Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So Blue 2--Here We Stand ❯ Dear Arcadia, Trunks, whichever you chose ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

So Blue- Here We Stand

I will never doubt that
We will make it through
No matter the cost
We've gone this far
Why not find out how it works out
For you and me
We'll make it through
I thought we were lost
But somehow we haven't found a way
And I hope that we never do

Amber Pacific-

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Dear Arcadia, Trunks, which ever you choose;

“Three months back on Earth, and I’m still trying to cope here without my brother. I’m writing this letter to you, hoping that in some way, I will be able to move on with my life. It just gets so hard sometimes. Especially seeing mom the way she is.

“Dead. I don’t really think it clicked yet. Haven’t even cried for you man. It just seems like you’re away on one of your adventures. And tomorrow morning you’ll wake me up by trying to kill me. Sort of like the last time you tried.

“One thing that has been going good for me is Bra. Your sister, I’m sorry to say, I fell completely for her. I think in a way she deserves better then me. She’s so smart. She makes me feel like a complete idiot. I guess it must be in the genes, you always made me feel like that. Besides that though, she perfect. However, sometimes I can’t stand to look at her. A week after your death I was finally able to bring myself to talk to her, to look at her but I see you when I find her eyes. You two are more then not twins. She is obviously the better-looking one however. Face it.

“Mom isn’t doing well. I think she’s suffering from your death. Like her broken heart is making her die faster. Videl’s new baby is the only one that can bring a smile to her lips. She walks around like a zombie. She blames herself for what happened. For not being a good mother that would make you leave her. You know how she is, Arcadia, but don’t let that get you down in Heaven. She’ll be okay. Just needs time to accept it.

“Your mom, Bulma, man how you would love her! All those years complaining how stupid everyone on Earth was, and how you hated being the only one, well, I think you got a bit of competition. Not only is she brilliant, she is a down to Earth kind of person. So much like you. You take after her far more then your dad. Bulma has totally changed the way we live and currently, Bulma has said that this planet is the most technological advanced lands in the entire Universe. Flying cars, computers that can fit in the palm of your hand, and I don’t know what the hell else.

“One thing about dating the richest girl in the world is I get the best of everything. After I taught her all the holidays, which was the funniest part; Bra proceeded to buy me a mustang and a mansion on the beach for Christmas. Man, if the ladies saw me now! I could score with all of them. But don’t worry; I’ll never mistreat Bra. She’s too amazing for me to hurt her. We’ve come so far together. I think I might marry her. I love her, bro. I’ll be good for her I promise. I won’t let you down. You’d love her too. It sucks that you’ll never know that.

“I do have to tell you, Seneca didn’t handle the news so well. Bra did, which was weird. She didn’t cry at all. Seneca cried for hours. And she repeatedly told me I was wrong. Her heart is broken. I haven’t talked to her in a week. Guess I should check up on her.


“I never thought anything could happen to you. Yeah, we’re the same age and everything but you’re my big brother. I thought you were unbreakable. Damn it if I only knew that I would have never allowed you to go on alone. Why didn’t you let me, Arcadia? I could have protected you. Yeah, who am I kidding? I’d be the one needing their butt saved.

“I won’t forgive you for taking off like that. Serious begging would have to happen first.

“I don’t know what else to say to you. I know I can’t change things now. I wish I could.”

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Bulma pulled her coat tighter around herself, walking the paths of her corporation. The lights beneath the ground lit the trail in the darkened night. Snow was beginning to fall.

Amazing how fast it all went and yet it felt as if yesterday her only son died in her arms. It’s hard to think of and yet weird considering all the things she has accomplished between now and the day of her son’s burial.

For the first few weeks afterwards, she thought nothing of his death. It felt as if she had never found him and he was still out there in the universe somewhere waiting for her to retrieve him. She shivered in her desire to go search for him. That’s why she had to leave New Vegeta-sei. The world where she always sought for her son. At least here on Earth, she was able to believe it all just a dream. A past that never really happened. A place she never had a marriage, wars, or children. She made herself believe that she never left at all.


The Capsule Corporation that her father had built still stood with many broken pieces and weeds eating up the walls. Just dust that was cleared away in less then a day. She had the place running within a week, finding thousands of workers, doctors, and scientists. Some of them that had been young when Bulma herself was, returned to the job that they had sadly lost. Apparently her parents decided to close and without much of a contract so many were out on the street, thousands homeless. But Bulma made up for their carelessness, and now Earth was once again so prosperous.


It was going back inside the building that she used to live in that was the biggest problem she had to face. Pictures, movies, rotten food, dusty bedrooms, and the bugs that were left to her. She cried silently remembering every memory she had inside the place. Bulma took care of the health inside the home by herself, sending workers away. It was her home. She was the one to fix it.


At Night, Bulma would sit up in a bed she picked out as a teenager reading her diaries that she had left behind, though her thoughts were always on Vegeta. She lies on the queen-sized mattress filled with flowers and butterflies. Not a soul on the property, other then the guards that were posted in every corner, she stared up at her glow in the dark star ceiling and imaged the stars of Vegeta-sei.


After their long battle of pain, when they had finally gotten together again, she leaves him. She was forcing herself to be alone knowing that at any moment she could just say the word and Vegeta would be there the next hour. Sometimes even she didn’t know why she left him. It all came down to one thing. Trunks.


Goten had brought over pictures and home videos, but he wouldn’t stay to watch them with her to tell her all about each one. Bulma understood, but she needed someone to tell her about her son. Yes, she would be happy to be ignorant of her son. The less pain for her. But it boiled inside of her as it had done for years. And now that someone had the answers to her question that lived not ten miles away, she needed to hear it. But it was obvious Goten wasn’t handling it very well. How could she expect him to when she herself could barely do it?


“Damn it.” Bulma muttered, sighing out in frustration. “What have I told you over and over?” She turned around, catching the white reflection of their eyes. “I am completely safe in this damn area!” The Sayians stepped into sight, their heads down as their queen bereted them. “If you don’t stop following me every where I fucking go, I’m going to use a very powerful weapon that will make you scream every time you think of your damn mate in bed.” They cringed. “Curse Vegeta to hell!” She growled stomping down the pathway toward her home. Bulma mumbled to herself all the way to the elevator that took her to the living room of her house.


Just being in her house for a moment took all of her problems out the door. It was just so easy being a human. She missed that above all. Bulma didn’t have to think of wars, advanced killing machines, and healing solutions. Now being a human meant her biggest worry was what is going to be on TV and what to eat.


Bulma put her coat away and sat on her sofa. Her smile lightened by the picture of Trunks on her coffee table. Bulma picked up the baby book that she had received and opened it. Small lavender strands were taped to the page, her fingers graced it.


Bulma wouldn’t allow herself to cry anymore. She needed to just move on. But she had been cheated when her son was lost. Her anger caused most of her pain. Why wasn’t he allowed to be with her? What had she done that deserved this unfair and base treatment? She had saved thousands, billions of peoples’ lives. And yet, she couldn’t save him.


Her anger escalated and she gulped down a glass of wine. But she only smiled when her son’s face caught her eye in the picture. She hugged the frame close, closing her eyes to remember all the memories that Goku had shared with her. He seemed to be the only one capable of talking about him. But his wife was very much of a prude Bulma decided and refused to meet with her or talk to her. Bulma shrugged her shoulders caring little of her attitude.


However, with a smile she thought of Trunks and all of his achievements on Earth as Arcadia. Like wildfire she heard word of him. It past quickly how everyone speculated that Briefs somehow managed to have a son and that Arcadia was the heir to the Capsule Corporation. But since no blood tests were allowed to be performed because of Arcadia’s guardians there was no way for him to inherit any of the company. That apparently didn’t stop Trunks from continuing the same career as his biological grandfather did and he made vast improvements in the economy. Bulma was so proud to hear that she almost went out and told all the news broadcasters that it was actually her son. But then thinking of Goku and Chi-Chi, she didn’t have the heart to do so.


The door rang and reluctantly she pushed the button to allow the elevator to open. Her brows knit upon meeting a young woman with green eyes and brunette hair. She smiled nervously. “Hi, Mrs. Briefs.” The blue brow rose and it made her giggle when she remembered Trunks little habit. “I’m Seneca.”


Bulma’s eyes widened. “Oh.” Staring was really all she could before she finally blinked. “Please come in.”


“I don’t know why I’m here.” Seneca nervously sat on the couch. Bulma stared continuously as she sat herself. “Um. Maybe I shouldn’t have come.”


Finally the young queen was able to form words. “No, I’m glad you’re here. I’ve wanted to meet you. Goten told me about your relationship with my son.”


“I was in love with your son. I still am.” She smiled sadly looking down at her fidgeting fingers. “I would have been here sooner. I’m just, I’m not coping with his, his death very well I guess. I didn’t think he could really ever die.” Even now tears seemed to breach Seneca’s green eyes, she hid them the best she could. “But umm. I wanted to tell you, something about Arca-- Trunks. He wanted me to call him Trunks. Anyway, when he found out he wasn’t human, all he could wonder was what you’d be like. He knew before he learned anything about anyone that you were searching for him. He couldn‘t stand the fact that you didn‘t know where he was. He knew as if on instinct that you didn‘t give him up willingly. He felt you searching for him, I guess. And he left immediately. He just wanted to find you no matter to the fact that he had no place to start at. I knew he would find you. His heart guides him. It always did. And to know that he achieved his goal, makes my heart ache that he’ll never know,” Her voice broke with a sob, she sucked it up only to finish, “the kind of person you are.” Bulma covered her quivering mouth, listening though wanting so badly to leave the room. “I guess that’s really all I have to say, I guess. I mean.”


Bulma stared at this young woman, her heart breaking on the inside, agreeing secretly. “You were the lucky one. Let your memories ease your pain. At least you have the memories.” She whispered turning about quickly and going to the kitchen. Seneca sat for a moment taking comfort in the queen’s words. But she also thought this was the time to leave so she quickly went to the elevator. “Wait.” She turned back around as Bulma came to her. “He was.” She stalled swallowing her deep tears and forced a smile. “He was wearing this, when he, when he passed. I thought, maybe, you would like to have it.” A diamond ring shined in the light and Seneca nearly lost her footing. Her lip trembled as she slowly reached for it. Her eyes shut closing the ring tightly in her fist.