Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Springs ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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** = journal entries
:: = thoughts

Chapter 6: ?


**I should have told Trunks that Yamcha wasn't his father long before I did. I told myself that it would have been easier on him to learn it when he was more mature, old enough to handle what Vegeta was and what he had done here on earth. I think the real reason I didn't tell him the truth was because it made it easier for everyone else to pretend he was Yamcha's son.

When we wished Yamcha back, I was undeniably pregnant. 6 months along and no chance of hiding it, every single Z fighter could see that whoever had caused my current condition had not been dead for over a year.

At first he was enraged, thinking that Vegeta had taken me against my will. When I told him that I had gone into Vegeta's bed willingly, he cried. I'd never seen him cry before, not even when he spoke of the parents that he lost long ago in the desert. He didn't speak to me until I was to term, crying in the delivery room from more pain that I could have ever imagined possible. Those pain-drenched hours where my mind wasn't clear were the only moments I have ever regretted what transpired between myself and Vegeta.

As I clenched my mother's hand that day, I saw a figure in the doorway through the haze of my tears. For a moment I foolishly hoped it was Vegeta. But it was Yamcha, looking more scared than he ever had on any battlefield. He was by my side helping me through what became a 23 ½ hour ordeal. When a very loud child with a tuft of purple hair was eventually placed in my arms, I saw Yamcha's face melt. He fell in love with my son in an instant and it was a love that lasted until the day he died on that lonely road. The only time his expression of joy faltered was when he saw the furry tail wrap itself around my wrist.

He asked me to marry him that day, with the promise that if we could forget the past he would raise Trunks as his own. It was a promise he kept and held dear to his heart. I accepted. I didn't want my son to grow up without a father. Sometimes I almost believed that he was Yamcha's blood. But it was fleeting and a second later a scowl would darken my only son's features, mimicking the Saiyan's expression perfectly.

I loved Yamcha and I was happy with him during out marriage. But I loved him in a different way. He was my friend and I valued his friendship, I loved his compassion and all around goodness. I loved how he was with Trunks, how he taught him right from wrong and always had time for him. But when we were in bed together, I knew that my love for him was not romantic. I never felt as content in his arms as I did in Vegeta's. On the rare occasion that he did bring me to orgasm, I would cry for hours afterwards, feeling more empty and alone than I had ever felt before, even though I was lying in Yamcha's arms.

I accepted the fact that I would never feel as complete as I had with Vegeta. Then I understood why people spend their entire lives searching for true love. Those moments of completion, finding the answers to all your questions lying in your lover's eyes, knowing that if you were to die right then and there, it wouldn't matter because you had found a paradise that would make heaven pale in comparison. I realized that I had been one of the lucky ones to actually feel that. So many people never do. I pity those people but I also envy them. If I had never known of what love could be like, I wouldn't know I was missing anything. I could have lived in blissful ignorance for the rest of my life.

For a long time I lied to myself in attempt to ease the pain of giving my heart to a man I hadn't seen in almost two decades. I said it had been nothing but lust, two lonely people who had lost everything searching for a moment of completion. But that all changed the day he arrived on earth. I could no longer pretend when I was caught in the bottomless pits of his eyes, drowning in them and praying to God that moment would never end.**

-Excerpt from the journals of Bulma Briefs, 796 AD.


He stepped off the ship and his armor glinted in the sunlight. The crest emblazoned over his heart was a perfect match for the blood red cape that rippled behind him like water in the morning breeze. He descended down the ramp, meeting with a rival from long ago. A rival he had never forgotten and who would remain a fresh memory until the day he died. The two stared at each other for a long while, oblivious to the men that stood behind them, watching closely.

"Kakarot. I see you're still here on this planet full of weaklings."

"It's nice to see you too Vegeta. Are you here to finish what you started all those years ago?" Goku retorted, his voice as cold as he was capable of.

"As much as I'd like to pound you into a pulp Kakarot, I'm afraid I don't have the time. I'm here on urgent business."

"What do you want?" he asked, not as coldly as before.

"I need to speak to the woman you call Bulma."

"What do you want with my mother?" Trunks demanded, stepping forward from the group of fighters lining the ground behind Goku. He looked into his father's eyes for the first time. His stomach flip-flopped when he saw the scowl that so often gazed out at him from the mirror.

Vegeta stared at the purple-haired boy looking him defiantly in the eyes. He concealed his own shock exquisitely as not one muscle in his perfect mask twitched a millimeter.

::His mother? He can't be...can he?:: he asked himself after double checking to see if his mental shields were firmly in place.

"I will explain everything. But these questions are wasting my time. Take me to her now." He demanded his voice low and dangerous. Trunks locked his knees to keep them from trembling. Never in his life could he ever have dreamed that he was of the same blood as someone who could invoke real terror with a vocal tone.

::Relax Trunks.:: came Gohan's voice into his mind. ::It'll be ok.:: Gohan stepped forward and looked to his father. The older man nodded and Gohan turned to Vegeta.

"We'll take you." Gohan said as the z-fighters took to the air, followed closely by Vegeta and one of his men. ::Tien. Contact Bulma telepathically and let her know what's up.:: he said mentally into the stronger telepath's mind as they shot through the sky.


::Ardlin?:: Vegeta said into his advisor's mind as they followed the somewhat rag-tag team of fighters.

::Yes, Sire?:: answered the older man, his black hair was graying at the temples and his light blue skin almost blending into the earth's sky.

::How old do you think that purple-haired boy is?::

::16? 17 perhaps? Why, Sire?:: Vegeta didn't answer.



Sitting in Bulma's dining room less than 15 minutes later they all stared at the king, waiting for him to begin. Ardlin placed a small white cube in the middle of the table and pressed in the sides. A 3-D image of an orange planet was displayed.

"This is the Planet Kermana. Once rich in resources, it has been left barren by innumerable strip mining operations, thus the orange tint. Years of this had left their planet almost uninhabitable, but due to their excellent survival skills and decent technology, they managed to survive quite well, populating the planet with 10.2 billion inhabitants.

A week ago the Kermanian government contacted me. Due to the environmental damage, geologist discovered that their planet can longer even support itself and has a year and a half until it explodes. Finding them a new planet was not a problem; we have one lined up already. But moving 10.2 billion people is.

"Kermanians are interesting creatures in the fact that they can regress into a larval state, surviving in a type of suspended animation in three-foot cocoons for long periods of time. Even in that state, we do not have the space on transports to move them all. Which is when I remembered your capsule technology." He said, nodding to Bulma. "Tell me, can you store living creatures in a state of suspended animation in a capsule?" Bulma thought on this for a second.

"As long as it doesn't need air, food or water, you can store anything in a capsule. With living beings in a state of suspended animation, I would have to run some figures but I'm willing to say without much doubt that you could." She said, meeting his eyes. Flashes of their last encounter filled her mind and she struggled not to blush. His eyes held a remembrance of them as well for a second, before she continued. " But I don't know if I have capsules that will hold that many people."

"I was not looking to acquire capsules. What I am looking for is the acquisition of your technology. I wish to mass-produce capsules for the entire empire. Besides monetary compensation for your technology I am willing to offer the earth immunity to the expansion of the empire. What this means is that the earth will be listed as a friendly planet and blacklisted from all purges that may take place in this part of the universe."

"So if I agree to this, you won't order anyone to come down here and kill us all in the name of the empire." She said bluntly. "My planet and my race will be safe?"

"Yes."

"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Krillin shot at Vegeta, glaring at the man he never much cared for.

"You don't. But you have my word as a king and on my honor as a warrior that as long as my line rules the Empire, the earth will be safe."

"I'll do it." Bulma said, meeting his eyes again. "But I want to oversee the beginning production. I've opened a lot of capsule plants before, you'll need someone who knows the ropes." She said, trying desperately to ignore the gasps coming from around the table. Vegeta regarded her with skepticism at first, before agreeing to her wishes.

"Fine. You have a year to get the plants online, after the production had begun successfully, you will be returned to earth. Ardlin, call ahead to the ship and ask them to prepare the guest quarters. Also, tell them to send two men here in an hour to collect Ms. Briefs' personal effects." Ardlin set about his tasks instantly, gathering the holographic cube in the same movement as activating his radio link. "May I have a word with you in private?" Vegeta asked, looking directly at Bulma. She nodded slowly as she took in a deep, slow breath.

"Guys, go outside. Trunks, get the blueprints and paperwork for the capsules together, I'll need it." She commanded as smoothly as Vegeta had done just moments before. The fighters left silently but slowly, Trunks lingering the longest wanting to know what his parents were going to discuss.

"Sire?" Ardlin asked from the corner.

"You too." He said, never taking his eyes off Bulma. Ardlin left and shut the door behind him. Vegeta stood and walked over to Bulma who stood to face him. She could smell him, that clean scent that marked him so distinctly. It was intoxicating. Even after all this time, her body remembered him, signaling its need with heat from her between her legs. She met his eyes shyly, falling into the pools of onyx that had seen every inch of her so many years before. They hadn't forgotten one curve, that much was evident. "The boy. He's mine?" he asked almost softly, dropping his eyes to her lips momentarily before darting back up to her eyes.

"Yes." Vegeta looked at her for a second.

"You may bring him along if you wish. Your mate as well." Bulma concealed a smile as she realized that Vegeta had just asked in his own way if she was married.

"My 'mate' is dead. But I'll ask Trunks to come with me." Vegeta nodded and turned on his heel.

"You have an hour." He said as the door slowly swung shut behind him.