Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Never Give Up ❯ Chapter 30 ( Chapter 30 )

I NEVER GIVE UP

By: AMCM74

Chapter 30

Vegeta sighed as he walked through the front door at capsule Corps. What ever he had been expecting from Pan's rage this was not it. She had grabbed her daughter's hand and Instant Transmission away from him. Those dark eyes of Pan's burning into him, he knew she was not done with him. Still the deed was done. Aiko was powerful enough to protect herself from any possible attack. That would be if they even recognized her as Aiko Briefs. She was so much bigger now. It was not something Vegeta had focused on in the time chamber as he trained the child. Now as he thought back on the time he had spent with the girl realized she was much larger then when they had left. To him it has been a gradual change nothing noticeable. As he picked up a picture from a desk in the living room, he grimaced. Aiko taken only days before he had left with her. Aiko was sitting in a puffy white dress. Her eyes shining with annoyance were still the same. But every other faucet of this child was different, her hands no longer pudgy and small. Aiko's face was much thinner now too. Sitting down heavily, he looked at the picture and wondered. Would he ever see the little hellion again? If Pan got her way in this situation, probably not. Trunks reaction to this mess would probably be just as bad. Then there would be...

"Vegeta." Bulma walked into the room "Where have you been? Pan has been looking all over for you and Aiko."

Vegeta stared straight ahead. Now it would come, the true payment for his crimes. If only he had some cotton balls for his ears to defend himself with.

Pan scrubbed on Aiko's head trying to think of a way to break this new to Trunks. A vase over his head might make the perfect scenario. After all, he was the one who told her Aiko would be safe with Vegeta. On the other hand he had not thought that time would be almost tow years of Aiko's little life.

"Grandpa was never so rough." Aiko complained as Pan pulled her hands away. "You don't have to try ripping ever strand out."

Pan frowned "You are not to talk to me in that tone young lady."

Aiko snorted looked away from her mother. "Grandpa says that too. Can I see him now?"

Pan almost choked on her rage. If Aiko ever saw Vegeta against would be at his funeral all decked out with casket and flowers. "No. You are going to stay here with me until your father returns from a business trip he is on. Then we will take you over to visit your grandparents."

Aiko stood up and grabbed a towel "But I want to go now. Why do I have to wait for my father? Does he have a new technique to show me? Is he really strong?"

Pan stared as the girl wrapped the towel around her stepped out of the tub. "Aiko, I know this is hard on you, baby..."

"First off I am not a baby." Aiko looked around and picked up the pink and white striped shirt Pan had gotten for her and blinked "Secondly what is this?"

Pan was almost on the verge of tears. She didn't know what to do cry or slap the girl in front of her. She took the shirt from Aiko. Crying would only be taken as a sign of weakness and slapping her would do no good. Because Pan seriously doubt after two years of training, with Vegeta, it would affect the child. "This is your shirt. You will wear this and the other things I have laid out for you." Pan gave Aiko a no nonsense tone.

Aiko's bottom lip popped out. "These are not for training."

Pan nodded and pulled the shirt over her daughters head "No, they are not. You won't be training for a while. I want you to take a break from it for a while."

"I can't break! I will fall behind and then I will never be a Super Saiyan!" Aiko panicked and started to cry. Huge ice blue tears welling up in her tiny eyes. "Grandpa says if you want to be as strong as him you have to train every day, and try really hard. I want to be like my grandpa. I want to be strong too."

Pan gasped at the fierce reaction. So, the child did have a weak point. Pan pulled Aiko into her arms and brushed Aiko's head with her hand `SHH SHH there, there Aiko. If you are good I will take you over to see your grandfather tonight."

Aiko sniffed and her sobbing eased "really?"

Pan pulled back and nodded "Now let's get you dressed. I need to call your father."

Aiko nodded rubbing tears away "You are not going to tell anyone I cried, are you?"

Pan smiled `No Aiko, I'm not."



Mark emerged from the shower a restored man. He was still shaking from his with drawl. He expected it would be a while before he was completely cleared of these effects on his being. He looked around the room and saw Bra coming into the room with bags in her hands "Shopping?" Mark rubbed the huge white bath towel over his head as he watched her looking up in surprise.

"I thought you would have been in there longer. The way you were carrying on about a shower, I thought I was going to have to drag you out." Bra tossed the back to the bed and smiled *Those are for you. *

Mark nodded "Thank you. You take such good care of me." Mark completely missed the fact Bra was using the bond. This was not at all surprising, because he still had no idea how totally and thoroughly she had bonded him to her. Mark walked over and began looking at the bag "tell me what you have in here." *Aside from the entire store*

Bra bit her lower lip to keep from laughing. Part of her was in anxious worry over breaking the news of the bond to him. Another part was delighted that he was adapting so well to it. "I just got you everything I think you will need. Trunks wants to go straight to Japan. He does not think it is safe for you to stay in the States, right now."

"So Trunks is protecting me." Mark chuckled and opened some of the bags. "WOW, it is like Christmas in here!"

Bra stared as the towel around Mark's waist dipped a bit as he rummaged through the bags. Bra let eyes trailing over his form with a wicked delight. His imprisonment in the hospital had dropped off some of his muscular mass, but his frame remained strong. His shoulders were broad, giving way to the rippling muscles of his back. Turning to face her, a shirt in his hands, he graced her with a clear shot at his expansive chest. The sight of him like this left Bra's world rocking. He lifted his eyes to her "Bra, baby are you alright. You look a bit flush."

Walking up to him, she ripped the shirt from his hands and pushed him down on the bed following him down with a possessive kiss. Mark did not hesitate to embraced his beloved as he returned her adore with wild abandon. They lay like that for long moments, kissing and touching each other. Each assure the other of the connection they had felt before was still there alive and powerful before them.

*Mark* Bra reached out to him. She felt him flinch under her as the mental part of their bond pressed in on him. * Mark, I know you heard me* She became aware of the sensation flowing through his being. Shock, pleasure. Panic, delight. Fear, desire. All flowed through him as he pushed her back and blinked at her. * She is talking in my head! *

Bra stared at him her eyes clear and bright as she touched his chest *It is the Saiyan Bond* She watched his green eyes leveling on her and growing dark in confusion * remember when I told you it was too late for you and Pan*

Mark nodded "Yes.. Yes I do." He was breathing in shirt shallow breaths. Something about this seems comforting and yet never racking. "I thought you meant they were going to be married. I also thought that was when you decided you wanted me for your self."

Bra smiled * I knew they were bonding. It is who Saiyans chose a life mate. Once the bond is formed there is no way to undo it. *

*It is forever* Mark's chin shot up with his understanding *that is what you did the night before the surgery. You were so fiery that night. So intent. So demanding. *

Bra sat up and turned her back to face him "I have to admit that was not me from that time. It was only a few day ago my time. I traveled back in time to stop you from going through with that horrid surgery." She felt his hands on her shoulders trying to console her. She raised her left hand to touch his. "I would have done anything's thought if I bonded with you I could stop you. I was wrong. It took too much out of me. I slept to long." She turned to face him. On her knees, she knelt before him on the bed and rested her forehead to his. "I arrive to late to stop the surgery, but not to late to realize we had all be duped into believing you were dead."

"So that is how you found me." Mark took a deep breath "Why it took you so long to come for me."

Bra nodded "As soon as I returned here, I could feel your anguish and torment."

"As I felt you through all the miles and distance. I tried baby I did. I knew you where hurting. I tried to reach you. In my head, it seemed crazy. But my heart, it refused to stop calling to you. As if it believed you could hear me."

Bra cried huge tears of guilt. "If I had not been so stubborn and bonded with you I would have felt it. I would have heard you. Your heart was right. But because of my stubborn pride I hurt you!" She cried against his chest. Huge heaving sobs. "Can you ever forgive me for my selfishness. I never meant it to cause you such pain."

Mark rocked her against him *The bond is forever; you are mine. For that I would suffer anything. The Price I pay is nothing to me." With love shining in his eyes, he pulled her down with him. "We have waited to long as it is."

Nodding in agreement, she gave her self up to him. The sadness of month washed away in the tidal wave of tow lovers reclaiming that which had been stolen moment that had been stolen from them.

Gina stared at her lawyers. "So he was at Fellows." She looked over the papers that had been faxed to her. "I had no idea." She wanted to cry. She really had no idea he had been there. He was supposed to be dead. Bundlers, idiots. She raged in her head.

"Do you need a moment?" her lawyer mistaking the tears in her eyes for joy at the news of her son's miraculous survival.

Gina shook her head "No. No, I just want to know why he was there." She asked using a tissue to wipe away her tears. All those months of planning destroyed by those fools she had hired and a second rate PI.

"These reports state his was not mentally sound. Several Doctor have examined him and found him violent and dangerous. They left him there believing he was a determinant to society."

Gina looked up `is he out of there now?"

One of the lawyers nodded to her "You daughter and Bra Briefs signed him out."

Gina tilted her head "Did they have the right to do that?"

"Actually no. You being his next of kin are the only on that can legally sign his release forms." The man frowned "But they thought you would file charges if he was not realized immediately."

Gina nodded "So if I fail to give my consent to his released?"

"He goes back in the institution until he is deemed sane on his own accord or you sign him out."

Gina nodded. Things were looking up.