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Butterflies & Hurricanes	By : Froglady15 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 739 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination… Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned in this fic DO NOT belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.
Butterflies & Hurricanes
Chapter 34
The boys were both showered, changed into clean clothes and were in the middle of their meal, when the man who had helped them returned with another man the boys vaguely recognized as the king of the planet Jeyice had destroyed; they had seen his picture in a family portrait and immediately, they felt uneasy. What if he knew that they had been a part of that mission?
"This is Geralt, one of our leaders," he introduced them.
"Fenton tells me that you both claim to be the son of Prince Vegeta, is this so?" Geralt asked without further greeting. He was a tall, thin, blue-skinned man and looked exactly the same on that portrait as he did in person.
Both boys nodded.
"I believe you," he said, pointing to Tarble. "You are the spitting image of anyone from the he house of Vegeta I have ever met. You, on the other hand," he continued, pointing at Trunks, "only have a very vague resemblance."
"We are twins," Tarble insisted, finally deciding to speak up. "Our mother isn't Saiyan. I took most of my father's physical traits and Trunks has our mother's, but Trunks is strong like our father and I am not,"
"I see," he said, narrowing his eyes at them, not entirely convinced. "You say your father still lives under capture at King Cold's base and the two of you merely escaped on your own?"
"That's right," they nodded and proceeded to tell them the situation regarding both their parents and their capture on King Cold's base all this time tell telling them everything they knew from both what they had heard from Jeyice, other soldiers and their mother, convinced that if they could win these people over, maybe they would help them.
"I see… However, Vegeta-sei was destroyed two years ago, give or take," he said. "If the two of you were infants, say even a year old at the time of its destruction, you are still far too old to be who you claim to be. How old are you both, if I may ask? Eight? Nine?"
"We're ten, sir," Trunks answered and then told him about their training in the hyperbolic time chamber.
"Yes, I have heard of it," he nodded, seeming to accept the explanation. "Alright. I believe you, both of you."
"Thank you sir," Tarble said with a smile, relieved. It had seemed that he was not going to believe them at all and he had been beginning to worry somewhat.
"Well do not thank me as of yet," he said with a frown and getting up to pace the room. "I am afraid I cannot be of much help to you. My own planet was recently destroyed by King Cold so I have nothing to offer either of you in terms of resources or soldiers to come back with you. The majority of our forces resided on my planet and so now we are left with next to nothing."
They both looked at each other solemnly, unsure if they should be completely honest and tell him that they knew.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Trunks said before Tarble decided to mention it. There was no point in telling him. What good would it do except to upset him? It wasn't like they could get caught about hiding the information from him. "It sucks losing your home and your family."
"Yes," he nodded sadly, trying to keep from becoming overly emotional. "I lost my wife and my daughters along with everything else that mattered to me. While it has been a devastating loss, I am thankful to be alive and will do anything I can to destroy King Cold. I know it was him that did this, or sent some of his men to do it for him. I just hope my dear wife and girls did not suffer before they perished. I cannot bare to think of it."
The boys didn't know what to say. They remembered exactly what they had seen and it had both disturbed and disgusted them. Since then, their trust in Jeyice had been shaken and they feared very much for their own mother and what was possibly happening with her.
"Hopefully they were left alone," Tarble said, trying to sound reassuring. "How come you happened to not be there?"
Geralt was quiet a moment before answering. "We were trying to get together a group to act as a resistance against King Cold. It has been in the works for many years but since your father's home was destroyed, we have been doubling our efforts to over throw him for good.
"I met with your father, Prince Vegeta, many years ago in secret with the rest of the existing resistance members. Back then, everything was ruled by King Cold's son, Lord Frieza," he explained to them. "Your father was very young, not much older than seventeen or eighteen at the time, but he had a deep seated hatred for Frieza and anything related to him. His father was deeply aligned with the Frieza and King Cold, so the idea was to hang tight until the time when Prince Vegeta took his father's throne and then act.
"Everyone rejoiced when we learned that he had destroyed Lord Frieza, except soon after that he was taken captive and Vegeta-sei was destroyed. We have not the means to pull off a full scare rebellion without the Saiyan army we had been counting on, but it is our firm resolve to continue on and pick up where Prince Vegeta left off. If there is the remotest possibility that he is alive, we will help you in any way that we can."
"Wow," Tarble commented.
"So you knew our father fairly well," Trunks said.
"At one time, yes." He nodded. "He was an honourable man both on and off the battlefield and it was considered a huge loss when we were told of his death. He had a lot of potential to be an exceptional ruler, unlike his father and the Cold's."
"I, or we don't remember him," Tarble said. "Everyone on Cold's base tells us he was a gifted warrior but he was a traitor. Our mother says he's a good man. Did you know her?"
"No," he shook his head. "I never met her, only heard stories and unfortunately most of them were less than positive being that it was widely known that your grandfather did not approve of his choice of wife. Therefore, I cannot say, however knowing your father, I have no doubts that he would have chosen someone exemplary for himself."
"She's a scientist," Trunks said.
"I have heard that," he conformed. "However I have heard everything from her being a scientist to a sorceress to being a high paid courtesan who stole his heart and many even worse rumours."
"Mom's nice," Tarble said. "You'd like her."
"I am sure I would and hopefully I will be able to meet her in time."
"Great!" Trunks nodded.
"Well settle yourselves in, Fenton has offered to let you boys stay with him until we figure something out," Geralt said, gesturing to Fenton and his wife, Darby.
"Thank you," the boys said, feeling relieved that they had someplace to stay instead of having to set up a camp somewhere, even though they had prepared for that.
They spent the rest of the day being shown around the planet. It was very lax; no curfews or boundaries. Everything was fresh and open and the boys were surprised that it seemed like they could come and go as they pleased, so long as they weren't disruptive in returning at night.
The following afternoon, they went back into the jungle to contact Jeyice, like they were supposed to, but all they got was a drunken Burter who told them that Jeyice was not there and he would let him know when they heard from him but in the meantime to hang tight because they were "having a good time" and suggested they do the same.
Within a week, they had still not heard from Jeyice and had pretty much integrated themselves into life on the planet Eris. They loved it, they loved the people and they were certain their mother would love it as well.
"Do you think we should contact Jeyice again?" Tarble asked Trunks as they sat by a pond in the deep jungle after trying to catch giant frogs for an afternoon snack.
"Probably, yea," he shrugged. "Just in case Burter never told him we tried so he doesn't get mad and think we didn't try to get in touch with him at all."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he sighed, though he had a troubled look on his face.
"No, what?" Tarble pressed.
"What if Jeyice comes here and he tells Geralt about what he did to his planet and then tells him we were there?"
Tarble shrugged. "Why would he tell him that?"
"I don't know, you know how he is sometimes," Trunks said. "He can be pretty mean when things don't go his way. Geralt wants to be in charge of helping to get dad out, right? Jeyice always has to be in charge of everything. What if he ruins this and then they won't help?"
"I don't know," Tarble replied, his own features looking crestfallen now. "We have to get a hold of him some time though,"
"Yea, I know," Trunks sighed. "I wish there was a way to contact mom and let her know so she can just come here and then we can all go get dad after."
"That would make more sense," Tarble agreed.
"Let's hang back and wait a little while before calling him," Trunks suggested. "I feel like we are on a holiday and if he gets mad, we'll just blame Burter."
"Ya!" Tarble laughed. "It's way too much fun here!"
-0-0-0-
Jeyice landed on King Cold's base after a two week journey back. He had not heard from the boys yet, which he assumed was good news. Unsure of how much longer they would be, he decided to take a single space pod back to see Bulma and give her the perception filter stones as a gift to add to the jewellery he had sent her; that was why he had been able to make it back in only two weeks. He'd left the main ship in Burter's capable hands while they gallivanted about and he would return hopefully before the boys called.
He stretched as he got out, trying to work out a cramp in his neck.
Stretched and ready, he went to grab the filter stones but they were not there. He began to rifle in between the seat and the walls, panicking that he had lost them somehow. He finally called Burter on his scouter to take a look around the ship and sure enough, he'd left the wrapped box behind.
"Awe, did you go all that way empty handed?" Burter laughed at him as though it were the funniest thing he'd ever heard.
Angry at being ridiculed, he hung up on him without even asking if the boys had made contact and headed to his own living quarters to freshen up a bit before filling King Cold in on his progress and visiting Bulma.
After he showered, he decided to go see Bulma first before Cold. He was anxious to see if she'd gotten his gifts and if she'd liked them.
"Hello, kitten," he said, walking into her bedroom unannounced. It looked like she was trying to fix herself a meal.
Bulma dropped her plate on the floor at the sound of his voice, she'd had no idea he was returning and was completely unprepared. Her stomach made an unpleasant dip at the thought of having to entertain him.
"You're back," she managed to say, trying to sound happily surprised rather than disappointed.
"I am," he nodded. "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you,"
"It's alright," she said. "So where are the boys? Are they alright?"
"They're fine, love, they aren't here, they're still on mission, but they are fine, I promise. I just thought I would take some downtime for myself and come see you." he replied casually, reaching for her but she skirted away from him.
"You could have sent me an update," she said coolly, feeling an unpleasant lump in her throat beginning to build.
"Did you get the gifts I sent you?" he asked, oblivious to her upset.
"I did, but I would have rather you sent me news on how Trunks and Tarble are doing than you wasting your money on stuff like that," she replied, not caring to thank him or fawn over his gift. "Besides, where am I going to wear something like that? I can't wear that here. If you're going to spend the money or try to make a grand gesture, get me something useful!"
"Well, I have something useful that I was going to bring you, but I forgot it," he said dumbly, thrown by her attitude. That was not the reaction he had been expecting.
"Well, that's a lot of help,"
"What's up your ass?" he asked, beginning to get annoyed by her cold reception. "I haven't seen you in a few months and this is how you greet me? Alright, I am sorry I did not keep you informed over the boys, but they are fine. If they weren't, I'd have let you know. What is it you want?"
"I want a scouter," she said bluntly, crossing her arms.
"And what in god's name do you need a scouter for, love?" he asked in amusement, walking up to her and trapping her between the couch and himself.
"I was really worried when you guys were gone longer than you said you would be," she replied, trying to soften her tone. "No one would tell me anything. This way you could let me know that they are alright or that you decided to go on an extra mission. Maybe I could even talk to them for a few minutes if you would allow it?"
"Hmmm," he hummed, considering it. "I still don't see why you need a scouter. If anything were to happen, you would be notified. No news is good news. Besides, Cold wouldn't like it."
Bulma's mind raced for any reason to make him agree. She needed that scouter for so many reasons, not just to ease her peace of mind about the boy's safety.
"I'm sorry, love," he said, reaching for her and pulling her close to him. "I did miss you though," he said as he pawed her ass possessively.
Bulma flinched as he squeezed her ass. She sure hadn't missed him; but she couldn't tell him that.
"Did you give any thought to my proposal a while back?" he asked, sliding his hand down her pants to grope at the bare flesh of her back side. "The offer still stands."
"Hmm, no, I haven't, I've just been so worried about the boys and busy with my work in the lab that I haven't given much of anything else even a moment's thought," she sighed, pretending to be into his fondling. "If you get me a scouter, I may consider it though."
"You, you crafty little bitch," he chuckled in amusement, turning her around so she was facing away from him now. "I keep forgetting to watch myself with you,"
She snorted at him. "You know, if you got me a scouter, it would make our separation that much easier to bear."
"How so?" he asked. By this point he was kissing her neck and was working her pants off.
"Well, we could talk," she suggested.
"Who says I want to talk to you, love?" he breathed huskily against the back of her neck. "I appreciate your intellect by comparison to some of the boorish girls in the harems I have come across, but talking with you is about the last thing I want to do with you."
"Hmmm," what she really wanted was to remind him that it was a small wonder she could never bring herself to care for him. A relationship based on just sex alone, even if it was one hundred percent consensual sex, was doomed to fail if there wasn't anything more for foundation, but she didn't care enough to mention it. It wasn't like she would ever be interested or even capable of cultivating anything meaningful with him on her end anyway. She was just using him in very much the same way he was using her, only he didn't know it. He was going to help her escape this place, if she played her cards right. "I could talk dirty to you," she suggested suddenly. Another argument in her favour popping into her mind in that moment, seeing as that was the only thing on his mind.
"How you mean?" he asked, quitting his ministrations a moment.
"I could tell you a sexy story every night about all the things I'd like you to do to me when you come back to me," she said suggestively, turning her head to look at him. "Vegeta used to love that."
"Well wasn't he a lucky bastard," he commented, considering it a moment with a smirk and she knew then that she'd won. "Alright, I'll get you a scouter."
Bulma smiled brightly at him. "Thank you. You won't regret it."
"And in return you will actually think about moving in with me?" he asked hopefully.
"I will," she replied without hesitation. She would find a way to keep skirting around the subject and avoid it for as long as possible. She knew that he would be leaving soon either to go get the boys or on another mission and would more than likely be gone a while again so she would worry about that later on.
"Yes, you will," he said as he loosened his pants and let them fall to the floor to his ankles before bending her over the arm of her couch, yanked her pants down and entered her from behind. He reached for both of her hands, placing them both behind her back, pinning them there before beginning to move in and out of her.
She would have objected, insisting on making him arouse her a little bit and take things to her bed where it was more comfortable, but this way she knew that he would be done quickly. He always was when he took her carelessly like this and that was always preferable than having him linger and play with her body. This way he would be done and gone within a few short minutes and...
Speak of the devil, he was done! She thought triumphantly as she felt him go rigid and heard him grunt his release as he spent himself inside of her.
"Fuck," he cursed, not pleased that it had happened that quickly. He smacked her bare ass hard after letting her hands go before pulling out of her and shrugging his pants back on. "Sorry, love. It kind of got away from me there that time."
"That's fine," she replied, pulling up her own pants and quickly darting to the bathroom so she wouldn't make a mess.
"Do you want me to make it up to you?" he asked, following her into the bathroom. "I could relieve you in the shower."
"No," she replied curtly. "I'm fine." he never offered or cared if she didn't finish. Truth be told she never had with him; she normally faked it but sometimes she didn't even care enough to make him think that she had. Like today. She just wanted him to leave. "I'm really tired today, Jeyice. Maybe some other time?"
"Alright," he nodded in understanding though he had been hoping if she had accepted his invitation it would have led to a second round for himself. However he still hadn't forgotten her rant months ago about how to make her want him. He apparently needed to be considerate. So that's what he was going to do today. "If that's what you want, love."
Bulma rolled her eyes inwardly at him and stifled a groan of annoyance. There were moments, like this, when she truly believed she could not do this anymore and the thought of hanging herself or splitting her wrists open felt like a reasonable course of action. Except then she would think of Trunks and Tarble and decided she couldn't do that to them. However then Vegeta would finally be put out of his misery for good and follow her to whatever after life existed and it could be the two of them again. How glorious would that be!
"See? I'm being considerate of your needs," he announced proudly when she didn't respond. "You will have your scouter before I leave again, I promise."
"Thank you," she said as he left. "I appreciate it."
As soon as she heard her door close she stood up off the toilet and started her shower up. He thought he was being considerate to my needs? Ha! She crowed inwardly as she waited for the water to warm up a bit. That was beyond laughable.
"He was so considerate and thought only of my needs as he bent me over the side of my couch and fucked me for a minute and a half!" she ranted out loud as she stepped into her shower before she began to laugh maniacally almost. "Oh, thank you, Jeyice! I'm so appreciative of your kindness and consideration!"
She laughed until she began to cry and slid to the tile floor of her shower. When would this get easier? This had been going on for nearly two years now. She would have thought that by now she could do this and it wouldn't affect her anymore. It was just sex.
But it wasn't. The more she did this the more she hated herself and the more she was convinced that if she got Vegeta and the boys out of here that this would destroy whatever was left of hers and Vegeta's relationship. How ironic would that be if they made it out of this cluster fuck only to have their marriage implode over the one thing that made it possible for her to escape?
How could she tell him? More than that, would she even want Vegeta to touch her again ever after this? That may not be an issue, she told herself dejectedly. He probably will never want to touch me again once he finds out I let Jeyice use me as a fuck and chuck to bargain my way through this. The thought sickened her. This wasn't who she was.
Her own parents would even be disgusted with her if they knew.
She was a good girl. Alright, she could be a tad bit flirty once in a while, but she never meant anything by it. Though she had never flirted with Jeyice. Ugh, she shuddered to herself. Even his name made her skin crawl. She had a backup plan now with her edible body cream heavily laced with sedatives, but she hadn't been prepared for him. If she had known he had been returning, she would have incorporated it. She just could not keep letting this happen.
She thought again about Vegeta and how he would feel about all of this. He had been understanding about it the first time. One of the last things he had told her before they put him into deep sedation was for her to not lose herself. Here she was so lost, she almost didn't know who she was anymore.
Vegeta, I'm so sorry! She cried out mentally to him as loud and projecting as much feeling as she could towards that small sliver of awareness that he was alive that still lived inside her. She didn't know if he ever heard her, but it didn't stop her from talking to him every day in hopes that maybe he could still hear her, even if he could not respond. It gave her some sense of comfort even if the conversation was only one sided; if there was even the smallest possibility he could hear her, it was worth a shot in her mind. Please forgive me when this is all over.
I hope you can hear me. I wish there was some way I could know that you do, is there some way you can let me know? I need you, Vegeta! I don't know what to do or how to get out of this.
0-0-0
He was floating still in the white void. It had been weeks or months. Maybe it was years since he'd seen Lord Frieza? He didn't know. It could have even been merely a few hours for all he knew.
He had given up a little while ago on finding a way out of this endless white void of hell. Again, he wasn't sure how long ago he had decided to take a break and meditate. And so here he was.
Floating into the void of nothingness.
He was suddenly hit with something. He shot up from his reclined position, ready to take on whoever would dare disturb him.
There was no one.
Vegeta scowled suspiciously as he looked around and as always there was nothing there.
He knew he had felt something. It was like a spark. He didn't know what it was; if it was a ki blast or what, but he had definitely felt something.
Vegeta stood up cautiously, looking around and making sure that there was no one lurking around and trying to attack him. Was Frieza that stupid to come to him again?
He shrugged. If he did, it would keep him amused for a few minutes as he ripped him limb for limb again; he had nothing better to do and maybe this time he would prolong it just to keep himself busy.
He still didn't see anything and he wasn't sure which direction it was coming from either. Maybe he was hallucinating?
Vegeta continued to walk aimlessly. While nothing was shooting at him now there was a nagging feeling that was gnawing at him and he wasn't sure where it was coming from.
He walked until he began to feel tired and heavy. This is new, he thought to himself as he fought the overwhelming need to sit, close his eyes and rest. He never felt tired since he had arrived here. Sure he stopped for long periods of time to meditate in hopes of figuring a way out of there, but he was never... exhausted like he was feeling right now.
Vegeta caved in his resolve and sat down on the white void, not sure if he actually was sitting since there was nothing but white but he felt better and decided to begin meditating again. Whatever it was that had hit him, either it had been in his head, or he had imagined it, or whoever it was had gotten smart and decided to leave him alone.
He still felt overwhelmingly exhausted however and this was troubling to him. How can I be so tired, he asked himself as he lay down and immediately fell asleep.
It was a strange kind of sleep. The kind that he wasn't sure if he was awake or still dreaming. As his mind seemed to settle he was able to make out the scenery before him. It was a lab of some sort. He didn't quite remember it, but at the same time it seemed vaguely familiar to him for some reason. He looked around the room, investigating his surroundings and felt his stomach drop as he saw an occupied regeneration tank along the wall.
He approached it cautiously as he looked in horror at its occupant. It was him. He looked down at himself and saw that he was wearing nothing but his blue flight suit. His limbs worked, he patted himself down and looked at his arms; his muscle mass was still the same as it always was, yet the occupant who looked like him looked to be about half his size maybe? He looked withered and weak. It disgusted him and he felt nothing but anger.
So was he dead, he thought to himself. So what the fuck is this! He raged angrily to himself, punching his fist against the tank and felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end as he made no physical contact with it. It was like he had punched clean air. What the hell, he thought, scowling at his hands. None of this made any sense! He looked at the status screen on it to find out if he was being barely kept alive or if they were keeping his body for some inexplicable reason?
He couldn't read any of it. It was written in a language he was not familiar with, nor had he ever seen. He glared at the dormant version of himself again, wondering what was going on.
Was he in purgatory?
Suddenly his attention was drawn towards the back of the lab. There was that feeling again only this time it was stronger and he wasn't sure what to make of it, but he followed his gut instinct without hesitation and exited the lab into a hallway with a series of tree doors.
The closer he got, the stronger and more familiar the feeling became as he approached the last one.
He stopped at it and looked at it with uncertainty. Whatever was reaching out to him and drawing him back here, this was where it was. He was hit with an overwhelming sense of anxiety and despair once again and this confirmed that he was in the right direction.
Bulma, he thought as he immediately recognized the energy signature. What the hell is she doing here?
Without taking more time deliberating, he realized again that he couldn't open the door, but could walk through the door so he simply walked in. It was a small living space with a small living area and kitchenette placed closely together. There was a wall behind the kitchen and he could see what looked to be the end of a bed, indicating that it must have been a very small bedroom. A few feet away from the bed was a closed door of what he assumed was a washroom.
He hesitated again, only now just noticing that there was water running in what was presumably a shower, he assumed and he wasn't sure what to do. He was sure it was Bulma now that he was here. Her scent was everywhere mingled with another scent he vaguely recognized but couldn't place, but it was hers that was dominant.
He wanted to go to her and find out if she was alright; he had been wondering for what felt like months and years trying to find a way back to her and here he may have found her! However he did not want to frighten her either if she wasn't expecting him.
As he stood there trying to make up his mind, he heard her call his name softly. It wasn't a sound of awareness that he was present nor was it in lust. It was sad; like she was crying.
Vegeta decided he needed to investigate and walked into the small bathroom where she was curled up in the shower sobbing. The sight of seeing her looking so distraught and broken tore him up inside. What had happened, he wondered in deep concern. Never had he seen her cry like this.
"Bulma," he said, taking another step towards her cautiously. He did not want to frighten her.
She didn't respond, she just kept crying almost hysterically. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Vegeta."
"Sorry for what?" he asked, reaching out to touch her and he clenched his jaw in rage as his hand, as with everything else, passed through her. What kind of fucking joke is this?! He screamed mentally. What was he doing here if he couldn't communicate with or comfort his mate?
Was this some other cruel joke or another level of hell he had somehow wondered into? He remembered a while back in the void desperately wandering around trying to find a way out and back to Bulma and Trunks. Here he had somewhat accomplished that but it was as though he were a ghost passing through. What good was that?
I am dead, he thought to himself in despair. Was that why Bulma was so distraught? It made sense. Maybe she was apologizing because she had tried to save him and he had still died. He couldn't even remember what had happened to him...
How had he gotten here and how had Bulma gotten here and where the hell was Trunks? He wracked his mind trying to remember but nothing came up. He thought he remembered leaving her on Vegeta-sei to fight a war with King Cold. He couldn't remember the outcome but he had obviously lost, being that he was dead and in some sort of next dimension. Had Bulma talked him into bringing her with him? He remembered them fighting about it a lot so it wouldn't surprise him all that much if she had.
As he tried to piece together the pieces of the puzzle, Bulma finally seemed to calm down somewhat, picking herself up off the tile floor and began washing herself.
He noticed that her hand was badly mangled and frowned as he observed her from where he was. From the look of it, it was an old injury; it did not seem to bother her, but it bothered him.
Vegeta walked out of the small washroom, feeling like he was doing something he shouldn't by being there watching her without her knowledge. He walked around the small room, trying to look for clues that may give him any advantage or knowledge of what was going on here and maybe a way for him to communicate to her that he was here.
He walked into the kitchen and noticed a plate on the floor and a meal that was only half-prepared on the counter. Oddly, his stomach did not growl and he realized that he could not remember the last time he had consumed a meal. Another indication to him that he must be dead or in purgatory; but what was keeping him alive then? Was it Bulma? He knew the bond had many different layers and depths to it, but he didn't exactly know how far it went or the depth. What he did know was that he and Bulma had a strong bond and what he had assumed was if one of them was killed, the other would more than likely follow. Was the bond the only reason why he was still somewhat alive, he wondered for lack of a better word? This was not life. On the other hand was that what was wrong with her? She looked so mentally and emotionally weathered away. Was he actually dead and waiting to pass on into the other life but had to wait until she followed and he was doomed to watch her slowly succumb to it; was that what this was?
She emerged a few minutes later, wrapped in a towel. He watched her as she moved to where her bed was and opened a cabinet, taking out clothes to wear. As her back was turned to him, he frowned as he noticed deep scar lines in her shoulder and down her back. Disturbed at the sight of it, he strode across the room to her in an attempt to take a better look, but she pulled over her shirt before he could get a better look.
Instead of going back into the kitchen to eat her meal, as he assumed she would, she turned off the lights and went to bed, curling herself into a ball and began to shake.
He sat on the side of her bed and attempted to touch her, but again, he could not make any physical contact with her. It was as though he were in the same exact space and location at the same time as her, but in a different dimension that separated them by a thread. Was he a ghost, he wondered again.
Not knowing what else to do, he lay next to her and willed every ounce of feeling and comfort possible to her. He could feel her and their connection, it was strong. He could not, however, pick up on her specific thoughts and this troubled him. How could he comfort her if he could not speak to her?
He just continued to lay next to her, focusing on that beacon of awareness of her existence that had been a part of him since the night he'd claimed her and bound himself to her and he cleaved to it; he poured every bit of strength and courage and love and comfort into her that he could, hoping that even if she did not know it came from him that it would help her.
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Bulma sighed in contentment as she began to feel warm and inexplicably better. She wasn't sure what it was, but she could have sworn she could feel Vegeta. However it wasn't uncommon for her to think she felt him near. Especially when she was in deep despair. She decided it was her minds way of coping with all of this. It did feel different this time, like he was actually there.
She sighed again as she rolled over, wanting to cling on to the momentary feeling of comfort she was inexplicably feeling at the moment. Maybe I am beginning to lose my mind, she thought as she fell asleep almost immediately, feeling safe and content.
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As soon as she had fallen asleep, Vegeta found himself transported back into the white void of hell again.
"What the actual fuck?!" he cursed, throwing his fist into thin air as he looked around and realized he was alone again. He tried reaching out to Bulma again but there was nothing there.
"What are you throwing a fit over now?" he heard the familiar, mocking voice of Frieza from behind him.
Vegeta turned and glared at him a moment before walking away in an aimless direction. He had been out of here! He had seen and felt Bulma. He needed to get back to her! She needed him!
"Where are you going?" Frieza persisted, following him.
"Leave me alone, if you know what is good for you," he growled, not turning back to even look at him.
"You cannot escape this place," he said in a know-it-all tone.
"I did," he replied sourly, only wishing he would leave.
"Why are trying so desperately to leave?" he asked him. "Why would you even want to go back? It's so peaceful here with no one to hurt you."
"Because Bulma needs me,"
"Oh, right," Frieza snorted, rolling his eyes. "It's always about the bitch, isn't it?"
Vegeta growled in response and kept going, looking around at everything and nothing for any clue. How had he found his way out last time? He remembered feeling like he had been hit with ki while he'd been meditating. That's right, he thought to himself. He had been in deep meditation, he remembered now. With that in mind, he stopped suddenly and sat down, crossing his legs and closing his eyes trying to see if he could replicate the same outcome.
"Well this is no fun," Frieza whined. "You know she's probably found someone else to fuck and keep her warm at night and forgotten all about you by now, you are only wasting your time and setting yourself up for disappointment,"
Vegeta heard him, but ignored him.
"Why are you wasting your time?"
"I have nothing better to do," he grunted in reply. "Killing you is of no amusement to me."
"It isn't, now?" he said in a shocked tone. "I thought it was the only thing you ever wanted to accomplish?"
"And I did," he replied. "I could disintegrate you again now if you'd like."
"My, my," Frieza scolded him. "Just as testy and ill-mannered as always, I see."
Vegeta opened his eyes a few minutes later and noticed that Frieza was gone. Good, he thought to himself as he resumed concentrating to find anything that would allow him to reconnect with Bulma again.
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Bulma awoke the next morning to the sound of Jeyice calling her name.
"You're still asleep?" he asked, leaning against the wall across from her bed.
Bulma didn't reply, annoyance already buzzing through her at his mere presence. "Why are you here so early?"
"I need to head back," he replied. "I had been hoping to stay a bit longer with you, but Cold wants me to be as close to where the boys are as possible so they are not left longer than need be. Less chance of a mistake happening."
"Right," she agreed.
"As promised, here is a scouter for you," he said, handing her a small box. "It is not brand new, but one of the top of the line models from a few years back because Cold would wonder if I'd gotten you a new one, but it is a fully functional scouter nonetheless."
"I can contact the boys with this?" she asked, taking it out of the box and examining it.
"No," he replied. "The boys are on mission so you will still have to wait to contact them. When they get back, I will give you their information so that you can in the future. You can, however contact me. All of my information is in there."
Bulma tried to swallow her wave of disappointment. All she wanted was to talk to Trunks and Tarble and hear their voices and know that they were alright. "When they are finished and you pick them up, can you call me and let me talk to them then?"
"I can do that," he agreed.
"Thank you," she said, smiling as warmly as she could manage. This was a start. With the gps on the scouter, she could use it to configure the time machine; added bonus if it was a few years old. That would mean that hopefully Vegeta-sei's location was still stored on it and that was the main purpose of her needing a scouter, other than being able to keep in touch with the boys. This would potentially help her out immensely and make her time travel mission possible and not just wishful thinking!
Since she had no knowledge of where the planets were located, she needed exact coordinates so that she could input something and use it as a destination point of interest and an anchor. Then all she would need to do, hopefully, was keep her current location saved and make an easy jump back. Of course, there was the risk she would end up stranded in a void or in another universe altogether and the thought of that still scared her. What if she never made it back and Trunks thought she'd up and abandoned him?
She supposed she could always just give Dende a letter to forward to the boys should the worst case scenario happen and she didn't return. Quite frankly, anywhere was better than here.
Jeyice finished giving her a quick rundown on how to charge it and how to search for things, not that she needed him to, but she allowed it; and then he left without fuss or expectation of payment, much to both her relief and surprise. Apparently he needed to leave Cold's base within the hour, much to her relief.
As soon as he left, she began tinkering with her new toy, her hopes renewed.
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Trunks and Tarble laid in the grass, watching the clouds drift by with two other kids their age they had befriended in the four weeks they had spent on planet Eris. They had attempted to contact Jeyice a third time four days ago and still had yet to hear back from him, so they had been taking it easy, doing childish things like getting dirty and exploring; a far cry from the strict soldiers life they were used to.
"What do you guys want to do now?" Marco asked them.
"I don't know," Trunks shrugged, "What do you guys wanna do?"
"We could go mountain climbing," suggested the other boy, Phineas.
"Nah, too close to dinner time," Marco said, shaking his head.
"I'm happy to just stay here," Tarble shrugged. They'd never had a chance to just kick back and be kids. The thought of doing nothing at all was still new to them.
"Yea," Trunks agreed. "You guys can go if you want to, but I think we'll just stay here."
"I'm going to go then," Phineas sighed. "I'll see you guys tomorrow?"
"Definitely!" Trunks nodded. "We'll go climbing tomorrow."
"Okay," the other boy agreed as Marco got up to leave with him.
The two boys left, leaving Trunks and Tarble to enjoy the solitude of the afternoon on their own.
"Have you checked the scouter today?" Tarble asked.
"No," Trunks sighed. "We probably should, hey?"
"Ya," Tarble nodded as Trunks sat up and took the capsule out of his pocket that contained their scouter.
They were both quiet as Trunks turned it on and waited for it to load. "Ya, he called this morning," Trunks said with a frown, setting it to call him back.
"What took you both so bloody long!" Jeyice snapped at without a greeting. "I have been trying to call you both for five fucking hours!"
"Well we called you three times! Once like four weeks ago and you weren't there and we told Burter and then we tried again like a week later and again a few days ago and couldn't get through to anyone, but you also told us to keep our scouters out of sight, so…" Trunks argued defensively, not at all put off by Jeyice's angry tone.
"So you should have checked in!"
"We did, four days ago, but it's been really fun here," Tarble admitted. "We didn't think there was any real hurry and time just kind of passes by here without you even realizing it."
"I don't care! You're on a very important mission, not a bloody vacation!" he snapped. "Your parent's wellbeing is on the line! I would have thought that was something important to you!"
"It is," Trunks sighed. "So can you bring them here now?"
"Did you make contact with your father's allies?"
"Yes," Trunks replied. "There's a few of them here, but because you destroyed that planet we were at, there's not much help here."
"So their main base was that aquatic dump we obliterated?" Jeyice asked in confusion.
"I think so?" Trunks answered, looking at Tarble. "We didn't really ask."
"Interesting…" Jeyice replied a moment later after a long pause.
"So does that mean we can't help our parents?" Trunks asked.
"I'm not sure yet," Jeyice replied. "I'll be in touch within the next day or two, but you'll need to find out more on what they can do to help, alright?"
"Alright," Trunks replied and Jeyice disconnected the communication.
"Do you think Jeyice is going to find more help?" Tarble asked after they were silent a few minutes.
"I hope so," Trunks said, putting the scouter away.
"Should we tell Geralt?"
"I don't know," Trunks replied. "It's probably best to wait until Jeyice comes to get us and then tell him. Just in case he wants to talk to Jeyice and then Jeyice bosses him around and then he decides not to help,"
"You're probably right," Tarble agreed, laying back on the grass. "I'm glad we're helping mom and dad though,"
"Me too," Trunks said, laying back down again. "Maybe we can stay here. I really like it here and I think mom would too."
They stayed like that until they knew it was getting close to dinner time. Darby liked it when they pulled vegetables for their meal from the garden and so they usually returned early enough to do that for her. Yes, if they could settle here permanently after everything, they would both be happy and so they felt they were doing the right thing for themselves and their parents.
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