Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Better Vision ( Chapter 43 )

~~~~~``Chapter 42- Better Vision

I am not perfect and I don't claim to be

And if that's what you wanted

Well then I'm so sorry---Shinedown

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It was hard to hear, even for Bulma. Her stomach still queasy just by the thought alone. She had never seen him that way. So confused. So afraid. So vulnerable. She could see his control slipping away with each second he spoke. She swallowed the bile in her throat and thanked her Kami that she had made it through the whole thing without expressing how sickening she felt.

Bulma looked over at Trunks, his eyes to the ground wide, shocked, and stupefied, and she hoped that it was shame and regret that she also saw. She never imagined allowing Trunks to know of such impure violations, but upon looking at him, Bulma swallowed her sorry, no pity fastened to her. Trunks had no right to say what he had and she would show and do everything she could to express her dislike of him at the moment. She wonder what he thought, the tear that fell down his cheek told her only that he finally realized why Vegeta was the way he was. And that made her smile, mentally of course. Maybe then Trunks wouldn't hurt so much of his father's neglect.

Vegeta had instantly left, not looking at either of them, nor saying anything directed to them. He was losing his control on his mind and he would not release it in front of his family. Vegeta had seen the expressions that past each of their faces and frankly; he wanted to die, more then any time before. He had half the mind to do it however the woman's screams of anger and her tears of rage was something he no longer wanted from her. He would live for the next fifty years for her, because that is what she wants. If there were at any point in the future that she tells him she wishes he were dead, he would gladly give her as she desires without hesitation. But until then, he would deal with it, like all those other times, no matter how unbearable it was right now.

How could he ever let her touch him again? Would she even want to? Now that she knew where all his scars sprang from and how he got each one of them. How would she gaze at him now? Would there still be that fascination in her eyes every time she got view of his bare chest. Or would there be a secret disgust when her fingers slid down his back? All of this ran through his mind, as he headed for the other part of the world however knowing he wouldn't be able to be gone long like he wanted too. The woman gets her first injection today. He would care for her at night but she can deal with her own self during the day. But until night falls, he needed to be alone, to find solace in the silence. If silence would be kind enough to show it's rare head.

Bulma smiled at the doctor, running her shaking hands through her blue hair and leaning over to rest her forehead on her knees. She wanted to cry for him. Wanted to let his pain run through her and allow him to shed the tears he never could from her. But Bulma knew she couldn't. He didn't want tears, or pity, he wanted nothing. He wanted ignorance. And she would pretend like what she heard today did not take a very piece of her soul and blend it with a hatred no one could possibly understand. She laughed in bitterness in her mind. She hated someone who was dead. Pointless but yet, not.

"So. Learn anything, Young Mr. Briefs?"

Bulma peaked her eye out and saw her son come from his moment trans. His eyes haunted and watery. He swallowed taking his glistening eyes over to his mother and very gently on shaking lips, "I'm sorry, Momma."

She smiled gently, sitting straight and softly stroking his cheek, wiping his tear away, "I am not the one you need to apologize to."

"I didn't know. I would have never thought that if I had known."

"He wanted you to make an unbiased opinion of him. He wanted to know how well of a father he was without you knowing of what he had done."

"But that's not fair." Trunks dropped his head into her lap, "I can't judge him correctly if I don't know all the facts."

"You're not supposed to judge your father. You're suppose to love him constantly, and be proud him for all of his good qualities and for all the things he has done for you without being blind to the fact that he has done many good things." She gently stroked his hair, "You can't hold so much hate for a man you do not know. You can't say your disappointed when you have no opposing side to judge him. No one else has gone through what he has and survived and has become such a beautiful man in spite of all that has happened to him. I know that sometimes you wish you had a normal life. A normal family. But if you keep on wishing for things that will never be you will always hurt inside. Just accept Vegeta and accept us, and accept you, and your pain will be no more. And you will finally see the man I see. And you will finally know the man I know and you will love him because of who he is, and hold no grudge to the fact that he knows nothing of how to love. I understand that it is hard to go through life without ever knowing how he feels for you. But if you stop questioning, stop comparing, you will notice how obvious his love for us, for you is. Kami, Trunks he loves with all his heart. It's killing him to know he has disappointed you. He has tried so hard to not be like his own father and when you told him that, Trunks, he lost--"

"I can't take it back! I want too but I can't! I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I know everything you're saying. I understand now, but how will I ever be able to get him to forgive me?"

"I'll talk to him. And whatever happens happens but you will apologize and you will do everything you can possibly think of to be forgiven. Do you understand me?" He nodded. "Good." She kissed his lavender head then looked up at the doctor who was smiling lightly at them.

"You're a good mom."

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Bulma's eyes glanced up at the clock on the wall, sighing in annoyance to find it near ten at night. She had wanted to finish this training bot but her body was starting to wear down. She could feel her blood heating and her eyes drifting shut more and more often but she did not want to sleep until Vegeta returned. But she should go back to the house, just in case she were to collapse let it be in her own home. Bulma exited her private office, making sure to lock up. She wrapped the heavy fur coat around her, her footprints squishing the snow beneath it, the only sound of the night.

With a smile however she stopped and turned around. "I know you're there, you jerk." She shouted toward the black forest. And shortly enough something fell from a tree and made it's way up to her. "I hate it when you do that." Bulma opened her blanket and stepped in to wrap her lover in her arms. "I'm glad your back." Her smile was however lost when his arms didn't embrace her. She pulled her head away from his shoulder to look upon his face, "Talk to me." She frowned when even his eyes didn't meet hers. "Vegeta, he's not ashamed."

He ripped from her grasp, turning away from her, "How could he not be?"

She sighed sadly, stepping behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. "He's shocked. But mostly he's sorry. Not in a sense that he feels sorry for you, but for what he said. And when he comes to you, because he will, listen to every word he says and know that it's true. Do not doubt him. Now," She maneuvered herself to his front, lifting his chin with her finger catching his emotionless eyes. "I want you to fuck me right here in the snow before I get sick." However his reaction wasn't what she wanted. Bulma watched him turn away and start back to the darkness of the trees but she was sure to follow grasping his arm. She pushed herself before him, trying to catch his eyes but he refused, "What is it?"

Vegeta turned his back; she watched his shoulders drop with his sigh. "I will hurt you. I all ready have. And I will not again." He began to walk away but his mate's voice stalled him.

"Vegeta, you scared me." Bulma watched him drop his head when she admitted those words. "When I saw you like that. Not knowing who I was. Talking to someone who died so many years ago. It scared me. But, I want to point something out to you. I didn't leave. I didn't go anywhere. Even after that man, not you, that man hit me, I stayed put. Why did I do that" He turned to her, his eyes expressing all of his emotions his features didn't. It was a question that also bothered him. "Because even though I was scared, I could feel your fear too. I knew then that you were in there somewhere, and upon leaving, I would have lost you. But I didn't, and you came back. Now, I want you to stop running away from me. Stop running from your family. Because when you leave, you lose sight of what you're fighting for. And I will not allow you too. You have come too far. Okay? Do you understand? We are going to fight this. Together. Now before things get worse. I just want one more night with the man I love so much." She walked up to him with a devious smile, pressing her body to his and wrapping him up in her arms. "Forget everything and just have fun with me."

Vegeta look intently at her, his eyes searching her face, memorizing her features, her beautiful face, her smile and the glint in her eye. She had forgiven him so quickly. Why did she do that? Why did she just throw away his dis-honorment and stare at him so trustworthy like nothing in the world could make him hurt her? He hated that look. He hated her innocent love. He hated her naive thoughts. He hated her for being her. And yet all of those things are what made him stay all these years.

From here on, things would get a whole lot worse. Even now his flashes of things he never wanted to think of or even wanted to remembered flicked on and off with every blink of his eye as he stared at her. But the more he concentrated on her, the more they went away. He weighted his options. Mating would more then likely not happen for the next few months because of her sickness and plus with his energy decreasing everyday, who knows when they'll mate again. So why not just have one more bout of fun before hell reigns in the Capsule Corps. Mansion?

And slowly that depressing scowl was replaced with a smirk and brilliant eyes of amusement. She squeal when he swiped her off her feet and threw her over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. She laughed out right the whole time, slapping his butt while weakly screaming to put her down.

Upon her request, after moving into the cover of the shadows, Vegeta dropped her roughly on the pact snow and immediately crawled on top of her, catching her beautiful lips with his. He savagely nipped down her neck, feeling her laughs at his swiftness. He ripped open the blanket, shoving her shirt over her breasts and pulled down her bra, drowning her pert nipple with his mouth and tongue. Her laughter cut short and formed into a moan. "You want to know what I think is one of the greatest feelings in the world is? Besides you being in me that is." She giggled but lifted his head to hers, "Feeling your powerful, sexy, naked body pressed tight against me." Vegeta nipped her nose, lifting up on his knees to rid himself of his shirt before pressing his form firmly to hers. She groaned as her breasts where squished together to his own chest. Her belly filling with the nameless feeling only love could create. They rolled over till he was on bottom, her knees straddling his hips. She sat up, breaking the kiss to stare down at him, lying in the snow, he panted heavily, his eyes burning with intense need. She smiled warmly, giggling softly to herself, "I should have worn a skirt." she hefted herself up with the help of his chest. Her eyes glanced around before looking down at him, "You sure no one can see us."

Vegeta sat up on his elbows, "I would kill them if they could so you should pray to your Kami they can't." He smirked at the roll of her eyes watching with fascination while she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them past her ankles, leaving her satin blue panties on.

"Kami, it's fucking cold." Vegeta sat up, the woman taking a seat in his lap, the blanket around her shoulders. "You sure the cold won't effect your performance?" She giggled when his arms wrapped tight around her and his lips latched to hers, tongues swirling together before partings.

"I am a god of mating, Onna. Nothing can affect my performance." He chuckled at her snort.

"Let's see what you got." Once again their lips were battling, one of his hand held her back while the other lowered to her apex, his finger hitching up to instantly press upon her button of pleasure getting a groan from her. All though upon feeling the wetness there, chuckling, he stopped his movements. She didn't need preparation. That much was obvious. She parted from his laughing lips, "I can't help it. Just as much as you can't every time you get a nice view of my ass." She flexed her hips, grinding them against him feeling his very impressive bulged under his 'human' pants. Her hands lowered to his zipper not having the patience for it anymore while he occupied himself with her breasts and throat.

Once freeing his erect member, Vegeta pulled her panty strap away and slowly lowered her down, never once breaking eye contact with her until her head threw back and she completely swallowed him in. Vegeta rested his forehead between her breasts, savoring the feeling of her sweet warmth wrapped tight around him. He would have never believed bliss such as this ever existed if he hadn't felt it himself. He took her nipple in his mouth indicating he wanted her to move.

Bulma obeyed the command and slowly pulled from him to his tip before falling on him once again. Soon enough they created a perfect rhythm. Her hands buried in his hair holding him to her chest, groaning each time his tongue caressed her sensitive nipple. She shivered as his large, rough, familiar hands roamed her thighs moving up to grip her ass, his dull nails digging into her plump, round cheeks, moving her faster upon him.

Her knees burned in the cold snow, and she was just about to complain when her climax hit her so sudden and fast it caught her unexpected and she forgot to keep her cries at bay. She nearly screamed her lover's name adding a few 'oh yeses' to it. After Vegeta emptied himself inside of her, and hearing her words, he waited until the after effects slowed and the thrusts gradually decreased to non-existent to allow his chuckle to float the night sky. He lifted his forehead from her heaving chest to catch her bright eyes and flushed, sweaty cheeks. "I take it my performance past its test?"

She dropped her forehead to his. "Surprisingly." She kissed him again while he lie back in the snow, relaxing his tired muscles and cooling off his heated skin. She groaned, pulling him out and fixing herself to lie upon him, covering their naked bodies with the blanket and resting her head upon his chest.

Vegeta stared at the sky, his hand unconscious stroking her silky hair the other resting behind his head. He was just about to let his eyes relax when he felt her fingers trace one of his many scars. His body flexed and his hand latched to hers, holding it to his chest, denying her movement. Her head lifted, her eyes finding his. And for a long moment he held her gaze before he finally voiced what he needed to say. "Do not look at them with such familiarity."

"I like knowing. I like knowing a part of you I've never been able to know before."

"I don't." Vegeta's brows furrowed upon seeing the sweat drip down her face. Her lids forced to stay open. He could feel her heart not relaxing as it usually does. "What is it?" He questioned wiping the sweat from her brow.

"I think the chemo's kicking in. They said I wouldn't feel the effects till tomorrow but they gave me some medicine that's making me tired."

"We should not have commenced in mating." He scowled at her, picking her off him to fix his pants and allow her to get her clothes in her arms. He grabbed her in his embrace and jumped into the air.