Forgotten Tears of a Warrior

I do not own the rights to DBZ so please do not sue me


I do not own the rights to DBZ so please do not sue me. 


 


Forgotten tears of a Warrior-SDPG-SSM
 


 


Loud guitar riffs and bassy drums could be heard coming
from the west wing of Capsule Corp. Bulma Briefs cringed as the music started
once again. She was clear on the other side of the building and the strains of a
man’s singing voice could still be heard.
 


“Don’t those boys have anything better to do? I can’t
get anything done with that crap blaring like that.” She grumbled to herself,
throwing down a screwdriver on her workbench before stalking her way towards the
offending noise.
 


Deep within the west wing, being covered up by the loud
music, moans and groans meant for the only two people in the room could be
heard. A furious make out session was being waged between two young demi
saiyans.
 


“Annngh Chibi please I want you!” Trunks growled out,
still attacking his prey with nips and kisses.
 


“TURN THAT STUFF DOWN TRUNKS BEFORE I COME IN THERE AND
DO IT FOR YOU!” The voice of the resident female genius sobered the mood like
a bucket of ice water.
 


“Sorry Mom!” Trunks apologized quickly after turning
down the music with a frown. Goten pushed himself up on the bed, straightening
his shirt. He silently thanked Bulma for screaming at them. He loved Trunks to
death, but wasn’t ready for the next step in their relationship. The thought
of his parents, or Trunks’ parents finding out what they’ve been doing sent
shivers up his spine. He wasn’t about to lose his prince because of their
parents.
 


“Sorry Trunks, I guess I better be going before your
mother blows a gasket or something.” Goten rambled out, going towards the
bedroom door.
 


“Chibi?”
 


“Huh?” Goten turned his head, hand still poised on the
doorknob.
 


“Why won’t you let me go farther then we have? You know
I love you right?”
 


“Of course I know koi, its just…I…I’m not ready for
that ok?”
 


“When will you be ready? When I’m old an gray?”
 


“Trunks please don’t be like this. You know that I love
you with everything I have and beyond. I’ll let you know…I’m sorry.”
Goten opened the door and escaped before Trunks could throw another comment
back. The demi prince’s last statement stung a little, but he did the right
thing, or though he thought.
 


The young demi-saiyan’s mind was off in another world as
he ascended the stairs, ready to make his way towards the back yard of the
complex to take off for home. His mother was expecting him home soon anyway for
chores since his father had disappeared a few days ago…again.
 


Heaving a heavy sigh, he lifted off the ground only to stop
just above the treetops when he felt a familiar ki on the horizon.
 


“Dad?” He whispered out, his brows furrowing when he
recognized Vegeta’s ki along with his father’s. He watched as two dots on
the horizon became bigger at a slow pace. It wasn’t like his father to fly all
that much, not when he could use his instant transmission to get from here to
there in a blink of an eye. Almost antagonizingly slow, the two saiyan warriors
made their way to the compound’s back yard, lowering slowly to the ground.
Goten was flabbergasted at the sight almost immediately. The prince was holding
his father upright on his feet.
 


?” G?” Goten lowered himself back to the ground,
rushing towards his father, who still had an arm braced over Vegeta’s neck,
his head hung low, knees threatening to buckle again with his weight.
 


“Don’t just stand there and gape at us. Help me with
this baka!” Vegeta snapped loudly, shifting his weight with the heavy Kakarott
in his grasp.
 


“Hey Goten.” Goku greeted his son weakly as his other
arm was tossed across his youngest son’s shoulders.
 


“What happened to you? Did Vegeta try to kill you?”
Vegeta just snorted, rolling his eyes at the idiotic question the boy asked.
 


“I just need something to eat, maybe a little sleep and
I’ll be good as new son.” The gentle warrior answered, as he was lead into
the house.
 


They maneuvered the large saiyan around furniture and
doorframes to the guest area of the west wing. As the three topped the stairs,
Trunks was standing in his bedroom doorway watching his face set in a scowl as
they passed. This did not go unnoticed by the prince. Goten had looked away as
soon as his son came into view. Vegeta knew there was something between the two
boys for over a year now. Scents don’t lie, especially when both would be
covered with the other boy’s scent. He also knew why his son was scowling. The
mix of arousal and sweat was clinging to the humid air, but the scent of sex was
not.
 


‘Still playing hard to get eh brat?’ He thought
wickedly, glancing at the young demi out of the corner of his eye. Finding one
of the empty guesms ams at the end of the hall, Vegeta deposited his burden on
the young Son, stalking out of the room in a huff.
 


“Are you sure you’re ok Dad? Mom and me have been
worried about you.”
 


“Just training too hard again. You know how that is.”
‘I’m sure your Mother was worried about me. Just worrying when the next time
she’ll have to drug me.’
 


“You train too much Dad. Why don’t you come home with
me? Mom will get you back in shape.”
 


‘If you only knew Goten…’
 


“Here. Shower is over there. I expect you clean before I
see your face again.” Vegeta barked out, shoving a pile of towels and clean
clothing at Goku.
 


“Thanks Vegeta. I really do appreciate this.” The
prince snorted, his way of saying ‘you’re welcome’ and exited the
room once again. Goku smiled faintly, he was away from home, and somewhere he
felt safe atleast.
 


“Dad?”
 


“Huh? What was that Goten?”
 


“I asked if you were going to come home with me.”
 


“I’ll be home soon. I just have some things to work out
for myself. Take care of your mother for me.” Goku cringed inwardly as he
spoke the last words. He could careless about the woman now. His only concerns
were Goten and Gohan and his family. What really worried him was Goten staying
at the house by himself. Granted he was sixteen now, but he could end up in the
same boat as he was and he didn’t want to see his youngest like that. He would
kill that woman if she ever harmed a hair of either of his children or
granddaughter for that fact.
 


“Alright Dad. I’ll see you soon then.” Goten gave a
wave as he exited the room. Now Goku could curse to himself alone. He never
meant for Vegeta to find him and he never ever meant for Goten to see him like
this. He grabbed a fist full of his orange gi, looking at the tattered and torn
patches along his shirts. His navy blue sash was barely holding his ripped pants
to his body. He was an utter and total mess.
 


 He stumbled
towards the bathroom just across from the bed he was sitting on. Relieving
himself of his disgusting clothing, Goku leaned against the sink, looking at his
naked body in the wide mirror before turning on the hot water for his shower.
His skin looked paler then it usually did. The dark circles under his eyes told
the story that he was lacking sleep, or should he say quality of sleep anyways.
He ran a hand down his chest, across his washboard stomach. He didn’t look
thinner, but the way his clothing was fitting, it had to be true.
 


Hot billowy steam filled the small room quickly making the
visibility in the mirror almost useless. Taking a few trembling steps, Goku
sighed loudly as the hot water enveloped him, relaxing sore muscles and
cleansing away days worth of sweat and dirt. Arms outstretched against the cool
tiled walls to hold himself up, Goku smiled for the first time in days.
 


 


Vegeta had found his way to the kitchen, grumbling about
the third class baka that was now upstairs in his house. He couldn’t believe
himself that he took pity on the younger saiyan, but something in Kakarott’s
demeanor when he found him that afternoon told him something was wrong.
 


“He had the nerve to lie to me! I know he wasn’t
training!” He grumbled loudly, shifting around the center island, pulling out
the ingredients to make some sandwiches with. Hell he couldn’t believe he was
making food for the damn fool.
 


“This is pathetic! Here I am, The Prince of all Saiyans
and I’m standing here making that third class moron something to eat!”
 


“What are you bitching about in here?” Bulma said
snidely as she entered the kitchen, grabbing something to drink from the fridge.
 


“No of your damn business woman. Don’t you have
something better to do? Perhaps go bother your lover or something?” Vegeta
snipped out as he continued to make sandwiches. He could hear her huff and stomp
out of the room, brining a huge grin to his face.
 


 He really
liked to irritate her; it was the highlight of his day. It was shortly after
Bura had been born that Vegeta moved out of the master bedroom into his old room
down the hall. It was a mutual agreement of sorts. He stayed only to be with his
children. He could take lovers and her the same. Sadly, Vegeta really didn’t
want a ‘new’ lover to complicate his life again. Bulma was just about enough
to drive him insane. While he went without companionship, Bulma had reconciled
her relationship with Yamcha, and both lived at the huge complex.
 


Piling all the sandwiches on a platter, Vegeta made his way
up the stairs, cringing when he walked by Trunks’ bedroom there was loud,
angry sounding music being played within. This really wasn’t all surprising,
Trunks was always like this when the youngest brat of Kakarott turned him down.
 


The door to the room he had given to the third class baka
was ajar letting small plumes of steam out of the cracks. Silently he toed the
door open, the steam hitting him full force as he entered into the sauna heat.
Condensation was already forming on the windows as the hot water continued to
run just inside the bathroom.
 


“What the hell is he doing in there? Boiling his skin
off?” The prince grumbled out, setting down the platter on the nightstand
before going to the bathroom. His eyes widened slightly, taking in the naked
glory of the younger saiyan in front of him. As he expected, the poor fool
looked like hell even with the dirt scrubbed away.
 


‘Why did he let himself go like this? He is always at the
top of his training, always striving for the next level, but this?’ The saiyan
before him, the first in many millennia to become the legendary was nothing but
a skittish fool in front of him now. 
 


Even with the weight loss, Goku’s body was still one to
admire. The chiseled muscles that moved his body with such grace made any man
fear or envy him. His pale skin was even paler then normal giving him a fine
china doll effect. His soaked hair draped over his shoulders in soft ribbon like
trails. Goku was still in the same position as before, arms holding him up,
fingers splayed on the moist tile, legs spread slightly, keeping himself
balanced as the water beat down on him.
 


Ebony eyes of the prince followed the planes of muscles
from the warriors neck downwards, face heating with the sight of his
ex-enemy’s cock hanging flaccidly between the spread legs, water rushing down
it in small rivers only to drip off from the head. Vegeta turned his back
quickly, getting more then just an eyeful to last him for the day.
 


“Kakarott! Are you going to stay in there all damn day or
are you going for the record of how many of those damn wrinkles you can get on
your body?”
 


“Oh, hey Vegeta. I’ll be out in a minute.” The
younger saiyan said over the sound of the running water. Moments later the water
cut off and the transparent shower curtain pulled back. Goku quickly dried
himself off the best he could, wrapping the damp towel around his waist before
entering the bedroom.
 


“Here, I made you something to eat. I hope you appreciate
it because it won’t happen ever again.” Goku looked at san sandwiches in
curiosity. He was so hungry, his mouth watered at the sight, but something was
stopping him from snatching up the platter and devouring the whole thing in
fifteen seconds flat.
 


“Umm, thanks Vegeta. I’ll eat after I get dressed.”
The prince cocked an eyebrow. This wasn’t like Goku at all not to drop
everything at the moment to eat.
 


“What ever Kakarott.” And with that, the prince left
the room scowling as the loud music assaulted his hearing once again.
 


 


Goku sat on the bed staring at the food that was beckoning
to him. His stomach rumbling loudly in protest against his brain.
 


‘Vegeta wouldn’t hurt me.’ He kept repeating in his
mind. With a trembling hand, he picked up one of the sandwiches, looking it over
for a moment before lifting it to his nose to smell. He quickly found out that
some drugs that his wife used had a distinct smell to them while others had no
smell or taste at all. Hell it wasn’t just the food either. She had gone as
far as putting drugs in his drinks and even the toothpaste he used every
morning.
 


“I trust you Vegeta. You’re about the only one that I
can trust now besides my sons.” He lifted the meat and bread combination to
his mouth, taking a small bite.
 


 


 


Shortly after two in the morning, Vegeta woke with a start.
The hum of his gravity chamber echoed through the halls from the other end of
the house. Quickly tossing a pair of boxers on his naked frame, Vegeta stalked
towards the source of the noise. He knew exactly who it was. That damn moron
that didn’t even cout out of the room the entire night, even when being called
for dinner by Mrs. Briefs.
 


The gravity was set pretty low to what Vegeta was use to,
only 150g, but Goku looked like it was taking more and more effort for him to
continue the kata he was performing. His muscles ached and burned, his mind a
million miles away while his body out of habit continued he rhe rigorous manner.
His once rival watched from outside the door through the small window.
 


The prince was about to barge in and tell the younger
warrior to get the hell out of his gravity chamber when Goku slumped to the
floor. For a few moments, there was no movement within until Goku picked himself
back up, trying to continue where he left off. This was something that didn’t
capture the prince’s attention. Kakarott was known to pick up and continue to
fight even if he had nothing left in his energy supplies. But what did pique his
curiosity were the fat tears rolling down pale sweaty cheeks.
 


‘What the hell? He’s fucking crying in MY gravity
chamber!’ Vegeta snarled his eyes fixed on each move the younger one made
until he hit the floor again, this time not getting up. Goku had curled up upon
himself, his body shaking with the intense sobs that shuttered through it.
 


“Manual override engaged. Gravity will return to normal
in five seconds.” A mechanical voice emanated the hall when Vegeta hit the
button just outside the door that Bulma installed for emergencies. The green
light blinked on above the door just as Vegeta wrenched the door open ready to
yell when he stopped. The sound of Goku’s sobs finally reaching his ears.
Something within him snapped, his emotions switching quickly from anger to
protectiveness in the matter seconds.
 


“Kakarott?” The warrior’s name came out as a throaty
whisper as he walked to where the fallen warrior cried. He crouched down,
looking at Goku for a moment, a bare hand finally coming to rest on Goku’s
shaking shoulder.
 


“I thought she loved me…she never did…did she
Vegeta?”
 


“I don’t know Kakarott.” Silence over came the prince
as he continued to watch the last full-blooded saiyan cry. The sobs gave way to
sniffles then to complete silence.
 


“Kakarott?”
 


“Hmmm?”
 


“Are you going to stay in here all night?” Goku rolled
his head on the cold metal floor so he could see his prince.
 


“Don’t know if I can move. I’m so tired.” His eyes
slowly sliding shut again. Vegeta knew he would regret this for as long as he
lived. He lifted the larger warrior into his arms, taking him back the guestroom
he had given him earlier that day. He thanked Dende for making sure everyone was
still asleep as he walked the upper hall of the west wing.
 


Placing Goku into the bed, Vegeta grabbed the comforter and
tossed it over the now sleeping form.
 


“Goodnight baka.” Vegeta gave him one last look before
shutting the door on his way out.
 


“Night Geta…and thank you…” Came the sleepy whisper
that no one but Goku heard.