Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Sleeping Beauty ( Chapter 52 )
~~~~~~~~~~```Chapter. Sleeping Beauty.
Truly thought I could make it right
if I kissed you one more time to
help you face the nightmare
but you're far too poison for me
such a fool to think that I could wake you from your slumber
that I could actually heal you -- Perfect Circle
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She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She would never have if he hadn’t asked her to. It sucks sometimes having to be the mother. It also sucks a lot when you have to be the mature one.
Bulma turned into the hospital room, stalling in the doorway catching the woman laid out on the bed, her head turned toward her window, IV stuck in her arm, her skin most a deathly pale. Bulma straightened her resolve. She would not pity this female. What she has done to her son the woman needed to be hanged. However, she could never allow this young girl to give up. Trunks was right. She had a child that needed a mother.
Bulma stepped to the bed, coughing to get her attention. Upon the sight of her sunken eyes, rimmed in black, Bulma had to catch her breath before she could figure out what it was she wanted to say to the girl but Nesa spoke up first. “How’s Trunks?”
“I wouldn’t know. He has been gone for the past week and a half. I haven’t talked to him since.”
“That makes both of us.” Nesa whispered, tears all ready forming in her eyes.
Bulma wouldn’t allow her to start crying. This woman needed a reality check. “Well, that serves you right for treating Trunks the way you did. For treating us the way you did. I have to admit I am pretty amazed how well you lied and used each of us.”
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“Bulma--”
“Mrs. Briefs to you.”
Her brows knit at her sadness but she continued in a whisper. “Mrs. Briefs, I’m sorry. And I know that it is not good enough but please just listen to what I have to say. I’m not asking for forgiveness. I just want someone to understand.” Bulma bit the side her cheek, glaring at the woman. Did she deserve this? No, not at all. However, if no one listened to this woman, she would surely waste away to nothing. Bulma aggravated sat down in the nearest chair. Nesa tucked her disheveled brunette hair behind her ear, fixing herself just a bit in her nervousness. “I knew the baby wasn’t Trunks the moment I found out I was pregnant. And when I did find out, I was so scared. I’m nineteen years old; I didn’t want to have a baby. However I wasn’t going to get rid of it. It’s against what I believe. So I told the father of the baby. He cursed me, told me I was whore and it wasn’t his and even if it was he will have nothing to do with me.
“After that I went to my sorority girls. I had thought they were my friends but they just turned the other way. The two that I was closest to told me to get rid of it. After that, I had no one to turn to so I went to Trunks. Mrs. Briefs he was so supportive. He hated it; I could see it in his eyes. But he just held me in his arms and said everything would be all right. I didn’t say it was his. I just told him I was pregnant and he was so loving to me. So I just went with it. There were so many times I was going to tell him, so many times. But then he would just say these things that made this pregnancy seem like a gift instead of the curse it really was.
“And when he asked me to marry him, I thought that was it, He needed to know. But he told me not to answer to wait until he met my parents, until I was sure of my answer for he didn’t want to marry me just because we were having a baby. And then he did meet my parents. And my parents always thought of me as the most perfect being in their lives, always pushing me, never loving me. And when I told them with Trunks next to me, the look on their face. They were so disgusted. Told me immediately to get an abortion, called me a slut told me I would never make a good mom. Then Trunks stood up for me. And I literally fell in love with him all over again. He wasn’t a sixteen-year-old kid. He was a man. A becoming father. He was so mad, he must have went on and on about them on the drive home. And I stupidity told him then that I would marry him. And all of his anger vanished and he just smiled at me. I knew then I could never tell him. Because I wanted to spend my life with him and if he knew, he would have shunned me like everyone else. Mrs. Briefs, you just don’t understand. I had no where else to turn and I just wanted to be with him.”
“That still is no reason to lie to him. Trunks is heartbroken. Twice you’ve done this. And you’ve lied to us. If you knew Trunks at all you would know he would have never allowed you to raise this child, even if it wasn’t his all on your own. That’s the kind of person he is. Yes, it would have hurt him but not like this. While he is away, even if he is too angry, too hurt to do it himself, I will take care of you to the best of my ability because you are still his wife and he will want that.
“Now, I will not spare you from my own hatred toward you. What you did was one of the bitchest, stupidest, meanest thing I have ever seen. But for right now I will put that behind me. You need to get better. You have a child now. You have to grow up. I was your age too when I had Trunks and I know we come from different lifestyles but what I felt is the same as you. Vegeta left me all alone to do this. I had all my friends and family but I only wanted him there, so I understand what you mean when you had no where else to turn. But I, instead of wallowing in my self-pity, cared for my baby. And you will do the same.
“Trunks will come back. And he will come and see you. Do you want him to see you now? As you are? So pathetic? I want you out of this hospital by next week. You will come live at Capsule Corps. And I am going to have a long ass conversion with those parents of yours.” The woman smiled and Bulma couldn’t help but mimic her expression.
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Vegeta violently growled, his fingers getting caught in the annoying wires as he thrashed to get away. The spectators, doctors, that had recently surrounded him, fled to the opposite side of the room, hiding behind desks and counters shaking in fear. However his wife stood not less then three feet from him with her arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. “What now?” She bit.
Vegeta barred his fangs, using his ki now to burn the wires from existence, finally getting his fingers free. He stood from the confines of a chair. “This is idiotic!” He screamed. “I will not be poked and prodded like some lab rat for your experiments!” His hands fisted at his sides, nails digging into his skin to keep from blasting this whole damn place.
“What the hell do you want me to do, Vegeta! I can’t help you unless you let me fucking try!”
“I don’t give a fuck! I have had enough!”
Bulma jumped back watching him fling the iron chair into her computers, smashing all of her work and equipment then stomped out of the dome. Fires from the wires ignited burning motors and all electrical wire but automatic extinguishers quickly turned on. All cringed at the door slam. Bulma sighed heavily, cupping her forehead with her palm and shaking her head to ease her own nerves. That man had no patience for anything!
Hearing her name upon shivering lips, she forced on a reassuring smile glancing up at all of her fellow doctors. “Little testy, no?” She gets weak, half-smiles but the fright was breathing to heavy in their lungs. “Everyone take the rest of the day off. It is a Saturday, go home.” They were thankful and they revealed that but quickly leaving the smoke filled room never once looking back.
Bulma rubbed her fingers upon her eyes. “Why do I even bother?
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Bulma smiled, watching her two children play in the sand from the balcony of her son’s temporary home. She took a sip of her coke, setting herself down in the rocking chair. She had to admit that she liked his place. She thanked Kami profusely for Trunks allowing her to come here. Now she knew were he was and her worries decreased.
Trunks lifted his baby sister in his arms, swinging her giggling form in circles, plopping her on her feet and chasing her back up the short path to the house, catching her right before the steps and laying her across his shoulders. “You guys hungry yet? You’ve been playing for two hours.”
“Actually I was thinking Bra and me would go out to dinner and catch a movie.”
Bulma’s brows flew up in astonishment. “Out?” Trunks laughed but nodded, tickling the recently quiet girl getting the squeals from her tiny mouth. Bulma smiled but nodded, “You want me to shut it down?”
“No, less publicity if we go in like everyone else. What do you think little squirt?” He detained the creature by the wrist holding her arm’s length out letting her hang in the air, laughing.
“Yea!”
He brought her back into his embrace throwing her over his shoulder, tickling her side. “We haven’t gone on a date in awhile. I’m overdue.”
“Okay. No problem. Meet you at the house at six then? Little miss Princess needs to get ready.”
“No problem. Whatever it takes for her to look beautiful. Because it’s so hard.” Bra pounded her fist in his back for his insult.
“I talked to Nesa.”
His smile faltered but the squealing girl in his arms quickly caused laughter. He dropped her to her feet, “Go build me a sandcastle, I’ll be there a bit later.” She nodded and scampered off. Trunks watched her go, his smile fading with each little step she took. He leaned back against the balcony, turning his back on the water to gaze at his mother who watched him intensely. “And?” He sighed, crossing his arms over his naked chest.
“I told her that since she had no where to go, she could live with us.”
“Mom--”
“Trunks, you should have heard her story. I know what she did was wrong but she was up against a brick wall. She needs a little help. She has no one.” Trunks reluctantly nodded turning his head to gaze at his little sister. “She will be getting out of the hospital in a few days. She’s eating healthy, doing the normal exercises; she’s back to breast-feeding again. She has hope now. And I don’t have the heart to take that away from her. Once she’s back on her feet, she’s out of here; we’ll never have to see her again. We can just forget she ever existed.”
He nodded again though barely listening to a word she was saying, “I missed Bra.”
“She missed you. She asked me almost every single day when you were coming back. She’s been a bit lonely without you at the house but going to the daycare is certainly helping. Trunks, I’m going to have a talk with Nesa’s parents.” He snapped his blue eyes to her, “I just thought I’d let you know.”
“Mom, they are very religious type of people. I mean they looked at me and called me the devil. That it was a sin that we weren’t married and the baby would be the devil’s spawn. I mean, I hardly think talking to you will get them to change their mind.”
“I have my ways. But I am going to speak to them. I meet them tomorrow for dinner at the new restaurant that just opened up down the street.”
“Okay. Nesa know?”
“No. I didn’t really know what I plan to do with her parents once I meet them. But I don’t want to upset her.” He nodded in agreement.
“It’s five. Bra should get ready.” Bulma stood going up to her son.
“Hey, I love you.”
He turned to her with a smile, “You keep telling me that.”
“Yeah, I just don’t want you to forget.”
“So since you love me can I take the company car?”
“What’s wrong with your car?”
“I don’t want anything to remind me of Nesa tonight. I just want to be with my sister. Nesa picked out that car.”
“All right. Sure. Which one do you want?”
“Let Bra pick it. I’m not good with decisions.”
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The children gone, Bulma stepped out on the deck with a smile. Tonight alone. How long since they had no worries of their kids? No reason to think about depressing matters. She needed to speak with her husband about his little outburst this morning. She knew what was wrong and now it was time to confront the issue.
She stepped down the woodened steps going across the yard waving to passing workers. She bounded up the three metal stairs stalling on the platform and peaked inside. Bulma gazed into the small round window that allowed her vision inside of the Gr. However it disturbed her immensely finding Vegeta sitting against the far wall facing her all though his eyes were closed, chin resting upon crossed arms that laid over bent knees. For a moment, a child popped before her eyes, smaller, innocent but nevertheless the same sadness that seemed to have encompassed Vegeta lately. She forced herself to blink, finding her tragic lover once again.
Bulma pressed the release button only finding no gravity escaping. She opened the door as silently as possible though knowing he had all ready felt her. Bulma trotted quietly over to him, sitting beside her husband, and mimicking his position however turning her face to gaze at him. His eyes now opened but to stare at the ground. She took in his features, couldn’t help but think how gorgeous he truly was. “What are you thinking about?” She asked in a whisper, waiting no less then five minutes for an answer all the while knowing she wouldn’t receive one.
How long had he sat here, just like this, in the deafening silence? It nerved her that she would never know. She should have come right after he had walked out instead of letting him handle it on his own the past few hours. “I know what the problem is. And I’m sorry. I should pace you. But you have to understand that I’m worried about you.” She saw his eyes move further to the corner of his socket; in his own way of saying he didn’t care. “I want to get this done as quick as possible so I can leave you alone. I know you don’t like all the attention. And I know you don’t like people knowing something is going wrong with you. But sometimes you have to let them know in order for you to get better. That’s what I learned with breast cancer. You know what else?” She paused. “It’s okay to let people know. No one in the world will think you weak because of it. No one. I think you are being unbelievably strong with how well you are dealing with this. But I’ll tell you what. We’ll take a break. No tests for a couple days. You can go away if you want. You can do whatever the hell you want. No doctors’ appointments, no medication to worry about. You can just go and do whatever you want.”
Bulma sighed, moving closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Talk to me. I hate it when you get so silent.” He never moved and it only caused tears to well up in her eyes. “Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong? Talk to me, Vegeta.”
“I am so sick of talking.” He growled, though his position never faltering. His eyes still finding something remotely fascinating on the floor.
“I can understand tha--”
“No you do not.” He bit. “You do not understand.”
“I’m trying too. I can understand if you let me.”
Vegeta lifted himself from the ground, hands clenching to fists while stomping across the room for what reason neither of them knew. To get space? Breathing room? It didn’t matter. He heard his mate stand also but ignored it. He didn’t understand either, how was he to explain it to her? Why does he have to explain at all? “I have become weak.”
Bulma had barely heard the shameful whisper. She secretly wished she hadn’t. She moved closer, “Vegeta, that is not--”
“Do not tell me lies!” He snapped, his voice echoing the dome room. Slowly he turned to look upon her for the first time. His eyes vulnerable, his face, never changing in its emotionless expression. “I have become pathetic. I have changed to the point where I do not recognize myself. Is this what you wanted? Is this what will get you to accept me? Am I now not an embarrassment to you?”
“Vegeta what are you talking about?”
He took a menacing step toward her. “Do not play games, woman. Is this not what you wanted? To change whom I was into who you want me to be? More human? Less of my real nature?.”
“I don’t understand.”
“How could you not? Is it not in front of you? Is it obvious not? Tell me; Am I whom you mated seventeen years ago, Onna? You look at me now and tell me I have not changed into the exact opposite of who I was.”
“Vegeta, people change overtime--”
“Not like this! I am not human, Bulma! When will you stop trying to make me!?”
“I…I have never--”
“Is that not what you are doing? With your drugs? With your medics? Are you not trying to rid me of who I am?”
Bulma‘s resolve slowly returned and she straightened her back, not allowing him to see the pain that he caused so blindly. “No.”
“No? Then what is it that you are doing?”
“I am trying to make you better.”
“Better then what? Better then the man I was?”
“No, Vegeta. Better so you don’t feel any pain.”
“I have lived with my pain. It is not your burden. Do not treat it as such. It is a part of me. And you are destroying it with your pills and your doctors. I explain things I never speak of. I do things I never thought of doing. I allow creatures to know of my defects when never had any one lived to tell about it. I describe my tortures and torments openly when never had I thought of it myself. Do you not see the difference? Is this man before you the one you so called loved? Or is he the apparition of a man that died years ago?”
Bulma swiped her tears from her cheeks, not even realizing had shed one tear. “You have never insulted me worse. I never wanted to change you.” Tears welled up again. “I only wanted to help you.”
“I never asked for your help. And I never will.”
“I am your wife.” In those words her strength and confidence filled back in her stance, pulling her tears away from the rims. “I am supposed to help you when you yourself don’t even realize you need it. But if you think that I am trying to change you into someone different, then you have lied to yourself. I only wanted you. But I knew I could not make you happy. So that is what I am trying to do. Don’t you see my goal? I have given you a family. A meaningful life. And yet that still did not take your pain away. I have poured my love over and over to you but still you turn away. This was my last chance to make you happy, hoping by reliving you of your past sins you would realize that you deserve everything you have and shouldn’t punish yourself any longer. But if this man before me does not think that happiness can actually be a part of his life, then why the hell does he go on? For what purpose do you stay if you do not want joy in your life?” Her tears spilled over her cheeks, Vegeta’s face never faltering in his cold expression. “I am sorry for trying to make you happy, Vegeta. You are a miserable man that is who you are. And if you think I was trying to change you from that man, then you are right. I admit it. I‘m sorry I am horrible mate.” Her footsteps echoed in the nearly empty room, the door slamming shut, leaving Vegeta with the worthlessness that she had caused in her words.