Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Gone ❯ A lost Memory ( Chapter 3 )

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

A/N: it continues.... (sigh) lol

Trunks scurried away from his mother who seemed to be having the hysterics at the moment. She looked pale beyond belief, and the thing that terrified him out the most was the fact that there was blood coming out of her eyes, instead of tears, and there was a strange mark on her neck. Some sort of native language he never encountered before.

"M-mom??" he croaked, rubbing his shoulders. She had managed to hurt him. He grabbed a blanket, and wrapped it around her securely. Bulma's eyes flew open in surprise.

"Why do you call me that??" Her voice was raspy from yelling.

"You're... my mother, and... my dad's out in the gravity room training..." Trunks explained.

"I'm... your mother??" She shook her head. "No... how??? I don't... I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM!!!" she shouted, putting her face into her hands. Trunks continued to stare at Bulma with amazement, but the thought of her not remembering who he was... chilled his heart. How can she not remember her own son?? Why??

She grasped his collars, pulling him down towards her. "Tell me. Who am I, where am I, and most importantly, who are you???" Bulma asked desperately.

"M-mom..." he choked on his sob.

The door to his bedroom flew opened, and they both looked at the same time to see who the intruder was. It was Vegeta, and his face was beginning to pale at the sight before him. Trunks had never seen this blank expression on his father before. It was though he had just died right before his eyes.

Bulma stared at Vegeta with great interest. Perhaps it was hair that caught her attention.

Quickly she turned to the sobbing boy, and shook his shoulders. "Please tell me...." she urged the young boy, wiping her face with her free hand. "Please... I need to know... " Her face flushed as she fell flat against Trunks, the blanket now falling freely to the ground. Trunks held her up in place by the shoulders, and placed the blanked over her naked figure once again. He breathed a sigh, and stared at his slowly paling father.

They didn't speak. It was as though they were speaking with their minds.

"She's ... alive..." Trunks managed to speak, his throat dry.

Vegeta advanced towards Trunks, and the unconscious Bulma, and he took her in his arms, studying the confused look in her face. Her body was warm and delicate against his arms, and he couldn't help but let out a gasp. She was real... she wasn't just... some fragment of his imagination. She was real. Flesh and blood, there she was... she was alive.

"Go get some towels." Vegeta finally spoke.

Trunks winced at the icy tone of his father. He got up quickly, and scrambled out the door.

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"Her organs are still in tact. She seems to be... perfectly fine." Dr. Briefs said calmly, as he examined Bulma, who was laying on a cot. Mrs. Briefs was holding Trunks in her arms, sobbing awfully loud, and Vegeta was hiding in the shadows somewhere, his arms crossed over his chest. Trunks kept his gaze on him the whole time.

"I don't understand the markings on her neck though..."

Trunks bit his lip. He never mentioned anything about the necklace, and how it had brought Bulma back to life. Everyone was just too shocked and overwhelmed to notice anyway. This gave him plenty of time to think of what to tell them. That is... if it was necessary.

Bulma finally awoke from her unconscious state, and she blinked at the white robe she had on. Then she stared at the others with a confused look in her face. Trunks couldn't help but let out a tiny laugh. "Mom, you look funny!!"

Bulma cocked her head at this. She averted her gaze from him for a split second, and her eyes rested on Vegeta, who stared back at that precise moment. She arched her eyebrow in question, and he just shrugged his shoulders, and left. Bulma put her legs over the cot, and grasped the mattress firmly.

"Bulma??"

She shook her head. She noticed the three of them staring at her intensely, and realized that 'Bulma' must have been her name of some sort.

"Bulma." Dr. Briefs called out her name again.

"I... I don't know," she murmured shyly, rubbing her arm delicately.

"Get some rest... here, I'll show you to your room."

"My... room??"

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Bulma stopped in front of her bedroom, and gazed into it, as though gazing into the future. She nearly toppled over as she gazed at all the pictures adorning the bedroom. They all looked like her. There was one specific picture that grabbed at her interest. It was right beside the bed. In the picture was herself, the young boy, and the strange man with the strange hair. She picked it up, and placed her palm on the center of it, feeling the cool texture of it.

"What are you dong here??"

She quickly turned around at the harsh voice, placing the picture over her chest. Again, the strange man was staring at her with that same strange look, that spread a certain warmness all over her body. He gazed at her chest, and noticed the picture she was holding. It infuriated him.

"Give it here!!"

She gulped, and handed the picture to him, flinching when he snatched it from her prying fingers. He gave the picture a look, and snarled. "If I see you touching this again, I swear I'll rip your head off, and tear it to pieces."

Her breath hitched at his threat. Who was this man, and why was he treating her so.... cruelly?? And besides, she had the right to touch it. She was in the picture!!!

"I'm sorry. I just.. I just picked it up, because I noticed that I was in it." Bulma responded bluntly.

Vegeta placed it into his spandex, and glared at her. "What gives you the right to answer me in that tone, wench??"

"Mom??"

Trunks walked into the room, holding a dozen of lilacs in his hand. Vegeta frowned at him as he strode over to Bulma. He handed the flowers to her with a blush spreading across his features.

"Since you like these so much, I... thought I'd get you some," he murmured shyly. Bulma took the flowers from him, and pressed them against her nose, taking a whiff of them. The smell spread another warmness all over her body, and she smiled at the young, blushing boy.

"They smell wonderful," she said in a sing-song manner.

"Well I better go to bed now. Goodnight."

"Night," she whispered, waving as he departed. She placed the lilacs on the cabinet, and rested herself on the bed. There was so many things going through her mind at the moment, it was hard for her to gage into a conversation. Especially since Vegeta was staring at her like a madman about to go loose. But then something else happened that chilled her to the bone.

He was beginning to undress right in front of her.

"H-hey!!!" She shouted, as he began to remove his spandex pants, but at the same time, she couldn't help but marvel at his body. His chest was just rippling with muscles, she wanted to reach out and touch them.

"What??"

"You're undressing." She was surprised to hear her own voice. It was low, and slightly husky.

"So??" he murmured, pulling down his pants. Bulma's eyes quickly rested below his waistline, though he didn't seem to notice.

"In front of me," she managed to say.

"Well get used to it." He threw himself in the bed next to her, lifting the covers over himself. Bulma followed suit, without complaining this time, and turned the other way, grasping the blanket with a tight grip, she swore she could hear it ripping.

She moved into a more comfortable position, and felt his bare back graze on her back. The mere sensation of his flesh on hers gave her goose bumps.

Vegeta tried to make himself go to sleep, but his raging hard on wouldn't let him do so. It had been so long since he had last seen Bulma, just seeing her in the flimsy clothing made him want to rip her clothes off, and place his cock into her heated sex. He gritted his teeth at the mere thought of it.

But altogether, he knew it was wrong. She had lost her memory, and pressuring her into sex would probably scare her off. Besides... it wouldn't be the same as before... things were much different between them now. She wasn't the same Bulma anymore. She was a stranger to him. And that... really pissed him off.

But one thought was lingering in the back of his mind.

Just how the hell did she even come back???

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Bulma walked out into the terrace, and breathed in fresh morning air. It felt cool against her heated skin, she wrapped a blanket across her shoulders. This place was so unknown to here, yet she felt as though she was at home.

Vegeta walked into the bedroom, and observed her from the doorway. She turned around quickly, when she felt hot needles on the back of her neck. "Oh hi... uh... I forgot your name." She murmured shyly. When he didn't say anything, she clasped her hands together. "I'm sorry, I just... seem to forget things nowadays. What was your name again?"

Vegeta bit back an insult. "Vegeta."

She clasped her hands more firmly now. "Oh Vegeta. I remember now!! Yes... Is there... something you wanted to talk about??" She asked, registering him closely.

"No."

The door behind Vegeta sprung open, and in came Trunks with a vase full of lilacs. She placed them beside her bed, and admired them.

"Oh, they're beautiful!!"

Trunks blushed. "Oh, it was nothing."

Without a warning, Trunks jumped into her arms, nearly making her topple her over. Bulma smiled faintly, and ran her fingers through his hair. She didn't know why he was so attached to her, but something about him made her really happy inside. She hugged him even tighter.

"I'm glad you're back mom." Trunks cried. "I really... missed you."

A honk was heard from outside, and Trunks looked up nervously. "Uh-oh, I gotta got to school."

This disappointed Bulma greatly. She wanted to spend more time with him. It was funny how she had grown very attached to him, and she only met him just yesterday.

When Trunks left, she closed the window, and wrapped the blanket over herself again. It was growing chilly again, plus her stomach was growling. She hadn't had anything to eat for a while. But she didn't know if she wanted to leave or not. Being in Vegeta's presence was making her very anxious.

She averted her gaze to the door. "I'm going to get something to eat."

She stared at the ground while walking towards the door, when a hand suddenly stopped her. She froze, and felt an arm snake around her waist, and she felt his other hand play with her hair. She gulped, and pulled away.

"Not so fast. I'm not finished with you." He whispered in her ear.

"N-no." was all she could manage to say, as she felt her heart beat faster.

He sniffed her hair, and pressed his lips against her neck, breathing in her scent curiously. He backed away, his eyes now filled with anger. She trembled under his gaze.

"You may look like, smell like, and even taste like her... but you're not her. Definitely not." Vegeta said, backing away from her. Bulma blinked at him in utter confusion, and placed her hands on her hips. "What are you talking about??"

"I certainly won't fall for your tricks, wench." And with that, he left, and Bulma clamped her hand over her mouth, biting back the tears that were threatening to come out.

If only I knew who I am....

A/N: if you guys are confused as to what is happening, Bulma has completely lost her memory, and Vegeta is mad at the fact that she doesn't remember him, and because he is still not sure that she is the real thing. i hope i haven’t confused anyone... okay, reviews are welcomed if you want me to continue :D