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Unforgivable	By : thePrincesJewel Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Okay, I�m going to do a different POV for a bit of this chappy, so don�t get all weirded out on me.

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Goten stumbled from the mall. Daddy� what happened to you? Why have you changed so much? He stood outside, taking deep breaths, trying to remember why he was there, where he had planned to go afterwards. And with a wrench, remembered: He was to meet Trunks at Capsule Corp. A sickly imitation of his usually cheerful grin plastered itself across his face, and he set out.

�Hey!� Trunks grabbed him around the neck and ruffled his hair, much as he had when they were younger. �What�s wrong with you?�

�Nothing!� Goten laughed, fighting free. �What makes you say that?�

�Because I know you, Goten.� Trunks drew him inside, into one of the smaller receiving rooms. �I know you, and something�s wrong. Don�t think just because you have that smile plastered on your face that I can�t see the tears in your eyes.�

�What tears?� There was a mirror, Goten crossed to examine his reflection. �I�m not crying, wretch!�

Trunks came up behind him, giving him a brief hug. �But you had to go check, so tell me what is wrong.�

Goten sighed, watching the smile fade from his reflection, seeing the concern grow in his best friend�s eyes. �It�s nothing, Trunks.�

�Anything that wipes that smile of yours away isn�t nothing.� Again, he embraced Goten, only this time he didn�t let go. �Now tell me. Maybe I can help?�

�Can you bring my dad back?� Goten met Trunks� eyes in the mirror. �Could you heal him if he was willing to come back?�

�Heal him?�

�You know as much as I do. He lived with, worked with Kuroichi�� Goten�s voice died at the rage that suddenly blossomed on Trunks� face.

But the rage didn�t reach his voice. �Yeah, I know that.�

Goten�s voice trembled as he continued, �I wanted to know why. I hoped maybe� sometime when I came over, I could ask him. About Dad.� His friend had tensed, the anger pouring off of him nearly silencing the younger man. Only his pain kept him talking. �I saw him, at the mall. I asked him��

�And?�

�I� it doesn�t matter.� A single tear slid down his face. �My dad�s dead, and he�s never coming back.�

�You�re crying because of him, aren�t you. Kuroichi.� The last word was almost venomous.

�No! I� well, a little.�

�I hate him. I am going to get him out of this house.� Gentle hands turned Goten, pulled him tight. �I will remove every last trace of him.�

�No!� Goten pulled back, enough to see at the murderous expression on his friend�s face. �What� what did he do?�

�My mother has cried every single night since he came. My father flaunts him in front of her, shows more affection to that man than he ever did to my mother. He� he doesn�t care who sees them together, doesn�t care where they�re seen. Kuroichi just lets him do it, wherever, whenever, even if my mother is right there! And he�ll look right at her, right through her, like she doesn�t even exist!� Trunks exploded. �I hate him! I can�t even explain all the reasons why. I hate him!�

The sadness returned full-force to Goten�s eyes. His father� �But Trunks, he�s just doing his job!�

�Don�t you dare take up for him!� The gentle embrace was gone, Goten was flung against the wall and pinned there. �Don�t you ever take up for that bastard! He corrupted your father, mine, and he�s made my mother miserable! Don�t�� Trunks realized suddenly that tears were running freely down Goten�s face. �Oh, Goten� I�m sorry. I�m so sorry. I didn�t mean to hurt you!�

He let go, Goten collapsed to the floor. Trunks knelt next to him. �Hey, I�m sorry. Are you alright?�

�My mother called me Goku this morning. Do I still look so much like him? I cut my hair off� my clothes look nothing like anything he ever wore. Do I look that much like a Goku-clone, Trunks?� Goten asked. �She keeps doing that. She doesn�t even remember anymore that I exist, did you know? She still remembers Gohan, but she doesn�t know me. She wanted to know what I�d done to my hair, why I wasn�t staying at home. She doesn�t remember me at all� she thinks I�m my father, and that I�ve left her to train or fight or something again.� He hiccuped. �You�ll never have to worry about that. You�ll never be mistaken for your father.�

�She�s gotten worse?�

�All she wants is for Daddy to come home. She even found six of the dragonballs.� Goten sighed. �They won�t do her any good.�

�Why?�

�Because Daddy took the four-star ball with him when he left. And she has the same opinion of Kuroichi you do, she hates him. He reminds her of everything that happened to� Dad, he told her he died, that he wouldn�t ever come back. She won�t talk to him to find out if he knows where the ball is.�

�Do you think he knows?�

Goten looked down. Kuroichi, his father� �He sent Mom�s wedding ring back. I� he had to� have gone through h� Dad�s things.� I told Vegeta I wouldn�t tell. I won�t. I don�t think I could handle Trunks� reaction, if he knew. What will he do when he finally realizes that Kuroichi is my Dad? No! He can�t figure that out! He can�t! �If Dad kept it, he�d know.�

�Well then, maybe we ought to find out!�

�No! No��

�Why not?�

�Because.� Goten leaned against Trunks, burrowing into him. �My dad wanted to die, Trunks. He didn�t want to come back.�

�You only have Kuroichi�s word for that.�

�No. Your father said it too. He said my dad didn�t want to come back, remember? Kuroichi said he killed himself to keep anyone from trying to make him change his mind.�

�I�m going to ask him anyway.�

�Trunks, no. Please don�t. I� I couldn�t bear if he had it, if we called the dragon, and Daddy refused to come. Please don�t ask him.� All the tension left him when his friend agreed, giving him the briefest of kisses.

Kuroichi barely had time to set down his packages before the beating started. The first blow knocked him up against the door, stunning him, blurring his vision. The second broke his jaw, the third his nose. He raised his arms, dazed, but trying to protect himself. All he could think was that Vegeta was angry with him for something - he didn�t try to fight back. He wouldn�t offend his master any more than he already had.

He reeled under the onslaught, blood running into his eyes. The golden glow of a Super Saiyan came toward him again, he cried out in agony as his ribs snapped. What have I done? Why is Vegeta so angry? He sagged against the bookcase he�d crashed into, one hand raised, trying to shape words his battered lips couldn�t say. Another blow - kick? - shattered his leg, he dropped.

He didn�t scream, not once. Vegeta despised weakness, he wouldn�t scream. The golden glow became a reddish haze, more blows slammed him into the walls, the furniture. He was thrown around like a rag doll, until he couldn�t feel anything, barely made out the sickening sounds of his flesh being pummeled. At last, even that ceased.

�Good. You aren�t dead.�

Dark blue. Black. A blur� a face. Vegeta, standing over him. He tried to say something, couldn�t.

�Your jaw is broken. Don�t bother trying to talk.� My master is angry, I can feel the anger radiating from him. I am still in disgrace, then? Vegeta�s anger is a formidable thing� I must get back into Master�s good graces soon.

His eyes darted around. Red tinged his vision, everything not close to him was a blur. His eyes fastened on Vegeta, the only thing he could truly see in the room. He would not allow himself to moan, would not admit to the pain. That would only make his master angrier.

�I left you in your room. You�ll stay in here until I say otherwise.�

He couldn�t even nod, to let his master know he understood. I am being punished for having gone out. I should have stayed home, not gone shopping. Vegeta must have finished training, and found me gone instead of waiting as I should have been. I will not make that mistake again. Vegeta was still talking, but he couldn�t understand the words. He couldn�t stay awake� he must, his master was speaking to him! His eyes closed as his mind shut down.

�Take this.� A pill, slipped between his lips. A glass. He swallowed with difficulty, then blinked in astonishment. �I found you a senzu bean.�

Master is no longer angry at me? He looked wordlessly into his Master�s face. Yes. He is not angry with me any more. �Thank you.� Vegeta was staring down at him. �Master? Do you need me to do something?� His mind scrambled as he thought of what he should do. �You want a snack?�

�No.�

Too late, Kuroichi remembered he was confined to his room. The barest hint of fear tinged his tone. �I am sorry, Master. I forgot that I cannot leave the room.�

Vegeta sighed, and began stripping bloodied bandages from Kuroichi�s body. �This room is a mess.�

Kuroichi sat up, carefully, looking around. Dried blood smeared the walls, pooled on the carpet, splattered the furniture. He saw what he thought were bits of skin and bone. His packages were still by the door, covered in blood and most likely broken. �I will clean it. It was my fault.�

Vegeta nodded. �Do that.� He stalked out the door.

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Goku: Goten! Jewel, stop being mean to him!

Vegeta: It�s about time I beat that baka!

Jewel: Hush.
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