Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ My Sweet Prince ❯ My Sweet Prince ~part one~ ( Chapter 1 )

My Sweet Prince

~A DragonBall Z fanfic~

 

Vegeta fell to his knees, looking at his hands...his bloody hands. His breath was shaky as he kneeled there...just staring in disbelief at his hands...covered with the blood...her blood..."B-Bulma..." he whispered, fighting back tears,"Bulma! P-please...breathe...please...nooooooooo!" he screamed, the tears drifting down his face now. He clenched his hands into tight fists and slammed them angrily onto the ground,"No...no...ahhhh!" he screamed loudly in agony. His 16 year old son, Trunks, looked at the lifeless lump a few yards away in horror. "Dad...what...what have you done?" Trunks shouted, breathing heavily, his eyes glued to his mother's dead body,"What have you done?!" And indeed...she was dead...no matter how much they yelled or screamed or cried...she would be dead...

Goku came...hours later...Vegeta was in a wrong state, he could tell. The prince of Saiya-jins was just staring at his hands in complete disbelief. Trunks was holding his mother's body, hugging her tightly, bent low as if protecting her. And for once in all of their lives...none of them knew what to do...

"Trunks...let her go...let her go..." Goku whispered. Trunks barely looked up, he laid her gently down, brushed her hair aside and stepped away. He never looked at his father...maybe he never would again. Vegeta finally lifted his head and looked at Goku. Goku furrowed his brow,"Why..." was the single word he uttered. Vegeta shook his head and looked past Goku at his son...then down at the pale, oh God her face was just so deathly pale, face of his wife.

They were all gone, the evidence was unknown. Her funeral would be arranged by Goku and Chi-Chi mostly. Vegeta remained there, clutching the last memories in his mind as if his life depended on it. His mind drifted off as he walked across the vast landscape outside of West City.

"Vegeta...I'm pregnant..." Bulma had said. Vegeta had stood there in disbelief until Bulma told him everything,"I won't make it...and neither will the baby..." Those words had lingered in the damned air, he just knew, no he felt what was coming next. "I'm dying...and I will be dead..." she had whispered, clutching onto him. "What can I do?" Vegeta had whispered, struggling with his feelings. "...kill me..." Bulma had said...

Vegeta brought himself back to the present, back to what was unraveling to be a hellish future. He went back, as what was expected of himself. He, however, did not expect the reality that hit him as he walked through the doors of his family's living quarters within the Capsule Corp wall. "I hate you!" Trunks yelled, charging at his father, wanting to tear apart every inch of this proud, cruel man in front of him. He grabbed Vegeta, his hands clenched around the prince's throat. Vegeta looked at his son and easily unwrapped Trunks' struggling fingers from his own neck. Trunks crumbled to the ground, sobbing. Vegeta closed his eyes, listening to the noises of the room. "Kakkarot..." he whispered. "Yes Vegeta...what can I do?" Goku had answered. For once in his life, Vegeta was thankful that Goku was here; not as a rival but as a friend. "Take Trunks...take him home with you..." Vegeta said softly. Goku had nodded, although Vegeta didn't see. He just stood there in the room, his eyes closed and head pounding. The room grew silent enough to where Vegeta knew he was alone in the house. He opened his eyes and walked aimlessly through the hallways. He found himself in the room he had shared with Bulma. Their bed was still un-made from the night before. 'Like any other night...' Vegeta thought, sitting on the bed. He looked around the room. Indeed...like any other night. Even Bulma's closet was open, revealing her clothes and mounds of shoes. Vegeta's mind drifted off again...

"Why do you have so many clothes, woman?" Vegeta asked...how long ago...he had forgotten now..."I like to look nice..." Bulma had replied.

Vegeta smiled lightly as he came back to reality,"I hated all the clothes she wore..." he said aloud. But immediately he was disgusted with himself.

He awoke with the sun. He didn't know when he had fallen asleep. His sleep had been dreamless and as he stood up he wondered how his son had slept the night. His thoughts were answered when he walked into the living room of the house. Goku, Chi-Chi, their sons, Piccolo, Krillin and Trunks were all waiting. All of them were dressed in black. Vegeta's stomach gave a lurch and he ran back through the house into the bathroom and vomited. He slumped down against the wall, his head in his hands. Moments later, Trunks arrived in the doorway. "You're supposed to put on a black suit...Chi-Chi said so..." he said. Vegeta looked up. His son's eyes were bloodshot and he looked weak. His fatherly feelings towards this boy erupted,"Have you eaten..." he asked. Trunks shook his head and said,"You have to get dressed...we'll wait in the living room." With that, he left the doorway. Vegeta sat there for a minute longer then decided he should get dressed.

"You look nice in suits, Vegeta!" Bulma had said gleefully, beaming in the mirror as she stood behind him. Vegeta had given out a grunt and Bulma had laughed...oh God...her laugh...

Vegeta snapped back to reality. He had picked that same suit out to wear today. If only she knew this is what it would be used for...but did she? Had she planned it?

Vegeta found himself sitting next to Trunks as a pastor talked on...things of eternal lives and loved ones reunited again. Trunks was sitting as far away from his father as he could. The pastor continued to talk...not even things about the woman in the casket in front of all of them. It was time for the 'last goodbye' as it was unofficially considered. Vegeta didn't want to look at it...her body...it wasn't her, just her body. Everyone went up by then. He had no choice. He walked up to the open coffin, she was beautiful. Her face was pale. So pale it was sickening and lovely at the same time. She was wearing a slim blue dress and around her broken neck were pearls...her neck looked normal now. 'She hated blue...she thought it clashed badly with her hair...' he thought to himself. His stomach gave another sickening lurch as his mind lingered on their last moments together...

"I...I can't..."he had whispered. "Vegeta...if you love me...kill me..." she said, looking at him with begging eyes. "I...I love you Bulma..." he whispered, for the very first and last time. "Then kill me..." she whispered. And he did...he did what she wanted...her blood had covered him. He killed her using his bare hands. "I...I love you too...Vegeta...my sweet...prince..." she said, clutching his hand with her remaining strength.

There was an after-party, to mourn over the lost. Vegeta did not go. He sat on a roof top, his suit still on. Tears were drifting down his face again. A hand gripped his shoulder and he turned lightly. "Hey...Dad..." Trunks whispered, sitting down beside him. Vegeta knew his son had seen the tears. He didn't care. Trunks starting crying too..."I'm so proud of you, my son..."Vegeta said. Trunks nodded and whispered,"I'm proud of you too, Daddy..."