Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So Blue 2--Here We Stand ❯ Past Mistakes ( Chapter 4 )

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

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“King Vegeta and Queen Bulma. I am queen Koriday of Telzar. And I am finally able to tell you about your son.” The speaker vibrated, translating everything in a soft female voice.

“Trunks?” Her large white head nodded. “What do you know?” Bulma stepped up, her heart racing.

She dropped her head. There were no lips that spoke, the machine transliterated everything nonetheless. “Please forgive me.” She stood from her chair taking her nine foot high stance. Her three black eyes gazed upon them as she bowed slowly. “I had given Prince Trunks over to Klooer.”

Vegeta had his hand wrapped around her throat before she could say anything else. Little did he know she had no organs in her six inch neck for it to cause any pain. Bulma placed a hand on Vegeta’s arm and so he slowly released the queen. Bulma whispered, “Please continue.”

“He crash landed on my planet. He was without memory. Not even his name sounded familiar. My planet is within range of Klooer’s home world as you know. He would have felt him and had I kept him secret my planet would have been destroyed. So I tried to revive his memory so maybe he could fight off Klooer and get away, but his brain was too damaged. It needed time to heal. So I showed him all I could. But when Klooer arrived I am afraid his mind was too fragile to withstand the creature’s power. After he left I am not sure what happened, I do believe however that Klooer used Prince Trunks for awful things. Such things that would warp his pure mind.” She stepped back over to a window that was probably present in her ship but here she faced a wall.

“How long ago before Klooer’s death?” Bulma asked.

“He had him for one galactic month.” The couple’s gaze dropped to the floor with that answer. A galactic month was two months of Earth time. It was long enough to do terminal damage. “I would have contacted you but Klooer would have known.” She stalled before bowing, “I am truly sorry for your loss.” She waited for them to say anything else to her but when there was nothing she pressed the button on her com-link and disappeared.

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“That seemed shorter then last time.” Goku stretched his muscles meeting everyone at the gate portal.

“That’s because there is no baby on board.” Goten chuckled comment about his brother Gohan and his kid since they all decided to stay on Earth.

A clattered noise came from a storage compartment. Goten, being closest to it, touched the screen and the door flew up. “Hi.” The nervous chuckle from the stowaway echoed the room.

“Seneca. What are you doing here?”

“Umm...wrong flight?” Knowing the jig was up, she sighed, “I wanted to see Trunks’s home.” She whispered sadly and instantly she was forgiven for her trespassing.

Bra placed her hands in Goten, “I can’t believe I’m back.” She said with a tint of excitement. Then her brows knit and her eyes fell, Goten watched with confusion, “However I have no friends here to miss.” Bra whispered sadly.

Bulma came up behind her dressed in a long dark red gown. “Oh cheer up baby, your guards have surely missed you.” Bra laughed to Bulma’s delight. Her blue eyes however stopped on the new recuite. “I won’t ask. How you doing, Seneca?”

“Fine, thank you. You look wonderful in red.”

She smiled, “I know. All right all, follow me, don’t do anything stupid, Goku.”

“Hey, why aim it at me? Just like having fun.” He mumbled adding on the side, “unlike some people.”

“All right, all right, here we go.”

The door slid up as the ramp slid out. Bulma’s eyes fastened on the castle that had been her home for twenty years. How gorgeous it was after so long. The elite warriors outlined the extended path of heros, they had added the names of all that died in the battle against Klooer. Kali was in there somewhere. Bra probably knew exactly where it was.

Bulma passed by the soldiers that kneeled in respect. She would never get tired of this. Bulma met Vegeta at the top of the glass staircase. After six months it was no longer a video feed that she was able to see him through. It was flesh. It was always better in flesh. The heat of his eyes, the strength and power of his form. He looked down at her from the top step. “Hurry. Someone else is arriving.” Bulma’s brows knit but raced up the stairs. Goku followed quickly behind them knowing his presence was needed. But he turned before entering, “Goten, go do what you need to do.”

Goten grabbed Seneca and lifted into the air with Bra beside him. When they were far enough away from the castle and out of Sayian hearing Goten finally asked. “How did you know that Trunks was back?”

“When you called upon that big dragon thing, I happened to be at that very same beach. It wasn’t on purpose I swear. It was my day off and I wanted to get away. I peaked through the bushes to find out what was going on and I heard your wish.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t sense you. Well, I guess it’s not a problem. You’re one less person that I have to tell.”

“Is he really alive, Goten?”

“Sure is. Although, I don’t feel him, but I know he’s here.”

“Goten,” Bra called. “Do you know where we’re going?”

“Well, I figure the first place Arcadia would go to is to hide, being on a weird planet and all. So we’re going to the other side of the planet. If we see anything weird we know we’re looking in the right place.”

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The royal couple entered the communications board, Bulma’s eyes caught sight of a young female standing right beside Bardock, dressed in a tight sport bra looking shirt that barely covered her boobs. She had short spiky hair that rained down over her face, hiding her features. Purple streaks flashed in certain light,. Her legs were covered in leather fabric finished off with leather boots. She bowed with the rest, though she could not be full Sayian. Bulma’s eyes went to the main commander. “Who is it?”

Bardock, nodding to his son who entered shortly after them, answered her question. “We are about to find out.”

The female stepped on the inside, barely trespassing in the sacred private area that Vegeta kept locked except of course, for Bulma herself. Her back now to them, Bulma took notice of her five foot in length pair of wings, black as well. They were brought in tightly to her back making them as small as possible. “They wish to make contact.” Her voice made her at least eighteen of age, and the accent was of the Fenasha’s World, similar to the australian accent of Earth. Vegeta nodded for the approval.

The screen switched on. Bulma’s eyes reluctantly left the newcomer, after catching the bright yellow eyes of the female. She turned her view only to widen her eyes as she whispered a word she didn’t think she would ever say again. “Kali.”

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“So something weird. Weird like a bunch of trees thrown to the side as if someone picked them up and threw them?” Seneca questioned.

“That would be a good start.”

“So kind of like that?”

His gaze followed her finger and sure enough there was the exact thing. “Hey, good find.” Goten followed the path of destroyed trees and dropped down right before the open space. “That’s weird?”

“What?”

“It’s like someone just cleared this area. Look, the dirt is fresh.”

“Why would someone do that?”

“I don’t know. Just stay close. Something doesn’t feel right.” Just then Goten came to a halt reaching his arm up to the side to stall Bra in her next footstep. Unfortunately Seneca wasn’t paying well enough attention and bumped into Bra. Goten’s arm moved just an inch and was electrocuted by a hundred thousand volts, burning the forearm skin straight to the bone. “Fuck!” He screamed grasping his bleeding appandenge and falling to the ground. Bra though privately panicking, ripped off the bottom part of her shirt and wrapped up the arm as best she could. Trying to calm Seneca in her guilt he forced a smile. “I’m a Sayian, it’ll heal in a day.” Didn’t mean it hurt more then any pain ever felt before.

“Goten.” Bra started looking over at where he got burned. “What is it?”

“I think it’s a shield. Either someone doesn’t want anyone going in there, and/or doesn’t want anyone coming out. I bet that’s where Arcadia is.”

Seneca stood, “Trunks! Can you hear me! It’s me! Seneca!”

Goten stood with the help of Bra. “Don’t yell. We don’t want to scare him off.”

“Why would it scare him off?”

“Trunks wasn’t really in a healthy state before his death. I don’t know what he’s thinking right now. But--” He couldn’t finish the rest of his sentence however since he was now hanging by his neck. His gaze caught the eyes of the most powerful Sayian.

“It was you.” Vegeta growled, barring his teeth.

“Daddy, stop it.”

Vegeta, only wanting more answers dropped the boy on his butt. “How?” He demanded.

Nursing his neck and coughing a little blood Goten answered, “Dragon Balls.” Vegeta’s eyes knit in his confusion. “You can wish anything. It will happen. I wished him back to life.”

As unbelieveable as that might sound, it was the only explanation that made any kind of sense. Vegeta folded his arms. “You had no right.”
“He’s my brother. I had every right.”

Vegeta flinched ready to pound the little brat but stalled only for his daughter. “He is my son. You have no idea what you’ve done.”

“What are you talking about?”

“He isn’t right. He remembers his death and he cannot deal with it.”

“He remembers? He’s not suppose to remember.”

“He’s not suppose to be alive but you fucked that up as well. Now I must fix the mistake you thoughtlessly made.”

“I can help. I’ve known him his whole life-”

Vegeta growled grabbing the boy’s neck once again wishing he could end this half-breed’s life. “Do you not get it? He is not yours anymore. He is too uncontrolled. He will kill you on sight. You may think him your brother but to him you are an enemy.” Vegeta brought him closer to their noses nearly touched. “And do not think your lie will go unpunished. Dead was he? As a child?” Goten’s eyes widened. “Yes, boy. I remember. And I won’t easily forget.” Vegeta threw him back.

Goten got to his feet quickly “So what? You’re keeping him locked up in this electric cell?”

Annoyance tested as his power, teasing it to rise and blast this little shit. Anger bit at his lips, “He is in there because he wishes to be. He did not want to kill anymore then he had. Because of you, he endured something far worse then you can imagine. He’s is completely damaged, because of you.”

Shame was rising and Goten directed his eyes to the ground. “I thought. I thought you were going to hurt him.”

Vegeta advanced but stopped short because Bra stood protectively by him. “My own son?”

“I didn’t know, Vegeta. I swear it.”

“You found out. You had every chance to tell me when you figured it out.”

“It was too late.”

“Then you’re as dumb as your pathetic excuse for a sire.”

“Daddy.” Bra’s voice interrupted their glare. His eyes finally became aware of her. Her hair had grown down to the mid arm, her feartures were more defined. She aged in such little time. She came to him, a smile bright upon her lips, eyes glistening, she looked so much like her mother at the moment. “So he really is alive?” Bra whispered, holding back tears that threatened to surface in her happiness. Reality of the situation had finally been grasped and she began to realize that her brother was actually alive. Her father had proved it with his words. A thrill ran through her and her eyes darted into the trees knowing that he was in there right now, he must be watching them. She smiled at her father, wrapping her arms around him. “Are you happy now, Daddy? You have Trunks back.” He allowed this second only to take in her scent and be relieved that she was still pure.

Vegeta however pulled her arms from around him and stepped back, “What’s left of him.” He watched the sadness reflect in her eyes, but wished no more conversation. Trunks was right on the other side, he had to go get him before he lost control of his thoughts again.

He turned to leave but was interrupted, “Can I see him?”

Vegeta’s gaze finally landed on the stranger that had been standing shyly to the right. Her green eyes stared up at him. “And you are?”

“I was- I am Trunks’ fiancé.” Vegeta’s eyes widened. His mind raced, knowing that it might be possible to use her as a tool to gain Trunks memory. This information would definiately prove to be useful. But not yet. It was too soon and it might hinder Trunks’ recovery. Vegeta shook his head. She stepped forward, “Could you give him this? He died wearing it, I’m sure he misses it.” She slowly released the necklace into Vegeta’s palm.

He powered up, eyes shot quickly to Bra. “Do not tell your mother.” He shoved off into the air.