Bulma and Vegeta Fanfiction – SongFic – A price to pay

Trunks sighed. How was he ever, ever going to get all this business straightened out?

He rubbed his eyes, straining to see the computer screen clearly. Kami, was this really what his mother had had to deal with everyday? And she still had had time for inventing?

“Oniisan,” Bra called, walking into the room. “I’m finished.”

She pressed a piece of paper onto his cluttered desk. “Like it?
Aren’t I neat?”

Glancing at it, he took note of the enormous detail in the
machine blueprint. “Yes, yes, Bra, thanks. Now go figure out the marketing.”

“Can’t I put it together?” she whined.

He paused in his typing. “Okay,” he said, facing her.
“Bra-chan, you act too much like Kaasan.”

“Whatever,” she said, seemingly indifferent. But it hurt them both in their hearts when they remembered their mother, Bulma.

“Well, let’s get going,” he said, heaving a sigh of exhaustion.
Then, before Bra left, he put a hand on her arm.

“Arigatou, Bra-chan. You’re a great help.” It was the first
time he had thanked her for all she had done since…since Bulma had died.

She smiled, again painfully resembling her mother. “No

Do you know the price I’d pay

Just to see your face for another day

Drip drip, drip drip.

Bulma Briefs, beloved mother and wife

“The butterfly that made the winds sing”


Crimson droplets fell upon the smooth marble headstone,
collecting in a small patch at the foot of the block. A bleeding finger lifted
and glowed, an invisible point of infinite sharpness at the tip. Slowly he
etched the alien words into the stone, in beautiful script.

“Queen of the Saiyajin”

Vejita let his hand fall. For a minute longer he let a little more of his blood to adorn the stone. Every drop lost will one day be a drop gained.

When he had first taken her, unceremoniously and violently, he had made her shed blood. She had bled for his desires. But never had she complained. And now, he would give her his blood in return, upon her grave.

A single clear tear fell amongst the dripping blood, mixing into the puddle. He bowed his head, stood up, and rocketed off into the sky.

All this time that passes us by

All the while I’m wondering why

“Tousan,” she said, seeing her father in the kitchen. This was the first time he had been in the house since a week ago.

“Yes?” His voice was blank and emotionless; he did not look up
from the hastily prepared food on the table.

“Nothing. Just wondering how you were doing. Do you want to
spar with Ojisan a little?” she asked, forcing cheerfulness.

“Why would I want to spar with that air-headed idiot?” he almost snarled. Bra drew back. His attitude had gotten increasingly poisonous lately, even towards her.

“Okay,” she said. Taking two cups of coffee, she walked out and
left him alone.

“We just don’t have time,” he argued.

“I know, but look at his condition! It looks like he hasn’t
slept for weeks. And he’s even giving ME that nasty attitude.”

“Bra, you can go collect the Dragonballs if you want to. But
I’m staying here, there’s too much work to get done,” Trunks said.

“Fine, I’ll do it myself. Maybe I’ll get Ojisan to help,” she
huffed, stalking out of the room.

After digging through multiple drawers in the old laboratory
she found the radar, still in perfect condition. Going outside, she flew quickly to the Son’s house in the woods.

We never notice those things till they’re gone

Never knowing just where we were wrong

“Bra-chan,” Chichi greeted from the kitchen. “How are you?”

“I’m fine, Chichi-san,” the girl replied, walking shyly into
the room. “Do you think that I could borrow Ojisan for a little? I have to go
find the Dragonballs.”

“What for?” the woman asked curiously, wiping a spoon on her

“Well, Trunks and I were thinking about making a wish for the
good of Otousan.” Bra’s eyes turned to the floor, and she shuffled her feet.

Despite her past grudges against the moody Saiyajin, Chichi
felt pity for him and his children. Bulma’s death must’ve been really hard on him…

A new voice called, “Okaasan, where’s my economics book—hi,

“Goten, I didn’t know you were home,” Bra said cheerfully.

“Hai, he has a few days off from university. Maybe he can help
you. Right, Goten-kun?”

“Nani?” The typical Goku-style confused look appeared on his

Bra laughed. “Could you come help me find the Dragonballs?
It’ll take a lot less time if I had some help.”

“Sure!” Goten was more than relieved at his mother letting him
off of studying.

“Be back before dinner,” Chichi ordered, waving her spatula at
them as they left.

“I will,” Goten answered, then said to Bra, “That doesn’t give
us a lot of time. Let’s hurry.”

He blasted off into the air, Bra’s arm latched around his

Her head broke the surface, hair matted messily around her
face. In her hand she held up a shining orb with two stars inside.

“Just three more, right?” she gasped, taking in air.

“Yeah,” Goten said, helping her out of the water. His hand
slipped on her dripping arm, and she wobbled before righting herself by
levitating. He tried not to notice the fact that she was dripping wet.

“Well, let’s go,” she said, concentrating in the beeping radar.
“There’s another one in the mountains to the east.”

Putting on a surge of ki, she evaporated the water on her body,
her fine hair flaring up. She looped an arm around Goten, her lips accidentally
brushing his as they both turned to talk to each other.

His face turned bright red, while she only laughed. “Gomen,
Goten-kun. Come on, let’s go to the mountains!”

“Arise, Shenlong!”

Her voice rang clear through the air, summoning the eternal
dragon from its dormancy in the seven magical spheres. Its thick serpentine body unfurled itself into the sky, upon layers and layers of coils.

“WHO HAS AWAKENED ME FROM MY SLUMBER?” the deep reverberating
voice boomed.

“I’d like to make a wish,” Bra’s tiny voice called. Trunks and
Goten stood by her side, looking up at the dragon.

“I wish that my father will no longer feel any pain from losing
my mother,” she said firmly.

“YOUR WISH IS GRANTED!” Shenlong’s eyes glowed dully, and a shiver ran through the length of his coils.

Goten whistled. “The dragon’s having a spasm.”

“Nah. He’s just probably having a hard time changing Otousan’s
mind around. Pretty difficult task,” Trunks replied indifferently.

The dragon slowly curled and shrunk downward, its power pouring
into the Dragonballs. The orbs flared with light, then separated in seven different paths.

Bra sighed. “Well, that’s done with. I hope Otousan feels better now.”

“Where is your dad, anyway?” Goten asked.

“He’ll come home pretty soon, probably,” Trunks assured him.

So maybe just for this one time

Let me repent for my crimes

Not too far away, in the neighboring woods, Vejita was indeed
on his way back to Capsule Corp. He had seen the sky turn black as a sign of the dragon’s arising. But why had it been summoned?

A jolt wracked his body suddenly, and his sight filled with
light. Doubling over, he grasped the sides of his head in his hands. It felt like his brain was being turned inside out! Violently his thoughts, every single memory he had stored away, all thrashed up at once, beleaguering his mind like a thousand jackhammers.

“Kuso…” he rasped, his teeth grinding together.

He powered up to Super-Saiyajin, trying to block out the pain.
What the hell was happening?

Then the agony was gone. In astonishment he felt the magnitude
of his own power, he was a Super-Saiyajin! Looking down, he noticed the strange flimsy clothing he was wearing. Where was his armor? Then, he remembered his mission. Where was his space pod, and what planet was he on? Taking in his surroundings, he judged that he was on Chikyuu again. His anger boiled when he recalled his shameful loss to the Chikyuu-jin and that accursed Kakarotto.

What had happened to him? How had he gotten so powerful, and
why was he on this planet? He whirled around, and felt three substantially powerful life forces heading his way, one weaker than the other two, which were about equal.

He smirked and tensed up for a fight. It seemed a long time
since he had done battle, although his fight with Kakarotto was clear in his mind. Perhaps now he could teach the lowly moron a lesson.


How I wish it’d all go away

This is the price I’d pay, what I’d pay

“Niisan, he’s turned Super-Saiyajin,” Bra said with concern.

“I know,” Trunks said, flying alongside her and Goten. “It’s
fine, it’s probably just from the shock of loss of pain, I guess.”

“I don’t know,” she muttered. “I have a weird feeling about

“Don’t worry, Bra-chan. Your father’s fine,” Goten reassured
her. “If anything, he’s feeling better.”

“Oi, Tousan!” Trunks called, approaching at the head of the

Vejita stood with his arms folded across his chest, a
disdainful look on his face as usual. His eyes narrowed at them as they stopped.
And he let out a scornful laugh that caused Bra to shiver.

“Who are you, boy? Certainly not my son. And I demand that you
tell me why I am on this worthless planet,” his voice was cold and

Trunks’ mouth hung agape. “Otousan, I’m Trunks! How could…”

The air was knocked out of him from a stunning blow to the
stomach. “Impossible. You are not Saiyajin. Now tell me what has happened to
bring me here, or be killed.”

“Otousan!” Bra spread her arms protectively in front of Trunks,
forming a barrier between him and Vejita. “You don’t remember anything?!”

“What’s there to remember, brat? Get out of my way! If you
won’t be of any use to me, then I’ll just destroy you and find Kakarotto!”

He struck at her with a fist, but found himself careening
sideways from a vaulting kick. The third brat! He had forgotten about him.

Snarling, he righted himself and charged up for a flurry of ki
attacks. But then, strong arms and legs latched themselves around him tightly,
restraining him from moving. In rage he thrashed, struggling to shake his captor

“Bra, get Jisan! Goten, help me!” Trunks shouted, straining
with the effort of holding back his father, who was acting up like a madman.

“But Trunks-” Bra cried, hesitating.

“GO!” he screamed, his hair flaring gold in the transformation
to Super-Saiyajin.

Turning, Bra blasted herself towards the forest, in the midst
of a horror she had never expected to see.

“It’ll be all right,” he said, a confident smile crossing his
face. Putting two fingers to his forehead, he placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I’ll be back soon, Chichi,” he called over his shoulder at his

“You better be! Make sure Goten doesn’t get hurt!”

Bra felt the slight whoosh of air from teleportation and after
a second of delay time, heard and felt the sounds of battle. She felt Goku’s hand push her down, and in her confusion she felt the heat of a ki blast whiz overhead, missing her by inches. Before she could utter a sound, Goku had let go of her and was racing towards the three figures tangled in battle.

“Ohayo, Vejita!”

Trunks and Goten paused, panting, and turned their heads to see
him approaching. Vejita, however, took this chance to deal them both severe jarring blows to their heads. Their unconscious forms fell to the ground and bounced once clumsily.

“Ah, Kakarotto,” he planted his freezing gaze upon Goku. “We
meet again.”

“Vejita, what’s gotten into you? You just knocked out your own
son!” Goku said, secretly gathering his ki in case Vejita chose to attack now.

“He is not my son. I would never sire a half-breed, especially not with a human mate! Now let’s finish what we started, and I’ll make sure to kill you this time,” he sneered.

“Listen to me! Your son and daughter wished for you to no
longer feel pain over Bulma’s death! And somehow you’ve forgotten everything since you stayed on Chikyuu!” Goku tried to reason.

“Nonsense. It’s a shame you can’t even carry on an intelligent
conversation; I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Vejita spat, and charged at him.

Goku immediately turned Super Saiyajin and blocked Vejita’s
furious onslaught, slowly increasing his own power until he was halfway to Super Saiyajin two. Calmly he parried and deflected any blasts directed at him, waiting for the other man to tire.

If he’s forgotten everything from his life on Chikyuu, then
he won’t be able to do Big Bang Attack or Final Flash or any other techniques he’s learned here…

But still Vejita fought at him with a savagery he had never
seen, even at their first battle twenty somewhat years before. Goku was
beginning to enjoy this fight, as his Saiyajin blood began to course strongly in
his veins and mind.

Suddenly his opponent’s power increased exponentially, and with
a victorious cry Vejita slammed a fist into Goku’s abdomen, then swung him down into the ground as forcefully as he could. In an instant he had shot over a score of ki blasts down where his stunned adversary lay, cackling maniacally as the bloodlust overtook him.

Can you see through my life

Can you see through the price

A new form zoomed past Bra and toward the triumphing Vejita.
She saw a tie and a torn collared shirt flutter to the ground as Gohan charged at her father.

She so dearly wished she could help, but this battle was out of
her league. If she intervened she would only become an impediment.

What have I done? She had thought that she was helping, but
obviously something had gone terribly wrong with the wish. If Vejita truly had forgotten everything, then…

He wouldn’t remember Bulma, either. He wouldn’t even know who
she was.

Bra swore at herself. He was feeling no pain because all memories of her mother had been erased!

Her mind raced, trying to decide what was best to do. It
must be the dragon’s problem…then I’ll go collect the Dragonballs-no, that would
take too long, uhh, come on, Bra, think!
She spotted Goku on the ground,
getting up and dusting himself off.

She dove down to him and grabbed him by the arm. “Jisan, take
me to Dende. He’ll know what to do about this. Something’s gone wrong with Shenlong. He twisted my wish around.”

“Hai,” Goku said, and prepared for shunkan idou.

Just then they were both bowled aside as Gohan’s body slammed
into them. Bra let go of Goku’s arm and went tumbling crazily across the ground.
Already she could hear Goku beginning to fight her father again.

“Pity, Kakarotto, your brat always held something back,” Vejita
jeered, catching one of Goku’s fists in his palm. “Not Saiyajin enough to hold
up a good fight.”

Gohan recovered and flew up again, to join his father in the
battle. “Tousan, what do you say we end this right now!” he gritted.

“Wait, Gohan!” Goku yelled.

Too late. Gohan burst into his Mystic stage, his mighty aura
forcing them both back.

“Na-nani?” Vejita gasped in awe. A split-second later he went
plummeting to the ground and smashed into several rows of trees. Before he could
blink Gohan was on top of him, pinning him down.

“Vejita-san,” his voice was calm and controlled. “Listen to

Vejita snarled and spat, but could not break free of Gohan’s iron grip.

“You stayed on Earth after my father defeated Furiza on Namek-sei. Eventually you settled down and took a human as your mate. Her name was Bulma. Try to remember her. You had two children. Then Bulma died. You’d become so grief-stricken that your daughter couldn’t bear seeing you like that, so she wished on the Dragonballs to remove your pain over the loss. Got that?
Now the dragon screwed up and you’ve forgotten everything. So you’re feeling no pain, because you don’t remember.”

Slowly Vejita digested all the information. And he snorted.
“You mean to say I’ve stayed on Chikyuu bowing to a woman’s will for twenty-odd years? Impossible. I would’ve killed Kakarotto by now, and you as well. The brats? Forget them. The woman must have drugged me all this time. Good riddance to her.”

Gohan cringed at hearing those last words, and, seizing the
moment, Vejita tore free and blasted off into the sky. He readied himself for an
attack he knew just too well. Nothing could stop him now.


Maybe I’ll lose a little control

Maybe I’ll let it all go


“Gariku-ho!” He powered up a gigantic blast and began to send
it down with incredible speed and force. Neither Kakarotto nor Gohan would have a way of intercepting it now without endangering the planet with a blast of his own.

“STOP!!!” a voice shouted at him, and a girl appeared in front
of him. “Otousan!”

It was his so-called daughter…she spread her arms out in front
of him, in front of the oncoming blast. He felt her ki increasing dramatically, but she was still weak.

His hands released the beam, which in the blink of an eye,
struck her. A huge explosion rocked the air, an enormous purple cloud blew out in all directions, and Vejita drew an arm over his eyes. The brat! She had ruined his attack!

Slowly the clouds cleared, and Vejita began to power up for
another blast.

“Daddy…” a weak little voice croaked. He peered through the
floating debris and saw the child.

Blood poured steadily out of a deep jagged hole in her stomach.
She looked down at the wound, and let out a hacking cough. Then her eyes met his, and smiled crookedly at the look of horror on his face.

“Do you remember…now…Daddy…”

She fell hundreds of feet to the earth, and lay still.

Just give me some wounds to heal

I’ll be all right when I know you’re real

It felt like a bomb inside his head had exploded. Oh Kami! What
had he done?

He remembered all now, everything! He remembered that he had
forgotten, and what he had done while in his amnesia!

“No!!!!!” With a strangled cry he plunged down to the ground by
her side.

Her eyes were half-closed in a dazed state. Those beautiful
eyes, so much like Bulma’s…he would have to see another death…

He let out another scream of agony, of loss and pain. In
trembling hands he grasped his child closely to him, his clothes soaking through with her blood. He had killed her! How could he-

A hand fell on his shoulder, and instantly he found himself
in–Kami’s palace. Goku had used shunkan idou.

“Vejita-san,” a gentle voice said. A voice he had not heard in
a long time. “Let me take care of this.”

With unshed tears in his eyes Vejita turned to see the little
Namek-jin looking concernedly at him. Tenderly he pried his daughter from his arms, and placed two hands at her sides. Vejita could do nothing but watch.

“I’m so sorry, Vejita,” Goku said remorsefully. “But it’ll be
all right.”

“She’s not dead yet, just barely alive,” Dende murmured as he
began to heal. “You have a strong child, Vejita-san.”

“Tousan,” Trunks said, coming to kneel next to his father. He
rubbed a sore on his head.

“Trunks. Whenever your sister gets a hellish idea in her mind
again, you make sure she doesn’t try something like this,” Vejita whispered
without looking at his son.

Sweet innocence can kill me now

If only these sins would allow

Goku spoke. “It’s Shenlong. Something’s happened to him.
Trunks, come, let’s go get the Dragonballs and figure out what’s wrong.”

Suddenly the floor shook with seven large reverberations, and
they all turned to see the Dragonballs, active again, each in a small pit of impact in the fine marble floor.

“Nani?” Vejita stood up.

“They came by themselves,” Goku said confusedly, walking over
to the glowing orbs. “Whoa!”

He tilted his head backward to avoid being hit in the jaw by
the gigantic form that sprang forth from the Dragonballs. Shenlong had arisen, all on its own.

Everyone looked up at the mighty dragon in awe. It reared its
head down at them, and bowed, closing its glowing eyes.

“MY APOLOGIES TO YOU ALL.” The dragon was apologizing! Goku scratched his head.


“Too much evil?” Dende looked up from Bra’s now healed body.
“When will you be able to grant wishes again, Shenlong?”


Bra stirred and groaned. Immediately Vejita took her into his
arms and held her, uncaring of the eyes that looked on. “Otousan,” she realized what had happened, and hugged him back. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” was the simple answer.

“Shenlong,” Trunks spoke up. “Can you grant one more wish
before you leave? Just one?”

Don’t undermine the price to pay

Black and white may become the gray

Silence. The great dragon was contemplating the request, and
the five onlookers held their breaths.


“I wish,” Trunks rethought his words in his head. “for one last
chance to speak to my mother in person. For as long of a time as you can grant.”

Shenlong nodded, and his eyes lit up. “YOUR WISH…IS

I know the price

I’ll pay it here, this one time


His head whipped around, to see…he gasped.

She was there, in a misty white haze, looking amused at them
all. Her hair had grown long and lustrous, her smile was gentle and her eyes sparkled. Kami, she looked so young again…

“Bulma…” Vejita disengaged himself from his daughter and
tentatively reached a hand toward her.

His hand went through her face, he could not touch her, she was
but a spirit. “You-“

“It’s all right,” she said, her voice mellifluous and soft. “Oh
Gods, you’re still as stupid and stubborn as ever, with that silly ritual over
my grave.”

She laughed, a sweet ringing sound. Her light blue eyes turned
to her children. “I’m sorry, guys. I’m so proud of you both. Don’t feel bad about me, I’m happy where I am. Just get on with your lives, and Trunks, don’ t get too hung up on work, all right? That’s what hired assistants are for.
Bra-chan, make sure you keep up my image!”

Another laugh. But time was ticking away, she could only stay
so long…

Her face grew serious. “Vejita. Please, I beg of you, don’t
keep thinking of me that way. It’s not your fault. It never was. You’ve got two wonderful children to take care of. They need you. Please, just be happy for me.
At least you won’t have to deal with my bitching anymore.”

Her glowing form floated toward him. He was still speechless,
and once again tried reaching out to her.

“Seems like I’m doing all the talking,” she commented lightly.
“Haven’t you people got anything to say?”

“Thanks for everything, Kaasan,” Trunks said briefly. “I’d say
I love you, but then I said that already the last time…ne?”

She nodded and smiled. Bra spoke. “I could say I love you a
million times, it’s still not enough to bring you back. So I’ll just say it one more time. I love you, Okaasan.”

“Bulma,” Vejita whispered. The wondrous spirit before him had
begun to fade.

His hands longed to hold her desperately. Again they penetrated
nothing but mist.

“It’s okay,” she said softly. And she leaned forward and
planted a light kiss on his lips. It felt like air, but Vejita was overwhelmed at once.

So I’ve paid the price to see you again

I’ve made the sacrifice and I can’t pretend

“I…I love you,” he choked out. The phrase he had so dreaded to
say before, finally torn out from him.

“Baka.” The insult was like an affectionate caress. “You think
I didn’t know that? I love you too. Now, get on with your life. I’ll be

A wistful smile, and a stroke on his cheek…She vanished in a
curl of mist, echoes of the word “Aishiteru” ringing around the air.

Can’t pretend anymore…

Strangely the Dragonballs had not scattered, but had stayed
active and glowing. Dende placed them in a crystal box for safekeeping. “They’ll stay here while Shenlong heals.”

Vejita was quiet. He had seen her again. One last time, to make
amends for what he did not say at…at her death.

Their time had been so short! He needed her, he would never
stop needing her!

A pair of arms wrapped themselves around him, and another hand
rested on his shoulder. Two pairs of blue eyes looked hopefully into his.

Perhaps this was enough…


And now that there’s nothing left to say,

…Until we meet again, one sweet day…





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