Forgotten Tears of a Warrior

chapter 11


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Dark eyes opened, slowly focusing to see the surrounding
area. He knew the room he was in before he even opened his eyes. The smell of
disinfectant and sterile sheets had told him a while ago. The lights were
dimmed, and only the slightest of sounds could be heard in the room. Goku
shakily pushed himself up from the bed, his body screaming at him to lie back
down, but that wasn’t a choice at the moment. Everyone knew too much already.
He couldn’t let them know the whole truth. He could hear Vegeta now, mocking
him. Telling him how much of a weakling he truly was. He was third class after
all, and with the events recently would only amount to more verbal abuse from
his prince.
 


With a ragsighsigh, Goku found his balance, enough to sit
up right on the bed he was in. He shook his head, willing away a wave of
dizziness that threatened to send him crashing back on the pillows.
 


“Have to leave…don’t want to be laughed at…can’t
let the boys see…” His words were mumbled, he knew in the back of his mind
that he had to get out of there right now. He pulled at the plastic tubing that
was connected to his arm, ripping the first one out cleanly, while the second
line broke, leaving the small needle embedded into his arm. He hissed slightly,
watching the blood drip from the wound he just made. It would heal. Every thing
would heal in time. The pale white sheets were discarded next, tossed carelessly
to the floor. The young Saiyan’s movements were jerky, but he willed his limbs
to cooperate with what little of his strength he had. He gasped sharply, a
stabbing pain shut up from his groin to his chest as he swung his feet over the
edge of the bed. He groaned in frustration as he noticed the catheter that was
connected to his body. He gritted his teeth, locking his jaw tight to bit back a
scream he knew would come from removing it from such a ‘sensitive’
area. With one swift jerk, the plastic tubing that was once connected into his
bladder was now laying on the floor along with the IV lines that he had removed
as well.
 


The pain was unreal. But his thoughts told him that a senzu
bean would heal the problem in no time, if he had one to spare that is. With one
arm clutching at his lower abdomen and the other keeping him upright, Goku
staggered his way out of the med bay and out into the darkened corridors of
Capsule Corp. His next objective, an exit.
 


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 


 


Bulma bit at her thumbnail, watching the young dark haired
demi sittby hby himself in the wide windowsill that over looked the darkened
gardens in the back yard. Goten had refused lunch and dinner as well, keeping
himself quiet and distant from everyone. The poor boy was heartbroken, a bundle
of unfathomable emotions quelling up deep inside him. Trunks had told her that
Goten had sobbed like a baby the whole time they were down in the med bay, but
as soon as they left, Goten had quieted, and hadn’t spoken or cried since. The
young demi prince nleptlept on the couch, not too far away from where Goten sat
now. Trunks was exhausted with the recent events, and Bulma was worried about
him also. The news of your boyfriend’s mother sedating her whole family
probably hurt him as bad as it did Goten. But Trunks kept that too himself,
keeping his emotions bottled up just like his royal sire.
 


“Onna, go to bed.”
 


“And who are you to tell me when I go to bed? It’s only
ten o’clock.” Bulma hissed back, turning around to face her ex. Vegeta
smirked, crossing his arms before scanning the room. His smirk didn’t last
very long when he saw his son asleep and Goten silently keeping to himself, away
from everyone else.
 


“I don’t know what to do. He won’t talk to Trunks or
myself. He didn’t even eat today.”
 


“Just leave him alone. He’s had enough to deal with
already today. If he doesn’t start eating by tomorrow, we’ll have to force
him. It isn’t wise for a Saiyan to go so long without food.”
 


“Yeahshoushould go check on Goku one last time before I
go to bed though. Just as long as he doesn’t hit me again.” Bulma chuckled,
making her way towards the lab hallway. Vegeta was quick to follow, wanting to
return to the med bay after being absent for a while. He needed some exercise
and food, figuring the younger Saiyan would be all right and still out of it
while he was gone for an hour.
 


“That was your own damn fault. You shouldn’t have been
messing around like that.” The banter continued, echoing off the walls as they
made their way to the med bay.
 


Goten took the opportunity of not being watched, and made
his way to the nearest exit. If it wasn’t Trunks watching over him, it was
another Briefs member close by. Why couldn’t they leave him alone to think?at hat he really wanted to do was talk to his older brother. Maybe he would know
what was going on. Gohan knew everything, so why not ask. His head was feeling
better, but his stomach still lurched at the thought of what was happening.
 


‘Those sandwiches were drugged, Goten. You’ve been
here almost two days now.’


 


He shook his head, trying desperately to clear those words.
His mother wouldn’t do something like that to him. He was…
 


‘You’re just like your father.’ ChiChi spat at the
young Goku look-a-like with a distasteful look on her face.
 


Pictures of his father flashes through his mind, fthe the
day that they met, to what he saw that morning. The strongest warrior the entire
universe had ever seen reduced to a sluggish deteriorated state. Goten walked
quickly from the domed house, out into the back yaHe wHe was going to find some
answers even if it killed him. He glanced back at the house, a feeling of
uneasiness washing over him. Trunks would be disappointed and upset that he
wouldn’t be there when he woke. He never did like having Trunks mad at him. He
was the world to the young demi Saiyan. But would Trunks be mad if he only
wanted answers?
 


Something out of the corner of his eye caught his
attention. Something out of place for that time of night. It was a low painful
sounding moan that drew more of his attention.
 


“Dad?” Goten choked out, rubbing his eyes to make sure
he wasn’t dreaming the whole scene up. His father was leaning against the
building, totally nude. Goku made no move to look up or acknowledge his teenaged
son, just moaned again before collapsing to the ground. Goten sprinted as fast
as he could to his father’s side. His body was still feeling the after effects
of the drugs, but he paid them no mind at the moment. He had to be with his dad.
 


“Dad? What the hell? You’re supposed to be inside
getting rest!” The young Son’s voice was soft as he spoke, his hands very
gentle as he tried to pull his father up in a sitting position.
 


“Leave me alone…” Goku managed to pant out, throwing
his arm in Goten’s direction, trying to keep his son away from him.
 


“No! I’m not leaving, never.”
 


“Go away, Goten. Ahhhh…unnngh…” Goku groaned out,
arm tightening around his waist. The dark haired demi leaned back, taking in his
father’s condition. The blood that stained his right arm to the blood that was
trickling down his thighs…
 


“Dad you’ve hurt yourself. Stop fighting me, you need
help.” Goten stumbled to his feet, trying to pull his father up with him. The
young Son was in near panicked state. Did his father really want people to leave
him alone in his condition? To rip out all the medical stuff, causing more pain
and damage to himself? He must have been desperate to run away and hide. But why
hide when everyone at Capsule Corp. knew what was going on to begin with? Was
there more to the situation that no one was telling the young Son?
 


 


Vegeta had slammed his fist into the nearest wall, denting
it almost beyond repair when he noticed Kakarott missing from the bed. Bulma
shrieked at the Saiyan prince’s outburst, mumbling to herself about his bad
temper.
 


“Damn it, I knew he’d try something stupid like this!
He really wants to die doesn’t he?” 
 


“He couldn’t have gotten very far, Vegeta. Gods, he
must be in pain from ripping that catheter line out.” Bulma cringed, not
wanting to imagine that type of pain.
 


“No shit, onna. Damn stubborn ass baka! What do I need to
do? Ki cuff him to the bed?”
 


“Isn’t that alittle extreme, Vegeta? For Dende sakes,
he’s probably so confused and disorientated!”
 


“I don’t give a fuck!” Vegeta snarled, stalking out
of the medical bay, finding the younger full blood’s ki not too far off…with
Goten’s?
 


“Wait for me, damn it Vegeta!”
 


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 


“Just go away…before you get hurt…”
 


“Before I get hurt? Have you forgotten, Dad? I’ve
already been hurt. Too many people have been hurt because of her.” The last
word was spat distastefully from the demi Saiyan’s mouth. How could his Dad
think that he was the only one that was hurt by all of this? He wouldn’t have
suffer any longer in silence.
 


“Just go…” Goten bit at his bottom lip. There was no
way he could convince his sire that he was there to help, and wouldn’t cause
anything else to happen.
 


“Why? Why was she doing this? How could you let her get
away with doing all those horrible things Dad? Why? You’re a million times
stronger then her, but you let her do that sort of thing to you?”
 


“That’s enough, Goten. Go inside brat.” The voice was
low, dangerous sounding, but Goten obeyed. Bulma and Trunks stood near the open
door, light flooding out into the darkened yard. Taking one last look, Goten
made his way towards thuse.use. He wouldn’t get his answers that night, but he
would get them soon.
 


“Come on, Goten. Lets get you to bed. Dad will take care
of everything.” Trunks wrapped his arm around Goten’s shoulder, pulling him
close as he led the younger demi into the house. Bulma silently regarded the
situation. If Goku wouldn’t trust the rest of them, would he trust Vegeta? She
really didn’t know the answer, but she put her trust in Vegeta. She left the
door, going back down to the med bay to ready it for Goku once again.
 


“Baka.” Vegeta muttered, kneeling down in the grass
next to Goku. The younger warrior paid no attention to him, is mind still
processing what his son was just yelling at him. All the questions, which he
didn’t have the answers for. He let his wife drug him; rape him whenever she
felt like it. A stronger person would have left a long time ago, before any of
it would have happened, but not him. He wasn’t as naïve as he once was. He
knew what marriage was now, and damn he didn’t like it one bit. He loved being
a father though. His boys were his pride and joy. They kept him going when the
going was tough. Gohan, the scholar. He was so proud of that boy. And Goten, the
little boy he knew nothing about grew to be a fine young man. He was very proud
of him as well. The boys and his granddaughter were the only ones keeping him
from disappearing.
 


“Kakarot, you need to go back to the med…”
 


“I don’t want to go back there.” The younger Saiyan
growled out, trying to get back on his feet. He hated the fact that he was
kneeling in pain in front of his prince. He didn’t want Vegeta to have an
upper hand in the situation. He couldn’t take any more of the verbal abuse
from Vegeta; he couldn’t take anymore of the physical and mental abuse from
his wife. He couldn’t take it anymore.
 


“Damn you’re stubborn. Fine then. You will sleep and
recuperate in my sleeping quarters then. I think you will find the
accommodations more to your liking.”
 


“No.”
&;
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“You have no say in the matter, Kakarot. I will not have
you wandering around in this condition. Would you like your boys, or your grand
brat of yours to find you dead some place?”
 


“Shut up.”
 


“What are you going to do Kakarot? Fight me in your
condition?” Goku heaved an uneasy breath, but lunged at the Saiyan prince
anyways. Vegeta dodged the simple attack, watching the larger warrior stumble.
Goku saw the green blur of grass coming up to meet his face, he closed his eyes,
waiting for it, but it never came. But the pain from his lower half caught up to
him, making him groan loudly at the tenderness.
 


“Baka, you need a senzu. And some clothes.” Goku
shivered at the warm breath he felt against his neck. Vegeta loosened his grip
on the younger Saiyan, hoisting an arm around his neck to help Goku back inside.
 


The walk from the back yard to Vegeta’s room was slow and
painful. Goku was determined to make it there under some of his own power. He
had his pride, just like Vegeta, but it never really showed as much at the
grumpy prince’s.
 


Vegeta watched from the corner of his eye as they made
their way towards his room. Kakarot was whimpering lightly in pain, a grimace
gracing his otherwise happy face. His skin was still very warm to the touch, but
the fever had been lowered. The smaller warrior frowned. It still would be days
before Kakarot’s body would be free of the toxic drugs that the fucking woman
had injected him with. But then what? Would Kakarot disappear again? Would he
act like nothing happened? But his musing was cut short by a strangled sob from
the man he was helping. Kakarot’s face was contorted, eyes screwed shut
tightly, tears streaming down his pale face. Was he crying about physical pain?
Kakarot could take a ki blast point blank range and not flinch, but Vegeta
didn’t want to dwell on the question any longer. Vegeta’s bedroom was only a
few rooms away; the prince could see the door. He would get a senzu bean for the
baka and put him to bed, where he belonged in the first place.
 


The healing bean was right where Vegeta knew it would be,
the top dresser drawer, just under his pristine white training gloves. He turned
back to the bed, watching the steady stream of tears still coursing their way
down the younger Saiyan’s face.
 


“Here.” The prince pushed the bean past Goku’s lips,
waiting for him to chew. It was several moments before the younger Saiyan did
so, letting the healing properties do their magic. But the tears where still
there. Vegeta sighed; he knew nothing about comforting someone in this state. He
continued to watch as Goku lay back against the pillows, curling himself up as
tightly as he could.
 


‘Damn it, damn it, damn it.’ Vegeta mentally
shouted as he toed off his boots and crawled in bed beside the younger Saiyan.
He pulled the warm comforter up around them, before propping his head up against
his hand, while using the other to swept gently through Goku’s hair.
 


 


Several rooms down, Trunks was doing the same exact thing.
Goten was laying against Trunks’ chest, eyes close, only feeling the soft
touches of his koi’s fingers.
 


“Trunks?”
 


“Hmmm?” Trunks stopped his hand and looked down.
 


“Do you think I’m just like my Dad?”
 


“Not exactly, why?”
 


“Nothing, just something Mom had said…”
 


“Don’t even take anything she’s ever said to you to
heart.”
 


“But…”
 


“No buts, Goten.”
 


“Is that the reason why she did that to me? Because I’m
just like Dad?” Trunks was shocked. But the question did make perfect sense.
Did that evil bitch do this because Goten was so much like his father?
 


“Goten-koi. She’s just a very sick individual that
needs some kind of help. What she did to your Dad and to you is something only
desperate people would do. What ever her motives were is no excuse for any of
it. I’ll make sure she never sees you aga
&n
 


“But if it was an accident?”
 


“I don’t care if that stuff was meant to poison rats,
she’s never coming around you again, Goten. You can count on that.” The
young demi prince’s statement was punctuated by a kiss to Goten’s forehead
as he continued to glide his fingers through his hair. Goten sighed and closed
his eyes again. Trunks would always be there for him…