Chapter Seven
Curled up on the oversized recliner Felicity flipped through the channels as she tried reminding herself over and over again why she had come all this way. Seeing his face made the dream world, or perhaps her memories, real. Rubbing her arms at the breeze coming in from the open doors leading to the patio she sensed his presence before he ever spoke, "You should really shut the door. A girl can catch a cold ya know?" she said quietly as she didn't need to turn her eyes to see his reaction. The small tilt of his head and the narrowing of his eyes, the deepening of his smirk. "You-catch a cold?" he said finally breaking the silence, as the small click of the french doors shutting told her she was now in an enclosed space with him. Her dream, her nightmare. Now turning to face him she lowered her eyes as she tried to steel herself.
Vejita watched with engaging curiousity and tenderness as Felicity manuvered slowly on the recliner to face him at the door. As she did so many times in their forgotten past. Always the same. The same doe eyed eyes lowered as she would slowly lift them with the hint of a smile on her rosy heart shaped face. . .
The hint of an uncontrolable smile appeared on her face as Felicity looked to Vejita now. Carefully. Throughly.
So many questions ran through his mind, where have you been, why arent you dead, why are you here, do you know what this is doing to me, are you really my Felicity~my princess, why are you so young, do you still love me?
As if to hear his thoughts Felicity turned her eyes down again and stared at her fingers, "I don't know. . " was all she said, her own eyes watering she turned them to him again as she smiled tightly, "I don't like the mustache. .. or the clothes. . .It doesn't suit you."
"This?" he said rubbing his mustache as he watched her intensely walk slowly over to him.
"Yea. .. you look like my grandfather" the minute it came from her mouth she stopped in midstride as she looked at him strickenly.
On this world her grandfather had died. . .she never knew him.
"Your grandfather was a great warrior." Vejita said slowly as he titled his head slightly.
Clearing her throat she nodded, "Er. . .why are you here? How many times am i going to ask you before you tell me?" she snapped trying to hide her confusion.
"Why are YOU here. . .You aren't from here. . .Your accent is obvious" he snapped. As always she had begun to rile him up. 'I am the ROYALTY HERE NOT HER' he thought once again as he had so many times as a young man. . .but she just had to smile that damn half smile and he was all gone to pieces. But she didn't now. She just looked at him, closely. 'Difference number one' he thought as he stared at her, 'how is it she is still the age that she was when the planet. .. ' he thought as he drifted. Seeing him drift Felicity took the opportunity to compose herself, "Well. . ." she said rubbing her eyes, "I don't know why i am here" she said finally.
"You don't know who I am do you?" he said quietly, knowing he didn't want to hear the answer.
"Vejita~~~" Bulma began on a well intended tirade but was immediately cut off with the sphere slowly climbing to hover in the middle of the air. "Mom what did you do?" Trunks asked as he moved towards his mother and stared suspiciously at the sphere as a small blue center appeared and from there beamed a ray of light on the white wall.
"Chichi?" Goku questioned knocking on the door insistently. No answer came from their bedroom. "Chichi?" he repeated but to no avail. Sighing he sank to the ground and crossed his legs, it had been awhile since he had seen her so visibly upset.
"Hey dad" Gohan said marching up the stairs to see his father leaning against the door.
"Gohan do you know what is wrong with your mother?" Goku asked slowly.
Stilling slightly Gohan stared at his father, "Do you really not know?"
Violet eyes, heart shaped face, rosy cheeks, pouty lips. . .she was a dead ringer for the woman in the supermarket that had ran into her Bulma mused, but a difference stood out. The usual dark smoky curly hair was now vivid red and curly. "My dearest Felicity .. .I hope you can forgive me for this. . ." she began as Trunks eyes literally popped out of his head.
Onto Chapter Eight. . .
Take me back to the beginning. . .
