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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans	By : cueball2 Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 5023 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans (Chapter 4)

Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of
the Saiyans

Chapter 4: The Present: Severance

    "Woman get back
here!" Vegeta bellowed.
"Get your fatigued ass in here and eat!" Bulma shouted. Vegeta
complied, only because he was fatigued and he was rather hungry, as he hasn't eaten since
dinner. He entered the kitchen with a scowl on his face.
Once he saw the large amount of food on the table, he smirked
momentarily. Sitting down at the table, Bulma handed a large
plate
of eggs, sausage, ham, bacon, steak, and fruit. Vegeta would deny
it, but he did have a slight sweet tooth. His stomach reinforced
his appetite by growling it's impatience.

POV: Narrator

    Vegeta began to eat
his meal, while Bulma watched
him in silence with a smirk on her face. After he had eaten all
of the food on his plate, he walked lazily down the hall to the
bathroom. He did his business, and turned on the shower.
While the water was warming, he shed his stinking training suit and
tossed it in the hamper. Looking in the mirror, he noticed the
bruises from his training; as well as the fatigue, from getting so
little sleep.

    The main reason why
he has been sleeping so
little, is because kakarott is there... in his dreams. That
clueless yet, magnetic smile, draws him. At the same time he
knows there is something else... the cluelessness is not present in the
eyes. The eyes showing such a depth of intelligence, hidden, yet
revealed in just a look. Social ineptitude aside, he isn't as
foolish as he appears.

    After the water
reached the desired temperature,
Vegeta opens the shower door and steps in. After cleaning himself
he dries himself using his aura, not bothering to use a towel.
Pushing the previous thoughts aside, he walks sleepily over to his bed
and climbs in nude, too tired to put anything on, and falls asleep.

    Goku finished his
breakfast. Chichi cleared
the table, put the dishes in the sink and sat back down at the
table. If it wasn't for that strange look in her eyes, Goku would
have dashed out of there as fast as he could, so he wouldn't have to
listen to her bitching about shopping and money and jobs, and how
stupid he is.

    "Goku, this morning
I realized something simple, yet profound." She stated with a
serious look now on her face. "I don't know how to say it any
other way, so I will speak bluntly. Goku you are free..." He
looked at her with confusion on his face. "...We have both died
and have been brought back to life by Shenron. When we died, our
marriage ended. Yes we aren't married anymore The contract
states '...Until death do you part...' and that is why you are free. I
will move out tomorrow morning." Goku sat there with his mouth
hanging open and his eyes wide, dumbstruck, trying to assimilate all
that she had told him. When he finally recovered enough to speak,
he said: "Why?" "Goku, we both know that you will far outlive
me. You have needs that I cannot fulfill. I am not as young
as I used to be. Besides my father is ill and I want to take care
of him in his last days. And I have become aware that you love
someone else."

    "But I love you
Chichi." Goku said. "I know
you do, but you love Vegeta more." Goku fell out of his chair at
his ex-wife's words. If he wasn't in enough shock before, he was
now. "You are drawn to him. He is the only other Saiyan
left. You speak his name in your sleep. You even cry in
your sleep, saying how you wish he knew how you felt. Go. I
want you to be happy."

POV: Chichi

    I sit there
at the table observing his reaction to my revelation. His face
paled, awash with emotion: Sadness. Denial, Relief, Frustration as he
finally realized what it was he felt for Vegeta, and why had it taken
him this long to figure it out. I watch him try to compose
himself, tears in his eyes longing to burst forth. He looks at me
and I give him a reassuring smile, tears also in my eyes. My eyes
follow him as he get back on his feet, walking out the door,
flying into the sky.

    The dishes are
waiting for me in the kitchen
sink. I get up, push my chair in, and walk to the task waiting
for me. The sink bowl now filled with soapy water, I begin
scrubbing the sticky syrup off the plates. Standing there I begin
to sob, the tears I have been holding back, now flowing freely down my
cheeks as I am hit full force by the finality of what I had just
done. That was the last time I cook his favorite breakfast as a
couple.

    The house is now
spotless. I plop myself
down on the couch to rest. Then I start screeching at myself
about what I could have done differently in my life. After a few
hours of things like "What the hell was I thinking!" and
"That fucking dolt." Pacing the whole house I get angrier and
angrier at myself. I finally collapse into my bed and cry myself to
sleep after having several bipolar lapses.

POV: Goku

    Freedom. A
priceless privilege. Yet when it is bought and sold, the price is
very great. I sit on a rocky ledge overlooking the ocean, rolling
these musings, and what Chichi told me a few hours ago. How did
she know? I didn't even know myself. The pain. It hits
me. It hurts. I've been crying for hours. I can't
even make a sound, as my throat and my eyes are dry.

    I am being watched
from a short distance. By who, I don't care. I didn't even
feel them approach, their power being suppressed. My observer
just
sits in a branch of a tree that is nearby, in silence. I don't
bother to look up, for I now know who it is: Vegeta. Oddly, he
doesn't spout any snide remarks, nor does he preach about how 'True
Saiyans don't cry' just silence. In a way this is
comforting. Words cannot express how I feel right now. The
closest thing I can think of is 'between a rock and a hard place.'

    I turn around and
look in his direction. He
floats out of the tree and lands in front of me. I look at his
face. It appears rather blank, with a hint of, concern? I
do not bother with any pretenses and stare him in the eyes. This
seems to surprise him, since I don't usually have such a serious
countenance, unless I am fighting. Walking toward him, keeping
my gaze fixed. I stop just three fee in front of him.
"Thank you." I say before I fly home, somewhat embarrassed that he saw
me crying my heart out.

POV: Narrator

    Bulma presses the
button to summon the robotic maids to have them clean up the kitchen
after she ate lunch. Vegeta's 'lunch' was packed in the fridge
for when he woke up. After a few hours Trunks enters the house
and makes a beeline for the fridge. After doing that, he heads to
the living room and sits next to his mother on the sofa to watch
TV. Bulma turns down the TV and turns toward her son.
"Trunks I have noticed you have been distant with Goten. He has
not been here in a month. Before he used to practically live
here. Do you want to tell me what is wrong?"

POV: Trunks

    I look at my mother
and cross my arms.
"Fine. I suppose if I don't tell you, you'll just pester me till I do
so here is the story." I say in an annoyed tone. "Last
month Goku and Chichi were out of the house while Goten had to do some
chores before we could spar. After waiting an hour for him to
show up at our sparring grounds, I decide to go over to his house to
see if he was finished. When I arrived his laundry was not
hanging out to dry. I could sense he was home but he didn't come
out to greet me, of course I had my aura suppressed so I could
surprise him. But I was in for a surprise. I let myself
inside and walked down the hall to his room.... He was naked lying on
his bed jerking off to a picture of me! And was moaning 'Oh
Trunks I love you!' I was stunned. But I recovered enough to go
back to the sparring grounds as fast as I could so as not to be caught
by him. Do you know how it feels to have your best friend doing
that and thinking of you?"

POV: Narrator

    Trunks and Bulma's
faces were now crimson.
"No I don't Trunks, but you have to tell him how you feel about
it." Bulma said. "And you did sneak in on him. So why
should you let that drive a wedge between you and him? Also is it
possible you feel the same way and are just hiding?" Bulma said
with a smirk. Trunks turned an even darker crimson, but
that changed to white as a sheet, when Vegeta walked into the room.
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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Ancient History: The Forgotten Past ofthe Saiyans

Chapter 4: The Present: Severance

Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of
the Saiyans