Author: CariCaro (carolineduda@gmx.net)




Disclaimer: Blah blah blah ... nothing belongs to me ... blah blah blah ... Vegeta is mine ... * being beaten by vegeta-sama * ... or not ... but Bulma ... * get scratched out by bulma eyes * ... shit, not even the ... blah blah blah ... money? What's this?!? ... And so on.




Warning: Depri, fear, let's see how it goes on ...




Genre: Drama? Yeah, drama ... and I kind of think romance too ...




Summary: Future-Trunks comes back to visit the others, but above all his family. Vegeta behaves towards him even colder than usual, his feelings plunge into a real emotional chaos and his life finds itself in a terrible low point. The only one who still seems to understand him is Bulma ...




Pairing: Bulma / Trunks[Bulma / Vegeta]




Review: You know, I can't live without these things! * smile *



Note: First of all, I would like to apologize. Really. I was away on vacation, that's why I didn't write, then I'm currently writing a White Cross fan fiction, a little more about Hope and another Harry Potter fan fiction that has to go on. That's why I just neglected this FF and especially you guys. So sorry. Well, um, but first of all thanks for your interest. I always have a really good feeling in the stomach area when I look at the clerks. I think the positive feedback is great, for that ... I love you!


And because today - I haven't been to dragonballz in a long time. de - only noticed what kind of shit I've built, I just want to serve you a small snack for in between, as long as you don't hear from MBDB. But don't worry, it will come sometime ... yes ... sometime ... * look into the wide world * * big sigh *




Now to the story: There's not much to say, but I came across this pairing when I remembered how Future-Trunks always reacted when Bulma was around: He blushed, has stuttered or simply avoided them.And if it weren't for your "future" mom, these would usually be typical signs of being in love, wouldn't they?




Well, the beginning of the story is also a bit older, that is to say, a little longer since I wrote it. The writing style starts from "Ah! What about your mother? Why didn't you take her with you?" it gets better (does not appear in the part yet.)


What else can i say At most that I tried the "Flashback" variant. Not more.




So much for that. Once again a really serious and big thank you + apology to you. Hope to be forgiven of my sins someday. *drip*




Dedications: Uuuuh, there are many -




@ Mambo - Thank you, you are just lovely!


@ Bejita - I'm sorry, but at least something is here now!


@ taro_dz - I know that I'm mean, I'm good at that ... * fg *


@ doran - I also manage to `let down` ... and aliens?No thanks!


@ Cherca - No, I really don't lack the comments ... * smile * I hope you now have something to "nibble" on ...


@ merle - I'm at work ... * laugh * * ansmile *


@ mysticAngel - I have bug spray for you ... are the spiders still with you? * worried look * Sorry, this is my fault!


@ Pan1 - This "snack" is also dedicated to you ... I'll do it soon, hope I can at least please you with it ...


@ Sari - Yes, I want that! Only because of that! I wrote all the parts just to annoy YOU !!! MUHA HA HA HA HA ... * fieslach * (Please don't take it seriously ...


@ Bra Chan Briefs - I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna do it! * desperate look *


@ jindujun14 - Don't cry! * lay comfortingly poor around you * Here, a handkerchief ... * hold out tempo * Already better? * dear smile *


@ Gwendolyne - Hach, someone again to whom I have to apologize ... sorry, here comes something for you too ... * soft smile *

@ Midori - you signed up because of me? BECAUSE OF ME??? Boarh ... I think that's really sweet of you! That you did something like that ... I can't get around the dedication! * smiiile *


@ Risa - I feel more cuddled than cuddled, don't worry ... * gg *


@ Evil_N - * trembling with fear * N-n-not angry s-s-be ... here ... f-f-for d-you ... * stop story *


@ krissi789 - Jaaaaa, I'll do it! Are already angry enough with me, not even duuhuu ... * almost starting to cry * * sob *


@ besarye - I'm clearly sadistic if you ask me ... * fg *


@ Tarragon - Boarh, thanks for your long picking! In MBDB, I'll definitely go through a guest appearance by the Teletubbies! * smiiile *


@ Bra1 - Thank you, Bra, it's nice that you like the story! * happy * * pleasure trumpet *


@ SO36 - Oh, I thank you too ... I don't have many A's in school so ... haaach ... * melt away * * grin *


@ Vegetarian - Honestly?THANKS!!! Now I feel infinitely flattered ... * feel flattered * * big smile *


@ DBZ4ever - You also deserve a heartfelt thank you. You are so incredibly loyal, I think that's really very nice of you ... thanks for your email and sorry that I couldn't answer it! I'll soon hit the keyboard ... * hit the keyboard * * ggggg *


@ kathy - Yup, I'm hurrying up! * smile *


@ Son-GokuDaimao - Haaach ... I dedicate everything and everyone to you! Nothing is too expensive for me! I liiiiii - iii ~ i .... - I really like you! * spotlight *


@Apedu - Thank you, I'll do my best for you too! * laugh at * * shoulder pat *


@ 162schwarz_bulma - I hurry, I jet, I fly! * shake with laughter * WHAT I want to say: Okay, I'll do it ... * gg *


@ Funnybulma - Sorry for the bruises, I'll make it up to you, yeah?


@Mystik - Quite simply: THANX !!!




Phew * schweißwegwisch * Thank you again and I wish you a lot of fun - this time the epilogue is omitted, so I ask in advance - And?What do you say to `Hope`?




AFTER MUCHI FUNNYI!




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Hope


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Slowly he opened his eyes and straightened up. He had a hell of a headache and his surroundings were only blurred. He knew he was in his bed. But he didn't know what had happened. He tried desperately to recall the previous evening, to get the thoughts back into his head. But the only thing he felt was the hellish pain and the terrible beeping in his ear. He still tried to rummage through his mind, but he found nothing that would have brought him any memory. Those important memories. He moaned softly and grabbed his forehead. "Oh damn ... what happened ...?" He muttered with an effort and fell back into his bed. “You collapsed.” Startled, he started and looked in the direction from which the voice had come.He looked into ocean-like eyes, into the depths of which he threatened to sink. "B ... Bulma?" Silence. He straightened up. "Is ... everything okay?" He was afraid of the answer, or rather what she would say. He was afraid of what was to come. He noticed her eyes glaze over and knew that his fears were right. "Trunks ...?" "Hm?" "You should ... go back to your mother ... you should ... should ..." She broke off. Suddenly he felt a painful stitch in his chest. ("Ey, Vegeta, what's the point ?!") 'No! 'he wanted to scream. 'I stay with you! I will never let you go again! 'But his voice failed and he nodded silently. "I ... I'll go away with the 'Hope' today." "Yes," she said softly and put on a forced smile. She leaned over and kissed his forehead. 'With Hope ...' he thought desperately. 'I'm leaving with hope ...'




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Hope. What is hope I always thought that you were the hope. That you would be my saving angel. I saw your wings. I saw you spread them, how you flew away. I've seen it.




What is good, what is bad? How can I tell the difference? I always thought you could tell me. But you don't even know yourself.




Hope. Hope for the rainbow. Hope for the gentle rays of the sun that fight their way through the dark clouds. Hope ... for love. On your warmth. On your smile I love your Smile. I love your eyes. I just love everything about you. And I know that you love me too. Then why are you crying when I gently stroke your cheek? Why do you cry when I kiss you with all my affection? Is it really bad what I'm doing? Is it bad that i love you I no longer know what is good and what is bad.I just know that I love you And that I am not allowed to.




Hope. You were my hope You were my angel But now you want to fly away. Why can't I hold you tight? Why can I never see your smile again? Oh please tell me why you are crying Tell me what your tears mean




But please don't fly away and leave me alone. Don't fly away and take all my hope with you.


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°°° Flashback °°°




"Trunks! Are you coming? The meal is ready!" "Yes, Mum, only 5 minutes left!", Called a tortured voice from the upper floor. In fact, it wasn't long before the purple-haired boy finally descended the stairs and sank into a chair in the kitchen. She smiled when she saw him and went back to her pot, in which a liquid content was boiling. "You cooked?", She asked her son and tried to look inside the pot.She nodded and put the strange broth on the table. Trunks' grin crossed his face; his mother's cooking skills hadn't changed in all those years. Bulma sat down with him and watched as he scooped up the food. Despite their 'delicious desserts', after all this time he had gotten used to their ways of cooking, and after all he was a half-sayajin. Suddenly he paused and grinned one more time as he stared into the broth. "What is it?", She asked puzzled and looked at him questioningly. He looked over at her. "You know ... oh nothing." He went back to eating. Bulma's face darkened. "Well, listen, I'm