Moments
In A Life

His
two best friends in the whole world had suddenly irreversibly shattered his
belief in innate goodness. In loyalty
and trust and marriage. Not even his
break-up (should you call it that, hell he was dead for like nine freaking
years and his wife never cheated on him, but politely asked when he came back
if they were still married) with Chichi had hit him like this. Everything shattered and rained down to the
ground in a fine spattering of what used to be the truth.

The
week started the out normal, he watched Vegeta. Watched him as he did nothing. Glowered. Trained now and
again, but mostly he just stood.
Contemplated, ignored his son and the world and dwelled in the dark part
of his own mind because he couldn’t just go out and purge a planet to get rid
of the feeling in his gut. Goku watched
him, and tried to stay there, tried to pay attention, but it just got boring.

Terribly
boring.

So
he left, but only for a little while, a few hours a day until he found that he
was having sparring sessions with Gohan every Tuesday (thus far he’d only had
the one, obviously, since it had only been a week.) Goten came to see him all the time and dragged him out to this
great thing called a buffet where you paid them a little and they let you eat
until you weren’t hungry anymore. (Big
mistake for them. Lucky break for
him.) Of course, Goten kept giving him
rather odd looks and asking him odd questions about what he had done when he
was a teenager. (Save the universe,
son, the same thing I do now that I’m an adult! Goten hadn’t been amused, and pointed out that his father had
only saved the universe once, and that he hadn’t done it alone, Vegeta had
helped. It turns out Goten was talking
about Buu.) His favorite color (which
for some reason, Goten kept insisting ought to be purple, and he didn’t like
purple.) If he had ever heard of a show
called Tele-somebodies and some ling-po or sing-lala. Or Tinky Winky… The
questions got a bit more bizarre after that and he was staring to think that
the ‘scratch the back of your head and chuckle until EVERYONE is staring and
thinking you’re a freak’ tactic wasn’t working.

So,
he’d had gotten up (from the buffet) and grabbed his son by the back of the
neck, carted him out of the buffet while he stammered and said things like
‘geez, dad! I’m not a baby!’ and ‘I can
walk you know!’ and ‘I can fly
too!’ But he didn’t really care, he
carried Goten until they were outside and dropped him on his butt in the middle
of a park where little old ladies were making snide comments about the young
ladies attire and children were playing with the dogs.

“What
are you asking me all these qu…” Then
he stopped, because t was was something that smelled like Bulma nearby. That just reaked of her. He looked around, searching the park for
whatever this thing was, because it didn’t make sense. Her parents had long since left the city, Bulma
herself was dead and Trunks was… Well,
Trunks didn’t smell like his mother nearly as much as he did like his
father.

“Dad…It’s
just that…”

He
ignored Goten as he attempted to say whatever.
Heard a baby cry and turned toward the sound as an instinct. (yeah, remember that passionate speech he
made to Freiza about all the innocents crying out and him being the answer to
it? He felt that since he lived through
Freiza (which was a shock in itself) that he would uphold what he said. Thus the instinctive need to respond to
crying.) And there was the prettiest
little baby girl with bright blue eyes and bright blue hair, with the face of
her mother. Sobbing on some man’s shoulder,
and father (he assumed) was patting her on the back, rocking her against him
but she wailed.

That’s
when the pit of his stomach dropped out and everything blurred out by that
little girl’s face and the sound of the man’s voice as he said “Bra…stop
crying.”

Bra.

Chichi
said Bulma was crying about Bra. Taking
care of Bra, and wouldn’t you know it…Bra turned out to be a baby with her
mother’s big blue eyes. Just like
Trunks’ eyes.

~~~***

It
took longer than Vegeta thought it would.
Longer for them to come back to him, first the tall one and then the
little bald midget that had grown hair a long time ago and would always be bald
to him. He hated Kakarot. Hated him with every little fiber in his
body until he felt like he could wring the moron’s neck for being so fucking
stupid all the time and demanding the answers to questions that were none of
his fucking business. Kakarot came to
him for one thing and Vegeta was more than happy to give it to him. That was it. This stupid question and answer thing that the bastard thought he
could pull off was wrong.

It
was longer than a week. A week he could
feel those dark eyes tracing him with every step he took, realized that the
bastard had the knowledge that nobody but him and a dead woman had. He hated it. Hated the way it made him feel sick and yet not nearly as sick as shoushould considering what he had said to her.
But he hated her now too, hated her because hate was safe and love was
the thing they told you they felt before they shoved the knife in your back
with a grin, a kiss on the lips and a ‘I fucked someone else, does that bother
you?’

No. It hadn’t happened like that.

“Alright
Vegeta,” Kakarot said when he came back, stinking like it. Stinking like he had reached that limit
where the wants of the flesh were almost more than the willpower of the mind. Sure, Kakarot was a fool, but he was a male
fool and there were things that his body needed, things that had been awakened
and were now hungry. He looked at
Vegeta like he would devour him, and they both knew that right now Kakarot had
the strength to do it, but Vegeta had something over the tall one. He knew what Kakarot felt like from the
inside out.

“What
do you want?” he asked, didn’t look away from where he stood at the window and
felt the way all of Kakarot’s weight shifted the influence from his shoulders
to his hips.yes">

Goku: Can’t say
what?

Vegeta: Just
wait for the next chapter.

Webtester01:

*sigh
* Sadly, Trunks is not in denial, he is
just straight. Poor dear. *pats him *
and Lol. I loved that Goku doesn’t
like Chichi’s new husband. ‘Snorefest’ *continues to be a dork and laugh at her own
joke *

Jaygoose:

A
murder mystery?