Moments In A Life | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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She was gone again, 18. His wife. The woman that he loved, the woman that had given him Marron who was sitting at his bedside now with wide blue eyes looking at him with all the solemn intent of someone who had seen death in someone she loved. He felt ashamed of himself then, in the most basic way, that he had betrayed this little girl so badly, that he had thought once it was better to be hated than to be loved.
“It’s alright, daddy,” she said to him.
But she was a child and there was no way she could understand just how ‘not alright’ it was. Her mother was gone again, gone to find Vegeta, gone to settle a score that she felt she had with the man. 18 was attacking Vegeta but it would do nothing, it would prove nothing, the monster his wife wanted to kill was inside of him, and he was too much of a coward, too weak to tell her that when she had looked at him with that intensity and said that she might be able to forgive him. That she could not trust him now, and if he wanted to be part of her life he had to understand what she was had to do.
He thought back to the day that he had tried to prove something to himself, tried to have sex with her the way he had before and how he had left her. Wondered how she could ever have forgiven him for that, how she would ever be able to lay with him next to her, or on her and not wonder if he was going to do it again.
“Daddy…” Marron whispered, “Mama called her brother.”
Krillin looked at the thick bandages on his arms, looked at the IV and the stupid hospital gown he wore. Felt sick, felt stupid, felt that he had fought harder against an enemy a thousand times worse than this and it hadn’t hurt nearly as much. Forced his lazy self out of the bed, pulled the IV out of his skin, and grabbed a folded pair of pants off the table next to his bed, Marron gave him a smile and darted out of the room. He pulled the pants on, ripped the hospital gown off, and stumbled over to the window. Thought back to life before this, thought of the times he had died, of the times he had fought at Gohan’s side or Goku’s side, or even Vegeta’s.
He pushed the window open and felt lightheaded. Ignored it, climbed up onto the windowsill and stepped out into the open air. Had to close his eyes to concentrate on flying, and then blindly headed toward the ki signatures until he thought he could open his eyes without getting queasy. His arms were throbbing, his chest was cold in the open air and he thought any second now he was going to puke.
Somewhere, his wife’s ki was attacked by another more powerful one that he could only assume was Vegeta. Vegeta who had been trying to kill himself for months, Vegeta who he had fallen to his knees for, Vegeta who had shoved him away and told him not to fuck around on his wife. Vegeta.
Who was he going to save, exactly? Who was he going to this fight to stop? Vegeta from killing his wife? His wife from killing Vegeta? Or maybe he’d stop Goku, stop his best friend in the whole world from having to make the choice to step in or stay out.
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“Fuck!” he snarled. Curled his hands into fists and thought about everything that there wasn’t. Looked at his father who was watching the two bright spots in the sky bounce back and forth, the endless rain of blows, the grunts and the screams of power. “Fuck!” he snapped again, looked at the kid in Trunks’ arms and was just SICK OF IT. Grabbed his father’s arm and yanked him until he lost his balance and turned to look at him. “Dad,” he snapped, “Lets go. Find Bulma in Otherworld and take us to her.” Took his father’s hand and watched the look of confusion dull the response. “NOW DAD!” he shouted.
The baby started to cry again, Trunks was watching his father with a smirk, and he felt sick to his stomach. Whoever that man was with the blood on his knuckles it wasn’t the same kid who he had trained with for years, it wasn’t the man that he had thought Trunks would be. It was something else, something like itz,itz, something like Vegeta had been before…or maybe he still was. Goten didn’t have a fucking clue, but he was going to find the only woman in the world that could tell him anything.
His father’s fingers tightened on his hand, the two fingers went to his forehead and there was the splintering feeling of being moved a great distance in a second. They reappeared in front of the massive desk, he blinked, watched his father concentrate, watched the line of the newly dead start to mumble about tiny monkey men cutting the line, and he flipped them his middle finger just seconds before they disappeared again.
This time, when they reappeared they were standing in front of Bulma who was biting her lip anxiously, and shifting from foot to foot as she stared into a crystal ball that was sitting in front of a rather smelly, short, fat thing with too many wrinkles to properly identify.
“F
“FINALLY!” Bulma shouted, smacked them both. “FINALLY! Stupid saiyans! Should have known that you wouldn’t think of coming here until the last possible second. You know, Goku, those kais might be good friends to you, but they don’t give a damn about anyone else… All I wanted to do was warn someone about Vegeta and look!” She grabbed his father by the hair and yanked his head down, rubbed his nose against the glass ball like a disobedient puppy and then pushed him back. “And did you have to fuck him? I mean, Vegeta is not your type, Goku.”
“Uh…?” His father backed away from the enraged woman, scratched the back of his head viciously and looked anxious enough to laugh at, but Goten didn’t feel much like laughing at the moment.
“Bulma,” he interrupted, “Is that little girl really that mans?” he asked, “Is she your daughter? Why’d you die? What in the hell is going on?”
Bulma blinked and then sighed. “I…don’t know. I think Bra is Tom’s. I mean…she wasn’t born with a tail, but I couldn’t ever convince Vegeta to let me test her paternity. He wouldn’t even let me talk about her after…” Tears came to her eyes. “Goku,” she said, turned to look at his father and her hands curled in frustration. “You have to help Vegeta. I don’t care how. I… He’s not what he likes to think he is. Not all the time. I think I really broke his heart, Goku. I didn’t mean to, I was just so angry and I drank too much and Tom was there, and I was there. Bra could be Vegeta’s daughter, though. I don’t know. After I told him I was dying he wouldn’t even look at me.”
“Great,” Goten said.
“Don’t let it fall apart, please, Goku,” Bulma said, looked at him desperately, “I’ve been watching it for months and it’s falling to pieces. Trunks is changed, Vegeta has changed, Krillin has changed… Remember when we were younger and everything was so much simpler?”
“Its not the same anymore,” his father said. Then he nodded at Bulma. “I’ll take care of it. Count on me, Bulma.” Then he grabbed Goten by the back of the neck and raised two fingers to his forehead.
“Don’t do what I did, Goku,” she said as they were leaving, “Don’t break him again.”
Goten wanted to demand what that was supposed to mean, but there was the shattering sense of passing from the world of dead to the world of life again, and he felt sick, his father’s grip on his neck released him and he fell to the ground, gagged as his stomach heaved and his face blossomed red and hot. He grabbed the ground with one hand and tried to breath and another heave overtook him, sickness made his head spin, and he whimpered between heaves.
A green hand wrapped around his arm and pulled him back to his feet, Piccolo held him still as he tried to breath and the former guardian was saying something to Trunks who was standing there with that smirk on his face, looking up at the sky.
His father was in the sky now, a distant orange dot amidst a growing spectacle of chaos. 17 was there now, 18 was there, Krillin’s ki was small but it was coming at them, and Vegeta was roaring with laughter as he beat back both of the androids.
Trunks was holding the little girl in his arm, and Goten pulled his hand away from Piccolo, walked up to his best friend and punched him, caught the little girl as she screamed and almost fell with her brother. Trunks looked up at him from the ground and the little girl held onto Goten’s arm as he shouted at the man who should have understood the situation they were in. “Your mother would be ashamed of you!”
Blue eyes went wide as Trunks looked at him.
“Goten!” Piccolo yelled.
“You’re a fucking punk, Trunks. A worthless waste of energy that just beat the shit out of someone that couldn’t even protect himself! Not even your father attacks people that way!” He held the little girl in his arm and felt her sobbing against him. Turned away from his friend, and wondered just how he was supposed to find out who this little girl belonged to. Bulma said something about having a way to find out. Trunks was supposed to have her intelligence. “We need to find out who’s daughter she is,” Goten said quietly, turning back to look at Trunks, “She might be Vegeta’s daughter. We need to know.”
“Shit,” his best friend swore. Pushed himself back to his feet and looked at the blood on his knuckles. “This should work,” he said, “We’ll test this against her.” Then motioned up into the air. “We’ve got to get back to Capsule Corp first.”
“Tell them!” Goten shouted back at Piccolo as he followed his friend, holding the girl against his chest, trying to shield her from the wind that was whipping around them.
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Goku: Wow! Chaos!
Vegeta: *smirk *
Krillin: Gasp! Spine have I?
Trunks: Don’t get too excited.
Bra: *frown *
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