Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Everybody Hurts ( Chapter 60 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

~~``` Chapter-- Everybody Hurts

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.
Sometimes everything is wrong.
REM

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“Daddy, up!” Bra tucked roughly on her father’s hand. “Daddy, hold me!” She whined pleadingly.


Vegeta glanced over at his wife who smiled meeting his glare. “Sorry Vegeta but if you’re going to spoil her you have to deal with all her wants.” He growled low in his throat looking down at his daughter’s big beautiful pleading eyes.


“Daddy, hold me! UP!” Bra pounded her foot, a small tremor vibrated the clothing store people gasping out, holding tight to their children and lovers. Vegeta instantly but with slight anger, grabbed his child’s arm and lifted her up holding her with his arm under her tush. She hugged his neck, kissing his cheek, “Thank you, daddy.” Vegeta’s eyes discretely scrutinized the humans that strolled around looking at clothes. He cursed the woman for doing this to him. Why couldn’t she just shop for his clothes without him? No, she had to be difficult. No clothes unless he goes too. And damn it he needed clothes so here he was, stuck with his bitch of a woman and annoying princess.


Vegeta felt her ki lower as she took a nap in his arms. He rolled his eyes, shifting his arm to keep her comfortable against his side. “Damn woman.” He mumbled meeting his mate’s eyes.


She smiled sweetly walking up to him touching Bra’s cheek with her fingertips before leaning up to catch his lips but he refused to respond. She giggled. “But you’re getting so much attention.” His eyes strayed again finding the female’s in the department gazing at him with sweet smiles and whispering with their ‘girlfriends’. Vegeta sneered.


Half an hour of following her throughout stores, Bra finally decided she wanted down and quickly went to find toys to play with. Vegeta leaned against a wall with his arms folded watching the woman pick up clothes and show them to him. He shook his head in distaste. She tried so hard to add color to his wardrobe, and she always disappointed when he stayed with his demonic coloring. Human clothes were so weird. With Sayian all that had to be done was measurement. And in less then a few hours uniforms were folded in his drawls. Now it was decided upon color, texture, style, sleeves, shorts, pants, sleeveless, ect. It was so confusing and stupid. Bulma held up shorts that traveled down to her shins, needless to say that would be the place they would end up on him also. It would be the first time wearing this type of clothing. He nodded just to see her smile in delight and packed the rolling cart box with them.


Her eyes suddenly roamed, “Where’s Bra?” Vegeta felt her ki and strutted over to it, Bulma behind him.


And what he saw made him shudder. He reappeared in front of his daughter, slapping the hand that had recently touched her hair away. The woman’s eyes snapped up and her smile vanished quickly. “Vegeta. How nice to see you.” She bit.


“Can never say the same.” Bulma responded coming up from behind. Her blue eyes looked around with humor, “You work here?”


Epeon glared, “It’s the only job I can get. You ruined my life.”


“As mine.”


“I’m sure. You with your millions. I on the other hand have no way to support myself. You are bitch out for yourself. Living on daddy’s money. You probably never suffered a day in your life.”


“Just because I never lived in a shack does not mean I haven’t suffered. You have no idea.”


“Oh I’m sure it was just so horrible with all the money and love and attention you get from everyone. How I pity you.”


“I don’t want your pity but evidently you want mine. But I know you don’t deserve it.”


“I’ve struggled all my life, and you selfishly destroyed what I had built up.”


“Maybe if you make a public apology, you might be able to find yourself a better job.”


“Apology for what? For your husband? He wanted it.” Vegeta chuckled, shaking his head. “But I don’t care about him anymore. He was just a passing. A connivance to fuck you up.” Vegeta growled at the word ‘convenience.’ He was for no one to use. “I however have thought of a better plan to ruin you, just as you have ruined me.” Epeon climbed up on the counter, “Everybody, attention, please!” Everyone in the store grew quiet. “Bulma Briefs’ husband, Vegeta, is a alien!” Startled mummer was whispered. “An Alien known as a Sayian! He was responsible for the deaths of so many twenty years ago! Him and his brat children are also aliens meant for one thing! To Destroy the lives that are weak! Like us! He is dangerous--”


“That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard!” Bulma laughed leaning over to pound her thigh in her tearing hilarity. “She’s crazy!” She managed to choke through. And instantly everyone in the stored laughed along with her.


Outraged, Epeon jumped from the desk and attacked Bulma, throwing her to the ground with her body. “You stupid bitch!” Epeon screamed, gripping the blue hair of her enemy. “You ruined my life!” Bulma having enough, shoved her leg up under her and flipped her over onto her back.


Bulma stood glaring down at the female trying to catch her breath. “If you want to fight me then do it. You deserve all the pain for trying to destroy my family.”


Epeon stood, throwing her brown hair behind her. “You’re family is all ready screwed up. I wasn’t destroying much.”


“Mama.” Whimpered Bra who wrapped her arms around her father’s huge thigh.


“It’s okay, baby. Mama’s going to be alright.”


“Don’t count on it.” Epeon lunged throwing her fist out but it was blocked and she was flung back with a fist in her own face. She recovered quickly slamming her foot into Bulma’s stomach. Vegeta flinched to interfere but stayed at bay knowing this was the woman’s fight. Bulma toughened and returned injury with a swift kick to her head that landed the other woman on the floor, blood pouring from her nose.


Bulma leaned down over her, “Stop this now and I might go easy on you.”


Hissing in her hatred, Epeon quickly got up, swinging her arms only to miss each time. Bulma ducked one last time and landed an uppercut under her chin, watching her fall back into the arms of security. With blood dripping from her broken nose and mouth, eyes filled with rage and hair disheveled she yelled out, “I will get you Bulma! I will get my revenge!”


Bulma smiled, tucking her blue hair behind her ear and resting her hand on her hip. “Doubt it.” Bulma turned back to her husband who gawked at her. She stepped to him and kissed his un-responsive lips. “That impressed?” She grinned picking up her daughter.


“You were wonderful, mama.” She squealed, kissing her mom’s cheek.


“Woman…” Vegeta choked out. “Where did you learn to fight like that?”


“Come on Vegeta. My husband, son, best friend, and ex-boyfriend were all warriors. I’ve watched my share of matches and didn’t ever go away empty handed. Come on; let’s get out of here. How bout some ice cream?”


“Yeah!” Bra instantly chimed. Vegeta couldn’t deny but he was more then not out of it for the rest of the day.

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Vegeta growled, staring at the tiled wall, water splashing down upon him. His shower wasn’t doing anything for him as it normally would. He didn’t want to train. He didn’t want to do anything but be with his mate. Watching her this morning, moving with so much confidence and grace, so Sayian-like she had been, if he hadn’t had to deal with control over the years, he would have taken her in that store no matter her protests.


He hasn’t had the pleasantry of her flesh in so long. Why was she torturing him so? Glancing sexily at him, winking in her seduction, swaying her wide hips, was she trying to make him suffer? And last night was all on account of her doing. She had played him. And yet Vegeta knew that it was he that the blame was placed. He is only a man. And a Sayian man at that. His sexual needs are fifty thousand times more then the average human male. But still no excuse for his behavior.


Should he sleep in the same bed with her tonight? Would all be well? Would he be able to contain himself? If he couldn’t have her, he needed to be with her. His body pained for her.


Finally Vegeta exited his shower and dressed quickly finding his mate lying in bed with her back to him, feigning sleep. So she didn’t want to face what had happened? That’s a first. Hesitantly, he laid down, throwing a sheet over him, staring up at the dark ceiling. His body shook with his desire for her and out of spite he took a deep breath, feeling himself instantly react. Damn him for having a fucking weakness.


“I’m trying, Vegeta.” Her voice sounded the silent air. “I’m just scared.” He didn’t respond. “It hurts me too. Give me a few days. I know it’s been a long time but please just give me a few days.”


Not caring to hear anymore, Vegeta rose and changed quickly leaving to his other room to seek his privacy. He tried to ignore her whimpers as he laid in bed and no matter how tired he was, sleep was not present for him.