Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Second Chances ❯ The morning after the night before ( Chapter 1 )

 

“Honey, I have breakfast for you! Do you want me to bring it in?” the annoyingly happy voice chirped in a merry sing-song tone from behind the door to the tastefully decorated bedroom. The only response was a disembodied groan, muffled by an expensive and well-fluffed pillow as the occupant of the large four-poster bed was forced into reluctant consciousness. The red silk sheets were twisted and the thick quilt was in a pile on the floor besides the bed.

“Go away mom” the woman in the bed mumbled as she half-heartedly tried to remove her legs from the clammy tangle of silk which was holding them prisoner. Her attempts to extract herself from her bed were eventually successful as she clawed herself up into a crouching position as she leaned on a bed post for stability.

“Oh now honey, you need to keep up your strength for that little baby boy of yours! And that means that you have to eat a lovely full breakfast!” Mrs Briefs said happily as she opened the door and walked into the room pacing the breakfast tray on the dresser, “now you get up this instant young lady.”

“Oh mum” cant you have given me just a few more moments? I'm absolutely shattered!” Bulma moaned as she fell back on her bed pulling a sheet back up over her head.

“Well no wonder! After you were out all night with your friends, and then you guys had that sleepover! Everyone's downstairs already, well, all except Yamcha…that adorable little Krillin said he hadn't seen him all night, not since you went to bed….oh well, he must have gone home early, perhaps he forgot something? Do you know what happened to him honey? I hope he's allrite!” Mrs briefs chatted away to the foggy headed Bulma who merely covered her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Mom please….”

“No buts young lady, now I want you to go and take a shower then get something to eat! I've fed baby Trunks this morning so once you have sorted yourself out you can give him his afternoon feed cant you? Now come on, you have guests to see to!” she said as she walked out of the room humming a happy tune. Once again Bulma found herself wondering how anyone could possibly be that merry in the morning as she finally managed to drag herself out of bed and staggered towards the en-suit bathroom. She winced as she turned the bathroom light on when the brightness hurt her eyes. Her image in the mirror was enough to repel a dinosaur with just one glance.

“Oh my gosh!” Bulma sighed as she tugged at her tangled blue hair, “Vegeta would have a field day with this one!” she chuckled grimly to herself as she turned towards the shower, “yeah! If he were here that is!” she mumbled bitterly as she stepped into the stream of hot water and tried to wake up.

 

“Well, good morning Bulma! Finally decided to join the land of the living, eh?” Krillin chuckled as Bulma shuffled groggily into the kitchen putting the still full breakfast tray on the side counter and slumped down in one of the kitchen chairs.

“Shut up Krillin, I blame you ya know!” she groaned as she folded her arms on the tale then leant her head on them.

“Oooh! Haha, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning!” Krillin laughed as he poked Bulma in the shoulder with a spoon.

“KRILLIN!!!” she yelled, regretting it as son as the words left her mouth, her head felt like it was about to burst like a dropped watermelon!! “Quit it or I will kill you with that spoon!” Bulma threatened in a slightly quieter voice, as she pulled it from his hand and shook it in his face, “and I swear it will be very, very painful!”

“Whoa, err heh heh, easy now Bulma! I was only kidding!”

“Yeah Bulma, he didn't mean anything by it!” Gohan chirped from behind his mountain of food which he was devouring at a rate his father would have been proud of.

“Whatever, where's everyone else anyway?” Bulma mumbled as she poured herself a cup of coffee to wake herself up.

“Well Tien and Chau-su left early, they said they got a long trip ahead of them, Yajirobe said he had a creepy feeling that something was gonna happen so he left too.” Krillin said as he kept one eye on the spoon Bulma was using to stir her coffee.

“Hhmmm, that's strange, he's never turned down my mothers cooking before!”

“Or mine!” Chi-Chi said as she brought over a plate full of fresh fluffy pancakes and placed them on the solid oak breakfast table, “help yourselves everyone, there's plenty more where that came from!”

“Oh Chi-Chi! Come on! Your supposed to be a guest here! You shouldn't have to do that!” Bulma's groaned as she realised what her friend was doing, she made the mistake of standing up too quickly and was promptly reprimanded by the throbbing pain in her head, “oh…geez!” she hissed as she sat back down slowly while holding her head.

“Heehaw, sounds like someone has a hangover!” Oolong laughed as he stuffed some pancakes into his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a shadowy figure creeping into the kitchen and snook up right behind Bulma. Bulma, however, was completely unaware as she wallowed in the self pity of her raging hangover. As she slowly lifted her head to ask her mother for some pain killers a pair of thin bony hands clamped down on her shoulders.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEE!” she shrieked as she span round and landed a lucky back hander on her assailants face.

“Ooff! My, my young lady! You have certainly become stronger eh? But still no less beautiful!” the old man said as he picked himself up from the floor and dusted himself off, with a grin that made Bulma want to slap him again!

“Hahahahahaaa!” Oolong fell into hysterics as well as Krillin and Gohan who was trying desperately not to choke on the Saiyan-sized mouthful he was currently trying to chew.

“Boy Roshi! She sure slugged you one! Hahaha!” Krillin barked out as he griped his sides to stop the pain of laughing too hard, “you wanna be more careful from now on! You know livin' with that Vegeta's gonna have some kind of effect on her!” Krillin laughed even harder at his own joke along with Oolong and master Roshi who was chuckling to himself as he sat down and helped himself to some pancakes. Bulma sat down slowly and lay her head on the table with a groan and Gohan gave his breakfast a scowl worthy of his mother.

“Humph! Well she's much better off without that monster around if you ask me!” Chi-Chi said as she put another plate of pancakes on the table and sat down and helped herself to a couple, “honestly Bulma, I cant understand why you put up with him for so long! That creature is nothing but trouble! It's a wonder he didn't try to kill us all! Not that he would have gotten very far! My Goku would have stopped him, that's for sure! He was probably just waiting for the right time! Ooohhh, when I think of all the completely evil things that monster has done it makes me so angry!!!”

“Mom….” Gohan tried to warn his mother off the subject he was sure would spark an argument.

“No Gohan! That man…oohh, he cant even be called a man! He is nothing but a monster! A deceitful, arrogant, selfish, mass-murdering monster!!!”

“SHUT UP!” Bulma suddenly shouted as she slammed her clenched fists down on the table, hangover forgotten, “just shut up! I will not hear talk like that in my house!”

“It needs to be said Bulma! He was and still is a monster! Nothing good will ever come from his existence mark my words!”

“And what about trunks?” Bulma hissed venomously, “if nothing good can ever come from Vegeta then that must mean that my son is destined to be the same eh? The sins of the farther are passed down to the son I see!” she said as anger flashed dangerously in her eyes. She got up from her chair and turned to leave the room, at the doorway to the kitchen she paused and turned her rage filled glare on one of her oldest friends, “get out of my house Chi-Chi, I understand why you said what you did but I do not wish to hear it here!” with that she left the room and climbed the stairs to the second level of her home and entered one of the rooms. It was a large room considering the size of its occupant and was lavishly decorated with different shades of blue ranging from the pale blue of the spring sky to the deep royal blue which seemed to suit the infants farther perfectly. The solid wood crib in the centre of the room was quite simple compared to the lavish surroundings and intricate patterns on the walls and in the toys scattered around the perimeter of the room. Bulma walked towards the crib and looked in on its sleeping occupant, she ran her hands lightly over the head-board of the crib and allowed the tips of her fingers to trace the single symbol that decorated the baby's bed. She had no idea what it meant, it was in a language that had all but died out with only one person left alive that could understand it and she had no intention of tracking down her elusive house guest in order to ask. A single tear slipped down her cheek and dripped carelessly onto the sleeping baby's head, waking him from his peaceful slumber.

“Oh I'm sorry baby,” she whispered softly as she lifted the baby boy into her arms, “don't you pay any attention to aunt Chi-Chi, your daddy may have made some bad mistakes, but he's different now. Yes he is!” she cooed and she sat back in the old rocking chair which had once belonged to her grandmother. She sniffed lightly as she tried not to cry, her son had the strange ability to sense her emotions, especially when she was distressed. She looked down at the face of her child which held so much of his farther even at such an early age but it was clear who's colouring he got. Wide blue eyes blinked owlishly up at her as she smoothed down the few wisps of lavender hair that poked out from under the pointy eared baby cap.

“How are my two little angels?” Dr Briefs said softly as he poked his head into the room round he door.

“Yeah, were ok, aren't we trunks? Were doing just fine.” Bulma smiled sadly as she put her baby back into his crib where he picked up his blue rattle and promptly tried to shove the entire thing in his mouth. Bulma followed her farther out of the baby's room and into the second level lounge down the hall.

“Now, are you going to talk to me or are you just going to keep on denying the fact that your completely miserable?” Dr Briefs said as he sat down next to his daughter on the large sofa.

“I'm sure I don't know what your talking about dad.”

“Bulma.”

“Oh ok,” she sighed as the tears began to flow freely down her cheeks, “I don't know what to do dad, I just miss him so much! I know I shouldn't, we argued all the time and he was constantly rude to me! But since he left, I don't know what to do! I thought I could cope and I can, really, I've been doing fine, as long as I have something to focus on but I just feel so lonely!” she cried as she buried her face into her fathers chest, “its been months dad! Almost a year since cell was destroyed! I just don't understand, no one knows where he is! Gohan says he hasn't been able to sense him which means he isn't training and there hasn't been any space ship activity at all! Not that he could get a ship from anywhere but that's not the point! I'm so worried dad! I know he'd say I should have more faith in him but I'm so afraid that something terrible has happened to the jerk!”

“You've kept this bottle up inside you for a while haven't you?”

“I thought I was coping fine! Really I did! Oh dad, what's wrong with me! I knew what type of man he was when I got involved with him!” she continued to wail as she finally let out everything she had been holding in for months.

“Nothing is wrong with you Bulma, now don't be silly! You fell in love with him and there's no changing that now, believe me, love is a funny thing! Just look at your mother and me, hardly the most obvious couple in the world are we?”

“Oh daddy! You know that's not the same! Mom may be a little ditzy but she hardly compares to the type of person Vegeta is! Just think dad, how many people has he killed? How can I possibly forgive him of all of that?”

“Bulma, honey. If you look deep inside your heart, do you still believe that he is the same as he was back then? I'm not asking you if you forgive him for everything that he did before he came here, but do you really believe that he hasn't changed? If you do then you're right, you are better off without him. But if you don't, and you think he is a different man than the one that landed here a few years ago, then there is nothing that anyone can say to change the way you feel about him.” With one last pat on his daughters back he got up and left the room leaving Bulma alone to contemplate the full extent of her feelings for the missing prince.