Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyan Pride ❯ Past, Present and Future ( Chapter 2 )

The Mysteries of Love:

Saiyan Pride

Chapter Two

Past, Present and Future

BULMA awoke with a start. She sat up her hand clutching her chest as if to stop the fast beating of her heart.

"It was a dream." She said out aloud.

"No. It happened." An all too familiar voice said.

Bulma looked up to see a man she had not seen in seven years. A man whose image haunted her every second, a man whose reflection she saw everyday of her life.

"Vegeta?" Bulma whispered, her eyes growing larger in disbelief. "No. I must still be dreaming then." She said as she shook her head her pin straight chin length blue green hair flying around her face.

An amused chuckle stopped her actions. She stared up at the man standing at the edge of a large bed. A bed that she was on, in a large room that looked all to familiar.

"I can assure you, you are not dreaming." He said in that sexy rasp of his.

She gazed into his black eyes, eyes that she would never forget and at his classic smirk. 'No dream was this real.' Bulma thought. Not even the ones that had invaded her sleep for seven years!

He had changed though. His body was much more muscular than she remembered and his face more strongly defined and ruggedly handsome. And those three dark locks of hair that used to grace his forehead now stood up in spikes with the rest of his coal black hair, showing a clearly defined widows peak. He had changed a lot! He even looked as if he had grown an inch or two.

Bulma moaned as she let herself fall flat on her back onto the bed, the back of her hand placed on her forehead. `What was going on here?'

First she was attacked and now she was back in a room she had lived in, for one year, seven years ago. She was definitely back on Planet Vegeta.

"Oh Kai. Trunks." She shouted as she flew back up and tried to get of the bed. However her head felt way to heavy and the room began to spin.

"Rest. The boy is fine." Vegeta told her.

"Are you sure? Is he here too? Those men didn't hurt him did they?" Bulma fired as she sat back down on the edge of the bed.

She placed her hand on her aching head, trying to massage away the pain. She looked up at Vegeta expectantly.

"Like I said, he's fine."

"Very reassuring." Bulma said sarcastically but she knew that Vegeta would not lie about something so important.

Bulma let out a harsh laugh. After all these years and the memories of their last encounter she could still not bring herself to hate him! No matter how much she wished she could or wanted to ... Or should?

"What is so amusing?" Vegeta asked as his eyes narrowed.

"Nothing that would concern you. Besides I have a few questions for you." Bulma told him.

"I thought you might." He said with an amused smirk. 'Or was that actually a smile?' Bulma thought.

"What the hell is going on here Vegeta?" She basically screamed at him.

He laughed then. That rusty gruff laugh that still sent shivers down her spine. "Still the same after all these years." He said. "Well, you were attacked by King Cold's men." Vegeta said as if that explained everything.

"And you're still the same man of very few words." Bulma said in frustration. "That doesn't explain anything! And who the hell is this King Cold?"

"He's Frieza's father and he's out for my blood." Vegeta said indifferently. "By attacking those who share a link to me he is attacking my weaknesses." He said simply.

Bulma gasped. "But why would he attack me. I haven't seen you in seven years." Bulma said.

"After all these years and you're still keeping secrets from me." Vegeta said coldly.

Bulma frowned at Vegeta before his words set of a light bulb in her head. Share a link to me. Still keeping secrets from me.

"You know." Bulma whispered.

"That I have a six year old son who I haven't met until today because his mother is a liar?" Vegeta mocked.

"It wasn't a secret." Bulma defended. "You made it very clear that what happened between us was a mistake and I didn't think that you would want to be reminded of that mistake for the rest of your life." Bulma said reasonably.

"Of course, when you say it like that it almost makes sense. Almost." Vegeta said cruelly as his fists clenched at his sides. "But I guess I would have expected nothing less from a selfish woman like you."

"It was hardly selfish. I did it to protect Trunks." Bulma said.

"From what?" He demanded.

"From your rejection."

"Liar. You wanted to protect yourself from rejection. You knew I would have never rejected my own flesh and blood. My son, my heir. A boy who has royal blood running through his veins, my blood, Saiyan blood. You knew this because I protected you and Gohan." Vegeta claimed angrily.

Bulma looked at him closely. She had never heard him sound so passionate about anything before. He sounded proud that he had a son.

You knew I would have never rejected my own flesh and blood. My son, my heir. A boy who has royal blood running through his veins, my blood, Saiyan blood. His words echoed in her mind.

Maybe she should have told him. After all he was right, she had been selfish. She had been afraid for her own fragile feelings. It was difficult to find out you were pregnant by a man who had made it painfully clear that he did not want anything to do with you, right after he had taken her virginity.

What did you think, that I would be so honored to be your first that I would ask you to stay, that I would profess my undying love for you? Well you can just wipe those silly fantasies from your mind. You mean absolutely nothing to me! Do you understand, nothing. You're just a foolish little girl with her Earthling dreams of love and romance. Pathetic! I am the Prince of all Saiyans, I am a warrior, not an idealistic boy you can weave your charm around.

She would never forget his words. It always felt like her reason for not telling him he had a son. He would not love Trunks like she could. She didn't want her son to grow up like him. A cold hearted cynical man. But in all honesty she knew she was punishing Vegeta for hurting her.

And she knew it was a price her son would pay. She had been robbing Trunks of a father for six years! But at the time she had not believed Vegeta would want him. 'Or was I too afraid that Vegeta would hate me if he believed I had trapped him.' A guilty voice spoke in the back of Bulma's mind.

Trunks, from a very early age, had learned that the topic of his father was taboo. `Thanks to her.' Bulma thought guiltily. When Trunks had become old enough to realize not everyone didn't have fathers he had asked the question she had dreaded.

"Mom, do I have a dad?"

Bulma couldn't say that she had not expected it. Especially since he looked enviously at Goku, Gohan and Goten. Not that the three Saiyans left him out. They showered him with more love than Vegeta was capable of. That was the excuse she held onto.

"Why? Isn't your mom enough?" She had asked Trunks sadly. She played on her son's love for her, guilt tripping him into not asking again. Although the topic of Vegeta did hurt to speak about, it was what she was supposed to tell her son that evaded her.

"Bulma." The sound of Vegeta's harsh call broke her reverie. Her name that used to sound like a caress to her now sounded cold and harsh.

She refocused her gaze onto Vegeta. She could not do this now, argue with him, try to justify her actions or even attempt to work through the issues that faced them. "I would like to see my son." She told him simply. It was the only thing that felt constant to Bulma now! They only thing she knew she had, her son's love.

Vegeta ground his teeth together clenching his fists. But to her relief he did not argue. He walked to the door. "I will send him up."

"Vegeta." Bulma called out to him. He stopped but did not turn around to look at her.

"No, I have not told him who I am." She heard the smirk in his voice.

"Thank you." She whispered not pretending that that was not what she was going to ask him.

She saw him nod before he left. Bulma sank back onto the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. But she knew it would be short lived for soon she must tell her only son a truth that she had consciously omitted to tell him for six years.

'Oh how her past and now the present was interfering with her future.'