Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Dying Rose ( Chapter 41 )

~~```` Chapter 40- Dying Rose

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose. --- Rose

~``````

Bulma sighed heavily, her eyes fixated on the table before her while she sat in the kitchen alone. Her mind had too many thoughts roaming in it that now it denied her access to think of anything. Her head ached in frustration. She sipped the hot chocolate, her eyes never leaving the center of the metal table listening to the silence that surrounded her.

It's late, the exact time was lost to her but she's been sitting her for a while now. Two days had past since Trunks had been fired from his job and Vegeta had disappeared from his son's harsh words. It has been hell since. Trunks wouldn't leave his room and when he did it wasn't to go to school like she had told him. He would leave out of his window whenever he felt like it without telling her, never telling her where he went or what he had been doing. A couple of hours ago she had Security put a lock on his balcony, so then at least she would know when he leaves, how long he stays out, and when he comes back. The once close mother and son now haven't talked since that morning she found out that Nesa was pregnant. She tried to talk to him about it but he wouldn't unlock his door or reply to a word she said. It got to the point of having so much tension around the house she decided to send Bra over Gohan's house to sleep over with Pan for a few days, which is where she is now.

She hated locking her child up, but damn it, it was the only way to know that he was safe. Bulma never thought she would have to do that with him. She had always thought him smart enough to say 'no' to drugs. She gave a weak, bitter chuckle at her stupidity.

Elevator binged but Bulma ignored it, knowing that it could only be her son. She ignored the footsteps and the scrapping of the chair. The heavy sigh the body made as he sat down went unnoticed by her. Bulma turned her head away while taking another sip of her hot drink. "I'm not good at this." Trunks whispered. "I can't ignore you anymore, mom. I hate it. I hate not talking to you." He stalled for a moment. "I used to be able to tell you everything. I never kept secrets from you. But it all started with Nesa." His voice tinted of bitterness, weakened just a bit as if he were suppressing tears. "I wanted to keep her all to myself. I hated feeling that because I wanted to tell you. But I was afraid of what you might do. And after I kept that one small secret, more and more piled on top of it." He leaned forward, eyes trying to catch hers but she refused to look at him. "You weren't wrong when you thought that I was mature, mom. I am an adult. And I am proving that by coming to you. I need your help, mom. I feel so many things right now." He swallowed watching his mother wipe a tear from her own cheek though feeling rain fall upon his own. "But most of all I'm so scared. The reason I started taking those drugs was they made me feel nothing. And that's what I wanted. But I can't stop now. I need them even as I talk to you. I want your help. Please."

Bulma swallowed hard as more tears sprung to her eyes listening to her child's plea. She can't ever remember hearing something so painful. But Trunks continued before she could get a word out. "Ever since Nesa told me it was a joke, I've been feeling so…weird. Those two days of sitting in my room staring at the wall just brought so many thoughts to my head and none of them were good. Sunday night I went out, my friends wanted me to have a good time so they gave me the drugs. And when I did take it, mom, everything just faded. And it felt so good. Nesa went away. Dad went away. Collage went away. Reality itself left me. And I was happy. But I soon realized. That after the effects wore off. Everything would hit harder, and pound in my head, clouding my judgment. Making me say and do things that I would never say or even think. So I just kept smoking it. To the point where I had one every hour.

"But…I haven't done it for the past twenty four hours. And I feel so miserable. Nesa's pregnant. I'm going to be a father. And all I can think about is wanting to die. I would rather that then be a father--"

"Don't you ever say that, Trunks!" Bulma suddenly snapped, her large blue eyes seemingly huge as the glistening tears streamed down her face. "Don't you ever say that again. Do you understand me? Killing yourself is nothing but running away. And that is what you are doing. You constantly tell me you don't want Vegeta to think you weak but you are running away--"

"I don't care anymore mom. I don't care what he thinks. I just so fucking confused! Don't you get it! I don't know anything anymore!"

Seeing the tears fall from his pale cheeks caused Bulma to shut off the anger that had been at its peek. She needn't get mad right now. Her son needed her and she had to be there for him. She visibly calmed, sighing out her rage and running a hand through her hair, "What kind of help do you want, Trunks? I can be there for you and give you as much support you need but I cannot tell you what to do. It's your decision. Do you want to take care of this child?"

His eyes fell to the floor, his shoulders shaking continuously. He slowly shook his head, "I don't know."

"Well then. First you must figure that out. Go to your room and think about it. But I want your smoking to stop. Do you hear me?" He nodded, turning around with nothing more else to say only stalling a second at her departing words, "I love you, Trunks. You know that." He turned his head slightly and nodded.

~~~````

If it weren't for your misfortunes, I'd be a heavenly person today.---Blue Monday, Orgy

~~~~~~````~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~````````````````````

Christmas time. Had the year gone all ready? It seemed just last week they celebrated the New Year rolling in 3021. Not that Bulma was complaining. She loved Christmas hence the reason for the hundreds of thousands of dollars spent on decorating her company every year. However the normalcy of this Christmas had recently fled. After sending her child to bed to think of what he was going to do next, Bulma had wrapped a warm coat around her and went to her bedroom balcony, stepping outside to the snow covered ground. It was the first snowfall of this winter and she had not even noticed. It had been between Tuesday and today, Bulma shook her head at her ignorance. Her eyes searched the clear starry night for her husband wondering if he'll come back considering in less then twenty hours she was to go and get her first Chemo treatment.

Her body shivered not from the cold but from what effects the medicine will have on her. Her natural beauty will be sucked from her, leaving dead appearance on the outside. Her erotic, enticing hair will all be gone by the time this is over. Will Vegeta even be able to look at her? Hell, she wouldn't blame him if he didn't. She wouldn't be able to either.

She tightened the robe and blanket around her, teeth chattering all the more. She could see her breath flow up into the air and hear the exquisite sound crunching of the snow beneath her boot covered feet. Bulma took a deep breath, taking in the unforgettable scent of snow.

Sadness however still lingered no matter how peaceful she appeared. Everything had fallen apart this year. Her once perfect family had finally released its flaws. It will only be days before the media snatches information about Nesa. And that, Bulma didn't know how to hide.

"Get inside before you get sick, woman." That gruff voice sounded the still air, Bulma closed her eyes just for a moment to bask at his erotic accent that always managed to send chills down her spine.

She hurriedly zipped around, her eyes going for the top of the roof where she viewed the bottom of his boot clad foot, swinging lazily. Bulma smiled, dropping the blanket to the snowy floor and reached for the side panel. It had been awhile since she had climbed the side of her house. It used to be the only time Vegeta would be at least pleasant to be around. Only because he wouldn't say anything. "What do you care?" She playfully questioned, her breath coming in pants as she carefully placed her feet in the correct spots knowing if she were to fall it would be a fifty-foot drop. But that only filled her with adrenaline. Besides, Vegeta would catch her…maybe.

"I don't." He stubbornly replied. "But I'd rather not hear you bitch and moan."

Bulma giggled slightly, heaving herself up on the roof. She squealed in fright when her foot slipped on the icy covering, however her hand instantly gripped on to Vegeta's knee, her fingers curling around his spandex. Her eyes rose to him for help but he just looked down at her with a smirk, chuckling only in a whisper. She slit her eyes but instead of ordering him to help her she tightened her grip and hauled herself up.

It was the painful moan however that Vegeta responded too, grasping a hold of her arm and heaved her up till her knees hit the ground. Her hand instantly fled to the side of her breast, taking in deep calming breaths till the pain slowly ebbed. Vegeta shook his head and Bulma could have sworn the word 'idiot' fell from his lips but she didn't press it. She scooted closer, wiping the snow away as she did so but it was too late, she was all ready soaked and freezing. Bulma pushed herself from the ground getting to her feet and very carefully pushed his leg down to join the other hanging off the roof and took it upon herself to sit in his lap. He allowed all of this of course for whatever reason. She didn't bother to ask. Her back pressed against his warm chest, she snuggled into it. Soon though she gripped each of his arms and made him wrap them around her. "I'm freezing."

"No surprise." He mumbled and heightened his ki to penetrate through her. He kept it steady and low to keep from burning her but if it were to fluctuate at any time she would more then likely squeal. But he wasn't about to admit at the moment that he had less hold on his powers because of his annoying past.

It was quiet for a little over five minutes, Bulma having gotten comfortable with the heat. Her head rested upon his shoulder, her arms tied in with his. "I talked to your doctor today." She stated calmly but didn't expect a reply. "He seems to really like you." Vegeta snorted as if saying 'yeah right' but she fought him, "No, I'm serious. He thinks you are one of the most unique people he has ever met. He said that you are honest and true about yourself and everything else, caring not what people think of you. And…" She stalled to slightly turn her fact to look at him, "He knows how pure you are. He sees what I see."

"Please, woman." He scoffed finding it an insult to be called 'pure'. Vegeta hated that word. He envied that word.

"But you are Vegeta. In so many ways."

"Name one." He sarcastically bit.

"Ok, you are not corrupt on racism. You hate everyone the same." She giggled when she saw the roll of his eyes. Bulma maneuvered herself to straddling his waist, now facing him. "I'll name another. You are so innocent when it comes to love and caring and emotions of that nature. And that is so hard to find in a world where emotions such as that are quickly deviled." Her fingertips graced his cheek, his eyes finally falling from the stars to view hers. "Do you know what I mean, Vegeta? Your innocents as you see them, were taken by Frieza but that's not true, they were never taken. You wouldn't let him. You hid it, even from yourself. And do you know how I know this? The day you marked me as yours. You went into our relationship so blindly. You didn't know what was going to happen. All you wanted was for us to be together forever. And you did what you wanted without hesitation. And that's how I know you are pure."

He sighed through his nose, though having nothing to say. His eyes fled up to the stars again not witnessing the sad smile on his mate's lips before her head fell onto his shoulder. He waited awhile, contemplating what she had said though none of it making any sense. "My father had once made me memorize all of the planets, moons and suns in Vegeta-sei's quadrant. If I missed one, I would be beaten. If I mixed them up I would be beaten. I did not care though for the reason he was making me learn , was for the fact that I would rule them all one day."

Bulma had been staring at him from the beginning of his speech, memorized by his far-away gaze as if remembering the whole scene before him. But she however knew it wasn't good for him to think about his history. It was more then likely a flashback he was having at the moment. "Vegeta, I want to tell you what else Doctor Nine said. I told him all that had been going on the past few days and he wanted me to reassure you that Trunks was just being--"

"He meant what he said." Vegeta quickly snapped. "Do not lie and tell me different."

"Trunks was angry. And he just said things that popped in his cloudy thoughts. Thoughts that weren't even his in the first place." Vegeta turned his gaze away, not believing a word she said nor wanting to listen any more but he couldn't exactly throw her off him considering she would whine about it being cold instantly. "He's depressed. And confused. He told me he wanted to die." That got his attention. "So don't take to heart what he said. He needs us to be behind him right now."

"It is apparent that he does not need me."

Bulma studied her husband's stern and rigid eyes never faltering under her scrutiny. He stared up at the sky, seemingly finding things she would never know. "Why do you take to heart what Trunks says, and never even listen to what others say?" Her voice was low and calm, assuring him that it wasn't to try and get him angry. She just wanted to know.

Vegeta sighed through his nose wanting to leave this damn roof and forget everything like before, but with his mate in a promising position on his lap, he didn't even flinch. "He is my son."

"That's not all. You put so much stock in what he thinks of you. Why?"

Letting his glare fall onto her, Vegeta allowed his body to lie back on the snowy roof, which instantly melted beneath him. His head arched back on the ground, giving him better access to the black sky above and also allowed him to not witness his mate's disturbing gaze. She was reading him again. It drove him nuts how she could just know things so easily. Vegeta felt his wife lay her head down on his chest, his hands unconsciously lifted to her back, slowly and soothingly gliding up and down. "I had made an oath a long time ago. That if I survived and somehow managed a mate and a heir, that I would be a better mate and father then my own."

"And you think you aren't?" It was the shock in her voice that caused his attention to swiftly move to her eyes.

He was angry at her ignorance. "If I was, he would not be ashamed of me."

"He is not ashamed."

"He is disappointed that I am his father. Same thing. You can sugar-coat it as much as you like, Onna, but it means the same."

The glistening of her eyes in the moon caught his sight. "Vegeta, never would I or Trunks ever wish for anything but you. No matter the multiple mistakes on both ends and the crazy events that happen. Never would any of us not want you in our lives. Trunks loves you so much. Just as I do. He just doesn't understand the things that made you who you are. And you have to take in the fact that he is half Sayian. Kami, Vegeta." Bulma settled her head in the crook, of his neck, disliking the fact that his hands had stopped and now were fallen at his sides. "He loves you. So much. Talk to him. Go to him and explain to him why you are the way you are. He'll understand and he'll respect you and hell it might even make him realize how proud he truly is of you."

Vegeta brought his cold and harsh eyes to stare deep into his pleading mate's, "Hell no." He said slowly making sure she didn't misunderstand.

And she didn't and that was proven by the frown upon her plump lips that he wouldn't mind taking a bite out of it right now. "Fine. But all you are proving is that you are about as immature as he is." Bulma yanked herself from him.

"Immature?" He nearly chocked at his shock watching her carefully throw her legs over the edge, making her way back down to the balcony.

"That's right. Because that is what you are being." Vegeta just sat there dumbfounded at her audacity to say that to him. But his features soon hardened and he jumped down to the balcony, staring up at her from her makeshift ladder.

"How am I being immature?" He questioned highly insulted.

"By not being the grown up in this situation." She reached out her hand and Vegeta unconsciously reached for her waist and picked her up, setting her down on her feet on the balcony.

"You are telling me I should not be angry?" He followed her into the bedroom, shutting the balcony doors behind him.

"No, I think you have every right to be." Bulma pulled her wet shirt over her head while Vegeta flung off his boots. "But you have to be the bigger man and go to him."

Vegeta scoffed, stripping himself of his shirt while the woman disposed of her boots, "He should be the one to come up to me."

Bulma shook her head grabbing her pajama clothes while the naked Vegeta stepped to the bathroom, "What if he doesn't? Then this silence between you two will never end." The conversation stalled when the shower turned on. Bulma climbed into bed and waited impatiently for her Sayian to come out.

Vegeta emerged with a wave of heat following after his naked wet form a half an hour later. Bulma had recently shut her eyes but once upon hearing the water shut off she peaked the open seeing her beautiful lover standing conceiting with a smirk before the bed, bare and wet. She licked her lips unconsciously. "What?" She questioned though scowling herself when it came out in a squeak. She cleared her throat.

"Make me food." He demanded, his smirk growing wider before he turned and dug through the drawl for pajama pants.

"Where did you go?" Her tired voice question, however never moved from the bed much to Vegeta's dismay.

"Around." He replied without looking at her, pulling a shirt over his head.

"Like?" Bulma flung the covers from her and followed her husband out the door.

"None of your business woman." He dropped through the hole thinking that he had gotten rid of her for the time being but his arms quickly flung out when he realized she had fallen through. She dropped into his arms; he glared at her stupidity and set her roughly on her feet.

"Well, see it is my business. You're my husband." She followed him into the kitchen; he sat down watching her intently while she readied some food.

"Don't remind me, woman. I suffer enough." He smirked at the glare he received.

"Please, tell me."

Vegeta sighed heavily, "The normal place. Now will the questions stop?"

"Yes."

Now it was a disturbing and annoying quiet that made Vegeta fidget in his seat. He peaked around from the table watching the woman scooping chocolate ice cream into a bowl. It was tempting to say the less, and he couldn't deny his lust toward the woman, he hadn't seen her for two days. Her body looked fuller and the medicine stopped making her so tired resulting in her eyes to be sunken and withdrawn and her skin to bring back her flawless color. He stood from his chair, silently walking up behind her to wrap his arms around her thin waist and pull her fully against his body.

Bulma giggled leaning her head to the side so his lips could work their magic, her body shivering when his wet tongue darted out. She lifted a finger with a good-sized potion of chocolate ice cream on it, instantly getting his attention. His mouth quickly swallowed it, his tongue rubbing up and down upon her skin. His eyes connected with hers the whole time, almost smirking at the sudden haziness in them. She loved it when he teased her fingers.

He slowly released the finger, letting her go back to her scooping. Vegeta smirked while slowly lowering his hand to cup her apex listening to her moan in response. He other hand fell to her full breast, finding instantly a hard nipple and pinching the sensitive tip, chuckling low and seductively when she arched back with a high-pitched moan.

"Vegeta?" She questioned dropping her head back. His hand removed itself from between her legs to rest on her stomach, joining his other hand. He grunted in response not wanting to stop making love to her beautiful neck, sucking upon her scar. "I want you to go back to see Doctor Nine. I've all ready arranged an appointment tomorrow morning." He grunted again. "And another thing. I start Chemo tomorrow." He groaned a yeah. "And Chemo does stuff to you." He seemed to be totally unaware of where she was going with this, his hands digging under her shirt to mold her breasts. "And I'll lose." She stalled to groan when his fingers rolled each nipple. "And I'll lose my hair. And be sick…And I kind of hoping, you'll go away for a while." Her eyes snapped open when he stalled suddenly in his attentions. She bit her lip praying he wouldn't overreact and hear her out.

His hands left her to cross over his chest, taking as step away giving her room to turn around and face him, "What?" He questioned having not been paying attention to her words until 'go away' stuck out.

"Well, I…" She stuttered, never a good sign. He watched her become nervous and tense under his hard gaze trying to figure out what it is that was the problem but he was totally clueless at the moment. "Damn it, Vegeta!" She yelled as if he had actually done something wrong. Bulma whipped around, grabbed the bowls of ice cream and shoved past him. Vegeta stared at the counter for a moment. Ok…think back…they had been playful. He started touching her, she liked it, no protests, he sucked her finger, he played with her…delicious breasts, and then she said something about go away and then she's mad…Yep missed a chapter. Vegeta turned around upon hearing the bowls slam the kitchen table.

"This is all your fault!" Was he the only one lost here? "If you would have just been quiet about it then we wouldn't be in the position we are now." Whatever 'position' they were in wasn't the one he chose. His position had something to do with a bed, no actually in the kitchen is fine. And ice cream, that too. But her yelling at him…no that was pretty all right too. Ok, the position he wanted her to be was screaming from beneath him on the kitchen floor while he licked ice cream from her breasts…Vegeta tightened his cheek muscles, not having the control for this. He wanted to fuck her and sleep, why was it always so damn difficult. He didn't have the strength for this. Maybe he should start listening to her rant; he might then know what the hell she was screaming about.

"--And now I'm going to be sick and losing my hair, my beautiful hair, and be as ugly as sin and it's all your fault!"

Vegeta mentally shook his head. Did he really care what the hell she was babbling about? Nope not really. With that questioned answered Vegeta turned around and grabbed the carton of ice cream instantly digging in with a spoon, leaning back against the counter as she continued. Whoever made chocolate was a genius. The man or woman would be considered a god on his planet creating something so…nononono. Vegeta eyed the evil woman that stole his spoon. "Are you even listening!?"

"I would if your voice wasn't so damn annoying! I can hear perfectly well, wrench!" he growled back slamming the drawl after digging out another spoon.

"You don't even care do you!?"

"About what?" He ignorantly responded, smirking as she growled, throwing her hands up in surrender and miserably making her way to the couch where she fell unceremoniously. He chuckled, though took another spoonful in his mouth strutting over to the living room and staring down at her. He frowned, throwing the spoon back in the carton when he realized she was crying, silently though but nonetheless. He placed the carton on the table rolling his eyes, "Woman stop it." He ordered harshly. The woman was crying?! Did he even think of it before? She never cries and yet here she is bawling her eyes out? Something was differently missed during his musing. He scowled himself for not paying attention then it might have not led to this. He swallowed hard, hating his stupidity for the moment. It was hard to witness her tears and be the cause of it. She never cries and thank god for that for if she did, man oh man would he be a wreak.

"I'm going to be so ugly and you don't even care." Vegeta let his head fall back, staring at the ceiling for a moment trying to figure out something to say that would make her stop whining. If it's anything he hates most is when she whines.

"You all ready are so there's no reason to do this." It was a surprised to say the least that her tears did stop. Vegeta sighed, sitting himself on the coffee table waiting for his mate to peek her head out from the mess of her hair. She shortly did, her eyes bloodshot, her face flushed.

"I want you to go away for a while." She chocked out, her voice straining. She sniffled and wiped her nose against the pillow.

"Why?"

"I don't want you to see me when the Chemo starts to take effect."

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I am not leaving. No matter how much you protest. I have seen your ugly mug everyday for the last twenty years, I can use a little change in your appearance."

Bulma groaned shoving her face back into the pillow, her muffled voice sounding, "Why couldn't I marry a human!?"

Vegeta chuckled moving to climb on top of her, his legs straddling her waist. He moved her hair to the side and kissed along her neckline, "Because no human would be able to pleasure you like me. Or handle that bitchy temper of yours." His hands slid down her sides, feeling her skin crawl beneath them.

The 'bing' of the elevator caused his attentions to falter and quickly, Vegeta flung himself up to stand twenty feet, staring out of the closed balcony windows, watching the snowfall, hoping that it will calm his over-heated body. He cursed himself to all seven hells for not being more alert. But being able to manage his ki, and concentrate on his mate while paying attention to everything around him and have enough energy to keep his fighting demons at bay, was more to say impossible even with his impressive control.

"Trunks?" He heard the woman say, "What are you doing up so late?"

"I needed to talk to dad. Sorry to interrupt."

"No, it's fine. Here I'll leave you two alone."

"No, mom, please stay." Bulma stared at her son then to her husband but nodded anyway. Maybe it would be better if she did. Keep them from beating each other up at least. Trunks sighed running a hand through his lavender hair. "I'm not going to apologize dad. I meant what I said."

A gasp reached the woman's lips, but Vegeta ignored it, closing his eyes at the truth. So it was finally said. He was just like his own father. A sickening feeling vibrated his skin but he knew not what it was. "But disappointing as in the eyes of a human child. And as we know, I'm not human. I had expectations dad. I thought you would change the more time you spend with us. I thought you would finally accept Bra and me as your children, but you still haven't gotten over your pride. I can forgive that. But what I can't forget dad, is not once have you ever told me you love me. Hell, I don't think you ever told Bra. You spend your whole life with us and still don't feel anything for us? WE are your kids! You are supposed to love us no matter what! Do you see what you've done to me!? I don't even know what a real father is like because of you! I don't want to have this kid because I don't want to be a disappointment to my child! For the past sixteen years of my life, I've constantly tried and tried again to get your approval, and still I have not reached it yet. What will it take to get you to step down from your throne and see me as your child!"

"Stop it!" Bulma screamed, jumping up from her seat. "How dare you say that, Trunks! He has tried so hard to love you--"

"Why is it so hard to love me, Mom! What have I not done to be worthy of it?!"

"He does love you! He just doesn't know how to show it!"

"Why?!"

"You know…" Bulma stalled for a second as if something suddenly struck her. "You talk about him being a failure as a father, but all ready he is a better one then you. He never ran away from his responsibility! He never thought once of abandoning you! I actually think you could take some lessons from him."

"It's different, mom! I am almost seventeen--"

"Your father was twenty years old, Trunks! He had his whole life planned out! He wanted to leave here and rule the universe like he was destined. But he didn't because he wanted to be with you! Life changes quickly Trunks! It throws unexpected things in your way, just to see how strong or weak you actually are! Sometimes it's unbearable, sometimes it's the greatest thing! But you keep going! Why Trunks! Because in the end it might just be all worth it. But you never know unless you keep on going."

"Maybe I am weak. If that's what you want to tell me. I can't take these thoughts in my head. I can't take the pain I feel in my heart! And I am sorry, that I am not as great and strong as dad or you, mom."

"We didn't get this way by giving up, Trunks. You are still so young. If only you knew how much your father had to endure to get here." Tears sprung to her eyes. "You would never even have the heart to say he was a disappointment."

"I guess I will never know, because he doesn't let me know."

Vegeta finally turned around to the two, his eyes instantly connecting with the glistening eyes of his son. "You want to know, boy? You think you can handle it? Then fine. Tomorrow morning you will come with us to that office. And you will hear the things that I have done and have been done to me. And if still afterward, you feel as if I am a failure, then I will leave so Bra does not face the same 'pain' as you so call believe you feel." The violent tone sent shivers of worry down Trunks' spine staring with wide frightening eyes at his father who glared right back. Never had Vegeta used such manner of anger to him or glared at him with eyes so full of resentment. He wondered if this had done more harm then good to their decreasing relationship. Trunks numbly nodded and Vegeta took that as his cue to leave the house quickly, and blast in the air. Trunks could feel his father's ki so strong it ran through him, making him sick with shame.

Bulma turned her cold eyes to her son, "I hope you regret everything you just said. And by tomorrow you better be begging your father for forgiveness or you and I are going to have a problem." Bulma stomped to the open elevator.

Merry Christmas