Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Reconcile ❯ Reconcile Part I: Silence. ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Ever wonder what happened after Vegeta was revived from the Buu-saga? Well look no further. This is my take on how Bulma and Vegeta sorted out their feelings together.

Hope you enjoy this little fic. Next part will be up tomorrow!

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Reconcile Part I: Silence.

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A year had passed in which Majin Buu was destroyed. The first time the dragon had been summoned, was to undo the damage that had been caused. Herself, Android 18 and Chi Chi had to wait another year for their husband's to be revived, having revived Chi Chi and Bulma's sons the previous year. It had been an entire year since Bulma had seen Vegeta, and today was the day he would finally return.

Bulma squinted as she looked up in awe at the large green dragon. She gazed down at her son lovingly, but with a hint of apprehension in her eyes. She got her son back, but would the dragon allow her husband to come back? In the back of her mind, she didn't think so. If she was honest with herself, she had never forgiven him for causing the uproar he did at the Boudaki in the tournament. The fact that he had killed a countless number of people, without regard, showed Bulma just how much she didn't know the man she loved.

Tears sprang to her eyes. How could she have been so blind to not have noticed his inner turmoil on the day of the tournament. Even in the weeks before when it was announced that Goku would be turning up, she could see the hint of change within Vegeta, but never questioned him. Her heart thundered as she peered into the red glowing eyes of the dragon. It was true that he had sacrificed himself to save the Earth, but at what cost? He had hurt her deeply when he chose to have power over her and their son. And the evil glint in his eyes when he blew up part of the stadium, still haunted her to this day.

Choking back a sob, she looked down again at her brave little son. She realized he was no longer a little boy and that fighting against Buu had made him grow up faster than she would have liked. She smiled back as an unsure smile graced his lips. Lovingly, she ruffled his unkempt lavender hair.

"You ok, Trunks?"

Trunks nodded back softly. "Do you think dad will come back?"

Bulma's heart broke as she watched her young son. "Sure sweetie, of course he will."

"Do you think if he comes back this time, he'll leave us again?"

She shuddered, but kept her smiling face. Kneeling down next to him with her back facing the dragon, she embraced him in a tight hug, not replying to his question because she truly did not know the answer. A single tear only rolled down her face. She loved Vegeta with all her heart, but if she looked deep within herself then she would that the fear she once felt for him had returned with a vengeance. Now she thought twice about their confrontation, opting away from her arguing if he ever pissed her off and replacing it with a cool facade.

She was jostled from her thoughts as Trunks pulled out of her embrace, a cry emitted from his throat. She stood up in surprise and turned around wildly to see why he was running. Her heart froze as she caught sight of the black silhouetted sauntering over to the crowd that was a few feet away. The flame-haired figure stepped into the light, arms folded and an implanted scowl on face.

"DAD!" Trunks cried, as he ran up to his father. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around his father's leg and hugged it. It was the only way he could show affection. Smiling, he looked up into his father's eyes which were surprisingly warm. It shocked him even more when his father placed a heavy hand on his head.

Vegeta smirked as he looked down into his son's hopeful eyes. "Brat. Training I see?"

"Yeah!" Trunks cried enthusiastically. "It's been so cool, Mom's even letting me use your gravity machine!" He jumped up and down, waving his hands around his head. "Come on, she's waiting over there." He pointed in the direction of his mother and grabbed his father's hand, leading him to Bulma and ignoring the rest of the Z Senshi that was gathered there. They all seemed to be too busy in their own reunions to be worried about his mother and father's. Trunks knew that his father had hurt his mother deeply when he had succumbed to Babadi's evil magic. For the past year he had heard muffled cries coming from her room, but he knew that everything would be ok when his dad was back. Or so he thought.

At the mention of Bulma, Vegeta looked up and stared in her direction as he walked towards her. He felt his heart ache at the sight of the ethereal beauty, his wife. It had been one year since he had laid his eyes upon her pretty face, but that year had felt like an eternity. And to think, he had been willing to give up his family for a power that was never his in the first place. He was disgusted with himself to even think that he had stooped so low as to allow himself to be under the control of a wizard. All he felt as he stared into her crystal blue eyes, was ashamed. He wasn't even proud of the fact that he had sacrificed himself for the safety of her and Trunks, it was nothing in comparison to the utter betrayal he had bestowed upon her when he accepted Babadi's power.

He could see the betrayal laying deep in her eyes.

Trunks stood between his parents and looked up at them expectantly.

Bulma blinked as she looked into her son's expectant eyes and she knew what she had to do. Forcing herself to look into her husband's eyes, she found herself being pulled into their onyx deaths unwillingly. She braced herself as she searched for the evil glint in his eyes that had been there when he had killed the people at the stadium. Upon finding nothing, she exhaled in relief and did what was expected of her by her son. Reaching out awkwardly, she hugged him.

It was safe to say that Vegeta was shocked by her reaction. He had honestly thought she would be overjoyed to see him and did not expect the reserved reaction she had given. Frowning, he slung one arm around her waist and hugged her back, knowing that no one but their son was watching. He inhaled the sweet scent of her hair, closing his eyes as he pulled her closer, whispering into her ear. "Onna," His breath caressed her ear and felt his heart swell as he was embraced.

What happened next, made his heart stop. He felt her stiffen in his embrace and pull away rather quickly.

Vegeta was left suddenly feeling as empty as he had been when he had allowed Babadi to infiltrate his mind. He looked questioningly into her eyes. Why did he feel so alone all of a sudden? He knew that she was angry with him, but the anger never showed. All he could see was hurt and pain, two things that he could not bare to see on her beautiful face.

"Let's go home." Her whispered words fluttered to his stone heart and caused it to crack. He looked coldly into her eyes, letting his former self and attitude take over. Rejection was not one of his favorite things.

He simply nodded and stepped back from her over powering presence.

Sighing, Bulma grabbed Trunks's hand and began to make her way to the capsule car that was parked a few yards away.

It was going to be a long hard road to reconciliation.

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Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

The sound of the ticking clock in the bedroom was driving Vegeta insane. It was his first night in the mortal world since being revived and he could not sleep. Bulma had not said so much as three sentences to him in the whole day, and he was beginning to grow aggravated. He knew it was to be expected, but he didn't think the distance between them would have been so great. The first few hours alone in her company had been incredibly awkward. He was angry with himself for causing the great rift between them. How was he ever going to fix this mess? Would a simple kiss and seduction work this time? He didn't think so.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

Vegeta growled into the darkness as he rolled over and stared at the bare back of his mate. He smirked. Ever since the first time they had mated, Vegeta had demanded that she not wear any clothing to bed. It was always more appealing to him to spend time with his mate without the boundaries of clothing. Since then, she had not worn anything to bed and it was good to see that she was upholding that tradition. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he caught the strange patterned breathing. It was then that he realized, she was very much awake. His Saiya-jin eyesight could detect the slight quivering of her body. Was she crying?

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

Snarling in frustration, he sat up and formed a minuscule ki ball on his index finger. He knew that she was awake and figured that it would matter if he destroyed the annoying clock. In fact he would be doing them both a favour. Without thinking, he shot the ki ball at the antique clock that was on the wall, blowing it to pieces. Satisfied, he was about to settle down when he noticed Bulma sitting up and staring at him with a tear streaked face and emotionless eyes. Those very eyes which he had fallen in love with, seemed to grow dull by the moment.

"Onna?" He licked his parched lips as he bravely initiated the first word he had spoke to her that day.

Bulma put her hand out in front of her and shook her head. "I'll clean it up tomorrow." Not saying anything more, she carefully slid out of the large king size bed.

He frowned, wondering where she was going. His pride wouldn't let him ask.

She slipped on her robe and pulled her pillow from its confines of the bed. "I-I'm going to go sleep in Trunk's room, just to check that he's ok.." She stammered out the words stupidly, knowing very well that the excuse was completely untrue.

He reeled from her statement. She was leaving their room? As he stared dumbly at her retreating back, he closed his eyes in defeat. The look she had in her eyes couldn't be placed until that moment.

She was afraid of him.

The look in her eyes was that of fear, that was why Vegeta could not define its meaning. He hadn't seen her look at him that way since they were on Namek-sei and he had threatened to kill her. It pained him to even recognize his mistakes. She had thought he'd changed, she trusted him and he had undoubtedly broke that trust the moment he got the big fat 'M' stamped on his forehead.

It was all too depressing to think about.

Swallowing his pride, he called out to her. "Wait," he looked at her back as she stopped walking, almost near the door.

Bulma blinked away the tears that threatened to spill once more. Inhaling a large amount of air, she turned around and clutched the pillow to her stomach. She stood awkwardly out of place and opted to look at the floor, rather than his handsome Adonis face which was bathed in the milky moonlight. "What?" Her voice flat and devoid of emotion.

He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't stand her distant stance any longer, it was driving him insane. He hated to admit it, but he missed her caring yet annoying tone of voice. He missed the way she looked at him so lovingly. He knew he didn't deserve it after the entire Buu ordeal, but Kami be damned, he needed her! He needed her supportive character, her loving embrace, those penetrating blue eyes in which he knew he couldn't hide a thing from. He needed to feel himself inside of her, to touch her silky skin... But there was something more important that he needed;

He needed her love.

Tearing the heavy covers off his sweat covered form, he stalked up to her and gripped at her upper arm. The pain he felt as she stiffened, was nothing like he had felt before. He felt sick to the stomach. "I demand to know what is wrong."

Bulma backed away, "N-nothing Vegeta," stuttering once more.

"Then why are you bumbling like an ignorant fool!" He all but barked at her. Her indifference was causing him more pain than she could ever comprehend, causing him to speak harshly to her. His stomach churned in agitation as he watched her wince and step away further from his hold.

"It's late, why don't we talk about this tomorrow?"

He closed his eyes impatiently. Letting go of her arm, he snapped the light switch on. The lamp brightened up the room, causing the couple to look at each other in the brightness. "No. We speak now." He folded his arms expectantly, waiting for her to speak.

She sighed in defeat. Tossing the pillow back to its location on the bed, she sat gently on the edge of the bed and stared at the black silk covered duvet for a moment. It was now or never to set the record straight. Bulma prayed that they would somehow reconcile their differences.

But was their relationship beyond repair?

Only this conversation could determine that.

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