Chapter: Chapter 6

So ... It took forever, but here is Chapter 6.

Trunks pulled on my hand.
"Come lets go! "
I let him drag me into the living room, where Bulma was sitting in the armchair, and read some magazine. She didn't notice Trunks and me at first, and I didn't even dare say something like: Hello mom, or: I missed you. I didn't say anything to her, I just didn't dare. Unlike trunks.
"Hey mum! Look, Bra woke up! "
She glanced at me from the magazine every now and then. I stood there a little insecure and still couldn't get a word out. Bulma dropped the magazine and started crying.
She got up and came to me. Every step she got closer, I somehow got a certain fear. What is going to happen now?
But instead of a slap in the face as I expected, she hugged me.
"I'm glad you're back ..."
She let go of me and I stared into her happy face, a bit surprised.So they missed me after all ...
All bad things I thought about my family were gone. Apparently she wasn't as hard-hearted as I always thought. Maybe I was wrong? Maybe everything I thought about her should be wrong? I couldn't tell, I was totally confused. Instead of saying something nice to my mother now, I just said:
"I'm sorry ... I want to be a little alone ..."
I walked past Trunks and Bulma, who looked after me in amazement, back into my room. When the door was closed and I was alone in the room, I was able to organize my thoughts again.
I always thought of my mother that she would hate me and would never miss me. But now?
Did she love me? Had she missed me after all? Was I mistaken about her? And Vegeta? What about him? Should it be the same with him?
At first I felt totally confident and then I got doubts ...My hands were shaking. What is happening with me?
Should I have been wrong about everything? Should I have lied to myself? The whole time?
All these years
I didn't know anything anymore, I just didn't understand. What was going on
Maybe I should never understand ...
I went to my bed and dropped onto it. At first I just lay there, but then I looked around again. Only now did I notice a white envelope on my bedside table. I took the letter and opened it. Who is writing to me?
I started reading ...

Hi bra!

I hope everything is clear with you. I was scared for you the whole time, but because you didn't wake up and I finally had to go home, I am writing you this letter. Actually, I wanted to stay with you and help you settle in again and above all I wanted to help you about Vegeta.
But my mother would have gotten mad if I hadn't come home. You know how she is. Well, I just hope that everything went fine with you.If you have problems just give me a call.

Son Gochi

PS: I am really glad that you are back!

Oh Son-Gochi. I wish I could tell her how grateful I am.
Many thanks for everything...
What would I have done without her? She was always so nice to me, even if I sometimes felt that I didn't deserve it.
I put the letter back on the bedside table. I felt a little better now. If not much, still better than nothing. When you hear it all like that, you might think that I have no worries at all. It really seemed so, but I haven't met my father either. And of my own accord, I don't have to either.
He just grieved me anyway and then left me alone with my tears. How I hate him.
Somebody like him doesn't deserve to be loved.
To this day I still don't understand why he and Bulma came together. But I didn't care either. They gave birth to me and then always left me alone.
I will never forgive you for that ...I thought again exactly how Bulma had reacted when she saw me again.
She cried because of me. But why?
I was absolutely convinced that she hates me and would never miss me. I thought again carefully and then it hit me like a blow. She cried and hugged me, but what did I do? Did I cry and hug her like trunks? No, I didn't do any of that. I don't know why, but when Bulma hugged me, I felt nothing. No joy, no happiness, I didn't feel anything ...
That can only mean one thing, something was there between us. I only now remember the whole fight we had all these years. It will be. I can't take her in my arms or my heart because she never really showed me that she loves me. She had never done that.
I was always alone ...