Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So Blue 2--Here We Stand ❯ Unfair, fair, and affair ( Chapter 8 )
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By: StaindGT 
Vegeta finds comfort and places not meant for him. And Goten tries hard to see his brother.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.15.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 308 | Status: Completed
Vegeta finds comfort and places not meant for him. And Goten tries hard to see his brother.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.15.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 308 | Status: Completed
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Radditz entered the throne room, finding Vegeta sitting thoughtfully on his dias. He bowed, “You wanted to see me sire.” Though Radditz had been hurt by Vegeta’s disapproval of him earlier today, he still respected his king. Forty years of partnership didn’t just get thrown aside.
Vegeta stared at the floor, unsure on how to go about saying what he needed to say. “You will not believe me when I tell you.”
“Your word is all the proof I need, Vegeta.”
The king sighed, eyes moving to him, “Trunks is alive.”
His brows knit, “You have seen him?”
“Yes. I keep him locked in the Fron region.”
“How long have you being seeing him?”
“Do not think me mindless, Radditz.” Vegeta bit violently, baring his fangs upon seeing the humorous smirk on the man’s face. Vegeta threw himself out of his dias and to the window. “Something deemed, the dragon balls, can grant any wish. He was wished back to life.”
The situation no longer seemed funny to him anymore because he felt the truth of Vegeta’s words. “Who?”
“It doesn’t matter. He is alive. And he’s...getting well.”
“This is unbelievable. How long?”
“I found him yesterday.”
“We must tell everyone. The queen. Vegeta...Bulma.”
“No. She will want to see him. And he is not ready to be in the presence of anyone.”
“He killed Jus and Tun. When you said they died by a gangula, I knew it was a lie. So what’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing’s wrong with him.” Vegeta bit defensively. “He just came back from being dead, how is he supposed to be? Anyway, the reason I tell you, I want Kali to be his bodyguard. Trunks needs twenty-four hour care and I cannot give it to him.”
Radditz shook his head, “That will not be a good idea, Vegeta.”
Vegeta turned his eyes to him, “Why not?”
“Kali is just getting adjusted. I’m afraid Maddox will not have him out of her sight for very long. He is not well enough quite yet.”
“He was in the care of slave traitors?”
“Yes.” Vegeta looked out the window. He knew everything there was about slave traders. Just the thought was enough to bring chills along his spine.
“I have sensed a change in him. Has he been to the medics?”
“Yes. But he refuses to be touched.” There was an awkward silence between them before Radditz quickly spoke, “Why not get Tolana to watch over him?”
“Trunks apparently has a mate.”
“Never mind. Keep her far away. Well, why not let her do it? Is she here?”
Vegeta nodded. “He might try and kill her.”
“You said they were mates.”
“He’s been a human for years.”
“He was on Earth?” Radditz chuckled. “I thought Goten said he died.”
“He lied. He was raised with Kakarot’s family. As their own.”
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Bulma hurried back to her department. She had spent the night consoling Bra who cried in her arms, apologizing for everything. To Bulma after being on Earth these past few months, Bra not being a noble, no longer made a difference to her. Bra was still going to be protected, still going to live in the palace while on Vegeta-sei and still be her daughter. The only problem was, Bra will not inherit the throne. Which wasn’t a big loss. Bra never wanted to be queen. She would much rather be a princess for the rest of her life. Bra’s not really queen material anyway. Bulma knew Bra was a cry-baby, there was no denying that. And Goten wasn’t a King in the least. So it was up to Vegeta to decide who to pass down the Sayian Empire. And it appeared he really could care less about it. Which bothered the hell out of her.
Hell if she knew anything going on in Vegeta’s head. He seemed distracted on all levels of the word. He didn’t even seem to care about the person destroying his universe. Though the planets that had been destroyed were all weaklings, traitors, and rogues, it still didn’t mean what the man was doing was right. And they still deserved to be punished. But Vegeta seemed to not give a rat’s ass. He was never around. Never in the castle anyway. The soldiers were saying things in passing how Vegeta went out and challenged a whole lot and beat them. Which wasn’t really like Vegeta. Vegeta had only done those type of things before Frieza came. Vegeta was a completely different person before Frieza came and now it seemed he was returning to that young, careless, competitive little rodent he had been. Which meant that her leaving for so long had done him some good. But what did that mean?
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Her first day back and she spent the night in the technology department. Vegeta watched her only for a few moments, he had to get back to Trunks shortly, it was two in the morning, Trunks needed to eat again. His desire to bring her with him was beyond all other feeling. She deserved to know everything. She deserved to know her own son was alive. But she would never believe him. Her trust in him had been completely damaged over the many years by the cause of his wishful thinking.
So many things remained unsaid about the day Trunks was killed. Time had certainly not been given to them. They had just found him and were unable to share any words with him and then in front of their eyes he dies. Because Vegeta had been careless. He shook his head and turned away from the female, closing the silent door from his hiding place. Would she hate him even more if she knew he had caused Trunks death? He had been so concentrated on Klooer that he had misjudged the outcome of his actions. He had deflected a blast in the wrong direction. How would Bulma react if she knew? Two months of laying in bed together at night, and neither saying a word. They had both been like dolls, acting a part with no emotion. Bulma’s departure had only caused the pain to increase and then to lose his daughter also was enough to keep him comatose through any ordeal. Even this threat to his universe and he still had no feeling.
Except now, Trunks was back, his mate was back, and his daughter. It was the first time in eight months that he had felt anything. And it was a good something. It must show, his race must see it. How to explain the differences. For the first time in eight months, the day he found his son, he had gone out to the battlefield and took on any who wanted to try their strength against him. He pulled back his troops and allowed the scared survivors to camp out on their moon. He was eating more then his fill which had been but one plate these past months. Now it was twelve again. Certainly Bulma would notice his weight difference if nothing else. He had lost twenty percent of his muscle mass. Bulma wouldn’t notice the other things since she had been gone, and oh how he resented her for leaving. For just walking away. He understood if for the first month but six months later was fucking ridiculous. Oh, he’d let her know his anger soon enough. He was just too preoccupied. And not angry enough since his mind was constantly on the boy. How could he have any type of anger when his son was alive again?
He made it to his quarters, stalling on sight of Tolana standing in front of his door. His brows knit. “What do you want?”
“I need to speak to you of the new arrivals.”
“Why did you not set up a meeting?”
“Your scoter was off, sire.”
Vegeta grunted but opened the door. He grabbed a drink from the cold box and then sat in the comfy recliner. The only thing Bulma created that he enjoyed. “Begin.”
Tolana wrapped her large black wings around her body, thankfully covering her thin form. “They come from Digi.”
“Diggers? Why?”
“They claim they have seen him and know how to defeat it.” Vegeta’s brows lifted expecting her to continue. “They say he is a machine.”
Vegeta scoffed, rolling his eyes. “No.”
Her yellow eyes widened. “What, sir?”
“It is not a machine.”
“How do you know?”
Her audacity was quite intriguing. “He is a Sayian.”
“No, it’s not.”
Vegeta found this humorous and tilted his head to the side. “Oh? Have you seen him?”
She turned away to the window. “No, of course not.”
“I have felt his power.”
“Then you know who it is?”
“He is Sayian.”
“I cant believe that.” Her voice changed. It was softer somehow. Vegeta watched her carefully. “Who would want to go against you? You are a perfect leader. And so powerful.” Tolana turned now and expanded her enormous wings, exposing her suddenly naked body. Vegeta’s eyes widened but he made no movement. It has been sometime since he had seen a naked woman. Her double D breasts, perky, purple nipples, hard and pointy. Her bare, tight stomach packed with muscle. Her legs so tanned and sculptured like a well defined statue and her center lightly covered with black short hair covering the most intimate part of her. She walked up to him, one leg then the other till she sat upon his lap, her boobs right in front of his face almost touching his nose. She leaned down to whisper in his ear, “I want you, my King. To fuck me like a real Sayian. Ever since I first saw you I imagined being beneath you. The most powerful creature in the universe.”
Vegeta smirked. His hand rose to rest on her thigh, she groaned heavily. His fingers glided up her smooth skin, touching her hip, then the side of her large breast, up to her neck which he seized in a most painful grip. Her yellow eyes now wide with fright, hands grasping at his fingers, trying to breath. “You presume too much if you think I’d fuck a half-breed.”
The door was open before he could finish the rest of his thought. Both their eyes went to the opening where Bulma now stood, trapped in her own shock. Tolana jumped off of him, covering herself with her wings but not before Bulma saw her naked form. Vegeta didn’t move, staring at her, reading her every thought just by gazing into her eyes. She blinked finally, looked away grasped a piece of paper that was on the kitchen table and slammed the door behind her. Tolana was smart enough to leave immediately after.
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Vegeta stayed at the cottage the rest of the night, not knowing really how to explain to Bulma what she had seen. Would she even believe him? He shook his head, he didn’t have to explain himself. If she thought he was capable of cheating on her then she deserved to suffer for a while.
Breakfast was already on the table by the time Trunks came from the room. He smiled softly. Vegeta looked away amazed again by his personality. It was so kind, so gentle. He was pure hearted in every way. He was just like Bulma before she met him.
“Even though you woke me up a few hours ago, I’m hungry again.”
“A Sayian should eat every four hours. You need your muscle back. Change your language to Sayian-di. I am sick of speaking that hideous language.”
Trunks nodded and began eating the meat first of course. “Can I ask a few questions?” Vegeta nodded, taking a seat relaxing at the Sayian dialect. “I read that book last night.”
“You aren’t sleeping.”
Trunks lowered his eyes and shook his head. “I have too many nightmares.”
“Sayians do not have nightmares.” Vegeta sadly whispered, gazing off into the distance. “They relive memories.” How many years did it take him to learn how to sleep for more then hour? How many times had he woken up screaming? But fortunately, not many memories now haunt him. Except the soulless body of his son. “But perhaps the human side of you allows dreams.”
Trunks hoped he was right. Begged that the things he saw during his sleep were not real. He changed the subject out of his own discomfort. “Frieza and Klooer are brothers right?”
“Were.”
“Why did they hate you so much?”
Vegeta smirked. “It wasn’t hate. It was fear.”
“So I guess you’re pretty powerful, huh?” Vegeta nodded proudly. “Am I?”
“From what I have seen. You will surpass me.”
“That’s crazy. I can’t even transform to Super Sayian.”
“You can. You just don’t know how.”
“Will you teach me? It’s still too soon, I guess huh? I’m still mentally unstable.”
“You are progressing faster then I thought you could. Soon you’re memory will come back to you.”
“Does that mean, I’ll be able to meet them soon? My mother and my sister?”
“Tomorrow.”
“I know my sister knows. Does my mother?”
“Your mother....has difficulty believing in what she cannot see.”
“It’s said in the book, that you went to Earth looking for me, right?” Vegeta nodded. “Why wasn’t I there?”
“Klooer had you.”
“It’s just, it doesn’t make any sense. I lived on earth for so long and I didn’t have any family?”
“You did.”
“Then why didn’t they tell you where I was? Why didn’t they come after me? And who told you I was dead? Why did they tell you that?”
“I cannot answer that. You will remember soon enough.”
“I remember little. I think, it was my mother. When I was...When I was dying. She was there. I don’t know if that really happened.”
“It did.”
“I can’t see a face. I can only hear her voice. But it was the most beautiful voice.”
“You are not to think of your death anymore. Make it seem as if it did not happen.” Vegeta stood, “I am bringing you a caretaker. She will help with food, and other things that you need. But I cannot stay here. My presence is needed elsewhere.”
Fear sprung and Vegeta turned his eyes to the boy. “I don’t want a caretaker. Can’t you stay?”
“You are not to be harmed. You must trust me.” Trunks lowered in his chair but nodded. “I will be back at noon.”
Vegeta few out the tiny opening in the vortex. Only a few second later did Goten flew from the ground and quickly got in front of him, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. For a moment, he actually looked Sayian. Vegeta stalled in flight, straightening himself and glaring with slit eyes.
“I want to see him, Vegeta.”
“I don’t care.” Vegeta went to move but Goten flew forward and stopped him. Vegeta’s head tilted. “Get out of my way.”
“He is my brother. I can help him. Please let me.”
Vegeta growled, baring his fangs. “No.”
“It’s not fair--”
“Fair?” Vegeta chuckled with pure malice. “Fair? I need not remind you of all the things that you have told me since I first landed on your planet. Now, do you plan on moving yourself, or must I do it for you?” Vegeta saw the indecision in his eyes, but eventually, Goten’s eyes fell and he floated out of the way. Vegeta made sure to release a bit of energy to blow in Goten’s face as he flew away.
Goten watched Vegeta leave. Though he hated the king, the king had every reason to hate him. Goten moved his gaze to the land below. Everything beneath the shield was invisible, and it just looked like a normal forest. But Trunks was down there somewhere. He was so close to him and yet couldn’t be more farther away.
When would he get his chance to redeem himself? When would he be able to confront Arcadia and apologize for everything that he hadn’t done? He needed forgiveness. Maybe then he would be able to sleep at night.
Radditz entered the throne room, finding Vegeta sitting thoughtfully on his dias. He bowed, “You wanted to see me sire.” Though Radditz had been hurt by Vegeta’s disapproval of him earlier today, he still respected his king. Forty years of partnership didn’t just get thrown aside.
Vegeta stared at the floor, unsure on how to go about saying what he needed to say. “You will not believe me when I tell you.”
“Your word is all the proof I need, Vegeta.”
The king sighed, eyes moving to him, “Trunks is alive.”
His brows knit, “You have seen him?”
“Yes. I keep him locked in the Fron region.”
“How long have you being seeing him?”
“Do not think me mindless, Radditz.” Vegeta bit violently, baring his fangs upon seeing the humorous smirk on the man’s face. Vegeta threw himself out of his dias and to the window. “Something deemed, the dragon balls, can grant any wish. He was wished back to life.”
The situation no longer seemed funny to him anymore because he felt the truth of Vegeta’s words. “Who?”
“It doesn’t matter. He is alive. And he’s...getting well.”
“This is unbelievable. How long?”
“I found him yesterday.”
“We must tell everyone. The queen. Vegeta...Bulma.”
“No. She will want to see him. And he is not ready to be in the presence of anyone.”
“He killed Jus and Tun. When you said they died by a gangula, I knew it was a lie. So what’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing’s wrong with him.” Vegeta bit defensively. “He just came back from being dead, how is he supposed to be? Anyway, the reason I tell you, I want Kali to be his bodyguard. Trunks needs twenty-four hour care and I cannot give it to him.”
Radditz shook his head, “That will not be a good idea, Vegeta.”
Vegeta turned his eyes to him, “Why not?”
“Kali is just getting adjusted. I’m afraid Maddox will not have him out of her sight for very long. He is not well enough quite yet.”
“He was in the care of slave traitors?”
“Yes.” Vegeta looked out the window. He knew everything there was about slave traders. Just the thought was enough to bring chills along his spine.
“I have sensed a change in him. Has he been to the medics?”
“Yes. But he refuses to be touched.” There was an awkward silence between them before Radditz quickly spoke, “Why not get Tolana to watch over him?”
“Trunks apparently has a mate.”
“Never mind. Keep her far away. Well, why not let her do it? Is she here?”
Vegeta nodded. “He might try and kill her.”
“You said they were mates.”
“He’s been a human for years.”
“He was on Earth?” Radditz chuckled. “I thought Goten said he died.”
“He lied. He was raised with Kakarot’s family. As their own.”
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Bulma hurried back to her department. She had spent the night consoling Bra who cried in her arms, apologizing for everything. To Bulma after being on Earth these past few months, Bra not being a noble, no longer made a difference to her. Bra was still going to be protected, still going to live in the palace while on Vegeta-sei and still be her daughter. The only problem was, Bra will not inherit the throne. Which wasn’t a big loss. Bra never wanted to be queen. She would much rather be a princess for the rest of her life. Bra’s not really queen material anyway. Bulma knew Bra was a cry-baby, there was no denying that. And Goten wasn’t a King in the least. So it was up to Vegeta to decide who to pass down the Sayian Empire. And it appeared he really could care less about it. Which bothered the hell out of her.
Hell if she knew anything going on in Vegeta’s head. He seemed distracted on all levels of the word. He didn’t even seem to care about the person destroying his universe. Though the planets that had been destroyed were all weaklings, traitors, and rogues, it still didn’t mean what the man was doing was right. And they still deserved to be punished. But Vegeta seemed to not give a rat’s ass. He was never around. Never in the castle anyway. The soldiers were saying things in passing how Vegeta went out and challenged a whole lot and beat them. Which wasn’t really like Vegeta. Vegeta had only done those type of things before Frieza came. Vegeta was a completely different person before Frieza came and now it seemed he was returning to that young, careless, competitive little rodent he had been. Which meant that her leaving for so long had done him some good. But what did that mean?
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Her first day back and she spent the night in the technology department. Vegeta watched her only for a few moments, he had to get back to Trunks shortly, it was two in the morning, Trunks needed to eat again. His desire to bring her with him was beyond all other feeling. She deserved to know everything. She deserved to know her own son was alive. But she would never believe him. Her trust in him had been completely damaged over the many years by the cause of his wishful thinking.
So many things remained unsaid about the day Trunks was killed. Time had certainly not been given to them. They had just found him and were unable to share any words with him and then in front of their eyes he dies. Because Vegeta had been careless. He shook his head and turned away from the female, closing the silent door from his hiding place. Would she hate him even more if she knew he had caused Trunks death? He had been so concentrated on Klooer that he had misjudged the outcome of his actions. He had deflected a blast in the wrong direction. How would Bulma react if she knew? Two months of laying in bed together at night, and neither saying a word. They had both been like dolls, acting a part with no emotion. Bulma’s departure had only caused the pain to increase and then to lose his daughter also was enough to keep him comatose through any ordeal. Even this threat to his universe and he still had no feeling.
Except now, Trunks was back, his mate was back, and his daughter. It was the first time in eight months that he had felt anything. And it was a good something. It must show, his race must see it. How to explain the differences. For the first time in eight months, the day he found his son, he had gone out to the battlefield and took on any who wanted to try their strength against him. He pulled back his troops and allowed the scared survivors to camp out on their moon. He was eating more then his fill which had been but one plate these past months. Now it was twelve again. Certainly Bulma would notice his weight difference if nothing else. He had lost twenty percent of his muscle mass. Bulma wouldn’t notice the other things since she had been gone, and oh how he resented her for leaving. For just walking away. He understood if for the first month but six months later was fucking ridiculous. Oh, he’d let her know his anger soon enough. He was just too preoccupied. And not angry enough since his mind was constantly on the boy. How could he have any type of anger when his son was alive again?
He made it to his quarters, stalling on sight of Tolana standing in front of his door. His brows knit. “What do you want?”
“I need to speak to you of the new arrivals.”
“Why did you not set up a meeting?”
“Your scoter was off, sire.”
Vegeta grunted but opened the door. He grabbed a drink from the cold box and then sat in the comfy recliner. The only thing Bulma created that he enjoyed. “Begin.”
Tolana wrapped her large black wings around her body, thankfully covering her thin form. “They come from Digi.”
“Diggers? Why?”
“They claim they have seen him and know how to defeat it.” Vegeta’s brows lifted expecting her to continue. “They say he is a machine.”
Vegeta scoffed, rolling his eyes. “No.”
Her yellow eyes widened. “What, sir?”
“It is not a machine.”
“How do you know?”
Her audacity was quite intriguing. “He is a Sayian.”
“No, it’s not.”
Vegeta found this humorous and tilted his head to the side. “Oh? Have you seen him?”
She turned away to the window. “No, of course not.”
“I have felt his power.”
“Then you know who it is?”
“He is Sayian.”
“I cant believe that.” Her voice changed. It was softer somehow. Vegeta watched her carefully. “Who would want to go against you? You are a perfect leader. And so powerful.” Tolana turned now and expanded her enormous wings, exposing her suddenly naked body. Vegeta’s eyes widened but he made no movement. It has been sometime since he had seen a naked woman. Her double D breasts, perky, purple nipples, hard and pointy. Her bare, tight stomach packed with muscle. Her legs so tanned and sculptured like a well defined statue and her center lightly covered with black short hair covering the most intimate part of her. She walked up to him, one leg then the other till she sat upon his lap, her boobs right in front of his face almost touching his nose. She leaned down to whisper in his ear, “I want you, my King. To fuck me like a real Sayian. Ever since I first saw you I imagined being beneath you. The most powerful creature in the universe.”
Vegeta smirked. His hand rose to rest on her thigh, she groaned heavily. His fingers glided up her smooth skin, touching her hip, then the side of her large breast, up to her neck which he seized in a most painful grip. Her yellow eyes now wide with fright, hands grasping at his fingers, trying to breath. “You presume too much if you think I’d fuck a half-breed.”
The door was open before he could finish the rest of his thought. Both their eyes went to the opening where Bulma now stood, trapped in her own shock. Tolana jumped off of him, covering herself with her wings but not before Bulma saw her naked form. Vegeta didn’t move, staring at her, reading her every thought just by gazing into her eyes. She blinked finally, looked away grasped a piece of paper that was on the kitchen table and slammed the door behind her. Tolana was smart enough to leave immediately after.
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Vegeta stayed at the cottage the rest of the night, not knowing really how to explain to Bulma what she had seen. Would she even believe him? He shook his head, he didn’t have to explain himself. If she thought he was capable of cheating on her then she deserved to suffer for a while.
Breakfast was already on the table by the time Trunks came from the room. He smiled softly. Vegeta looked away amazed again by his personality. It was so kind, so gentle. He was pure hearted in every way. He was just like Bulma before she met him.
“Even though you woke me up a few hours ago, I’m hungry again.”
“A Sayian should eat every four hours. You need your muscle back. Change your language to Sayian-di. I am sick of speaking that hideous language.”
Trunks nodded and began eating the meat first of course. “Can I ask a few questions?” Vegeta nodded, taking a seat relaxing at the Sayian dialect. “I read that book last night.”
“You aren’t sleeping.”
Trunks lowered his eyes and shook his head. “I have too many nightmares.”
“Sayians do not have nightmares.” Vegeta sadly whispered, gazing off into the distance. “They relive memories.” How many years did it take him to learn how to sleep for more then hour? How many times had he woken up screaming? But fortunately, not many memories now haunt him. Except the soulless body of his son. “But perhaps the human side of you allows dreams.”
Trunks hoped he was right. Begged that the things he saw during his sleep were not real. He changed the subject out of his own discomfort. “Frieza and Klooer are brothers right?”
“Were.”
“Why did they hate you so much?”
Vegeta smirked. “It wasn’t hate. It was fear.”
“So I guess you’re pretty powerful, huh?” Vegeta nodded proudly. “Am I?”
“From what I have seen. You will surpass me.”
“That’s crazy. I can’t even transform to Super Sayian.”
“You can. You just don’t know how.”
“Will you teach me? It’s still too soon, I guess huh? I’m still mentally unstable.”
“You are progressing faster then I thought you could. Soon you’re memory will come back to you.”
“Does that mean, I’ll be able to meet them soon? My mother and my sister?”
“Tomorrow.”
“I know my sister knows. Does my mother?”
“Your mother....has difficulty believing in what she cannot see.”
“It’s said in the book, that you went to Earth looking for me, right?” Vegeta nodded. “Why wasn’t I there?”
“Klooer had you.”
“It’s just, it doesn’t make any sense. I lived on earth for so long and I didn’t have any family?”
“You did.”
“Then why didn’t they tell you where I was? Why didn’t they come after me? And who told you I was dead? Why did they tell you that?”
“I cannot answer that. You will remember soon enough.”
“I remember little. I think, it was my mother. When I was...When I was dying. She was there. I don’t know if that really happened.”
“It did.”
“I can’t see a face. I can only hear her voice. But it was the most beautiful voice.”
“You are not to think of your death anymore. Make it seem as if it did not happen.” Vegeta stood, “I am bringing you a caretaker. She will help with food, and other things that you need. But I cannot stay here. My presence is needed elsewhere.”
Fear sprung and Vegeta turned his eyes to the boy. “I don’t want a caretaker. Can’t you stay?”
“You are not to be harmed. You must trust me.” Trunks lowered in his chair but nodded. “I will be back at noon.”
Vegeta few out the tiny opening in the vortex. Only a few second later did Goten flew from the ground and quickly got in front of him, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. For a moment, he actually looked Sayian. Vegeta stalled in flight, straightening himself and glaring with slit eyes.
“I want to see him, Vegeta.”
“I don’t care.” Vegeta went to move but Goten flew forward and stopped him. Vegeta’s head tilted. “Get out of my way.”
“He is my brother. I can help him. Please let me.”
Vegeta growled, baring his fangs. “No.”
“It’s not fair--”
“Fair?” Vegeta chuckled with pure malice. “Fair? I need not remind you of all the things that you have told me since I first landed on your planet. Now, do you plan on moving yourself, or must I do it for you?” Vegeta saw the indecision in his eyes, but eventually, Goten’s eyes fell and he floated out of the way. Vegeta made sure to release a bit of energy to blow in Goten’s face as he flew away.
Goten watched Vegeta leave. Though he hated the king, the king had every reason to hate him. Goten moved his gaze to the land below. Everything beneath the shield was invisible, and it just looked like a normal forest. But Trunks was down there somewhere. He was so close to him and yet couldn’t be more farther away.
When would he get his chance to redeem himself? When would he be able to confront Arcadia and apologize for everything that he hadn’t done? He needed forgiveness. Maybe then he would be able to sleep at night.