Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love Lyrics ❯ Epiphany ( Chapter 3 )

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Epiphany

By WeaverOf Dreams

Pairing: B/V

Rating: PG-13 for language

Warnings: Angst.

*this*is thoughts

~this~is lyrics

The thick black clouds hung overhead, shrouding the world in darkness, not even letting the stars shine. The smell of rain lingered in the air, the feel of a storm soon coming. Bulma stepped out onto her bedroom balcony, looking up at the sky. Her blue eyes mist with anger and sadness. This week had been a killer....

Earlier that week...

"When are you ever going to admit it, Vegeta! Are you that cold?" Bulma yelled at Vegeta , who stood not more then a few feet from her, with his arms crossed, a very deep scowl on his brow.

Vegeta had been acting very distant, more so then usual, hardly sparing Bulma a second glance in weeks. He barely spoke to her, never slept in the house. He lived in the GR Chamber. Not that it had bothered Bulma, she was used to that sort of obsessive behaviour from him. He had left a few days after their night together on the roof. She didn't know why it happened , it just did. They both jut lost themselves in what they were feeling for one another. She couldn't call it love, but it was something. After that ,she found herself in her bed, in his arms. He took her again twice before the sun rose fully in the sky. After that, he had almost made a deal about it not happening, but he seemed more at ease with her. That was when he decided to leave, to take a Gravity shuttle and train in space. He said he would come back to fight the androids that the boy from the future warned them about. Two months after he left, she found out she was pregnant with their child.

He had come back a month ago. She was a good seven months along. She told him it was there child, but he made out like he didn't care. He had reached his goal and nothing else mattered. Now he was shutting her out, and she didn't like it. She could deal with it before. But now, she loved him, deeply, and this short of shit wouldn't wash. She confronted him a week ago, and that's when it all went to hell.

"I'm waiting Vegeta. I know you care for me. I see it in your eyes. I know you care about our child. I've come to know you well enough! Don't pull this bull shit with me again, it won't work. I know better."Bulma said as she came right up to him, grabbing his shoulder.

As soon as she touched him, he raised a hand and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand off his shoulder.

"You know nothing, Woman. Do you think I care for you? You're a bigger fool then I thought. I always wondered why I could not fulfill my goals then I found the answer. It was you. You weighed me down with your foolish notions of love and family . There is no such thing, not in my life. There never will be. You are just another female who it was my mistake to fuck . But no matter. I am the Legendary. I'm tired of this place. And of you."Each word that poured from his lips was like a stab of ice through her heart. His eyes were cold and his voice emotionless. This was not the man she loved.

She jerked her hand away from his, wounded more from his words then any blast from him could do to her.

"Fine, Vegeta, Leave, go, Train or do whatever you want to do. You left once, and I did fine without you. I don't care! You can rot in hell. Just stay the hell away from me!"With that she turned and ran upstairs, away from him, away from his hurtful words and away from her broken heart.

Vegeta had stood there, arms crossed, the scowl still in place for a few seconds. Then the mask dropped. Deep sadness glinted in his black eyes briefly but then was replaced but coldness, making his eyes hard, sharp as obsidian. He turned away and walked out to the GR, back ridged.

End flashback

Bulma looks up to the sky again and can hear the rumble of the clouds. It was really gonna be a big storm. She glances over to the GR, the lights on, glowing red. It was in service as usual. He didn't leave, not that he would have to. Her mother brought him food. Since the GR was basically self sufficient, he could very well live in there. Which suited her fine. She hadn't seen him since that night and she was better off.

She looks down at her belly. She was close . Seven months. She closes her eyes and bites her lips against the tears. A single tear creeps its way down her cheek . She opens her eyes again to look out into the slowly rising storm clouds. She looks out over to the GR. She missed him so much. She wonders if she will ever see him again. Her hand moves down to her rounded stomach. Their child had started to kick her. Every time she felt it, her heart grew bittersweet. She loved this baby, wanted it so much. As she gazes at the GR, a song from the radio filters in from her room.

~Your words to me just a whisper

Your faces so unclear.

I try to pay attention

But your words just disappear~

The sky rumbles again and a streak of light slashes the sky. She jumps, not seeing that one come. A vice of fear grips her. She never liked thunder and lightning storms. After that, the rain starts to fall. It soaks her through her nightgown. The rain is cold and it stabs through her skin to the bone. Chilling her.

~'Cause it's always raining in my head

Forget all the things I should have said~

She grits her teeth and walks back into her room, soaked. She looks about her bedroom, to the empty bed, a bed they once shared on occasion. New anger and hurt fills her. She turns back to look at the GR. She sets her mouth into a grim line and then stalks out. She was going to give him a piece of her mind.

Inside the GR at the moment....

Another sound of thunder vibrates off the walls of the GR. Vegeta looks up from his one finger pushups for a second then starts doing pushups again. A golden surrounds him, his spiky hair yellow, his eyes a bright greenish-blue. The power pulses through him, filling his every pore.

* I am greater then Kakkrott*Is the only thing running through his mind. Well, not the only thing

As he does do his pushups, he mind wanders back to the night he hurt Bulma. He scowls. *It was for her own good and for my own good as well. I am a warrior, I cannot be pulled down into a relationship with the onna. She doesn't matter, nothing but attaining my goals matters.*

~So I speak to you in riddles because

My words get in my way. I smoke

The whole thing to my head and feel it

Wash away~

Still, he thinks about it, thinks about how he could see her heart and soul breaking through her eyes. How her blue eyes lost their luster. It nearly crushed his own soul at the sight, almost made him want to beg for forgiveness for hurting her. He had done the same thing that weakling had done, yet he was able to see the effects instantly and not over a period of two months* No. I am a Prince, not a grovelling dog.*

A flash of lighting fills the sky, lighting up the windows of the GR. He looks up and wonders if this will cut the power to the chamber. He grumbles then remembers something Bulma told him. She was deathly afraid of thunderstorms. He scowls and briefly wonders if she is alright. The thought passes and he starts to meditate floating.

Outside..

She makes her way through the rain, bare feet on wet grass. She walks slowly towards the GR, the cold rain soaking her. Her teeth start to chatter, the cold getting to her, but she's too stubborn to stop now. She comes up the door of the GR and knocks loudly, banging the door.

"Op.p.p.en up Vegeta. Right n.n.n.now or i sw..sw..swear I'll sh..sh.sh.shut it d..d..d.down."She yells over the thunder, her teeth chattering.

There is silence, then the GR powers down and then door swings open. Bulma barely has any warning to move out of the way. She jumps back. Vegeta stands there, sweat soaked, scowl in place, his black eyes cold and hard."What do you want onna?"

All the rage and hurt and pain built up in Bulma comes pouring out" You asshole. How dare you! What makes you think I ever lov..lov..loved y..yy..you."Her teeth start to chatter again.

Vegeta takes a good look at her. The rain had soaked her completely, Her hair lay slick against her neck and back. Her nightgown clung to her body wetly, sticking to her rounded belly. Truly he had not seen more of a pathetic sight. Suddenly he did notice the dark circles under her eyes, the grim line of her mouth. She looked utterly defeated, even if she was putting up a front of not loving him. She did love him and his words a week ago had crushed her. He has done this to this beautiful, smart woman. A woman who rightfully could have any man she wanted. He had crushed her heart. Even if she was trying to make out that he didn't. He has defeated her but for some reason, he was not proud of his victory. It made him feel ashamed of what he had done. True , he pushed her away because he himself had become too attached to her, but in the end he thought it was for the best for both of them. Now, he realizes he was being selfish, something he could be at times, but not when it came to the woman. Even now, as tears poured down her face, he could see her heart breaking all over again in her eyes and he couldn't look away. He had caused this woman pain. It ate away at him, ate away at his pride, ate away at his soul, and ate away at the heart he knew she had awakened from it's long slumber.

~'Cause I can't take anymore

Of this, I want to come apart,

Or dig myself a little hole inside

Your precious heart~.

"And another thing.. Y..Y..you pompous monkey.... I c.c.can do f..f..fine w..w..w..without you."Bulma whispers, tears starting to fall from her eyes, mixing with the raindrops. She looks at him and seems that his hard black eyes softened a little, but not his expression, it seems to be even darker. It seems to be full of hatred. She couldn't bare to look at those hate filled eyes.

Bulma turns away from him, unable now to stop the choking sobs that escape her throat. Warm tears flow down her cheeks freely, stinging and cold as the air dries them. She gasps suddenly and grabs her belly.

"Ve..Vegeta!" She gasps again and then everything goes black, she can barely hear Vegeta yelling her name before she drops to the ground.

~'Cause it's always raining in my head,

Forget all the things I should have said.~

The next day..

He sits in a chair not far from her bed, head propped on a raised fist, elbow pressed to the arm of the chair. As he looks out over her body, taking in all the tubes running from machines to her body. He takes in how pale she is, how limp her hair is, how hollow her skin looks. Then his mind runs back over what the doctors said when they finally examined her, with him present of course. No one would touch his onna without him there.

Last night....

"What has happened to her, you puny human healer? She was bleeding!"Vegeta demanded of the human doctor

" You seem not one for long winded explanations, so I shall make this short. Your wife suffered massive vaginal bleeding. It seems that the placenta disconnected from the uterine lining. I did the best I could to stop the flow of blood, but I had to preform a caesarian on her. The baby is in no distress, he is a bit premature but, will recover. He also has a tail, I might add" the doctor added the last with some odd look at Vegeta.

"The tail runs in my family." Vegeta snapped." What about the woman?"

"Your wife ,however, is in critical condition. There was so much bleeding and damage to her uterus and abdominal cavity, that I don't know if she will make it. I did my best. It's up to a higher power now. " The doctor said heavily, weary.

"What started all of this?"Vegeta demanded as he reached out and toke one of Bulma's pale hands in his own.

" When things like this can be detected months beforehand and then bed rest would be prescribed, but since something like this never showed up on her ultrasounds ,more then likely... stress was the cause. It's rare but it has been known to happen." The doctor said firmly, looking Vegeta in the eyes. He then turned and walked up the hallway to another patient.

Vegeta's eyes widened. He looked down at Bulma. She lay on the bed, pale, tubes running from her to iv's and different machines.

"Kami, what have I done?" He whispers softly, for the first time, remorse filling his voice.

End Flashback

Opening his eyes, he gets up from the chair and sits on a side of the bed beside her. He picks up her hand and traces her fingers, her long slender fingers ending in sculpted nails painted a vibrant red. * The woman is so vain, painting her nails* Vegeta scowls, a solemn look in his eyes and thinks of how he could have prevented this, of how, if he had stayed that this wouldn't have happened. * But no, I had to run away, run away like a coward.* He bows his head solemnly and places his forehead on hers. Gently, he nips her nose with his teeth, something he would only do during their times of intimacy. It was a gesture of love and devotion.

~I am nothing more than a little boy inside,

That cries out for attention,

Though I always try and hide.~

He thinks over last night, remembering her coming to him, looking so beaten and yet fighting him. She had a Saiyan spirit, unwilling to admit defeat even if she felt it. He thinks then of their son. Healthy, strong, determined to live. A son to be proud of, even if he did have his mother's coloring. He stayed that way, forehead resting on her own gently for a long time.

It had been days since he had returned and still, Bulma was no better. Her blood count was up but she still didn't wake. Vegeta never left her side, but it started to look like he had lost her for good. Occasionally, He would go and get his son and bring him in to see his mother. He was allowed to hold him, seeing as how no one could tell him otherwise. He marvelled at how much he looked like his mother.

He gently stroked his small soft face with a finger and half smiled as he gurgled and cooed.

"You are a prince's son, royalty. Your father has done wrong by your mother, left when I should have stayed. I would do anything to change all this, to have your mother healthy, to have her happy." Vegeta whispered gruffly. The little infant grabbed at his finger and held it in a tight grip.," hmm, very good grip. You also have my strength. Now , let go of your father's finger."

The baby tilted his purple tufted head and then loosened his hold on Vegeta's finger. He smirked down at him and gently stroked his hair and cheek.

"That's another thing. Like your mother, you must obey all my demands" He smirked again, arrogance filling his voice.

"Says you, ya stuck up, no good, low life, arrogant, bullheaded, rude, obnoxious monkey..." A small voice said from behind him.

Vegeta spun around to look to Bulma. Her eyes were closed still, she hadn't moved. Vegeta shook his head sure that he heard something. He placed his son down in the crib and went down to Bulma's bed and kneeled down . He grasped her left hand in his.

"Onna, I know you hear me. Open your eyes woman, look at me again, that's an order!"Vegeta whispers fiercely."All right... Please, ~Bulma~, open your eyes."

"Now, with words like that, how can any girl resist?" A soft whispered voice said.

Vegeta's eyes snap up to look at her face and he looks into the bluest eyes he's ever seen. Their depths lock him, pulling him down into them. He can speak or move, lost in those glorious blue eyes. After a second, he shakes his head and then swiftly moves up, standing, arms crossed over his chest.

"That was foolish woman, walking in the rain. Your puny human system can't cope with that for an extended period of time." Vegeta says gruffly

"Vegeta, what happened? Why do I have so many tubes in me?"She looks down at her belly, which now was slightly flattened"Oh, Kami, Vegeta, the baby..."

"Is fine."Vegeta says as he goes over to the crib and lifts his son out. He yawned and blinked, looking at him with his wide blue eyes. Vegeta turned and walked over to Bulma and gently placed the baby in her arms.

"Oh Kami, He's perfect." Bulma said, tears in her eyes

"Of course, he's the son of a prince." Vegeta said, matter-of-factly

" His name is going to be Trunks, Vegeta, no if's, and's or buts. You owe me that much. But to please you, it'll be Trunks Vegeta Briefs." Bulma said with a smirk on her face.

"It fits, Woman, at least he will have a middle name to be proud of." Vegeta said then looked down at his son." You are going to have a tough life, brat. His strength is apparent. Will be interesting to see what he will be like in a few years when I can train him."

"You are not training my son, Vegeta.!" Bulma yells at him, holding her child close to her, protectively.

"He is my son and I have the right to train him, Woman!" Vegeta roared.

Bulma blinks then really takes a look at him. Behind all the apparent rage and indignace, he was really concerned for her. She could see it in his eyes. She could tell a lot about him when he was acting like this, he didn't have the same control over his emotions .

"You admit he's your son? Your blood?" Bulma whispers, looking into Vegeta's eyes.

Vegeta stops and stands still, his arms lowering to his sides. He thinks for a second and then looks over to his son, his flesh and blood, his legacy.

~Cause I talk to you like children,

But I don't know

How I feel, but I know

I'll do the right thing

If the right thing is revealed.~

He closes his eyes and realizes that he does care very much for the woman and now for the brat. This new emotion courses through his veins and into his slumbering heart, awakening it briefly. Only for her, never for anyone else.

"Yes, he is my son as much as he is yours. He is ours and I will be a father to him" Vegeta says this as he opens his eyes and looks right at her.

Bulma knew that was the closest she'd get to an, I love both of you, from him. She could accept that. She smiles and looks down at her child. He did have her colouring. Suddenly, she frowns as a thick furry object curls it's way around her wrist. She looks down to see a brown fluffy tail. She looks up to Vegeta, who was scowling.

"He's bonded to you, I've lost him forever." He says grumpily. He smirks then and walks over, sitting on the bed.

"I have missed you , woman." Vegeta said softly, gruffly . He then leans over and nips her nose gently with his teeth, his black eyes looking deep into her blue ones.

Bulma smirks and leans down and nips his chin with her teeth. She can almost see him relax. *He was worried I wouldn't take him back* She pulls away.

"Why did you say those things Vegeta?" She whispers into his ear.

"I thought it would be better for the both of us if we didn't get too attached and... I was...um... starting to ....care... for you deeply... too deeply." He whispers back, opening up to her for once, she being to only person he ever would, but he had caused her pain, she had a right to know.

"You left because you thought we were growing too close. You thought a relationship with me would ruin your chances of ...." Bulma starts, her anger flaring at his words.

"Stop. Stop, and listen for once in your life, Onna."Vegeta whispers fiercely."I am a killer, a ripe bastard, heartless and cold. I am a warrior. To be involved with one is to only know fear and hardship, for one may never know when I will meet a being that is...stronger then me and lose. I had hoped to stop this budding relationship now so that eventually you would not get hurt.."

Bulma stares at him, never hearing such a touching, truthful admission from him since she first saw him. She reaches out and touches his cheek to wonder if this is all some dream.

"You did it because you care for me?" Bulma says, wonder in her voice.

"Partly. Woman... Bulma... I am feeling things I should not feel and...."He stops and tries to find the words . He also seems to try and suck up his pride, something she knows he'd regret later. She stops him by placing a hand on his shoulder, understanding finally. He was afraid of how he felt for her.

"Don't worry Vegeta."She says softly,"All's forgiven."

~But it's always raining in my head.

-Forget all the things

I should have said.~

He looks over to her hand and then reaches up and places his over hers. He leans back on the bed, against the headboard, mindful of the tubes and wires still stuck in her. He takes this one moment for himself and for her. He lets some of the walls down and relaxes around her. He feels her head lean over and rest on his shoulder. Feeling that, his wraps and arm around her shoulders, somewhat clumsily, not used to comforting or even holding her like this. He hears her sigh and then he looks down at their son in her arms, sound asleep.

A few minutes roll by in quite, and he realizes that he's had enough mushiness for one year. He smirks.

"Onna, now what did you mean by all that " stuck up, no good, low life, arrogant, bullheaded, rude, obnoxious monkey" crap?"

Chapter Fin