Dragon Ball Super Fanfiction: Potential of Man - 11. Chapter 11
An Angel’s Reprieve
Bulma was sitting on her second-story patio at a small white round table with a large umbrella shading her, reading a small romance novella in her left hand with the index finger of her right hand around the handle of a steaming mug of coffee with a little pitcher of cream and sugar on the side. She was wearing an aqua blue tank top and comfortable white linen pants with a pair of sunglasses propped on her brow. It was a weekend and nearly 10:00 in the morning and the blue-haired genius was enjoying her morning leisure. Vegeta was up at 6:30 AM and training with Trunks in the gravity chamber up until now.
Her son Trunks, now fifteen, was beginning to look a bit like his future counterpart from back when Cell was a problem and he was taking his training with his father in more earnest. But two years prior, much to her surprise, the half-saiyan exhibited an interest in Capsule Corp and what his mother did, so he asked if she could take him to work sometime. This request thrilled her and since then, Bulma made an effort to take him to work with her once every two weeks and teach him something about computers, circuit boards, and robotics on the weekends, and much to her joy, he seemed to like the family business.
Bulma never hated Vegeta’s obsession with fighting or that Trunks trained with him for hours on end, but she was a little frustrated and sad to see that her boy didn’t spend as much time with her and cared little for any of his mother interests. But ever since her son showed an interest in her line of work, they developed a master/pupil relationship that she yearned for so much and Bulma even got a little insight into the man Trunks would grow up to be. Although the purple haired teenager still carried his father’s bravado and her sarcasm, his demeanor softened as he aged and she saw that her son was curious, inquisitive, creative, driven, and intelligent. It did require a little bit of brain power to sneak into the World Martial Arts Tournament with the disguise of a contestant in order to join the adult’s fighting roster, which actually left her impressed as well as embarrassed.
The woman finished 3 chapters, set her novella down, and smiled sipping her coffee. It was nearly 10:30 AM. By now the boys would have finished their training session and Trunks would be showering, resting, and coming by her lab for their personal mother/son bonding time. The blue-haired genius grinned ear-to-ear after finishing a sip. She was going to teach the teen how to build a computer from scratch; motherboard, ram, CPU, cooling agents, and all. She had all the parts necessary for its construction. Trunks wasn’t actually going to make each individual part but put them together. She had an old-school soldering iron prepped and ready for him and he was going to have to put right pieces in the right place and solder them there.
“We’re done training for now. Trunks should be out of the shower in a few minutes.” Bulma started for a moment and looked over her shoulder to see her husband stroll over and sit next to her at their small white table. He gazed at the city-scape for a moment and looked back to her which made the woman smile. His hair was still a little wet from the shower he clearly just took and he was wearing a wife beater with blue jeans and simple black flip flops.
“The Prince of All Saiyans wearing something BESIDES the saiyan warrior’s attire, what an honor to his beloved wife,” she emoted with obvious sarcasm. An obvious grin formed on at the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t get comfortable, this is only temporary,” he gruffly replied, though the grin still lingered.
“And are THOSE the jeans that I picked out for you?” Bulma continued in her exaggerated tone with a hand to her heart in “shock”. “My, don’t you look like a bad-boy,” she swooned rising from her seat and setting her shades on the table.
“And is that why you took a liking to me?” Vegeta inquired rolling his eyes. Bulma sat on his lap and wrapped her hands around his neck.
“At first,” she admitted. “You are also driven and VERY stubborn, which I do find quite attractive,” Bulma said matter-of-factly.
“I saw that,” Vegeta smugly replied snaking an arm around her waist with the grin even more present. They gazed at each other, then strangely, Bulma looked away from her husband and to her novella and her face changed into a sad expression. This change confused the warrior. “What’s the matter?” he asked. The woman gave no response. Just went on staring absentmindedly at her little book. The man glanced at where she was looking then back to her sad face.
“You know,” she began, “It’s not like what the books say… you know, about love and romance. Romances were my favorite books growing up, even now. The princess finds their prince and they live happily ever after.”
Vegeta was perplexed by her sudden morose attitude and his brow furrowed showing his confusion. She turned back and faced her husband. “What we did back then and so soon… it wasn’t… it wasn’t right.” Vegeta looked down solemnly. “And when I got pregnant with Trunks, you ran off for space and left me alone. That really infuriated me and… hurt a lot. But looking back, I can’t say I blame you. Becoming a father after a one-night-stand is pretty sudden.”
Vegeta looked away. He couldn’t look at her now. He wore a more somber expression now. “Does that mean you regret marrying me?”
Bulma grabbed the warrior’s head and turned it to hers. She smiled sweetly. “I regret how we started, but I could never regret marrying you. Make no mistake you are a handful more often than not, but I’ve seen you for the man you are.”
Her husband looked almost mockingly and rolled his eyes and then back to hers. “And what kind of man am I?”
Bulma giggled to herself. “The kind you think you’re not. The good kind.” She then leaned in kissed him sweetly. When she parted, he looked almost sad or even annoyed. “Hey, listen here Prince,” she gently demanded. “YOU ARE A GOOD MAN,” she spelled out, “And don’t let anyone tell you differently. You’re not always nice, but you are good. Okay?”
Vegeta still wasn’t looking at her earlier, but when she spelled it out for him, he looked back and met her eyes and marvel of marvels, he smiled. “Has anyone told you that you can be very annoying?”
Bulma laughed, “It takes one to know one tough guy.” they both laughed and the woman leaned her head against his and they both closed their eyes. They held this for a nice few moments simply enjoying the other’s company and touch. Vegeta then brought up his left hand to cup the face of his wife and gently pressed his lips to hers. After a few seconds they parted.
“Hmm. That was nice,” the woman smiled.
“Not “good”?” the man raised an eyebrow in a mock surprise. The woman giggled.
“Good and nice mean the same thing, dumby. And besides, YOU are capable of both. You’re not an Einstein, but I know you knew that.” Vegeta looked away with a fake guilty expression which made Bulma laugh.
“It appears I came at a bad time.” Bulma spun around and Vegeta stood to his feet clutching her to his side with his right hand around her waist and his left hand in front, generating a vibrant gold ball of energy towards the voice. Both were deeply surprised to see Whis standing before them, smiling sincerely like he always does. “I’m sorry I startled you both. I didn’t want to interrupt your moment.”
Vegeta’s trademark scowl came back in full force as he allowed the sphere to disintegrate and straightened to his full height, clearly angry by the angel’s rude entrance. Bulma stared blankly for a moment and then smacked her forehead with her palm and sighed, “That’s right, I forgot you were coming today. Why do you have to travel so fast.”
Her husband looked dumbfounded at his wife and then leaned back rolling his eyes. Of course Whis would drop in like this, it’s in his nature.
“So THIS is yakisoba,” the angel declared after receiving his steaming bowl from a local food stand. Bulma was now dressed in a simple red t-shirt, blue jeans, and white running shoes. Normally she stresses out over her appearance but wasn’t in the mood to care after Whis unceremoniously dropped in. He has an uncanny habit of coming in at the most unexpected times. Thankfully, she was able to still have her mother/son bonding time and help him start building his computer. During that time, Vegeta sparred with Whis inside the gravity chamber to relieve some stress. Now it was 12:43 pm and everyone had an appetite.
“Thanks for bringing us along, it’s been a while since I had yakisoba.” Trunks said sitting beside his mother and Vegeta grumpily sitting next to his son.
“Not a problem, kiddo,” Bulma chimed giving her son a playful punch on the shoulder.
Whis spoke to Vegeta, saying, “Your wife told me that you and Goku are teaching Gohan how to turn into a super saiyan god. How is his progress?”
Vegeta gruffly replied, “He has gotten much stronger, but he has yet to ascend to that level.”
“I see,” Whis nodded, “And if you don’t mind my prying, are you training Gohan out of the goodness of your heart, or with an ulterior motive?”
The proud saiyan glared, “When you’ve been training with an idiotic buffoon like Kakarot for nigh on twenty years, it tends to grate your skin.”
Whis laughed. “Fair enough,” he conceded.
Finally, the remaining three got their yakisoba respectively and Vegeta immediately dove into his bowl while the others ate with more poise and polish. Trunks, surprisingly, didn’t take to his meal as voraciously as he normally did and actually sat there prodding his food a little with his chopsticks. Bulma eyed her teen and had an odd look on his face, as if he had something on his chest or something to ask.
“Hey, is something wrong?” the mother inquired.
“No, it’s just… I was just wondering,” Trunks began, “if it was okay… if I invited a friend to join us.”
“Well sure you can,” Bulma answered sweetly. “Who did you want to bring?”
“Well… it’s… um…”
“Sorry I’m late!” called a familiar female voice. Bulma turned to face the source and saw a pretty black-haired girl, a little younger than trunks, wearing a white dress with large red polka-dots that stopped 2 inches below her knees and simple red shoes quickly walking to their table. A broad knowing smile spread across the mother’s face as she glanced at her boy and gave him a wink. The teenager blushed and looked away embarrassed and scratched his temple with his right finger, trying to shield the red. Vegeta, on the other hand, looked up with his mouth full and then back to his meal, unfazed by the new addition.
“It’s great to see you, Mai. And don’t you look cute in that dress,” Bulma complimented. Then she faced her boy. “You didn’t tell me you were inviting a special friend,” she smiled, glancing between the two. Trunks face flushed even redder and Mai blushed a little as well.
“Mom. You’re embarrassing me,” he whispered loudly.
“Well, that’s kinda my job kiddo,” she whispered back punching him lightly on the shoulder.
Whis chuckled quietly to himself, amused. Mai looked a little stiff, searching for a seat near Trunks obviously. Vegeta picked up on this and, to everyone’s surprise, quietly stood up with his bowl and sat next to Whis, leaving a vacant spot right next to his son. He didn’t say anything but after he sat down, he continued to eat his yakisoba, albeit with a little more manners. His scowl subsided as well and his face looked more muted and much less angry.
Mai blinked at this sudden show of kindness (especially since it’s from Vegeta) before she said, “Thank you Mr. Briefs.” Vegeta looked up and nodded, Mai took her spot next to Trunks, then ordered something for herself.
Over the next hour, Trunks and Mai lightened up and were chattering away about this and that as teenagers do and Bulma was talking with Whis about other various foods that she could treat him to, and later, introduced Whis to vanilla ice cream for dessert, which she had yet to do, and the angel was delighted with its simplistic taste. Vegeta maintained his muted expression and barely said or did anything other than eat his lunch and dessert and was now fiddling with his chopsticks leaning back in his chair. Then Trunks asked Whis a question. “Hey, Whis. I heard that you are training Krillin back at Beerus’s place, right? Is that true?”
“WHAT!?” Vegeta snapped his chopsticks betwixt his fingers and comedically fell out of his chair, prompting his wife to giggle and a few customers to look.
“There’s no need to be so loud Vegeta,” Whis said cleaning his ear with his pinky, “and yes. That is true, and Krillin has grown remarkably strong.”
The proud saiyan finally stumbled to his feet. “Do you mean to tell me that you have been training that bald weakling all this time for the last four months!” he erupted.
“Ugh! Again with the yelling,” the angel winced. The enraged saiyan was clenching his teeth and his hands were curled into menacing fists. Then he cocked his head to the side for a moment, bet his lip, and then straightened himself loosening his grip and crossing his arms, trying to calm down.
“I hope you realize that you’ve been wasting your time. That dwarf is just a human, and he’ll never be as strong as Piccolo let alone myself or Kakarot, ” Vegeta “calmly” stated.
Whis grinned slyly. “Are you sure about that, Vegeta?” he inquired. The proud saiyan didn’t reply, he just stood there giving a look that said Isn’t it obvious? “Well,” the angel said wiping his mouth with a napkin, “we will see if my tutelage was a “waste of time” or not very soon.” Whis then stood up from his empty bowl and turned to face Vegeta. “You see, his wife was not pleased with him for leaving so abruptly and without warning… which is partly my fault, I confess. But 18 told Krillin that if he wants her forgiveness, he’ll need to fight her and win… originally that is.”
That last statement caught the saiyan’s attention and he looked suspiciously at the calm angel. “Originally?” he queried.
“Indeed. At first, Krillin only needed to defeat his wife in a fight to earn her forgiveness.” Whis paused for dramatic effect. “However,” he continued, “Krillin had already surpassed 18 by the time she made her ultimatum.”
The saiyan’s eyes flickered briefly. Trunks’ eyes widened in surprise. He remembered when he fought 18 at the Budokai Tenkaichi tournament just a few years ago, and also how powerful she was. Bulma was the least surprised of the group. She had a sneaking suspicion that Krillin could and would get stronger just from the fact that Whis ‘kidnapped’ him to begin with and was more impressed by this knowledge than anything else. In fact, a smile tugged at the right of her cheek as she quietly rooted for her old friend.
“In fact,” Whis went on, “as he is now, Krillin is already stronger than Bibidi’s creation, Kid Buu.”
“Pah!” he dismissed with a wave of his hand. “There is no way a weakling like Krillin can get that strong. Stronger than Frieza before his resurrection, perhaps, but stronger than that infernal creature? Spare me your fantasy.” Vegeta turned and began to walk away.
“She told him to beat Goku.” The saiyan stopped in midwalk and his ears perked up. “18 informed Krillin that in order to earn her forgiveness, he needs to get strong enough to beat Goku. And I must tell you, don’t be presumptuous because of your warrior heritage, because that “weakling” does have the potential to rival you and Goku, and even exceed you,” he explained matter-of-factly. Vegeta straightened himself and turned only his head to lock eyes with the passive angel. He didn’t look to pleased and wore a deadly stare that churned with defiance and dripped with murder, but he didn’t say anything. Trunks and Mai glanced at each other nervously and Bulma calmly watched the cards fall where they will. After a few seconds, the saiyan turned around, summoned a clear aura, and took off to the sky causing many jaws from the accumulated spectators to drop.
Trunks and Mai looked at each other awkwardly. Bulma, on the other hand simply sighed, unfortunately accustomed to this behavior. “Some things just never change,” she said with a shrug as she stood from the table. Whis stood there smiling at the black dot that was quickly leaving his sight.
“I’d say he has much improved,” Whis replied. “If I said something like that a year ago, he would have tried to kill me.”
“Um, Whis?” Trunks piped up.
“Hmm?” the angel turned.
“There’s no way Krillin could actually get that powerful. He is only human after all,” the teenager doubted.
“And why can’t he?” Whis asked.
“Well, he’s just human,” he answered.
“And you’re just half of that,” his mother frowned and slapped the back of his head which made the regretful teen wince and rub his injury. The angel laughed and stepped towards the saiyan’s son.
“Well if you’re so certain, would you like to test Krillin’s abilities upon his return?” Whis offered. “If humans are truly so weak, then it should be no problem for a strong young man like you to take him on.” Bulma saw what he was doing and she smiled slyly. The angel was stroking the teenager’s pride, inviting him into a trap that he will surely pay dearly for. And her predictions were spot on.
Trunks crossed his arms and stuck his nose in the air, wearing a proud smirk on his face. “It’s obviously going to be a waste of time, but I guess I’ll give it a go. See if he can handle a few rounds. But I really doubt it.” Mai was resting her chin on her hand and rolled her eyes at the her crush’s bravado. Although he has matured much, he was still Trunks, son of the great saiyan prince, and Bulma could have sworn she was looking at a teenage version of Vegeta. Albeit with straight purple hair.
“Shall we, as you earthlings say, shake on it?” Whis asked extending his free hand to the young saiyan fool.
“Sure, let’s do it,” he answered and sealed his fate with an enthusiastic handshake.
“Splendid,” the angel chimed. “I look forward to your bout,” he encouraged when the two released their grip. “Oh, pardon me Bulma,” he inquired as he turned and faced the blue-haired genius. “What will you be treating me for dinner tonight? I simply can’t wait to try something new,” the angel beamed like a bright-eyed child begging for a new toy.
Bulma closed her eyes and shook her head with an amused smile. “Have I introduced you to a little something called burritos yet?” the angel shook his head excitedly. “It’s a popular dish from West City… who may have gotten the idea from a poorer country just south of them. But I’ve tried it and it’s pretty good.”
“That sounds exquisite! I can’t wait to try this delicacy!” the angel chimed.
3 Hours Earlier
18 and her daughter Marron were dressing up and getting ready for their training routine that morning. The mother finished strapping the weights on her wrists and ankles and slipping on her weighted vest and slid her tracksuit over the bands whose total weight was increased to 150 tons. Her daughter followed suit and zipped her thin jacket shut over her new weighted vest that Dende made for her. The total weight of her bands were still hundreds of times less than her mother’s, but it she had gotten stronger over the weeks and it was upped to 50 lbs. Mother just slipped on her running shoes while her daughter put her hair up into a ponytail. Once she finished, 18 also took a small band and tied her hair back into a ponytail like Marron. Over the past 2 months, she decided to grow her hair out for a change just to see how she would look. So far her hair was touching her shoulders and she was pleased with it. Marron had finished tying her shoes when the two warriors heard a knock at the door. The noise surprised 18 since she didn’t sense any energy, but then she thought for a moment and then smiled, having a small idea who it could be. She walked to the door and opened it to find the whimsical smiling angel on the other side.
“Good morning 18 and Marron,” Whis chimed, “and how are you doing today?” The angel looked at the two in their sports gear. “Gearing up for training are we?”
“Yup,” the mother replied, “Marron and I were just heading out. Would you like to join us? Oh, and we are doing great by the way.”
“Why, I’d love to,” the angel replied. “I have plenty of time until Bulma takes me to lunch, but I will have to leave just before noon. Will that be okay.”
“Sure,” 18 said, “we normally workout for only 2 hours on a weekend anyway.” She turned to her daughter and asked, “Would you be alright with Whis joining us today?”
“Yeah, that would be cool. And can I ask you a question?” The blue angel nodded. “You’re teaching Dad how to fight, right?” He nodded again “Can you teach me how to fight like Dad?” Marron beamed. The girl thought the angel could give her a few tips and maybe train her to shoot lasers out of her hands like her father. At this point, her 18 hadn’t taught her about ki yet.
“I thought that was my job,” her mother said with a mock disappointed face. The girl laughed nervously rubbing the back of her head with her right.
The blue angel smiled at the enthusiastic child and knelt down to her height. “As much as I’d love to, don’t you think it would be more fun to learn it from your father when he comes back?” Whis queried. The child paused for a moment and turned to the side bringing her hand to her mouth, curling the index finger just over her upper lip leaning her head down, looking deep in thought. She rocked back and forth on her heels while looking intensely at the ground, weighing her decision. Whis and 18 briefly glanced at each other, sharing an amused smile and then back to the deciding daughter. After a few more seconds of contemplation, the girl turned back to the angle and said, “Now that I think about it, that would be cool. Yeah, I think I’ll do that. I just hate waiting is all. I miss him,” she said crossing her arms looking slightly sad.
The angel shot a finger into the air as if his remembered something and reached into his royal tunic and pulled out a letter, holding it with his two primary fingers. “Before I left, your father told me to deliver this letter you and your mother.
“REALLY?! Dad sent us a letter?” the girl elated. But in a moment and a whip of wind, the letter disappeared from the smiling angel’s hand and appeared in 18’s as she studied the white envelope with meticulously, much to her daughter’s shock and surprise. She swiftly opened the envelope and pulled out a page filled with her husband’s handwriting, casting the paper package aside and scanned through the message with great attention and read it aloud
Dear Marron and 18,
Hi. It’s really been a while now hasn’t it. I miss you both very much. And I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me for leaving so suddenly. That was wrong and I didn’t act like a good husband or dad. Frankly, I’m not very sure how to write this. Dad is being very silly, but let me tell you about my progress.
I’m a lot stronger now, and I mean A LOT stronger. Remember when we talked last time and, Whis said I was already as strong as you? Well now I’m stronger than Kid Buu. Writing that now, you wouldn’t know who that was and Marron was too little to remember, but he was the strongest version of that pink bubble gum thing turned us into chocolate and… yeah. He was a pretty bad guy. Yamcha and I ran into him when we were in the other world and he almost blew that place up without a problem. The strongest fighters from the four corners of the universe couldn’t do a thing against him and now I’m stronger than him.
So… yeah. Kinda weird change to be that strong now, but definitely a welcome one. But it was very hard to get there. Whis made me wear yellow weighted clothes that were ridiculously heavy and nearly impossible to move around in for weeks and do over 2000 punches and kicks every day which increased over time. I had to wear that thing all day when I trained until I went to bed. But it really did pay off.
I’m now learning how to do Ki Magnification. Whis taught it to me before he left. It’s a hard technique, but one that will help me start to rival Goku. By the time you and Marron are reading this, I’m probably busting my butt and making a mess trying to learn it.
But I miss you. I miss you both a lot I know I already said it, but I am sorry. Please forgive me and I can make it up to you. Sorry this letter is so short, but I don’t know what else to say right now. I think I’m getting taller, but that’s probably just me.I love you both so much and I can’t wait to get back so I can see you in person.
P.S. Marron, tell me what you want for your birthday and I’ll see what I can do. Make sure Mom doesn’t know.