Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It Was Supposed To Be Forever ❯ Chapter 14

It Was Supposed To Be Forever

Chapter 14

Vegeta stood over Trunks as he slept, and watched as the boy snored lightly. For a brief moment he marveled at how much the boy looked like him, besides the lavender locks. At his age now his skin color had begun to darken more to his complexion, and his muscles were lean but toned from extensive training. Pride swelled in Vegeta's chest as he thought of how Trunks came looking for him that evening, and they way he defended his mother while they bickered. It was good to know that if anything did happen to him, he could rely on Trunks to look after her. And as much as he hated to wake him, he needed to. Vegeta had to set his plan to motion if he intended

to rebuild whatever was left of his rocky relationship with Bulma.

**

After getting over the initial shock of seeing the infamous photographs of him and Sapphra, he thought frantically on how he could explain himself to the woman. He knew that pictures didn't lie, so he decided that he would do the same. As painful as it was to see the photos, he knew that he had to be brutally honest with Bulma and just tell her the truth. He had to deal with the consciences later. He sat down in her office chair, flipping through each glossy with total repulsion of himself.

He envisioned Bulma walking into her office bright and early the next day, full with her chirpy and cheerful attitude that she always seemed to possess that time of the morning… it would have been crushed the moment she came across that package on her desk. Vegeta cringed at that thought, somewhat glad that he did discover them first. He knew that if she found them, it would possibly kill her. He growled, angered that there was someone out there, watching him, making note of his every move…it was worse than being a laboratory rat.

Vegeta inhaled the foul scent that perfumed the photographs, and he lividly threw the pictures across the floor as he stood, growling with his frustration. He closed his eyes, rubbing his temples as the anger seeped into his lungs, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

When he finally opened his eyes, he saw it.

Among the glossies thrown across the floor, Vegeta noticed a small business card. He quickly picked it up, the front of the card read:

Wolff Sprenger

Senior Investigative Reporter

The World Wide Blab

The Nakatomi Plaza Suite 111

555-01345 Western Capitol

Japan

A gloved finger ran across the embossed writing, and Vegeta smirked evilly. So this is reporter who took that picture of Sapphra and me…on both occasions. Suddenly Vegeta's anger was replaced with blood lusting revenge and he curiously flipped the card over. His smile widened when he saw the handwriting scribbled on the back:

Be sure to keep your 3PM appointment at your office today, or these photos go to the press…

~Wolff

Vegeta balled the business card up in his hands, his eyes narrowing down as he thought of his hands around Wolff's neck. Or better yet, his fist through his chest. "So we were all a pawn in his game," Vegeta seethed lowly. "She won't miss your appointment Wolff…count on it."

**

"Trunks," Vegeta whispered as he nudged the boy in his shoulder. Being a hard sleeper like his father, Trunks squirmed a bit under the cover as he gripped his pillow tightly, never waking up. Vegeta frowned, pinching his arm until Trunks eyes flashed open, his mouth flying open to let out a painful scream. Vegeta was quick enough to cover his mouth and hold him down in case he tried to attack him from the sudden awakening. Trunks' eyes flashed around the dark room, looking for his aggressor hysterically until he locked eyes with Vegeta's. His now tense body calmed, and he sighed under his father's palm. "Oy, boy. Don't wake your mother."

After Vegeta slowly removed his hand, Trunks rubbed his arm from the pinch, looking at his father puzzlingly. "Otusan...what's wrong?" he whispered.

"Listen up, I have something I need you to take care of today…" Vegeta began as Trunks leaned forward to hear his plan.

**

The alarm clock buzzed for the second time that morning and Bulma slammed her fist on it hard. She pulled herself up, rubbing her forehead like she was recovering from a hangover. She groaned, thinking of the peculiar dreams she had last night. In one of her dreams she was shopping for this handbag that's she promised herself she wouldn't buy, on the count of it being 2,500 zenni. But she was at the counter; bag in hand as the clerk rang it up. Suddenly, she noticed the horrified stares of the others customers and when she looked down at herself, she was only wearing a bra and panties. Quickly jumping out of that dream, she had her usual sex dream with Vegeta…he's ripping her clothes off and having his way with her, and she's eagerly encouraging him to take her. But as soon as he was about to enter her, he stopped and looked down at her, his face cold and callous. He spoke gruffly, "I'm sorry for anything I've done while we were apart…"

That's when Bulma woke up, nearly destroying the alarm clock. She narrowed her eyes, remembering that it was all a dream, but the fact did remain that he wasn't back at home. She looked over at his side of the bed, and to her dismay, he wasn't there. She felt the tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes, and she sniffed. "I won't cry today…I won't!" Bulma spoke out loud. She pulled herself out of her bed and slipped on her robe when she heard someone call out to her urgently.

"Mom!"

Puzzled that Trunks was even there, Bulma ran out of her room and into his, finding him lying in his bed, the covers pulled tightly around him. He looked pale and his eyes were barely open.

"What are you doing here Trunks?" Bulma asked him as she sat down on his bed next to him. "I thought you were at Goten's…"

"I was," Trunks croaked out, and then he coughed. "I came home early this morning when I started getting chills."

Bulma placed her hand to his forehead, and gasped when she noticed that he was burning up. "You have a fever sweetie…Mommy's going to take care of you. Let me go get you something cool to drink." Bulma kissed his forehead and rushed downstairs to the kitchen to get Trunks some juice. Knowing that he was in no condition to be left alone, Bulma picked up the phone and called her secretary.

"Capsule Corporation Bulma Briefs Office." Diana said cheerfully.

"Diana…it's me," Bulma said as she leaned against the kitchen island. "Trunks has a bad fever, and I won't be in today. Email me all the escrow reports that I needed to finish this morning and just cancel all my appointments. I'll call you later."

"Oh, yes ma'am, " Diana said happily. "Consider it done."

Bulma hung up and ran back up stairs to her sick son, calling up to him as she went "Trunks…here I come…"

At Bulma's office, Diana hung up the phone nervously and looked over at Vegeta, who was standing there listening to the conversation the entire time. "She's cancelled out all her appointments today sir."

Vegeta never said a word, only nodded as his scowl turned up into a devilish smirk.

**

Wolff looked at his refection in the mirrored building one last time, running his fingers in his gray mane once more before entering the huge skyscraper. He smiled, straightening his tie as he looked at his watch. 2:57 PM…he laughed in spite of himself. Today Bulma…you will be mine…Wolff chuckled as the elevator took him up to the 27th floor. The stainless steel door opened and he stepped out, being greeted by Diana sitting behind a huge desk.

"Good afternoon," Wolff said pleasantly to the woman. "I have a 3 o'clock with Ms. Briefs."

"Afternoon Mr. Sprenger, you can go right in…she's expecting you," Diana said smiling. As he walked past her desk to go into Bulma's office, Diana frowned fearfully, watching the retreating figure step inside.

Wolff closed the door behind him, and turned around to a dark office. The only light that came into the room where the blinds that were rolled open. Wolff smiled. At least she set the right mood for our meeting…

He noticed she was sitting in her chair and it was turned around to the window. Wolff walked over to her desk, sitting down in the chair that sat there. "Well, Miss Briefs…finally at last we meet." Wolff said with sarcasm dripping from his voice. The chair slowly swiveled around, and Wolff's face paled. To his terror Vegeta sat there, his face glaring back at the reporter with utter contempt.

"Yes…finally at last we meet." Vegeta hissed.