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dragon ball z or dragon ball gt, nor do I make any money from this fic. Please
don’t sue me, I’m just a poor Australian and our dollar really sucks right now
so please don’t sue!
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Eighteen
stood on what was left of Capsule Corp. and frowned at the blasts coming form
the city. Vegeta and Seventeen fighting over that silly woman…and why? Vegeta
didn’t love her and Seventeen couldn’t possibly love her - Seventeen didn’t
love anybody except himself.
She
tossed her short blonde hair and smiled grimly, it was obviously nothing but a
fight to satisfy their egos, soon enough Seventeen would grow tired of the
woman and would kill her himself, either that or Vegeta would kill Seventeen.
But that was unlikely, it had been pure chance that they had destroyed her and
besides there had been two of them, now there was only Vegeta. Eighteen laughed
evilly, Gohan could not have survived what she had done to him, he may have
been a super saiyan but even a super saiyan has their limits.
She
sat down on the roof and contemplated the stars above; soon things would go
back to the way they were.
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“Lemme
go!” Trunks continued to struggle, kicking and biting in his effort to get
free, “I want to go back with daddy!”
“Don’t
you love me Trunks? Don’t you love your mommy?” Bulma twisted Trunks around to
look at her and for a moment he quietened.
“I
do love you mommy but daddy needs me and besides you’re with the bad guys now!”
Trunks kicked her in the chest and pulled free. He made a dash for the door but
skidded to a halt as a dark shadow stood in the doorway and barred his way.
“Where
you going kid?” Seventeen stepped into the room, his shirt torn almost
completely off.
“I…I…”
Trunks backed back until he hit Bulma’s legs, then he buried his face into
them, seeking comfort where he could.
“Seventeen!
Stop scaring my little boy!” Bulma frowned at him and picked up Trunks, “Honey,
why do you want to go back to daddy? Why?”
Trunks
looked up into her blue eyes and began to cry again, “Because you’re not my
mommy any more.”
Bulma
closed her eyes and swayed unsteadily, it was true…she wasn’t the same person
she had been, but she was still human enough to love her child wasn’t she? She
looked down at her child and Bulma’s heart nearly broke as he sobbed in her
arms.
“Oh
Trunks…of course I’m your mom! I’m just a little a different that’s all…I still
love you.” She pulled Trunks in for a hug and although at first he hung there
like a rag doll eventually he hugged her back. ll the time Seventeen stood
there watching them with a look of bemusement on his face, not understanding
why both of them seemed so upset over something as silly as wether or not Bulma
was still Bulma when she quite obviously hadn’t changed at all when it came to
her emotions and feelings.
“How
cute.” Eighteen strolled through the door, her shirt still sticky with Gohan’s
blood, “A little family bonding exercise I see.” She rolled her eyes and walked
past them, ignoring Bulma and glaring at Trunks.
When
she was gone Bulma looked up at Seventeen with concern, “I don’t trust her
Seventeen…she’s different. I think being killed must have scrambled her neural
processor or something.”
“You’re
just saying that because she doesn’t like you, don’t worry about it, Eighteen
will come round, you’ll see.” Seventeen flicked his hair to one side and gave
Bulma a devilish look, “Now put the kid to bed so we can get back to ours…”
Seventeen sidled up to Bulma and nipped her neck as he pranced down the hallway
laughing softly.
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Vegeta
dragged himself inside Chichi’s cottage and collapsed on the couch, trying to
ignore Kakarot’s mate as she buzzed around him like a fly, trying to help both
her own brat and himself. Eventually Vegeta had to snarl at her to ‘keep
away or he’d rip out her tongue’ to get her to leave him alone.
He’d
finally seen Bulma again.
It
wasn’t fair; there really was some God up there who loved watching him suffer.
Vegeta gritted his teeth. He’d lost everything! There wasn’t a thing left to
hold him to this snivelling planet except for his pride.
“Stupid
woman.” Vegeta clenched a fist as he remembered her cold expression when she
had turned and looked at him. The woman probably didn’t even know that her eyes
had turned as cold and lifeless as the other machines…
Trunks!
Would they do the same to him? Would they make him into a monster and turn him
against all he had ever believed in? Was Bulma that cruel? No, she still loved
Trunks that much was clear, she wouldn’t allow them to harm him at all…even if
that black haired demon tried to convince Bulma it was a good idea she wouldn’t
listen. The woman had enough sense to protect her child.
Vegeta
winced as the deep slice in his side opened slightly when he stood up; he needed
to take a shower and then rest. Much as he hated to believe it, he was lucky to
be alive after fighting that android and he was in no condition to go off and
begin hunting them down. He needed rest. For a second Vegeta paused by the
window and wondered if Kakarot could see all that was going on, and more
importantly he wondered what Kakarot would do.
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Chichi
sat by Gohan and held her breath as his eyelids fluttered and slowly opened. He
stared up at the roof and groggily turned his head to look at his mother.
“Did
Bulma get Trunks?”
Chichi
nodded her heart tearing in pain she saw the sadness flood Gohan’s eyes.
“Didn’t
Vegeta get here in time?” Gohan’s voice cracked and a tear slid slowly down his
cheek as he thought about that poor little boy and what the android might do to
him. He’d failed to protect Trunks!
“Vegeta
got here in time, unfortunately so did the android. Oh Gohan! I can’t believe
that Bulma joined up with them!” Chichi bit her lip.
“What
happened to Vegeta? Is he still alive?” Gohan sat up and looked at his mother,
real worry now lighting his face.
“Vegeta’s
alive, but he’s badly hurt. He and the metal demon fought each other until
neither of them had nay power left. Vegeta wasn’t too happy so I left him
alone. Don’t worry honey, he’s fine.”
“Good,
because without Vegeta I don’t know what I’d do.”
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