Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Time Heals No Wounds ( Chapter 50 )

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Vegeta goes to Trunks.

And something goes wrong...

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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.10.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed

~~~~~``` Chapter 49-Time Heals no wounds

All the pain I suffered thought time,
you can't imagine what I’m feeling inside.
I'm still searching - I'll keep searching,
the answers that I can't find.---Sworn Enemy

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Vegeta dropped down in the sandy shores of the beach. His eyes swept over the loud ocean echoing in the silence night, bouncing off the moon and stares. The wind blew hard, giving a nice chill to the humid air. He pouted, crossing his arms over his spandex covered chest. He had not wanted to do this but the woman’s incessant worrying was bothering the hell out of him. Not only that but she is so concerned for her son, she won’t even mate! And that’s when it gets personal. Hence the reason he was here. A week had past since Trunks had walked empty and numbly out of the hospital and still had not returned. Vegeta will admit even he was a bit bothered by the boy’s absence but Trunks was always fine. His ki never dropping to serious levels so there was no need to fret. But it was time for the kid to come back and face the aftermath.

Vegeta turned and walked toward the woods all ready seeing the light from the capsule house he had stolen after leaving the hospital. He stepped on the porch, sizing it up for a moment, deciding weather to wait or just go in. Not known for his patience, Vegeta broke the lock on the door and headed in. His eyes scanned the area, completely clean and empty, however there were many clothes on the counters and books covering the coffee table in the living room. It was there he found Trunks ki resting on the couch though not facing him.

Vegeta silently stepped up to the couch, his eyes catching the fire blaring in the hearth. The TV smashed, cut outs of the newspaper spread along the carpet, he could make out many incinerated parts surrounding the bottom of the fire, safe from any flames. The boy had obviously known his entire life had made news across the world. That would also mean that he knew many had tried to kill Nesa. Vegeta vaguely wondered if Trunks even cared.

“I was wondering when Mom would get you to come here.” Vegeta glanced down at the child lying on the couch, book in hand, glasses on the tip of his nose. The smirk that formed on his features is what caused Vegeta to rip the spectacles from his eyes.

“You do not need those. I do not understand why Gohan and you insist on wearing them.” Vegeta crushed it in his fist letting the glass and twisted metal fall to the floor.

“They make you look smart.”

“You are smart enough. And they do not make you look like anything other then stupid.”

“Well you’re full of positive energy today.” Trunks shifted his head back to his book.

“You would be too if you heard the woman’s incessant mouth run without a break. Go back home. You’re mother is getting on my nerves.”

“She’s always getting on your nerves. And I don’t want to go home.”

“You cannot runaway forever, boy.”

“Yeah I can.” His careless attitude proved to Vegeta all he needed to know. The boy wasn’t facing his reality yet. The movement of his son’s head turning to him, lavender brows wide in amusement, “You still here?”

“You’re coming back.”

Trunks sighed, leaning back in the comfort of the couch, holding the book now with both hands. “Yeah, in a year or so.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “You are still a child.”

“Yep that’s right I am.” Vegeta moved around and sat with a sigh in the recliner chair. He snapped off his boots leaning back bringing the foot rest up to lay out. Trunks’ eyes lifted to him in humor. “Is there a reason you are staying? Or do you actually believe you can get me home?”

“I would rather be here then listen to that woman complain.”

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Several hours past, Vegeta had fallen asleep a little over three hours ago and just now opened his eyes to the smell of food. He snapped his head toward the kitchen where the boy was tossing some tiny meats and vegetables in a pan. And just for a moment, Vegeta saw the young boy that was always so prefect in so many ways. From his pure soul to his understanding genius, Trunks was for a moment, full of life and energy. Of course he had to blink and the image now finding him was a disturbing fact of his lavender un-brushed hair and his extremely pale cheeks and swallowed eyes sunk deep into his skull.

With a sigh, he scanned the wall for a clock. Two in the morning and the boy was just now eating. Taking another look at his son he finally noticed the sight of his ribs sickly sticking out of his sides and back. All of his muscle had began to deteriorate actually making his body seem a bit human without all of its bulging strength. And that was the deciding factor. No matter how well the boy hid it, he was suffering from bond withdrawal. There was no way he was going to leave his son now.

Feeling himself being watched, Trunks turned his head slightly finding his father’s black steady gaze, smiling softly to him. “You’re awake. You hungry?” No need to respond, since it was always a stupid question to ask a Sayian, Vegeta pushed himself up and strutted over to the kitchen sitting at the bar, watching his son continue cooking.

“When was the last time you ate?”

Trunks chuckled, “That’s a weird question. When was the last time you ate?”

“I’m being serious boy.” Vegeta saw the smile falter and the sky eyes turning quickly back to the food.

“I’m fine dad. There’s no need to worry about it.”

“Answer it.”

“It’s no big deal, I’m eating now.”

“You and I both know there is only enough for one there.” One Sayian that is.

“I’m planning to make a second batch later.”

“You’re lying. When was the last time you ate?”

“Look, you may think that this thing with Nesa is effecting me but it’s not. I’m here because I want to be, I don’t want any one hounding me about anything. Once this thing blows over with the media I’ll return. Believe me, I’m fine.”

“OH? Is that so?”

“Yes. That is so.”

“So when was the last time you ate?”

“Why do you want to know so badly, dad?”

“You don’t even remember do you?”

“Just because I don’t want to tell you the last time I ate, doesn’t mean I haven’t eaten anything.”

“Fine. When was the last time you were out of this house?”

“You are just full of annoying questions tonight.” Trunks shook his head in his false humor however turning with the pan in hand and scrapping it all onto the plate before his father. And it seemed in that little instant, all of his control drained and he turned suddenly throwing the pan and spoon onto the stove with vengeance breaking the objects in two. His hands laid out on the counter, head hung low down on his chest. Slowly his fingers curled into fists.

Vegeta watched with interest feeling the boy’s ki flex to extremely high to frighteningly low before a sigh escaped Trunks lips and his fists unfurled and his body relaxed. Trunks suddenly turned with a small smile and leaned back against the counter with crossed arms. “I know it may look like I’m not doing so well, but really I’m fine. I don’t want to be badgered by all those reporters. I don’t want to see…her. I don’t want to here any of mom’s lectures. I just want to be left alone to deal with this.”

“I will leave if you eat.” Vegeta shoved the plate in Trunks direction who instantly chuckled and shook his head.

“Never gives up.” However the child obeyed, grabbing a fork and within seconds the food was gone as was the whole gallon of milk that had laid on the counter.

Vegeta watched him wash the plate and place it in the dishwasher noting no other plates in there. It was disturbing to see his son like this but he said none of this nor even hinted it. “Call your mother at least.” He turned his back however stalled when he remembered something, “Your mate--”

“Don’t call her that.”

“She is ill. She suffers what you suffer. Yet she is only human, too weak.”

“That is what she deserves.” He mumbled though Vegeta ignored it having said what he needed, he quickly left.

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When he returned his mate was impatiently pacing their bedroom carpet, he could make out her tracks upon it, musing himself at trying to guess how many hours she had been waiting for him to return. Once she heard the click of the balcony doors open her short blue hair swung toward him, gilding over her eyes. Personally he liked long hair but with this woman it didn’t matter. She always looked desirable.

Bulma quickly made her way up to him, “How is he? Is he all right? Why hasn’t he called? Does he look healthy? Has he eaten? Has he showered? Does he know about Nesa--”

“If you speak another word I will not tell you anything.” How sweetly annoying her voice could be and yet still not bother him really. He passed her wanting to change into his pajamas but the woman’s incessant pleading stare caused such agitation he growled. “The boy is fine.” He heard her sigh and she quickly sat next to him as if he would tell her the whole story of their meeting. Vegeta rolled his eyes in annoyance. “He has not eaten but I forced him. He appears fine with everything or is in denial. And yes, he knows about Nesa but he pretends not to care. He is the same position as her besides the fact that he is stronger. It is a damn good thing he didn’t mark her.” Vegeta mumbled, taking off his shirt before bending to un-strap his boots.

“Did you tell him to call me?”

“Yes.”

“Is he going to come home?”

“Don’t know.” He felt Bulma’s eyes watch him, desperately wishing for more detail but he was rather tired. He stripped before gathering the woman in his arms and throwing her roughly to her side of the bed, crawling under the sheet with his back to her. However, if he thought that would suffice the drugs must have messed with something in his brain because her orbs brutally bore down on the back of his skull. He sighed irritated, falling on his back. “What?”

“I want him to come home. I want to see him for myself. Why won’t he come home? Nesa’s at the hospital and won’t be out for Kami knows how long, the reporters are pushed to the very brink of my property.”

“He does not want to hear your wicked tongue.”

“Well, what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Vegeta mentally smirked at her sudden spark of anger. He opened his eye getting view of her burned face. “It is what he said.”

“I wouldn’t say anything mean to him! I just want him home!” The shrug she received made her clench her fists in her fury. And without even thinking of it, she slammed the side of her fist into his peck. Like every other stupid moment before she recoiled her nearly broken fist, and soothed it against her breast keeping back from crying at the pain. Her tearing eyes found their way to Vegeta’s wide ones who had been utterly surprised by her sudden burst of anger. However he had felt none of the pain she was enduring at the moment. She sniffed and wiped her stray tears from her cheeks, cradling the aching appendage close to her while turning her back on her lover wishing not for him to see her cry.

Vegeta chuckled softly. This woman gets more amusing by the day. And it was again he sadly realized he could never get enough of her. So awkward she was. So different even when compared to normal humans. It must be that brilliant mind of hers. Filled with genius however lacking common sense. Vegeta let his hand slide up her spine.

Bulma turned to bury her head into his heated neck, not crying per say but the tears did fall reluctantly. She placed her numb fist on his chest feeling his hand encircle it. She winced ready to pull away but that only made it worse. Only soon did she realize the pain was lessening as heat penetrated it. Slowly her fingers uncoiled to lay open handed on his tight skin, still numb but no longer causing a tearful pain. “I want my son, Vegeta. I want to ease his pain.”

“He will come back. For a Sayian, woman, this effects him deeper then humans can ever imagine.”

She nuzzled her head closer, breathing in his musky, manly smell that only he could create. “For a race that never lets themselves feel very much, you guys sure do give yourselves fully to your mates, huh?”

“Mates are not to dishonor. That is why there is no reason not too. But humans. They are despicable creatures.”

Bulma lifted her head with a smile, kissing his cheek, “Surely we humans aren’t all bad.” Vegeta chuckled however not having a response quickly dipped to take a long taste of her lips. But their sacred moment was ripped apart by Vegeta’s sudden jerk away from her. She heard a surprised groan of pain from her lover and instantly her eyes opened. Vegeta sat up holding his head tightly in his hands, his features knitted harshly in his pain. “Vegeta.” She whispered leaning up, her fingers going for his shoulder all though quickly dismissed it for she could feel the heat of his ki. “Vegeta what’s wrong?” She questioned. Sitting up also, leaning into him trying to catch his eyes however they were strongly shut.

“I don’t--” He was cut off by a reluctant tortured groan. His nails dug into his hair, his body shook terribly and sweat covered his chest.

“Vegeta, what? What do you want me to do? What can I do?” Her own body trembled. She felt entirely helpless. For once in her life, the famous Bulma Briefs, simply didn’t know. Her eyes shut suddenly, face scrunching up in a low dull pain that vibrated her brain. Her breath quickened, afraid of what her body felt. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move and all she saw before her eyes all she heard and felt was nothing. Completely nothing. Vegeta had his mind closed off however the pain welcomed to exit through her. She bit her lip, her fingers curling in the bed sheets. She fought to open her eyes, “Vegeta, what’s going on?”

“Something. In my head.” He bit out. His ki was skyrocketing that Bulma could feel the pressure becoming unbearable however she had not the strength to move.

“Is it a flashback?”

“I don’t know!” He snapped, the pain driving him to the brink of losing control. He needed her to keep talking. He needed to concentrate on her or he would lose restraint upon his power. It was then though, that he became slightly aware of her lips. No, woman! Get back! But she didn’t, she stayed there, her lips attached to his her body fully upon his, and his ki burning her delicate skin. He heard her groan against the pain, felt her hands hold upon his neck, her finger gently rubbing upon his mark. His heart felt as if it would explode and his body shook, no way to stop it. Sweat poured over his body, dripping down his hands and chin.

Vegeta forced himself to feel her. Forced himself to swallow the pain. He couldn’t think. It hurt too much to concentrate but the more he thought of her lips, the more the pain melted. Whatever it was, it was slowly decreasing. Vegeta tried to find the reason for it. Tried to feel what it was exactly that was causing the tremendous pain but his brain was numb and clouded.

He could feel her now. Her fingers stroking his scar. His agony becoming less and less. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. His hands lowered to grasp her shoulders. He could feel the burning of her skin as he did so. He ripped her away, throwing her roughly to the side of the bed, caring nil for her cry of surprise. He panted heavily, like he had just sparred for twenty hours straight. His heart pounded, it vibrated his eyes. And his head, now empty and drained. He licked the sweat on his lip, staring dejectedly upon his mate. What had happened was what they both were questioning. And neither knew how to answer.

Vegeta closed his eyes and with one last long breath of air, released a dejected sigh, his ki falling to nothing as he did so. He could do nothing however to stop his pathetic trembling. His black eyes rose to her once again, she stared at her hands, swollen and smoking, her lips cracked and sizzling. Her blue eyes met his and instantly she sat back up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He embraced her, taking in her deep scent. His arm slid under her legs and held her to him as he stood. He made his way to their bathroom, setting her upon the sink counter. Vegeta caught her eyes again, they both trembled, but neither cared. He kissed her deeply, secretly thanking her for once again she had saved him from whatever it is that was trying to destroy him. Though he immediately regretted his thoughtless action at her painful yelp. Her fingers flying to her burning lips.

Vegeta scowled himself however giving her the look. He needed to break the silence. “Don’t look at me. It’s your fault.” He stated reaching underneath the sink to grab the first aid kit, however he secretly basked in her sad attempt to laugh. At least now the tension and confusion wouldn’t be so intolerable.

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