Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It Was Supposed To Be Forever ❯ Chapter 13

It Was Supposed To Be Forever

Chapter13

Wolff couldn't help but laugh out loud as he straightened his suit and tie, in front of the small mirror. He didn't see the wild look in the impossibly cold gray eyes that stared back at him, or the unkempt slightly gray hair, or even his ragged, scratchy beard… His lips curved into a chilling smile, but he didn't notice, all that mattered, was tomorrow, and that Bulma would get the very special present he had left for her on her desk... She would get it as soon as she went to work, he was sure of it. This was practically the best day of his entire life! Well, at least it had to be close, anyway.

Bulma's pretty little secretary had granted him an appointment to see his little blue haired angel, for an interview tomorrow afternoon! Well, actually at first, she had been reluctant to help him, but it was amazing how persuasive a little money could be at just the right moment. Then a little later, as the secretary had delivered a stack of envelopes to Bulma's father, he had slipped into her office and nestled his gift into the myriad of things strewn all over her desk. He had not stayed long, but he had noticed a scarf like the ones she liked to tie around her neck draped over the back of her chair. He smiled, drawing the fine piece of aqua blue silk out of his pocket, admiring it. How nice, he smiled, smelling it quietly, she had left him a present too.

She smelled so good… he closed his eyes and imagined running his fingers over her skin as he untied the delicate scarf from her beautiful neck. Her skin was pale and beautiful; he could imagine how silky and smooth it must feel. He could even hear her soft sighs of pleasure as he cupped her breasts, taking down the lacy bra slowly. He ached to kiss her lips, and feel her long legs wrapped around his waist… He shuddered as he quickly put the scarf back in his pocket, uncomfortably aware that he didn't have her yet, and he couldn't take any chances until he did.

Besides, as well as today had gone, Wolff growled, things hadn't been entirely his way lately. Bulma had been seen with Brent Holden twice in the last several days. Once at the mall, again later at a quiet little restaurant, and worse, he had been at her home to see her late the other evening! Jealousy seethed within his chest until Wolff had to sit down, he couldn't breathe, and he blinked back tears. Brent Holden was handsome, wealthy and intelligent. Just the sort of man Bulma was bound to be attracted to... Well, he told himself, no matter, he had gotten in the way of their short previous relationship; he could do it again, if he had to.

" Yes, one short phone call and Bulma and Brent's dinner plans had suddenly become a misunderstanding. " He congratulated himself on his brilliance, seven years ago; it had been so easy... Neither of them had ever suspected a thing, how incredibly simpleminded these fools were! He held the key to their very futures and none of them even realized it!

" All the world is a puppet show. " He laughed. " And I hold all of the strings. "

Vegeta was such an idiot. He was being an especially entertaining little pawn in the game, playing right into his hands, and he didn't even know it. He laughed again, it was a hollow, chilling sound devoid of humor, but the reporter didn't hear it. He had known that the arrogant man Bulma loved so deeply would not explain his actions to his girlfriend. It surprised him a little that he had gone back to see Sapphra later… but it had definitely made all the equipment he and the building's security guards had arranged without Marcus and Sapphra's permission or knowledge all the more valuable and worth every risk of getting caught with it though. He laughed again. It was all rather like some glorious porn flick until Vegeta had left so suddenly, but what they had gotten would definitely be enough to make one little blue haired angel one very lonely little heiress. And then he would emerge from the shadows to be her knight in shining armor and protect her from anyone that might try to hurt her.

Surely it would be better to give her proof that she had been betrayed than to try to tell her that he was only doing this for her own good. Yes, he assured himself, Bulma would see him as a hero, that Vegeta didn't really love her. He had been in love with her for years. Surely Bulma would see that he had her best interests at heart. That he only wanted to be with her. She was so sweet and so caring, she was a fine mother too, and if Vegeta didn't appreciate her then it was time that she found someone who would.

Honestly, for all of his plotting, Brent Holden still worried him a little, but at least after Bulma saw the pictures of Vegeta going down on Sapphra, at least he would be out of her life for good. Then there would only be Brent to contend with, and Wolf was fairly sure he already knew how to take care of Bulma's other suitor. He laughed some more, already plotting to use the dark and powerful Vegeta to get rid of Brent for him, oh yes; this had been a very good day indeed.

Trunks and Vegeta stood face to face for a long time, before either of them said anything.

" What did you do, to hurt mom so bad? " The boy demanded, unconsciously striking the same arrogant pose Vegeta usually did when addressing a lesser creature.

" Your mother and I are just… fighting again. " Vegeta growled, turning his back on the boy, but only so that Trunks couldn't try to read the guilt in his eyes. He was sure it was there, he certainly felt enough of it, in every fiber of his body, and with every beat of his wounded heart.

" Well, didn't you know that she was crying when you left the other day? " Trunks sniffed, and tried to wipe the angry tears from his eyes, but more came. " I don't know what you did this time, but I know it's bad cuz mom doesn't cry! I'm tired of all of the fighting. Why can't you just tell her that you're sorry? Why do you two fight all of the time? Is it because of me? "

" Trunks… " Vegeta paused, as he considered his words, resuming his rigid posture, and Trunks slumped to the floor of the cave afraid that his father's silence was the answer to the question he had been scared of asking his whole life.

" It is me… isn't it dad? Is that why mom took me over to Goten's house for the weekend, because you're both tired of me? " The little boy demanded, throwing a handful of rocks at the cave's wall.

" No. You're mother would never get rid of you, Brat. " Vegeta snapped, more coldly than he meant to. He winced at his own tone. That had been so harsh, and Trunks was like his mother, neither of them would ever really understood that he had not been raised with kind words and tenderness… He was so busy with his own thoughts that he didn't hear Trunks's next words.

" Then why won't you just say you're sorry? Don't you miss us? Mom was begging you to come back, you jerk! She was really crying! Don't you care about us at all? Answer me damn it! " Trunks demanded, throwing another rock at the wall of the cave, unaware that the cave walls were not strong enough to withstand such force.

The cave began to rumble loudly, and the floor of the cave began to shudder. "Oh no! " Trunks looked around frantically, as he started to realize that he had made a mistake. He tried to duck and cover his head, but the rocks seemed to come from everywhere all at once. " Look out, Dad! " Trunks called out, trying to get ready for the sharp rocks to hit him.

" What are you doing? " Vegeta grunted, the warm glow of his Ki drawing Trunk's attention, making the boy realize he wasn't dead, or even hurt. Trunks blinked in surprise. He was being held, in his father's arms. " These are just rocks," Vegeta smirked, reaching out his free hand to catch one of them. He crushed it in his impossibly strong hand, grinding it to dust between his gloved fingers. " They can't hurt you if you raise your Ki as a shield, Brat. "

" But you're lots bigger than I am." Trunks looked down, thinking that he had been wrong to be afraid.

" Yes, I suppose you're right, " Vegeta chuckled, flying out of the huge dust cloud the cave in had stirred up. " but when I was your age I was already destroying planets, I was too busy fighting to be afraid of the scenery. But don't tell your mother I told you that, though. "

" Do you promise you'll tell mom you're sorry? "

" What? "

" I want you to come home. I… I miss you, Dad. How am I going to get stronger if you won't train me? Mom misses you too, I know she does, she's just being stubborn because you are. "

" Trunks… I don't think words are going to solve things between us. Your mother and I are will get back together Trunks. But it's going to take some time. "

" How do you know, if you won't just say you're sorry and get it over with? "

" Your mother and I are bonded, Trunks, nothing can break or destroy the way that we are connected, but you will need to be patient. A lot has happened in just a few days, and until I know what is going on, I don't think it is wise for me to approach your mother. "

" This isn't fair, Dad! Why can't you just admit it that you're wrong? " Trunks growled.

" She needs to apologize to me too, brat. I will return with you to Capsule Corp tonight, but not to talk to her. It's just too soon, and I'm not in the mood for conversation. If you really want to see us back together, you cannot tell her I was there, though, is that clear? "

Trunks gave his father a suspicious look, but finally, he nodded, and the two of them took off silently. Vegeta didn't even realize Trunks was still in his arms until he landed on the balcony of the Trunk's room and noticed that the boy was asleep. The Saiyan Prince snorted quietly, vaguely amused with himself and the boy's trust, but gently deposited Trunks in his bed, drawing a blanket around his shoulders before moving off down the dark, silent halls.

He was more than a little annoyed that the cave had been destroyed, but this was where he knew he should be. Bulma's scent greeted him as he stopped outside of their bedroom door, and he growled as he realized he had started to purr at the scent of her. She was alone tonight, and that was all he really wanted to know, but the thought of leaving this place still tore holes in his heart, so he wandered off the other way.

He paused at the living room and a low snarl rumbled out of his mouth, he could still detect the scent of that human, Brent, and even as he remembered the image of Bulma letting him kiss her, his own memories reminded him that what he had done with Sapphra had been far, far worse…

Moonlight lent its pale beauty to everything in the house, casting the highlights in silver even as it turned the shadows into blue and black velvet. Every corner of this building held memories he sighed, echoes of the happiness he had found here and all of it was because of her. There was not a nook or cranny where the two of them had gotten into some silly argument. Most of which he had caused, just to see the way her cheeks flushed and blue eyes flashed when she got angry, the times he had watched her work for hours in the lab, just to see the different expressions cross her face. The times he had purposely sabotaged the gravity room just so she would have to be close to him while she fixed it. She stood up to him in all things and she had never taken a backward step from him… He was the last person on earth that she should have given her heart to. He knew that, he had told her as much, but even then, he never could have imagined he would be so dangerously close to loosing her.

He couldn't imagine not having her, if he couldn't get her back; he knew he would slowly die without her. Her beauty, passionate nature, her bold sensuality were as irresistible to him now as they had been the first time that they made love. Even their first night together had proven they were matched in passion and lust, but she had known better than to say anything out loud, knowing that he would accept her offer of her heart and soul when he was ready... He had taken her repeatedly, that night, and on many other occasions that followed, always determined to prove to his heart that he didn't need her, he could walk away any time that he wanted to. But that hadn't ever happened. She always let him have his way with her too, ardently surrendering every scrap of energy and emotion she had into every kiss, every touch. She had never held back anything from him. She gave him everything she had to give, every time and still he had never really understood, not until the night he had accidentally marked her… She had not merely been offering him her body simply for pleasure. He simply hadn't realized until he had marked her that she wanted him unconditionally. So that had been the way that she offered herself.

When he realized his wanderings had led him past the labs and into her office, he smirked. She still couldn't escape her gadgets, they and her paperwork were scattered all over her desk, along with various small sets of her tools, a computer and more stacks of paperwork that were probably supposed to have been filed a week ago. Something familiar and unsettling lingered in the air. It wiped away the smirk that had settled over Vegeta's features as he thought of his mate. He was about to close the door when he paused, and sniffed again.

A scent he knew from somewhere hit him again, but stronger this time, almost like a slap in the face. He didn't recognize it, but the dirty; sort of greasy scent set all of his instincts on edge. There was even a little tinge of fear, in this scent and Vegeta couldn't stop himself from growling. The owner of such a smell was dangerous. Evil had a smell, Vegeta had been familiar with it his entire life. Insanity had a distinct smell too, and this individual had more than his share of both, he noted. He followed it to the mess on the desk, not really knowing what he was looking for, but knowing instinctively that the object that would carry such a stench would be something his mate wouldn't want. His instincts were setting off every one of his internal alarms at the disturbing amount of pure blind lust and evil that seemed to roll right off of the simple manila envelope.

It was unmarked; there was no writing on it, any stamps or labels of any kind. It had been carefully sealed and he went back to the desk, there was a bare spot where he had picked this up. Vegeta couldn't tell what else had been moved

Like his mate he preferred to avoid the office, but it was clear that the envelope had not been hidden, the person who had brought it to her wanted her to see it first. He didn't know that much about the way things worked in the offices, but he was not an idiot. He knew that important sealed documents were sealed and clearly labeled as to the nature of their contents. There was a stack of those files and special folders directly to the left of the unmarked envelope in his hand.

He took the envelope out onto the balcony, wrinkling up his nose in displeasure at the scent it carried. He sat down and opened the envelope, noting several small, light objects inside of it were sliding around freely. Inside were pictures. They spilled out and he could only stare at them... They had everything of his little visit to Sapphra's bedroom. Everything from the first time he kissed her until he went down on her. But why? Who would want Bulma to see pictures like this?

His first instinct was to destroy the human named Brent. Vegeta could admit that when the human had kissed her, it made him so jealous he almost didn't know what he was doing. And Vegeta he didn't like it that the weakling was interested in Bulma, but the human was not psychotic, or trying to be cruel. Brent had a completely different scent than the owner of this envelope.

Sapphra was also not a likely suspect. She was lonely and beautiful, and had been treated like a trophy for too long… besides, the pretty redhead didn't really seem to bear Bulma any malice; she was even a little afraid of Bulma but she was too lonely and bored to give up the chase. Besides, from some of the things she had done to try to seduce him at those parties, he knew Sapphra was also an exhibitionist. If she had known there were cameras on them, Vegeta was sure she would have at least tried to arrange herself so that she would get to enjoy their little performance again later, and while they had been on the floor the camera had not seen much of anything from it's angle, although the pictures from the vanity were of disturbingly high quality.

Taking a closer look at one of those pictures Vegeta paused and sniffed at it too. There were several men involved with these pictures, all of them smelled dangerously unpleasant, but none said it so keenly as the man who had delivered this envelope…