Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Spirit of Vegeta ❯ The End of The Road ( Chapter 4 )

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The Spirit of Vegeta

By: Nova Starlight

Part 4: The End Of The Road

I had been almost a week since Vincent, Future Bulma, Trunks, & Angelina had returned to their own timeline. This timeline however had been forever changed by their appearance. Vegeta was being avoided by both Bulma and Trunks and he was at a loss for how to approach the situation. He needed to act fast because he was afraid that the appearance of Vincent may have helped Bulma realize how easily she could leave him. So, here he was keeping it bottled up to keep from doing the wrong thing.

He learned the lesson the hard way that keeping it bottled up was not good either. Just yesterday he had been outside doing stretches when he saw Bulma's car pull up in the driveway. As he watched her begin unloading groceries from her trunk, he saw a handsome middle-aged man approach her and offer to help. He would have not cared if he had not seen the man's eyes move over Bulma's body with an appreciative look. He felt an intense rage within himself grow stronger and stronger. In the next second he had grabbed the man by his shirt collar and was dangling him in the air.

“Vegeta!” Bulma screamed, “What the Hell do you think you are doing?!” Vegeta let the man fall to the ground without giving any response to Bulma.

“Don't you ever look at my wife like that again or I will break your neck.” Then he watched as the man ran off on his hands and knees. When he turned around to face Bulma he could see the pure rage evident on her face.

“You complete and utter asshole,” she screamed at him. “He was just helping me bring in the groceries and you scared him to death!”

“He was staring at you like a hungry wolf!” Vegeta shouted back at her. Then he picked up all the bags and carried them into the house. He and Bulma put everything away in complete and total silence and the whole time he mentally kicked himself for his behavior.

After they were done, Bulma sat down at the table and said, “Vegeta, I think we need to talk.” She waited for him to sit down and then she continued, “I think you and I need to get a divorce.” He shouted.

“What?!” He shouted as he quickly stood up and loomed over her.

“Look, hear me out. I have been thinking about this a lot in the past few weeks. I understand that you are concerned about your support and I have no problems getting you a house and offering monetary support.”

“That's not my concern at all,” he replied.

She stood up to face him and he could see the tears in her eyes. “I am just so tired of fighting with you. Fighting is all we have done for the last ten years, actually even longer than that, and I am so tired of it all. Take some time to think over what I have said and we will talk.” Then she wiped her eyes and walked away, up the stairs, presumably to their bedroom. If he had thought the situation was grim before it had just gotten a lot worse. He decided that the best thing they could do was go to the gravity room and attempt to clear his head.

As he walked in to the gravity room he had to turn down the power which meant that Trunks was inside already. When he walked in Trunks powered down and without a word to Vegeta he grabbed up his towel and began to leave the room. “You can stay,” Vegeta commented. “I do not mind you being here.”

“Are you sure?” Trunks asked snidely. “I would think that it would irritate you to have your bastard son around.” Then he walked out with his head held high. Vegeta winced visibly and tried to stop him from going but there was nothing that he could do. He stood there feeling guilty once again and not sure what to do with all of this new found emotion. Damn, he wished Vincent had given him some way out of this situation if there really was a way.

In the future timeline, Bulma was discussing with Vincent the possibility of telling Trunks the truth. “You should tell him that you are Vegeta and that you loved him all those years ago. It would make him very happy, the same way it made me happy when you told me.”

“There is no real need for him to know,” Vincent replied. “He has more than moved on from that time and revealing everything to him here in this timeline might get me sent back to Hell, as well as dredge up painful memories for him.”

“If you insist,” she replied. “But just so you know I could always be the one to tell him because that way your life would not be revoked, so whenever you are ready, let me know.” He nodded in agreement and then drew her into his arms.

“You know I love you right?” he asked softly.

“I do now,” she said with a smile and then she leaned her head back just slightly so that they could kiss and as their lips met, Bulma agreed that all the unpleasantness that could occur when Trunks learned the truth, could be held off for a little while longer.

Back in the Vegeta walked through the halls and rooms of Capsule Corp. taking in the sights around him. There were dozens of pictures of Bulma, her family, and their son Trunks. Nearly all of them were void of any indication he even existed or had been present for most of the events where these pictures were taken. The saddest part of it all, it was no one's fault but his own. He only had two choices of how to handle this situation; he could simply accept the divorce and let his wife and son go forever or he could fight this and at least attempt to mend the shambles of his family. Though he had been disheartened by their intense anger at him, it now only made him more resolved to fight for them.

He made his way up to the master bedroom and found Bulma laying there in bed reading a book. “I want to discuss this divorce thing you mentioned,” he said in a calm tone as he approached her.

“All right,” she replied. Then she placed her book on the bedside table and sat up to face him. He took a seat beside her on the bed and attempted to gather his thoughts. “You obviously came up here to tell me something, so what is it?” she asked slightly impatiently.

“I don't want a divorce,” he replied.

“What?!” she replied. “Why not? Didn't I explain that I would leave you financially supported and buy you your own home? I will even hire you a maid if you would. That way you would not even have to do your own shopping or laundry. What real reason do you have for objecting?” Then she sighed deeply and looked away from him. She could not stop herself from mumbling, “It's not like you love me or anything like that.”

“Yes, I do,” he countered quickly. “I love you Bulma and I love Trunks.”

“Oh come on, Vegeta,” she protested. “You are trying to tell me this now after everything you have been saying and doing for years?”

“I mean it,” He replied. Then he pulled her into his arms and instead of kissing her roughly, like he normally did, he simply touched their lips together and pushed his tongue gently past her lips to stroke it against hers gently. This caused a small but powerful moan to rumble up her throat and Vegeta knew that was a sign that she was enjoying his kiss. He continued his little ministrations with his tongue while his hands gently brushed their way down her arms making her skin tingle and little shivers to strike down her spine like lightning. When he broke the kiss he looked into her eyes and could easily see that they were clouded with desire.

“Why would you suddenly tell me this now, after so long?” she asked in a meek and somewhat stunned voice.

“I received a rude awakening when Vincent showed up with Bulma and Trunks. It was the first time I was faced with the realization that you very easily leave me and be happy with another man.” That comment was totally true but he was unsure if it was wise of him to reveal the truth about Vincent. “I have been telling myself for a while now that I should treat you better but I still have a problem with my pride getting in the way and causing me to mess everything up.”

“All I ask is that you spend more time with me like this, embracing and caring for me; even if its only when we are alone,” she said softly. Then she softly nuzzled her nose into the crook of his neck and inhaled the deep and powerful scent that Vegeta had always seemed to exude.

“I won't do that to you again,” he stated. “I am going to be good to you and I do not give a damn if anyone sees me do it.” Then he held her close and buried his face into her soft hair. As he sat there he knew that he still had some unfinished business, but that could be left for the morning.

The next day, He had to look around the grounds many times before he found Trunks. It turned out he had been playing hide and go seek with his friend Goten. “Trunks can I talk to you for a minute?” he called out. He noted that as Goten walked off to play somewhere else in the yard and Trunks approached him that there was a very sour look on Trunks's face.

“What did I do wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Vegeta replied. “I would just like to talk to you about what happened the other day, about what you said to me in the gravity room.”

Trunks immediately became defensive. “Don't try and pretend that you don't feel that way,” he challenged. “I heard you and mom fighting last week.”

Vegeta sighed. “I am not denying that I said those things while I was fighting with your mother, but I shouldn't have and I certainly did not mean it. It's like when you say you hate someone because they made you mad; when you really don't hate them you are just angry. Do you understand?”

“So, you don't think of me as your bastard brat?” Trunks asked.

“No, I don't” he assured him. “In fact, I am very proud of you ,even though I know I rarely show it.” Then he hugged Trunks quickly and he felt better instantly. He pulled back to look Trunks in the eyes and asked, “Do you forgive me?” Trunks nodded and Vegeta could see the tears that were brimming in his eyes. He broke the embrace but kept his arm around Trunks's shoulder and pondered how amazing unconditional love could be.

The End

Author's Notes: I would like to thank everyone for their patience with my slow updates and for their interest in this story. There might possibly be an epilogue chapter added on later but nothing is definite. If I do add it, it will be posted as a new chapter on this story and not as a stand alone. If you would like to be informed you may add me to your author alerts on FFN (userid: 76873) or you can send your name and e-mail addy to me and I will add you to a special list in my address book (that way you will only receive notice about the epilogue and nothing else)