Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Disengagement ( Chapter 62 )

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

~~~~``` Chapter Disengagement

There's no future for a son under this burden of grief
No leading to walk aside this tormented ghost
Two crestfallen figures clinging together in fathomless dark
In maelstrom of despair father suppressing the only shine

As the end is slowly looming our paths must now diverge
Pressure slowly easing, shackles unchained, uplifting

Brighter the sun to a forsaken child than to a father in despair
Disencumbered from this grief with the most cruel way
Deserted to be alone, abandoned to be free

Insomnium-

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“I’m sorry.” She whimpered allowing her ’mommy’ to take a look at her hand.


“No sweetie it’s not your fault. And look no cuts, you are fine.” Bulma reassured with a bright smile, “Why don’t we use plastic for now on, okay?” The child nodded sadly and went back in the cupboard for plastic cups that wouldn’t break in her hand. Bulma should have known since every time the little female picked up anything fragile it burst into a million pieces. “Vegeta.” Bulma called to him from the balcony. He turned his head toward her grunting in response. “Why don’t you take Bra out today and teach her to control her ki?” He looked skeptic as he always did when it dealt with their daughter. He hasn’t much less looked at her since the hospital much less talk to her. But it’s been a week and half; he has to get over whatever it is that was wrong with him. Vegeta only looked away from her.


Vegeta felt his wife’s sad eyes upon him but he ignored it. Did she really expect him to be okay with his daughter’s memory loss? She didn’t even know who he was, how was that supposed to be all fine and dandy? It bothered him that she no longer talked like she use too, and she no longer ran to hug him. The child was scare of him, wouldn’t even go near him, don’t even think that she talks to him. But the woman had said that it was his job to initiate the first conversation since she was a child, however that wasn’t how he was.


A week and a half. A week and a half, of having a stranger call herself his daughter. A week and a half of not knowing where his son was or caring for that matter. Trunks was either hiding his ki or far far away, and he better be the latter for the moment that boy gives himself away Vegeta will-- Do nothing. Vegeta sighed tightening his hold around his knees.


Thinking back and being rational; Trunks was to blame, but the boy is more likely punishing himself as we speak. Probably too much then needed. Trunks would never hurt the girl intentionally, and for Vegeta to think that just proves that Vegeta was being too hard on the boy. But how was he suppose to take it? His blood was harmed, and he needed to take out revenge. But Trunks was also his blood, so what else could he have done? He did the best that he could have in handling the situation and still it was wrong.


Bulma was handling this much better. How is she able to forgive something so horrible, in so little amount of time? Now she just wants Trunks to come back. Which will not happen any time soon if he has any thing to say about it. That boy has been getting worse in controlling as the years go on. He’s suppose to be smart. Responsible. Reasonable. Sensible. His life was beginning to be like those damn teenagers on the entertainment box.


Lying in bed at night, apart from each other, both deprieved of needed sleep and comfort, Bulma explained to him without really talking to him, about what had actually happened. The computer in the car had malfunctioned, leaving Trunks with a manual car. He was trying to fix it as they crossed an intersection. The driver of the other vehicle ran through a stop light. The power of the computer stole Trunks attention so he could feel no up-coming threat and neither could the mainframe tell him of an on-coming vehicle. So there was no real reason to blame the boy.


“Breakfast’s ready.” Bulma chimed and Vegeta had almost ignored her except the desperate growl in his stomach told him he needed to eat. Reluctantly, he obeyed and went with the rest of his family to the table.


It was silent and Bulma had tried to start a conversation about her business, which was being run by Bulma’s second in command, who that was Vegeta had no idea nor did he cared. He didn’t pay attention until the tiny voice of his daughter sounded, “I want to meet Trunks.” Vegeta’s eyes snapped to the girl surprised that she had anything at all to say. But her big blue eyes stayed glued to her food that she played with.


Bulma’s eyes went to his and all Vegeta did was turn his attention back to his food. “Vegeta--”


“No.” He bit back.


“Vegeta, it might be good for her.”


His eyes never rose, wanting to fight his battle without the eyes of blue making him feel like a bad father. “Good for her? He’s the one that did this.”


“Accidents happen-”


“Because of carelessness.”


“But it wasn’t on purpose. Vegeta, she has to get her memory back. Do you understand that? You’re daughter doesn’t know who she is. Don’t you want her back?”


“You think so little of me.“ He growled violently glaring at her, “He is the reason for this. I will not have this conversation again.”


“I don’t give a ratass! I’m taking her to see her brother. Trunks is still your son so you have got to deal with this sooner or later.”


“Do not tell me to deal with anything! He caused this! He will not be in this house if I have any say.”


“Vegeta you’re scaring her.” His black eyes went to his confused little girl quivering in her small chair, hugging her pink fish.


Vegeta sighed out through his nose getting up from his seat. Throwing his chair back, Vegeta made for the exit stalling only for a moment, “Not in this house.” He shot off ignoring his daughter’s whimpers and Bulma’s soft reassuring words.

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“Thanks Chi-Chi.”


“Not a problem Bulma. I mean I don’t know if he’ll come out, but maybe Goten can talk to him.”


“He seems to be a bit busy.” Bulma smiled from her spot on the patio watching Goten play with an actually laughing Bra. He whipped her up in the air, swinging her over his back, catching her by the legs and letting her swing upside down, Bra giggling and smiling the whole time. “Their friendship didn’t take much time getting back to normal, maybe Trunks and her will be fine.”


“He’s pretty torn up. I highly doubt it.”


Bulma stood, “I’m going to go talk to him.” With that she stalked off heading straight for the bedroom he occupied and walked right in without knocking. Bulma stalled upon her entering finding her son curled up on a recliner chair facing the window. The room was a wreak, clothes scattered about, bed in disarray and Trunks’ hair was out of whack. She didn’t even have to ask if he had slept at all. Bulma slowly stepped in, picking up clothes, “You think just because,” She stalled for he suddenly turned surprised, “you’re not home, means you don’t have to clean up after yourself.” She dropped the pile of dirty fabrics in the laundry bin, looking up at him for the first time. Her sarcastic features and simple smile was swept away by his pale, and black holes that were his eyes. “Trunks.” She whispered quickly going to him, touching his forehead, tucking his sweaty hair behind his ear, “Oh my goodness, you have fever, what’s wrong with you?”


“Are you really here?” He whispered, choking on his dry throat.


“Yes baby. I’m here.” Bulma brought his head to her, hugging him tightly, wiping the sweat from his brow and neck. “Trunks what’s wrong? You’re never sick, why are you sick?”


He buried himself in to her chest, crying softly, wrapping his arms around her. “I can’t believe you’re here. Momma I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt Bra. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I love Bra. I love her. Please I’m sorry, please forgive.”


“Yes, honey. I forgive you. I know it wasn’t your fault. I know. Oh, don’t cry.” Bulma panicked at his shaking and sobbing body sinking to the floor where he quickly followed, holding her tight to the point of pain. “Trunks, honey speak to me, you know what’s wrong. You have to know.”


“Bulma.” She snapped her head to see Goku smiling softly, reassuringly. “He hasn’t eaten in seven days. We tried but he wouldn’t.”


Bulma looked down at him, hating the fact that his cheeks were hallowed in. She brushed his lavender hair to the side, “Is it true, Trunks? Have you not eaten?” The boy shook his head, “Oh honey, why did you do that? You know what happens. Goku. Could you please get Chi-Chi to make him…a lot of meat and ummm…what else do Sayians need? Shit…Oh, and a lot of fish. I need it ready like now.” He nodded and quickly left. Bulma rocked her old child, “We’re going to get you feeling better. And after you eat, and after a shower and a nap. Bra wants to see you.”


He looked up at her suddenly, frightened, “She remembers me?”


Bulma sadly shook her head, “No, honey. But she saw your picture. She wants to meet you. And I’m sure once you start playing with her like you use too, her memory will come flying back.” She wiped the tears from her son’s pale cheeks. He smiled weakly and nodded.

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So this was odd. Trunks bit his lip, wrung his hands and toed his foot while fidgeting in his chair. His five year old sister stood just ten feet away in the very same predicament. They were alone and out on the patio and had not said one word for the past three minutes. He refused to look at her, refused to meet her inquisitive eyes, keeping his shame down to the floor.


“Why is there black around your eyes?” She questioned not taking any step further. “You don’t look good. Are you sick?” Trunks chuckled shaking his head, wiping his tears before she could see. “Oh.” She took a step. “…I’m Bra. Guess you know that huh?” He nodded. “Don’t you talk?”


Trunks laughed lightly again, “Yeah.”


“Did we play a lot?”


Whispering, “Yes.”


“So you like me?”


His eyes closed and he turned away, “I love you.”


“Oh.” She pulled back but Trunks didn’t see it. “Did I love you?”


Bra’s eyes widened when she heard his tear strung voice, “Yes.”


She took a step toward him. “Do I make you sad?” She asked apologetically. “Is that why you can’t look at me? Did I do something? I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset. Please don’t cry.” He stood suddenly and quickly came to her, dropping to his knees and grabbing her arms so she couldn’t back away in her fear.


“I’m sorry, Bra. I’m sorry. I should have protected you. It was my fault you got hurt. You were with me and I should have protected you.”


“Is that why you cry?” She whispered, her own tears falling from her face. “It was a accident. That’s what mommy said. It wasn’t your fault.”


“But it was. I could have protected you. I’m your brother, I’m your protector.” He wrapped his arms around her; burying his head into her soft hair feeling her small arms embrace him.


“Don’t cry, brother. I don’t want you to cry. It’s okay, I forgive you. If I do love you then it shouldn’t matter what happened. I’d forgive you anyway. Mommy said love always forgives.” She felt him nod and smiled. “You’re my brother, I’m your sister. That’s the way it will always be.” He suddenly pulled away from her, gazing upon her with wide eyes. She instantly mimicked wondering if she should be surprised too. “What?”


“Those words. Every time.” He sniffed and smiled; wiping his tears away, “Every time we went out on dates, I’d always say that to you. As our toast. Do you remember” She shook her head. He smiled reassuringly however, wiping her tears from her face. “You will, squirt. Eventually.”

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She didn’t care if he didn’t want to talk. She didn’t care if he wanted to be alone. Frankly she just didn’t care what he wanted at all. She was so sick and tired of all of his privacy, and all of his alone time, and self-pity that she actually wanted to beat the shit out of him to get him back on his feet.


Don’t get Bulma wrong. She understood her husband was having a hard time with Bra’s memory loss but this was getting ridiculous. Bulma stood in front of his large bed, which he occupied, seemingly asleep, and making out all of the cuts and welts that adorned his naked body, he had fallen unconscious. But one thing she realized about Sayians, that they were always on their guard. He knew she was there, and he just chose to ignore it.


“You are a coward.” His muscles flinched but that was all the response she received. “If Bra knew how badly you were treating her, she would hit you square in the nose. And frankly, you‘d deserve it.”


“But she doesn’t so this one sided conversation is meaningless.” He didn’t move from his comfortable position, caring nil for the fact that it made his mate all the angrier. He was tired couldn’t she see that? He wanted to be alone.


“You scared her today. And you scared me. You have lost control of your temper more and more, and I am tired of it. If you a have problem, Vegeta, then deal with it, but do not make us to blame. You are making this harder then it needs to be.”


Vegeta growled violently as he rose to sit up grabbing his spandex shorts from the floor and roughly pulling them on. “I’m making it harder? How can it be any harder?” He went to her, watching the woman shirk back as if he were going to attack her but her features showed none of her fear. “She looks at me and thinks I am stranger. She is afraid of me. And will not even talk to me.”


“Because you make it impossible. You don’t have to be a child to be afraid of that face you give her. She is afraid because she doesn’t want to be snapped at.”


“I am her father, she shouldn’t--”


“Then act like it.”


Vegeta barred his teeth, “I never needed to before.”


“Well change. Simple as that.” He shook his head and turned away but Bulma would not let him get from her. “You don’t have to talk her but sit with her. Tuck her into bed. Do the normal stuff you did with her. She’ll eventually warm up to you. But you are the one that keeps pushing her away.” Bulma came up behind him, running her hands down his back to embrace his waist, leaning her head against his shoulder. “You are the one that keeps pushing me away.” She whispered. “Vegeta, I want you to start up again with Dr. Nine. Maybe he can get you through this since you won’t let me. You’re losing your temper way too quick all the time. I mean you snapped at me yesterday for having too many clothes. I never thought something as stupid as that would cause you to turn away from me. I know this whole thing with Bra isn’t the best situation but I mean that doesn’t mean we can’t comfort each other. For the past week you’ve denied to even pay the slightest attention to me. And I don’t understand. Are you having flashbacks? Are you having nightmares? Is that what the problems is?” He took a deep breath, and Bulma loosed her hold so he could turn to face her. His arms still down at his side but at least he looked at her. She smiled reassuringly.


“My flashbacks have stopped. Only a few occur when I train. But not as bad.”


“That’s wonderful.”


“But, there is the pain still in my head. And I.” He stopped and swallowed, his mate’s brows knitting in her confusion. “I. My anger escalates with the pain. I did not know I yelled.”


“Meaning? You don’t remember about the clothes fight?”


“No. I do. But I didn‘t know I had actually done it. I thought it was a false memory.”


“So you blackout? But you remember everything afterwards?” He nodded. “Is the pain that bad?” Vegeta nodded again and pulled from her grasp going back over to the bed to sit upon it. She followed and climbed up beside him. “Do you think it’s because of Bra, or that piece of scrape metal in your head?” She watched his body sigh out and fall back on the bed. Bulma gently stroked his arm trying to figure out what distressed him so.


“It’s a programming device.”


“What is?”


“The chip in the back of my skull.” He ignored her gasp. “I had forgotten about it. After so many years. It was used to download all the information of inhabitants on the planet and ways to defeat them, directly to the brain in a matter of seconds. The scoter that we used was sort of the same thing but the chip held more information and was used as a tracker device. So Frieza’s army could never run.”


“But if you’ve had it all this time, how come it just started hurting now?”


“Two things can be the reason. One: it is old and is malfunctioning. Or two: It was programmed to cause pain after a certain amount of time as to get a newer one installed.”


“So we have to take it out.”


He chuckled shaking his head, looking over at his confused little mate. “Woman, if it were that easy do you not think we would have done so?”


“What do you mean?”


“Come on, woman, you can figure that out.” He sat up running his hands through his hair. “There is of course a trigger. If not taken out properly, it will blow up. And everything around it.” Her hand flew to her mouth and Vegeta looked at her with a smile smirk, “Do not look so afraid, woman, I have no intentions of taking it out.”


“But Vegeta, you’re in pain.”


“Compared to being dead, it’s not that bad.”


“How can you joke about something like this?”


“Joke? Me?” Vegeta gripped her hand from her mouth bringing it to his lips and kissing her knuckles softly. “Woman, I can handle it.” Her fingers unfurled and touched across his lips, Vegeta couldn’t help but kiss the tips however he pushed her hand away much to her surprise. “I suggest you leave.” He laid down on the bed with his back to her but her palms roam up his arm till her front body was pressed against him. “Woman.”


“Why do you deny me?”


“Is that not what you wanted?” He didn’t turn to look at her, his eye staring straight ahead of him at the wall, knowing if he turned around he would ravage her.


“What are you talking about?”


His cheeks tightened and Bulma saw this thinking only for a moment he was going to snap at her. “Before Bra, you refused because of the lost brat. Taking advantage of you, would have been too easy.”


“Taking advantage?” Bulma leaned down and kissed his shoulder, smiling against his warm skin. “You can’t take advantage of your wife Vegeta. I can understand however how you would think that, and I love you all the more for it. I was skeptic about making love, but Bra’s accident made me well aware of the children that I do have and do love very much. So the pain has past.” Vegeta allowed her to push him on his back, and watched her straddle his waist. His breath and heart increased drastically, his body reacting instantly to her. He hasn’t touched her in over a month and a half; he was literally killing inside at the smell of her. Bulma just smiled and leaned down to capture his lips which he grasped desperately quickly rolling her over and covering her body tightly with his.