Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Shattered By The Sun ( Chapter 48 )

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In the begginning it sounds like the end of the story, oh no friends, I still got many chapters to go.

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.23.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed

~~~~~~~~~~~~~```` Chapter-- Shattered By The Sun

Now a lifetime decision.
What will the future hold?
One time I believed my eyes.
This time they lied.
I felt you slip away.
A feeling under my skin.
I tried again and again.
I did not save you this time.
Holding on to something that I once belived in.
Will time show me if it was really meant to be?
Show me what this really means to you.
Fall even though I showed you everything I stood for.
I hate everything without you.
Life falls and crumbles in my hand.
Faith is dead.``````---------------------Unearth-

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H e seemed to have no recollection of what had occurred. Vegeta had just been outraged when he woke. But there was no screaming. And there was no communication. He slept in his own room, kept the entrances locked. He even jammed the hidden door. He only ate what was prepared for him. And only in front of her did he speak to the kids. It was like he was spitting it back in her face. Kami-forbid if she tried to talk to him.

Bulma can’t deny that it got to her. His touch was so missed. More then anything was his lips. Tears surfaced at the thought of the soft smooth skin that kissed each part of her.

She tightened her head against her pillow on a bed that she has been alone for a month on. No way to talk to him, no way to catch him. He didn’t want it. Only when he permitted could this seemingly never ending argument finally come to a climax.

Wrong word.

Bulma turned over again for the 8th-hundredth time. Damn she never knew that it would be this hard to be celibate. She never knew she would have to be. Now it’s been more then two months, the longest she suffered. Even child birth, within three weeks and she was fixed and Vegeta was quick to ease her frustration. But two months. How stupid she was! She overreacts about everything and now she has finally gone too far.

Bulma flipped off her covers, nearly running out in her absolution. She gathered her frustration in her fist, ready to pound on the door with all her might-Only to stall upon finding it opened just a smidge. Cautiously, she pushed it open, peaking in solid black room. Slowly she pushed it, slipping her small figure in the crack.

“Vegeta.” She whispered moving closer to the bed and soon flipping on a light. She gasped however upon seeing his form twisting in the wet sheets, sweat pouring down his painful face. Bulma ran to his side, wanting to wake him from the tortured past. She hissed when her hand touched his smoldering skin. “Vegeta. Wake up.” She whispered, her lips close to his ear. “Wake up.”

She was blind to the sudden movement of his hand that sent her flying back, hitting the wall with such speed it vibrated in protest. Bulma slid to the floor, panting heavily at the pain, holding herself up by her hands. She gazed up at him to find her husband staring bewildered and confused. His breaths were short and cumbersome, body shaking to the extreme.

Bulma pulled herself up, cringing about the pain of her back, groaning when her body straightened. She went to him, “Are you okay?” She whispered, sitting down beside him and gently caressing his soaked face. His skin now cool and soft but there was still obvious fright. Something had gotten to him in his dream, something that was able to stare at her with eyes that were blank and lost.

“I killed her.”

Bulma immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, “No, baby. No.”

“I did. I saw it.”

“Vegeta…”

“I didn’t save her. I didn’t want to.”

Bulma gripped his cheeks, kissing his lips, trying to revive him, “You couldn’t.”

“Yes I could have.”

“No.”

“I wasn’t strong enough.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“I killed her.”

Bulma shook her head, grabbing his chin roughly, “Vegeta.” She yelled, “You were a child! You were not suppose to save her. That was not your job.”

“I saw it. I watched.” His eyes blinked. Vegeta finally found her in front of him, holding him, crying for him. “I didn’t want her to die.”

“I know.” Her lips trembled, she forced herself for her tears to not overtake. “I know.” Bulma gripped him hard in her arms, holding him, wishing to take all of his pain. His arms surprisingly wrapped around her. His body was shaking and sweaty. His hold was the tightest he had ever held her, but still so weak to him. “I’m sorry, my love.” Bulma kissed his neck again and again whispering her sorrow time after time.

Bulma backed off, only to climb over him to lay down and she beckoned him. He obeyed without a care, resting his head between her breasts as her fingers gently fiddled with his rough locks, slowly humming a tune she used with her children.

It was hours until Vegeta rolled on to his back to stare up at the ceiling, waking Bulma in his movement. She rose to look down on him. “You are lucky, woman, that I do not kill that human.”

She smiled but it went sad. “It wasn’t his fault. I forced the kiss. I don’t know why, Vegeta. I’m sorry. I was wrong with everything I had said. I don’t want you to be anything else then what you are. I just need to stop comparing.” She moved to rest her head on his chest, finally feeling his skin that she had missed so much. “All I know, is that I never want to lose this.”

“Never again. You leave. I leave. Understood?” The seriousness of his voice shocked her but she did nothing but nod against him.

“I will never leave you, Vegeta. I was an idiot.”

“Now you agree with me.”

Bulma smacked him hard chest, quickly moving her lips to his in fright of rejection. Which he gave her none. Just held her tighter, pulled her upon his body before rolling over. Both their hearts beating faster then ever before. Neither had ever gone this long without a touch and it was unbelievable just how it felt so right, and felt so passionate.

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Bulma sighed as she gazed at the entrance the fully decorated and finished baby room. She smiled to herself, now all they needed was the baby and it would be missing nothing. Bulma turned around to meet the closed door of the soon to be parents, rolling her eyes, ignoring the voices inside. She walked down the hallway passing her sleeping baby girl and walked into the bedroom where Vegeta laid all ready asleep. Bulma gazed at him a moment while she stood before the bed, watching his expression nearly completely give away the child that laid within his hard heart. She smiled gently.

After many, many times, they finally found a medication that didn’t have an effect upon anything but what it was supposed too. His flashbacks soon faded and now it had been a whole month since he woke in the middle of the night in a panic. Bulma ran her hand through her extremely short hair that only reached her ears and made her way to the balcony, opening them to the warm July night watching the stars wink at her from above.

Things had certainly tried this family in the past but finally things were starting to look up. She had come to terms with the grandchild that is soon due. Bulma kind of like her daughter-in-law and prayed that everything went well.

Trunks only seventeen had a wife and a child on the way. It still made her depressed on the life he could have had. Hell, she knew even he was depressed a few times about his life. But the therapist he has been going to for the past months had done him good and he was starting to accept his life now and stopped wishing for things that could never be. Bulma could see though, every now and then when Goten would come over that there was so much regret lying in his eyes that he could never have the fun he had before. Never go chasing girls at the mall or flirting to his heart’s content. Then again, she also saw the love that reflected in his blue orbs when ever he gazed at his very pregnant wife. He loved her beside all that had happened, he loved her deeply. Bulma prayed that the woman didn’t break his heart. Not to say she didn’t see the same look in Nesa’s eyes, on the contrary, Nesa was in love with him but still she had a power over him that he didn’t see and she could instantly crush him if she wished.

Bulma glanced back at her lover, a smile on her lips. Vegeta could not be any perfect then he was in her eyes. The incident that ripped them apart a few months past had straightened out everything they neglected to talk about. Bulma tried her hardest to be what he wanted her to be, only to come to realize he didn't want her to be anything that she wasn't. Weird how it took her so many years to understand.

The best part was that he was feeling better. He was talking more freely to his doctor, to her. Fights still broke out more then not and many times during her Chemo she had grounded him to use his new bedroom instead of lay with her. Which he instantly took since his meds still didn’t work correctly for him then. But now he complained when sent away, but in all honestly he spent a lot of his time in his Christmas present considering it reminded him so much of his old room on Vegeta-sei. How she knew the colors of everything were beyond his reasoning. The colors and the way everything was placed. It was like she had seen it in his mind and tried her best to portray the exact image.

Once the Chemo treatments had ended, and Vegeta’s medications finally worked which once again hadn’t been till last month, their sex life had finally found itself again. She remembered the first time they had gotten together three weeks ago. He had been the most passionate and expressive then she had ever witness. He whispered her name in her ear repeatedly, words of his old language rolled off his tongue like the sweat on his forehead. And the way he touched and how his body trembled…Bulma shivered all over just remembering it.

Vegeta’s eyes shot open instantly connecting with hers. And shortly after a small smirk slid on his lips. He took a deep breath to spite her and his lips only deepened in their amusement. She rolled her eyes but came toward him and fell upon his body, lips instantly locking together.

All though at the moment, the bedroom door slammed open. Bulma and Vegeta turned their head to see a disheveled Trunks with wide, scared, eyes, his body shaking, his mouth hung open. The couple turned to look at each other before Bulma pulled herself to stand, “Trunks, what?”

“We were…And she…There was…And now she…”

“Trunks.” Bulma came closer, “Did Nesa’s water break?” He numbly nodded however didn’t move when she squealed in delight and kissed his cheek before running out of the room.

His eyes dumbly drifted to his father who sat on the bed chuckling at him. “Don’t just stand there, boy! Get to the hospital!” Vegeta ordered watching as Trunks immediately listened. He shook his head. That boy was much too young and stupid to have a child.

Yes, Vegeta did actually have an opinion on this whole damn mess. Not like it matter for whether he liked it or not he was still going to be a gra…No don’t say that word. Vegeta quickly changed into human pants and added a shirt before grabbing the woman some clothes since she was only in his boxers and shirt. He heard Nesa screaming foul words as Trunks carried her to the elevator, he stepped into the boy’s room, making sure not to get his feet caught in the nasty fluids on the floor and grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt for the boy who must have forgotten he was only in his boxers and slippers. Bulma was in there also calling the harpy of a woman to come over and watch Bra and telling her to tell Goten to get to the hospital.

She turned to him with a broad smile but it fell when he lifted the clothes he had for her up. Bulma laughed and grabbed them.

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After twenty hours in labor, Nesa finally gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Bulma and Vegeta along with a tired but beaming Trunks looked into the window that held the new family member asleep in the crib of the paternity ward. The old couple glanced at one another, Bulma bit her lip and Vegeta shook his head but their secret exchanged was interrupted by their son, “I can’t believe it. I have a son.” He whispered. He tore himself away, “Well, mom, dad, what do you guys think? Is he beautiful or what?”

“He’s beautiful, Trunks.” Yeah, with that full mass of blond hair on his head and beside the fact that he had no tail. He’s a beautiful baby. He‘s a beautiful human baby. “Go see Nesa. I’m sure they have her all cleaned up by now.” He nodded but reluctantly left. Bulma turned to her husband, “It’s not, is it?”

“Not even close.”

Bulma hung her head, feeling her fists clench, “That fucking bitch.” She whispered. “After everything we did for her. She totally used us!” Bulma snapped her head up. “I want to do a blood check. Just to make sure.” With that she set off to use her powers of persuasion. Vegeta looked back at the child. Trunks is going to be devastated.

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“Who’s going to tell him?” Bulma looked around watching as Goten immediately put up his hands, shaking his head, Gohan swiftly looked away wishing Videl was with him instead of the two youngsters, Chi-Chi instantly started conversing with Goku, and Krillen quickly excused himself along with his wife and child. Coming back to her husband who raised a brow.

“Do not even think of it.” He replied stubbornly.

“Well someone’s got to tell him.”

“Tell me what?” The whole group snapped their heads to the young man that just walked into the waiting room. He smiled shyly, nervously, sticking his hands in his pockets. His questioning gaze landed on his mother, shaking his lavender bangs from his eyes.

Bulma bit her lip, kneading her hands together, “Tell you…Tell you…You look tired! Why don’t you sit down? You‘ve been up for twenty-six hours, you must be exhausted. ” She snatched his arm and lead him to a chair sitting next to him.

Trunks cocked his brow much like his father, “I actually just took a two hour nap with Nesa. I’m pretty OK right now. Kind of hungry. Really, Mom what is it you want to tell me?” He got apprehensive when she gripped his hands in his lap leaning forward with that weird expression in her eyes.

Bulma sighed heavily, “Well, there is something that needs to be said and since-” She cut her gaze over to the ease dropping troop who immediately turned their heads, whistling innocently, “No one else is man enough to do it, I will.” Trunks leaned forward like his mother kind of playfully, knowing whatever she had to said couldn’t at all be serious since this was actually the happiest moment of his life. He smiled lightly to her which she weakly mimicked. “Trunks, honey. You know we love you and everything. And you know we’ll always be behind every move that you make. We just want to do what’s best for everything--”

“You ramble when your nervous, so you’re not making me feel any better, mom. Is there something wrong with the baby?” Bulma shook her head, relaxing him. “Come on. Just tell me what it is.”

“Honey…We. We. She. I. Um.. He. Ah.”

“That brat is not yours, boy.” Vegeta growled having had enough of the woman’s babbling which he did get an evil scorn from. Trunks looked at him in question for a moment, the small smile still not vanishing from his lips as he gazed back at his mother.

It was like he didn’t comprehend and now that someone had said it, Bulma was finally able to get what she wanted off her lips. “Trunks, honey, We think the baby isn’t yours.”

He pulled back with a soft chuckle, “Kami, you worried me. Man, guys what a time for a joke. I really needed to lighten up.” He let his head fall back against the wall, laughing a bit more. “Man I thought you were serious. Whoo.” Trunks looked over at her, but her blue eyes momentarily went to his father’s, her teeth still attached to her lip in her apprehension. His brows knit. Trunks lifted his head and looked all around, each person dropped their head, even Goten. “You. You’re serious?” A bitter smile approached his lips. “You can’t be serious?”

Bulma grasped his hand again, getting his attention, “Honey, have you looked at the baby? He looks nothing like you, honey. He has brown eyes, blond hair, he doesn’t have a tail.”

“You can’t really mean this.” He looked around, “Do you all think this?” The silence was the only response he needed before he snapped to his feet, “I can’t believe you guys. Nesa loves me. She would have told me if she…She wouldn’t have. I thought you all were my friends, my family. How could you even suggest it?”

Bulma slowly stood stepping slightly away from her angered child, “I’m. I’m not suggesting, Trunks, honey. I had him tested. He’s one hundred percent human.”

“You what? You went behind my back, mom? I trusted you, how could you? That is my wife in there and that is my child. She just went through an excruciating labor, to have this child, my child! And you all have the nerve to question the paternity? I know you’re not happy with the way my life turned out but…Whether you want to accept it or not is up to you but to make these lies-”

“Trunks I’m--”

“I don’t want to hear it.” He instantly cut her off, glaring at her, caring not for the fact that his father became very defensive and more then likely would have said something if Bulma had not put her hand upon his chest. “I’m going to go and see my wife, the mother of my child, and hope that when I see you all again, you apologize not just to me, but to her.” With that he slammed his hand on the exit door which swung open and slammed against the wall then smashed shut. It slowly fell off the hinges.

Bulma cringed as did everyone else, biting her lip, “Well, that went better then I thought.”

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