Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ If You Were to Wake Up ( Chapter 61 )

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~```` Chapter-- If You Were to Wake Up


If you were to wake up
And I were beside you
Would you gently smile dear
And whisper my name
And would you remember
The way that I held you
And would you want me
To hold you again

Time reaches to you
Just like a willow
That bends to the water
And clings to the shore
And there was a time dear
That once you did love me
And there was a time
You loved me no more
Lovett Lyle


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It had been when her ki had dropped too drastically for Vegeta to ignore when he realized his own brats’ kis would have been undetectable were he not their sires. His heart had panicked, he remembered distinctly, and his paternal instincts told him his children were in danger. But how could this be? Trunks had Bra in his protection while they were out on the town somewhere. He would never let anything befall upon the little child. At least he had thought.


Now, Vegeta knew better.


She lay on a white bed too big for her tiny size. Pale and unconscious. Bruises adorned her skin, cleaned scratches that had yet to heal decorated hideously her once perfect complexion. So angelic she was, so tiny and innocent. If it weren’t for the constant beeping of the monitor that watched her tiny little heart, he would have believed that the gods had all ready taken his little cherub to Heaven.


How did this happen? That was quite simple. Trunks had cried pathetically, while trying to defend himself, telling the story of all that had happened. He was Sayian, he had kept repeating. He was Sayian and he only had a little to drink. It wasn’t his fault, the words left his mouth in desperation, and ‘the car had come out of nowhere and slammed into the passenger side‘. But it wasn’t his fault. ‘Why wasn’t she all right?’ He had cried to the paramedics. ‘Why wasn’t she wakening?’


Vegeta fisted his fingers, his nails digging into his palm as he remembered such. He had watched his mate pound her fists into her son’s chest, crying hysterically on how he could be so irresponsibly. She screamed that she was his little sister. He was supposed ‘to look out for her and protect her,’ she had yelled brutally through her sobs. And if it weren’t for Kakarot who took the numb child from the room of them both, Vegeta would have struck his own son with all intention of hurting him.


Bulma sat there now, next to the bed, holding the hand that was smaller then his own palm. Her tears long ago since emptied and now she sat still and comatose to all that was around her except that distant beeping.


It had only been two hours ago since the call so no improvement had yet been made. Vegeta however after touching her small little forehead, and kissing the scratch on her brow, he knew in an instant that she would heal quickly. He had whispered into her ear, telling her he was there and he felt her ki spike just for a moment. Upon his own inspection of her and the tales of the accident, any human would have died painfully, but he taught his child well. She had only moments upon seeing or sensing the car coming, and had powered her ki but it wasn’t quite enough hence the reason for her coma and the damages done. Though no broken bones, luckily for his son.


And that was another story. Trunks, as drunk as he was, only got a few bruises. Vegeta made sure to rectify that later. Drinking! He was seventeen! Now, Vegeta may be foreign but he knew humans weren’t legal for such a thing till some age in their twenties! The boy hadn’t even drank at his own bachelor party when Bulma had permitted it. Now he goes out to places with his sister and gets drunk? Something was definitely wrong with that.


The door opened and in peaked Nesa, smiling softly, “How is she?” She shut the door and came to stand beside the little angel and kiss her small head.


The woman made no move to speak so with obligation, Vegeta answered, “She will be fine.”


She looked up at him as if seeing him for the first time in his dark corner leaning against the wall with crossed arms. “I’m more then positive she will be. I brought her this.” She tucked the stuffed pink fish at her side. “She loves that thing.” Vegeta knew such but he didn’t speak. She walked over to him, her eyes straying to Bulma a few times.


“The woman is in shock. She will get over it.”


Nesa nodded, understanding but she quickly brought her eyes to him, “Have you seen Trunks?”


He barred his fang and watched her instantly shrink back. She has yet to get used to him. “Do not speak that name to me. And you better hope I do not see him.”


“O-Okay.” She stumbled and stepped back before nearly running from the room. He didn’t care if he scared her. It wasn’t his intention and she will get over it soon enough.


Vegeta’s eyes flashed to his young one and he quickly pushed himself from the wall to be by her side, “What is it?” Bulma asked alerted by his movements, leaning up to the bed.


“Her ki. She’s waking.”


Upon his words, her heart rate increased. Bulma stood to be closer to her, the little head rolling to the side groaning childishly. “Bra honey, you got wake up now.” She whispered softly, holding the soft tiny fingers in her hands. “Mommy and Daddy are here baby, we need you to open your eyes.” The child whimpered in her distress but Vegeta instead of leaning to comfort her, pulled back violently. Bulma touched her soft cheek. “Wake honey.” Her tiny lids fluttered and soon the blue skies landed upon the tearing woman, “Hi.” Bulma smiled in her sob but it instantly dropped when finding the water spilling from the little orbs, “Oh, baby you’re fine. Shh. No crying.” Bulma wiped the drops away but the tears kept falling.


“Woman.”


“What, Vegeta?” Oblivious to his shaking voice, Bulma replied without taking her eyes from her scared child.


“Bulma.” Her eyes reluctantly went to his. “She doesn’t remember.” He swallowed hard obviously in shock.


“The accident? No I hope not.” Bulma smiled reassuringly down at her baby once again, wiping the fresh tears away.


“No, woman. She doesn’t remember anything.” He looked down upon his child, her eyes going to his in her fear and confusion but it only made her lip tremble when she didn’t recognize him either.


Bulma glanced at him as if he were stupid, “What are you talking about, Vegeta? Of course she remembers us. Don’t you honey? You know who we are right?” The little girl shook her head, her chocked sobs coming brutally. Bulma’s brows knit and for an instant she looked to Vegeta for an answer.


“Her mind. It is cut from me. I cannot feel her. At all.” All of his strength seemingly taken from him by this devastating blow, he fell against the wall and slid to the floor. All he remembered was his woman’s yelling voice telling him he was wrong and then the doctors, telling them to fix her. But after that Vegeta’s mind refused to hear anymore. His child lost her memory. Her five-year-old memory.


Vegeta’s eyes snapped up. His fists tight cutting into his palms with his brutal strength. If one doctor or nurse had taken the time to notice him they would have seen that his once black eyes had transformed to the teal of a raging sea. Vegeta phased out suddenly and appear before Trunks, who didn’t seem to notice while curled up in a chair But when those Sayian eyes turned to his prince, the child’s composure faltered drastically but it was too late to stop Vegeta’s powerful hand from gripping his son shirt and lifting him from the chair. Without caring for the humans that surrounded, the Prince chucked the helpless and scared child to the other side of the room, watching him slam through the wall. Before Trunks could cough the blood from his lungs and rise himself to his knees, Vegeta once again had him in his grip holding him off his feet in the air. “Your sibling is awake.” Vegeta spat. “And she knows nothing!” Vegeta threw him again to keep from hitting him knowing if he did, he would not have the power to stop himself. This time however, Goten caught the older child and righted him, glaring teal eyes at the adversary that would hurt his best friend once again. He knew he was nothing against Vegeta but he would be damned if he stood back and watched again as his nearly brother get beaten almost to death. Vegeta growled barring his teeth, “Get him out of my sight. And if you come near Bra. I will hold nothing back, boy.” Just as fast as he had come, he vanished from everyone’s sight.

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Two days and forty tests later, and nothing had changed except the scenery. Bra now was home, or what was told to be her home. Nothing was remembered not even the fish that she held in her death grip while being taken on tour around the huge building by the blue-haired woman who has been so sweet and loving and calling herself mommy. Yet no matter how the woman smiled and shared her patience, nothing could hide the glistening of her eyes at certain moments of the day. Bra wasn’t oblivious to them, but yet she knew nothing of what to do or how to make it better.


Bra’s blue eyes shifted to the strange man that was tough, scary, and was many times referred to as her daddy. It hurt her that he never said one word to her, for something told her, that he wanted too. She didn’t however have the nerve to say anything to him first.


Her eyes scanned the huge room that was told to hers, and it was lavished with toys, and dolls, all nicely set up in certain orders around the shelves, and her big purple bed, laid out with big yellow flowers embroidered into them. The room was so big, how could it not scare such a small child. Bra hugged her fish ever the more tightly, sticking her thumb into her mouth.


Curiosity though proved stronger then her fear and she left the side of the stranger and journeyed to the bed, touching things with her small hand before finding a small frame that sat on her nightstand. She picked it up to show the female, “Who’s that?” She questioned for the man had his arms wrapped around her with a huge grin.


The eyes glistened again, and Bra was instantly sorry she asked. She allowed the woman to pick her up and set her down in her lap on the bed. Taking hold of the picture now, “That’s your brother. Trunks.”


“Where is he?” She questioned and the sadness was not unnoticeable to this little clueless child.


“He went away for awhile.”


“Why hasn’t he come and see me yet? Doesn‘t he like me?”


“Oh, yes baby, he loves you so much. But, honey, your daddy and I are very mad at him. And we don’t want him to see you.”


“Why? What he do?”


“Something awful. But it’s not for you to worry about. Are you tired? You want to take a nap?” The child nodded against her and Bulma lifted her up and placed her gently on the bed, taking her shoes off and rolling the comforter over her small form. Bra let the woman kiss her, and watched her leave, shutting the door behind her but her eyes refused to shut while she stared around her new surroundings not at all tired enough for her to nap.