Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It Was Supposed To Be Forever ❯ Chapter 15

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It Was Supposed To Be Forever

Chapter 15

2:30pm

"Hey mom, can you keep an eye on Trunks? I need to jump in the shower." Bulma said, pushing a strand of aqua hair out of her eyes. She had been so busy making sure that Trunks had everything a sick boy could possibly need, she hadn't had a chance to shower that morning.

"Sure honey but why? Trunks is a big boy, he can take care of himself," Her mother said cheerfully as she took the pot of boiling water off the stove to make herself her favorite ginger peach tea.

"I know that, but he's sick today. He had a really high fever this morning, it went down but it shot back up about fifteen minutes ago and if it doesn't get back to normal in a half an hour I'm taking him to the hospital."

"Oh God! How high?"

"104."

"Of course I'll watch him sweetie! Go get ready," her mother said, opening the freezer in search of ice. Her tea was completely forgotten.

"I've got him soaking in the tub, it should bring the fever down."

"Is that where all the ice is?"

"Yeah," Bulma said, slightly smiling. She was worried about her son, a fever that high could kill a child his age if it didn't break soon. When she called the doctor earlier, he told her to keep him cool by using children's Tylenol, cold compresses, ice and soaks in a cool tub. If the fever didn't

break within an hour, she was to bring him to the hospital. It had broken that morning after about 20 minutes when he had fallen asleep. He had been doing fine all day, but then Bulma saw a look flash across her son's face, and his fever shot back up. She couldn't place the look; it almost

looked like he had remembered something?

"Poor Trunks! He's such a healthy child and now this!" her mother muttered, more to herself than to Bulma as she swept through the kitchen and headed upstairs to check on her grandson.

Bulma hurriedly shampooed her hair as the water cascaded over her sore and tired body. She never thought that stress could take this much out of a person. She still wanted to know what she had done wrong to deserve all this. First Vegeta and Sapphra, now Trunks getting sick-

"Poor Trunks! He's such a healthy child and now this!" her mother's words replayed through her mind and her hands stopped in mid-rinse. Trunks had never been sick a day in his life. Not the sniffles, not a sneeze, not even a skinned knee that lasted more than 20 minutes before healing. He'd never been

sick. None of the Saiyans had ever been sick, except for Goku and the heart virus. But the common cold? Never.

::Either something is REALLY wrong, or he's lying to me. But why would he lie?::

3:05pm

"I'm sorry I think I have the wrong office." Wolff stammered as he shakily stood from his chair. He had never expected to see Vegeta sitting there! He turned to the door, his hand trembling as he reached for the cold knob. A small beam of light shot by his right shoulder and the vase of

flowers that was positioned beside the doorway exploded.

"No, you're exactly where you're supposed to be, well, maybe a little too far to the left, but my aim isn't what it used to be." Vegeta stated mockingly as Wolff turned around to face the intimidating man who was still seated in Bulma's chair.

3:15pm

Trunks sat on his bed, his damp hair quickly drying from his concentrated ki. He was quickly becoming exhausted from having to keep his ki concentrated all the time. He had already fallen asleep once and then forgotten to raise his ki again once he woke. When he had finally remembered, his mother

had almost caught him in his lie. He didn't like having to lie to his mother, but if he ever wanted to see his parents back together again, he was willing to do whatever it took.

He had been apprehensive ever since Vegeta had told him what to do. His father was asking him to lie to his mother. He knew lying was wrong and that making her believe he was sick was a pretty devious trick, but if his dad wanted to come home, he couldn't see anything wrong with it. And he felt proud and important, like his father had entrusted him with a very important mission and he wasn't about to fail. He felt like he and Vegeta were comrades, two people working toward a common goal. He wasn't about to trade that feeling of closeness with his father for anything.

"Trunks?"

"Yeah mom?" he asked, trying to sound as weak and tired as

possible. The tired part wasn't hard to fake, he was exhausted.

"Are you feeling better honey?" she asked, coming into his room with a glass of water and some aspirin.

"A little," he answered, lying back on his pillows.

"Take this honey, it's been 6 hours since the last one." He did as she said and then took the thermometer between his lips. "Still high. Trunks I'm going to have to take you to the hospital."

"The hospital? Why?" he asked, suddenly sounding like himself again. Bulma's eyebrows twitched.

"Well because that's what the doctor told me to do if your fever didn't go down. So put on some shoes and we'll go ok?"

"No mom I'm feeling a lot better now. I don't need to go."

"I know you're scared but there's nothing to worry about-"

"No mom I'm not scared, I'm better!" the thought of having to go all the way to the hospital to be exposed for a liar was sending him closer to the edge of panic. He didn't want his mom to find out what was going on, if she did it meant that he had let his father down. And to have Vegeta disappointed in him when it felt like he was just beginning to gain his respect and acceptance was more than he could bear.

Bulma brushed his hair out of his eyes, and she felt his forehead. It was cool. She reset the thermometer and Trunks reluctantly opened his mouth. It was a normal reading.

"All right Trunks, spill it," she said angrily. So he had been lying!

"I-I uh… "

"Why did you do that? You scared your grandmother and I nearly to death! Why did you pretend you were sick? You never get sick! Why would a kid on summer vacation want to stay inside all day?" Trunks looked dejected and remained quiet.

"Well? Do you have something to say to me?" He looked

as his mother, terrified of her wrath and ashamed that he had lied to her and made her worry. She didn't need any of that. But he couldn't betray his father by telling her the truth. He took a deep breath and for the second time in his life lied to his mother.

"I wanted you to stay home and hang out with me. I know that you're really busy and everything, but I miss having you around. And even when you are here, you're sad because dad is gone!" he said, the tears rimming his eyes. ::Please believe me, please believe me!:: he said to himself over and over again as he looked at his mother.

"I wish you would have told me this before. I know things have been a little strange around here lately, but it's going to be ok. And next time you want to spend time with me let me know! I'll take a personal day. You don't have to go to such drastic measures."

"Sorry mom," he said meekly. Bulma nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her. She didn't believe him for a minute, he was a terrible liar, just like Vegeta. Vegeta may have been able to bluff his way through battles with cocky confidence, but lying to people in his personal life was a completely different story. It was for this reason that he had tried to lie to her once, and he failed miserably. It was when he told her that he didn't want her to have Trunks because he didn't need "foolish attachments" to distract him of achieving the goal of Super Saiyan. She could see in his eyes that he was lying, he was thrilled at the thought of becoming a father!

Shaking her head, she concentrated on the situation at hand.

::For some reason, Trunks is lying to me. I'm going to get to the bottom of this if it kills me!:: she thought. ::I think I have a pretty good idea of who is behind all this.::