Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ How Could I ( Chapter 75 )

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

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How could I ever be so blind that I could not seeHow could I ever stray from what has meant so much to meHow could I ever gain her trust without the guaranteesOf who I am or where I'll be

Oleander- How Could I?

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Vegeta watched her frustrated form work on his new ship. She continued to curse him like she had been for the last six hours. Of course she knew he wasn’t there, but that didn’t stop her from lashing out at her wrench and automatic drill. The workers around her that had tried to help when the parts got too heavy for her to do alone, she would growl at and quickly chase away so now all the employees stayed away and some decided to leave work early wishing not to be caught in her path. This was all very amusing to watch and has kept him entertained these past few hours.

Vegeta left the workroom and went back to the house to find Trunks slouching in the couch giving him the most ugly face the boy could manage. Vegeta tried to ignore him and continue to walk to the kitchen but Trunks quickly jumped up, “Why do I have to go?”

“Because I said.” Vegeta replied stiffly grabbing a gallon of water and walking off to the living room with the boy on his heals.

“But I don’t want to go.”

“I don’t care.”

“I have a business to run over in New York and money to make and a girlfriend to attend to.”

“I still. Do not care.” Vegeta flew up the hole in the floor and Trunks was right behind him.

“Dad.” Vegeta turned for a moment upon the seriousness of the boy’s voice. “I’m not going. And that’s final.”

Vegeta kept the smirk down upon his lips and instead covered it up with a deep scrowl that made Trunks shrink. “I said you are going boy. And that is what’s going to happen.”

Trunks tough bravado faded instantly and he whined, “But I don’t want to.”

Vegeta continue on his way to his bedroom and while Trunks was still in the middle of his rant he slammed the door shut.
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Bulma waited until he left to slam her drill down and wipe her face off on her sleeve. All she could think was that he was leaving her and wasn’t planning on coming back. There were too many things that were going to go wrong. Too many people that still wished he were dead. And to make matters worse he was bringing her only son. If he left, fine, then that was his decision, but to make her baby boy leave with him was enough to make her hate Vegeta. And boy, did she hate Vegeta at the moment.

A year! He plans on being gone a whole fucking year! Does he know how much she’ll age in that amount of time! And what if he finds females out there that are capable of seducing him in ways she wasn’t able to anymore? Sure, most of them would have some defect like have eight limbs or four eyes, or being the color of puke green, but there were still chances he finds someone that’s doable. And with her being lightyears away....

Bulma started to force a laugh, she was being stupid right? He has proved himself time and again that she was the only one for him. Expect when Epeon was in the picture, but he had overcome that. What if, he meets an old fling? It’s possible...

Okay, yes, she was being stupid. Bulma gripped her screw driver and went back to the ship. If her two boys were going out into the universe, she had to make sure that they were safe. That’s what she needed to concentrate on. That’s the only thing that should be on her mind.

Then why was it she could think of so many other things to worry about?

“Mom!” Trunks hollered so suddenly Bulma hit her head on the ship’s wing. She glared over at her son. “Tell dad not to make me go.”

“Why can’t you?”

“I’ve done that but he won’t listen to me. He’ll listen to you. Please. Please. Please. I’ll be your servant for a year if you get him to let me stay.”

“As offering as that is, Trunks, there is nothing I can do.” The anger seeped from her clenched teeth but she tried her hardest not to let the anger show. “Your father has made up his mind.” She slammed down her tool and gripped the rail of the table.

“I don’t understand why I have to go. It’s his ‘I have to find myself’ trip. Oh Kami, he’s having a mid-life crisis isn’t he? Why do I have to be dragged into it!”

“Trunks. I’m not happy about it either but the doctor said it would be good for him. To face all the people that want to kill him. It will be just great.” She shoved the table hard away, turning quickly back to the ship.

Trunks smiled and went over and hugged her. “Mom, your gritting your teeth.”
“Well, I’m not happy about this either, Trunks. Help me build this damn thing, I can’t do it by myself.”

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It was two in the morning when she finally came to bed but her eyes never once looked at him from his relaxed position on the bed while he watched House. He ignored her also, which probably was the reason she slammed all drawls and the bathroom door. He glanced for a second, allowing a smirk on his lips but when he heard the door lock click, his eyes went back to the TV.

She emerged a half hour later, steam escaped behind her and she appeared a bit calmer, she was even humming to herself with a towel rubbing against her scalp. Bulma continued out the door.

He wondered momentarily where she was going and felt her ki walk to Bra’s room. That was something he was gonna have to deal with tomorrow. Telling Bra he was going away. And he knew more then anything else that Bulma was going to make him tell her. Which wasn’t a good thing.

It wasn’t like this was going to be easy for him. But this was something he had to do. He needed to know who he was exactly. Was he still a monster? If something were to happen, would he go back to what he use to be? When Babidi was around, he had a chance to gain that power that he needed to defeat any one that questioned him. And he took it. Would he take that chance again? Was that creature, that Frieza bore, still inside of him?

It was something Bulma couldn’t understand. She would instantly say no, that he was different. But how could she be so sure when he wasn’t?

The Supreme Ki had told him that he wasn’t evil when Babidi went to control him, but if hadn’t been evil, then why had Babidi been able to get into his head? And if he wasn’t evil, then when he goes into space, no one will hate him for everything that he had once done.

Vegeta heard Bulma early that day after they had returned for the doctor talking with the big dumbass. “I mean really, what does he expect to find?”

And that was a good question. What was it that he was expecting to find? Did he think everyone has forgotten his name...No. He didn’t. Did he think people would want revenge even after all these years...Yes, he did. So why was it that he was going out there and putting himself along with his son in danger?

Because he needed to finish his suffering. He made himself suffer for all the people he has killed, for not saving his mother, and for not saving his race. But he has yet to suffer for all the ones that still live.

And who knows, maybe the universe is looking for a king... Vegeta smirked.
Bulma entered again. She shut the door softly and threw the towel in the laundry bin, got into her side of the bed, clicked her own light out, ordered the fan to be on, and then laid with her back to him.

Vegeta didn’t bother with touching her. Knowing her like he did she was probably hiding an electric weapon in her hand ready to shoot at any moment. He put the TV on silent and turned off his light and laid on his side with his own back to her.

“So that’s it?” Bulma voice sounded harsh in the darkness as she reached up and turned on her light. “You’re not even going to try and talk to me?”

“I was following instructions from before.” Vegeta stated lightly still keeping his back to her.

“Well, obviously, that meant talk to me before you leave me for a year!” She flew out of bed and Vegeta signed heavily, turning his own light on and sitting up against the head board. He watched her pace. “I don’t understand, Vegeta. Help me understand. What do you expect from this trip? What do you want?”

“What do you think I want?”

“Change. You’re bored with me.” He quickly rolled his eyes in frustration. “You’re bored with me. That’s it. You want a change. You’re fixed, you sleep well, you eat well, your happy, but yet, you need to suffer in order to live. Sounds like you alright. Why am I not surprised? The moment we can be happy together and peaceful together, you want to take off. Bra’s going to be seven and half by the time you come back. I’m going to be...older, when you come back. Everything here will have aged a year, do you know how long a year is, Vegeta? So much changes in a year.”

“Woman.”

“Why can’t you go when I’m like seventy, and I don’t want you to look at me. I’m not going to be this gorgeous forever, Vegeta, enjoy it while you can.” She paced continuously.

“Woman.” He was holding back a few chuckles.

“Things might start sagging soon, Vegeta, And then what’s going to happen to us. So stay while I’m up!”

“Bulma.” She stood still finally waiting for his next words. “They have surgery for that now.”

“Arrgg!” She gripped her hair and slammed the door to the bedroom. But then quickly came back in, slamming the door again, “You’re an ass. A huge ass--” He flew at her and shut her up with a kiss, picking her body up off the floor and placing her softly on the bed. Tears now sprung to her eyes and surprised him when he finally pulled away. “How can you leave me for so long?”
“Woman, we have communicators now. It will not be so bad.”

“But I won’t be able to touch you, and lay next to you.”

“That goes both ways.”

“What do you expect to find?”

“Graveyards.” Her brows knit. “Not many survived when Frieza ruled. There is probably nothing left to find.”

“Then why go?”

“I do not know. To see for myself.”

“You promise you’ll contact me if something goes wrong.” He nodded. “And you’ll keep Trunks safe?” He nodded again. “I hate this. I hate you. Can’t I go?” Her eyes got wide with that idea. But he shook her head and her lip stuck out and brows knit. “Why not?”

“Enemies will figure it out. Trunks at least can handle it himself.”

“So it’s a mucho thing. That’s so typical.” He shut her up with more kissing, her hands slid around his neck and pulled him tighter to her.