Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So Blue 2--Here We Stand ❯ Reasons Pt. 2 ( Chapter 22 )

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

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Upon being dragged into the Throne room by the persistent Kali, Bulma gasped as Radditz’s body flew across the air and slammed against the wall, falling right next to the unconscious Goten. Bulma knew somehow none of this was going to turn out like she had hoped. The tears in her eyes were swallowed as Turles caught sight of her. She would not be weak in front of this man ever again.

Turles walked closer, wiping the blood from his hands. “Bulma. Are you searching for a cure? I’m curious of how you are still standing.” His voice startled her. She was so full of hatred and anger and sorrow, and he was as calm as a new born.

She narrowed her eyes. “You wish to kill me, Turles?”

He stared at her but his mechanical eye went to Kali, “Go now and find Vegeta.” The boy vanished. Turles moved to be directly in front of her, looking down upon the woman he had once loved. “I wish to destroy Vegeta. In order to do so, he must be weakened. Kali will fight him, and Kali will fail. But Vegeta will be damaged. Then Trunks will fight him and nearly kill him. But still it will not be enough. His pride will not be shaken. But you. You will destroy him. And that will be when I come in. To run a sword through his heart. Die a traitors death. It will be perfect.”

“Trunks will not fight his father.”

“Oh, that’s right.” That seemed to jog his memory about Trunks and quickly he waved and through the darkness Trunks stepped out.

“Trunks!” Bulma ran to him but was brutally shoved back and to the floor. She stared up at him, mouth agape and eyes wide, “He’s controlling you too.”

“I am not controlling him. Just altering him.”

Bulma got up, Turles was next to her actually offering help. She reached up and slapped him, “How dare you.”

“Be assured, Lady Bulma. This has nothing to do with you. I just want to--”

“Kill Vegeta. Yeah. I got that. I don’t know what you are anymore.”

His real eye darkened and narrowed as he stepped even closer to her. And for a moment, Bulma actually feared. “What I am? Months on Netu, trying to survive on a world that wants you dead. Every creature trying to kill you before you kill them. Eyes on every corner, nothing was safe. Eating carcasses, creatures with names, toes, eyes, anything that would feed the insatiable hunger. At times, in places, so dark, no choice was given as I cut my own legs off to eat and stay alive. I rebuilt myself, to live again. Then weeks turned into months and hunger struck again. My left arm was first and then my right. Until I became sixty percent cyborg. That is what am I. Because Vegeta didn’t kill me.” He was panting by the time he stopped. He looked away, backed off and sat roughly in his dais. “After seven months I escaped. I got involved in slave trading. That was when I came upon Kali. I rebuilt him his lost arm. On Netu, I learned many tricks. I was able to place a chip inside him that triggered his lost power. Now, he is most powerful and could even kill Vegeta. But his hate distorts thought, and causes weakness.” Turles stood going over to Trunks. “But this one is perfect. Untainted. And very powerful.”

Bulma‘s heart skipped as she panicked. “Don’t hurt him, Turles please, I’ll do anything.”

“Hurt him?” Turles questioned insulted. “A lifetime of waiting and searching.” He shook his head. “Even if all things go the way I hope. Nothing and no one will do him harm. On my honor, Bulma I will protect him.”

“He’s not yours to protect.” Radditz voice echoed. The man stood, Goten also standing, though holding tight to his broken hand.

Turles chuckled. “You are as much of a traitor as I am, nephew. Hell, you’re the one that brought him here.”

“Who else was going to alert the King of your plans?”

“So you are the one that told Vegeta where to find him. Wow, Radditz, that’s big. Betraying your own son.”

“I couldn’t help him anymore. Only the king can save him now.”

“Trunks.” Trunks’ blue eyes rose, a beautiful voice called his name. He saw her standing in the doorway. Her green eyes were bright and wide as she stared at him. His brows knit. Why was she here?

“Who is this?” Turles growled, brutally aware how easily all these people had just walked into his castle. So much for his damn army.

Seneca paid no mind as she made her way to her lover but Bulma grabbed her, holding tight, “No, Seneca.”

“Trunks.” She struggled against Bulma’s hold, trying to reach him. He just stared at her with knitted brows. “I know what happen. I know about the women. I know. And I don’t blame you. I understand.”

Trunks eyes fell to the floor. It was a memory he recalled. The three females on the ship with Klooer. Those memories had not been taken. The only thing that was altered was his feeling toward the man that called himself father. Turles had placed a hatred inside him. A hatred that seemed so out of place. He looked to the eyes of his mother, a woman that he trusted, and hated only to the fact that she associated herself with Vegeta. He shook his head, he recalled their conversations. How can she understand? Wasn’t he her mate? Why wasn’t she angry with him? “You were not suppose to know.”

“But it’s okay. I still love you.”

His brows knit and his eyes went to her. “You do?” Trunks shook his head again, “No. It wasn’t right. You don’t deserve that.” He straightened his shoulders and looked past her to Turles. He allowed the fake hatred to fill him. Vegeta was his enemy and no one else was going to get in his way. Turles was his master. Turles will protect him.

“So the prince has himself a human girlfriend. Well that’s no good.” Turles raised his metal hand and fired a quick blast.

It had all happened so quick, Trunks wasn’t even aware that anything had taken place until Seneca’s body hit the floor. His eyes widened in shock and he looked over to Turles in confusion. The man came up to him, “She is nothing, you must forget.” And though it was an order he looked down upon her nonetheless with wide scared eyes. Bulma lowered cautiously taking the woman’s hand.

Goten however was not so forgiving for he instantly jumped in the air and attacked, slamming his foot right into Turles’s back, slamming him up against the wall. “You son of a bitch!”

Trunks was ignorant of the fight that happened around him as he knelled down beside her. Bulma, crying softly, while she lightly stroked her hair, speaking softly to her but it was obvious enough by the blood that poured from her stomach that there was no surviving it. She stood back as to allow them privacy.

Seneca’s body shook in agonizing tremors. Tears ran down her cheeks when she set her green eyes on Trunks. Blood rolled down the side of her mouth but she smiled nonetheless and a weak shaking hand lifted to touch his cheek. Trunks touched it, holding it in his large palm. It was an action he had not done so consciously. “Arcadia?” His brows knit as he stared back at her. That name again. She was dying and all she wanted was her lover back. He looked up to his mother, unsure of what to do. He didn’t know how to be Arcadia. He didn’t know how to be the man she loved. She gave him a reassuring smile but it didn’t help him.

He looked back down at her, her eyes were fading. Trunks took a deep breath and smiled. “I‘m here baby.” His voice dropped all harshness and his features instantly relaxed.

A large smile spread on her bloody lips. “You remember me?” She whispered so lightly he leaned in to hear.

“How could I have forgotten?”

Tears dripped down her cheeks. “Gods how I missed you. I’ve looked everywhere for you.”

“You found me, love.”

“I did?”

“Yes.” He was unsure by the tears that were welling up in his eyes. Why was this effecting him? He didn‘t know her anymore. She was nothing to him and yet, his heart was beating with unbearable pain. “You did.”

“I’m dying, Arcadia.”

He shook his head, “No, you’re okay.” His lip trembled without thought and a tear dropped down his cheek.

“I’m so scared.” She cried suddenly.

“Shhh..It’s okay.”

“I wanted to marry you.”

Trunks lowered his head to her shoulder, he felt himself whisper so softly to her. “Seneca, I’m so sorry. I didn‘t know.” He cried lightly.

She shook her head, her hand touching his soft hair, “I’m so glad you’re here. I’m no longer alone.” Her eyes shut tight, trying to control the sobs that wanted to be released. The pain was almost gone and her body was calming. She could feel herself dying but she wanted to stay. She wanted to be with him.

Trunks raised his head and her hand lowered to his cheek to wipe his tears away and she smiled at him, making him smile back. “I love you, Seneca.” She cried softly with a bright, weak smile. He lowered his head and softly kissed her trembling lips. When he finally pulled away again, her eyes stared at nothing and her body was completely still.

“I’m sorry, Trunks.” His mother voice echoed in his head as he stared down upon the woman that he had forgotten and betrayed. She had lived in hell because he didn‘t want to face her. This was all his fault.

Goten was smacked down and Radditz, panting and bleeding jumped in to take his place. But it took only one hit for him to fall to the floor. How Turles managed to get stronger then him still had him at a loss. “Don’t you see yet, I am King.” Turles growled violently. “Trunks, kill them now.”

Trunks stood. There were so many thoughts inside his head that were telling him to follow orders. His blue eyes went to Radditz and then to Goten. The word ‘kill’ flashed in front of him but he stayed put. His father’s voice was whispering softly and repeatedly. “Act on your emotions.” He turned to gaze to Turles. The voices said ‘Master’ but the anger inside him said something entirely different.

Trunks fist smashed across Turles cheek, shattering his fake eye and breaking every bone. No one had even seen it, the boy’s speed too fast to comprehend and Turles nearly screamed out in his surprise as he fell to the floor, holding his bleeding face.

Bulma ran to her son, grabbing his arm but he turned suddenly to her, hand raised. It was her large frightened eyes that stalled him. “Trunks, no.”

“Momma!” Bra screamed, “Daddy’s dying! Kali’s about to kill him.”

Radditz stood, wiping blood from his lip, “I’ll take care of it. I’m sorry, Bulma, I didn’t think this would happen.” Radditz ran out.

Bulma held her son but his body fell to his knees as he suddenly grabbed his head and groaned with pain. “Trunks. Trunks what’s wrong?”

Goten and Bra ran over to him, “What’s the matter?” Goten begged, knelling in front of him.

“Pictures, of things, and people. Kami!” He pitifully cried, his power level rising. Bulma backed away, being burned by his skin. Soon the ground began to shake and crack beneath Trunks’ legs.

“He’s losing control. He have to get him outside. Or this whole building is going to collapse on top of us.”

Goten touched the man‘s shoulder, “Trunks look at me.” But the boy shook his head in agony, his nails digging into his purple hair. “You have to calm down. Your memories are coming back. Stop.”

“Stop.” Trunks grit through clenched teeth.

“Stop or you’re going to kill us.”

“Kill.” His blue eyes rose, connecting with Goten’s and his hands dropped to his side “Master said to kill.” His power exploded shoving everyone away and smash up against the wall.

Trunks footsteps sounded, Bulma barely was able to open her eyes, being blinded by the gold light that encompassed the room. She could barely make out the outline of her son as he left the room. She struggled to get herself up but soon Goten was by her side helping her stand. “Go, make sure he doesn’t kill anyone.”

“What about Turles?” Bulma looked over to the man lying against his throne holding his bleeding face.

“I think I can handle it.” Goten ran out of the room and Bra took his place, keeping her weakening mother on her feet.

“What’s happening, mom? Is it your illness?”

Bulma nodded and with the help of Bra she walked over to Turles. “You can leave us, Bra.” She was unsure but her mother persisted and with a skeptic look, she nodded running out of the room. Bulma knelled unsteadily down to take a look in his eyes.

Turles’ good eye went to her. Bulma‘s hand rested down upon his cheek. His eyes closed for a moment upon her touch then he looked at her. “You loved me once.”

Through the blood and broken cheek he whispered. “I still do.”

A tear dripped from her eye. “Then don’t kill me. I need to be there for my children. For Bra, who you always saw as your daughter. For Trunks, who you desperately wanted to find. I know you went through Hell. Had I known he was going to send you there, I would have killed you myself. You didn‘t deserve that life.”

“You say, only to save yourself.”

“You once knew me better then myself. Are you so tainted that you’ve forgotten what type of man you are?”

“You were the reason I fought so hard.”

“Then why want me dead? Save me, Turles, for no one else can. And I will hide you from Vegeta, and send you to a place where you can be with Tolana and live until you grow old. Save me, and I promise to keep you safe.” It was her eyes that stared at him that made him disobey the voices in his head. Those eyes that managed to take his freewill from him and obey her every desire. “Do you hate me that much?”

His hand raised and encompassed her cheek, his thumb wiping away her tear. “I cannot hate you. Vela I wish I could.” With his bloody hand he pulled from beneath his armor, a small vial. “I have always, just wanted to save you.”

Bulma grasped it with relief, leaning up to place a small chaste kiss on his good cheek. But he shifted, and with his hand on the back of her neck she couldn’t keep from kissing his lips.

Soon he allowed her to pull back and she saw the smirk that now laid present. “What?” She whispered confused. His eyes moved and Bulma turned to look behind her and there in the doorway Vegeta leaned heavily against the wall, bleeding from all sorts of wounds, holding his stomach, and glaring.