was ... dead?


"A ... but how ... how can that be? I mean ... she was ..."


"Yes, she was very healthy and yet she is ..." Trunks closed his eyes.He was literally trembling. Juicey started crying.


"Why? Why, of all people? That's ... totally unfair!"




KLIRR!




Juicey's cup had fallen and a woman from the staff immediately came to clean up the broken pieces. Juicey quickly apologized and turned to Trunks.


"Shall we go?" He looked at her inquiringly.


"I mean home ?!"




Juicey and Trunks sat snuggled together on the bed of their bedroom. Juicey was crying silently and Trunks couldn't say a word either. Suddenly the door flew open and Cherry burst in with Melanie on the side that she wanted to pull away.


"Mom, Melanie won't allow me to paint in your coloring book!"


"I've already told you a thousand times that this is not a coloring book! This is a reader for reading and not for painting!" Said Melanie. Juicey didn't look up. Cherry pouted. She hopped over to her papa and shook his arm.

"Papa, say something! Papa!" Trunks glanced over at Melanie and then held Juicey even tighter. Melanie understood and pushed Cherry towards the door.


"I'll look for a coloring book for you afterwards and now go!" When Cherry went into her room with a trumpet, Melanie turned to Trunks again.


"If there is anything else I can do for you ..." Trunks shook her head and Melanie disappeared from the room. After the door stopped clicking, Juicey got up and went to the window. It seemed like she was looking at the trees in the storm, but she was just staring into space.


"Trunks?"


"Yes?"


"Does Vegeta know about Bulma's death yet?" She looked at him skeptically.


"Are you saying ... he killed her?" Trunks jumped up.


"You really can't say that !?" Juicey turned back to the window.


"Why not? How do you even know that she died of natural causes?It could also have been murder, for example, couldn't it? And if that thought were true, would Vegeta be the most suspect? After all, he hasn't shown up since the morning before yesterday? Did you tell me yourself or did I mishear it? "She looked at him coldly. He knew that Juicey and his father didn't like each other, but that she was now accusing him of murder? Did she have a reason for it at all? Did she hate Vegeta from the bottom of her heart? Didn't he notice, that she had changed so much?


"What's wrong with you Juicey? Don't you notice that you are wrong about something?" Trunks came up to her and held her shoulders.


"Oh no! I'm not getting lost. You just don't want to accept the truth!" He looked to the side, gritting his teeth. Was she right? Could it really have been his father? Did he have Bulma on his conscience? Trunks knew his father had killed many people and destroyed planets in the past, but still he had never seen him furious.He couldn't imagine his father becoming as angry as he used to be. No, absolutely impossible!




Vegeta flew as if he was running for his life. But not out of fear, no, a proud Saiyajin did not know anything like that! More out of desperation and anger. > Your own fault! ", he called back to himself," you shouldn't have interfered! Then it would not have come to that! <




The day before yesterday, Capsule Corparation




"Wait a minute, dear! Where are you going?" Bulma was demonstratively standing in the front door frame.


"It's none of your business!", Vegeta snapped at her and waited for her to let him pass. But she didn't move. On the contrary: it broadened even further.


"You promised that you wanted to have dinner with me today, remember?" She looked at him angrily.


"Tst. Promises are there to be broken. Now let me through!"


"I'm sorry, but either you go out to dinner with me or ..."

"Or what?"


"... you have a big problem!", Bulma continued and put on a small winner smile. Vegeta had no choice but to spend the day with her today! Or at least she thought ...


"I don't give a shit! Go eat, but without me! I won't let myself be treated like a toddler! Would be even nicer!" He pushed her aside and stomped out towards the front yard. Bulma paused. Otherwise he had always given in! She couldn't put up with that! She grabbed his arm.


"Wait a minute! Please stay here!"


"BE CALM AND TAKE CARE OF YOUR STUFF!" He yelled at her and unintentionally released an aura that hit Bulma. She sank to the floor, unconscious. Vegeta thought that she would only have passed out, so carried her into the bedroom and carefully laid her on the bed. He waited five minutes, but she didn't wake up. He was slowly becoming afraid that something might have happened to her.He felt her pulse (* how can he do that? Ggg *). No sign. Nothing. She was dead. He really hadn't wanted that. He never wanted to kill her in his life! Though he didn't like to admit it, he really loved her very much. She was the most precious thing to him (with the exception of his two children). He never wanted to kill her. He wouldn't have had the heart to do that. But what now? It happened. There was nothing he could do about it. The words sounded rather numb and cold, but it was true. Vegeta quietly left the bedroom, left a note and flew out.




Flashback end




Yes, that's how it all happened. And now he flew away. As far as possible. How could Trunks and Bra explain that he killed Bulma? He didn't need to be afraid of Bra, but of Trunks? He had improved quite a bit, had overtaken his father long ago. If he found out, Vegeta could expect certain death.

> Fear. That word again.

"Dad! Here you are! I've been looking for you!" Trunks stopped panting in front of him.


"Where have you been? I was worried!"


"Tst. Can you take care of myself?" Trunks considered. Should the topic now be addressed or should it not be?


"What is it? Are you speechless?" Vegeta tore Trunks out of his thoughts.


"Dad, now watch out! Ma is dead and you are telling us something about> Can you take care of myself? You must be crazy!" Trunks lost patience.


"In what tone do you even talk to me? Have you forgotten who you are in front of you?"


"No, I just see someone who killed my mother!"

"What are you talking about? Who killed whom here?"


"You heard right: You have Ma on your conscience!" Trunks attacked Vegeta and tried to hit him with his right fist. Vegeta dodged in time and now took a little distance from his son. That was exactly what he saw coming! Trunks fired a kiku cannon. This brushed Vegeta on his left cheek, which then began to bleed. Vegeta looked perplexed at Trunks. His son was pretty pissed off. Even pissed off.


"From now on ... I don't look at you as my father anymore! Never again!" Vegeta paused. He'd heard something like this before! About 30 years ago in the fight against Cell.


Trunks flew away, leaving his father behind.






Author's note: Well, that was the second part of this "somewhat longer" story and I hope (again) that it was okay. The next part is coming soon and will be called "Even More Problems". Read that too and please write to me so that I can improve my fan fics in the future (and so that I can keep writing;)!Your Pan-chan