Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Torn ❯ Where's My Son? ( Chapter 7 )

 

Disclaimer: I own my own version of Vegeta! *mumbles quietly* a little toy version of him anyway... *cough, cough* No I don't own it! Scram lawyers! (unless you want to read =) )

 

 

 

 

Chapter 7

 

~Love of Vegeta~

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the Son's bathroom, Bulma striped off her soiled garments and stared miserably at her reflection in the full length mirror. The look of the woman who stared back almost brought tears to her eyes, and Bulma had to choke back a sob.

 

The flat and lifeless mess atop her head was not the beautiful and shiny head of hair it had once been, and instead of turquoise, it was now a murky blue. Her skin was ghastly pale, and the lack of sleep and food was evident on her body. She could count her ribs and see the small bumps of her spine running down her back. It was horrifying.

 

She had been losing wait ever since the Cell Games, she had begun a new diet and exersize, trying to loose the weight gained after her pregnancy, but this was ridiculous, how could she have let herself go like this? When was the last time she'd eaten? She couldn't quite remember... she couldn't even recall feeling hungry.

 

 

She poked at the protruding bones and winced. She couldn't carry on like this. She had to do something. She was going to stop it, if not for herself then for Trunks. He didn't deserve this. She didn't want his innocence being ripped away by the ones he loved and trusted. She'd had it happen to her, and she wasn't about to let her son fall prey to the same fate.

 

 

She looked at herself in the mirror again, and viciously rubbed at the dried blood on her cheek.

 

 

"Never again." she vowed, and stepped inside the shower. She was going to get back on her feet. She was Bulma Briefs. She was a survivor, not a poor helpless child anymore, and she wasn't going to take this torture any longer. She was ready, ready to start anew. She was going to get her life back.

 

 

 

An hour later and Bulma was once again looking into her full length mirror. But the face that greeted her now had not tears the eyes, but fierce determination. She'd hidden the pallor of her skin beneath tons of makeup and her hair was now clean and had regained some of its natural beauty, but still hung limply off her head. She grabbed a scrunchie and tied it back into a high ponytail. Better. She was clad in a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a pink halter neck top, taken from her capsules. She'd actually given thought to her outfit, she realised. She couldn't believe the total lack of care she'd been giving her appearance, but what was the point in dressing up for a man who paid no more attention to her than he would an ant on the floor?

 

 

She growled and wiped furiously at her eyes as the tears threatened to fall.

 

 

"No." she told herself. "I am NOT going to waste my tears on him any longer." And she began to reapply her smudged makeup. "And I am going to eat today." she reminded herself, remembering the look of her reflection, allowing it to fuel her resolve.

 

 

 

She seated herself on a heavy wooden chair by the Son table. A pile of untouched sandwiches glared at her, failing to appeal to her in the least. Bulma knew she should eat, but she just didn't feel in the least bit hungry. She didn't feel like sandwiches... but the problem was she couldn't think of a single flavour she did crave for. Then she remembered the sensu bean she'd been given earlier. Of course, she mentally slapped herself. It would be about two weeks before she felt the need for food again. Still, surviving on sensu beans couldn't be all that healthy...

 

 

She gingerly reached for one of the assortment of sandwiches, and took a bite. She took a few slow, forceful chews and swallowed, almost choking as her throat tried to refuse the food. She looked disdainfully at the rest of the sandwiches, took four and threw them into the bin, followed by a few napkins to hide them. She was sure Chi-chi would spoon feed her if she found out.

 

She straightened as the door suddenly opened, and took a quick guilty step away from the bin.

 

 

Goku entered through the back door, his eyes searching the room and falling upon her form. His face was pale, and his ever confident stance was now slumped. Worry and fear were etched onto his features.

 

 

"Goku?" she asked quietly. He indicated to the table, gesturing for her to sit. She did so, and stared at him from across the table. Silence ensued, but she did not question him, she could tell he was searching for the right words.

 

 

"Bulma I..." he trailed off. He lowered his head. Why was he avoiding her gaze? He sat down opposite her and began to play with his fingers underneath the table. He raised his head again to stare at her own hands which were clasped in front of her, his eyes lingered for the briefest of moments on the stack of sandwiches, and Bulma nudged the plate forwards. He shook his head at her offer and forced his eyes to meet hers.

 

 

"I've just seen Vegeta," he began, choosing his words carefully, pausing to see her reaction. Bulma paled, and turned away from his searching eyes.

 

 

"He told you?" she asked quietly. Seeing Goku shake his head from the corner of her eye, she visibly relaxed, though just slightly.

 

 

"I've been meaning to tell you Bulma, for quite some time but I..." he trailed off again, fixing his gaze on the wall behind her. Bulma resisted the urge to wave her hand infront of his face.

 

 

"Yes?" she implored.

 

 

"I know you think it's his fault, Bulma, but it's not." Her eyes widened slightly at this abrupt statement. He continued quickly, as though the words were burning his tongue. "There's something inside him, it has been controlling his actions for a while now, since Buu." Bulma blinked, her quick mind catching the significance of the last part of the sentence.

 

 

"This doesn't have anything to do with... what happened in the World Martial Arts Tournament does it Goku?" Goku sighed and nodded his head very slightly.

 

 

"It wasn't removed when he was brought back to life. It's... been growing." Bulma stared at the table, and tears began to form in her eyes. Not again, please no, she begged.

 

 

"It isn't his fault." he repeated. Bulma looked up at him.

 

 

"Yes it is," she said, openly crying now. "He shouldn't have allowed it in the first place! How am I..." she sniffed and wiped her eyes. "How am I supposed to forgive him now? If it really isn't his fault, Goku, if it was something he had absolutely no control over, then why isn't it happening to you?"

 

 

"Because we're different-"

 

 

"No!" she said. "You're always making excuses for him, Goku! He lets Cell become complete; you say it's not his fault! He voluntarily became controlled by that wizard; even more excuses! And now, he has done it again. Why is he never to blame? Why is it always him? Surely if he has no control over these things then it would have happened to you or someone else! No, I can't go on like this, I..." she buried her face in her palms and sighed in pent up anger and frustration. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

 

 

"Bulma I-"

 

 

"Don't Goku, please... Don't make anymore excuses for him. I can not- I will not be put through this again!" her voice was breaking. "You don't know just how horrible these last few weeks have been! You weren't there when he- he..." Goku pulled her into him and she cried on his shoulder.

 

 

"Bulma I'm sorry... I really am." he said into her hair. Bulma pulled away.

 

 

"Please, don't be." she said, rubbing her eyes and standing from the table. "I'm leaving him, Goku. I'm taking Trunks and-" she stopped when she saw his head immediately lower, though not missing the guilt, regret and sorrow in those black depths.

 

 

"Goku..." she asked slowly, dreading the answer. "Where is Trunks?"

 

 

 

 

 

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~Love of Vegeta (in a rare mood, don't disturb me! Heh)

 

 

 

 

P.S Yeah I know, you're like 'shut up already!' this chapter could have been much longer, the reason it was so short was because I only got one review on the last chapter I spent so much time slaving over!! (winks at Raine321) NEway........ bye? *people applaud as I finally shut up*