Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Never Give Up ❯ Chapter 18 ( Chapter 18 )

I NEVER GIVE UP

By: AMCM74

Chapter 18

Bulma was getting really worried about Bra. Looking over at her daughter's bedroom door Bulma let out a long sigh. Bra hardly did anything. The young vibrant girl was gone, in her place was and sorrowful creature with tortured eyes. Trunks and Pan had left a week ago for America and Aiko had been staying with them at Capsule Corp. The baby was loud and boisterous. Bra seemed unable to handle Aiko's presence. Bulma knew that was the cause was exactly. Bra had been hoping the she might be pregnant. Sadly all hopes of that ended a few days ago. It had been her last possible connection to Mark, aside from the corvette that was in a garage covered but a thick tarp. Bra had been out a few times to see it. She would pull back the tarp and examine the vehicle. The tarp would go back on it and Bra would return to the house. The other thing she clung to was the huge blue sapphire that never left her neck. Bulma didn't know when Bra had gotten it from Mark. The only thing Bra had told her about it was that mark had given it to her. Bulma leaned against the wall and worried. Bra could no go on like this. It was like watching glass slip through and hourglass. Time was running out. Bra was about to do something drastic. Suicide was Bulma's worst fear. It had prompted her to having Bra see a counselor. Which Bra had refuse to do and Vegeta, as usual had back his daughter up. She could still remember how it played out. Bra had walked in from her visit to the corvette and Bulma had stood up and said softly "Bra, honey. I want to talk to you."

Bra had stopped immediately step and looked over at her mother. It was obvious Bra was hoping for some god news. Bulma had felt bad instantly. "I want you see a counselor. Try to help you through these feeling you are having."

"No." Bra had simply tossed her head from side to side.

"You need to talk to some one, Bra. You have confided in no one. We are al worried about you. Please." Bulma had moved to her daughter but Vegeta stood up and moved into Bulma's path.

"You daughter said no." Vegeta stood string in his resolve.

Bra had once again returned to her room leaving Bulma and Vegeta to duke it out in one of the most vicious verbal augments they had ever had. In the end Vegeta and Bra had won.

Bulma was snapped from her musing. It was about time she got Aiko away from Vegeta. Any longer and the child would be firing tiny ki blasts all over the place.

Bulma located Vegeta on the lawn with Aiko. He was tossing her up in the air and catching the giggling child. Bulma scream and ran over "Vegeta STOP!" He caught Aiko and looked over at Bulma. "You can't do that! She is too little for that kinds of play. You could hurt her head."

"Of course I could, if I dropped her. Which I will not." Aiko was rocking in his arms and pointing up to the sky. "You worry to much woman."

Bulma pointed a finger at Vegeta "I have raise tow children with practically no help from you. I know about babies. You can't go around throwing them around like a sack of potatoes."

Aiko stop her rocking to look at her grandmother moving toward her in and angry stride. Her little hands clasp into her grandfather's armor in a death grip. Vegeta laughed at Bulma tried to extract the child from her perch on his chest.

"I think she likes you better." Bulma let go as Aiko began to cry. "What have you done to her?"

"Nothing woman!" Vegeta snapped

Aiko looked at Vegeta to Bulma, narrowing her eyes like Vegeta the baby said clearly "NO."

Bulma stepped back and her jaw dropped. "She spoke."

Vegeta let out a snort "Of course she spoke. They all do at some time." Putting her feet on the ground he let go and Aiko collapsed to the ground. "It's getting them to walk that is the hard part."

Bulma watched Aiko push up to her knees and crawl across the lawn. "She is only six months old Vegeta. SIX MONTHS!"

The Saiyan Prince crossed his arms and watched his granddaughter making her escape and wished right about then he could do the same as Bulma continued to rant in his ear.



Pan wrapped the robe around her waist and ran for the door. Trunks had left and hour ago for a meeting so she was at the townhouse on her own. Pulling open the door she froze as her eyes met Melody. "What do you want?"

Melody looked nervous as she stood there. "I can to talk to your husband about Global."

Pan tossed her hair over her shoulder "Well he is not here, but you can come in. I have a few questions myself, if you care to answer them."

Melody smiled a bit. "You probably have more answers then I do."

Pan pulled the door wide and Melody stepped in. "I was making some tea in the Kitchen. It is through that door over there. Please go make yourself comfortable while I get dressed."

Melody nodded. She watched as the other woman walked away. Melody had done a bit of research on the Briefs. Pan Briefs was only recently married to Trunks Briefs. Melody had learned that Trunks had been considered one of the world most eligible bachelors. Melody had been shocked t learn that her brother, Mark had been right up there with Trunks. All this time she had never known him. Mark had a perfect life from the out side. Melody walked in to the kitchen and sat down heavily. Still her mother said he had lived a bad lifestyle. Melody had to know for sure. The Briefs didn't seem to be bad at all. In fact all she had learned they were a very close family. The only thing about them was they were successful in almost everything they did. The tea pt was beginning to whistle. Melody stood and moved to turn it off. Turning away she saw Pan standing at the door.

"It was whistling." Melody could think of nothing else to say.

Pan nodded. "I want to ask you about Mark."

Melody moved back over t her chair and sat down. "I can sum that up really quick. I never knew he ever existed until your family told me that day at the hospital."

Pan frowned "Nothing? You never even saw a paper with his name on it or anything."

"No." Melody watched as Pan made the tea. "I knew our money came form the Global company and that my mother was widowed by Thomas Devero. My own father is Jonathan Sanders. They met a few years after Mr. Devero's death. They had a short relationship. Mom was not ready to let go of Thomas. My father tells me he begged her to marry him repeatable but she always refused."

Pan blinked. "Your father is alive?"

Melody took the tea being offered her and laughed "Yes. He lives in Florida. HE is a sun and surf kind a guy. HE keeps taking about Hawaii so O am not sure how much longer he will be there."

"Did he know anything about Mark?" Pan sat down and looked over at Melody with renewed interest.

Melody looked thoughtful. "I am not sure. He never talks about my mother when I am with him. It brings up bad memories for him."

Pan leaned back in her chair "Really!"