By: Sassy Bulma-san
Chapter Thirteen
*The Next Day*
Bra awoke later, her body clinging in covers that surrounded her. Her head resting softly against her pillows. A sigh was let loose from her lips. "He's told Tousama."
"Brat shut up with your ongoing rambling. I've known since the first day you looked at her when she was younger. The way you played with her, and protected her. I've seen your feelings grow and knew right then and there she was yours. I hoped she would run from you and go to another, but she didn't. She chose you before she could even say your name."
"If you've known before I knew or she knew, then how can you hate me?" Goten raged at the man before him. They were outside, he knew a fight would break. He knew Vegeta all too well.
Vegeta just stood there, finally he made his move. He tore his fist across Goten's face and watched him hit the floor as he hovered over him, "She is my only Musume, and one day you will know why. "
"You still haven't answered my question!" Goten barked at him, flipping himself up again. Vegeta stepped back on the ground and stared into the brat who took his Musume for his mate. "I just did, now leave me before Bra will have no mate and hate me."
Goten just stood there, Vegeta words hit him hard. Not to mention the hit. He knew just then that this was Vegeta's way of giving her to him. Some would say hand in marriage, but that would prove nothing to how they felt. Him and Bra would need no marriage, only each other.
"Arigatou Vegeta." Goten said and turned to walk away.
Vegeta stood there and watched him, he watched a man walk away with victory. A victory unspoken. He never knew that that childish brat would grow into something more. Smarter than his Tousama, and when the time would be right he would be stronger then him as well. That is what let him have her, only a true warrior with a heart could have her.
"Vegeta, he loves her and that's all she needs." a soft voice said. Tiny pale hands wrapped from behind him, hands resting on his chest and a chin on his shoulder.
"Woman...keep your nose out of my thoughts." Vegeta barked. He knew she was there the whole time, he could feel her reading his thoughts or at least trying. He never knew and still doesn't know how this weak creature they called Bulma had captured him and broke his shield of defense against all feelings.
"Vegeta, do you think we will have grandkids? I miss having kids around." Bulma said as he turned to face her now. "Well, I think I can fix that." he said, pressing his lips on her ear. His voice so raspy and lips so soft.
Bulma pulled back, "No, I miss having kids around. Not having them come out of me. Plus I'm too old, I can barely keep up with your raging hormones."
Vegeta just looked at her, her youth somewhat gone. Her skin was still flawless as the day he meet her. Her eyes holding life, though she seemed more tired sometimes than others. He knew she would grow old one day, but he never really thought about it. About him being alone.
He just held her tighter now, enjoying the moment as he pondered. "I will keep you with me, I will find a way to let you live with me. You will never know what it is to be old or feel pain of being old. I promise. My Bulma-chan."
Pan growled as her eyes open, her head hurt as she tried to rise from the bed. She pressed her body up but felt a weight like no other pressing her back down. She sunk back into the bed. She could only whither as fear struck her on what was to come.
"Trunks where are you?" she sighed, a tear trembling down her sharp soft cheekbone.
A figure stepped before her, "Still calling for the one who doesn't love you?" it's voice said.
She turned her head to look at the person. "Juunana-gou, you will pay for this. " she hissed through her teeth.
"Oh Pan, I hope so. I would so love a good fight. I've been asleep for too long, it's time the killer comes back. I can still feel the pleasure of seeing pure pain and agony being placed on my victims face. Such power rushes through me knowing that I've taken another." he said coming on her. His body climbing over hers as one hand brushed her face.
"Don't touch me, you have no right." Pan said showing her fangs as her eyes sharpened with hatred.
"No, it's too late for that. You are mine for the taking." he hissed into her ear.
Pan gasped at what he said. Was he bluffing? No, he was too serious. "But why Juunana-gou, why are you doing this to me? What happened to the Juunana-gou I knew?" Pan said softly cried.
"Because I'm bored, and it's been to long since I've had a woman. You should feel special, I'm about to become ruler of the world."
Trunks stood alone on an empty battle field from where Pan had left him, her scent was still there as well as her fear could still be smelled through it all. So much of her he needed and was just taken. His thoughts and emotions tangled in a web of hurt.
His thoughts racing back and forth on what was to come or what he should do, so many things had changed since that day, yesterday. And yet he still stands in the same spot, not wanting to move or go. Hoping she'll come back, hoping she will love him again.
His silence was broken as something rumbled through the air, he stance tighten as his eyes searched for some thing to match what he heard. He could feel it all around, it was coming but he couldn't see anything. Than as if he blinked his eyes and it had been there all along, it was a small crater.
Dazed and confused he stood there not taking in what had just happened. This pearl white ship with a single purple tint window was laying there, no smoke or anything. A computer voice could be heard as the window opened to reveal its passenger.
Trunks drifted in the air seeing what was being held in there, a little girl curled into a ball with a tail wrapping it's self around her waist from harm of being touched. Her hair a raven shade of blackness that hung with silky straightens that angled from a little widow's peak.
Carefully, he placed the child in his arms and cradled her in the crock of
his elbow, his feet pushing him off as he headed for some answers.