Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Hit the Floor ( Chapter 49 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: StaindGT 
Trunks confronts something he never thought he would need to.
He ends up running away, no other option seemed to be present.
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.02.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed
Trunks confronts something he never thought he would need to.
He ends up running away, no other option seemed to be present.
Thanks for the reviews.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.02.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed
~~~~``` Chapter 43 Hit the floor
I know I'll never trust a single thing you say,
You knew your lies would divide us,
But you lied anyway,
And all the lies have got you floating
Up above us all
But what goes up has got to fall.
Linkin Park
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``````
Nesa gently touched her baby’s cheek as he continued to drink from her breast. She smiled gently at him. Looking up she found her husband, her eyes darting back and forth, back and forth while he paced the floor. “Trunks, baby. What’s got you angry?”
He waved a hand at her, completely ignoring the question however hearing all the words she spoke. He never looked up from the spots on the ground until finally he had the nerve to lift his head and gazed at her. Her black hair was disheveled, her cheeks rosy, her eyes wide. His anger instantly faded at the sight of their child lying on her chest, sucking his food from her. Trunks smiled warmly stepping to the bed and took a seat, grasping her hand while watching their child drink. He sighed contently however soon dropped his head on the bed. Only seconds later he felt her hand slid through his lavender hair, reviving him. She cupped his cheek when he looked up at her. “Tell me what’s wrong.” She smiled sweetly.
Trunks took her hand kissing her knuckles, “Nothing for you to worry about.”
“You’re such a liar. Now come on.”
“Nesa, It’s--”
“It’s important or you wouldn’t be so stressed. I’m your wife, so you have to tell me what’s wrong.”
Trunks took a deep breath, glancing down at the baby. He didn’t want this feeling to end. He wanted to know this baby was his. This being that he had dreaded the moment he heard it was forming in her, now all he wanted was to be close to him and never let him out of his sight, out of his protection, out of his love. Standing, he gently and carefully lifted the child that had taken a rest from his dinner. Trunks gently held the infant in his grasp on his shoulder, padding his back softly. Gods would it always feel this good to hold this creation that he had helped produce? Once he heard the burp from him, Trunks settled the child down to cradle in his powerful arms, gazing at the beautiful creature who stared up at him.
And it was then, gazing into those brown orbs the feeling shattered. He closed his eyes as if to turn away the pain and brought the child to the small crib, placing a chaste kiss on his chubby pale cheek, Trunks set him down in it. “What are you going to name him?” He asked still gazing at the sleeping infant.
“I thought on what we decided and I think the perfect name was what you suggested. Jory. To continue your grandfather‘s name theme. Except in Sayian-di.”
Trunks smiled and whispered the name off his lips before pressing the button for the nurse who instantly entered and took the child away. He dropped his head when the door closed and his child was forever out of his life. Hearing his name fall off his wife’s lips he turned reluctantly to her and sat on the side of the bed. He didn’t even look at her until her fingers touched his chin and directed him to her smiling face. “Nesa.” He paused asking himself once more if he really wanted to know the truth or live in his fantasy. But like all dreams, it had to come to an end sometime. “How many guys did you sleep with before me?”
Her brows instantly knit, “What kind of question is that?”
“I mean…did you sleep with someone while we were going out?”
Absolutely insulted now “Trunks--”
“Honestly, Nesa. I need you to be honest with me. Please. Just tell me.”
“Fine. No I did not, Trunks. I slept with five guys before you to answer that question too.”
“What about right before we started dating?”
“Why are you asking me these questions, Trunks?”
“Why are they so hard to answer?”
“What difference would it make?”
“One week different, Nesa.” He replied sharply but softened his expression as he gazed at her.
“What does that mean?”
“When we went for your first check up, the doctor told you, you were pregnant for a month. I thought it was wrong or something but the more I think about it now, the more I see.”
“See what?”
“Nesa. The day you went for your check-up was exactly three weeks prior to our first time together.”
Her eyes widened in realization, “What are you saying?”
He stood up in aggravation, “It’s obvious, Nesa! The child is not mine!” He turned to her suddenly caring not for the fear evident on her face, “Have you looked at him?! Have you seen him?! He looks nothing like me!”
“Trunks, I--”
“How could you lie to me? I’m your husband. You’re not suppose to lie to me. So I am asking you again, Did you have sex with someone while we were dating?”
The tears that shed mindlessly from her husband made the situation so suddenly real. Instinctively she wanted to allay his fears. It only made her cry when she couldn't. To get away from it, she covered her face and sobbed out, “Yes.” She whispered humiliated.
No matter how much he thought he was prepared, Trunks collapsed in the chair against the wall, his mouth wide along with his eyes, having not wanted to believe the truth so instead being thrust into it’s awaiting torture.
He hadn’t heard her get out of the hospital bed and come near him, but she was suddenly on her knees before him crying brutally against his legs. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I hadn’t wanted to believe it, Trunks. I wanted it to be yours and you were treating me so good. Your parents treated me like family, I didn’t want it to end, please, I’m sorry--”
“You…You knew it wasn’t mine?” His face contorted in disgust staring at the tiles next to her having not the will to look upon his crying wife. “You led me…to believe that it was mine when you knew?” His glistening eyes finally made it to hers, “How could you be that cruel? How could you be that selfish?”
“Trunks I’m sorry. I just loved you--”
“No you don‘t. You never did.” He whispered as if figuring it out for the first time which he was. Realizing everything had been just another lie. But it wasn't anger that mixed with his words, it was total grief. “If you loved me, you would have told me. You would have done so many things different. But it was just another joke to you wasn’t it? I should have stayed away after your first game. I don’t know why I played again. I don’t know why I believed you again.” He lifted though very sluggishly as if his very soul had left him to rot.
Nesa went after him, grabbing his resisting arm, “Please, Trunks I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you I just--”
“Didn’t mean to hurt me?” A small weak fake smile broached his lips, “That’s exactly what you said last time. Funny how each time you had.”
He continued on, ignoring her cries to come back, the nurse holding her to her room, for she shouldn’t even be out of bed. Trunks didn’t stop until his father blocked his exit. His blind eyes rose to Vegeta’s cold calculating ones. “She is your mate, boy. You cannot walk away.”
Tears falling unnoticeably, “Not anymore. And yes I can. Just watch.” He whispered with no emotion surprising Vegeta with the monotone. The boy side stepped him and continued on his dreary way, ignoring all that called for him.
~`~~``
“I’m starting to worry.” Bulma paced the living room floor, “He’s been gone for almost twelve hours. What could he possibly be doing that takes so damn long!? Why won’t he come home!”
“Momma.” Bulma snapped over to the child who just entered from the elevator staring in her nightgown, thumb between her little lips and the now six month old cat hanging uncomfortably in her arm.
Bulma aggravated scowled herself. If she hadn’t been so worried she would have noticed the little one and now the child was upset. She glanced over at Vegeta who looked away. He could have at least warned her. And he knew this. Bulma kneeled before the small child.
“Where’s butor? Why hasn’t he come home for the hospital with Nesa?”
“Well, honey, your brother and Nesa had a little fight. Trunks is just taking a breather right now and Nesa has to stay at the hospital for a while.”
“Because of the baby?”
“Yep, that’s right.”
“Is she going to come back with Tunks?”
“I don’t know, baby. I don’t know if she is going to be living here anymore.”
“But I want her to stay. I like her.”
“I know honey, but Nesa did something very bad--” Bulma released a cool, calming sigh, trying to not reveal her anger for the devious bitch. “Nesa’s family wants to take her back so she is going to go live with them.” A lie but one that will not harm the child.
“Will I see her again?”
“I don’t think so, honey.”
“Doesn’t she like me?”
“Oh of course she likes you.” Bulma swiped the little girl in her arms, Bra’s lavender head falling against her mother chest hugging the meowing and struggling kitty tighter to her. “Hey, why aren’t you in bed? It’s nearly midnight.”
“You are loud.”
“Oh, I’m sorry little one. Since you’re up you want some hot chocolate? It will help you get back to sleep.” The little head nodded against her. “Here take a seat with daddy while I make you some.” Bulma set her down on the leather bench, Bra quickly crawling to snuggle against her father’s side, the cat instantly escaped as fast as possible but the child didn’t care anymore now that she had her daddy. “Please, Vegeta what do you think I should do?”
“Nothing.”
She snapped her head behind her to stare at him, “What?”
“It is not your concern. The boy is mated to her, let him figure out what he wants to do.”
“I’ve got to do something.”
“No. You will only make it worse.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly how it sounds. Trunks does not want you involved or he would have returned all ready. Besides he does not belong to us anymore. Your marriage laws are the same as the mating laws. He is not our problem.”
“That’s really stupid, Vegeta. How could you say that? He is our problem until we are dead.”
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I know I'll never trust a single thing you say,
You knew your lies would divide us,
But you lied anyway,
And all the lies have got you floating
Up above us all
But what goes up has got to fall.
Linkin Park
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``````
Nesa gently touched her baby’s cheek as he continued to drink from her breast. She smiled gently at him. Looking up she found her husband, her eyes darting back and forth, back and forth while he paced the floor. “Trunks, baby. What’s got you angry?”
He waved a hand at her, completely ignoring the question however hearing all the words she spoke. He never looked up from the spots on the ground until finally he had the nerve to lift his head and gazed at her. Her black hair was disheveled, her cheeks rosy, her eyes wide. His anger instantly faded at the sight of their child lying on her chest, sucking his food from her. Trunks smiled warmly stepping to the bed and took a seat, grasping her hand while watching their child drink. He sighed contently however soon dropped his head on the bed. Only seconds later he felt her hand slid through his lavender hair, reviving him. She cupped his cheek when he looked up at her. “Tell me what’s wrong.” She smiled sweetly.
Trunks took her hand kissing her knuckles, “Nothing for you to worry about.”
“You’re such a liar. Now come on.”
“Nesa, It’s--”
“It’s important or you wouldn’t be so stressed. I’m your wife, so you have to tell me what’s wrong.”
Trunks took a deep breath, glancing down at the baby. He didn’t want this feeling to end. He wanted to know this baby was his. This being that he had dreaded the moment he heard it was forming in her, now all he wanted was to be close to him and never let him out of his sight, out of his protection, out of his love. Standing, he gently and carefully lifted the child that had taken a rest from his dinner. Trunks gently held the infant in his grasp on his shoulder, padding his back softly. Gods would it always feel this good to hold this creation that he had helped produce? Once he heard the burp from him, Trunks settled the child down to cradle in his powerful arms, gazing at the beautiful creature who stared up at him.
And it was then, gazing into those brown orbs the feeling shattered. He closed his eyes as if to turn away the pain and brought the child to the small crib, placing a chaste kiss on his chubby pale cheek, Trunks set him down in it. “What are you going to name him?” He asked still gazing at the sleeping infant.
“I thought on what we decided and I think the perfect name was what you suggested. Jory. To continue your grandfather‘s name theme. Except in Sayian-di.”
Trunks smiled and whispered the name off his lips before pressing the button for the nurse who instantly entered and took the child away. He dropped his head when the door closed and his child was forever out of his life. Hearing his name fall off his wife’s lips he turned reluctantly to her and sat on the side of the bed. He didn’t even look at her until her fingers touched his chin and directed him to her smiling face. “Nesa.” He paused asking himself once more if he really wanted to know the truth or live in his fantasy. But like all dreams, it had to come to an end sometime. “How many guys did you sleep with before me?”
Her brows instantly knit, “What kind of question is that?”
“I mean…did you sleep with someone while we were going out?”
Absolutely insulted now “Trunks--”
“Honestly, Nesa. I need you to be honest with me. Please. Just tell me.”
“Fine. No I did not, Trunks. I slept with five guys before you to answer that question too.”
“What about right before we started dating?”
“Why are you asking me these questions, Trunks?”
“Why are they so hard to answer?”
“What difference would it make?”
“One week different, Nesa.” He replied sharply but softened his expression as he gazed at her.
“What does that mean?”
“When we went for your first check up, the doctor told you, you were pregnant for a month. I thought it was wrong or something but the more I think about it now, the more I see.”
“See what?”
“Nesa. The day you went for your check-up was exactly three weeks prior to our first time together.”
Her eyes widened in realization, “What are you saying?”
He stood up in aggravation, “It’s obvious, Nesa! The child is not mine!” He turned to her suddenly caring not for the fear evident on her face, “Have you looked at him?! Have you seen him?! He looks nothing like me!”
“Trunks, I--”
“How could you lie to me? I’m your husband. You’re not suppose to lie to me. So I am asking you again, Did you have sex with someone while we were dating?”
The tears that shed mindlessly from her husband made the situation so suddenly real. Instinctively she wanted to allay his fears. It only made her cry when she couldn't. To get away from it, she covered her face and sobbed out, “Yes.” She whispered humiliated.
No matter how much he thought he was prepared, Trunks collapsed in the chair against the wall, his mouth wide along with his eyes, having not wanted to believe the truth so instead being thrust into it’s awaiting torture.
He hadn’t heard her get out of the hospital bed and come near him, but she was suddenly on her knees before him crying brutally against his legs. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I hadn’t wanted to believe it, Trunks. I wanted it to be yours and you were treating me so good. Your parents treated me like family, I didn’t want it to end, please, I’m sorry--”
“You…You knew it wasn’t mine?” His face contorted in disgust staring at the tiles next to her having not the will to look upon his crying wife. “You led me…to believe that it was mine when you knew?” His glistening eyes finally made it to hers, “How could you be that cruel? How could you be that selfish?”
“Trunks I’m sorry. I just loved you--”
“No you don‘t. You never did.” He whispered as if figuring it out for the first time which he was. Realizing everything had been just another lie. But it wasn't anger that mixed with his words, it was total grief. “If you loved me, you would have told me. You would have done so many things different. But it was just another joke to you wasn’t it? I should have stayed away after your first game. I don’t know why I played again. I don’t know why I believed you again.” He lifted though very sluggishly as if his very soul had left him to rot.
Nesa went after him, grabbing his resisting arm, “Please, Trunks I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you I just--”
“Didn’t mean to hurt me?” A small weak fake smile broached his lips, “That’s exactly what you said last time. Funny how each time you had.”
He continued on, ignoring her cries to come back, the nurse holding her to her room, for she shouldn’t even be out of bed. Trunks didn’t stop until his father blocked his exit. His blind eyes rose to Vegeta’s cold calculating ones. “She is your mate, boy. You cannot walk away.”
Tears falling unnoticeably, “Not anymore. And yes I can. Just watch.” He whispered with no emotion surprising Vegeta with the monotone. The boy side stepped him and continued on his dreary way, ignoring all that called for him.
~`~~``
“I’m starting to worry.” Bulma paced the living room floor, “He’s been gone for almost twelve hours. What could he possibly be doing that takes so damn long!? Why won’t he come home!”
“Momma.” Bulma snapped over to the child who just entered from the elevator staring in her nightgown, thumb between her little lips and the now six month old cat hanging uncomfortably in her arm.
Bulma aggravated scowled herself. If she hadn’t been so worried she would have noticed the little one and now the child was upset. She glanced over at Vegeta who looked away. He could have at least warned her. And he knew this. Bulma kneeled before the small child.
“Where’s butor? Why hasn’t he come home for the hospital with Nesa?”
“Well, honey, your brother and Nesa had a little fight. Trunks is just taking a breather right now and Nesa has to stay at the hospital for a while.”
“Because of the baby?”
“Yep, that’s right.”
“Is she going to come back with Tunks?”
“I don’t know, baby. I don’t know if she is going to be living here anymore.”
“But I want her to stay. I like her.”
“I know honey, but Nesa did something very bad--” Bulma released a cool, calming sigh, trying to not reveal her anger for the devious bitch. “Nesa’s family wants to take her back so she is going to go live with them.” A lie but one that will not harm the child.
“Will I see her again?”
“I don’t think so, honey.”
“Doesn’t she like me?”
“Oh of course she likes you.” Bulma swiped the little girl in her arms, Bra’s lavender head falling against her mother chest hugging the meowing and struggling kitty tighter to her. “Hey, why aren’t you in bed? It’s nearly midnight.”
“You are loud.”
“Oh, I’m sorry little one. Since you’re up you want some hot chocolate? It will help you get back to sleep.” The little head nodded against her. “Here take a seat with daddy while I make you some.” Bulma set her down on the leather bench, Bra quickly crawling to snuggle against her father’s side, the cat instantly escaped as fast as possible but the child didn’t care anymore now that she had her daddy. “Please, Vegeta what do you think I should do?”
“Nothing.”
She snapped her head behind her to stare at him, “What?”
“It is not your concern. The boy is mated to her, let him figure out what he wants to do.”
“I’ve got to do something.”
“No. You will only make it worse.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly how it sounds. Trunks does not want you involved or he would have returned all ready. Besides he does not belong to us anymore. Your marriage laws are the same as the mating laws. He is not our problem.”
“That’s really stupid, Vegeta. How could you say that? He is our problem until we are dead.”
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