Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Confide ( Chapter 39 )

~~~``` Chapter 38 -Confide

Give me something real

Give me back those years

Give me peace of mind

Give me something more --Hatebreed-Confide in no one.

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Bulma hummed to herself as she made breakfast in the bulk, having the ten pan placement super fast heating stove and automatically flip when ready machines, she'll have breakfast for the Sayian army in ten minutes top. The Capsule Corporation wasn't into kitchen inventions, that was actually the one place it hadn't been but since having Vegeta move into the house, Bulma made it a top priory to get her inventors on the idea. The only thing about the inventors, they only came up with the idea of what was needed, Bulma was the one that had to figure out how to make the damn things. And at some points they had truly tested her but she always ended up surprising them with something beyond their wildest imaginations.

Bulma glanced behind her, seeing her husband sitting smugly in his chair, his daughter next to him talking child gibberish though he paid her no mind. She winked at his playful expression knowing what exactly was on his mind. She giggled before getting back to her work, buttering the hundred loaves of bread. She was going to just have her machines do it but there comes a time when feeling useful is more important then stupid machines. She knew she wasn't a great cook so she had the robotic devices do the hard parts and she do the things she can't mess up on and still be able to get her self sense of worth.

The morning had started off wonderfully so far and that only reminded her that it couldn't get any better, only worse. Her smile instantly vanishing at the thought. It nerved her to know end about the operation never having one once in her life. Only if you call pregnancy an operation, which in Bulma's mind didn't really count.

The 'bing' of the elevator sounded, causing Bulma to come from her troubled thoughts and look toward it, smiling brightly at the sight of her son in a thousand dollar suit. Though no tie and half way unbuttoned collar, he still appeared professional and devilishly handsome. He looked so much like Vegeta at the moment, Bulma was in awe by the resemblance. No one else would see it but Bulma could. He grinned stepping over to the kitchen, kissing his mother on cheek. "You seem to be in a good mood this morning."

"Why surprised? I don't have to go to school. I'm the vice president of the richest company in the world. And If I do say so myself, I look pretty good in a suit." He chuckled grabbing his favorite drink from the fridge having pre-ordered it. Bulma laughed gently as Trunks drank chocolate milk with a careless attitude sitting down next to his sister and rubbing her hair. Her incessant chatting instantly transferred to her brother, knowing that he would at least pay attention to her unlike her father.

Vegeta looked down at the little child that now completely ignored his person and paid all the attention to her big brother with enthusiasm. He mentally smirked as he remembered the conversation his mate and the child had only twenty minutes ago. Bulma had asked him to go so she could explain what exactly the little girl had witnessed, but Vegeta had wanted to know how the woman would describe their activities in child terms. And it had been something he was relieved that he hadn't missed. The questions just kept getting more hilarious and the woman's response actually made tears come to his eyes as he tried with all his might to keep the laughter at bay. He had never wanted to laugh like that in all of his life. But no matter how hard he had tried to hide it, the woman surely noticed and yelled at him afterwards but he had eased her rage with a nice long shower.

Trunks, finally being able to get away from his sister's pointless bicker, "So when do you guys head for the hospital?"

"At ten."

"When will you be home?"

"Around six. Bra is going to be spending a few days with Grandma so no worries there. Just have a good day at work Mr. Vice President." Trunks grinned quickly running to wrap his arms tight around his mother, kissing her on the cheek.

Before he pulled away he whispered gently in her ear, "I love you, mom."

"I'm not dying!" She swiped him up side the head before shoving a plate full of food into his hands and pointed him to his seat. She giggled at his pout.

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Vegeta paced anxiously along the carpeted floor of the waiting room surprisingly not creating an indent with his stomping feet for the past two hours. His arms flexed across his chest with agitation, his eyes flicking continuously on each pass at the clock that ticked loudly in the silent room. He had blown up the TV with in the first five minutes of entering this room scaring out the human occupants, getting the room all to himself as it should be after being told, the PRINCE being told that he wasn't allowed to go in with HIS mate! He almost killed the whole ugly lot of them had it not been for the desperate and gentle plea of the woman lying on the white moveable bed, in a white hospital gown, half way desponded from the drugs they had given her.

He shouldn't be here and she should be out by now! Vegeta had never felt this useless in his whole life then he had in the past two excruciating hours of hell he had spend waiting for the doctors to return. His palms were sweaty and hands shaking nervously having never waited like this before. Not even when his mate was delivering Bra on her supposed deathbed. He had been with her, watching her, granting her his ki when she was about to go into shock. But now if anything were to happen he could do nothing to help because those damn doctors wouldn't allow him to be there! What were they thinking! They weren't capable of saving his mate, only he could damn it!

The door slide open quickly alerting him. A small delicate smile met him, "The surgery went without problem. And she will be just fine. Come I'll take you to her." Caring not for the order Vegeta did as he was told quickly following on the doctor's heal, trying to find her ki but it was too low for him to pinpoint. However when they turned down the hallway he instantly felt her presence and eventually past the surprised doctor and went into the correct room, finding her laying there peacefully, her features though pale showed slight color in the cheeks. An IV stuck into her arm feeding her the appropriate drugs as she slept soundlessly.

Vegeta stepped to her; afraid to touch her for her ki was way below normal. A single touch might cause unnecessary bruises. The doctor stepped up behind him, though Vegeta hardly even noticed, "She will sleep for another hour. After that we take her to recovery, get her to eat something then she can go home. We have all the drugs she'll need to take with directions by the time you leave. She needs to stay in bed for a few days. A ton of rest. No intercourse for at least four days. She shouldn't have any stress. No shower till we take the stitches out. She can take a bath but she cannot get it wet. If it starts bleeding bring her back here immediately other then that she needs to come back in five days to have the stitches removed. Any questions?"

"Pain?"

"That's what the drugs are for. But I know they might not take all of it away so just try to make her as comfortable as possible."

Vegeta nodded and the doctor left leaving him be. He located a chair and set it next to the bed, setting himself on it, staring constantly at his mate's breathing.

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Vegeta's eyes snapped open from his standing position against the wall in the corner. The darkness had enveloped him, giving him the serenity that he needed during the hour and half that his mate had slumbered. The darkness seemed to ease his flashbacks, which during his stressful state had enveloped him for the time being. But it was the instant that he felt her ki flex that his demons faded. He shoved himself from the wall with his foot, steadily making his way to her, catching her wiggling fingers. Vegeta stood to the bed, staring down at her with interest analyzing her facial features. She groaned tightening her closed eyes and winkling her small nose. Vegeta smirked at her childish ways but didn't move, allowing her to wake up on her own.

A whimper sounded from her lips, wiping the half smile that was upon his lips. Her eyeballs went crazy beneath the lids as if telling him she hadn't the strength to get them open. A small whisper fell from her lips and upon hearing his name he pulled the chair up leaning in close to her face, reaching to touch her but quickly caught himself. His ki was too random with the flashings of his past and her being too weak might cause some damage.

After several minutes of watching her struggle with the bliss of unconsciousness, the tear that dripped down her cheek was the deciding factor for Vegeta to speak. "Come on, Onna. That is enough." He scolded,.

Hearing his voice, her battle to keep the peaceful light ended and she let it fly away. Bulma fluttered her eyes open immediately viewing her husband's hard sculptured face. "Geta…" She whispered with a small smile.

"Do not call me that, wretched human."

Her eyes lightly shut the tiny content smile never vanishing, "Is it over?"

"Yes. It went well."

"Thank Kami. When can I go home?"

"You have to wake and eat something then we can leave. Are you in pain?"

Bulma gently shook her head. "Can't feel anything." She smiled as if it were the funniest thing she's ever heard.

"I will get the doctor." He went to go but his sleeve was quickly caught between her fingers.

"Stay just a little while more. Let me stay here for a moment." Vegeta chuckled but settled back in his chair and continued his gaze of her without her notice.

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Vegeta stared compelled at the ingredients that lay out on the huge island bar that's only purpose was for slicing and preparing food. However, when you're a Sayian warrior and the only cutting you do is that when slicing the head off the lively carcass of your prey it doesn't really do much for you. Vegeta's eyes flex down to the pounds of meat though none of it looking like meat. It wasn't bloody, it wasn't smelly, and it actually looked like someone had cleaned it. The only reason Vegeta knew it was meat was the fact that it felt the same and he had eaten this type of raw meat before. But he had to cook it. Cook…like with seasonings and in the oven.

Vegeta picked up the knife, a sense of determination flowing through his veins. He had seen his mate and his son do this more times then not in his life, he should know what to do. He flexed his eyes up to the clock finding it almost six o'clock. His son should be home soon so why doesn't he wait? Nothing else to do perhaps. He couldn't leave the house just in case the woman felt like waking, he couldn't train since his mind kept playing tricks on him and when he did any sort of technique they attacked with vengeance. TV just made him aggravated. So he thought cooking would be his next bet hoping to slow the images of his demons.

Vegeta grabbed a slab of meat placing it flat on the cutting board and within a blink of an eye had the whole thing it slivers. He moved that aside and picked up another again and again until all of the forty slabs were piled on top of each other. That only took two minutes causing a growl to erupt from his throat. How was time supposed to fly by if he does everything in five minutes? Maybe if he continued without his powers.

Vegeta next took the ball of onion and placed it down. And as slow as a human began cutting the damn thing. But that only caused frustration of annoyance. His patient didn't really call for this. After cutting the ball into tiny little pieces, Vegeta glanced up only to see that five minutes have past. He barred his teeth, throwing the knife down breaking the cutting board in half and the knife to pieces. Vegeta rolled his eyes and sighed then started to pick up the metal parts not wanting one to happen to find it's way to his daughter.

The ding of the elevator alerted him and he nearly sighed with relieve, dropping the broken pieces in the garbage to turn and glare at his son. Trunks nervously smiled, "What'd I do?"

"Make food." Vegeta ordered.

Trunks came in, setting his briefcase down, "I'm really tired, dad. Why don't we just order out?"

"Do so then."

"What do you want?"

"I don't care. Just be quick about it."

He nodded making his way into the kitchen, "How's mom?"

"Sleeping."

"Everything go okay?"

"Fine."

"Something wrong?" Trunks asked taking a gulp out of the soda can watching his father from downcast eyes.

"No."

"Right." Trunks rolled his eyes snatching a number off the fridge and going to the phone. "Can mom eat anything?"

Vegeta's eyes squinted as he continued his stare of the floor. His mind rewind to the previous conversation with the doctors but none of them had ever said about eating anything. "I'll see." He pushed himself from the counter going to the whole in the ceiling and flying up.

Vegeta peaked inside the room, catching his mate's bright eyes against her flush face. She smiled tiredly her eyes drifting shut before weakly opening again, "Hi."

"Hmm." He strutted into the room with crossed arms as he glared down at her.

Bulma followed with tired eyes though she knew that look and her tiny smile drifted away, "What?" She whispered straightening her head but it only fell to the side again. Her eyes suddenly darted around, "Where am I?"

"In bed."

"Home?" Vegeta nodded. "How'd I get here?" He shook his head at her unawareness. "The last thing I remember is laying back down after eating."

"I brought you home. You have been sleeping for the past three hours."

"Oh." She yawned, wanting to stretch but instantly pain shut through her, her eyes tightened closed and her lips meshed together.

"What?"

"Pain." She groaned, the agony so intense it brought unwilling tears to her eyes.

Vegeta's eyes flicked to the clock reminding him that she was an hour overdo on her medication. He had been reluctant to wake her and now she was in pain. He scolded himself for being a softhearted idiot. Ignoring her whimper of protest at his retreating form he grabbed a cup next to the sink, filling it with tap water while grabbing the three small bottles of pills. He returned to her, quickly reading the instructions before pouring one of each out on to the nightstand, handing them to her then the water. She took it without protest, before dropping back on the bed. "You have another but to take it you must eat. Can you?"

"I'm not hungry."

"That was not what I asked you."

Bulma giggled softly her eyes drifting shut, "Yea." She snapped her eyes open at the shut of her door. She shook her head but smiled.

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Vegeta dropped down into the living room finding the boy still on the phone, while reading from the ordering list. Trunks looked up at him whispering hold on into the phone, "Should I order for her too?" Vegeta nodded while going back to the island bar and cleaning up his sad attempt at making a meal.

Finally finishing after fifteen minutes, Trunks sighed with annoyance, nearly slamming it down, "We order from them how many times and yet they still act like we are freaking nuts." Vegeta humphed leaning back against the counter once he was finished. It was silent in the room for a while; Vegeta eyed the nervous boy with contempt wondering what the hell it was he was thinking about. But then he spoke, "You know, Dad. I could take care of mom. It's OK. You can go train if you want."

Vegeta's brows knit, his features hardened as he stared at his son. Trunks was surprised by the look but followed his father with his eyes when he pushed himself from the counter and back over to the hole in the living room. His father made contact with him once again, instantly blinking in shock at what reflected in them. "I am not as an incompetent mate as you so think, boy." The reflection was hurt. Trunks gaped openly though hitting him self mentally for being such an idiot.

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Bulma peaked open her tired eyes, smiling softly at the sight of her son making his way to her with a tray full of food. He set it down on the nightstand, sitting himself down next to her cautiously as not to cause pain. "How do you feel, mom?"

"Little tired but like usual perfect."

He smiled, "Still sarcastic. Glad to see nothing changed. Are you hungry? I got your favorite."

"Not really but if I don't eat Vegeta will beat me up." She giggled tiredly. Seeing her son's eyes fall to the ground, it dawned at her as to what had been wrong with Vegeta when he had come in. "What did you say to your father?"

Dropping his head in shame, he picked at the blanket. "I just thought that he would rather train then deal with this, so I offered…"

Bulma sighed. "Trunks, I thought I all ready talked about this with you. Vegeta may have a different way of being a husband but he does what he knows how. And he tries to live to our expectations but it's just so hard for him. He loves me, no matter how hard it is for you to see it, I see it and that's all that matters. So stop questioning what it is Vegeta feels for you and me because each time you do you hurt him. It may be hard to believe but he is made of flesh and blood. He feels just like you and me."

Biting his lip, "Where is he?"

"Out on the balcony. Go apologize."

Bulma watched her son go, smiling when the door closed. But her eyes shifted over to her food instantly perplexed on how she was going to get it from her position.

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Trunks bit his lip nervously as he cautiously made his way over to his father who was propped up on the rail with his back leaned against the wall facing himself. He knew he would be ignored until he said something but with his father he never knew what was right or wrong to say. "Dad?" Vegeta didn't flinch as he continued to watch the changing colored sky as the sunset behind them. He dropped his head, peaking his eyes up. "I'm sorry. I hadn't meant to insult you, I just…I just…I figured you would rather train. That's how you deal with things. I didn't mean that you couldn't take care of mom. I know you can. And I know it's not an obligation for you as I sometimes think. Sometimes I just get misled. You're so confusing. I don't know when you hate us-" He winced at the scoff and shake of the head he got in response but quickly continued, "Or when you love us, or when you want to be around us or away. I've tried to figure it out but I just can't. Every little thing I do you get annoyed with and I don't know if it's just me and the things I do or if it's everyone. And so I was trying to make it easier on you because mom needs attention right now and I know you're not one to give it." Trunks stepped closer, leaning over trying to get his father's notice but Vegeta just turned his head more away. "Dad. Say something. Come on, don't be mad. Please." Instead of answering however, Vegeta let his body fall over the edge of the rail, landing strongly on his feet, making his way for the GR. Trunks dropped his head, gripping his hair with his fisted hands, "Shit!" He growled.