Stranded

Stranded

Chapter 7- Dear Bulma

Notes: Okay, this chapter is sad. Like... really sad. I'm sure you can figure out what's going on
from the name of the chapter, but you'll all see. Sorry to B/V fans...


She found the letter that morning, sitting so neatly folded on the kitchen table. The blue haired woman picked it up, her eyes blinking curiously as she opened it. The words on the page quickly became watery blurs as tears filled her eyes. She put her hand to her mouth to keep from crying out, the letter falling from her shaking fingers to the table once more. She dashed back into her room, wanting it to only be a nightmare. This couldn't really be happening. It couldn't!

Bulma looked through their whole house at Capsule Corp, not finding a trace of her husband anywhere. She frantically ran through it again, calling his name loudly, her voice becoming hoarse soon from her desperate screams. Grudgingly, she made her way back to the kitchen and picked up the letter again, slumping into a chair and reading it one time more.

@-/--
Dearest Bulma,

I know that this letter will be one of the last things you expected from me. However, things aren't like they used to be. And don't take this the wrong way, there's nothing about you or my son that caused me to leave. It simply.. wasn't right. I do love you dearly, no matter howtle tle that seems to matter right now, I still care for you more than I could ever truly express to you. I don't know if we'll meet again, as I know you wouldn't approve of the one who has stolen my heart as surely as you did all those years ago. Know this: that I am in good hands and unharmed. Things may change, but I know that you and Trunks can get along without me.


With soft words and a warrior's pledge,

Vegeta
@-/--

She set the letter back down once more, staring at it disbelievingly. This wasn't a joke. Vegeta wasn't the type to kid about something like this. Trunks, having heard his mother's cries, came into the kitchen as well. The boy was almost seven years old, a little older than Goku and ChiChi's son, Goten. "Mom, what's going on?"he asked, his voice already so deep and manly for a young child.

Bulma watched her son guardedly for a moment, not knowing what to do. Should she tell him, or should she come up with some excuse for Vegeta's absence? "Why are you crying?"

She simply handed the boy the letter. After a few minutes, Trunks' face contorted in a mix of anger and sadness. He crumpled the letter within his tiny fist and twin rivulets of tears ran down his tanned and youthful visage. "He can't do this, Mom! He just can't! Why would Dad just leave like this?! Why?!" he demanded of her angrily.

Bulma shook her head sadly, opening her mouth to say something-anything- that would make it all better for Trunks. She closed her mouth and looked away. There was nothing that could be said that would simply wash away the pain. "I don't know, Trunks. I really don't know..."

Trunks, seeing that his mother's grief was much deeper than his own, wrapped his leanly muscled arms around her, soothingly running his fingers through her azure locks, telling her in soft tones that they'd get through this.


After note: Ta da! That's the end of that fic! There's a sequel "Half Brothers" at ff.net under this same penname. It's not racey enough to grace this site, as of yet.