Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost ❯ One big Happy Family... ( Epilogue )

AUTHOR'S NOTE: ::sniff:: This is sooo sad…..I'm done with the story….::sniff:: I can't believe this. It's like saying goodbye to an old friend…::sniff:: LOL no, it's like saying goodbye to a relative that has overstayed their visit. ^_^

Disclaimer: I don't own DragonBallZ or any of its characters, they belong to Akira Toriyama. However every other character is MINE!!

Lost

Epilogue…….

He stared into the blue expansion above him; every cloud and every ray of light catching his attention as the contentment he felt enveloped him completely. A sigh fell from his lips as he held the petite waist of his wife, his brain wondering is it was entirely possible to feel so complete. Nuzzling her golden locks, he smiled as the flit of laughter could be heard. His children running after each other once again, his daughter's face filled with anger. Her brother must have done something to irritate her again, but in the end she'd forgive him as she always did.

Yet, he allowed his thoughts to turn inward and his mind drifted. So many things had happened to shape his life, to shape its outcome. Something they all had lost, something precious reappeared for them to behold and love. His eyes closed as he imagined their first meeting. It's strange to think and to believe that she had just destroyed a city before they all arrived and then made off with her own mother. However she didn't know about them then, everything she knew had been stripped from her. The girl who once was his best friend became his enemy. She fought them, intent on inflicting pain and misery on them as she was ordered to.

Yet somehow she knew. She was already fighting the demon that was forcing her to do such horrible things. The one thing he hated was that none of them saw it until it was almost too late. They didn't try to help her because their doubts weighed down their decisions. Yet what could be expected when Turlus had raped her mind and tricked them all to think something else.

Turlus…he was the man who had molded her into a killer, into something unfathomable. His grip tightened, his hands clutching onto his wife tighter than before. Drawing a surprised gasp she glanced up at him, cerulean spheres filled with worry regarding him cautiously for a moment. An unspoken question lingered in the air as her brow creased, but he simply smiled and loosened his hold just a bit.

He shouldn't be thinking of such things, such dark things from the past.

His silence ensued and she shifted against him, settling back against his chest, yet the taunt muscles in her back giving way to the tint of worry that still prevailed despite his calm façade.

He followed the clouds again, as his hands idling fingered with the golden chain around his wife's neck. Soon his mind fell back into the tune of his children who were still at each other's throats. He tilted his face then and followed them as best he could. Bardock laughing as his sister growled at his mirth. He knew he should probably say something, perhaps discipline the boy, but he didn't. He simply watched as they ran in circles, his daughter nearly in tears as her brother teased her mercilessly. Then again Vasha was rather spoiled, in fact she reminded him of his sister more than he liked.

The peaceful months when Xenia was pregnant with Bardock were a blessing. Though `peaceful' wasn't exactly how most people would describe the situation. After all the woman would never rest and had to be constantly turned away from the gravity chambers that his father used frequently. Yet the fact that they didn't have to worry about virus or Turlus was a welcomed relief that allowed many of their tensions to ease.

To see Xenia's womb grow and feel the steady heart beat inside of her, left Trunks with a feeling he never expected. He didn't care that it wasn't his biologically, the baby would come to know him as his father. He'd be the person the boy molded himself from; he'd be able to teach him everything that he knew and would beam with pride as the boy strove on with life. Many a time, Trunks would find himself wondering if this was how his father felt when his own mother was pregnant with him. Did he rest his hand against her stomach and wonder about what his child would become?

He shook his head, allowing a brief chuckle to pass as the thought lingered in his mind. He knew his father to have feelings for his family; he knew he valued his family above all else. However such a scene was hard to imagine.

Everything seemed so perfect these days. No attacks, no need to worry. There was nothing to distract them. Though this peace did leave them all a little restless, as was normal for saiyan-jins, but he wouldn't complain. They deserved this…

Bardock. His son's laughter rose once more as his sister was doused with water from a balloon that he had hidden somewhere. He looked so much like his father. Yet the same could be said about the similarities between him and Goku. Though it was hard to take it in…to see that he would carry a constant reminder of who he was. However, he didn't know it yet. He was only ten, maybe when he was older he could know. For now the simple excuse that he took upon his grandfather's features would have to suffice; ignorance was bliss for the young child.

Pushing up he pulled his wife into his arms as they watched their children run, no words were spoken for none were needed. They understood each other for more than one could comprehend.

"Are you going to stay like that all day?" Trunks asked as he curled one golden lock around his finger.

She smiled at him, perhaps teasing him when she winked, "You know I made a promise."

They're gazes shifted to Vasha, the child's acknowledgement of her state finally warring thin. Though the change in appearance had distressed the child earlier. The girl hadn't even recognized that she had transformed. Her attention had already been set upon her brother, who had triggered it with one of his usual practical jokes. Yet upon seeing her hair in its golden state, she quickly broke down thinking something was wrong with herself. A true testament to her young age.

"You don't like blondes?" She asked, a small giggle escaping her.

Growling lowly, he stooped low and stole a short kiss, "They're fine, but I rather like my wife's raven locks."

He grinned and stole another kiss, their attention slowly evaporating as their kids suddenly stopped to gawk.

"Ewww." Vasha wined, her face scrunched up in disgust, as Bardock simply looked away and shook his head.

"What?" They cried, breaking a part to find their children had abandoned their hunt for one another and opted to simply stare at their parents with immature disgust that fitted with their age.

"We don't need to be traumatized." Bardock stated simply, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Is that so," Trunks slowly stood up and stalked over, "And what makes you think you can order us around?"

Vasha's eyes danced with amusement as she grabbed a hold of Bardock. Her body tensed to run, but hesitated as she playfully remarked. "Cause we can."

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I saw it coming, his behavior, theirs. Soon Trunks leapt at them, missing his targets deliberately as he took off after them around the grounds.

Falling back into the grass, I waited for the telltale signs for help from my husband. After all, he would let them win, as he always did.

I frowned as Trunks expression came to mind again. I didn't have to pry into our bond to know what he was thinking about. To be honest, I thought about it as well. Not as often as I use to, but why should I?

I could remember vividly the check-in point, the choice handed to me the day that Bardock was born. I actually considered leaving this all behind, everything I had gained or had yet to receive. Selfish, I was selfish and I regretted even considering it. I was crying even while I was unconscious, which I have to say spooked me quite a bit. I was chanting that one phrase as I woke up…

//I'm sorry…//

I was sorry that I could put Trunks through all that pain, that I could have done that to all of them. I was sorry that I almost left Bardock without a mother, something everyone needs. I had mine the first seven years of my life and Vasha while I was with Turlus. No matter where I was I picked someone for support and he would need that too.

"Vasha thank you."

I missed her. Even though I was well aware of the fact that she had helped Turlus, I didn't hate her. I couldn't… If it wasn't for her I would have given up on life, Bardock wouldn't be here and neither would my little girl; who held the name of my dearest friends. I just hoped Vasha somehow knew that. Then again I'm sure King Yemma passed the sentiments along, after all how many times had we helped him out.

My hands played with the golden locket around my neck, it's clasp fixed and back newly inscribed over the scratches. My father had given it to me to remember him by. He had left us, just as I was about to leave them. I guess it will always remind me of that.

I laughed and sat up as a faint cry of help reached my ears, my thought returning back to the present. It seemed Trunks was becoming quickly overpowered, after all one super saiyan was enough alone, but they were both ganging up on him. I pulled at a golden lock and smiled. If Vasha didn't learn to control her transformations soon, I'd have to find someway to explain to the press why the wife of the president of Capsule Corp kept dying her hair every other day. Dende only knows why they had to know…

"Xenia!"

I stood up and smiled as I could faintly make out Trunks wrestling with Vasha and Bardock in the distance.

//That man would be lost without me….//

Coming to the rescue, I pried Bardock's hands off as Vasha instantly hopped onto my back. My balance failing as I tumbled to the ground on top of my mate.

//How could I have ever given this up? This life that I cherish with every ounce of my being…//

"DOG PILE!" Bardock cried loudly as he joined in the mayhem, pouncing on us to create a rather chaotic scene on the lawn. Soon we were all a twisted pile of limps, turning against the other as a tickling frenzy broke out.

//I'm sorry I every considered it…//

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Ahhh, it's over and such a nice ending, no? Short, but I hope it properly finished it off. You all didn't seriously believe I had killed her off did you? Come on I am evil, but not that evil. I had planned to do that in the ending for such a long time. It has been interesting journey, huh? I still will have to work on rewriting some of the beginning chapters though. (Mostly due to the fact that I hate the way they sound, but don't worry nothing will change in them, nothing important that is…)

I'd like to thank everyone who read my fic: Sabi2, Mina Son, Jako, Ubuu's Mrs, and all those who read to make my counter go up to 1362.

Ja ne minna-san! May we meet again in another fic. ^_^

~ Xenia ~