Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The past is better forgotten ❯ Darkness ( Chapter 16 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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This chapter was originally one and a half. But I decided since I hadn't written a long chapter for so long that I'd put them into one.

Now since I wrote most of my chapters in advance, I haven't actually done much work on this in two months.(I've been distracted) Lets all prey I can still remember how to write

*I apologise for any spelling and grammar mistakes. I didn't have time to check it* (Plus it was 9 bloody pages long in word)

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The black planet ice-sei loomed before her. Never had she realised how haunting it looked. It was almost as black as space. There wasn't a single star to shine light onto it, as if the planet was exiled into eternal darkness.

A tear ran down her face. Never in her life had she cried so much. Eight years ago she would have considered crying to be weak, but now that she knew better she knew it sometimes couldn't be helped. Crying was the only way she could get her emotions out.

She glanced down at Trunks, he was still lying unconscious on the floor like he had been for the past ten hours. Every time she had glanced down at him she felt guilty, the poor kid was going to suffer because of his parents. Knowing Vegeta his son would be as popular as him. She had a feeling that Trunks wasn't going to be treated any better than Vegeta was as a kid. From what she knew her mate had it pretty rough.

Her son began to stir. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at her. "Mom, what happened?"

Bulma wiped the tears away from her eyes and tried to look as strong as possible. "Trunks I'm so sorry."

He noticed his mothers sadness and got up. "Mom what happened?" he repeated the question more firmly.

Bulma pointed to the window that look out on to space. Trunks slowly walked over and stared out. The sight that lay before him made him freeze. He was no longer on the planet earth. There was no blue sky and green ground. The darkness of space lay before him, a sight he would dream of seeing close up. His eyes widened as he continued to stare. He looked to his mother with confusion. "Mom?……."

Bulma lowered herself to his eye level and hugged him tightly. "Trunks... no matter what promise me you'll be strong."

Trunks blinked and nodded. "What's going on?"

"You'll find out soon enough," she whispered.

Bulma felt herself being thrown down in front of Freeza. Her hair fell in her face. She gritted her teeth, nothing could out weigh her hate for Freeza. Those days when she had followed him loyally were now all over. All she wanted was to see the bastard suffer a long and painful death, preferably by the hands of her mate.

She looked to her left to see her son get thrown down next to her. It was all her fault, Trunks didn't deserve to be here. The side of his face was bruised as if he had just been hit.

"Do you remember me now onna," Bulma looked to her other side. Next to her was Vegeta. He looked the same as he did the night he had come to warn her. The same handsome face, the same tanned skin. In many ways Trunks did look like his father.

"Vegeta," she whispered. She cursed herself for ever being able to forget him.

"I warned you," he commented. He had a look as if he was glade to see her, and at the same time not. As if he would raver have her living free then back here working for Freeza.

Bulma nodded a tear ran down her face. Vegeta looked at her with surprise, never before had he seen her cry. His look turned into concern, he wanted to comfort her, but not in front of him. Vegeta looked at Trunks on the other side of her, his breath became caught in his throat.

Trunks looked at the man who was on the other side of him mother. Their eyes connected. In that very second he knew instantly that the man was his father.

"Do you see now why I ran," Bulma whispered.

Freeza looked on in disgust. He could see the way Vegeta looked at her and it sickened him. The Saiyan's eyes were full of concern and emotion, something he found absolutely repulsive.

Freeza got out of his chair and walked over to Bulma. He grabbed her painfully by the hair. He was going to punish her and he was going to do it right in front of her Saiyan lover. "How could you?" he spat. "My prize scientist fucking him."

Bulma looked at him with utter hate while the tears ran down her face. "Fuck you," she whispered.

Vegeta closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He wanted to help her but he could only make things worse.

Freeza let go of her hair and kicked her. Vegeta winced. "After all I done for you, then you do a runner."

Bulma held her hand to where he had kicked her in the side. It hurt as if he had bruised her ribs. "What have you ever done for me?"

Freeza clenched his fist. "You ungrateful piece of shit," he pointed to both her and Vegeta. "You both are."

Trunks looked up in rage at Freeza. He didn't know who he was, but he hated him for hurting his mother. He gritted his teeth in rage.

Freeza noticed his look. "Come to think of it your little spawn isn't much better."

"Don't you dare touch him," said Bulma with all the spite she possessed.

"Why not," he grabbed Trunks by the hair. Trunks held back any screams of pain, he refused to give the bastard the satisfaction of knowing that it hurt.

"Let go of him," said Bulma through her teeth. Vegeta gritted his teeth in rage also.

Freeza looked down at Trunks. "Too bad for you that you have such ungrateful parents."

Freeza looked to Bulma and Vegeta. "Since you want to be together so much you can spend it in the dungeons. Guards!"

Four guards rushed forward and grabbed them both, Bulma struggled with all the might she possessed. "Trunks!" she screamed. " Freeza I hope you burn in hell for all the pain you've caused!" she screamed.

Freeza smirked. "Why Bulma, you of course helped me do it."

Bulma fell silent, she hated the fact that his words were true. All those years she had helped them build weapons and machines. Nearly everything she made had been used to kill someone. "I hate you, I really really hate you."

Freeza grabbed a tighter hold on Trunks hair. "Once you've finished in the dungeons you can go back to your old job. Good help is so hard to find these days."

"Fuck you Freeza," swore Vegeta.

"Why Vegeta, while your off in the dungeons I'm going to teach your son here a little respect. We wouldn't want him turning out like you."

Vegeta growled, he wanted to rip that bastards head off so badly. He hated the fact that he was still no match for him. And to add to that he was holding his son, he didn't want to risk the kid's life.

"Guards why are these two still in my sight!"

The guards nodded and began to lead them out of the room.

"Mom!" yelled Trunks.

Bulma turned round to issue one final comment. "Freeza one day you are going to meet you end, and I will be there laughing."

Freeza smirked. "I find that very unlikely."

Bulma smiled. "Oh it will happen, maybe even very soon."

Freeza watched as the both left the room. He looked down at Trunks. "From now on kid you'll be showing me respect," he hissed.

Trunks spat in his face. He had a look of pure and utter hate. He didn't know Freeza, but any one who treated his mother the way he did, deserved to be treated like filth.

"You ungrateful little twerp," he through Trunks against the wall. Trunks let out a cry of pain as he collided with the plaster, leaving a mark.

Freeza walked forward towering over him. "If you won't show respect, then I'll have to beat it into you."

For the second time that day Bulma felt herself being thrown the floor. The door behind her slammed shut. "Your allowed out in six hours," the guard turned the key in the lock and walked away.

Bulma let the tears flow. She hated being back here, for eight years she was free from this life. Free from having to work for the heartless bastard that called himself Freeza. She sobbed, she was so happy not remembering. She spent that whole time feeling innocent, because she couldn't remember the awful things she had done.

She felt a hand on her shoulder Vegeta helped her up. She collapsed into his arms and buried her face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Yes, in eight years she had defiantly changed.

"Vegeta," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry."

Her ran his fingers through her hair and inhaled her sent. He was shocked hearing her apologise. Eight years ago she would have done nothing of the sort. "Hush, why do you have to be so dramatic all of a sudden."

She continued crying. "But I left, then when you finally came back I acted like I didn't even know you."

He sighed. "You did what you had to do," he reached forward and wiped a tear away from her eye with his thumb.

Even if her life had just gone back to hell she couldn't suppress the feeling of happiness. It was as if a part of her that had been empty for so long was full again. She felt as if she would have eventually wasted away and died if she never got to see Vegeta again. She was glade to see his face and fell his touch. She wanted him to speak once more so she could hear the tone of his voice. She wanted him to hold her and never let go, no matter what. "I did missed you," she whispered.

He scoffed slightly. "I don't know who or how crazy you are, but get out of my house, yes onna I could tell you were just dieing to see me," the was slight hurt in his tone even though he tried to hide it.

She smiled slightly. "My heart never forgot you Vegeta, not once."

At her words he hugged her tighter. He had spent the last eight years longing for the moment when he could hold her once more. Even if they had only been together for that one month he had became more attached to her than he had to any living being. He was his mate after all, he could never stop caring about her. It hurt when he came back to find the she was gone. It hurt spending eight years without her. He trained like mad yet he couldn't see the point of killing Freeza when he knew it wouldn't bring her back

He tried looking for her, every time they were on a planet he always searched for her Ki. When ever he had free time after a purge he always searched the nearby planets. But no matter how hard he looked he could never find her. The very second he found out that Freeza was planning to come for her he was gone in a flash.

It hurt when she didn't remember him, He could feel pain when she told him to get out of her house. He couldn't take her away while she was like that. He had to leave her so she would remember herself. After all what sort of relationship would they have if she could even remember the passion they had shared.

Bulma sighed. "I ran because I got pregnant, I was afraid Freeza would kill me."

Vegeta nodded. "He would have, you did what you thought was right."

Another tear ran down her face. She hated looking so weak, if she came face to face with her future self eight years ago she would have laughed. "I wanted to tell you, but you were gone for so long Vegeta," She closed her eyes. "He's so much like you, and strong too. Stronger than you'd expect for someone his age."

He smiled at Bulma's words. Ever since they had fist bonded he had always dreamed of having children with her. He alway looked forward to the day when he killed Freeza so he could take her away. He reached forward and tilted her head up so they were face to face. Her blue eyes were full of emotion, love, hate and sorrow. "Don't worry onna, you'll be able to go home soon."

He leaned forward and kissed her passionately. As passionately as he had all those long years ago. He had greatly missed the way she tasted. It was one of the memories he had found impossible to block over the years. Even if she was back in hell, all he could think about was how happy he was to finally have her back again. After all she was his and his only.

He was as warm as he was all those years ago. She didn't know if it was true or not but she was pretty sure that Saiyan's had a hight body temperature.

She rested her head on his chest as he held her. After a few hour her cry had finally stoped, but that didn't stop her worry. At that very second Trunks could have been going through any sort of torture at the hands of Freeza. She didn't know if her son could survive something like that. Her son had been pretty sheltered all his life. He didn't suffer any physical abused other than training. She preyed over and over again that he was like Vegeta.

Bulma looked up at Vegeta, he was starring at the far wall. Even though he looked as if he was examining the brickwork she could tell he was lost in thought. "Vegeta why do things have to be this way?" she asked.

He snapped out of thought and looked down at her. It was the first time she had opened her mouth in two hours. "Because they are."

She sighed sadly. "Will Freeza kill us?"

He shook his head. To be honest he though she was smart enough to work it out herself. "No, he needs you for your brains. He's had a hard time trying to find another scientist who was at your level."

Bulma felt a wave of relief, maybe Freeza wouldn't have killed her if she stayed instead of running. But then again if she had never left she would have never seen Earth. And if it hadn't been for her eight years there she would still be the person she was before.

"Vegeta no matter what," she whispered. "No matter the risk, promise me that you'll kill Freeza."

Vegeta nodded. The bastard would die even if he had to sacrifice himself to do it.

His head turned to the door as the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall. The guard raised a key to the rusted lock on their cell. Vegeta had spent the last few hours longing to blast the lock apart. But if he had that would only cause trouble. And trouble wasn't something he could afford to get into while Freeza had his son.

The door swung open and hit the far wall with a metallic bang.

"Out," said the guard.

Bulma slowly pulled herself together and made her way out the door, looking down at the floor. Vegeta got up to follow after her.

In a split second the door shut with a bang. With Bulma on the outside while he was still in the dark prison.

"Freeza told me to give you some more time," there was a wide smirk on the guards face. He made no attempt to hide the fact he didn't like Vegeta.

Vegeta gritted his teeth as he saw Bulma's pupils tremble once more. He didn't want to leave her alone while she was still so emotionally unbalanced.

"Vegeta," she whispered softly.

The guard sneered at her words. He found it hard to believe the women really was Bulma Briefs. As far as he could see the once cold hearted women was acting like a weakling. Whatever happened to her over the last eight years it had changed her permanently.

He grabbed her wrist and dragged her away. "Vegeta," she called out. The grip the guard had on her wrist was hurting like hell. But even if she did make an attempt to struggle he would only grip her tighter.

After being dragged through the palace she was finally brought to Vegeta's door. It surprised her why she wasn't taken to her old room. But then again after what she had done Freeza would try his best to deprive her of any luxury.

"If you try to do anything funny you know what will happen to your brat," he hissed before he turned to leave.

The black door stared her right in the face. It hadn't changed at all. There was no sign that it was Vegeta's room apart from the small number printed across it.

She reached forward and turned the handle. The door opened with a soft click to unveil a room she had almost forgotten.

It looked the same as it had all those years ago. Not a thing was out of place. But despite that the atmosphere was differed. It gave off a slight feeling of sadness. As if Vegeta had dragged himself out of bed ever morning and forced himself to live on in the hope she was still alive.

Bulma felt a sudden pang of guilt. Even though Vegeta was so tough she knew she had hurt him by going away. It was her fault he had suffered so greatly. Not only that but she had barely suffered at all. All those years on Earth she had been happy. Those eight years were like heaven compared to what her mate would have gone through.

She walked in and collapsed on the bed. A single tear ran down her face. Bulma cursed the very fact she was unable to make her crying stop. It was as if all the emotions she had kept inside for all those years were finally coming out in full force.

Ever so slowly her eyes lids began to droop, she hadn't slept a wink in 24 hours. Through all her worrying she had found it impossible.

She reached out and grabbed one of the soft pillows on the bed and pulled it close. Ever so slowly she could feel herself fade out and fall into sleep. "Vegeta," she whispered.

He could visually imagine it all. He could picture his hand going right through Freeza's chest and ripping out the bastard's bloody heart. He could almost hear the choking sounds escaping the lizard's throat as his warm blood flowed onto his hands. The Ice-jin would do anything to make Vegeta's life hell. He would never be satisfied just killing the Saiyan, well at least not till he had made sure he had suffered greatly.

Vegeta knew exactly how he thought, he knew exactly what his motives were. He was almost able to predict the bastard's next move. If there was one thing that Vegeta excelled at it was knowing his enemy.

Vegeta paced his cell rapidly. Imagining Freeza's death scene over and over again. His obsession for his death had been the only thing keeping him going over the years. He never once considered what he would do once the bastard was dead.

But then again he had promised Bulma that she would go home. His guess was he would most probably go with her. He never wanted to leave her side ever again. He hoped that nothing had happened to her since she had left the dungeons. Freeza wanted her for her scientific knowledge so he most probably wouldn't harm a hair on her head.

The sounds of foot steps echoed down the hall once again. It had been an hour since Bulma had left, he had assumed that Freeza would have wanted him to stay longer. The guard appeared out of the darkness.

As he came close Vegeta could see he was carrying something large. His eyes narrowed as he saw a glint of violet hair in the darkness.

The guard unlocked the door and dumped the child inside without a hint of care what so ever.

Vegeta approached his son and rolled him over. The kid was defiantly unconscious. He had the smell of the liquid in the rejuvenation tanks. It was obvious must have been beaten up pretty bad by Freeza. Vegeta shuddered, he had spent most his life trying to forget his memories as a child. They were so horrible no one would want to remember them.

Vegeta ran his fingers through his sons hair. So this was the son he never even knew about. He cursed his mate for being foolish enough not to wait for him. She was lucky enough not to be found for so long. When Freeza wants to find someone, he finds someone.

He examined his son closer. He looked so much like his mother, but he obviously had his face and strength. Vegeta sighed, he would have so liked to see his child grow up. But he was thankful that he wasn't born into this life. He had tasted what it was like to be free and loved. He hadn't been born and raised to follow Freeza's orders.

It sometimes wondered Vegeta what he would have grown up to be like if his planet had never been destroyed. It didn't matter to him because he knew he could never go home, but it still made him think.

His guess was he would have probably have grown up to be like the cowardly man who was responsible for his slavery. As much as he didn't like to think about it, it still would have happened. It proved that being a slave to Freeza has strengthened him. All those horrible experiences had made him stronger. He only hoped that the same would happen to his offspring. He just preyed that the child wouldn't give in like his grandfather. That no matter what he would keep fighting till the day he died.

After all he would need a fighting spirit if he was to ever survive in a place like this.

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So that brings a close to another chapter. The next one might be a while since I'm suffering from writers distraction. (The same as writers block only every time you try and write you become distracted) Like up until lately I could just sit in front of my computer and type for hours, now I have a hard time trying to do that.

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