Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Coriosity Sucks ( Chapter 88 )

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Vegeta returns home to find out Bulma isn't the way he left her.

How has Bulma reacted to his three month absence?

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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.21.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 938 | Status: Completed

~~~~~~~~ Chapter---Curiosity Sucks

Each time it's getting harder I can't breathe
From this simple stress you gave me - where's my sympathy?
This time -
I'm doing everything for me
I'm throwing back the pain you caused me
Yet you're still you're my everything

I could capture the stars, bring them all down to earth
But nothing could ever show you what you're worth
To me you complete what's been missing inside
Which I'm not missing anymore

Someday Never--

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Bulma pushed the button to the fifty second floor. She sighed out as she rested her back against the wall. Her blue hair rested on her shoulders, just enough to hide her pale cheeks and darkened eyes. The ones that stood on the elevator ignored her existence as much as they could, not even speaking to their associate or friend.

She signed her name, taking a seat with another great sigh. Opening her purse she took out a bottle of aspirin, three in her hand she quickly swallowed ignoring the foul taste.

“Ms. Briefs. The doctor will see you now.”

Bulma entered the room with a small smile and sat upon the couch. Her legs tightly pressed together, her arms hugging herself. Tears were already filling her blue eyes. She was embarrassed by it so she looked away.

Dr. Nine smiled sadly, crossing his legs and setting his notepad upon his knee. He rested his chin in his palm and stared upon the woman. Pity was hard to suppress. It wasn’t everyday he saw a person that was the most rapturous woman he ever met spiral head first into the woman he saw now. He never saw the before picture, always the after.

He waited for her to speak. But she never did.

“The first time in history that your name corresponds with negative publicity. How does that make you feel, Bulma?”

“What do I care? I’ve done enough. I’m tired of giving to this damn world. I’m tired of pretending. So I don’t make inventions anymore, big whoop.”

“You lost your only child, Bulma. She is being taken cared for by your best friend. Doesn’t that bother you? You’re not allowed to see her except with supervision.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“That you’re alive somewhere in there. That your motherly instincts to be with her haven’t abandoned you.”

“Yes, I miss her.” She bit. “But I don’t want her near me. I don’t want her to see me like this.”

“Then stop being like this. You need your daughter just as much as she needs you now. Do not abandon her. What would Vegeta--” Her blue eyes were wide upon him. He had overstepped the line. He had broken a promise. He quickly stood along with her, stepping in her way to the door. “Bulma, please. I’m sorry. Please.” Though the tears were falling brutally Bulma sat back down, refusing to meet eye contact. Dr. Nine sighed as he sat. He wrote briefly on his notepad before looking up. “None of the medications have been working.”

“They help a bit.”

“If you do some of the exercises we have for you, you might feel better.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t seem to do that!” She pulled back, realizing she was yelling. Bulma ran her hands through her hair, gripping her head before sighing out and leaning back against the couch. “It’s our anniversary tomorrow.” She had brought him up, which meant the conversation was opened until she closed it.

“How long has it been since your husband and son disappeared?”

“A hundred and three days and fourteen hours.” Bulma buried her face in her knees, holding back her tears to speak clearly.

“When was the last rescue mission sent out?”

“Three days ago. I thought if I went, I would be able to sense….But there was nothing.” Her tears flowed freely, her shoulders shaking with surprised sobs. “Goku keeps telling me that they’re gone, but I just can’t believe it. Vegeta is so strong, nothing could… He can’t be dead. I can’t believe that.”

“But you do believe it, Bulma.” Nine stood up and sat next to her, patting her softly on the back. “And it’s okay. You moved out of denial and you’re now in the grieving stage. Last week when you came in here, you were so full of anger and hate. But now you realized the only rational thing.”

Bulma flung from him, “I can’t give up hope. I can’t.”

“I understand that. And I’m not saying too. I am saying, learn how to cope. Let it settle in. Your husband and son are gone, Bulma, I know it’s so hard to hear. But it’s a fact you have to face-”

“Why?!”

“Because you have a daughter that needs you, Bulma. She needs you more then anything now. She is eight years old and has just lost her father and her brother. She barely understands death but what she learns of it comes from you. She is finding out at a very young stage. What she learns today will effect how she copes with life when she’s older.”

Bulma’s body shook as her knees gave out beneath her. “I can’t face her!” She screamed with sobs that racked her body and tears that flowed without mercy. “I can’t. I can’t tell her they’re dead. Because I don’t want to know it. I miss them so much. My body is dying inside. My heart won’t beat anymore. And it’s so hard to breath because of this crushing weight on my chest. Not only did I lose my husband, I lost my son. How am I suppose to live now! How am I suppose to go on like I was before when I’m the one to blame--”

“How, how are you to blame, Bulma?”

“I let them go! I built their ship. I didn’t build it strong enough, I was careless. I should have fought harder!”

“Bulma, Vegeta was adamant. He would have gone one way or another. You did nothing wrong but make it safer for him.” Nine got on his knees before her gripping her shoulders to make her look in the eyes, “You could have never known anything would hurt them. Vegeta is a strong man but he’s arrogant and reckless. If it’s anyone’s fault it’s Vegeta’s. But you have to stop being so angry, Bulma. Nothing could have made it better, nothing! What ifs and should haves will not bring them back.”

“I’m just so tired.” She cried, her forehead resting on her thighs as she fisted the carpet. “I want everything to be better again. Please, help me make it better again.”

“Bulma. I can help you. But you have to help you too. Do you understand?” Her head nodded. “Repeat these words. ‘I forgive myself.” Her body trembled. “Say it Bulma. Say I forgive myself.”

“I. Forgive. Myself.” Bulma whispered those words over and over again, her tears slowing and the trembling calming.

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Catching the first glimpse of Earth was a relief that both Trunks and Vegeta shared. It meant a safe place. And though this voyage wasn’t really all that exciting, it was enough to force many things to take their proper place in the list of priorities.

“So we going to leave the part out of where I died?” Trunks looked to his father with a side smile. Vegeta narrowed his eyes finding the boy’s humor nothing more then annoyance. “I won’t say anything. If you tell me how I’m alive.” Trunks followed Vegeta out of the control room and down to the docking bay pestering the whole time to know the real truth. “I know it wasn’t the cure. Pure Kitaya told me something happened, come on, tell me.”

“Boy. Enough.” Vegeta growled, grabbing his son’s arm and shoving him inside the tiny ship. It was large enough for the two of them to get back to Earth but getting inside it was the hardest part of all. Though Vegeta fought all of his demons, claustrophobia wasn’t something he would conquer any time soon. He sighed heavily taking a seat. Trunks waved sporadically to the Pure Horns that shipped them off. Vegeta personally didn’t care if he saw any of them again.

An hour in this confined space with his son. Vegeta gripped the edge of his seat thinking of all the possible things that could go wrong including the annoying questions that his son wanted badly to be answered. But Vegeta ignored it all, resting his head back against the seat, closing his eyes, imagining his mate’s face when she sees him again. She better throw herself on him. He’s been without her for a whole month, it’s been complete torture. It’s going to be sex, sex, some oral sex, food and then sex some more.

They hit the ground hard but Trunks was laughing with excitement as he kicked open the door.

It wasn’t a surprise to be greeted by Kakarot and his spawn Goten. The boys did their guy greeting. Vegeta walked up to the smiling fool. “Good to know you’re alive. I kind of would like to know you managed to hide yourselves for three months.”

“What?” Trunks asked, though Vegeta had already known this so it wasn‘t exciting news.

“You’ve been missing for three months. The ship Bulma built you--”

“Was destroyed less then twenty four hours ago.”

“Maybe where you were. But not here. Over three months since we heard from you.”

“Mom? Is she okay?”

“She’s thinks your dead.” Goten sadly smiled. “I honestly thought so too. We both did.”

Now that was a news flash. Vegeta stared at the ground. She thought he was dead. That must have been what his mother had meant she when she had sent Bulma was in mortal danger. This wasn’t good at all.

“Oh, kami, dad. We got to get to mom.” Vegeta agreed and quickly jumped in the air. Then he thought better of it. Bulma wouldn’t want Trunks to be there. She probably wasn’t in the best shape, knowing her like he did.

“Boy, go back with Kakarot.“

“What? No, mom thinks I’m dead.”

“I understand that boy, but do as you’re told.”

“No, I’m-”

Vegeta flew in front of him, stopping Trunks where he was. “Go.” Vegeta growled and with much reluctance and a heated look, Trunks turned and flew away.

Vegeta felt Bulma’s low ki by Dr. Nine’s office. He wondered briefly why she was there but made his way to the large building.

And there she sat on a bench. Completely ignored by the people walking. No paperazzi anywhere, no stalkers, nothing. She was completely ignored. That was the first hint something was terribly wrong.

Her hair was slightly tangled and her clothes seemed to swallow her body, but she looked as beautiful as ever. It was hard to imagine what it had been like for her. He had just spoken to her not two days ago and yet for her it’s been three months.

How to approach this? How was she going to react? Should he wait until she got home so as not to make a scene? Or would it be better out in public so she would keep herself controlled? She had a tendency to get emotional.

He decided this was the right time. He couldn’t keep himself a secret from her any longer. She waited long enough.

He slowly walked up to the bench. Each footstep seemed to take him farther from her instead of closer. It seemed to take forever until finally, his footsteps were heard and her blue eyes shot up.

He smirked. No matter how shocked he was upon her appearance. Her blood-shot eyes were wide, her cheeks too pale and too skinny to be healthy. She had not dealt with his supposed death very well. That was a bit disappointing. If he were to die, like he had done before, he wanted her to always be strong.

His thoughts were cut short for she laughed and shook her head. Bulma grabbed her bag and quickly got up and walked away from him. He narrowed his eyes but followed her nonetheless.

Her phone rang and she was quick to answer it. “A ship landed, huh? Great thanks.” She hung up and threw the phone back in her bag, lightly laughing for a moment.

“Woman.”

She ignored him and crossed the street. She was walking home apparently. This was a weird female. Here he thought she would run into his arms and want to screw him right then and there, and here she was walking away from him.

He folded his arms. This was quite disturbing. Maybe she ‘cracked her top’ as humans say. Maybe his make believe death caused her to finally lose it. He always knew she wasn’t all there but he hadn’t thought this would happen. He should have figured. She was weak. She was human.

After a good ten minutes she walked through Capsule Corps’ doors and talked a moment with the receptionist. He could barely hear their conversation. “So you see him.”

“Yes, Mrs. Briefs. It’s amazing.”

“Thanks, Pilt.” She then went to the elevator. He jumped up onto the kitchen balcony and met her there. Bulma looked at him again, laughed lightly and shook her head, dropping her bag on the floor and grabbing a bottle of alcohal out of the fridge. She went back to the elevator. He met her in their bedroom.

Bulma closed the door. Her hand not leaving the handle, the other holding the bottle. “Where were you?” Her back to him.

“Another dimension.”

She giggled, shaking her head with gritted teeth, “Another dimension. And Trunks?”

“At Kakarot’s.”

There was a subtle change in her demeanor. Though he couldn’t see her face he could feel her anger and her pain. Her hand covered her mouth as she spoke next. “And you, didn’t contact me, because?”

“The ship was destroyed.”

Her head nodded and whispered, “Of course.”

“I had not known. It was only five hours.”

“Five hours, was three months of my life.” She finally turned to him and the tears were present. “Three months. A hundred days, Vegeta. Not one word.” Her bottle flung across the room and smashed to pieces against the wall, “Three months!” Vegeta had wanted to be greeted with her smile, not with this. “Do you have any idea what that did to me!”

“No.” Vegeta answered, knowing that he needed to make this right somehow. He had caused great damage in his absence.

“I blamed myself. I lost my husband and my child. I have never felt so much pain.”

“We are fine now, Bulma. There is no need for this anymore.”

“I was alone.” Her brows knit, pressing her lips tight. “You left me.”

Vegeta grit his teeth. She was making it his fault. She was implying he had failed as a husband. It was angering him. “What do you want me to say?” He growled.

She shut her eyes and shook her head. “Did you get what you wanted? Do you get forgiveness?” Bitterness etched upon each word.

“Yes.”

That word seemed to make her strong and her eyes snapped open. “Well, not from me. Get out.”

“Bulma--”

“I ruined my life because I thought you were dead. I hate being that weak. I hate that you made me so weak. Get out. You’re alive. That’s enough for me right now. But I need you to go.”

“I won’t--”

“For once! Do something for me! I have always been there for you and gave you space when you needed it. Now I am asking to do the same.” Bulma took a deep breath, strenthening her back, standing tall, no matter how many tears dripped off her chin. “Get out.”

Vegeta stared at her, trying to find any desire in her eyes for him to stay. But there was none. She really wanted him to go. He grit his teeth. He was so angry but not with her. “Fine.” He bit and walked out to the balcony and took off.

Bulma covered her mouth as she fell to the floor in her tears.