Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Hiding ( Chapter 71 )

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

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I can't feel my heart
But I feel the shame
Nothing left to say
Soon I'll fade away ----Korn


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Vegeta growled, scaring the medics back from their position and scampered from the room. He could get in the chair all by his goddamn self! He has been practicing; he doesn’t need them. Bulma smiled with the giggling Bra in her arms watching her lover struggle with the wheel-chair. But finally he managed to squeeze himself inside.


Vegeta sat proudly, wishing he could cross his arms but since his arm was in a protective brace there was no way to move it. Bulma sat the little girl on his lap, kissing his lips, “So proud.” She mocked ruining his good mood. She rolled him across the hall to where their son laid, emotionless, lifeless.


The two females left and shut the door, finally allowing father and son to have a talk. Trunks laid still in bed refusing to eat, talk, or look into anyone’s eyes. They were feeding him by tubes, but still he was losing weight and power.


Now how was he to go about this? The first killing he ever took part in was a slave and his father had boasted and congratulated him. But this was a human. This was a being with emotions not so easily controlled or manipulated. This was a being with a heart.


“Face me, boy.” Vegeta ordered though Trunks refused to move. “You cannot do this to yourself. Do you understand me? You are stronger then this. She deserved what she received. If you had not killed her, boy, I would have.” The word ‘kill’ provoked tension in Trunk’s body. The sun allowed Vegeta to see a tear drip off of his pale chin. Vegeta took a deep breath in frustration only to stall drastically, “Blood? Why does it smell of blood in here?” Vegeta lifted heavily out of his chair, quickly putting his weight on the side of the bed, “What did you do?” He ripped the sheet away, eyes widening at the blood that soaked the white sheets. Vegeta grabbed his boy’s wrist. “What the fuck is this?” He growled dangerously. “Answer me!”


Trunks closed his eyes, tears falling faster then he could control. “How is it…” He whispered lowly, “that I can…I can… kill someone…but not myself?”


Vegeta barred his teeth, “You are Sayian, boy! It is your nature! Do not burden yourself with meaningless pain. She is dead. She deserved to die. You killed her because of your instincts, do not deny your heritage now.” Vegeta landed roughly in his chair, panting heavily and gripping his arm in pain.


“Dad…” He whimpered turning his wet and tear strecked face toward him for the first time. “Do Sayians enjoy killing?”


Vegeta flicked his eyes up to his son, seeing his misery, feeling it. “No, boy. But it is what we do, in order to survive. We do not punish ourselves for what we did.”


“But isn’t that you are you doing, dad? Punishing yourself?”


Vegeta lowered his eyes to the side. “It is different.”


“She haunts me, dad.” He turned his face back to the window. “Every time I close my eyes. She is there. And I can’t make her go away.” His voice strained with suppressed sobs. “Make her go away, dad.”


Vegeta once again lifted himself from his chair, sitting on the side of the bed and gently placing his good hand on the boy’s head. “She would have killed your mother. You did what you had to. Shame should not be apart of what you feel.”


“It’s all I feel.” He choked through his tears.


Vegeta took a deep breath, knowing what his son needed to hear, had to be from him. Easing his son‘s misery, even if Vegeta had to lower his pride, he would do it. Just for him. “I am proud of you boy. For if you hadn’t killed her, your mother would have died, and I shortly after. You saved us both. Do not do this to yourself. The pain will only pass if you let it, Trunks. It was not your fault. It is your in blood. You cannot control it.”


“I’m not strong like you dad. I can’t just forget.”


“Never forget, boy. Never. But do not let it consume you.”


“You don’t understand. How could you?”


Vegeta’s face tightened. “Do not ever say that to me, boy. I have known regret throughout my existance that you cannot fathom. I’ve killed millions of creature. Do you think they do not haunt me? It is not just what I went through that is causing my weakness. It is those creatures that begged at my leg, that cried pathetically, innocent young ones not understanding. They were no threat. Yet I had to kill them for no reason. But you, saved your mother. Nothing should matter now.”


Tears ran from his sky eyes as rain. Trunks’ looked through the window emotionless. “I have caused pain to her family. Friends…What if..What if she had children… A husband? What gave me the right to steal her life from them?”


Bulma came in through the doorway, going up to her son and kissing his forehead, holding his hand. “One right, Trunks. Protection. Protecting family gives all rights to anyone. You were protecting us, Trunks. You saved us.” Trunks was quick to bury his head into her neck, wrapping his good arm around her. Bulma looked at Vegeta and moved to cup his cheek with her palm.

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“Do not touch me, human.” Vegeta growled, barring his teeth, holding his arm close to his chest in protection, glaring brutally at the shaking female. However the touch that landed lightly on his shoulder relaxed him and he finally was able to take his manful glare away to meet his mate’s.


“She is helping you.”


“I can do it myself.”


“Oh yeah?” Bulma smirked picking up a five pound weight and held it out to him, “Take this please.” He went to move, “Nono, with the bad.” Vegeta lowly growled but took her challenge, extending his arm out with no flinching in the face but the grinding of teeth and took hold of the weight with his fingers. When Bulma pulled her hand away however, the weight quickly dropped to the floor and Vegeta’s arm was back in protection. “Now that you’ve been humiliated, and your ego is about ant size, will you be corropative? Or do you want me to get Goku over here?”


“Do not dare, woman.”


“I’ll do what I want.” She snapped. “Would you look at your son? He is getting help, Vegeta. He’s not being a stubborn dick!”


“Woman.” He warned dangerously and Bulma saw the anger in his eyes, telling her she was treading thin ice. But hell if that ever stopped her before.


“You will stay here and get your arm better or I am going to take that damn GR and smash it to pieces.” His brows knit, teeth barring. “And don’t you think I won’t.” Bulma leaned in, wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers spread wide to follow the lines of his shoulders, muscles flexed beneath her palm, her breath upon his neck. “The longer you deny help, the longer I deny you.” His vicious growl would have normally caused anyone else, but Bulma Briefs, to release their bowels in fright. But Bulma just smiled and pulled away with a proud smirk on her features.


The way he looked, told her trouble would more the likely be in the future. But when the nurse went to venture forward, he did not pull away nor glare at her, for his eyes stayed glued to Bulma.


She smiled shaking her head with laughter. He sure was cute when he pouted. Bulma’s blue eyes glinted and it relaxed the Sayian, his scowl releasing and transforming into a knowing smirk.


So their relationship wasn’t the best in the world to top out of Romantic. But it was something that she couldn’t really describe. But then again, she didn’t want to.


Bulma’s slowly left as she looked toward her son sitting depressingly and without thought while the nurse helped the movement in his arm. He hasn’t talked still. Only small words. And he would force a smile just to make her happy but it wasn’t difficult to see the hell that has taken a temporally stay inside of his mind and heart. It’s been two weeks, and blame was no where near to being done. The news played constantly of their situation, and Bulma had made up a story that was all true except about her son killing someone. She had said it was a security guard who was protecting her. Trunks had only looked away when she had told him.


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The cripples were finally allowed home. And though one would think that was a pleasant thing, for Trunks it was a nightmare. He stood outside now, staring at the burnt grass were her ashes had been but the wind had long ago taken each piece of her.


A tap on the shoulder did nothing to move his eyes. When he turned to find the person a smile actually graced his chapped lips. “Grandpa.” He wrapped the old man in a tight hug; receiving a pleasant chuckle from the old man. “Kami I’ve missed you.”


“And I you my boy. Come sit with me.” Trunks forced separation and sat under a tree after helping the old man sit.


“How come you don’t look good, Grandpa?”


A small smile pulled under the gray mustache. “It’s called ‘getting old’. Thanks for noticing. But you have no excuse.” Trunks looked away. “Trunks. Sometimes life decides things for you. And you have to face the aftermath. That’s life’s way of telling you things have to change. No matter how much you don’t want them to.” He sighed placing a hand on the boy’s arm. “I need you to get better Trunks. Do you know why?” The small shake of lavender caused a tiny smile. “Because I need to know that you will be alright. I know it hurts now, but I need to know that you will get pass this and the only way I, the only way I can pass this is by making sure you will be alright.”


“I don’t know if I can pass it, Grandpa. Sometimes I don’t even want to.”


“I know. I know it sucks. You know bad things have happened to me too Trunks. So I understand. I’m angry. I want to yell at Kami himself sometimes.”


“About what?”


Old Briefs paused. “About what Kami has put you through. And what Kami will continue to put you through. The ride of anger and pain will not end Trunks. It will continue and get worse, and get better. But over the past two years, you haven’t been getting through those bad times too well.” A pain struck the old professor and he stalled for only minute, however it was completely unnoticed by Trunks. “And I’m getting older, Trunks.” Briefs laughed forcefully. “And when I do finally die, I need to make sure you will be alright, because otherwise, I couldn’t leave here until you do.”


“I can’t look that far ahead, Grandpa. By that time, I will probably be over it.”


“But I need to know you will, not probably. Trunks you are my only grandson. I will leave this Earth knowing that you will have money to sustain you two life times. But money is nothing if it won’t make you happy. What can make you happy now, Trunks? Tell me and I will find a way.”


“I don’t know how to forgive myself.”


A small smiled happened on the old man’s lips. “Let me ask you a question, Trunks. Do you feel guilty for killing someone one. Or guilty for not feeling bad about it?” Wide blue eyes gazed at him in fright. He chuckled. “If you were able to go back in time and play that same situation over again, we both know that you still would have killed Epeon. You don’t regret it. You don’t hate yourself for killing her. You’re glad she is dead, just like the rest of us. She was a threat to your family and now your family is once again safe. So stop trying to force your pain on something that is not true. What you’re hurting for now, is the fact that you feel that way. I think once you come to terms with that, Trunks, you’re be able to get back to how you were. Stop punishing yourself. You’re not your father. And you won’t ever be. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have his heart.


Anger took a hold of Trunks and he got to his feet take a step away from his grandfather wanting to run but keeping himself from doing so. “I’m a murderer! Why is it that no one understands that! I am a fucking murderer!” Tears fell from his eyes but he stood unwavering and glaring. “I have killed someone. Does that not penetrate anyone’s mind! I have taken a life! The only life I was taught to take was of evil. When their heart was evil my blood burned to kill. My father taught me that. She was not evil.”


“But she was. You followed the instinct of your heart. You tell yourself you should feel guilty for killing her only because she was human. But humans are sometimes just as dangerous. So she had little strength, but she used a weapon that could have killed all of your family.” Dr. Briefs used the tree for support to help him to his grandchild, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Do no punish your instincts. They are what make you my grandson. And I would not change one thing about you, my boy.” Trunks watched the old man wobble away. not sure if he should call him back.