Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sins of the Past ❯ Will You Stop Touching Me ( Chapter 2 )

I know the first chapter wasn't that exciting, but hey, everything needs a set up. I'm sure you aren't here to listen to me babble (although I am rather good at it), so quit listening to me and get reading….

Chapter 2

Will You Stop Touching Me

Bulma leaped to her feet, "What are you talking about?" she cried. Her mind racing, not only trying to figure out who they were, but why they had come. What they were telling her made no sense.

"The Saijin no Ouji will be taken before a tribunal that will decide his fate." Amma told Bulma her tone slightly more compassionate then her partner's had been.

"I don't understand any of this." Bulma moaned, sinking into a chair.

Amma ran her hand through her hair, she hated this part, "Look, the whole Tribunal thing is new. It's only been around a few years, so they have a lot of catching up to do. The Saijin no Ouji was brought to the Council's attention recently. Because it's been such a long time, they are allowing him the chance to plead his case before an actual trial."

"Which mean?"

"It means he will be brought before a special council. He will have a chance to defend his actions, and if they are satisfied there were extenuating circumstances and his ways have been changed, they will let him go."

"He has changed!"

"Then there should be no problem." Amma shrugged, "We'll take him to the council, he'll have a chance to speak his peace and he should be let go. Simple as that."

"It's not as simple as that!" Bulma was on her feet again; "He will never defend his actions to some council! He has too much pride for that!"

"That would pose a problem." Amma shrugged, "But then again it's not my problem. He should be awake in a few hours, and maybe you can convince him to help himself. We have some time before we are set to rendezvous, since this seems to bother you so much. I suppose I can allow a meeting."

"You're damn right this bother me! You have come here, broken into my home, taken my husband, and for what? Things that happened another lifetime ago?"

Trunks, who had been sitting quietly on the floor, walked slowly over to his mother. He had never seen her this angry before, and though he wouldn't admit it, he was frightened. "Mom? What are they going to do to Dad?' he asked, softly, afraid to hear the answer.

"Well?" Bulma cried, "Don't you have an answer for him? He has a right to know what you're doing to his father!"

"Amma," Sousan suddenly interrupted, turning from his position looking out the window, "Abraxous is coming back."

"Shit!" she cried, storming to the door, "Who screwed what up now?"

As soon as Sousan saw her rushing across the lawn, he turned back to Bulma. "When she comes back, ask her for her help again, but this time touch her when you do." He was grinning evilly.

"Why?" Bulma asked, suspiciously. There was something about his grin that made her nervous.

"She's an empath. She will sense all your emotions through touch. She has the power to make the decision about the trial on her own. The council trusts her judgement, there is no reason we have to take your husband to them if we can determine what you say is true."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I can tell something about this particular case bothers, Amma. I have a feeling she will regret turning this over to the council. I will not allow that to happen again." His voice trailed off, but he shook his head and grinned at her, "Besides it will annoy her to no end to have more work to do, and I take a perverse pleasure in tormenting her."

Bulma shivered; there was something charming, yet creepy about that smile. She pulled Trunks closer to her.

The back door banged open and Amma stormed through. "Would you believe he was coming all the way back here to tell me everything was fine? He may be the most loyal creature there is, but he is dumb as a post."

"That would explain his loyalty to you." Sousan grinned at her.

She glared at him, "C'mon, we have things to do. I want to be sure Honos has properly reprimanded Norak." She turned to Bulma, "I will send someone to retrieve you when your husband wakes." She turned to leave.

Bulma wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing, but she was sure that it would be her only chance to save Vegeta. She rushed forward and grabbed Amma's arm, "Please isn't there anything you could do to help?"

Amma yanked her arm away as though she had been burned. The pain and fear that came pouring into her as the result of that touch was overpowering. She had to get away as quickly as possible. "No." she said simply and fled through the back door.

Tears welling in her eyes, Bulma turned to Sousan.

"Wait." He told her in a tone that held promise, before he turned and followed Amma out the door.

Bulma sank into a chair as the door closed, covering her face with her hands. She wouldn't allow herself to cry, not with Trunks watching her.

"Mom? What's going on? Why would they want to arrest Dad?" Trunks asked in a pleading tone.

"It's a mistake." She lied. It was too much to deal with now. Trunks didn't know the whole story about his father's past and now wasn't the time to tell him. What am I going to do? She wondered, Obviously the situation can't be dealt with by brute force. Vegeta would have taken care of it already. C'mon, girl, you're suppose to be a genius here, you can figure this out.

"Why don't you tell them they've made a mistake?" Trunks asked, "I bet if you called Goten's dad he would come over here and straighten them out."

"You know, Trunks, that's not such a bad idea." Bulma was surprised she hadn't thought of it. Although calling Goku to help Vegeta was definitely not an option, "I don't know about Goku though. We don't need someone to fight, we need…"

"Someone smart." Trunks interrupted, "What about Piccolo? He's real smart. I bet he could explain the mistake and get Dad out of there."

Piccolo's not much better than Goku, Bulma thought, "No, not him. We need someone more subtle."

"What about Gohan? He's real smart too. Plus I don't think he's as scary as Piccolo could be." Trunks said, proud of himself for thinking of it.

"You know, kid, that's a good idea. You're pretty smart yourself." Bulma told him, going to the phone.

The back door banged open before she had taken more than a few steps. "Sit down, shut up, and listen carefully!" Amma cried, bursting into the kitchen, looking furious.

Bulma quickly complied, trying hard to keep herself from getting her hopes up.

"Here's the deal. I will get the Council to allow me to make the final decision on your husband's fate. I'm making no promises, though, and I don't want you crying if things don't go your way. Understand?"

Bulma nodded, still not sure what it all meant.

"I will only be able to buy a few days, and if he doesn't convince me that he shouldn't stand trial, he's going to the tribunal."

"But…" Bulma tried.

Amma held up her hand, "And don't even think of trying that touching thing again. I know where you got the idea for that, and it won't work again."

Bulma nodded, numbly.

"Also, I don't want you telling people we are here. If you do, the deal if off. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, oh thank you." Bulma breathed, relieved, it was something. There was still a chance.

"Don't thank me. And more importantly, don't piss me off." With that she left.

"Does that mean they're letting Dad go?" Trunks asked.

"No, but there's a chance, and that's something." She told him hugging him, and this time he didn't protest.