Chapter: Part II

Hello, thank you for your clerks. Here comes my second and last part!

~ The mysterious woman ~

* Part II *

Once home, Vegeta was completely absent-minded. To organize his thoughts he did what he always did at such moments. He went to the GR. Without paying attention to Bulma, who looked worried about his strange behavior. That worried Bulma even more now, not that he was treating her like Lufr, no, that he was going back to the Gr now. It was strange even for him. She made up her mind to speak to him about it at dinner, because she had the feeling that it had something to do with what had happened at the tournament and in such matters she was wrong about Vegeta most snie.
In the meantime in the GR: Vegeta saw it in a corner of the room. He had set gravity, but only to make Bulma think he was training. He didn't want to talk to anyone now. He saw it the rest of the day and thought to himself.When it started to get dark, he got up, switched off gravity and took a shower first. Maybe that would clear his head.

After getting dressed, he made his way to the kitchen. Bulma had already set the table. They sat down and ate. When they were done, Bulma started to speak: "Tell me, what are you brooding about? I really worry, you talk even less than usual, well tell me!" "It's nothing. Just thought about it. Let me in now Quiet "says Vegeta somewhat venomously and stood up. Bulma was sure now. There was something, but he pulls off the 'I have nothing, I'm fine, even if I could shoot myself inside tour'. It was clear. Then she just had to squeeze it out of him again. ... but she must have embarrassed that, because Vegeta was just about to leave the room, he said something like "I'm tired-bed-are you coming soon?" and disappeared. Bulma only answered a short 'yes' because she was deep in her thoughts.On the way to the bedroom, Vegeta thought about the day again. It was clear to him that Bulma was worried that she suspected something when he just said that he was fine, because that was completely a lie. Everything was but fine with him. Because the longer he thought about it, the clearer everything became in his head. It had something to do with his past. which he really wasn't particularly proud of. This black-haired woman, he was sure that he had felt something for her. It was this feeling, like with Bulma, but somehow different. Had she erased his memory? But why? According to his memory, she should be dead too! He had to talk to someone, or rather Bulma, about it. But not today. He would go to sleep now, probably dream of all the trash here, then not tell Bulma tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, because he is still not sure what all the crap here means. But he has such a tiny guess.But he didn't want to think about his stupid forgiveness anymore. He could still hear Bulma coming into the bedroom, but when he was already in the land of dreams. More like nightmares. His past probably had no desire to let him sleep in a row, he constantly saw the scenes of today, the day at some point in his past, but then it was morning again and he had slept really 'great'. He looked beside him. Bulma. Should he tell her everything? As expected, he wanted to wait a little longer for love. Maybe this memory would stop, then he wouldn't have to tell her anything. He loved her, but if he ever told her something about his past, then she always wanted to know more and that really pissed him off. As if he decided to wait. Much to the regret of Bulma, because she always made more soprgen. Above all because she noticed that Nahct had nightmares for night because they wouldn't stop.So after a week he finally decided to talk to Bulma, because it all made no sense. So he went into the kitchen on the day in question, because Bulma was cooking lunch and said, "Bulma, we need to talk." "Shut up, start" she says briskly, because she finally wanted to know what was going on with her husband. "Today evening, we need time, it can't be done quickly now," said Vegeta. "Well, all right," said Bulma a little indifferently. But it just came across as she was determined to find out what bothered him so much that he even needed time to tell her. She knew that it had to be really important, because otherwise he always said everything immediately, without long babbling. She wanted the Abden to come quickly.
Both went about their habits until it got dark outside and Bulma went into the living room. Vegeta was already there and seemed to be waiting for her. She was sure what he had to tell her wasn't important, but hyper important, because he was already there.Otherwise she would still have to wait for him to talk. She sits down next to him on the sofa and said "What's up? Are you going to tell me now?" "I don't know where to start and where?" goes so bad and you only want to talk to me about it at this moment and ... oh yes, you avoided ir. " she answers her husband. "I'll try to explain everything to you ..". They talked the whole Nahct, Vegeta just told her everything. Starting from the day of the past, from his memory, his assumptions and especially n´ from this woman. Bulma listened carefully. When it ended it was advised midnight. He had really talked for four hours straight. But now Bulma knew everything. That woman was called Kalista. She was his mother and the child who was with her was him. He had suppressed the death of his mother. It must have been easier for him as a child to forget everything than to endure it.No wonder he felt so bad. The only thing that was not clear to both of them was why it happened on this one day at the tournament. Was that a sign from his mother that a new danger was about to come? That should remain a mystery to both of them. Bulma didn't want to examine him any further, so she kept her questions to herself for the time being. She felt that who she would ask him now, that she would open old wounds even more and that was the last thing she wanted. But she smiled happily. She had just learned an important piece of the puzzle from her husband's life. It made her understand him a little better each time. She kissed him and said "I'll go look for Trunks, if everything is clear and you go to bed I'll be right after" she smiled a little treacherously and disappeared. Vegeta was much better. Maybe he should talk to her about that more often. But he just hated to find out about his past.He got up from the sofa and looked up in the direction of the bedroom. Tonight he would definitely sleep well :-).

*End*

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