Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sins of the Past ❯ I Have the Scars to Prove It ( Chapter 19 )

Okay, since everyone seemed in agreement that there were a lot of loose ends, I tried to tie them up. I really appreciate all the feedback! Hopefully, this will give everyone some closure. LOL! Let me know what you think! Hope you like it!

Chapter 19

I Have the Scars to Prove It

The bruises were long gone, it hadn't taken more than a day, and the only thing to remind her of the whole thing was the scar on her shoulder. That and the fact they had been stuck on the stupid planet for an extra few days due to the repairs. It wasn't so bad though, Bulma had appreciated the fact that she had taken a bullet and the crew had been allowed to take rooms inside the Capsule Corp. complex. The rooms were far nicer than anything they had on the ship and none of them were anxious to get back to the Council.

"Why are you still here?" Vegeta demanded, "I thought you were fixing your ship and leaving?" It seemed that every time he turned around she was there. Of course, since she spent most of her time hanging out in the kitchen he had plenty of chances to run into her.

It was one of the highlights of Amma's day to have these conversations with him. He would get so angry, and she couldn't resist teasing him, it was too much fun. "We are, but I couldn't leave without seeing you one last time." She batted her eyes at him.

"I can still kill you, don't forget that."

"Can, but won't. There's a difference, you know."

"Yes, there is, but it won't matter to you when you're dead."

She pretended to pout, "You keep talking like that, I'm going to think you don't like me."

He glared at her; "To think otherwise would be delusional on your part."

"Fine, be that way." She shrugged, "We're leaving tomorrow night at sunset, then you won't have to see me ever again. That is if I can convince your wife to let Pheas leave. She's had him locked in her lab all day, makes you wonder what they are doing in there." She widened her eyes suggestively.

"I'm sure my wife would have no interest in that ugly mate of yours." He snorted, then muttered to himself, "Your interest is puzzling as well."

"I heard that." She cried triumphantly, "There was a compliment in there somewhere, I'm sure of it."

"Think what you want," he shrugged, reaching for the bag of chips she was eating.

Amma quickly snatched them away, "Get your own. These are mine."

"This is my house, everything in it is mine."

"Maybe I wouldn't be forced to eat all your food, if you hadn't made such a glutton of yourself on my ship."

"If that was your concern you shouldn't have had me there in the first place." He snarled, "You should have taken me to your stupid Council and been done with it."

"Goad me all you want, you're still not getting this bag. You'll have to kill me first." She clutched the bag to her chest and leaped away from the table.

"Don't think I won't." he snapped forming a ki blast in his palm and aiming it towards her.

"Take your best shot." She challenged a glint in her eyes.

The ruined back door banged open, distracting them and Sousan wandered in. He took one look at the situation and called, "Mom, Vegeta and Amma are fighting again." He noticed the bag Amma had clutched to her chest, and snatched them away, "Thanks, that's what I was looking for," and he left.

The ki blast knocked the door from its last hinge, and the lightening bolt started it on fire.

"Hey! You two almost hit me!" Sousan cried, watching the door burn from a safe distance.

"Will you two behave!" Bulma raged, storming into the kitchen, "What did I tell you two about fighting in the house like that?"

The sound of the crickets chirping suddenly ceased. Amma didn't bother to open her eyes, she knew who it was. She waited, wondering if he would say anything, she was sure he didn't know she was awake, if it hadn't been for years of training, she wouldn't have heard him. The waiting finally became too much and she said, "I know you're there. Is there something you wanted or where you just planning on standing out here staring at me?"

Vegeta stepped out of the shadows; "Your snoring was waking the neighbors."

She sat up straighter in the chair, pulling the blanket around her shoulders, "I'm not going to argue with you about whether I snore or not. You see, the only ones who have any right to bring up my sleeping habits, are the men who share my bed, after we've fucked. You don't fall into that category, so fuck off."

"You are vulgar, you know that?"

"And you're a tight ass, so I guess neither one of us should be making judgements on the other, huh?"

He snorted, and turned away, suddenly finding something interesting on the other side of the lawn.

"I'm tired." She sighed, "I'm not in the mood for games. Are you going to ask or not?"

"What could I possibly want to ask you?" he snorted, keeping his back to her.

"Why." She said, simply.

"I know why, it had something to do with some sentimental bullshit Kakortt said to you." He snarled.

"Piccolo told me that Goku knew you better than anyone else did. But he was wrong, you know. Goku may know a lot of the facts about your life and the things you've done, but he doesn't understand. We both know he could never understand."

He turned to face her, smirking, "But you understand, is that what you're saying?"

"Yes."

"You understand nothing." He snarled, eyes blazing.

She ran her hands over her face, "Let's just drop this okay? I'm too tired to have this conversation now."

He couldn't let it go. Her words were like an accusation; "Your ignorance is stunning. You may be right when you say Kakortt could never understand, but neither could you, no matter…"

"I hear them, too!" she cried, leaping to her feet.

The anger in her voice froze Vegeta, "Who?" he managed to whisper.

"All of them, I have no idea who they are. It doesn't matter; they are all the same. I can't remember them all, and when I try all I see is one. I try not to remember it makes the screams worse."

He backed away from her, dropping into a chair, "At night." He said softly.

She sat down again, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders, "It's worse then." She agreed, "But I do understand, you see. That is why I let you go. Your death wouldn't have brought any of them back, and then I would have had to deal with the guilt. You might have been free of it, but I can't do it any more."

He stared at her suspiciously, "And Kakortt told you this?"

She laughed, "Not in so many words. He told me you were more concerned with keeping what you have then destroying worlds. He gave me a lesson in ki blasts though. Scared the shit out of Sousan. It was fun."

He closed his eyes with a sigh, leaning back in the chair, "And you took his word?"

"Of course not. He was willing to let me see what was in his heart; some of the things there were from you. After the fusion, I guess that happened. It wasn't hard to figure out which were yours by the way." She shrugged, "There's not much difference between you and I."

He looked at with a raised eyebrow; "You believe that?"

She stood up with a laugh, pulling the blanket up so she could walk, "You are a bigger asshole. But yeah," she paused for a second as she passed him, putting her hand on his shoulder, "I do."

He would have reached up and taken her hand, but she was gone before he had the chance.

She stopped and turned back to face him, "I'll sleep in the house, so my snoring doesn't wake the neighbors. I take it you and Bulma are done for the night, so I can actually get some sleep?" she laughed.

He threw a halfhearted ki blast at her.

She laughed louder, and blew him a kiss. "Good night." She called running to the house.

The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon. Pheas and Amma slipped outside leaving the other to make final preparations for their departure. They sat on the ground, hiding in the shadow of the ship, Pheas leaning his back against the ship, while Amma leaned against him.

"Everything is ready to go then?" Amma asked, though the last thing she wanted to do was move. This would be the last quiet moment she would have for a while, and she didn't want it to end.

"Yeah," Pheas told her, but by the tone in his voice, she could tell he felt the same way.

"Then we'll go as soon as the sun goes down."

"Okay."

"It's not totally gone, so we don't have to get up yet." She told him.

The ship's engines flared to life, and Sousan's voice called above the noise, "Let's go! Get your lazy asses up here or we leave you here!"

Amma rose and helped Pheas to his feet, "Time to go. I hate him sometimes, you know."

"I would think you'd be glad to get out of here." Sousan told her as they headed for the cockpit.

"I am mostly, I mean, I'm going to miss the kid and everything, but I'm not looking forward to facing the Council." Amma told him, taking her seat and strapping in.

"We'll get you a puppy, how's that?" Pheas asked.

"A big one with lots of sharp teeth. After I finish the three weeks of reports and meetings for the Council." She told them.

"You're exaggerating. It won't be that bad." Sousan rolled his eyes.

"For you. It won't be bad for you."

"Great." Pheas muttered, "She'll be crabby for days now."

"I told you I'm quitting, didn't I?" she asked them as the ship lifted off the ground and disappeared into the night sky.

"A couple of times, yes." Sousan answered.

"This time I mean it." She assured them.

"You meant it last time." Sousan sighed, dreading the trip home.