Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Through The Skin ( Chapter 68 )
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By: StaindGT 
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.08.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
Hope you like the turn of events.
Gald my chapters made you guys so excited. I loved your reviews.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.08.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
~~~~~````` Chapter Through the Skin.
Days will come that make no sense
My present situation makes me think too much, too much
It all revolves around you
This life that I'm living means nothing without you
Adema
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Trunks stared at his hand, blood poured from the hole that had ripped through his skin, nerves, and bones by the Katchin metal. It had gone straight through…straight through…
He turned his blue eyes. His mom had moved from behind the protection of Vegeta, going toward Jory. Trunks wasn’t quick enough to move his whole body so he had just enough time to move his hand. But all he witnessed was the alien metal going straight through his Sayian skin.
His sight landed on his parents. Vegeta, the fastest of them all, had flown back, knocking Bulma aside while taking the fatal blow in the left chest. The heart.
“Awe, pity I missed.” Trunks snapped his head toward the human, his eyes flashed to teal. Her stance dropped in her fright but no matter if she had planned to run when she saw his bloody hand lift to point directly at her, it was hopeless. Now her ashes blew in the wind.
“Vegeta!” His mother’s hysterical voice rang the air sending chills along his cold spine. He turned to them. The most powerful creature Trunks had ever known laid on the ground, surrounded by his blood, heaving for air, coughing the red liquid on his lips. He stepped slowly toward them, falling to his knees at his father’s side. “Vegeta, please be all right.” His mother whimpered in a pain Trunks never had the displeasure of hearing before. Her tears dripped fast along her cheeks, her blue eyes now so dark while she pleaded with her husband. Her head suddenly snapped up, “Trunks, please do something.” It was a worthless case, Bulma knowing sensibly that the boy could do nothing. But it just went to prove how desperate she was.
Trunks gazed upon his father’s tightly closed eyes, as he tried to rid the pain that was slowly causing his breathing to increase and his ki to decrease. He was dying. Fear struck him and when a Sayian is faced with fear they act. Trunks bloody hand rose to set upon the bleeding hole in his father’s chest. With concentration, gold power vibrated around his fingers and it flowed through him into the man’s body.
Vegeta’s black eyes weakly struggled open to land upon him. Trunks smiled, tears forming in his eyes. “Vegeta.” Bulma whispered through her sad smile, the his eyes went to his mate’s. “You’re going to be fine.” Her lips trembled as she tried to keep a straight face. She couldn’t let him know that he might now survive. “Nesa just ran to get the medics and they’ll be here and take good care of you. But you got to stay strong for me okay?”
Taking in a deep shaky breath, “I am…no child… woman.”
She laughed through her sob, leaning down to kiss his unresponsive, bloody lips, “Jackass.”
“Bitch.” The sirens sounded and relief washed over Bulma as she kissed him again.
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Vegeta watched his son from afar. So quiet the child had been since he returned from surgery. He thought nothing of it but now, his aroa depressed to the point where it was hard for him to breath. And it was all ready hard enough with the breathing issue with this tube that was stuck down his throat, keeping him so called alive.
So the bullet had pierced the top part of his heart, ripping arteries. It didn’t really sound all that bad. And besides he was Sayian, he lived for danger.
They all thought he was asleep, did they not know that those stupid human drugs did little to his advanced system? He felt the pain while those stupid doctors were cutting his skin apart and digging into his muscle, stretching his rib cage open. Yet he could say nothing for they had instantly shoved this thing in his mouth.
He has been lying in this bed for the past eight hours, the woman sat beside him, having cried herself to sleep before he awoke. Trunks was passed out on the table but his ki fluctuated every few seconds telling him that the boy was having a nightmare.
He wanted to move but his left arm was immobile and his other hand was trapped beneath the woman’s head. It was boring and this tube down his throat was irritating. Against his better judgment his fingers twitched over the woman’s cheeks and instantly her head popped up, eyes wide filled with fright. She hurried to look at him, calming immediately when she caught view of his dark, annoyed eyes. A smile flashed to her lips and Bulma gave him a quick relieved kiss. “I’ll get the doctor.”
The doctor came in, whispering lightly to him, mindful of his sensitive hearing and the boy that was sleeping. He slowly pulled the tube out, making Vegeta’s throat gag but he held back his reflects with perfection, swallow harshly all the liquid that had recently caught in his throat. Bulma thankfully gave him a cup of water which he downed quickly. “How do you feel?”
“Like shit.”
“Always full of positive energy.” Bulma smiled, tears quickly coming to her eyes.
“What?” He growled so tired of seeing that weak liquid. She shook her head, wiping her eyes. “Do not tell me nothing.”
Her hair fell in her face when she dropped her head down from his view. “You almost died.” She whispered through her strained voice, her shoulders shaking brutally.
Vegeta smirked tiredly, his fingers weakly touching her hand. She peaked out from her hair. “Stupid Woman. I am Sayian.” She smiled giggling lightly through her tears.
Bulma moved her head into his neck, kissing his scar, “I can’t live without you, Vegeta. I would have died of a broken heart had you left me.” She pulled back, swallowing her pitiful voice, and strengthen her shoulders. “You will be out of here in a few days. I’m afraid however that your arm is going to need a bit of therapy. The bullet had severed a few nerves, but with your life saving Sayian healing it should be back to working soon enough. They had to reconstruct the part of your heart with muscle tissue, so you are on pain killers.”
“Get me off of it. I will not subject myself to the withdrawal of the drug.”
“But the pain--”
“I can handle it.”
“All right. If that’s what you want.”
Vegeta’s eyes went over to his child, seeing the tears drip from his sleeping orbs. “What is wrong with the boy?”
Bulma stalled, her own sight going over to the sleeping man. “Vegeta…He killed Epeon.”
“Good.”
“No, Vegeta, you don’t get it.” She looked down at him. “He’s never killed a human before.”
Vegeta’s eyes closed and dropped his head back against the pillow. He swallowed with disdain knowing exactly what she meant by that. Trunks took a life of someone who was weaker then himself. Trunks could have grabbed her, kept her still. She was human. Weak and feeble. Trunks killed her without realizing that there was no need to destroy. Vegeta failed once again. Now Trunks was to suffer because he stalled in protection.
How was Trunks supposed to get through this? His heart was not tainted. His soul was not black. So Trunks would ultimately decided, he was to blame for the death of a human. And he would forever keep this disaster as a regret. Regret was something Trunks was never to know.
Bulma touched his face, “I don’t know how to help him. I tried to explain that she was a bad person, but all he could think about was Epeon’s family and friends, and how he had stolen her life from them. I don’t know what to do.”
“I will talk with him.” Bulma moved herself on the small bed, tucking her body against his, feeling his strong arm wrap around her. “Why is there blood still on his wrap?”
“It’s just an old bandage. The wound is healed by now but I didn’t want to wake him when taking it off.”
“No I smell fresh blood.”
Bulma giggled shaking her head, “That’s you stupid. You’re still bleeding inside, that’s why you got a tube in your chest.”
“Hmmm…Get me a bigger bed”
Bulma glanced up at him kissing his lips lightly, “Yes master.” She giggled.
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Something hit his head. Trunks groaned, lifting his lids to catch view of his smiling mother and smirking father in a king size medical bed. He instantly rose stepping on the paper ball with disinterest. “Dad.” He whispered, leaning on the bed when a dizziness past through him.
Bulma lifted her head, “Trunks.”
“I’m fine. Just tired.” He held his head tight with his hands.
His mother gasped quickly rising from the bed, “Trunks your bandage, it’s soaked with blood.”
He knitted his brows looking at the red stained clothe. “Huh.”
Vegeta watched powerlessly when his son collapsed and hit the floor hard. Bulma ran to his side, calling his name desperately. “Medics! Get the fuck in here now!”
Days will come that make no sense
My present situation makes me think too much, too much
It all revolves around you
This life that I'm living means nothing without you
Adema
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~```````
Trunks stared at his hand, blood poured from the hole that had ripped through his skin, nerves, and bones by the Katchin metal. It had gone straight through…straight through…
He turned his blue eyes. His mom had moved from behind the protection of Vegeta, going toward Jory. Trunks wasn’t quick enough to move his whole body so he had just enough time to move his hand. But all he witnessed was the alien metal going straight through his Sayian skin.
His sight landed on his parents. Vegeta, the fastest of them all, had flown back, knocking Bulma aside while taking the fatal blow in the left chest. The heart.
“Awe, pity I missed.” Trunks snapped his head toward the human, his eyes flashed to teal. Her stance dropped in her fright but no matter if she had planned to run when she saw his bloody hand lift to point directly at her, it was hopeless. Now her ashes blew in the wind.
“Vegeta!” His mother’s hysterical voice rang the air sending chills along his cold spine. He turned to them. The most powerful creature Trunks had ever known laid on the ground, surrounded by his blood, heaving for air, coughing the red liquid on his lips. He stepped slowly toward them, falling to his knees at his father’s side. “Vegeta, please be all right.” His mother whimpered in a pain Trunks never had the displeasure of hearing before. Her tears dripped fast along her cheeks, her blue eyes now so dark while she pleaded with her husband. Her head suddenly snapped up, “Trunks, please do something.” It was a worthless case, Bulma knowing sensibly that the boy could do nothing. But it just went to prove how desperate she was.
Trunks gazed upon his father’s tightly closed eyes, as he tried to rid the pain that was slowly causing his breathing to increase and his ki to decrease. He was dying. Fear struck him and when a Sayian is faced with fear they act. Trunks bloody hand rose to set upon the bleeding hole in his father’s chest. With concentration, gold power vibrated around his fingers and it flowed through him into the man’s body.
Vegeta’s black eyes weakly struggled open to land upon him. Trunks smiled, tears forming in his eyes. “Vegeta.” Bulma whispered through her sad smile, the his eyes went to his mate’s. “You’re going to be fine.” Her lips trembled as she tried to keep a straight face. She couldn’t let him know that he might now survive. “Nesa just ran to get the medics and they’ll be here and take good care of you. But you got to stay strong for me okay?”
Taking in a deep shaky breath, “I am…no child… woman.”
She laughed through her sob, leaning down to kiss his unresponsive, bloody lips, “Jackass.”
“Bitch.” The sirens sounded and relief washed over Bulma as she kissed him again.
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Vegeta watched his son from afar. So quiet the child had been since he returned from surgery. He thought nothing of it but now, his aroa depressed to the point where it was hard for him to breath. And it was all ready hard enough with the breathing issue with this tube that was stuck down his throat, keeping him so called alive.
So the bullet had pierced the top part of his heart, ripping arteries. It didn’t really sound all that bad. And besides he was Sayian, he lived for danger.
They all thought he was asleep, did they not know that those stupid human drugs did little to his advanced system? He felt the pain while those stupid doctors were cutting his skin apart and digging into his muscle, stretching his rib cage open. Yet he could say nothing for they had instantly shoved this thing in his mouth.
He has been lying in this bed for the past eight hours, the woman sat beside him, having cried herself to sleep before he awoke. Trunks was passed out on the table but his ki fluctuated every few seconds telling him that the boy was having a nightmare.
He wanted to move but his left arm was immobile and his other hand was trapped beneath the woman’s head. It was boring and this tube down his throat was irritating. Against his better judgment his fingers twitched over the woman’s cheeks and instantly her head popped up, eyes wide filled with fright. She hurried to look at him, calming immediately when she caught view of his dark, annoyed eyes. A smile flashed to her lips and Bulma gave him a quick relieved kiss. “I’ll get the doctor.”
The doctor came in, whispering lightly to him, mindful of his sensitive hearing and the boy that was sleeping. He slowly pulled the tube out, making Vegeta’s throat gag but he held back his reflects with perfection, swallow harshly all the liquid that had recently caught in his throat. Bulma thankfully gave him a cup of water which he downed quickly. “How do you feel?”
“Like shit.”
“Always full of positive energy.” Bulma smiled, tears quickly coming to her eyes.
“What?” He growled so tired of seeing that weak liquid. She shook her head, wiping her eyes. “Do not tell me nothing.”
Her hair fell in her face when she dropped her head down from his view. “You almost died.” She whispered through her strained voice, her shoulders shaking brutally.
Vegeta smirked tiredly, his fingers weakly touching her hand. She peaked out from her hair. “Stupid Woman. I am Sayian.” She smiled giggling lightly through her tears.
Bulma moved her head into his neck, kissing his scar, “I can’t live without you, Vegeta. I would have died of a broken heart had you left me.” She pulled back, swallowing her pitiful voice, and strengthen her shoulders. “You will be out of here in a few days. I’m afraid however that your arm is going to need a bit of therapy. The bullet had severed a few nerves, but with your life saving Sayian healing it should be back to working soon enough. They had to reconstruct the part of your heart with muscle tissue, so you are on pain killers.”
“Get me off of it. I will not subject myself to the withdrawal of the drug.”
“But the pain--”
“I can handle it.”
“All right. If that’s what you want.”
Vegeta’s eyes went over to his child, seeing the tears drip from his sleeping orbs. “What is wrong with the boy?”
Bulma stalled, her own sight going over to the sleeping man. “Vegeta…He killed Epeon.”
“Good.”
“No, Vegeta, you don’t get it.” She looked down at him. “He’s never killed a human before.”
Vegeta’s eyes closed and dropped his head back against the pillow. He swallowed with disdain knowing exactly what she meant by that. Trunks took a life of someone who was weaker then himself. Trunks could have grabbed her, kept her still. She was human. Weak and feeble. Trunks killed her without realizing that there was no need to destroy. Vegeta failed once again. Now Trunks was to suffer because he stalled in protection.
How was Trunks supposed to get through this? His heart was not tainted. His soul was not black. So Trunks would ultimately decided, he was to blame for the death of a human. And he would forever keep this disaster as a regret. Regret was something Trunks was never to know.
Bulma touched his face, “I don’t know how to help him. I tried to explain that she was a bad person, but all he could think about was Epeon’s family and friends, and how he had stolen her life from them. I don’t know what to do.”
“I will talk with him.” Bulma moved herself on the small bed, tucking her body against his, feeling his strong arm wrap around her. “Why is there blood still on his wrap?”
“It’s just an old bandage. The wound is healed by now but I didn’t want to wake him when taking it off.”
“No I smell fresh blood.”
Bulma giggled shaking her head, “That’s you stupid. You’re still bleeding inside, that’s why you got a tube in your chest.”
“Hmmm…Get me a bigger bed”
Bulma glanced up at him kissing his lips lightly, “Yes master.” She giggled.
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Something hit his head. Trunks groaned, lifting his lids to catch view of his smiling mother and smirking father in a king size medical bed. He instantly rose stepping on the paper ball with disinterest. “Dad.” He whispered, leaning on the bed when a dizziness past through him.
Bulma lifted her head, “Trunks.”
“I’m fine. Just tired.” He held his head tight with his hands.
His mother gasped quickly rising from the bed, “Trunks your bandage, it’s soaked with blood.”
He knitted his brows looking at the red stained clothe. “Huh.”
Vegeta watched powerlessly when his son collapsed and hit the floor hard. Bulma ran to his side, calling his name desperately. “Medics! Get the fuck in here now!”