Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The past is better forgotten ❯ Awake ( Chapter 18 )

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

~*~*~ Chapter 19 ~*~*~

Yes it is what you think it is, a chapter.

Sorry I took so long, my excuse is 'I'm running out of inspiration' Yes this fanfiction writer is getting a writers block. I do want to finish, it's just taking a while. I have my little plan and I know what I want to happen, so I'm not completely lost.

Not only that but instead of being obsessed with DBZ I've gotten into Yu-Gi-Oh. (The manga's actually quite good) So that also I reason why I've been having trouble writing DBZ fanfiction. Maybe if the other DBZ stories I read were actually updated I'd sort of be inspired to write more. (Hurry up Shagasu and update)

I apologise for any spelling or grammar mistakes, I couldn't be bothered spell checking.

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Bulma woke to find herself lying peacefully on top of Vegeta. Her head was rested comfortably on his firm torso. She knew Vegeta was awake due to the fact she could feel his fingers running through her blue hair. Even if there was a time when she once hated him, she know found it impossible when he displayed so much affection towards her.

She didn't know if this was just the bond or if her emotions also played a part in how she felt so attached to him. From the way he was acting towards her he was a lot more loving that the way he was all those years ago. Eight years ago he just made her feel like a good fuck and nothing else, now was different. Now he made her feel more like she was needed.

As she tilted her head to the other side of the room Trunks was still out. Vegeta was right by saying it would be a few days before he awoke. It would probably scare the hell out of the kid to see him mother lying naked on top of a strange man.

"Vegeta," she asked.

He continued playing with her hair. "What?"

She bit her lower lip. It was a habit she had adapted yet again. "Is he going to be ok."

Vegeta sighed, as a mother she worried far more than necessary. "Bulma he'll be fine."

She nodded. She took note that he called her Bulma instead of onna like he used to. "I mean mentally not physically."

He shook his head and stared over at his son. "I don't know."

To be honest Vegeta hoped that his son had received no mental damage from his encounter with Freeza. Given the level of damage he must of received it was obvious that he hadn't done what the lizard asked. The Ice-jin had the same routine of 'show me respect or else'. Freeza may have been an evil bastard but he didn't bet the hell out of anyone who followed him loyally.

He took his finger away from Bulma's hair. As much as he wanted it he knew this moment couldn't last forever. "I do believe you have to work."

Bulma let out a moan of protest. Sure eight years ago she would have looked forward to working, now it felt like she was about to do slave labour. "Can't it wait."

He shook his head, as much as he liked laying there he knew that if she didn't go they'd come round asking for her. "If you don't go Freeza's men will turn up demanding you go."

Bulma let out a second moan then slowly rolled off her mate. She got up slowly and began collecting her clothes. As much as she didn't want to she had no other choice that to work in her Earth clothes. She'd have to get a new wardrobe as soon as possible.

Vegeta read her body language from the way she stared at her clothing. He pointed to a wardrobe that stood up against the wall facing her. "I saved some of your things before Freeza's progressed to destroy your entire living quarters."

Bulma slowly walked up to the wooden doors and pulled them open. Facing her were a row of clothes and small items. She recognised most of the clothing as things she had worn in front of Vegeta. Had she really hurt him that much that he couldn't stand it if any harm came to her belongings. Even if he couldn't look at them for the pure fact that they reminded him of her.

"Thank you," she whispered. She pulled out her work clothes and progressed to get dressed.

She tilted her head towards Vegeta as she noticed he was still in bed watching her. "Don't you do anything," she asked.

He smirked his classic smirk. "As long as Freeza doesn't send me on a purge I can do as I wish."

"No fair," she remarked bitterly.

Vegeta's smirk grew. That was the Bulma Briefs he knew and loved. It seemed that her old personality hadn't disappeared completely.

Once she was fully dressed she kissed him one last time before walking out the door.

Amazingly enough even after eight years she still knew her way around Freeza's palace. In that whole time the place hadn't changed a bit. It seemed as if the bastard could never be bothered redecorating. Her bet was that not a single thing other than the technology had altered since the palace was first constructed.

She watched as the people hurried around her. Nearly all of them were eager to please their lord and master Freeza. It all most sickened her to think that she was once like them. Once a pone a time her only goal was to serve Freeza and make sure what she did made him happy. He could have asked her to jump off a bridge and she would have done it without a second thought. He had complete control over her.

It almost made her glade that she had met Vegeta. It was only now that she realised how sad she must of been. Being so young at the time she had never realised what living really was. How could you live and breathe when those very things were commands. You where either a follower or a leader. You could follow a master or lead your own life. Though all her experience Bulma would now raver pick the second option.

As she entered the Tec lab she could tell that they had just shut the door and left it the way it was for eight years. Freeza must have known very well that not one person would be capable of finishing her work. After all she had been his best ever since she was young. It sort of made her guilty to know that her poor father back on Earth was left to do all him work by himself.

"Did you have a nice holiday?"

Bulma turned to see Brolly behind her. She had now come to the conclusion that Sayains barely aged in appearance. Just like Vegeta he had hardly changed in the time she was away.

She walked in and sat at her desk. She immediately noticed that all her stuff was gone and it was completely rearranged. "Loved it," she answered.

Brolly raised her eyebrow slightly. It seemed that Bulma had gained more patience in the time she was away

"By the who is that little purple haired brat that came here with you," he asked. Almost preying he's be able to stir up Bulma slightly.

Bulma sighed and turned to face him. "Brolly Brolly Brolly, Take note that I've gained a large amount of patience over the past few years, it will take more than that to annoy me."

Brolly growled then walked over the lean against the wall just like he had all those long years ago. Bulma couldn't help but smirk. Once she would have let small comments like that get to her, now they didn't make her twitch. Brolly would find it a lot harder to stir her up the slightest.

She pulled out a draw to find her old plans for Freeza's weapon that she hadn't finished. Bulma spread them out on her desk and began to examine what she had started before she had felt.

After a quick examination she could already see five ways she could drastically sabotage the creation. Freeza told her to work, he made no comment that what she made had to be up to standard.

Brolly smirked as if he knew what she was probably thinking. "Oh Freeza told me to tell you that if your work isn't up to his high expectations that brat of yours might not live through another beating."

Bulma growled. For the millionth time she whished that they had just taken her and left Trunks. "Fuck you."

Brolly's smirk widened at the satisfaction that her new found patience did have a limit. Maybe if he could press the right buttons he could have her screaming like she used to. After all making Bulma snap was the only entertainment he had. Over the years he had been a soldier to Freeza like the other Saiyans. Sure fighting was in his nature and he had preferred mass destruction to his previous baby sitting job. But then again this job did have it's small amusements.

Bulma sighed as she stared down at her work, it was going to be a long long day.

Vegeta's brow narrowed as he stared at the sleeping child that slept before him. Since they were out of the dark cell and into the light, it was easier to make out the features on the brat.

He crossed his arms. Sure it was weird, as he stared at him he could almost see a younger version of himself. A slightly taller half bred version of himself at the age of eight. Even though he intended to get back to his training as soon as possible he couldn't help but look.

He sighed and turned away, even if the brat intrigued him he had to get back to his training.

Trunks eyes shot open as he finally regain consciousness. As he looked on at the scene before him he felt an onslaught of confusion. This was not where he last remembered being.

He sat up and rubbed his head, for some reason he had a pain slitting head ache. He closed his eyes and tried to remember what happened.

He could remember his mother screaming, he could remember being taken away by those strange men. He could remember seeing space for the first time in his life. But other than that his head was entirely blank, there was a black void where his short term memory belonged.

Not only was he in a strange and confusing place, but to add to that he was alone.

"Mom," he called out, preying for an answer. But there was nothing.

He flopped back down on the bed and stared up at the black ceiling above him. What the hell was going on.

At that moment he heard the sound of a door open. He sat back up at the speed of light and looked towards it. To his great relief his mother walked in.

Bulma stood there in shock as she looked at her now wide awake son. Hell Vegeta said that he'd be out for days. It hadn't even been out for 24 hours. "Trunks you awake," she said in a tone of astonishment.

Trunks nodded. "So."

Bulma continued staring. "But.. Your father said you'd be out for days."

"Well I'm.." He stoped as his mother's words finally reached his brain. He almost choked. "My father?" He questioned. "I have a father."

To be honest she had expected a more surprised reaction from her son. But then again did he really think that she conceived him by herself. "Oh course you do."

Trunks just sat there and stared at her. His father was here, his father had commented that he'd be out to days. Sure when he was younger he had always questioned about his father, but his mother never had an answer. Over the years he had grown not to care, if he had gone through life without knowing him it wouldn't have made any difference to him at all. But now he was here.

"But you said you didn't remember my father."

Bulma sat down on the mattress next to her son and hugged him in a motherly way. "Well I do now," she said softly.

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Ignore all that I said in the note at the top. I no longer have the will to write this story and if I continue to do so I'm afraid that it might not met your expectations. And to be quiet honest I should be shot dead for attempting to write romance. I have a little plan and prewritten chapters so If anyone wishes to continue this fic E-mail me.

Missq