Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Prompted VegetaBulma ❯ Through Time ( Chapter 19 )

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Prompt: "Sunset"
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.


After the announcement about the Androids:

She sat in her favorite chair on the patio, watching the storm clouds roll in. It was a beautiful evening, aside from that. The sun was low in the sky, glowing a nice reddish-orange. It made the approaching clouds look much more sinister than they probably were, but she still couldn’t help but worry.

“Hey, babe, why don’t we go inside?” Yamcha approached from his day of training.

Bulma gave him a bright smile, although her heart wasn’t in it. “Just a little longer. It’s so pretty out right now.”

“You don’t wanna get caught up in the storm, do ya?” he asked seriously.

Her smiled faded slightly. “It won’t hurt to get a little wet.”

He sighed, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. So he pulled a chair next to hers. “I guess not.”

Her heart fluttered a little, yet she wasn’t at all happy. Her guest had flown off after another one of his temper-tantrums, and now there was a storm heading towards them. Would he be alright? Should she have Yamcha find him and drag him back? She shook her head. He could fend for himself, and sending Yamcha was a bad idea all around. She sighed as she continued to watch the red sphere disappear.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

She looked at her boyfriend, giving him half a smile this time. “Nothing, just thinking.” She stood up and stretched. “Perhaps we should get inside before the storm hits.”

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A year before the Androids arrive:

She once again pulled her favorite chair to watch the setting sun. She lowered herself into the chair, being careful not to fall. Knowing her luck, though, she wouldn’t be able to back up--at least not without someone’s help. She finally made contact with the seat and let her legs rest. Her hands rested atop her swollen belly, feeling Trunks moving around.

She sighed happily as she set her eyes on the horizon. The sky was clear of clouds, letting the brilliant blue shine and grow darker as the sun hid itself further from her view. “It’s so beautiful here, Trunks,” she spoke aloud to her unborn son. “I can’t wait to show you the beauty this world has to offer. Hopefully you won’t be like your father.” She sighed at the thought. There was no way she was living with two Vegeta’s!

Apparently even thinking his name was a bad thing. She felt a wave of pain course through her abdomen. Shortly after she felt wetness travel down her legs. “You have got to be kidding me!” She almost cried, but held back the tears. She pushed herself up and headed back inside. “Mom, Dad, I think it’s time to go!” she yelled into the house.

Her mother was the first to appear, looking way too excited. “Your father is grabbing the bags, dear. Let’s get you to the hospital so I can finally meet my grandson.”

Bulma groaned. Where was Vegeta when you actually needed him?

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One year before Buu:

“See, I told you it was beautiful,” Bulma told her seven-year-old son.

“Yeah, Mom, it’s wonderful. Can I go back in now?” he asked dully.

Bulma rolled her eyes. He surely didn’t get that attitude from her! “Go ahead.” She knew there was no point in making him stay, especially if he couldn’t appreciate the view. She would much rather sit out here by herself. She enjoyed her piece and quiet, especially since she was a lot busier these days.

Clouds sparsely floated across the deep blue sky. The sun painting them the most wonderful shades of pink, orange, and purple. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, breathing in the warm air. She wished that someone would enjoy this time with her, but that someone was holed up in the GR, as usual. Why did he even need to train? The world was at peace, he could afford to take a few hours off and keep her company.

“Bulma!”

See, his name was a freaking curse! She turned her head slightly, seeing him approach from the corner of eye. “Did you come to relax with me?”

He scoffed. “It’s dinner time, and your mother and father are ‘out’--as Trunks put it.” His hand rested on the back of her chair.

She had, unfortunately, had to replace the one she used so long ago, but this one was a bit more comfortable. So she wasn‘t going to complain about having to throw the old one out. “Then go make something. I told you I’m relaxing.” She turned her attention back to the sky.

He bit back a growl and moved to stand in front of her. She turned her head, looking in another direction. She was so childish sometimes. He squatted down, his hand reaching out to grab her chin. “The boy and I are hungry.”

Her eyes held his, looking for the challenge, but there was none. She sighed as she pushed his hand away so she could stand. “Fine. What do you boys want?”

He smirked, even though she was blatantly mad. “Whatever you want is okay by us, woman.”

Her fists clenched at her sides. Could she not enjoy one sunset?!

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Mirai Timeline - After Trunks defeats Cell

The wind ruffled her short hair as she took a drag from her cigarette. “Well, guys, the world is safe once again, finally.” The last word barely left her throat, but it had so quietly. The grass tickled at her wrist as she looked up at the sky. The day was coming to an end, and she’d have to get back home. She left Trunks a note telling him where she would be, but she still knew it would be best to return before nightfall.

After such a long time of worrying and trying to stay alive, though, she needed this. She could finally go out and not have to worry about the androids catching her or having to worry about Trunks flying off to try to defeat them. “They’re all gone. Even Cell. Vegeta, your son saved the world! What do you think about that, huh?” She laughed. Oh boy, could she picture his face, even after all these years. That scowl etched so deeply into his beautiful face, a face that their son had come to almost duplicate.

She stood up, cigarette hanging from her lip, and brushed her pants off. She took one last drag as she opened the car door and put the cigarette out in the ashtray. She closed the door back and leaned against it, crossing her arms over her chest. “Apparently you all survived in the new future. Isn’t that great? Although, I wonder if you’ll be happy, Vegeta.” She sighed.

She had been quite surprised to learn from her son that in this new future Vegeta had actually showed some emotion. If only for a little bit and because his son died, but still, it was more than she would’ve thought capable of her Vegeta doing. She wondered if perhaps something between them in that timeline had gone differently. Had Vegeta cared more than he did in this time?

“I just hope you’re proud of your son.” The statement went out to both timelines. She looked in the direction of the sun. There was only a small sliver left above the horizon. “I’ll come back and visit again, okay. Perhaps next time I’ll get to tell you guys that Trunks is getting married!” she said happily. Her face scrunched up, she sounded way too much like her mother just then. “And new Bulma.” She opened the car door again, sitting behind the wheel. “Be thankful that you got to keep your Vegeta, even if he still is an asshole. Which is probably the case.” She giggled a little at the thought of Vegeta having to crawl back to Capsule Corp.

“Mom,” Trunks voice cut through the air.

She looked up to see him floating in the now darkened sky. “I was just on my way home. Sorry if I worried you.”

Trunks floated down and into the passenger seat. He blushed faintly. “I was just checking to make sure you didn’t fall asleep again.”

She laughed, ruffling her son’s hair. “I’m glad I have you, Trunks.”

He smiled. “Yeah. I’m glad I have you, too, Mom.”