Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sins of the Past ❯ Morning, Sunshine ( Chapter 8 )

To make up for my stupid mistake with chapter five, I'm posting again. Thanks for the review, Peter, there will be more Z characters in other chapters. As for Goku sensing ki, no one has told him what's going on, plus, do you really think Vegeta would want his help? Hope everyone likes the chapter.

Chapter 8

Morning, Sunshine

The rocking of the bed brought Amma out of her dreams. Her sleep-clouded mind couldn't grasp what was happening. She sat up quickly thinking the ship was experiencing turbulence, but instead saw Goten bouncing on the foot of her bed. She groaned and rolled over to look at the clock next to the bed. It was worse than she thought. "Do you know what time it is, kid?"

"You told me to come back."

"I meant at a time when normal people are awake." She pulled her pillow over her head, "Is the sun even up yet?"

"It's been up for hours."

"Are you serious?" she sat, there was no way she was going to be able to get back to sleep. Even is she could she had a feeling Goten wouldn't let her. "How did you get in here anyway?"

"Same way as yesterday, but Mr. Sousan caught me. He told me I should come and wake you up."

"I'll have to have a talk with Mr. Sousan. Hey, kid, since you've woken me up at this ungodly hour, do something useful. Run get me some coffee."

Goten pouted, "I thought you some secret agent stuff for me to do."

"I do. Sneak down to the kitchen and get me some coffee without Mr. Sousan seeing you, how's that?"

"It's not secret agent stuff."

"Give me a break, kid, even secret agents need to sleep." Amma sighed, "Give me ten minutes, and we'll go get something to eat. Just wait here and don't touch anything." She headed for her bathroom.

"Can Trunks come too?"

"Do me a favor, kid, no more talking until I've had coffee." She closed the door so she couldn't hear him anymore. Mornings were not her best time, even when she planned to get up, but this sudden awaking made it worse. She knew Trunks should mean something to her, but she couldn't remember if her life depended on it. It all came crashing back to her when she opened the door. Vegeta's lavender haired son sat on the bed next to Goten, "What part of secret did you not understand?"

"I want to see my dad." Trunks told her, folding her arms and lifting his chin in Vegeta like fashion.

"No one is doing anything until I've had my coffee, after that we'll talk about your dad." Amma stalled, she hadn't planned on this, "Follow me, don't touch anything, and don't wander off."

Sousan was waiting for her in the kitchen grinning, "Oh, look everyone here comes our own little ray of sunshine," he told Res, Honos, and Aescapulus who were sitting at the table, "You're up early."

She glared at him and the snickering shoulders, "Coffee now."

He handed her the cup he was holding, then noticed the two boys trailing behind her, "What are you doing opening a day care?"

"Apparently they multiply at night." She told him sipping her coffee.

Sousan pulled her away from the boys; "Do you really think having kids here is a good idea? Is this some plan or just some bizarre maternal thing you've got going?"

She smacked him in the head, "It's suppose to help me decide what to do with the Saijin no Ouji."

"This should be stunning. How?"

"I'm still working on it, okay?" she turned away from him and faced the table, "I heard you're slipping, Honos. Narok wasn't in the infirmary even one night."

"There was something wrong with him to begin with." Honos shrugged, "I figured it would be better to send him to Aescapulus and let you deal with him later."

"There's always been something wrong with him…"

"This was worse than usual."

"Aescapulus?" she turned to the doctor with a raised eyebrow.

"There was nothing wrong with him." He almost sounded disappointed; "If I would have known it would be this boring I never would have agreed to come."

"Why would you have thought it would be any different?" Amma asked, motioning the boys to the table.

"Please, if you weren't constantly kicking ass, why would Bridget be so tired after you return from missions?"

For a moment the only sound that could be heard was Goten chewing. The doctor looked around the room, puzzled.

"It's not so much her skills as a doctor, as her skills at playing doctor that wear her out, eh, Sousan?" Res asked.

"It has been a much quieter trip." Amma smirked.

Sousan's eyes darkened, "Before this conversation goes any farther into the gutter, I would like to point out there are children in the room."

"How do you think they got here?" Honos shrugged.

"You have to excuse him," Amma told the others, "He's a little tense lately."

"I think frustrated is the word you're looking for." Res pointed out.

"I think your job is going to get a hell of a lot more interesting, Aescapulus." Sousan told him moving toward the table.

Bulma hadn't slept well. She had done her best to hide things from Trunks, how could she tell him what was going on. He had bombarded her with questions when she finally returned. Luckily, she had been allowed to stay on the ship long enough to pull herself together before she came home. There would have been no way to lie to Trunks with tears streaming down her face. She couldn't even speak without sobbing once she was out of the prison, and even then she was surprised she had held it together that long. How could he keep silent after all those accusations, she wondered, there has to be a mistake. He hadn't even looked at her. She would have been able to see something in his eyes if he had. After all this time, she had started to believe he did care. He wasn't one to talk about his feelings, but she thought she knew. Maybe everyone was right about him all along. How could I have been so stupid? What made it even worse, was that there was no one to talk to about it, she was alone. If only she could talk to someone, someone who would listen and help her sort her feelings out about this whole situation, but it had been made clear to her that she wasn't allowed to tell anyone what was going on. What am I thinking? Vegeta doesn't care, why should I protect him? Her mind made up she went downstairs to the phone. She would call Goku. His positive attitude and inherent belief in the good in everyone would cheer her up at the very least, if not help her sort through all this.

Unfortunately, Chichi was the one who answered the phone.

Trunks glared at Amma and Sousan, "Why is my dad here?"

Amma exchanged a glance with Sousan. This kid was beginning to annoy them. Which especially in Sousan's case was not a good idea. Amma knew he was ready for fight after the earlier conversation, but the others had fled before it was possible. "Look, kid, you need to talk to your mom about that." She told him, there was no way she was going to tell this kid about his father's past.

"Why would I have to ask her? You know."

Sousan's patience was long gone, and child or not, he was ready to knock the kid across the room. He took a step forward, but Amma stopped him with a hand on his arm, "Because it's for your mom to tell you not us."

"Then let me go see him."

"I told you that's not possible."

"Why not? You took my mom to see him yesterday."

"He doesn't want to see you!" Sousan's voice was loud and sudden in the room. Everyone froze and even Trunks couldn't think of anything to say.

As true as the statement was, Amma wished Sousan had shown some compassion before blurting it out the way he did.

"Why would Trunks' dad not want to see him?" Goten asked, quietly with sadness in his voice.

"I think the best thing would be if you two went home. Talk to your mother, Trunks, okay? After you do that, we'll see what we can do…"

The door suddenly burst open and Narok stormed in, "Why are we still here? We were supposed to leave and deliver the Saijin no Ouji to the Tribunal."

"Are you questioning me?" Amma demanded.

"Yes, I would hate to have to go to the Council and tell them about your blatant disregard for orders."

"You two better leave now." Amma told the boys, "Go on home?"

"Why?" Goten asked.

"You ever heard of `grown folk business'?"

"No, what does that mean?"

"It means it's none of your business. Go on home."

"C'mon, Goten," Trunks said, pulling him by the arm, "She's probably going to kick his ass like she did yesterday."

Narok's face darkened.

"The boy's right," Sousan grinned, "You're certainly asking for a good ass kicking."

"As for going to the Council, be my guest," Amma smiled evilly; " they are the ones who told me to stay. Do you question their authority too?"

"You're all fools," Narok hissed, "You have no clue how dangerous that man is."

"Maybe we are underestimating him." Amma cast a glance at Sousan.

"Much the same way Narok is underestimating us, you think?" they looked at each other a moment and then turned back to Narok.

"You will regret letting him live." Narok turned on his heel and left the room.

"Do you know what that was about?" Amma asked after he was gone.

"Inferiority complex?" Sousan shrugged.

"Goku?" Chichi shrilled, "Of course, he's not here, he's off training. How much training does one person need? He is the strongest man in the universe, it's not like your husband who has something to prove."

Bulma bit her tongue, regretting her decision to call in the first place, she should have know Goku wouldn't be home anyway, and she really didn't need to listen to Chichi bitch. "I'm sorry, Chichi, it sounds like you're busy. So maybe I'll try later or something." All she wanted to do was get away from that shrill voice.

"Wait minute." Chichi sounded suspicious. "Why didn't you just send Trunks out here? You know how Goku hates the phone. Something's going on isn't it? If you think I'm going to let you drag my Goku off to who knows where just after he finally came back, you're sadly mistaken. You don't know what it's like to have your husband gone for seven years, do you? If you think…"

Bulma stopped listening. She wanted to just hang up, but knew that would only make it worse. Over the years, she, like everyone else had developed a way to deal with Chichi's tirades. Trunks and Goten coming across the lawn distracted her attention and the phone was forgotten. Trunks seemed angry and Goten appeared to be trying to comfort him.

"…doesn't mean it's true." Goten was saying.

"Just shut up, Goten." Trunks snapped, and Bulma could see tears he refused to shed gathering in his eyes.

"What happened? Were you two at the ship?" Bulma demanded, "I told you not to go there. They are dangerous people, and you need to stay away from them."

"Bulma?" Chichi's voice shrilled in her ear, "What's going on over there? What kind of trouble are those boys in now?"

"They told Trunks his dad didn't want to see him, and he's upset." Goten told her.

"I told you I don't care." Trunks shouted defiantly.

"You can't believe everything they say." Bulma told him, although she knew it was probably true, Trunks didn't need to know that.

"Who are you talking about? Bulma…" Chichi tried again.

"It's nothing, Chichi. I have to go."

"Oh, no you don't! If Goten is over there and something is going on I have a right to know."

"It's nothing really." Bulma realized she didn't sound convincing and knew she was in trouble.

"That's it! I'm coming over!" the phone went dead.

"Shit." Bulma muttered.

"What's wrong?" Goten asked.

"Your mother is coming over."