Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Tears in a Vile ( Chapter 64 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: StaindGT 
An extra one for you guys. This is the end of part two. But believe me, it's not over just yet. Soon. I promise.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.09.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
An extra one for you guys. This is the end of part two. But believe me, it's not over just yet. Soon. I promise.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.09.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
~~~~~~~`` Chapter Tears in a Vile
Everything has lost its meaning; I had to let it go
To find myself, myself, and start something new, brand new
Forced to look deep in the mirror, face who I really am
Now it's just me, cause I can't afford you
I had to walk away
Give up something I love
For what I loved even more
And save my tears for you
---Megadeth
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Damn him for being so damn smart. Bulma eyed the charts, graphs, and small essays in her hand, reading all the information that Trunks had gained from his short two hour research of the plantation in New York City. He could make so many improvements, and from the looks of it, make it better then the one right here in Tokyo. She sighed, feigning a smile on her tight lips, “You want to go that bad?”
“Yes.”
Bulma sat up in her desk chair, looking briefly down at the manuscripts again. “What about Bra?”
“I’ve already talked about leaving with her, she’s fine with it.”
“Nesa?”
“I’m going to see her before I leave. If I leave.”
“And you’ll try and fix things?”
“To the best of my ability.”
“Can I trust you?”
“Can you?”
Bulma dropped her head on the desk. “Fine. Go.” She tried to ignore his holler of happiness and bitterly smiled when he kissed her cheek, and stubbornly nodded when he repeated ‘thank you’ twenty times before throwing himself from the window probably on his way to Goten’s house.
Bulma sat back, depression hitting her full force now that no one was around. Bra was with her grandparents, Vegeta in the GR. All alone. She allowed her tears to fall for the loss of her son, the gap between her daughter, and now the ignorance of her husband. Last night, sleep had ignored her wishes and she laid awake next to her angry husband all night. Nothing felt worse then Vegeta disregarding her. She promised herself she would never turn him away again for damn did it suck ass.
Wiping her face she left her office, going for the GR. The telephone call she got from Dr. Nine, made her all to aware of her mistake, and now yet again, she had to lower herself to apologize to the big bastard.
Knocking on the GR did nothing for he refused to respond. She pressed the emergency button and walked in, holding her smile while watching him push himself up from the ground. He growled, but turned away from her and crossing his arms. “Vegeta. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have said the things I did. I need to understand that no matter if your planet is gone, your race still lives inside you. I can’t change you, and I don’t want to. But you can’t change me either. Trunks is my baby. But I’m sure you’re happy to know I’m letting him go.” Bulma turned for the door.
“He is my son too, Onna.” Vegeta bit.
She smiled at his meaning. Bulma went in front of him, meeting his eyes. “I know. And I’m sorry for thinking you didn’t care. I was angry you said yes, I didn’t realize how much this effects you too. But you’re right. He is old enough. He’s mature enough. And maybe being out in the world can heal his heart.” She stepped closer. “Can you forgive me?”
“Whatever. Leave me to train.” Bulma smiled and gladly left.
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Trunks entered the capsule house, that sat in the corner of their lot, protected by fifteen feet high wall barrier to protect her. He felt her ki and the baby’s the living room and stepped inside. Trunks stalled, watching her blow a raspberry on the child’s stomach while just fixing up his diaper. “Nesa.” He whispered, hearing her gasp.
She turned finding him, and quickly she took the baby in her arms and went to him. “Trunks…”
His blue eyes went down to the creature. “He got big.”
Nesa snapped out of her comatose state and looked down at the baby with a wide smile, “Yeah, Jory’s a big boy.” She touched the softness of his cheek. “You just missed his first smile.” She whispered happily. Nesa looked up at him. “You want to hold him?” Without waiting for an answer she quickly adjusted the baby to be taken and instantly upon instinct Trunks cautiously took the small boy in his arms.
“Hey, Jory.” He whispered. “You look like your momma.”
“He looks more like his daddy.” What a wrong thing to say. Nesa dropped her head but reached for her child which was directly placed in her arms. “I’m sorry.”
“Who is it?”
“It doesn’t matter. He wants nothing to do with Jory. At least that’s what I got from the last time I talk to him. Which was when I was first pregnant.”
“So he knew?”
She looked up at him with sad, eyes but a little weak smile. “Yeah. I came to you last, Trunks. You were all I had.”
Trunks let his eyes drift to her place, taking a seat on the couch, ignoring the pictures of them together that surrounded the place. “I’m leaving, Nesa.”
“Leaving?”
“I’m going to New York. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
She hurried to his side, “Why are you leaving?”
He looked up at her with a small sad smile, “You know why.”
“Trunks please don’t.”
“It’s all ready decided. I leave tomorrow. The quicker I leave, the quicker I come back.”
Nesa placed the small child in the bassinet, taking his hand in hers, “I need you, Trunks. Please don’t leave me.”
“We already had this conversation, Nesa. It doesn’t matter what you need anymore. It’s what I need now. Let me do this.”
Bowing her head, she nodded. “Okay. Okay. I know you need this, and because I love you, I want you to go.”
He smiled, tucking a piece of her black hair behind her ear, “Thank you.” She smiled and snuggled against his hand. “But, there’s one more thing, I need from you before I go.”
She smiled lightly, “What?”
“Your signature.” He pulled out a wad of papers from his coat pocket and placed it on her lap, holding a pen for her.
Her smile all but faded as she stared at the manuscript. Tears sprung to her eyes, her lips shaking in her anger, “That’s why you came here? To divorce me?” She stood angrily.
“Don’t make this harder, Nesa. I told you we would. This is the only way we can start over.”
“You just wanted to cause me pain, that’s all.”
“Guess I’m trying to even out the scores.”
She shook her head in her rage, “Fine. I’ll sign your damn papers.” She ripped them from the floor and snatched the pen from his hand, roughly putting her signature on them then throwing them at him, “Now, please. Get out.”
Trunks shook his head, folding up the paper and putting it in his pocket. “You think this doesn’t hurt me, Nesa. You think I feel no pain. And that makes you more selfish then before. Do us all a favor, and grow up while I’m gone.” With that he quickly took his leave and slammed the door. The baby’s cries were heard as he walked away.
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“Oh I’m going to miss you, baby.” Bulma hugged her son once more, kissing his cheek. “Remember everything I said last night. If you get into any trouble just flare your ki and your father will be there in seconds.” Trunks slid his eyes to his father who rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Trunks smiled and chuckled, “Yes, mom, I got it.” He slowly detached himself to kneel before his tiny sister, “You be a good girl for mom and dad. I’ll call as soon as I can and arrange you to come and stay with me for awhile.”
“I’m gonna miss you, brother.”
“Brother…” He shook his head sadly. “You never called me brother. But it’s okay.” Trunks lifted her in his arms. “You’ll get your memory back, soon. I just know it. And you’ll be yourself again just like nothing changed.”
“I hope so.” She whimpered.
“Hey. You’re my sister, I’m your brother. That’s the way it will always be. Even if you don’t remember.” He kissed her cheek setting her down on the ground watching her quickly go to Bulma’s leg and snuggled against it. Trunks turned to his father, “Mom, take care of dad okay?” Vegeta growled turning his back on the whole sentimental bullshit.
“If he let’s me. Okay, now go, before I change my mind.” Trunks took hold of his briefcase and climbed the stairs to his private jet turning back to wave. But as he did, his eyes met that of Nesa, standing off in the distance holding Jory in her arms. She lifted his small tiny hand and made him wave back. Trunks smiled and mimicked before turning in his plane.
Everything has lost its meaning; I had to let it go
To find myself, myself, and start something new, brand new
Forced to look deep in the mirror, face who I really am
Now it's just me, cause I can't afford you
I had to walk away
Give up something I love
For what I loved even more
And save my tears for you
---Megadeth
~~~~~~~`````
Damn him for being so damn smart. Bulma eyed the charts, graphs, and small essays in her hand, reading all the information that Trunks had gained from his short two hour research of the plantation in New York City. He could make so many improvements, and from the looks of it, make it better then the one right here in Tokyo. She sighed, feigning a smile on her tight lips, “You want to go that bad?”
“Yes.”
Bulma sat up in her desk chair, looking briefly down at the manuscripts again. “What about Bra?”
“I’ve already talked about leaving with her, she’s fine with it.”
“Nesa?”
“I’m going to see her before I leave. If I leave.”
“And you’ll try and fix things?”
“To the best of my ability.”
“Can I trust you?”
“Can you?”
Bulma dropped her head on the desk. “Fine. Go.” She tried to ignore his holler of happiness and bitterly smiled when he kissed her cheek, and stubbornly nodded when he repeated ‘thank you’ twenty times before throwing himself from the window probably on his way to Goten’s house.
Bulma sat back, depression hitting her full force now that no one was around. Bra was with her grandparents, Vegeta in the GR. All alone. She allowed her tears to fall for the loss of her son, the gap between her daughter, and now the ignorance of her husband. Last night, sleep had ignored her wishes and she laid awake next to her angry husband all night. Nothing felt worse then Vegeta disregarding her. She promised herself she would never turn him away again for damn did it suck ass.
Wiping her face she left her office, going for the GR. The telephone call she got from Dr. Nine, made her all to aware of her mistake, and now yet again, she had to lower herself to apologize to the big bastard.
Knocking on the GR did nothing for he refused to respond. She pressed the emergency button and walked in, holding her smile while watching him push himself up from the ground. He growled, but turned away from her and crossing his arms. “Vegeta. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have said the things I did. I need to understand that no matter if your planet is gone, your race still lives inside you. I can’t change you, and I don’t want to. But you can’t change me either. Trunks is my baby. But I’m sure you’re happy to know I’m letting him go.” Bulma turned for the door.
“He is my son too, Onna.” Vegeta bit.
She smiled at his meaning. Bulma went in front of him, meeting his eyes. “I know. And I’m sorry for thinking you didn’t care. I was angry you said yes, I didn’t realize how much this effects you too. But you’re right. He is old enough. He’s mature enough. And maybe being out in the world can heal his heart.” She stepped closer. “Can you forgive me?”
“Whatever. Leave me to train.” Bulma smiled and gladly left.
~~~~~~`````
Trunks entered the capsule house, that sat in the corner of their lot, protected by fifteen feet high wall barrier to protect her. He felt her ki and the baby’s the living room and stepped inside. Trunks stalled, watching her blow a raspberry on the child’s stomach while just fixing up his diaper. “Nesa.” He whispered, hearing her gasp.
She turned finding him, and quickly she took the baby in her arms and went to him. “Trunks…”
His blue eyes went down to the creature. “He got big.”
Nesa snapped out of her comatose state and looked down at the baby with a wide smile, “Yeah, Jory’s a big boy.” She touched the softness of his cheek. “You just missed his first smile.” She whispered happily. Nesa looked up at him. “You want to hold him?” Without waiting for an answer she quickly adjusted the baby to be taken and instantly upon instinct Trunks cautiously took the small boy in his arms.
“Hey, Jory.” He whispered. “You look like your momma.”
“He looks more like his daddy.” What a wrong thing to say. Nesa dropped her head but reached for her child which was directly placed in her arms. “I’m sorry.”
“Who is it?”
“It doesn’t matter. He wants nothing to do with Jory. At least that’s what I got from the last time I talk to him. Which was when I was first pregnant.”
“So he knew?”
She looked up at him with sad, eyes but a little weak smile. “Yeah. I came to you last, Trunks. You were all I had.”
Trunks let his eyes drift to her place, taking a seat on the couch, ignoring the pictures of them together that surrounded the place. “I’m leaving, Nesa.”
“Leaving?”
“I’m going to New York. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
She hurried to his side, “Why are you leaving?”
He looked up at her with a small sad smile, “You know why.”
“Trunks please don’t.”
“It’s all ready decided. I leave tomorrow. The quicker I leave, the quicker I come back.”
Nesa placed the small child in the bassinet, taking his hand in hers, “I need you, Trunks. Please don’t leave me.”
“We already had this conversation, Nesa. It doesn’t matter what you need anymore. It’s what I need now. Let me do this.”
Bowing her head, she nodded. “Okay. Okay. I know you need this, and because I love you, I want you to go.”
He smiled, tucking a piece of her black hair behind her ear, “Thank you.” She smiled and snuggled against his hand. “But, there’s one more thing, I need from you before I go.”
She smiled lightly, “What?”
“Your signature.” He pulled out a wad of papers from his coat pocket and placed it on her lap, holding a pen for her.
Her smile all but faded as she stared at the manuscript. Tears sprung to her eyes, her lips shaking in her anger, “That’s why you came here? To divorce me?” She stood angrily.
“Don’t make this harder, Nesa. I told you we would. This is the only way we can start over.”
“You just wanted to cause me pain, that’s all.”
“Guess I’m trying to even out the scores.”
She shook her head in her rage, “Fine. I’ll sign your damn papers.” She ripped them from the floor and snatched the pen from his hand, roughly putting her signature on them then throwing them at him, “Now, please. Get out.”
Trunks shook his head, folding up the paper and putting it in his pocket. “You think this doesn’t hurt me, Nesa. You think I feel no pain. And that makes you more selfish then before. Do us all a favor, and grow up while I’m gone.” With that he quickly took his leave and slammed the door. The baby’s cries were heard as he walked away.
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“Oh I’m going to miss you, baby.” Bulma hugged her son once more, kissing his cheek. “Remember everything I said last night. If you get into any trouble just flare your ki and your father will be there in seconds.” Trunks slid his eyes to his father who rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Trunks smiled and chuckled, “Yes, mom, I got it.” He slowly detached himself to kneel before his tiny sister, “You be a good girl for mom and dad. I’ll call as soon as I can and arrange you to come and stay with me for awhile.”
“I’m gonna miss you, brother.”
“Brother…” He shook his head sadly. “You never called me brother. But it’s okay.” Trunks lifted her in his arms. “You’ll get your memory back, soon. I just know it. And you’ll be yourself again just like nothing changed.”
“I hope so.” She whimpered.
“Hey. You’re my sister, I’m your brother. That’s the way it will always be. Even if you don’t remember.” He kissed her cheek setting her down on the ground watching her quickly go to Bulma’s leg and snuggled against it. Trunks turned to his father, “Mom, take care of dad okay?” Vegeta growled turning his back on the whole sentimental bullshit.
“If he let’s me. Okay, now go, before I change my mind.” Trunks took hold of his briefcase and climbed the stairs to his private jet turning back to wave. But as he did, his eyes met that of Nesa, standing off in the distance holding Jory in her arms. She lifted his small tiny hand and made him wave back. Trunks smiled and mimicked before turning in his plane.