Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Butterfly Kisses ( Chapter 65 )

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

~~~~~~~~~~``` Chapter Butterfly Kisses

There's two things I know for sure.
She was sent here from heaven,
and she’s daddy’s little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,
She talks to Jesus, and I close my eyes.
And I thank God for all the joy in my life,
But most of all...
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Stickin’ little white flowers all up in her hair.
"Walk beside the pony daddy, it’s my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, daddy, but I sure tried."
Oh, with all that I’ve done wrong,
I must have done something right.
To deserve a hug every morning,
and butterfly kisses at night.
Bob Carlisle

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It was lonely without Trunks here to brighten up her day. But somehow Bulma managed it. A week since he had left, and so far, progress with the business in New York was all ready beginning to increase. Bulma had seen her lovely son on television, watching him give a check to a another charity. He became popular pretty damn fast. It was amazing to watch him in action.


From the telephone camera, he had a wonderful apartment over looking the Brooklyn Bridge. Two floors, pool and spa on the roof, two bedrooms, two whole baths, a huge kitchen and living room. Filled to the brink with the new gadgets Bulma herself had created. And it appeared also that all ready he was happier. Drowning himself in everyday work, being around people who hadn’t known of his deceitful wife or past relations with drugs, it made him less stressed.


And that in itself made Bulma all the more happier. Plus with the added bonus of Vegeta and her being on the best of terms, just made everything so much worth living.


Only downfall, was Nesa. She was beyond depressed and even her sorority sisters couldn’t make her feel better. So the young girl and her son came and spent the day with her mostly at the office, learning the ropes of being a personal secretary.


Bra was improving however one step that has not been touched yet was her father. It was hurting her memory loss more ways then one. Vegeta seemed to not give a damn however Bulma saw it sometimes. His pain that is. He may ignore the entire situation with his daughter but on occasion Bulma saw her husband briefly gaze at his little half-breed. Bulma knew he wanted the little one to go to him, to talk to him, to call him daddy again. But Vegeta would never openly admit it, or do anything to change it.


“Bulma.” Nesa rang in. “You want to go for lunch?”


“Yeah, let’s head out.” Bulma exited the room Nesa waiting with Jory. Bulma bent down and picked up the small child, holding him close. “No matter what happened, I still feel like a grandma.” She whispered, touching the side of his cheek. “A really young and beautiful grandma.”


The elevator opened while they were walking toward it, and Bulma had to look back in wonder as to why Nesa stalled. Looking toward the elevator, Bulma saw Nesa’s father standing there. “Daddy?” She whispered.


“Nesa.” He sighed in relief going to her quickly and wrapping her up in a tight hug. Nesa stood still, unmoving as he separated himself from her in sorry. “Nesa, please-”


“Please what?” She bit stepping back gazing with disdain. “Please forgive you for calling me a whore? Please forgive you for disowning me?”


“Honey, I love you.”


“Well, you didn’t love me enough to be there at my wedding. You didn’t love me enough to hold your own grandson for the first time.”


“Don’t think, Nesa, that I never stopped loving you. I hated the things that happened. I hated the things that you did. But I never hated you. You are my only child.”


“A child thrown in the pits of hell.” Nesa went to dash for the exit not knowing if she could keep her tears down in enough time to leave. But a little cry from her baby stalled her. She gazed back to watch her father reach a hand to touch him. Her motherly instincts kicked in and she intercepted the connection. “Don’t you touch him. He’s the spawn of Satan.” Nesa mocked nastily.


“I know you’re angry. I know I hurt you. And I’m sorry. I was wrong. But Nesa I can’t take it anymore. I can’t stand the fact that the only time I ever know of your well-being is in a damn newspaper or on the news. You are my only daughter. Nothing should ever come before that. Not even religion. You were a gift sent to me by God.” His eyes strayed to Bulma who smiled. “And no matter what, I am thankful that I have you. I don’t want to lose you. Please Nesa. We spent so much apart.”


“That wasn’t my choice.” She whispered, rubbing her tears away.


“I thought I was doing what was right. But what I was doing was making it right for the church. I wasn’t doing right by treating you the way I did. And believe me I ask for God’s forgiveness every day.”


“The things you said to me. The way you forced me to choose. How could you?” She moved to take her child in her arms from Bulma. “Look at this, child, daddy. Look at him. This is your grandson. The baby that you wanted to kill. Look at him.” He turned away but Nesa screamed, “Look at him!” He forced his eyes to the child. “You wanted to kill him. You wanted to destroy this beautiful creation. All because you didn’t want the town to talk of your whorish daughter, and her sinful child. Why should I ever let you near him or me? Why? Aren’t you afraid of what the church would say?”


“I don’t care about that anymore, Nesa. I don’t. I miss you and love you so much that it just doesn’t matter anymore. I punished myself for the past year of how I treated you. And now I finally have the will enough to come here and I am not leaving without the love of my daughter. I am not leaving you again, Nesa.”


Her lips trembled and tears fell but she stood strong. “What about mom?”


“Your mother is a difficult woman. You know that. I told her I was coming here. She of course forbade it but I don’t care. She’s probably cursing me to hell with her quilting class.” Nesa smiled with a small laugh but quickly sobered. But he knew he had finally reached his daughter. He touched her cheek, wiping her tears away and she fell quickly in his arms. “Oh Thank you, God.” He whispered holding her. However the baby was now between them not liking his position cried softly. They parted with small laughter. Her father touched his pale white cheeks. “He’s beautiful.” His hand went to his daughter’s cheek. “He’s perfect. He’s you.”



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When was the woman going to be done bathing the small brat? He heard them splashing and giggling and for a moment, it was like before, when her memory was perfect and she was whole. Vegeta closed his eyes to listen to the peaceful sound, wishing to all hell that it was true. He missed his daughter, and wanted her back. Kakarot had tried to ease his troubles reminding him again and again Sayian minds were more superior. And of course these were the same words Vegeta had said to him many times before. But now it was him that needed to be told that Bra would heal. So give it time. The first brilliant thing that Kakarot had ever said.


But what would that idiot know anyway? His brats were both males, that in itself is a totally different story. Girls were much more difficult, Kakarot could never imagine.


Vegeta snapped open his eyes finding the small blue eyes of his daughter standing not five feet away in her pajamas. Her wet hair clung to her pale features, her cheeks so rosy after all that laughter she looked angelic. As she had always appeared. Vegeta sat up, nervous now, and quickly scanning the premises for his mate’s ki. She was downstairs however which made him even more uneasy with the child now in his watch.


Brutal minutes passed before she spoke. “Mommy tells me you’re my daddy.” Numbly, hurtfully, Vegeta nodded not being able to speak. “Well…then how come you don’t talk to me?” His throat closed up on him. “Daddys are suppose to talk to their babies. Grandpa says you’re not very expressive. But I don’t what that means. Do yous not like me?” Her lisp suddenly whispered and Vegeta closed his eyes in his pain.


“That isn’t it child.”


“Oh. Mommy says that we were close. She says that you hurt because I don’t remember. I’m sorry.” Vegeta shook his head. “I will remember. I promise. And then you’ll love me again, right? When I remember?”


Vegeta sighed, “Princess.” He whispered shaking his head. “You’d never ask me that if you knew.”


“I like being called princess. Did you always call me that?” He nodded laying back down not wishing to deal with the child anymore. He suffered enough for one night. But apparently Bra wasn’t finished for she crawled up on the bed and sat by his side, staring down at him waiting for his black eyes to open which they did in moments. Not knowing what else to say, Bra laid down and snuggled herself against him, hugging his side. “I’ll remember, daddy. I’ll remember.” She whispered slowly falling asleep but not without feeling the kiss upon her head and the hand that touched her small back.


Bulma chose this time to walk in gazing upon Vegeta. He looked at her without words and watched her make her way to the bed. She leaned over to reach for the child, but was stopped by Vegeta’s hand. She smiled and nodded shutting off the light and putting silent on the TV. She snuggled herself into bed, pulling the blankets up over all of them. She stared at her husband. “Are you okay?” He nodded once. “I love you.” Vegeta just stared at her watching his mate lean up over the child and he kissed her awaiting lips. “Goodnight.” She kissed Bra’s tiny cheek also and held her too.