Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Last Chapter ( Chapter 89 )

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

Instead of going back to Goku’s like his father wanted him to, Trunks took a turn south. He had really wanted to see his mother but if his father’s plan went the way he wanted them too, Trunks knew his presence would be unwanted.

A thought had come to mind. If Bulma had thought them to be dead then by chance everyone did also. And that meant he needed to see her.

He dropped down on the sand and looked at the beautiful house. He walked up the stairs and was on their back porch. He could see her through the window. She was feeding the baby. Jory had changed much in his absence and it saddened him a great deal. And Nesa had cut her hair. It shaped her face pleasantly. She looked years older then when he had first met her.

She got up and went to the sink, which just happened to be in front of the window he was looking in. He smiled upon seeing her face.

The eyes looked up only for a second before down again, then all her movements stalled. Nesa shut off the water, wiped her hands on a towel and went to the sliding glass door where she opened it and stepped out. She looked to her right and there he stood.

Without much else she ran into his arms. He caught her instantly swinging her around and kissing her neck, taking in her delicious scent. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me.” She whispered to him, pulling apart only to kiss his lips which he instantly deepened, his hand running in her hair.

They broke apart a minute later. Both their faces flushed with their excitement. He looked down at her, “Many things have changed, Nesa. This trip that I took showed me so many things. And it taught me a lot too. I want to be with you. I’m done with feeling sorry for myself. I don’t care what happened in the past. I just want to be with you. That’s it.” He watched her eyes go to the floor. It confused him but he had to force himself to remember the man she had a baby with. “Even if you don’t feel that way anymore. Just let me be near you.”

Her eyes shot up, “Don’t feel that way?” She asked as if insult but there was a smile on her lips, “I’ve been living in hell without you. Annika is a great father and great man, but he’s not you.” Tears fell and he questioned with his eyes, “You were just gone so long. And I was so scared. The way Bulma reacted, I--” She broke off, wrapping her arms tight around him again. “I thought you were dead.”

“I won’t leave you again, I swear it.” He grabbed her lips in a passionate kiss, slowly breaking apart to rest his forehead against hers. “Will you be my wife again?” He whispered.

Nesa smiled but shook her head with a little laugh, “No. I think we should wait on that for awhile. Let’s start over. Okay? Let’s take our time this time around. I don’t want rush anymore. We’ll have the rest of our lives to get married.” Trunks was okay with that.

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Bulma held a glass of whiskey in her hand, sitting on her empty bed, her knees to her chest and one arm around them. Her face was dry with stale tears and bits of hair hung down her face that had gotten lose from her ponytail.

Oh, the memories of her weaknesses came back and haunted her. How could she give up so easily? He was gone but three months and she had practically buried him. She had buried both of them. Why had she done that?

Guilt about being guilty, shame about being blamed, and self hatred for hating herself. The three months of misery had been for nothing. The three month of anger had been in vain. And the three months of punishing herself had just been ridiculous. She had ruined her reputation, her work, her daughter, and herself because she was weak.

Had she always been so weak?

When Vegeta had died the second time, he had killed himself after taking the power from Babadi. It had been something very hard to live with but her anger sustained her. She screamed and cried brutally to the stars, saying many horrible things that she didn’t mean. And when she saw his face again, she instantly regretted it all. But she had never given up. She continued on day to day, thinking of what he had done, and it angered her more and more, but she still lived. So why had she given up this time around?

It was selfish of him to leave. It was awful for him to just go out in space and leave her behind like she was nothing. But she had always thought him safe. He was the strongest man, besides Goku, in the universe, for the moment anyway. She never thought any harm would come to him. Could that be a reason? At least when the new threat to Earth arrived, she knew that his death was a possibility and she prepared herself. However this wasn’t a killing mission. This was a way to seek forgiveness. Death would not have happened. And yet when it did. When she heard the news that the ship was gone, she instantly knew he was dead. And she surrendered her life so easily and so quickly. She gave up within the first hour.

Bulma threw the glass to the floor, mixing with the other liquid and glass that still splattered on the ground. The question why was still unanswered! She just wanted to know and no one could tell her.

Bulma laid awkwardly in bed, grabbing any part of the sheet she could and wrapped it the best way around her. She stared at the wall, and searched for the answer that had to be somewhere in her mind.

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Vegeta didn’t feel like sparring and he didn’t feel like eating or sleeping or anything else which lead him to the bedroom where he paced with crossed arms. He was sadly at Kakarot’s, in their spar bedroom. It was now a week since he’s heard any word from his woman and it was driving him mad.

Trunks had returned on the first day and told him all about him and Nesa. Vegeta could have cared less. But then he realized with confused eyes that Vegeta had been here and not with the boy’s mother.

Trunks exited the door, “I’m going to go see her.”

“You will do nothing.”

“Mom’s hurting dad. I can’t believe you gave up so easily.”

“You dare, boy.” Vegeta could have fought with anyone at this moment.

Trunks saw the fire in his father‘s eyes and knew what kind of flames laid beneath. It wasn‘t something he wanted to get involved in. He was way too happy at the moment. “I just don’t understand. Why would she act like this? She didn’t do this when you died before.” Vegeta looked away. It was a question that was nagging at the back of his mind too.

Vegeta turned his back, “You will not go near her. Leave her be, boy.” Trunks sighed heavily. “Go to Bra, she has been asking for you.” The boy quickly ran off. Bra had given him a much better greeting then Bulma had.

Now it’s been a week. A whole fucking week. From the news he watched late at night, Bulma had gotten herself back on track, rehiring dozens of people that she had fired and began operating her business successfully once again. It didn’t take her long to get her status back up and her reputation seemed to be promising again. Yet the news reporters continued to ask questions about her husband and son. Apparently Bulma had just told them once a while ago that they left for the U.S. for awhile. That didn’t seem to sedate their curiosity any less. Rumors of them being killed in a horrible lab accident had floated up on another channel while on yet another channel, they were talking about how the woman had chopped them up and buried them underneath the compound.

Vegeta finally sat down on the bed and held his head in his hands. Why had she completely stopped living? What could that answer be? She was normally so strong and unhindered by all the trouble around her. Her father’s death didn’t even have this much impact. She was back to work within a week.

And as Trunks has mentioned earlier, Bulma had not acted like this at all when he died before.

Vegeta couldn’t take it. It was nearly one in the morning. He didn’t feel like sleeping alone any longer. A week was long enough for her to get over whatever the hell it was she needed space from. Besides, if she’s so damn mad then she can bring her ass over here to sleep.

He dropped down upon their bedroom balcony. She was downstairs in the kitchen, on the phone. He had glowered, wondering who the hell she was talking to so late but didn’t care enough to easedrop. Their bedroom had been unchanged except perhaps a bit more messier then usual. Her work was spread out all over the floor and from the looks of it, it was unimportant. He opened his dresser drawal and pulled out sweatpants, instantly stripping himself and putting them on. Gods, sweatpants were the greatest invention ever created. Besides chocolate. Speaking of which, he opened his bottom drawel and took out his secret stash. Sitting on the bed he quickly dug in the bag and took out a mini snickers, popping it in his mouth. He shut his eyes in satisfaction. If it hadn’t been the woman the reason he returned, it would have been for slacks and chocolate.

He sat back and turned on the TV. Her scent was drowning him, making his nether regions react, reminding him more then ever that it’s been a month and a week since he’s had his mate. Why didn’t this effect her as much as it effects him? Doesn’t she want him anymore? It was a thought that was floating around in his head he tried not to pay attention too, but it was there now, like a neon sign.

Vegeta sighed and popped another piece of chocolate in his mouth and for a moment he was sedated.

But after an hour, and out of chocolate, he was tired of waiting.

Dropping down on the kitchen balcony he peaked in finding her still on the phone gabbing away. She was laughing and smiling and overall it made his blood burn.

He typed in the code and stepped inside, growling violently, “Who are you talking to so damn late? I‘ve been waiting for an hour.”

Bulma hadn’t even jumped at his voice. She didn’t even turn around to awknowledge him. “No, no, it’s just Vegeta. Go on what were you saying? Oh, yeah, yeah. That sounds wonderful. What time? Where? I kind of want to go somewhere far away. There is so much damn publicity around nowadays.” There was a pause and Bulma looked over her shoulder. “Yeah, he’s still there. All right, all right, I’ll talk to him. I miss you too.” That was it. Vegeta stomped quickly over and reached for the phone but Bulma jumped out of the chair, “Okay, I love you goodbye!” She bit out just in time for Vegeta to yank it from her and smash it against the wall.

“Who was that?” He growled.

“Why do you have to break the damn phone all the damn time!” Bulma hollered back going to the cabinet next to the frigerator and took out a new portable phone, placing it on the holder before passing by him in ignorance. She gave him a fake unpleasant smile as the door closed.

Oh, that woman was driving him insane! He came home for this! Why the hell did he hurry his ass back here! Oh, she was pissing him off!

He flew to their bedroom balcony just as she entered the door. “Tell me who that was!”

“What does it matter! You were gone for four months. You didn’t give a ratass then!” She slammed the door to the bathroom.

Vegeta glared with crossed arms, waiting very impatiently for her to exit. He was keeping his words and his thoughts for himself. It was a couple minutes later that she exited. “You were trying to make me jealous.”

She rolled her eyes and walked away. She wore her pajamas now and went to the bed scoffing at all the wrappers that had accumulated there. “You ate the whole bag!” She pushed them all to the floor only to stand straight up when she felt him so close behind her. She held her breath.

“So you still feel for me.” He whispered with such softness that it broke her heart.

She closed her eyes, tears pulling behind her lids but she swallowed them and sighed turning around to look at him. His eyes connected with hers pleading to understand what was going on. She shook her head with a small smile, “That was never a question.” She stepped past him to shut off the bathroom light but that was when she stopped. Her back once again to him. “You promised.” She whispered.

Vegeta came up behind her, “What?”

Bulma turned around, a tear had fallen down upon her cheek. “You promised me that you would come back.”

“And I did.”

She shook her head with a sad smile. “I know.” Her brows knit as her sadness overcame her. “I failed you. I didn’t believe in you.” Bulma passed him, and went out to the balcony where she wrapped her arms around herself, her feet burying in the snow.

Vegeta watched her from his current position. He was making progress but he didn’t like what he was hearing. “Why not?”

She laughed, “Now, if I could figure that out, I wouldn’t be having so much trouble dealing with this.” Vegeta came and stood beside her. “Every battle, that you ever were involved in, you never once promised me. That you’d come back. So every battle, I prepared myself. Prepared myself to deal with your death.” Vegeta had never known that. “But this was no battle. And you promised. So when word was received, that your ship was gone, I simply, gave up. Both my son and husband were dead. And though I searched and desparetly grasped every lead I could. I had already convinced myself that you were gone. And all of it was just to make myself feel better for giving up.”

“It appears you figured it out.” He stated, a bit confused.

“No, no I haven’t. Cause I don’t give up!” She laughed again turning to him, “Vegeta, when have I ever just given up! When! You’ve known for almost twenty-three years. Can you name one time?” She stared at him waiting for an answer but the way he refused to meet her eyes told her, her answer. She looked out to the sky, “Even Goku couldn’t give me answer.”

It was silent for a moment until Vegeta spoke. “Does it matter?” He felt her eyes on her. “So what? Why is it such a big deal?”

She shrugged. “My pride, I guess. You’re not the only that has it.” She laughed suddenly and turned to him with her arms spread wide, “Doesn’t it bother you?” She questioned with large eyes. “Aren’t you embarrassed that your wife is so damn weak? I ruined my life!”

“You ruined nothing. Already you have fixed whatever happened before. Soon this world will forget about it.” She went to the edge of the balcony and leaned on the rail. Vegeta grit his teeth, knowing there was more to say but unsure on how to go about it. He was slightly ashamed that his libido was taking over his thought process. He really just wanted to say the right things that would get her into bed. It was pathetic, before he met the woman he could go weeks, months, or years if necessary without a care to his sexual desires. But after twelve years of getting sex whenever he wanted it, it was hard to break the addiction.

Vegeta came up beside her and gently grabbed her arm. She straightened and turned to him, refusing to look up at him. He gripped her chin and forced her gaze on his. A tear fell from her eye. “You are not weak. You reacted to my death in the same manner I would react to yours. But I am here now. I order you to stop this madness.”

She smiled sadly and shook her head, pulling his hand from her face so she could hang her head. “I’m too ashamed. I can’t expect you to understand. I’m sorry.” She walked away from him.

“Bulma.” She turned back and just smiled before departing out of the room.
Vegeta watched her disappear, unsure of what had just happened and why she had walked away from him. It was making him worry. Why was she doing this? Whatever the reason, he was not going to give up. He wanted his mate back.

Vegeta walked out of the room and opened the door to the spare bedroom where Bulma now resided, lying in bed, curled in a ball. He walked to the side and she hid her face in her pillow. “Please, Vegeta just go away.”

“I went away for a month and then again for a week. I refuse to leave. I do not understand you. But I never have. Whatever this is, it is my doing and I will fix it.”

She looked up at him, “It’s nothing you can fix.”

“This is ridiculous. You have figured out why you were weak. You have punished yourself enough. You will get over whatever it is that is bothering you, and sleep in our bed.” He gripped her arm and hauled her from the mattress but she yanked her arm brutally away.

“You’re only here because you want sex. Well I’m sorry, Vegeta but I don’t give a rat’s ass about your frustrations.”

It was a relief to Vegeta when she screamed at him. Finally, words that sounded familiar. Even the fire in her eyes was lit. Maybe now they could actually get somewhere in this boring conversation.

“I went four months without anything, you can sure as hell go a few more days!”

“You will figure out what the hell your problem is within the next few minutes!”

“You can’t fucking tell me how long I can take. I will take as long as I damn well please to get over it!”

“To get over what!”

“You should fucking know!” Bulma pushed passed him but he grabbed her arm, swinging her around only to receive a shock of a life time. She slapped him savagely across the face. So unprepared he was for it, his head actually turned to the side. Her breathing was heavy, but it was the only sound in the room. Slowly Vegeta straightened himself, catching her glistening eyes. “You broke my heart.” She bit in a angry whisper as tears dropped from her blue skies. “You managed to break my heart.” She yanked her arm from him but her enraged energy suddenly drained and she fell on the bed, covering her face in the pillow.

Vegeta stared at the floor, unsure of what to do. It was a figure of speech he only saw on TV, and had never understood it. And it was a conversation his mate and him had at one particular moment in their early lives that he couldn’t forget. How if he ever managed to break her heart, she would leave him. Forever.

His jaw clenched. Was that what she was planning? Was she trying to figure out words to tell him that she was planning on ditching him? However, as he went through the list she had mentioned in that very long conversation about all the things that he could do to break her heart, dying had not been one of them. And fake dying wasn’t one either.

Vegeta turned to her, her blue eyes staring upon the floor as she laid there, picking at the fabric of the blanket. He was so confused. He hated feeling like this. His mate was in such distress and here he was just staring at her with no way of knowing how to fix it. He hadn’t felt this helpless in years.

Vegeta contemplated for the longest time. Usually whenever he does something he shouldn’t have done he takes her to bed and makes her forget all about it. And that was something he terribly wanted to do. But initiating sex would only prove to her that she was right about him only wanting sex, which wasn’t the case any longer. He sighed mentally. This was just too much. Coming back from his crazy adventure in space that had only lasted a couple weeks in his head, only to deal with this crazy woman that laid out in bed.

Why had he left in the first place. Now it just didn’t seem necessary. The words of his mother came into his head. If he had just waited a few more days he wouldn’t of had to leave. And this wouldn’t have happened.

Vegeta went to the desk in the corner and grabbed the chair, taking it over to the side of the bed and setting it down before sitting in it. Bulma peaked her eye out to see what he was doing. Her brow knit in confusion. Vegeta sighed. “When we crashed. The boy was taken from me.” She lifted her head with even more bewilderment showing on her feature. He had not mentioned that part on the video phone. “He was given a disease. And it killed him.” Bulma gasped. “It tortured him at first. And he fought against it for as long as he could. But he did not survive it.” He lowered his eyes to the floor. “I felt the boy die.”

His whisper caused Bulma to blink a tear and she sat up holding a hand to her mouth. She knew Trunks was fine now, though she didn’t know how. But she could see just how real it had been for Vegeta. He is trying to make her understand something. That though she was hurt herself, this event had broken him. To even experience something as tragic as that was enough to reach out to him. She put a hand on his thigh but she didn’t know what else to do. “My mother, gave him back.” Vegeta finally stated.

“You saw your mother?” She whispered with a excited smile, no matter how small it was. He nodded in reply and it was silent for a bit after that. “My mother died.” Vegeta’s eyes were on her, wide. Her lip trembled but she swallowed even as tears rolled down her face. “Last month. That’s when I started drinking. And that was when Goku took Bra away from me. I told him too. I hit her.” Her brows knit in her distress as she thought back to it. Bulma looked to him. “I hit our daughter, Vegeta.” Vegeta had already known this. Kakarot had told him everything, except about the woman’s mother. “I was so sure you weren’t coming back. And Dente wouldn’t let me use the Dragon Balls. Because we going to need them soon. For what, I have no idea. I didn’t care. I tried to find you, I really did. Everything just fell apart.” Bulma looked at him, unable to hide her need to be close to him. Her hand lowered to his arm and she pulled gently but enough for him to rise from the chair and lay down with her. He rested his body upon her, keeping himself from crushing her by laying on his elbows. “I think the reason I gave up. Was because…” Bulma stalled much to Vegeta’s disappointment. She looked at him. “Life wasn’t suppose to keep going It didn’t stop, not for moment. And I kept going. I normally have such anger in my heart, it saves me from the pain. But I wasn’t angry. I thought death, was what you wanted. I couldn‘t be angry at that.”

Vegeta brows knit in confusion. “Why?”

“You were so determined to get your forgiveness. If you were to die, to allow them their revenge, it would make you happy. And that‘s all I ever wanted.”

Vegeta backed off the bed, standing and crossing his arms in aggravation. “I told you the reason I left. I told I would return. Where did I ever once say, I planned to die?”

She shook her head and looked down. “You didn’t.”

“So this pain is your fault, not mine.” He growled slamming the chair back under the desk and walking out of the room.

Bulma was right on his heals following him into the bedroom. “But you wanted that. You’ve always wanted that!” He turned to her with folded arms, allowing her to explain what she meant. “You suffered for so many years. You learned long ago that revenge can only be gotten if you beat your opponet. Tell me I’m wrong, Vegeta.” She waited but he said nothing. “So what was I suppose to believe?”

“What I told you. Do you think I would have told you I’d come back if I had no intention of doing so?”

“That’s not the point. You went out there to get forgiveness. I believed you would fight, try to prove yourself and you would get overpowered by all that wanted revenge and die an honorable death. Isn‘t that what you want?”

Vegeta stepped closer, his nose just an inch from hers. He bared his white fangs as he growled “You apparently have been absent the last ten years. You learned nothing.”

“You’re getting mad at me, because I’m right. You expected to die. You didn’t want to, I know that. You want to be me with me. But you couldn’t without facing all that hate you. But you went there expecting to die. And you left, leaving me, to wait for it. I couldn’t hate you for it. It was the most selfish, selfless thing you have ever done. And I was proud of you. But the thing that hurt me, the reason I stopped living. Was because Trunks was taken from me. The only one that reminds me so much of you. He has your heart, and that’s what I need to keep living. As long as I had him, I had you.”

Vegeta didn’t know how to respond. He knew it had been a bad idea to bring Trunks. But he needed Trunks to finally understand him. It would have been his only chance. Now, it was his fault his boy was damaged, and it was his fault his mate was broken. How was it that he continued to ruin everything?

Vegeta turned to the balcony doors. He didn’t what to do anymore. When at last he figured out his point in life, his reason for being here, the gods throw another curve ball at him.

“Vegeta.” He stalled. Bulma came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Don’t go.”

Vegeta turned his head to the side, seeing her out of the corner of his eye. “I thought you wanted me to go.”

She maneuvered herself to his front. “Part of me does. Because I am still so ashamed. But I figured out why I became so weak. So now, I can face you again. I don’t want you to leave me again.” She reached up and kissed him just barely on the lips Her body shook in desire and fear. Desire that has been locked away for four months and fear that he might reject her for being so weak.

Vegeta closed his eyes, undecided on what to do. How many more times was he going to be a disappointment? How many more times was he going to unintentionally hurt her? How many more times is he going to see her cry?

He sighed as a hand rested on the back of her head, mixing in her blue tresses, deepening the kiss greatly. No matter how many times he does any of that, there will always be make-up sex to make it all worth it.

Vegeta swiped her legs from under her, lifting to bring her to the bed. He set her down lightly, covering her form with his. He felt her large breasts press against him and her hands pressed tightly on his back. But he pulled back from the kiss to look down at her. Her cheeks burned with her desire and she panted lightly. He rested on his elbows, keeping himself from crushing her. Her blue eyes pleaded with him to continued but he stayed put until finally he found his voice. “I cannot promise you that I will not die. But I will promise, that I will never leave again.”

She closed her eyes as a tear escaped and she smiled brightly. “That’s all I ask.” She whispered, shoving her lips on his finding his passion for her instantly his tongue touched hers. Her body trembled, lifting his shirt, and touching his soft skin that she had missed so much.

But he suddenly pulled away to look down at her. She questioned with knitted brows. “Who were you talking to?” Bulma laughed hysterically, wrapping him up in a hug.

She kissed his cheek, “I was talking to your son.” And upon that mention she shoved him away, “Trunks died! When were you going to tell me that, Vegeta! If ever! I thought you said you were going to protect him, what happened to that! You are fucking lucky he’s okay or I would have been--” Vegeta, though finding her outburst humorous enough, silenced her with his lips and she moaned against him once again wrapping him up in her arms.

She certainly had a way with her damaged Prince.