Abysmal
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
6,463
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 5
Abysmal--Part 5
“Mama!”
I hear the faint sound of a child’s voice call, ripping me away from one of my rare times of passivity, and the most crucial decision that I will ever have to make at the same time. I turn my emotionally broken form toward my son.
“Mama? Why are you out here? I’ve been looking for you,” His eye brows turn into a concerned frown.
“I’m sorry honey,” I rub down one of his locks, “What are you doing up so early?”
“I woke up,” he simply stated as we head toward the house, “I wasn’t tired anymore,”
“Oh ok!,” I laugh as my son skips ahead of me.
/I love my children with all my heart and…I love….my husband…./
Those last words continued to float inside my mind like a buoy marking the deep end of a pool. I am almost frozen within my tracks.
“Are you ok?” he yells back at me,
“Yes Goten…mommy’s ok,”
~~~~~~~~~
“Oh hi Trunks! How are you? I haven’t seen you in a while,” I look down to see nothing but grinning teeth and a disarrayed mess of lavender hair that has somehow managed to make its way to the door of my house and ring the bell. “I’m fine,”
“Looks like you’ve been sparring too huh? With your dad?”
“Yeah for a little while, then it was boring. Is Goten here?”
“Wow ok. Yeah he’s in the back,” I reply while moving to the side to let him through, “How’s your mom?”
“She’s fine, she’s outside,” He says pointing backward. I look up to see Bulma waving her arm and sticking her head out of the window of her aircraft. I wave back.
“Hi!” I yell as I watch her land.
“How have you been ChiChi? We don’t hear from you anymore,” Her head resumes its position outside of her window once she lands.
“I’m making it,” I laugh, “Just been so busy with Goten and all you know?”
“What? Come here! Come here! I cant hear a thing!”
I chuckle as I make my way toward her. “It must be great to live out here,” She starts as I open the passenger door to her vehicle, “With the ocean, the peaceful woods--its beautiful,” She smiles.
I am almost instantly self conscious as Bulma watches me enter the ship, her eyes burning into the scraggly old dress that I am often seen in. I stare at my knees as I situate myself into the cold leather seat.
“Yeah,” I chuckle to get her and my mind off the old homely hag that I’ve allowed myself to become, “Sometimes it can be a little maddening how quiet it can be out here,”
I look at her. She was the last person that I’d ever want to see me this way. She’s happy, beautiful, and paid in full. Although I don’t think I’ve ever been covetous of her, I never would’ve thought I’d actually be ashamed to be seen by her in this state.
“ChiChi?”
“Yes?”
“What has happened to you?”
“What? What do you mean?” I should’ve expected that this would arise, I look out of the window.
“What’s wrong?”
I look back at her. My eyes seem to all by themselves, trace the unerring contours of her face as I await her answer. She looks great, especially for her age.
“Getting old Bulma,” I reply with a slight smile, “We cant all live the lavish life,”
“Don’t run that on me,” She says kind of sternly. I stare at her, “I don’t like to admit it but you know I’m older than you. There’s something you’re not saying. I know there‘s more to it than what you‘re dishing out,”
I am silent as her last words repeat themselves through my head, “How are you and Vegeta doing?” I ask unsure how to start or even if I want to continue this conversation. She narrows her eyes, “He has his moments when he shows another side of him. Another side that I wish I could see more of. Other than that he’s the same way you know of him to be, but I can safely say that I do love him,”
She pauses for a brief moment, “So what about your marriage? I’m assuming you’re not too happy with Goku right now,”
“What makes you assume that?”
“Its written all over you honey,”
I toy around with my fingers for a minute, not being able to believe that its become this obvious. “I don’t know,”
“What is it that you don’t know? You can tell me anything,”
“I’m lonely Bulma….” I pause trying to get through with out crying, “I’ve missed him for so long and have allowed for it to hurt me so bad for so long….that I cant stand what we’ve become and what I’ve let my life become,”
“Have you talked to him?,”
“….No. There isn’t anything to say and it wouldn’t do any good if there were,” My voice is shaky as I try fruitlessly hard to hold my tears back.
“Look at me Bulma…” I breath as my emotions run forcefully and I break, “Look at what I have become…I don’t know what else to do anymore,”
“This is terrible…” She says in a very low tone while rubbing my back, “It’ll get better,”
/No it wont./
“It’ll get much better,” She repeats herself, “Why don’t you come back with me. Just to get away from this house and forget about your troubles for awhile. It’ll do you some good,”
“I don’t know, what about the kids?”
“Well is Gohan here?”
“Yes,”
“Well don’t you think they’ll be fine here with him for a few hours?”
“…Well yes,”
“Stop worrying so much…things will be just fine,”
“Mama!”
I hear the faint sound of a child’s voice call, ripping me away from one of my rare times of passivity, and the most crucial decision that I will ever have to make at the same time. I turn my emotionally broken form toward my son.
“Mama? Why are you out here? I’ve been looking for you,” His eye brows turn into a concerned frown.
“I’m sorry honey,” I rub down one of his locks, “What are you doing up so early?”
“I woke up,” he simply stated as we head toward the house, “I wasn’t tired anymore,”
“Oh ok!,” I laugh as my son skips ahead of me.
/I love my children with all my heart and…I love….my husband…./
Those last words continued to float inside my mind like a buoy marking the deep end of a pool. I am almost frozen within my tracks.
“Are you ok?” he yells back at me,
“Yes Goten…mommy’s ok,”
~~~~~~~~~
“Oh hi Trunks! How are you? I haven’t seen you in a while,” I look down to see nothing but grinning teeth and a disarrayed mess of lavender hair that has somehow managed to make its way to the door of my house and ring the bell. “I’m fine,”
“Looks like you’ve been sparring too huh? With your dad?”
“Yeah for a little while, then it was boring. Is Goten here?”
“Wow ok. Yeah he’s in the back,” I reply while moving to the side to let him through, “How’s your mom?”
“She’s fine, she’s outside,” He says pointing backward. I look up to see Bulma waving her arm and sticking her head out of the window of her aircraft. I wave back.
“Hi!” I yell as I watch her land.
“How have you been ChiChi? We don’t hear from you anymore,” Her head resumes its position outside of her window once she lands.
“I’m making it,” I laugh, “Just been so busy with Goten and all you know?”
“What? Come here! Come here! I cant hear a thing!”
I chuckle as I make my way toward her. “It must be great to live out here,” She starts as I open the passenger door to her vehicle, “With the ocean, the peaceful woods--its beautiful,” She smiles.
I am almost instantly self conscious as Bulma watches me enter the ship, her eyes burning into the scraggly old dress that I am often seen in. I stare at my knees as I situate myself into the cold leather seat.
“Yeah,” I chuckle to get her and my mind off the old homely hag that I’ve allowed myself to become, “Sometimes it can be a little maddening how quiet it can be out here,”
I look at her. She was the last person that I’d ever want to see me this way. She’s happy, beautiful, and paid in full. Although I don’t think I’ve ever been covetous of her, I never would’ve thought I’d actually be ashamed to be seen by her in this state.
“ChiChi?”
“Yes?”
“What has happened to you?”
“What? What do you mean?” I should’ve expected that this would arise, I look out of the window.
“What’s wrong?”
I look back at her. My eyes seem to all by themselves, trace the unerring contours of her face as I await her answer. She looks great, especially for her age.
“Getting old Bulma,” I reply with a slight smile, “We cant all live the lavish life,”
“Don’t run that on me,” She says kind of sternly. I stare at her, “I don’t like to admit it but you know I’m older than you. There’s something you’re not saying. I know there‘s more to it than what you‘re dishing out,”
I am silent as her last words repeat themselves through my head, “How are you and Vegeta doing?” I ask unsure how to start or even if I want to continue this conversation. She narrows her eyes, “He has his moments when he shows another side of him. Another side that I wish I could see more of. Other than that he’s the same way you know of him to be, but I can safely say that I do love him,”
She pauses for a brief moment, “So what about your marriage? I’m assuming you’re not too happy with Goku right now,”
“What makes you assume that?”
“Its written all over you honey,”
I toy around with my fingers for a minute, not being able to believe that its become this obvious. “I don’t know,”
“What is it that you don’t know? You can tell me anything,”
“I’m lonely Bulma….” I pause trying to get through with out crying, “I’ve missed him for so long and have allowed for it to hurt me so bad for so long….that I cant stand what we’ve become and what I’ve let my life become,”
“Have you talked to him?,”
“….No. There isn’t anything to say and it wouldn’t do any good if there were,” My voice is shaky as I try fruitlessly hard to hold my tears back.
“Look at me Bulma…” I breath as my emotions run forcefully and I break, “Look at what I have become…I don’t know what else to do anymore,”
“This is terrible…” She says in a very low tone while rubbing my back, “It’ll get better,”
/No it wont./
“It’ll get much better,” She repeats herself, “Why don’t you come back with me. Just to get away from this house and forget about your troubles for awhile. It’ll do you some good,”
“I don’t know, what about the kids?”
“Well is Gohan here?”
“Yes,”
“Well don’t you think they’ll be fine here with him for a few hours?”
“…Well yes,”
“Stop worrying so much…things will be just fine,”