Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Springs ❯ Chapter 24

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Chapter 24: Haunted

Bulma returned to her room, the tears flowing down her face. She was angry, hurt and worst of all, she felt betrayed. The whole premise of her coming to the capital was to manufacture capsules to save the Kermanians. He never told her that she was making capsules so he could acquire Kermana and take over the universe. She couldn't believe she had been so blind. She should have seen this coming, but she was so engrossed in being with him that she didn't pay any attention. And then to have him treat Trunks that way, it was unforgivable.

She started tossing clothes into her suitcases; she had no desire to stay on this planet any longer. She had done what she was paid to do; open a capsule plant. But she had also been turned into Vegeta's personal whore during and now he had capsule technology. He was the victor of this situation.

The door swung open quietly as Bulma muttered to herself and tossed clothes about the room. She was so upset she didn't even notice the figure that entered.

"Mom?" came a soft voice, Trunks could tell she wasn't herself right now.

"Trunks?" she asked, turning to meet his eyes, a mirror of her own. He took one look at her dishelved appearance and tear-stained face and the hereditary scowl darkened his concerned features.

"What happened? Mom? What did he say to you?"

"Nothing," she answered, trying to sound normal and chipper but Trunks could se through it.

No mom! What did that self-absorbed bastard say to you?"

"Trunks. Forget about it. It's in the past. Now let's just get the hell out of here before morning ok?" her voice was staccato and fierce. Trunks could tell that there was no arguing with her, but he noticed that she hadn't come to Vegeta's defense when he called him a bastard. "Go get your stuff together. We'll leave in two hours."

"Ok." Trunks said, heading to the door. He stopped abruptly, as though he had run into a wall. "Uh...hey mom?"

"What?"

"Look, I was thinking...um...Teresa doesn't have anywhere to go, so if she wants, can she come to earth with us?"

"Isn't she a diplomat?" Bulma was confused. Trunks told her Teresa was a diplomat months ago.

"Not really. See...well...she's actually a-"

"A what Trunks? Spit it out because I am not in he mood right now."

"A concubine. She was a gift to Vegeta from Avallino, but since she is so young-" he avoided her eyes like the plague.

"Oh Jesus," Bulma pinched the bridge of her nose, she could feel a massive migraine coming. "This keeps getting better and better. I don't want to talk about this right now, but we will have a very lengthy discussion about it when we get home. And yes, if Teresa wishes, she can come with us."

"Thanks." He whispered before running out the door.



The situation with his mother could have become ugly. But she seemed too preoccupied to reprimand him now. He hadn't meant to lie to his mother, but if she had found out that Teresa was a concubine from the first day, they could never have been together.

"Teresa?" he said, entering the dimly lit room. Teresa was curled up on the bed near the lamp, quietly reading a book.

"Yeah?" she said, turning her face to him. It still took his breath away to see how beautiful she was. The dark hair and dark eyes, porcelain skin and full lips, she was a classic beauty. Men would spend their lives trying to capture one moment of her beauty on canvas or in stone, and not one could ever come close to the way she looked right then.

"I have to ask you something. Now, don't answer until I'm done ok?"

"Ok," she said, half laughing at him. He came to the bed and took her hands in his and gazed deeply into her eyes.

"Teresa, I love you. You are the most wonderful person I have ever met and I feel lucky to have you in my life. But I have to go back to earth now. And I can't imagine going back without you. Will you come with me? Please?" he finished, tears rimming his eyes. She gazed at him, utterly shocked. The tears were collecting in her own eyes.

"Trunks, I-" she began.

"I forgot. You have a family you probably want to return to," he mumbled. He was so afraid she'd say no, he didn't want to hear her answer.

"Yes I do have a family. But my life is with you now. Yes I love my family, but after seeing all of this, after living in this palace, I can't go back to being a farm hand for the rest of my life. If I go home, I'll end up marrying some guy from the village and having about 10 kids and farming the land until I die. I don't want that life. I want to be with you. I love you," she gazed into his eyes, holding his face in her hands. A tear slid down his cheek and he kissed her softly.

"I love you too. You know what I just thought of? You can go to art school when we get to earth if you want. It'll be great! And I'll build you a studio that has a great view of the mountains. We'll be so happy! Go pack and meet me back here in an hour!" his words tumbled from his mouth like a rushing waterfall, he could barely contain his excitement.

"Trunks slow down! We can make plans later ok!"

"Ok! Just go pack!"

"All right," she kissed him "I'll be back."

"I'll be waiting," he whispered seductively. She left the room and he started to pack the euphoria of adolescent fairy-tale dreams wiping away all traces of worry or angry left over from his confrontation with Vegeta. He was gathering his clothes when he felt a presence in the room.

"Foolish boy, hindered by emotions for that girl," said Vegeta as he entered the room. Trunks became the hardened warrior that he was on the battlefield and turned to face his father.

"What do you want Vegeta? Haven't you done enough damage for one lifetime?"

"Hardly. I am here as the royal code of honor of Vegetasei dictates I should be. Once an offspring has defeated a parent's foe, the parent must make a business deal with the child."

"Oh yeah? I'm not interested so save your breath."

"You may want to listen to what I have to say. I will only offer you this once. If you refuse, the offer will never be made again. I am willing to officially make you the heir to the empire and teach you to rule it," Trunks' eyes widened at Vegeta's words. "However. If you accept you must forget your human tendencies to become a perfect warrior like myself. I will teach you rule this empire through your strength and cunning. You will have all the power of the universe at your fingertips after my passing."

"Go to hell," Trunks spat. "I don't want anything from you."

"You've made a mistake boy," Vegeta said, leaving the room without another word. Trunks took a deep breath. First the man told him he had no honor and now he was offering to teach Trunks to rule? But it wasn't an offer to accept him as his son and love him, as a father should. It was an offer for him to rule the universe with an iron fist, make the planets cower at his name. He could never do it. He was too human. He gathered his emotions and continued to pack.



The engines of the ship rumbled in Bulma's belly. She knew she should have been strapped in and ready for take-off, but she couldn't tear herself away from the window. She looked down at the docking area, the bustling crews from other ships and the non-stop movement of the trucks taking items to various stores and buildings. None of that was of interest to her at all. What kept her at the window was the figure dressed in Saiyan armor, looking expressionless and cold as he watched the ship ready for departure. Vegeta's eyes were locked on her's, both of them were too stubborn to look away.

The ship began to move. As they slowly ascended, she let her hand reach up and linger on the cold glass, tears evident in her aqua eyes. She was losing him again. The only man she had ever truly loved, and she had to watch as he faded from her. She almost laughed harshly upon remembering the last time she had watched him disappear from her life, this time he was the one watching the ship become a speck in the sky.

Two silent tears fell from her eyes as he disappeared from view. Once they were in space, she held her head high as she retreated to her quarters. Once there, her legs gave out on her and she collapsed onto the floor. She sobbed until she was voiceless. She had never cried so much in such a short period of time in her life, and certainly she had never shed so many tears over one man as she had in the past year.

"Oh Vegeta...I will always love you...." She mouthed her voice non-existent.