Last time:
She walked in and once again there was a mess. She shut the door and tips toes through the living room to the stairs. When she enters her room Bikini snaps awake. "Go back to sleep," Bulma whispered.
She grabbed Mimi and a pen.
'This one hell of a night. I know Trunks left because of my lovely father. We really need to get out of this hellhole. At least my friends and I kind of had fun. Okay almost getting raped is not fun, I feel real bad for Chi; she got the worst if you ask me. Good thing Vegeta and Goku were there. Now that I think about I'm glad they're around, but I wouldn't tell them that they would get cocky, especially Vegeta. We shouldn't have dragged Krillin either poor guy was high. Well I got to go. Bulma M. Johnson.'
She closed Mimi and sighed.
"Bulma?"
Bulma looked at her door. She wasn't supposed to be here. She went to her window and crawled through Vegeta's thank Kami it was open. She leaned against his wall hearing her mother walk in then walk out. She sighed.
Vegeta looked at her from his bed. "Smooth."
She glared at him. "I forgot I was suppose to stay here okay?" She walked up to him. "Move over."
He looked at her. "I don't think so," he snapped.
She sat on his bed. "Well I'm not going to sleep on the floor, you can if you wish, but I for one want to sleep on a bed that is at least decent." She pushed him over. "Come on move."
He growled. "Go sleep in my sister's room," he hissed.
She growled and slid in. "No plus it's not like we're going to do anything, I just need a place to sleep and last time I checked you had a lock on your door so no one could come in, there you go, so I can."
He rolled over on his other side. "I hate you."
"Hate you too," Bulma said facing away from him. "I would go to Chi-Chi's, but her mom said no, so did Eighteen's, and same goes for Goku's, you were the last place, buddy."
Vegeta mumbled. "Whatever."
NowA year and a half later (March 23rd) (Bulma, Chi-Chi, Krillin are 13 almost 14, Goku, (and the people born on his birthday) Eighteen, (and her twin) Piccolo are 14, and Vegeta is 15) Trunks' car (Friday)
Bulma looked out the window. "Thanks for letting us stay at your trailer Trunks."
"Yeah thanks," said Bikini.
"No problem I wouldn't want you want you five to go through this tonight, he's extra crazy. You'll have to stay at Ms. Allen's for a bit and have dinner there because I have something to do real fast," Trunks stated. (Trunks is 19.)
Joe grumbled. "I still don't know why we have to go there."
"She cooks and well let's just say we're not in the mood for your burnt dinners," Bulma teased looking back at her older brother. "Besides her cooking rocks!"
Boxer looked at them. "When do you get back Trunks?" he asked.
"An hour or so," Trunks answered. He looked back at his little brother. "Don't worry bro, I'll be fine." He smiled.
Bra bit on her fingernails. "You be okay? Don't forget to come back," she muttered looking at Trunks.
"Will do," Trunks stated.
Bikini moved in her seat. "Joe you need to move over, I'm getting smashed."
"Well blame Boxer he's in the middle," Joe hissed.
"Well sorry," Boxer said crossing his arms over his small chest.
Bulma giggled and watched as Trunks pulled into his driveway to his trailer. "Not bad Trunks considering the job you have," she teased opening her door.
They all got out. "I want you guys to go straight to Ms. Allen's, okay?" Trunks questioned.
"Yeah, yeah," Joe mumbled grabbing Boxer's hand and picking up Bra. "It's good as done. Come on Bulma, Bikini."
Trunks smirked and got back into his car. "I won't be gone long."
They walked up to a trailer's door. Joe looked at his little sibling. "You guys and stay here, I'm going to Trunks'," Joe stated. He let go of Boxer and out Bra on the ground.
Bulma mumbled and knocked on the door as her brother walked away. The door opened and an elderly woman stood there smiling. "Come in children come in!"
The four of them walked in. Bulma looked around. It smelt like cats, dust, and mold. She smiled. "Can I use your bathroom?" she asked.
"Go ahead," Ms. Allen said cheerfully.
Bulma made her way to the bathroom and locked the door. She dug into her pockets and pulled out her cell phone. She sat down on the edge of the bathtub and dialed a number. She waited a few seconds. "Hey Krillin, this is Bulma, can I talk to Chi-Chi? Thanks." She switched her position. "Hey, yeah I'm fine, no we're at Trunks. Why? Well long story. I know you're grounded and all, but this will be real quick. We can so have the party at Trunks' place it would fit. Yeah okay bye." She stood up and hung up.
When she walked out she noticed her siblings were already eating. She smiled and walked in sitting down on the couch. 'Great her TV is in black and white, how fun?' She looked at Boxer who was kicking his legs back and forth on the edge of the sofa. He looked at her and smiled.
Bulma kissed his forehead then turned her attention to Bra and Bikini who were helping the lady bake cookies. She looked back at Boxer. "Hey bud, why aren't you helping?" she asked.
He looked at her. "I was waiting for you, BJ," he stated.
Bulma smiled, that was his cute little nickname he gave to her. 'BJ how cute?' she thought. "Well I'm here." She ruffled his blonde hair. 'Even though it doesn't really fit.'
She stood up and grabbed his hand. "Let's go bubs," she bubbled. They walked into the kitchen to start baking those cookies.
Two hours laterTrunks was late, very late since he said he would only be gone an hour. Bulma looked at her two sleeping siblings. Bra was lying her head down in Bulma's lap and Boxer had his head resting on Bulma's shoulder. Bulma turned her head to Bikini who was almost falling asleep. Bulma sighed. 'Where are you Trunks?'
Ms. Allen was looking out the window. "No worries, he always gets home around this time every night," she squealed.
'Yeah, but he said he would be back in an hour and it's not like Trunks to lie to us,' Bulma thought.
Bikini's head shot up and looked out the window. "He's here," she yawned.
There was a knock on the door and Ms. Allen opened it. Trunks came walking in smiling. "Hey ready to go?"
Bulma picked up Boxer and looked at Bikini. Trunks walked in and picked up the sleeping Bra.
Bikini stood up. "Bout time don't you think?" She yawned again.
Trunks waved to Ms. Allen and the three of them walked out. Bikini dragged in front of them.
"Where's Joe?" Trunks asked.
"Right here," Joe stated walking out of Trunks' trailer. He picked up Bikini cause it was obvious that she was about to fall asleep. Joe walked back in.
Bulma stopped. "What took you so long anyway?" she asked looking at him with worried eyes.
Trunks smiled. "Easy sis, the boss made me stay longer, I'm back now, chill." Joe came back and took Bra from Trunks.
"Don't mind me," Joe said walking back in.
Bulma looked at him with a serious expression. "Are you sure?" she asked tilting her head to the side.
Trunks nodded and walked up to her. "Don't worry about me." He gave her a hug. "You need to relax you act as if someone is after me."
"Stop kidding," Bulma said punching him in the arm. She tightened her grip on Boxer. "Well if you say so."
Headlights covered the trailer and Trunks and Bulma turned around. A car pulled to the curb. Trunks looked at Bulma. "Go inside."
"What?" Bulma asked.
"Go inside!" Trunks ordered. "Move it!"
Bulma nodded and walked up the few stairs.
"And what ever you do, do not come back out for any reason!" Trunks said looking back at her. "And lock the door."
Bulma went inside and quickly locking the door. She ran to the couch and sat Boxer down. She ran to the window in the kitchen and watched her big brother.
"What's going on?" Joe asked coming back and looking over her shoulder.
Bulma stared. "I don't know, but it looks bad."
"Shit," Joe cursed. "It probably has something to do with his job. I'm going to sleep, you coming?"
Bulma looked at him. "In a bit, why don't you go by Bra and Bikini." Joe nodded and headed to a room in the back. Bulma looked back out the window. 'I have a bad feeling.'
She opened a drawer looking for something. 'I know you have it somewhere Trunks, where did you put it?' She pulled things out in a hurry. 'Why am I scared, nothing is going on.'
Bang!Bulma looked up from the drawer eyes wide. "I just daydreamed it," she said to herself. "Nothing happened." She looked out the window. Her eyes widened. The guy from the car did have a gun and Trunks was leaning over his car.
Bulma pulled drawer after drawer. "Damn it where is it!" She pulled another and another. She saw the bedroom door open. She looked back at the drawer dumping everything on the floor.
She saw it! She picked up the pistol and looked out the window.
Bang!'No!' She screamed in her mind. She ran the door, unlocked it, and swung the door opened. She paused again hearing her heart beat bang in her ears. Her chest was on fire as she watched the shooter fire two more times, but she heard no sound, everything was blocked out and in slow motion. She watched Trunks fall off of his car and onto the ground. Bulma screamed. She glared at the gunman. "TRUNKS!" She lifted up the pistol and fires shooting the gunman's head; he fell on the ground blood oozing out of his skull. Bulma shot again shooting his chest, she shot again and again. She started crying. 'Trunks.' Her heart was still racing and her ears burned. She stepped out of the trailer and the car sped back. She looked at it. 'There's another?' She lifted her pistol and aimed shooting the window of the car hoping to get the driver, but the driver kept on going. She fired again, but no luck. She dropped her pistol and ran to Trunks' side.
She moved Trunks body to face her. Her eyes widened and tears burned down the side of her face. 'No, no' She shook her head and put her ear on his chest. 'There's still a heartbeat.' She smiled and looked at the face of her brother. His chest had four wounds. She looked at them, blood oozing out of each one staining his shirt. "We can fix that," she stated ripping her shirt and tying it around his body covering one wound.
"See, no problem Trunks, everything is okay," she whispered. The door to the trailer opened.
"OH FUCK!" Joe covered his mouth and ran back in. "I'LL CALL THE COPS!"
Bulma looked back at Trunks. "See help is on the way." She smiled. "Come say something."
Trunks eyes narrowed to her. Blood ran down the side of his mouth. He coughed. "B..ulma, do..n't cry."
She looked at him. "You're right cause everything is going to be okay."
Trunks hand moved to hers slowly. "Do….m..e a…fav..or, will…ya?" he asked.
Bulma nodded. "Sure, but I don't know why I have to since you'll be here." Tears formed in her eyes. He was in pain and she could easily tell what he was going to say, but she refused to believe it.
"Watch…over…'em," Trunks said a tear falling from his eyes. "I haven't….been…the…the…be..st big bro..ther, huh?"
"No you're great!" Bulma said grabbing his hand and pulling it to her face. "Trunks don't say stuff like that! Joe called the cops, they're coming!"
Trunks' head tilted to the side looking at the dead gunman. "Why'd…you…?"
"Trunks…shhh….I did it for you," Bulma cried. Tears rolled down her face like a never-ending river. Her tears kept flowing. "Come on, I'll help you stand."
Joe ran up by her side. "Shit," he cursed. "Trunks you lunk-head. Way to go." Joe looked at the dirt. "Bulma…he's not going to make it."
Trunks smirked. "Don't say…" His eyes widened in pain. Bulma tried pulling him up, but he kept falling down.
She glared at Joe. "Don't say something like that! He's going to make it! He's gonna!" she hissed.
Joe looked at his fallen brother. "Do you know who did this? Blink once for yes, two for no, don't say anything."
Trunks looked at his brother and blinked then he blinked one eye. "I think…it…was…"
"Rest Trunks," Bulma ordered. She looked at Joe. "Say some names to get him to answer!"
Joe nodded. "Uh your boss?"
Trunks blinked twice.
"Um…anyone we know?" Bulma asked.
Trunks blinked.
Bulma growled. "This isn't going to work," she mumbled.
Trunks' face was paler than usual and he was getting weaker.
"Joe…where are the cops?" Bulma asked looking at the dirt.
"They'll be here soon," Joe stated. He looked down at Trunks. "We should move him off the road."
Bulma nodded and grabbed Trunks shoulders.
"Are you sure you can help?" Joe asked. Bulma nodded. Joe grabbed Trunks' legs and the two of them lifted him off the ground.
Trunks groaned. "Easy."
They sat him down on the grass, not far from where he once was.
Trunks closed his eyes.
"Trunks wake up! Don't do that!" Bulma ordered.
Trunks' eyes snapped opened.
"What's going on…what happened to Trunks?" Bikini asked standing in the doorway. She came running up to her brothers and sister.
Trunks coughed.
Bulma grabbed his hand again. "What does it look like Bikini? He was shot by some jackasses, but I got one."
Bikini's eyes widened. "I…"
"Stop…being mean…Bulma…" Trunks stuttered.
Bulma looked at him. "Trunks…I.."
"I want….you guys to….be…nicer…to each other," Trunks stated. His voice was weak and he was shaking. "Can…you do that?"
Bikini nodded. Tears fell from her face. "Don't go Trunks!"
Trunks smiled weakly. "Hey, it's just…" He coughed again.
They heard the door open once again. Bulma turned her head to see a sleepy Boxer and a wide awake Bra. The two of them walked over and Bra started to cry.
"My scary dream!" Bra cried. She ran up to Trunks, tripping onto the ground beside him.
Boxer stood and blinked. "What?" His eyes widened.
Trunks chuckled. "This is it," he stated. "The….end of the line." He was whispering and could barely be heard.
Bulma shook her head. "No, no, no! Trunks stop it you're scaring me!"
Bikini covered her mouth and looked away. "I can't watch!"
"WHERE ARE THEY JOE!" Bulma snapped.
Joe looked at her. "I don't know," he whispered his answer.
Bra kept crying which was getting the attention of the neighbors.
"You know…I love guys…right?" Trunks questioned. His once white shirt was stained with blood. Bulma couldn't stand looking at him. His life was being sucked out clean. The blood was running out of the wounds.
Bulma sniffed. "Yes we do," she stated.
Bikini grabbed his other hand. "Yeah we do."
Boxer dropped on the ground and crawled over lifting Trunks' head from the dirt. "Stop it big brother, stop it, stand up, I don't like you like this."
Joe looked away. "I'll watch them Trunks and I'll still get them out of there for you," Joe whispered.
Trunks nodded. "Thanks Joe."
Bulma couldn't believe the way they were talking. They were acting like Trunks was going to die, he wasn't, and she wasn't going to allow that to happen. He's been her big brother since the day she was born and he was always looking after her, helping her with her problems, saving her from bullies, taking her trick-or-treating, camping with her, reading her stories, saving her life. He was with her during their beating from Chuck. He was her brother, her family, she looked up to him, and no way was he going to leave her. "You're going to be okay Trunks, you're going to be okay." She started to cry.
Bra kept crying. She was balling with all her might and screaming her heart out.
Trunks started shaking, coughing up blood all over his shirt.
The sirens could be heard.
Bulma smiled. "Trunks they're coming! You are going to be okay!" she said smiling. "Huh…Trunks." Her smile turned into a frown once her brother's head tilted to the side and his eyes went white.
Tears stormed down Joe's face and he stood up and punched Trunks' mailbox.
Bulma shook her head. "NO! TRUNKS! TRUNKS WAKE UP! WAKE UP TRUNKS!" she screamed shaking his limp body. "Wake up! Wake up!" She put her ear to his chest and her eyes widened.
Bikini covered her face with her hands and started to whimper.
Bulma grabbed hold of her brother's body, hugging him, not going to let go. "Trunks," she cried. "Come back, please, come back. I'll grow up, don't leave me Trunks. Don't leave me!"
Joe growled and kicked the dirt. "Damn it all!"
Bra shook her head and cried harder. "TRUNKS! WWAA!"
Boxer sat down and looked at his dead brother's face. "Trunks? Trunks?" He started to cry. "Big brother! Wake up!"
Bulma sniffed and stood up. She glared at the dead gunman and ran over to his body. She looked at his face and fell back. "It's…it's…that guy!"
Joe looked at her. "Who?"
"The guy from the market, he works behind the counter!" Bulma stated. She stood up and ran back to Trunks' body. "Trunks! Come on! You can't do this! The cops are here they're going to take you to the hospital!"
Joe looked at her. "Bulma…he's…"
"Don't you dare say it!" Bulma snapped. She stood up and started running. "I'll kill them! I will kill whoever did this!" She started running. "I saw the damn car!"
Joe ran after her and picked her up. "Stop it Bulma!"
She started kicking. "Let go I'll kill them! Let me go!" She screamed.
Joe dragged her back to their siblings. "Stop it, you're scaring Bra!"
"I'll kill the bastards! I'll make them pay for what they did to Trunks! They'll rot!" she hissed. Joe dropped her. She fell on her knees and started crying in the dirt. "Trunks," she whimpered.
The sirens were really close. They pulled into the trailer park.
'How can they be too late?' Bulma questioned in her thoughts. She crawled over to Trunks and laid her head down on him. "Why would they do this to you? How can you leave me? We were almost out of this hellhole, how can you die?"
Bikini stood up and ran to Joe. "Joe is he really gone? Tell me this is a bad dream and he's coming back and that I'll wake up with a bunch of hugs and kisses," she begged.
Bulma was in complete shock. She only knew one thing that would help her little siblings come down. "Hush little baby don't say a word…" she started. She couldn't help, but let the tears fall from her eyes.
The cops pulled up and jumped out of their car.
Bulma stared at her dead brother, her heart breaking in two. He was gone, he big brother, her protector, her ideal, the one thing that promised to watch over them, was gone forever. "Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird and if that mocking bird don't sing mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring…."
Three days later (Monday)As Bulma and her family, including Chuck, stood in front of the coffin where their brother/son lay all they could think about was how he had brightened everyone's smile everyday. They all wore black and stood staring, beside them were their neighbors and friends also mourning for the lost teenager. As the lines for him were read tears fell from mourners. The winter breeze wasn't as chilling since spring was on its way.
Bulma stared at the closed coffin. Her eyes were red, bags sagging underneath of them, and were broken. The one thing that was keeping her sanity was her family, but she lost one member, the one she loved the most. It was rude to consider that she favored Trunks over the rest, but he did anything for her and he was gone. Her eyes widened as they lowered the coffin into the depths of the earth. She stood watching them covering up the hole. She looked away at the stone that they had bought for him; it was made for him.
It read:
R.I.P Trunks Teddy Briefs
January 8 1981- March 23 2000
To the best big brother and loving son, may God be with you where you are going, you will be missed, but every day we will pray for you. We love you.
Bulma looked away. She couldn't bare it. She looked at her friends who were looking at her. Chi-Chi, Goku, Krillin, Piccolo, Seventeen, even Eighteen and Vegeta were looking at her. Turles, Raditz, Broly, Goku's other sisters and cousins, Vegeta's brothers and sisters, and Chi-Chi and Krillin's foster siblings were there behind.
Chi-Chi walked up to her friend and gave her a hug. "Bulma," she whispered into her ear tears were in her eyes.
Bulma hugged her friend back and started to cry in her shoulder. "Why Trunks? Why not me?" she sobbed.
Goku walked up behind them and wrapped his arms around them as well. "Come on guys, stop it with the tears, just think happy thoughts," Goku suggested.
Chi-Chi nodded. "Yeah listen to him Bulma."
Bulma backed up. "Every happy thought I had was with Trunks," she said lowering her voice when it came to his name. "I can't bare waking up every morning and he's dead and I'll never see him again, I just can't." She started to cry.
Chi-Chi hugged her again. She wasn't going to say anything; she was going to let her friend cry. What could she say to her friend that lost her brother? Nothing she couldn't say a word; she had never lost someone, except her mother who had left her with nothing. Chi-Chi started to cry. Her mother didn't even bother to tell anyone Chi-Chi's father's name, she told no body, so Chi-Chi had only one place to go and that was the foster home she loved, in a way she was glad that she came there.
Goku stood staring. He also didn't know what to say, but he knew his cousins knew how Bulma felt. His cousins lost both of their parents in car accident because of a drunk driver. Yes Goku was upset too, but he didn't know what to think. He had cried, but he only saw his aunt and uncle every few years, but now he sees his cousins everyday. Maybe things are suppose to happen for a reason. Was Trunks suppose to die for something? Was there a purpose for his death? Goku sighed and hugged his two friends again.
Krillin took a step forward. He too didn't know how to react. He hasn't lost anyone in his family they were all there and alive. He never lost a friend, unless they moved, but they were usually foster brother and sisters that turned eighteen and moved out. He had his mom and dad and his annoying sister. He had all of his friends with him, so all he could do was be there for her. He stepped up to them right beside Goku.
Eighteen walked up beside Krillin. She never lost anyone, not a family member or friend. She moved a lot, but she never wanted to make friends till she moved here. Her father always cheated on her mother and moved them around. Her parents divorced when she first moved here and she was not upset, it was better for her mother. Not to mention she has a crazy uncle that talks about taking over the world. She looked at Bulma and Chi-Chi, they were both crying. Eighteen thought back, the last time she cried, that she could remember, was when she was three.
Vegeta stared at the three hugging (Goku, Bulma, and Chi-Chi) and the two staring (Eighteen and Krillin). He had nothing to say. He didn't need to feel lost. His father left his mother with their children. His father didn't even bother saying good-bye. Vegeta snarled. The bastard loved his job more then his family. That what his father would do work then go to sleep then wake up and go to work. His father left the day of Vega's birth, not saying a word, or looking at his newborn child. He didn't remember birthdays, holidays, or special occasions.
Piccolo stood behind them and tapped his foot. He was brought to Goku's family on the day he 'fell from the sky' as people would say just because of his color, green. The Son family found him staring up at the sky and they took him in. They feed him and bathed him then they adopted them and they were expecting twins. He was really little when it happen. He had no parents that he knew of, no family members.
Bulma and Chi-Chi separated after Goku removed his arms. Bulma wiped her eyes. She didn't say anything she couldn't say anything.
"Bulma! We are so sorry!" Two girls hugging the living day light out of her tackled Bulma.
Bulma looked at them and blinked. "Sam? Brittany?" Bulma questioned looking at her two cousins. "What are you doing here?"
"He was our cousin," Sam stated. Sam has orange-red hair and freckles.
Brittany nodded. She had long blonde hair. "Why wouldn't we come? Don't forget you have to come back up to South Dakota this summer."
Bulma sighed.
Sam looked around. "Well these must be your friends, why don't you invite them?" She looked back at Bulma.
Brittany looked at Sam. "We have to get back at the Hotel. See you around Bulma." The two of them walked away.
Bulma sighed. "Sluts," she mumbled. She turned on her heal and her eyes widened. 'It couldn't be? Dad?' Bulma started running after the man she could have sworn was her father.
Chi-Chi stared at her friend running away with a questionable look. "Where is she going?"
Bulma zoomed past the crowd a.k.a. her family. She swerved around and spotted the man. Her heart stopped. He had his hair, but a little grayer, he had his eyes, and he had his cat on his shoulder, it was her father. Bulma smiled, but it turned into a frown. He was getting into a limo. Bulma shook her head and started running again. "Dad wait!" she shouted. She was close enough. "Dad! Wait!" The next thing she knew was that she was tripping over a twig landing in the dirt. She looked up noticing the limo driving away. Her heart sank. She started crying. She was so close. He probably doesn't even know what's going on with their family, if he did he would probably help. She covered her face. A hand rested on her shoulder. She turned around and looked at Piccolo.
"You'll see him again," Piccolo stated watching the limo turn away from the block. "Don't give up. If he knew what was going on in your house you and your family would be safe." Piccolo looked down at her and helped her up.
Bulma sniffed. "I don't know how you do it Piccolo, but you always know everything.' She hugged her friend, shocking him a bit by the affection. "He's gone Piccolo, just like Trunks, they both are gone."
Chi-Chi and the others came walking up. "Bulma? Are you okay?" Chi-Chi asked.
Bulma looked at her. "He was here Chi-Chi. My father was here. He was here," she grabbed hold of her friend.
Chi-Chi wrapped her arms around Bulma. "It's okay Bulma, it's okay."
Bulma wiped her eyes. "Why does God do this to my family? Haven't we suffered enough?" she questioned. "Chi-Chi, I miss him, why did he have to die? The cops could have saved him, but it's like he gave up, why did he have to leave me?"
Chi-Chi looked at the dirt. "I don't know the answers to those questions, I'm sorry I can't help you, but its life, you know?"
"Yeah and I hate mine," Bulma hissed. She sighed. "Sorry. At least I got you guys and the rest of my family."
Chi-Chi nodded. "And as we promised we got your back, and we still do."
Bulma smiled weakly. "And I have yours."
That night
Bulma stood looking out her window sitting on the window seal. She sighed. 'Trunks,' her thoughts were long and all about him.
Flashback
A little four-year-old Bulma stood jumping up and down trying to get her books from two older boys. "Come on give me!" she shouted. She had tears in her eyes. Her clothes were covered in mud and were wet. Bulma jumped again. "Give me!"
One of the boys stuck his tongue out at her. "Come on shorty! Just a little higher," he stood up on his tiptoes. "Ah too bad."
Bulma glared at them. These were two bullies from Joe's class. They had already pushed Joe (7 years old) down and Joe was wiping his face off. Bulma put her hands on her hips. "If you don't give 'em back, you'll be sorry."
"Why is your brother Joey gonna stop me?" the other one asked.
Bulma shook her head. "No, but my brother Trunks will. He'll be here just watch," she hissed.
"I don't see him," said the first boy.
The second one pushed Bulma again making her trip. She fell in a puddle and started to cry. "He'll come!"
The boys laughed.
Trunks walked by them and helped Joe and Bulma up then turned and looked at the boys. "Are you picking on my little brother and sister?" he asked putting his hands in his pockets. Even though he was nine Bulma still looked up to him.
Bulma smiled. "Told you!"
Trunks walked up to them and pushed them down. (You know how little kids fight, right?) "Don't you ever do it again, got it?" he asked in a real cool voice. He turned around. "Bulma, Joe, let's go."
Bulma stuck her tongue out at the boys in the mud and chased after Trunks. "You did it! Yea Trunks!" She hugged her brother.
Trunks looked at her. "Well yeah."
Bulma let go of him. "You always watching' me?" she questioned.
Trunks bent down and ruffled her hair. "Yep, no one messes with my baby sister and gets away with it." He said smiling closing his eyes. "Or my little brother."
Bulma closed her eyes. "Yeah cause you kicked him in their behind."
Trunks nodded. "And don't you ever forget that I'm right here for you and don't ever be scared to tell me something cause I'm right here watching your back."
Bulma hugged him again. "I love you big brother!"
Trunks rubbed the back of his head and laughed. "You too baby sis."
End
Bulma buried her face in her knees. 'Why did you go? Why?' Her tears ran down the side of her cheeks.
Bulma's door opened and her mother walked in crying. Bulma looked up and wiped her eyes. "What's wrong Mom?" she asked getting up from the window and joining her mom on her bed.
Bunny sniffed. "I lose a son, but then…" Her mother's sops got worse. "Bulma I can't take this!"
Bulma looked at her mother confused. "What's wrong? What are you talking about?"
Bunny looked at her eldest daughter. "Bulma…I'm…" she sighed. "I'm pregnant."
Bulma's eyes widened. 'No.' She looked at her mother and smiled weakly. 'With the monster's child?' "Mom, this is good news."
Bunny looked at her daughter then her hands. "It's not time for another child Bulma. I can't do it, I'll never be over the lost of Trunks. I lost my first baby, my first, I'll never have another first, but I am grateful that, that man didn't get the rest of you."
"I'll never get over losing Trunks either," Bulma cried. Her tears started to run down her face like a waterfall. "I will never."
Bunny stood up. "I didn't mean to upset you. I have to go talk to…Chuck," Bunny stated. She left the room closing the door.
Bulma grabbed her pillow and started crying in it. 'Why must everything get worse?' She buried it deeper. 'The baby is still my blood, which means I'll have to protect it from Chuck as well.' She sniffed. 'I'll do my best Trunks.'
"Jeez you're still crying. You left crying."
Bulma shot up and looked at her window. Vegeta was sitting on her window seal. "What are you doing here?"
"I heard your ugly racket coming for here," he stated cleaning out his ear. "Why else would I be here?"
"Did you hear what my mother said?" she asked sitting up.
He looked at her. "About her having another brat?"
Bulma glared at him. "That answers my question," she mumbled. "What do you want?"
He stood off of her window and entered her room. He made a face. "And you say it's cleaner than mine."
Bulma stood up and walked up beside him. "What do you want?" she repeated hands on her hips. "I am in no mood to deal with your shit, so if you would kindly leave I would be so GRATEFUL!"
He looked at her. "You still haven't shut up?"
'That's it!' She growled and tackled him making them both fall on the floor. "I've had enough of your shit Vegeta! Can't you ever leave me alone?"
Vegeta growled and flipped them over. He pinned her against the floor. "You need to lose some weight, jeez you weigh a ton."
She growled and started squirming. "Bastard!"
He shook his head. "You girls are so frustrating."
"Well you boys are such…pigheaded dorks that think about themselves!" she hissed.
He looked down at her. "Is that the best you can do?"
She looked up at him. She couldn't take it any more. Tears started to fall like raindrops from her eyes. "Please leave me alone," she whispered.
Vegeta got off of her. "Not with the crying again."
She looked at him and grabbed hold burying her face in his shoulder. "He's gone, Vegeta, he's really gone. I don't know if I will ever stop crying. What am I suppose to do?"
Vegeta stayed silent. "Do nothing."
She hiccuped and looked at him. "I can't just do nothing," she snapped.
Vegeta sighed. "Women and their mood swings." He looked at her. "Do nothing. I did nothing when my father left. I thought nothing; I acted like he was never there to begin with. I went on with my life I did what I had to and I was myself. I was my troublesome self. Yeah I hated him, but I didn't care and still don't."
Bulma stared at him. That was the most he ever said to her about his family or anything in one answer. She blinked and glared at him. "Well I'm not you and I loved my brother!"
Vegeta's expression didn't change. "Cry for days as you wish, you will stop, eventually." He stood up and looked at the window.
She looked at him. "Vegeta?"
He looked down at her. "What now?"
She stood up and hugged him again. She rested her head on his shoulder. "Thanks." She backed away. She knew he didn't like hugs.
He turned around and left her window to enter his.
Bulma sighed and grabbed Mimi.
'I am no better as I was when he died. I can't even bare writing it. He's gone and gone for good. Why is that so hard to believe? Why can't I do something to bring my big brother back? Is there a way I can stop my mother from having the child of the Devil? I highly doubt it. Hey maybe it isn't Chuck's, yeah right, I wish that would be the answer, but it isn't. Vegeta showed my a little bit of his unknown side that he keeps hidden. He is very different from the rest of us and I like that about him. Right now all I think about is Trunks and how I will get our revenge. I Bulma M. Briefs Harrison Johnson, I have to put all of my last names ya know, will get revenge I put my life on it. I will kill whoever dared to do that to Trunks. The man responsible will pay dearly. I will watch his blood run down my fingers, if my name isn't Bulma M. Briefs. That's right Briefs, I am the daughter of Teddy Briefs, I don't care what adoption papers say, I am! Trunks was right all along about Chuck and now I wished that we all believed him, but for some reason none of us did. I am sorry big brother. R.I.P I love you. Bulma M. Briefs,'
That's it for chapter nine! Did you see that coming? Did any of you cry even a little tear I did? R.I.P Trunks and let your soul live in my story. Well I gotta go, till the next chapter.
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