Title: Forgive

Author: Pale Orchid

Rating: PG-13

Summary: After Buu, can Bulma forgive Vegeta?

Category: Bulma/Vegeta Angst-Romance, hopefully. We'll see.

Spoilers: Anything after Veggie went ka-boom!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DragonBall Z characters or anything even remotely DBZ related. I'm just a poor Aussie girl with too much time on her hands.

Archiving : Anyone would actually want this???

Authors Note: So, I was contemplating just doing a little epilogue thing to end this off when many people started reviewing about it not being the end. I figure, what the hell, I couldn't have left it at just an epilogue anyway. This story practically screamed for more.

But not much more. Only enough to fill this last chapter. Therefore, we have Chapter Seven! Thankyou to everyone who has reviewd this story as your encouragement was a great help. That being said -

Forgive.

Chapter Seven: Are You Saying That

I Am Not Forgiven?

Trunks woke to the sun streaming into his bedroom through the curtains. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and looked at the clock on the wall. Six o'clock! Way to early. But he was awake now, so he crawled slowly out of his bed. He padded over to the door and went to open it. As his hand touched the doorknob the memories of last night came flooding back to him.

His mom had woken him up, so that he could try and find his father for her. A wave of joy rushed over him as he remembered that she had wanted to find his father. But that was quickly squashed when he remembered that he hadn't been able to locate his father's ki.

Trunks decided that he had better check on her to see if she was okay. She had seemed so disappointed that Vegeta wouldn't let himself be found.

Walking down the hall he placed his hand on the door to what had been his parents bedroom. Pushing it open slowly, as not to disturb her at such an early hour, his gaze found her, still sleeping. In his father's arms. Trunks blinked a few times to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. His dad was back!

About to rush into the room, he stopped and bit his bottom lip. Man, this had to suck. He really wanted to greet his dad, but he also wanted to make sure he was back for good. Maybe if he left them alone for a while? To sort stuff out. Grown up stuff. Yeah, that would work.

Quickly but quietly he shut the door and flew back to his room. What was the use of trying to wake them yet, if he thundered up the hall walking??? Pushing some clothes into a bag, the some on himself, Trunks grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. Now what to write.

Mom and Dad,

Gone to Goten's for a couple of days, so don't worry.

Trunks.

P.S. Glad that you're back Dad.

Placing the paper on the bed, Trunks got a book of his shelf to hold it down with. He put the book over one corner of the paper. Then he wrestled with the curtain, trying to get the window open. Finally his temper got the better of him and he accidentally ripped them off the hangers.

"Oops. I'm guessing at least a week's restrictions." He nodded at the ripped material on the floor.

Then he flew out the window and off in the direction of the Son residence.

ChiChi was busy in the kitchen at six-thirty in the morning, preparing breakfast for her family. Which was nothing new since she'd been up cooking since five! She stirred a pot here, seasoned a little there, and added some water to another. Turning around she gasped before she started yelling.

"Trunks Briefs! What are you doing at my table at this hour of the morning! And with your hand on that pancake!"

Trunks swallowed nervously. Oops again.

"Hi ChiChi um, please don't get the frying pan out?"

ChiChi wiped her hands on an apron and took a plate from the newly washed stack. Muttering to herself about nothing in particular she piled it high with food and sat the plate in front of Trunks. Then she passed him the maple syrup. Still muttering she sat herself down and looked at him.

"Well, if you're going to eat you might as well do it civilised." She rolled her eyes. "Civilised for a Saiyan anyway."

Trunks smiled and proceeded to attack the plate in front of him. She might scream like a banshee, but boy was her food good.

ChiChi studied the boy sitting at her table. Sometimes he would act like his mother, and other times his father. Then he would act like a total mixture of the two. Right now, she didn't know what to expect. Answers would come after he was finished she guessed.

In no time at all, the plate was clean of all food and even syrup.

"Thanks ChiChi. That was delicious."

"Thank you. Now Trunks, do you want to tell me why you're over here so early?"

Trunks looked down at his plate before answering.

"I wanted to ask you if I could stay here for a few days."

ChiChi's eyebrows rose ever so slightly.

"Are you still not speaking to your mother?"

Trunks winced.

"She told you about that?"

"Yes, she was quite upset about it."

"I didn't mean to be such a pain, but I was just mad I guess. But no, Mom and I spoke last night."

ChiChi got up from the table and took Trunks' plate to the sink. She turned on the water and started to wash it.

"That's good. So why are you here? If you two are speaking again that is."

Trunks got off the chair and walked over to the sink. Grabbing a cloth he started to dry some of the things already washed. Once a week he would do this with his grandmother. It was kind of funny.

"Well, I wanted to give Mom and Dad some time alone. He came back last night, I think, and well, I wanted to let them talk."

ChiChi smiled as she continued washing.

"That was very thoughtful of you Trunks." She nodded at the towel and dish in his hand. "Why don't you put that down and go wake Goten for me. Then the two of you can wake Gohan for school."

Trunks grinned and shot out of the kitchen, ChiChi barely catching the dish and towel.

"Oh boy."

Sure enough less than three minutes later there was a crash and a cry as the two terrors landed on Gohan.

Bulma awoke to the sound of her mate's heartbeat. She smiled into his chest at it's sound.

"What are you smiling about?"

Looking up at his face, she realised that he must have been watching her for a while now.

"Nothing much. Just heard something I liked, that's all." She grinned at him as she said it.

Vegeta smirked at her.

"I have something I'd like to hear."

Her breath caught in her throat, wondering.

"And what's that?"

Moving down he captured her lips in a passionate kiss before pulling away so quickly that Bulma was slightly dazed. His lips moved across her cheek to her ear. He nibbled on her earlobe before replying.

"The sound of you screaming my name."

Her eyes widened for a second before she grinned suggestively.

"I think that can be arranged."

WARNING! WARNING! DANGER WILL ROBINSON! DANGER!

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Once again Bulma and Vegeta lay in their bed, just enjoying being in each other's company. Bulma peeked up at Vegeta.

"Vegeta?"

"Yes Onna?"

"You asked me, before, if I could just forgive?"

"Yes. I recall you saying you didn't know."

"Well, maybe now I do."

Vegeta glanced down at the woman lying in his arms. As much as this felt good, and he had missed just being with her, he felt the desire to push his already stretched luck.

"Are you going to tell me your answer?"

"Hmmm, no. I don't think I will."

"So, are you saying that I am not forgiven?" Vegeta started to nibble on Bulma's jaw line, moving away from her mouth towards her earlobe.

Bulma shuddered. His attention was making it hard to concentrate on forming an answer. She grabbed his head and pulled it back to face her.

"Lets' just say you're on probation."

The End.

Well that's it folks. It's all done and gone.

Ad: I got a request from Blue-Flame12, to give her fic a shout. Well, I've read it and I think it's pretty good. But she's decided to not update again until she's got the plot figured out. The first three chapters are still there. It's a first fic and reviewing never hurts anyone.

Tribulations From The Past – Blue-Flame12.