Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So Blue 2--Here We Stand ❯ Explanations ( Chapter 3 )

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

Chapter Three

Going home. Bulma sighed as she watched the planet Jupiter pass them by. At this speed they’d never get there. Bulma now wished she had improved the jet power. But this baby wasn’t meant for speed. They had been in the air an hour and finally Bulma was allowed to sit down in her living quarters. All the Sayians that had come with her to earth were more then happy about the return visit.

Bulma was too. Sort of.

Vegeta was the only thing that was on her mind. She hadn’t seen him in six months besides video feed, which just wasn’t the same. She hadn’t been touched, kissed, or loved by him since before Trunks’ death. Bulma wanted to be in his arms. But how to get there? Vegeta was so weird on the tel-com, like he didn’t even know why he was talking to her. And whenever she brought any conversation up about Trunks and the new things she had learned he would get pissed and end the call.

Bulma sat trying to imagine what she could possibly say to him when she arrived. What she could do to be put right into his arms. Maybe she would just throw herself against him and not care about how weak she would appear.

A quick knock on the door and Goku and Goten rushed in. “Bulma, something’s coming.” Goku warned going to the window.

“Something powerful.” Goten added.

As the three lined the window a ship designed for only speed flew by too fast to see any description that would give away it’s ownership. Just as quick as the first another ship flashed by. “Who?” Bulma questioned, her thoughts wild in question. Chills ran up her spine, her instincts trying to warn her of present evil.

Goku turned his gaze down to her. “I don’t know. The power’s different. It’s rage. Rage blocks the person’s original strength. But it is powerful Bulma. A power, I’ve never felt before. Not even when Klooer was around.”

“It’s more powerful then Klooer?”

“I don’t know about that. But it’s a different power.”

Her knitted eyes forced Goten to explain. “Klooer had a very evil presence. But it was natural. This, doesn’t feel natural. It almost feels like, two different things. I can’t explain any better then that.”

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Eyes never shut. No telling how long it has been except now moonlight shined down upon him, however giving no comfort from the darkness that moved all around him. Eyes were never still. Noises never ceased. Movement was constant. No where was safe.

Trunks sat shivering on a rock over looking a small lake. The waterfall was soothing, the only reason he did not leave his rock. The sweat boiled on his body yet he was freezing. His skin was still red no matter how hard he had washed in the water. The stain of blood wouldn’t leave only to remind him again and again what he had done. These two creatures had been in the forest. They looked so much like him except black hair instead. But they were dangerous. Everything was dangerous. Master was dangerous. Friends were dangerous. Family was dangerous. What was real? What was right?

Nothing was. Not now.

Death was real. Though the memories were slowly fading helping to push his sanity level to unstable. Life of light, and warmth, and love was now crumbling. There was emptiness and lonilness. All he wanted was to return to where he was. If he had been dead then why wasn’t he still dead. He wanted to be dead. But that life that he longed for was slowly becoming a distant memory. And oh, how he cried for that memory. It no longer seemed real. Nothing was real. Except death.

Maybe this is Hell. A distant thought that nagged and tugged at the back of his head.

Now all that was left of him was confusion. No answers only fear, doubt and pain. No one to trust. Master wasn’t even right. Was master even real? Who was he? So many different memories all contridicting the other. Friends were enemies. Enemies were friends. Family equals betrayal.

Yet. There was her. And thinking of her calmed his uncontrolled power, and there was no longer coldness. There was peace. If only he knew who she was. Blue eyes were the only thing he could see. She was beautiful. In her arms is where he was safe. In her arms is where everything would be right. He needed to find her. She would fix this. But where to start? And if he actually was to find her, fear of his power would keep him at bay. This dirty power that killed.

The thought of her that calmed him was now fading as the memories of murder rang loud in his ears. He was a killer. Just like Master had said.

Coldness returned, shaking and boiling sweat along with it.

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“Dad?” Goten peaked into his father’s quarters finding him sitting in front of the TV on the couch. “Can I talk to you for a second.”

“Yeah, sure.” He clicked off the TV. “What’s up, Kiddo?”

“Dad. I kind of did something.”

“You talking about summoning the dragon?”

“Yeah. It’s about my wish.”

“Can’t be that bad.”

“I wished for Aracadia to be brought back to life.”

“You what!” Goku gripped his hair then suddenly folded his arms, “Why didn’t I think of that?”

“You think I did okay?”

His eyes connected with his son’s “Goten, Arcadia died because it was his time. You shouldn’t have done that. Ecspecially without speaking to your mom and me.”

“I didn’t know how mom would take it. She’s so out of it. She has been since the day he left. I just want him back, Dad. It wasn’t his time, he was murdered. And he was so lost, dad. He didn’t know me. He didn’t know anything. It wasn’t fair to him. It wasn’t fair to us. To mom. To Bra. I needed to do it. Please say you understand. Bra doesn’t believe me, but I know you would. I need someone to tell me I did okay.”

“Son, you did fine. But it’s not only us now that are effected by Arcadia. He’s got a whole other family. I mean, Arcadia’s a prince. Nothing will go back to the way it was. You know that?”

“Maybe. I miss him terribly. It was my fault. I should have gone after him. I felt something was wrong. I was too stupid. I was too worried about what was going on between Bra and me that I ignored what my instincts were telling me. I owe it to him.”

“We all miss him, Goten. There’s nothing wrong with that. What your mom is doing isn’t the way it should be. But I understand why you did it and I am happy that Arcadia is alive. But it wasn’t your fault. And you have got to tell Bulma.”

“I will. Just not yet. She won’t believe me. I have to prove it to her. I have to show her.”

“Well, where is he?”

“On Vegeta-sei. Where he died at.”

“Find him when we get there. I won’t tell anyone but when approaching your mother just be careful. You know how she likes to faint.”

“I will, dad. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” Goten left then with a smile, his strength renewed. Everything was going to be good again. Arcadia was back. Things were going to be perfect.

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Vegeta dropped down next the wide lake, the waterfall the only noise for miles. Though he acted as if he was admiring his surrounding, he was really looking for the stranger that fell from Heaven. He was here, hiding low behind the tree to the far left. But Vegeta paid no mind, knelling down to wash his hands in the warm water. He wiped them off on his pants and put on his gloves as slow as he could.

Being so close now, Vegeta was positive that it was his son. The power was rising with each passing second. The ground was starting to shake and the trees were beginning to sway. But it was him all right. There was no mistaking it.

Just how was it possible that Trunks was alive? He had watched him die. It had been he who had deflected the blast. It was he who had killed his own son. And the guilt had not eased with the passing months. What would Bulma say if she knew the truth? If she knew he had been the one to kill Trunks? Would her eyes fill with disgust and hate? Would she step away in horror?

No matter, he couldn’t concentrate on that right now. It was time to fix the mistake he had commited. His son obviously needed his help and it was his opportunity to redeem himself by fixing him.

Trunks had been out here an entire night, and already damage had been considerable. He had seen the two carcasses rotting away about a mile north of here. He had taken their tags and would alert their families soon enough. That was a separate issue.

The death of those two men however were enough to tell Vegeta that Trunks was ill. Something wasn’t right about the power and emotions he felt shouting at him in his mind. Trying to reach Trunks through a mental link was out of the question. When Vegeta had tried the first time it left him with a headache for hours. Screams and cries echoed behind his eyelids. No peaceful thought to be found. And that scared Vegeta far more then it probably should have.

Vegeta weighted his options. If he fought Trunks now they would more then likely destroy the planet. He doesn’t want to appear violent. That would only frighten Trunks more. He needed a calm approach. An approach he hated: taking.

Vegeta turned his cold eyes to the tree finding the bright blue peaking out behind leaves. “Boy.” Fear and panic spiked. The emotions ramming into Vegeta’s mind like a fist to the face. If he didn’t know any better he would have to say that Trunks’ power was nearing his own at maxium power. A thought that would make him proud. “I am King of this planet. You have no reason to fear. For I am your father.” The wind died and ground cease to move. Vegeta’s brow knit not knowing for sure if this was a good thing or not.

The boy was on the move, Vegeta only felt it, couldn’t see it until Trunks jumped from the bushes on the right side. Vegeta only missed the fist thrown to kill at his face by a mere inch. Trunks rolled, missing his target but quickly got to his feet, crouched low to the floor. Vegeta turned. “Uta how de sanuta.” I have no father

Language of the Cold Empire. So his mind was still in Klooer’s control. And from the position that Trunks was standing, he knew not how to use any skills to fight. This will be harder then he thought. “You know that for a fact?” Vegeta raised an eyebrow hating the language of lizards rolling off his tongue. “Tell me what is your name?”

Trunks apparently didn’t like that question because he was on attack. Vegeta dodged each swing and kick, jumping out of the way, refusing to fight. This only pissed Trunks off more and once again the ground cracked and moaned and the trees swayed and broke under the pressure. But still Vegeta did not fight back.

Finally after an hour of chasing after the stranger that seemed to best him, Trunks jumped back, panting and sweating, and unnoticably crying. “Why won’t you fight?”

Vegeta watched with actually pain in his eyes. This wonder of a child. So gorgeous and so powerful. And yet so broken He did not how to fix this. He did not know how to help. But that’s all he wanted to do. This was his first son. Grown and beautiful. It was so amazing to see him walking and talking. To hear his voice for the first time. To see him breathing and alive while at the same time trying to evade the memories of the pale color he had been when dead. “I will not fight my own son.”

He shook his head dejectedly, “I am not your son.” He panted.

“Then who are you?”

That was same question he had continuesly asked himself since finding life inside his body. Hearing it out loud and expecting for him to have the answer brought such pain to his body he lost control of it. “Dead.” He dropped to his knees. “I supposed to be dead.” He buried his face in his legs, silently shedding tears for that missed haven. But he felt the man come closer, instantly putting on his guard he jumped to his feet. The wind began to move again.

“You remember being dead?”

He shook his head. “I only know I was dead. And that I am not anymore. How?” A desperate question.

“I don’t know. But I will find out.” Vegeta could tell from the blue eyes that he was so confused and so scared. He needed to ease it, anyway that he could. “Your name is Trunks.” All was still and the boy stared up at him with familiarity.

“Trunks. I remember that name.”

“Klooer?” He tested wondering how far back he knew.

“Master?” He shook his head. His strength doubled and all tress around them within a mile were uprooted and blown away. Vegeta guarded himself with folded arms, watching in wonder at the strength this child possessed. But Trunks gripped his head and screamed violently, dropping to his knees causing the earth to crack beneath. Vegeta stepped forward, but was flung backward when Trunks suddenly lifted his head to let out a powerful scream, his hair flowing gold and his eyes wide with teal.

Then power vanished, and everything was quiet and still. Vegeta got to his feet, walking toward the child that was crying softly, punching the ground his little strength. Vegeta’s brows knit but the boy soon spoke. “So much blood.” His voice shook. “Bodies hanging. The smell. So many voices. So many voices. All lies. Make it stop. Make it stop.” He whimpered just barely for Vegeta to hear.

“Klooer is dead.”

That stalled his pain seemingly for a brief moment. His blood shot eyes looked up. “You destroyed him?” Vegeta nodded. His eyes slit, “Just as you destroyed the planet I’m from.”

“Earth?” Vegeta question noticing the evil glint that was developing. Trunks closed his eyes as a flash shot before his sight. It was odd, a girl with hair like his and a beaten man lying on the ground. And then another female with green eyes was on the screen, calling his name. Trunks nodded and opened his eyes. “Earth was never destroyed.”

A truth he remembered from before his death. The female that looked like him had said the same. [Undo my binds..... stronger then me...... your mate alive and well.] Echos and mumbled words. Trunks shook his head free of them. “Why should I trust you?”

Vegeta could see a struggle was warring in Trunks’ mind. But he tried to ignore it. “I have proof. I may not know your life. But I was there for your birth. I can tell you and I can show you, and you may make up your mind if you wish to trust me or not. If you don’t, I will give you ship and you may leave and go wherever you wish. You are not a prisioner here.”

Prisoner. He heard that word before. He hadn’t been a prisoner with Klooer but he had been betrayed. “But am I safe here?” A desperation reached his shaking lips.

He smirked. “You are worshiped here.”

Trunks stood on quivering legs taking his full height, reaching almost as tall as the man that called himself his father. “If I trust you. What do you want in return?”
Vegeta chuckled. “My life.”

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Bulma sighed. Vegeta was late. He called forth this meeting and didn’t even bother to show up for it. How typical. She was going to tell him about the power that had past by them but since he was late he didn’t deserve to know. The see-through forms of all the Universal council sat around the large table staring at her as if she knew what to do. She just found out about this threat, hopped on ship to head towards her kingdom, not even there yet and she had to take the role of Queen. She wasn’t even dressed properly for this. Vegeta is surely going to chew her out later. Serves him right for being late. Bulma stood.

However king Veela spoke up. “This is your universe so do something.” His two arms banged on the table while the other four waved spardically in the air.

She smiled. “Look, I know it’s scary.--”

“Scary?” Queen Trillium interrupted standing on her four hairy legs, the hoofs stomping on the ground. “No one knows who this killer is, where he is, what he’s thinking. He could be right outside my borders right now and I would have no way to save my people. We know not his direction or plans. And you’re saying ‘this is scary’?”

Bulma bite her lip at her unneeded sarcasism. “Set up an army to watch the outer regions of your lands.”

“No army will stop this. Not even you Sayians. He is stronger then anyone of you. Maybe even stronger then the King.” Murmurs were quickly whispered and the queen of Tri-lum bit her lip as if instantly regretting her words.

“Stronger then a Sayian?” Vegeta’s words echoed through the doorway and there stood his form. Bulma smiled upon seeing him though only for a moment, then glaring at him for being late. “Not if he is a Sayian.”

Prince Hujin stood, “What do you mean?” He asked the question that was on all thirty-two representatives’ minds.

“His power is of only Sayian power.”

“How do you know this?”

He smirked, “I am King.” Vegeta went over to stand beside his queen. “I have felt his power. He is close. The planets that are within his reach as of now are Telzar, Cold, and Tri-lim. The Cold Planet however has just been destroyed. Not much loss there.”

“But what does he want?”
“Revenge. He wants me to take notice of his power. He wants me to fear.” Vegeta chuckled a bit. “He wants revenge, or my throne. Both he will not be getting.” Everyone was now in an uproar but Vegeta’s voice boomed over their’s. “I have estimated that the next planet will be Geri and then mine so none of you need to worry, go back to your planets and stay there. You will hear news of the victory within the galactic month.” He waved all of them to leave. They clicked off their video feed one by one.

Vegeta turned to his mate. How could he tell her about what he knew? Would she believe him or hate him? Would it break apart all they worked for or shove them back together? It was too big a risk. She must not know. Not now. “What is that horrid thing you are wearing?”

“They are called overalls.”

“Burn them.” He turned to leave however there was a stray leader still sitting at the round table. Vegeta raised his eyebrow.

“King Vegeta and Queen Bulma. I am queen Koriday. And I am finally able to tell you about your son.”