Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Springs ❯ Chapter 23
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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: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 576 | 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: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 576 | Status: Work In Progress
** = journal entries
Chapter 23
**I didn't know what I was going to do as I ran off that battlefield, leaving Teresa and my son standing amongst the Hollywood-type scene of severed heads and a blood soaked dirt field. I could only imagine what Vegeta had said to our son to upset him in such a way. What irritated me the most was that Trunks had just saved his life and the kingdom. Countless lives were saved because of Trunks' quick thinking. Even Vegeta had to see that.
I knew how proud Vegeta was. But even his overwhelming pride had to have a weakness. His son becoming a hero should have been one of them. As I arrived at Vegeta's quarters, Ardlin attempted to deter me from entering. I pushed my way past him and entered the room, where Vegeta stood fuming over what had just transpired. I had never seen him so angry over anything, and that's saying something. I knew he was angry, but regardless of his anger, nothing could have prepared me for what happened next...***
-Excerpt from the Journals of Bulma Briefs, 796 AD.
Vegeta faced the window when Bulma entered. He didn't want to deal with her right now; his ego had suffered a dangerous blow.
"What did you say to Trunks?" she demanded to his back. She sounded angry. It was nothing compared to what he felt. He had worked his entire life to be the strongest and the best. He had finally worked out a way to run the universe and have the people of the universe bow to him as the supreme ruler. And he had lost it all because of some hotheaded brat! He would rather die and have his plans disappear with him. At least he would have been remembered for trying to conquer the galaxy and overthrow the Kold Empire that had ruled for generations. He would have been a legend. Now he would be looked at as nothing but a washed out middle aged man who was surpassed by his illegitimate heir. An illegitimate heir that didn't even have enough courtesy to dispose of him after he had surpassed him.
As his blood boiled, a small part in the back of his mind couldn't help but feel somewhat proud. His son, his blood and the royal lineage of Vegetasei had lived on in the lavender haired boy. The style in which he fought, the cool calculated blows and graceful moves that marked instinctual fighting style was very prevalent in Trunks. The blood lust and dark pleasure Vegeta had seen in his eyes was pure Saiyan. He enjoyed battle like a real Saiyan should. He lusted for it; it ate away at him as it did Vegeta. He knew what it was like to be drunk on power like the boy must have been as Kooler was blown to pieces. Nothing had ever made him so proud and so ashamed at the same time.
Vegeta felt that he had to regain control of something. He needed to feel whole again; he needed to fix his wounded pride. He turned to face Bulma and without a word pushed her against the wall.
"It is none of your business what I said to the boy." He growled, looking into her eyes. She could tell something was wrong but she could guess at his intentions towards her. Suddenly, his lips were on her neck showering her with fiercely gentle kisses.
She pushed his head away and held it between her hands. Looking in his eyes, she could see the emotional shield he had always had in his eyes was gone, and in its place was a look Bulma had never seen on his face before. He was confused, scared and lost all in one. He didn't know who or what he was anymore; Trunks' victory on the battlefield had taken that from him. He needed reassurance. He needed to feel like he still had something left. That something was her. The look was so shocking her anger melted away and she kissed him gently on the lips. He returned her kiss, and carried her to the bed.
Tossing her gently onto the soft bed, he very slowly peeled her clothes from her body. He took the care of a person opening a gift with wrapping he doesn't want to tear. It was slow and deliberate, exposing her flesh to the air as she ran her fingernails along his piston-like thighs. She wanted to be mad at him. But, like always, her anger was always quick to fade when he was near. Something about him made her submit to his every whim. She should be defending her son, but Vegeta's tender touch and vulnerable eyes made her melt like ice cream on a summer afternoon.
When her clothes had been removed, she sat up and pushed his hands back. With the same torturous slowness she stripped him of his clothing, following with each garment butterfly kisses and small tongue flicks over his honeyed skin. He couldn't hold back a moan, as her lips tasted every part of his body. She took her time, avoiding his genitals at all costs, to tease and taste every part of him.
Her hands ran lightly over the inside of his thighs but then quickly moved so she would not brush his throbbing arousal. He moaned in protest but at the same time he was enjoying the pleasures she was inflicting over the rest of his body. Women barely ever took the time to explore a man's body, many just headed straight for the penis. But he was very happy that Bulma knew that the penis was not a male's only erogenous zone. As she worked he became more excited, his passion becoming almost unbearable.
She could sense Vegeta's growing excitement and she took him in her mouth in one swift motion. The unexpected contact made him tip his head back in pleasure as she worked his hard shaft with her warm, tight mouth. He reached for her, any part of her, just so he could feel her skin against his hands. She worked him for a long time, her head and hand moving in perfect rhythm along his length. He neared release and she was more than prepared to take everything he had, but he stopped her.
Withdrawing from her mouth, he positioned himself over her receptive body. He wanted to return the favor, but in his present state there was no time. He needed her right then. He pushed himself into her, drawing a moan from her flushed lips. She was so wonderful around him, a perfect fit for his manhood. As he thrust into her, he tried to push the thought out of his mind that this encounter had been brought about by more than just a physical need for her. He needed her in other ways right now and had no other way of expressing his desire to be close to her.
She moaned as he thrust wildly into her, rocking her body and the bed at a rate that threatened to break the bed. She wasn't sure who was louder, the bed or her. She climaxed in a wave of emotional release and physical exertion. Inexplicable tears flowed down her face and he kissed them away. She felt him coming near his own release and went to pull away as she sometimes did. She didn't want a pregnancy this late in her life.
"No. Don't move, just take it." He whispered, spilling into her with a low moan.
"Vegeta." She whispered, kissing him softly.
Trunks stood on the balcony of his room in his boxers. Teresa was still in bed, exhausted from their lovemaking. She had taken him back to the room to tend his wounds and as he swallowed his anger at Vegeta, the urge to have her was unstoppable. It was primitive he supposed to take her after a fight, to give in to the other part of his Saiyan nature. Not that he minded that part.
Now that it was over, he had nothing to occupy his mind. Vegeta's harsh words, his mother's angry face and the killing of Kooler swirled around him like a swarm of mosquitoes. He had killed Kooler because he had to. It was battle, people died in battle. But he had never killed anyone before today. It was an odd feeling.
As he watched the sun sink into the horizon, he slid into a trance-like state. Time seemed to pass without him noticing. Suddenly, he felt that he was not alone on the balcony. There was someone standing to his right. Turning, he caught sight of a handsome face with a long scar down it and short black hair.
"Dad?" he gasped, stepping backward without realizing it.
"Hey kiddo." Yamcha said cheerfully, smiling at his son.
"What-what are you doing here? Am I dreaming again?" Trunks asked, Yamcha laughed at him.
"Kind of. But that's not important. What is important is I saw what you did today." Trunks lowered his head in shame and sadness upon hearing the words. "I'm not here to reprimand you! I think what you did was very noble. You did the right thing and you know it."
"But dad...Vegeta hates me for it. I thought that I'd win his approval and accept me, but he said I have no honor," he looked at Yamcha with tears in his eyes. "Not that you weren't a great dad but I still wanted him to at least acknowledge that I was his biological son."
"I understand completely. Look Trunks, you tried. And I think Vegeta is proud of you despite what he says. Regardless of what he thinks or says, I'm proud of you. Your mother is proud of you. And that girl in your room is proud of you." Trunks winced at the mention of Teresa. He was afraid of getting in trouble.
"Are you disappointed in me for not waiting?" he asked meekly. Yamcha smiled a knowing smile.
"Well, I would have preferred it if you had waited until marriage, but I can tell that you really love her. If you were just doing this as a physical need thing or because you could, I would be very disappointed in you. But you both love each other so much and that's not something to be upset about." Trunks smiled. "Anyway. I've gotta get going, these passes aren't very long you know! Just know I'm so proud of you. Seeing you as the man you've become is the greatest reward I could have ever asked for."
"Will I get to see you again?"
"Maybe not for a long time. They only send us out when we're really needed. But I am ALWAYS with you. And I love you very much son."
"I love you too dad." Trunks whispered as the image of Yamcha faded from the balcony.
"Trunks?" came Teresa's voice from the door. He turned to see her wrapped in a sheet; her hair still tousled from their passion. "Who are you talking to?"
"No one," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "Come on, let's go back to bed."
Bulma lay for a long time in Vegeta's arms, trying to work up the courage to breech the subject of their son. She had been horribly selfish in surrendering to her own desires instead of making Vegeta face up to his actions. She had wasted enough time.
"Vegeta?" she asked. A grunt was her reply. "Can you please tell me what happened between you and Trunks?"
"It is none of your concern, woman." He said, turning away from her.
"He's my son and that makes it my concern! Look, I have a pretty good idea of what you said to him out there. Don't you see what a hero he is?"
"Hero? He has disgraced me in front of the entire empire! He couldn't let me have the glory of dying honorably in battle like a warrior has the right to do, but he stepped in to 'help' me when I did not require his assistance!"
"Are you trying to convince me or yourself of that?" she asked. He was silent for a moment.
"Do you have any idea of how long I have waited for this? For this moment when I would be the undisputed ruler of the universe? And then he stepped in and not only surpassed me in strength, but took my glory all in the same moment!"
"But Vegeta-" she began but then stopped. "Wait. What do you mean 'undisputed ruler of the universe?' Is that what the battle was about?"
"Woman are you really that dense?" he asked turning to face her again. She was now sitting up in bed staring at him in disbelief. "I have been waiting years to defeat Kold's empire."
"What?" he rolled his eyes at her question.
"Since you are from a pathetic planet that has barely any grasp of what I'm talking about I'll explain it slowly for your feeble brain to grasp. I have been at war with Kold since I defeated Frieza on Namek. We had come to a stalemate and the war had become cold. My empire was half the universe, his was the other. The only unclaimed territory was the Vellmina sector, where Kermana was the strongest planet. Lucky for me they needed a new planet-"
"Oh my God," she whispered, shrinking away from him. "This is why you wanted the capsules. It wasn't to save the Kermanians! It was so they would side with you and you could defeat King Kold!"
"Of course." He said with a cruel smirk, "You think I was doing this out of the kindness of my heart?"
"This was all for power! This was all to satisfy your own need to be the most powerful being in the universe? You used me-"
"You allowed yourself to be used." He remarked, pulling on his pants. Tears sprang from her eyes.
"How dare you. You asshole!"
"It was my destiny to rule this universe under the Saiyan Empire since the day I was born! It was written in the stars! And Frieza took it all away when he destroyed my planet! This is my destiny! The Saiyans have risen again and all will bow before me!" he roared. Bulma calmly stood and gathered her clothes.
"This was all for your selfish pride. You never think of anyone but yourself. My God Vegeta, do you know that you may be one of the weakest people I have ever met?"
"How dare you-"
"You're weak Vegeta. You're weak because you hide behind your pride. You've let it run you your entire life, letting it give you worth and meaning. And when it comes right down to it, you've lost everything that matters in life because of your pride. Your relationship with Trunks is ruined because you can't see past the fact that he defeated Kooler and you didn't. You can't see how many people he saved today. You can't see that he did what he did out of love for you. Your pride blinded you. And our relationship. I've always thought you had worth and meaning without any of the tough guy bullshit you throw around. Underneath the arrogant asshole act is a wonderful person who I happen to be in love with. But you can't even admit the same to me because of your pride. You're a slave Vegeta." She said everything so calmly it sounded like soft rain on a still lake. Vegeta, for the first time in his life, had no idea how to react. He clenched his jaw and looked her straight in the eyes.
"Get off my planet," his voice was forced. Bulma pulled on the rest of her clothes. He turned and gazed out into the black night. As she reached the door, she couldn't help but say one more thing.
"You could have been a great man Vegeta. If only you would have let go of your pride." Her voice cracked as she said the last words. Vegeta's eyebrow twitched imperceptibly. He did not lash out at her. He did not follow the strong urge to kill her where she stood. He ignored her, acting as if everything she had just said was pointless drivel. It was the last defense mechanism, to act as if she hadn't gotten to him with her words. The door closed softly behind her, blocking out the first sounds of her sobs.
Chapter 23
**I didn't know what I was going to do as I ran off that battlefield, leaving Teresa and my son standing amongst the Hollywood-type scene of severed heads and a blood soaked dirt field. I could only imagine what Vegeta had said to our son to upset him in such a way. What irritated me the most was that Trunks had just saved his life and the kingdom. Countless lives were saved because of Trunks' quick thinking. Even Vegeta had to see that.
I knew how proud Vegeta was. But even his overwhelming pride had to have a weakness. His son becoming a hero should have been one of them. As I arrived at Vegeta's quarters, Ardlin attempted to deter me from entering. I pushed my way past him and entered the room, where Vegeta stood fuming over what had just transpired. I had never seen him so angry over anything, and that's saying something. I knew he was angry, but regardless of his anger, nothing could have prepared me for what happened next...***
-Excerpt from the Journals of Bulma Briefs, 796 AD.
Vegeta faced the window when Bulma entered. He didn't want to deal with her right now; his ego had suffered a dangerous blow.
"What did you say to Trunks?" she demanded to his back. She sounded angry. It was nothing compared to what he felt. He had worked his entire life to be the strongest and the best. He had finally worked out a way to run the universe and have the people of the universe bow to him as the supreme ruler. And he had lost it all because of some hotheaded brat! He would rather die and have his plans disappear with him. At least he would have been remembered for trying to conquer the galaxy and overthrow the Kold Empire that had ruled for generations. He would have been a legend. Now he would be looked at as nothing but a washed out middle aged man who was surpassed by his illegitimate heir. An illegitimate heir that didn't even have enough courtesy to dispose of him after he had surpassed him.
As his blood boiled, a small part in the back of his mind couldn't help but feel somewhat proud. His son, his blood and the royal lineage of Vegetasei had lived on in the lavender haired boy. The style in which he fought, the cool calculated blows and graceful moves that marked instinctual fighting style was very prevalent in Trunks. The blood lust and dark pleasure Vegeta had seen in his eyes was pure Saiyan. He enjoyed battle like a real Saiyan should. He lusted for it; it ate away at him as it did Vegeta. He knew what it was like to be drunk on power like the boy must have been as Kooler was blown to pieces. Nothing had ever made him so proud and so ashamed at the same time.
Vegeta felt that he had to regain control of something. He needed to feel whole again; he needed to fix his wounded pride. He turned to face Bulma and without a word pushed her against the wall.
"It is none of your business what I said to the boy." He growled, looking into her eyes. She could tell something was wrong but she could guess at his intentions towards her. Suddenly, his lips were on her neck showering her with fiercely gentle kisses.
She pushed his head away and held it between her hands. Looking in his eyes, she could see the emotional shield he had always had in his eyes was gone, and in its place was a look Bulma had never seen on his face before. He was confused, scared and lost all in one. He didn't know who or what he was anymore; Trunks' victory on the battlefield had taken that from him. He needed reassurance. He needed to feel like he still had something left. That something was her. The look was so shocking her anger melted away and she kissed him gently on the lips. He returned her kiss, and carried her to the bed.
Tossing her gently onto the soft bed, he very slowly peeled her clothes from her body. He took the care of a person opening a gift with wrapping he doesn't want to tear. It was slow and deliberate, exposing her flesh to the air as she ran her fingernails along his piston-like thighs. She wanted to be mad at him. But, like always, her anger was always quick to fade when he was near. Something about him made her submit to his every whim. She should be defending her son, but Vegeta's tender touch and vulnerable eyes made her melt like ice cream on a summer afternoon.
When her clothes had been removed, she sat up and pushed his hands back. With the same torturous slowness she stripped him of his clothing, following with each garment butterfly kisses and small tongue flicks over his honeyed skin. He couldn't hold back a moan, as her lips tasted every part of his body. She took her time, avoiding his genitals at all costs, to tease and taste every part of him.
Her hands ran lightly over the inside of his thighs but then quickly moved so she would not brush his throbbing arousal. He moaned in protest but at the same time he was enjoying the pleasures she was inflicting over the rest of his body. Women barely ever took the time to explore a man's body, many just headed straight for the penis. But he was very happy that Bulma knew that the penis was not a male's only erogenous zone. As she worked he became more excited, his passion becoming almost unbearable.
She could sense Vegeta's growing excitement and she took him in her mouth in one swift motion. The unexpected contact made him tip his head back in pleasure as she worked his hard shaft with her warm, tight mouth. He reached for her, any part of her, just so he could feel her skin against his hands. She worked him for a long time, her head and hand moving in perfect rhythm along his length. He neared release and she was more than prepared to take everything he had, but he stopped her.
Withdrawing from her mouth, he positioned himself over her receptive body. He wanted to return the favor, but in his present state there was no time. He needed her right then. He pushed himself into her, drawing a moan from her flushed lips. She was so wonderful around him, a perfect fit for his manhood. As he thrust into her, he tried to push the thought out of his mind that this encounter had been brought about by more than just a physical need for her. He needed her in other ways right now and had no other way of expressing his desire to be close to her.
She moaned as he thrust wildly into her, rocking her body and the bed at a rate that threatened to break the bed. She wasn't sure who was louder, the bed or her. She climaxed in a wave of emotional release and physical exertion. Inexplicable tears flowed down her face and he kissed them away. She felt him coming near his own release and went to pull away as she sometimes did. She didn't want a pregnancy this late in her life.
"No. Don't move, just take it." He whispered, spilling into her with a low moan.
"Vegeta." She whispered, kissing him softly.
Trunks stood on the balcony of his room in his boxers. Teresa was still in bed, exhausted from their lovemaking. She had taken him back to the room to tend his wounds and as he swallowed his anger at Vegeta, the urge to have her was unstoppable. It was primitive he supposed to take her after a fight, to give in to the other part of his Saiyan nature. Not that he minded that part.
Now that it was over, he had nothing to occupy his mind. Vegeta's harsh words, his mother's angry face and the killing of Kooler swirled around him like a swarm of mosquitoes. He had killed Kooler because he had to. It was battle, people died in battle. But he had never killed anyone before today. It was an odd feeling.
As he watched the sun sink into the horizon, he slid into a trance-like state. Time seemed to pass without him noticing. Suddenly, he felt that he was not alone on the balcony. There was someone standing to his right. Turning, he caught sight of a handsome face with a long scar down it and short black hair.
"Dad?" he gasped, stepping backward without realizing it.
"Hey kiddo." Yamcha said cheerfully, smiling at his son.
"What-what are you doing here? Am I dreaming again?" Trunks asked, Yamcha laughed at him.
"Kind of. But that's not important. What is important is I saw what you did today." Trunks lowered his head in shame and sadness upon hearing the words. "I'm not here to reprimand you! I think what you did was very noble. You did the right thing and you know it."
"But dad...Vegeta hates me for it. I thought that I'd win his approval and accept me, but he said I have no honor," he looked at Yamcha with tears in his eyes. "Not that you weren't a great dad but I still wanted him to at least acknowledge that I was his biological son."
"I understand completely. Look Trunks, you tried. And I think Vegeta is proud of you despite what he says. Regardless of what he thinks or says, I'm proud of you. Your mother is proud of you. And that girl in your room is proud of you." Trunks winced at the mention of Teresa. He was afraid of getting in trouble.
"Are you disappointed in me for not waiting?" he asked meekly. Yamcha smiled a knowing smile.
"Well, I would have preferred it if you had waited until marriage, but I can tell that you really love her. If you were just doing this as a physical need thing or because you could, I would be very disappointed in you. But you both love each other so much and that's not something to be upset about." Trunks smiled. "Anyway. I've gotta get going, these passes aren't very long you know! Just know I'm so proud of you. Seeing you as the man you've become is the greatest reward I could have ever asked for."
"Will I get to see you again?"
"Maybe not for a long time. They only send us out when we're really needed. But I am ALWAYS with you. And I love you very much son."
"I love you too dad." Trunks whispered as the image of Yamcha faded from the balcony.
"Trunks?" came Teresa's voice from the door. He turned to see her wrapped in a sheet; her hair still tousled from their passion. "Who are you talking to?"
"No one," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "Come on, let's go back to bed."
Bulma lay for a long time in Vegeta's arms, trying to work up the courage to breech the subject of their son. She had been horribly selfish in surrendering to her own desires instead of making Vegeta face up to his actions. She had wasted enough time.
"Vegeta?" she asked. A grunt was her reply. "Can you please tell me what happened between you and Trunks?"
"It is none of your concern, woman." He said, turning away from her.
"He's my son and that makes it my concern! Look, I have a pretty good idea of what you said to him out there. Don't you see what a hero he is?"
"Hero? He has disgraced me in front of the entire empire! He couldn't let me have the glory of dying honorably in battle like a warrior has the right to do, but he stepped in to 'help' me when I did not require his assistance!"
"Are you trying to convince me or yourself of that?" she asked. He was silent for a moment.
"Do you have any idea of how long I have waited for this? For this moment when I would be the undisputed ruler of the universe? And then he stepped in and not only surpassed me in strength, but took my glory all in the same moment!"
"But Vegeta-" she began but then stopped. "Wait. What do you mean 'undisputed ruler of the universe?' Is that what the battle was about?"
"Woman are you really that dense?" he asked turning to face her again. She was now sitting up in bed staring at him in disbelief. "I have been waiting years to defeat Kold's empire."
"What?" he rolled his eyes at her question.
"Since you are from a pathetic planet that has barely any grasp of what I'm talking about I'll explain it slowly for your feeble brain to grasp. I have been at war with Kold since I defeated Frieza on Namek. We had come to a stalemate and the war had become cold. My empire was half the universe, his was the other. The only unclaimed territory was the Vellmina sector, where Kermana was the strongest planet. Lucky for me they needed a new planet-"
"Oh my God," she whispered, shrinking away from him. "This is why you wanted the capsules. It wasn't to save the Kermanians! It was so they would side with you and you could defeat King Kold!"
"Of course." He said with a cruel smirk, "You think I was doing this out of the kindness of my heart?"
"This was all for power! This was all to satisfy your own need to be the most powerful being in the universe? You used me-"
"You allowed yourself to be used." He remarked, pulling on his pants. Tears sprang from her eyes.
"How dare you. You asshole!"
"It was my destiny to rule this universe under the Saiyan Empire since the day I was born! It was written in the stars! And Frieza took it all away when he destroyed my planet! This is my destiny! The Saiyans have risen again and all will bow before me!" he roared. Bulma calmly stood and gathered her clothes.
"This was all for your selfish pride. You never think of anyone but yourself. My God Vegeta, do you know that you may be one of the weakest people I have ever met?"
"How dare you-"
"You're weak Vegeta. You're weak because you hide behind your pride. You've let it run you your entire life, letting it give you worth and meaning. And when it comes right down to it, you've lost everything that matters in life because of your pride. Your relationship with Trunks is ruined because you can't see past the fact that he defeated Kooler and you didn't. You can't see how many people he saved today. You can't see that he did what he did out of love for you. Your pride blinded you. And our relationship. I've always thought you had worth and meaning without any of the tough guy bullshit you throw around. Underneath the arrogant asshole act is a wonderful person who I happen to be in love with. But you can't even admit the same to me because of your pride. You're a slave Vegeta." She said everything so calmly it sounded like soft rain on a still lake. Vegeta, for the first time in his life, had no idea how to react. He clenched his jaw and looked her straight in the eyes.
"Get off my planet," his voice was forced. Bulma pulled on the rest of her clothes. He turned and gazed out into the black night. As she reached the door, she couldn't help but say one more thing.
"You could have been a great man Vegeta. If only you would have let go of your pride." Her voice cracked as she said the last words. Vegeta's eyebrow twitched imperceptibly. He did not lash out at her. He did not follow the strong urge to kill her where she stood. He ignored her, acting as if everything she had just said was pointless drivel. It was the last defense mechanism, to act as if she hadn't gotten to him with her words. The door closed softly behind her, blocking out the first sounds of her sobs.