"I never realized how much he meant to me until he was gone. I didn't notice that how every time we argued, we grew closer. I never thought that he was my soul mate, my hero, my passion...I never realized until now, but now its too late. I wasn't there when he was fighting for his pride , his heritage, himself. That was years ago, but now...he wasn't fighting for himself alone, no matter how heartless he may have seemed, he was fighting for me and our son. For us, as a family. No, he didn't like having a family, especially with me, it was dishonorable. But why he stayed and kept on was a lot more than merely because we had a nice house or money. It was something deep and impossible to break. It was love, though he would deny it to anyone else. He loved us, but...I wasn't there for him, like he was for me. He knew that he wouldn't survive if he went, but he had to go. His "friends" had gone into the war, he couldn't stop. He had too much pride, and something else I don't understand. The love to risk his life and even lose it, as long as there is a battle involved, he had that worse than he had pride. I wasn't there when they blasted the hole in his humanlike heart with a beam of hatred and pure anger if you resembled a human, or ...him... I can tell you exactly what happened though. I was driving home in a hurry to catch the news when I saw him on the side of the road. I stopped immediately to pick him up, the fear in my heart was evident. He looked up at me with a faint smile, it seemed he had reached some type of peace. He looked awful, his legs were broken and his arms resembled broken twigs. Why was he so happy? It seemed that he would die, then I saw the hole in his chest, he was waiting to die. I had to ask him if he was okay though, it was...important.
"Are you okay...?" He laughed a sickening laugh that forced blood out of his mouth.
"I...have been much better to say the least...I could use some help..." What was his problem? Why was he so calm? He was about to die! I picked him up almost expecting him to push me away and complain that he could walk. He didn't though, he couldn't move. I rushed home blinded forcing myself to see through the blinding tears. I prayed every second that he would make it home, and he did. I carried him into the hospital room and placed him on the bed so I could clean him up.Then I ran and got our young son who was cooing and giggling in a year-old type of manner. His father smiled and I carefully handed him his son.The child seemed to sense the impending doom that was about to come on his father and tears welled up in his eyes. He hiccupped and somehow was forcing himself to be strong. His father smiled.
"Be strong kid...and don't let anything happen to your mother. Okay?" The young boy had tears streaming down his face, he was so smart.Then he said his first word that brought tears to his arrogant cold-hearted father's eyes.
"Dadda..." He couldn't hold back the tears anymore and he began to sob. There was a great love between the father and son. Then I took the baby away and set him back in his nursery, we needed to be alone and I couldn't traumatize them anymore. The truth was, I wanted to cry as much as our son did. I was about to lose the greatest mistake I had ever made. Then he sat up, I don't know how, but he did.
"Bulma...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have gone...but...well, I've made so many mistakes you'd think I'd learn that...you should be more careful. You are the prime example...no offense...if I would have ignored you, then Trunks wouldn't have been born...but...I couldn't, there was something about you I couldn't ignore. it was the peace you brought to me...I never thought I'd say this, but I fell in love, and with a human...my father would love that...and now, its too late. It seems to be the nature of humans and saiyans, to wait for the last minute, but...teach our son to go for it, the moment it comes to him...if only we could turn back time...I think Kakarot could help...be good...I...love...you-" In an instant everything I had ever wanted to hear from the saiyan prince came out, and I didn't want to hear it. He was gone, just like that. Trunks' cries could be heard across the room, and the last full-blooded saiyan who tried so hard to keep his race alive, was dead. The evil menace to the universe died professing his love for me. If only we could turn back time...That was when I decided to build the machine, Chi-Chi, that was when I knew my son who was sobbing at the loss of his father could save the saiyan race, and the world would be safe."
"Wow, I'm impressed Bulma! We could bring them all back and save the world! Then the people in the past won't have to suffer our destiny! But...we do...and...well, we will just have to survive together. Lets do it!"
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I woke up with a start only to hear a soft chuckling beside me. It was all an agonizing dream, and an amusement to the jerk sitting on the bed next to me.
"What is so funny Vegeta?"
"...Well, it flatters me that you dream about me woman."
"BULMA! How do you know I was dreaming about you?"
"You kept calling out my name and yelling, but then you started hitting me, so I woke you up. Must have been a bad dream if a woman like yourself gets all emotional."
"MY NAME IS BULMA! And, just so you know, you died in that dream and I was going to get you back. You were acting all sweet, but then again, it was only a dream. Not a miracle."
"That was harsh, woman. I can be friendly, but not to the likes of you."
"Then get out of my bed. And explain Trunks?"
"......uhm....."
"That is exactly what I thought you'd say. Well, the truth is, man, that you like me and are too self-centered to know it."
".....I know my feelings a lot better than you, but maybe you are just too in love with me to notice that I don't need you."
" Then explain Trunks."
".....well......I uh...well...oh shutup."
"HA! The woman proves triumphant again! The prince has fallen!"
"grrrr..."
"Oh come off it Vege-butt, I still love you, and you still love me. You just are too much of a coward to admit it. But...if you admit it now, I'll go easy on you."
"In your dreams woman." I looked down remembering the nightmare I had just had. Then I looked at him and felt sorry for him, but I don't know why.
"Yeah...'
" But just for spite, woman, I will admit I'm taken with you. You have some kind of peace that makes me feel at home. But, saying that, I think us being together is a mistake. I just wonder if somehow...we could...I don't know. But I think this mistake was a good one. Well.....if that is possible. I don't know, exactly, but I feel that something bad is going to happen to us. I don't want to bring anymore trouble then everything else I have done, but...I just wanted you to know what I was feeling, and it is because we are a family, if nothing else. Now about explaining Trunks, it takes a mommy and a-"
"Shutup Vegeta. I know how Trunks was born, trust me.Maybe you should carry our next kid and I'll fly off into space and let you have the kid. But, saying that, I believe that you just said the sweetest mean thing you've ever said, and I'm touched in a way. You know, you know how to bring out emotions in people. What time is it?"
"12:13, why?"
" I need to sleep, but then again...Oh, and my name, is Bulma"
" Yes, woman."
