Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Springs ❯ Chapter 10
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By: Severina 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 678 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 678 | Status: Work In Progress
** = journal entries
Chapter 10: ?
He couldn't sleep. He hadn't been able to sleep since he arrived. It was what had driven him out into the garden a few minutes earlier, only to encounter Vegeta. He thought he was a weakling? Trunks saw red. How dare that man, who never said a handful of words to him, make an assumption like that? Stalking down the hall, he stopped and took a deep breath. He was determined not to fly off the handle. He collected his thoughts and bottled up his anger, and tried to think. Before he knew it, he was off in the direction of his mother's room.
A knock shook Bulma out of her dream, one she couldn't remember. All she remembered was the clean, manly smell of the other person. Pulling on her robe she headed to the door.
"Yes?" she asked through the door, afraid of who may be standing on the other side. Her stomach tightened as her mind flashed Vegeta's face at her. Silently, she cursed at herself. Even if it was him, there was no way he could treat her the way he had over the past few days, ignoring her and throwing insults at her when they did speak, then expect to show up at her door in the middle of the night to take her? She didn't think so. Her mind ran through the list of insults she planned on hurling at him even as her body began to heat up at the thought of his lips on her neck. Regardless of what her body wanted, she was going to give that man a piece of her mind if it was him.
"Mom. It's me." Trunks' voice came from the other side. Her body relaxed and she opened the door to see her son visibly angry.
"Trunks? What's wrong?" she asked, maternal instinct to protect her young kicking in. He entered the room and closed the door behind him. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine. Look I have to ask a favor of you." He said, the scowl firmly in place.
"What?" she asked, a bit bewildered by her son's strange behavior.
"I know you're really busy but can you help me? I want to design a sort of ki shield." He explained, sitting in a chair.
"Like to deflect ki?" she asked, still a bit confused.
"Not really. I want a force field of sorts, one that doesn't allow ki to be sensed outside of it. You know what I mean?" he said, having difficulty putting the new idea into words.
"I think so. Something that you can train inside of without your ki being sensed by people outside of it."
"Yes!" he said excitedly. "Can you help me make something like that?" his eyes were bright.
"Actually, I've already invented something like that." She said walking over to her dresser. Pulling out a box of capsules, she dug through them before opening one. She handed him what looked like a roll of saran wrap. She looked at her like she was crazy. She started to laugh.
"That's the same look I used to give my father when he did something weird."
"Mom, what is this?"
"It's a ki shield. I know it just looks like a roll of saran warp but I made it that way on purpose. I used it to line the walls of Yamcha's training room. It's practically invisible so it doesn't show up."
"Does it work?"
"Yup." She said looking utterly pleased with herself.
"Why did you make this? Dad didn't need to hide his ki."
"I know. But whenever he's start training I'd have all these random warriors showing up at my door to spar with him and before you knew it, I'd have to make dinner for them all. And let me tell you that feeding you, Gohan, Goku and Goten is no easy task. Throw Krillin, Tien and Choutzu in there and that's a lot of work for me. Then they'd never help with the dishes, just run off to fight again. I love them all dearly, but doing four hours worth of dishes is just not my idea of a good time. So I invented that. I never even told him, but they stopped showing up without calling." She said, amused with the memory. Trunks started laughing.
"Why doesn't this surprise me? And it doesn't surprise me that you brought it with you either. You always have the most bizarre stuff hanging around." He told her. It felt like old times, before he had learned that she had lied to him about his father.
"You never know when you might need it. Anyway, take it and line the room you train it with it. That's what you're planning to do isn't it? So Vegeta doesn't know how strong you are." Trunks' eyes grew wide. "I'm not an idiot Trunks! I know what you're up to." She said, smiling at him.
"Thanks mom." He said, putting the ki shield back in it's capsule before leaving the room. He didn't tell her about the exchange in the garden between him and his father.
**We had been on the planet for a week. Thanks to Trunks' late night visit looking for the ki shield, the rift in our relationship had begun to slowly heal. I was so grateful for that; I could not have survived knowing that my son hated me. He had made the decision to throw himself into his training, and he had shown determination that rivaled Vegeta's. I am so proud of him. I was then and I am now. Nothing I could invent or do could ever come close to the joy that he has brought me.
There was so much I wanted to talk to Trunks about the day after he had come to see me, but I wasn't given the chance. After a day full of meetings, Trunks had left in a rush, off to train and try out my ki shield. I was left alone in the office of the factory, going over the plans for what had to have been the billionth time since I had arrived. When I looked at those plans, plans that I had memorized when I was on earth, I was on autopilot. It kept me from thinking about other things. Now that Trunks and I were ok with each other again, the only thing I had left to worry about was Vegeta.
As I sat there in my office that night, his face kept playing over the figures I tried so desperately to concentrate on. Ever since I knew he was coming to earth, my body had been on fire. I felt like a teenager again, getting ready to make out in the back of a car with her high school sweetheart. The thought of him could make me tremble, reduce me to nothing and leave me excited and needy for hours. But no matter what my body was saying, my mind had another agenda.
I was angry and hurt. Vegeta had come into my life all those years ago like a whirlwind, destroying my life and leaving me broken in his wake after Yamcha's death. Then on Namek, something that made no logical sense what so ever made me take him into my care and help him. That magnetic attraction pulled me into his arms. And then, after I had been driven to heights of passion I never thought were possible, he left without a second glance. Didn't what happened mean anything to him? Didn't he feel that what we had done held so much more than just lust? How could he have kissed me like that, like he would die if he didn't have me? Was he that way with all his lovers and I was just another notch on his bedpost?
I even gave him a son. He hadn't known about him until that day on earth, but it wasn't exactly like I could call him on the phone and let him know. His indifference to Trunks is what infuriated me the most. He could throw me aside and I would deal with that, but I was not going to stand by and watch him treat his own flesh and blood with such indifference. I didn't care how much I wanted him, I was not going to let another day go past without giving Vegeta a piece of my mind about how he had been behaving towards my son. Luckily, I got the chance as the door to my office swung open, revealing the proud Saiyan king. I stood to face him, knowing that it was going to take every ounce of will power I had to stay angry and not surrender to the urge to press my body against his and beg him to take me there on the desk.***
-Excerpt from the journal of Bulma Briefs, 796 AD
Chapter 10: ?
He couldn't sleep. He hadn't been able to sleep since he arrived. It was what had driven him out into the garden a few minutes earlier, only to encounter Vegeta. He thought he was a weakling? Trunks saw red. How dare that man, who never said a handful of words to him, make an assumption like that? Stalking down the hall, he stopped and took a deep breath. He was determined not to fly off the handle. He collected his thoughts and bottled up his anger, and tried to think. Before he knew it, he was off in the direction of his mother's room.
A knock shook Bulma out of her dream, one she couldn't remember. All she remembered was the clean, manly smell of the other person. Pulling on her robe she headed to the door.
"Yes?" she asked through the door, afraid of who may be standing on the other side. Her stomach tightened as her mind flashed Vegeta's face at her. Silently, she cursed at herself. Even if it was him, there was no way he could treat her the way he had over the past few days, ignoring her and throwing insults at her when they did speak, then expect to show up at her door in the middle of the night to take her? She didn't think so. Her mind ran through the list of insults she planned on hurling at him even as her body began to heat up at the thought of his lips on her neck. Regardless of what her body wanted, she was going to give that man a piece of her mind if it was him.
"Mom. It's me." Trunks' voice came from the other side. Her body relaxed and she opened the door to see her son visibly angry.
"Trunks? What's wrong?" she asked, maternal instinct to protect her young kicking in. He entered the room and closed the door behind him. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine. Look I have to ask a favor of you." He said, the scowl firmly in place.
"What?" she asked, a bit bewildered by her son's strange behavior.
"I know you're really busy but can you help me? I want to design a sort of ki shield." He explained, sitting in a chair.
"Like to deflect ki?" she asked, still a bit confused.
"Not really. I want a force field of sorts, one that doesn't allow ki to be sensed outside of it. You know what I mean?" he said, having difficulty putting the new idea into words.
"I think so. Something that you can train inside of without your ki being sensed by people outside of it."
"Yes!" he said excitedly. "Can you help me make something like that?" his eyes were bright.
"Actually, I've already invented something like that." She said walking over to her dresser. Pulling out a box of capsules, she dug through them before opening one. She handed him what looked like a roll of saran wrap. She looked at her like she was crazy. She started to laugh.
"That's the same look I used to give my father when he did something weird."
"Mom, what is this?"
"It's a ki shield. I know it just looks like a roll of saran warp but I made it that way on purpose. I used it to line the walls of Yamcha's training room. It's practically invisible so it doesn't show up."
"Does it work?"
"Yup." She said looking utterly pleased with herself.
"Why did you make this? Dad didn't need to hide his ki."
"I know. But whenever he's start training I'd have all these random warriors showing up at my door to spar with him and before you knew it, I'd have to make dinner for them all. And let me tell you that feeding you, Gohan, Goku and Goten is no easy task. Throw Krillin, Tien and Choutzu in there and that's a lot of work for me. Then they'd never help with the dishes, just run off to fight again. I love them all dearly, but doing four hours worth of dishes is just not my idea of a good time. So I invented that. I never even told him, but they stopped showing up without calling." She said, amused with the memory. Trunks started laughing.
"Why doesn't this surprise me? And it doesn't surprise me that you brought it with you either. You always have the most bizarre stuff hanging around." He told her. It felt like old times, before he had learned that she had lied to him about his father.
"You never know when you might need it. Anyway, take it and line the room you train it with it. That's what you're planning to do isn't it? So Vegeta doesn't know how strong you are." Trunks' eyes grew wide. "I'm not an idiot Trunks! I know what you're up to." She said, smiling at him.
"Thanks mom." He said, putting the ki shield back in it's capsule before leaving the room. He didn't tell her about the exchange in the garden between him and his father.
**We had been on the planet for a week. Thanks to Trunks' late night visit looking for the ki shield, the rift in our relationship had begun to slowly heal. I was so grateful for that; I could not have survived knowing that my son hated me. He had made the decision to throw himself into his training, and he had shown determination that rivaled Vegeta's. I am so proud of him. I was then and I am now. Nothing I could invent or do could ever come close to the joy that he has brought me.
There was so much I wanted to talk to Trunks about the day after he had come to see me, but I wasn't given the chance. After a day full of meetings, Trunks had left in a rush, off to train and try out my ki shield. I was left alone in the office of the factory, going over the plans for what had to have been the billionth time since I had arrived. When I looked at those plans, plans that I had memorized when I was on earth, I was on autopilot. It kept me from thinking about other things. Now that Trunks and I were ok with each other again, the only thing I had left to worry about was Vegeta.
As I sat there in my office that night, his face kept playing over the figures I tried so desperately to concentrate on. Ever since I knew he was coming to earth, my body had been on fire. I felt like a teenager again, getting ready to make out in the back of a car with her high school sweetheart. The thought of him could make me tremble, reduce me to nothing and leave me excited and needy for hours. But no matter what my body was saying, my mind had another agenda.
I was angry and hurt. Vegeta had come into my life all those years ago like a whirlwind, destroying my life and leaving me broken in his wake after Yamcha's death. Then on Namek, something that made no logical sense what so ever made me take him into my care and help him. That magnetic attraction pulled me into his arms. And then, after I had been driven to heights of passion I never thought were possible, he left without a second glance. Didn't what happened mean anything to him? Didn't he feel that what we had done held so much more than just lust? How could he have kissed me like that, like he would die if he didn't have me? Was he that way with all his lovers and I was just another notch on his bedpost?
I even gave him a son. He hadn't known about him until that day on earth, but it wasn't exactly like I could call him on the phone and let him know. His indifference to Trunks is what infuriated me the most. He could throw me aside and I would deal with that, but I was not going to stand by and watch him treat his own flesh and blood with such indifference. I didn't care how much I wanted him, I was not going to let another day go past without giving Vegeta a piece of my mind about how he had been behaving towards my son. Luckily, I got the chance as the door to my office swung open, revealing the proud Saiyan king. I stood to face him, knowing that it was going to take every ounce of will power I had to stay angry and not surrender to the urge to press my body against his and beg him to take me there on the desk.***
-Excerpt from the journal of Bulma Briefs, 796 AD