Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It Was Supposed To Be Forever ❯ Chapter 8
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Revenge Fic | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 659 | Status: Work In Progress
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It Was Supposed To Be Forever
Chapter 8
Written by Gokusgirl
Goten sat Indian style on the grass next to his best friend. He watched as Trunks wiped his nose and sniffle sadly, keeping his eyes on the blades of grass in front of him that moved in the afternoon breeze. Goten for once was really at a loss for words, he never thought that he and Trunks would ever encounter a problem as serious as this. He knew little about his own father; but he did know that Goku loved his Mother deeply and would never leave her. But something wasn't right; Trunks said his Father left because he'd done something wrong…what on earth could he do to make him leave? Regardless to how it may have seemed to the demi Saiyan, he had to be there for this fearless little friend, which appeared to be crumbling apart before his very eyes.
Goten knew how hard Trunks trained to please his father; he wanted him to feel proud of him so badly that he went as far as mimicking his father stride, stance and attitude when they trained together. Goten made on qualms of it; and knew that between the both of them, Trunks was the better fighter. But he could never grasp why Trunks had to work so hard for Vegeta's affection. Maybe it was more to it than he imagined. And seeing his friend cry, over what he claims was his fault was one of the many suspicions Goten had about it all along. Smiling timidly, he patted Trunks on his shoulder.
"Well…" Goten began with uncertainty. "What are you going to do about it?"
Trunks blinked, turning to face his friend. "I…I don't know. Maybe I should go talk to him…and tell him I'm sorry."
"I don't know," Goten said shaking his head. "What if he doesn't want to talk to you?"
Trunks shoulders slumped, and he sighed. That was true…taking to his Father was sometimes the same as talking to a brick wall. He thought for a moment, and his face lit up with an idea.
"Hey, what if you go talk to him?"
"No way!" Goten yelled, nearly falling over. "I'm too scared of your Daddy!"
"Ah, come on…" Trunks said with a smirk. "He's a bit intimidating…but he won't do anything to you, except maybe tell you to go straight to hell."
"Okay, but we need to devise a plan on how we're going to do this," Goten said flopping backwards, landing on his back. Trunks replied with a small nod and laid down beside him, and they both watched the clouds drift by as they thought up a plan to make things right…
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Vegeta landed in the remote section of the forest near sunset. He stood motionless for a moment, and then he began to look at the beautiful surroundings that laid before him. The lush, green vegetation, the crisp country air, a few birds breaking through the sky as they rustled out of the bushes…it was breathtaking. And it was about all he could stand. Too much of everything reminded him of her, and he hated that. He walked over to the small stream and knelt down to wash his face and take a drink, suddenly seeing the image of Bulma with weakling flash in his mind. He growled. Doesn't the woman know that she was signing his death warrant by being with him? He could sense she wasn't interested in him…but for how long will that last? He knew her cycle perfectly…and it would be within a matter of days when she would peak. Being with her all these years had been an extreme benefit for Bulma; and her sexual appetite was even stronger than his. By them being bonded, they could only lust for each other…and at her time of peaking, nothing could tear them away from each other, completion was the only thing they would strive for until the cycle was over. But what if…
Bah…Vegeta thought to himself sternly. The woman won't submit to that weakling. Even though he felt her pain this afternoon when she saw him with Sapphra, she wouldn't be revengeful and go scurrying off with the human to get back at him. Vegeta crossed his arms, a sinking feeling in this gut paled him. He remembered the devastated look on Bulma's face, and how she left so abruptly. He wanted to piss her off, but he got more than he asked for. Well, at least I've proven a point to the woman, Vegeta thought assuredly. His frown deepened. But maybe I shouldn't have done it…
He turned and walked through a narrow path in the bushes that led to a small cave. He shook his head. He had lived in worse conditions, but he had grown rather fond of his soft comfortable bed at the CC, with his woman curled up against him…but he was glad he remembered this spot.
Before entering, he picked up some pieces of wood to make a small fire, and his stomach growled. He totally forgot he hadn't eaten today…and he wished he had that lunch with Sapphra. If he got too hungry, he decided to do some late night hunting of the woodland creatures…something he did when he was younger and was done because he had no choice, he had to survive. He walked in, placing the pieces of firewood up in a semi-tee pee fashion before lighting them with a small ki blast. The dark cave lit up, the lights from the flames danced all over, showing Vegeta the soft moss that laid nearby. Then he remembered how he found this desolate cave, and how he showed it to Bulma as a gift one evening many years ago. They made love in that cave, on that very patch of moss. Bulma had confessed that night her love for him, and the only time he ever said it, he told her he loved her as well. He claimed her that night as his soul mate, his life; so long ago…it saddened his heart to relive it all over again.
Vegeta plopped down on the moss, kicking off his boots and removing his gloves. He stretched for a few minutes, trying to work out any tight or constraining muscles he had before laying back. He folded his arms under his head and yawned as he stared up at the cave's ceiling. Before he fell asleep, he let his mental block to her down for just a moment …
…Bulma…
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His thoughts swept across her like a quiet whisper, and then it was gone. She sat up frantically on her bed, wiping her tears. He spoke to her. But as she tried to reach out to him, his block had flown back up. It only got her to crying more, and this time harder. She rolled over, grabbing his pillow, her tears wetting it. As she rubbed her face into the pillow, she could smell his unmistakable aroma and it instantly enraged her. She sat up and threw the pillow across the room, hating herself for loving that scent, for loving that man…but how could he argue with her that he wasn't with Sapphra and then walk into the same restaurant she was at with her on his arm? Bulma narrowed her eyes with anger as she envisioned Sapphra's arm tightly around his…the bitch. So she finally got what she was after, after all these years, Sapphra succeeded where she failed.
Bulma was suddenly snapped out her thoughts when she heard the intercom ring. She reached over to the nightstand flipping the talk button on to her receiver.
"Yes?" Bulma said as brightly as she could.
"Miss Brief, there's a man at the gate named Brent that wants to see you. Shall I send him up to the estate?" The security guard queried.
"Um…yeah," Bulma said rolling her eyes. "Let him in and have him wait in the sunroom."
"Yes, ma'am."
Bulma jumped up, dashing to the bathroom to wash her face and straighten her hair before going downstairs. She really didn't feel like company, but she owed Brent an explanation for her sudden exit at the restaurant earlier.
"Hi Brent!" Bulma said pleasantly as she walked into the sunroom. Brent smiled as he stood to greet her; his arms open for an embrace. Bulma stopped and looked at his gesture, feeling a bit hesitant. She smiled, and quickly leaned in to give him a quick hug. He tried to pull her close to him, but Bulma gave him a light pat on his arm as she broke away.
"Did I come at a bad time?" Brent asked with concern.
"Oh, no…please, have a seat," Bulma said showing him over to the small wicker couch. "Would you like something to drink?"
"No thanks," Brent said studying her features closely. "Are you alright?"
"Yes," Bulma said nodding. Then she frowned. "…No…Brent, I am so sorry about today. I didn't expect them to show up at the same restaurant. I got so upset-"
"It's okay, Bulma," Brent said grasping her little hand, squeezing it tightly. "I'm sure that was traumatic seeing your boyfriend with an another woman."
It was a wrong choice of words, and Bulma thought back to that moment all over again. She looked up at Brent, her tears barely brimming over her eyes as her bottom lip quivered. Brent realized what damage he caused, and shook his head apagogically.
"Bulma…I didn't mean to bring it up…" Brent said with worry in his voice. But it was all too late; Bulma had now placed her face in her hands, her soft blue hair covering her features completely. She sobbed lightly, her shoulders trembling as she wept, trying not to let Brent see her in this way. Brent pulled her closer to him, and she finally came up to lay her head on his shoulder. Her arms wrapped around his back, hugging him as she still cried. He rocked her very slowly, like a mother with a child, patting her back with devoted assurance. Bulma finally let out some deep breaths as she stopped crying and she pulled back to look at Brent. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, feeling embarrassed of her display. She noticed how intensely he was staring back at her, his eyes full of alarm and something else she could not place. Her eyes faltered down to his sport's jacket, her fingers picking with the lapel nervously.
"I look like a mess," Bulma whispered.
"You look beautiful." Brent replied softly.
"Thank you, Brent. Thanks for being here for me." Bulma said finally looking up at him.
"I said I would." Brent said drawing closer to her. Bulma pushed her hands on his chest, realizing what he was about to do.
"Brent..." Bulma said with panic in her voice, but soon Brent was kissing her, pressing his lips tightly against hers. Brent pulled her even closer to him, deepening the kiss. Bulma had her eyes still open; as they fluttered with shock she still pushed her hands against him, trying to get away. Brent noticed her apprehension, and he drew back to look at her with a perplexed look on his face. He was a handsome man, and he was a definite catch…but he just wasn't Vegeta. Bulma knew that in spite of herself, she longed for the raw hunger and power that Vegeta had when he held her like this, kissed her like this…with Brent, she felt nothing.
"You didn't like it?" Brent asked, his voice sounding a bit uneasy.
"Brent," Bulma started as she cleared her throat. "I can't do this. You have been really nice to me, but my heart isn't in it."
Brent chided lightly, his hand caressing her cheek. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to move so fast, Bulma."
"You obviously don't understand," Bulma said standing, walking over to the window. "Weather you move fast or slow, the result will be the same. There's only one man for me, Brent."
Brent walked over to her, gazing upon her sweetly. His stare made Bulma suddenly uncomfortable. "One man is all you need."
"You shouldn't be here…I think you should go now." Bulma said softly, turning her head. Brent nodded and walked over to the door, but turned to look at her again before he left.
"Can I see you another time?" Brent asked.
"Sure, another time. Right now things are too…weird." Bulma said with a small smile. Brent smiled back as he left, and Bulma let out an relieving sigh, feeling still sad, hurt and now very, very confused.