Forgotten Tears of a Warrior

I do not own DBZ


I do not own DBZ, so please refrain from suing me.
 


 


Forgotten tears of a Warrior-SDPG-SSM
 


 


It was quiet for a Saturday morning at Capsule Corp. as the
sun peeked over the tall buildings in West City. Bulma had hauled Yamcha out
with her for a weekend get away of sorts leaving the children in the care of her
parents and Vegeta. Vegeta didn’t mind much, Trunks was pretty much self
sufficient, and Bura was easy to please. The little girl would probably spend
some of her time over at Videl and Gohan’s house anyways playing with Pan.
 

Vegeta himself had been up for hours already, training in the usual fashion;
coming out of his gravity chamber at eight to grab breakfast before going back
to training. He had figured Goku would be up by now, sitting at the kitchen
table waiting for Mrs. Briefs to finish one of her grand breakfasts.
 

He strolled into the dinning room only to be greeted by his youngest, still clad
in her favorite pink satin pajamas. Bura blinked up at her father, her messy
hair falling down into her eyes.
 

“Where are Kakarott and your brother?” The little girl only shrugged her
shoulders for an answer. Vegeta rolled his eyes; he didn’t feel like tracking
them both down. If they were hungry enough, the smell of food would lure them
here in no time. As if on cue, Trunks entered the dinning room still in his tee
shirt and cotton sleep pants. He yawned, one fist rubbing an eye as he sat down
on the other side of the table from his sister.
 

“Look Daddy, I found Trunks!” Bura gid, pd, pointing to her older brother.
Both Vegeta and Trunks rolled their eyes at the chibi.
 

“Good morning!” Mrs. Briefs said in a singsong voice as she carried in a
platter loaded down with mouthwatering French toast and sausages. Vegeta
grumbled, the woman was too happy for her own good.
 

“Morning Grandma!” Bura piped up, wiggling in her seat watching her
grandmother fix her plate.
 

“Morning dear, you want strawberries on your French toast?” Vegeta closed
his ears off to the prattle that continued between his offspring and their
grandmother. It was the same thing almost every morning. He fixed his plate,
expecting Goku to come running down the stairs at any moment, but frowned when
the third class baka never made an appearance. There were a lot of things that
really didn’t make sense to the prince as he sat in silence going over
everything that had occurred in the last day. Why was Kakarott so far away from
everyone? Why was he in the shape he was when Vegeta found him? Did him and that
shrew woman he calls a wife get into a fight?
 

“Dad?” Vegeta snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of Trunks’ voice.
He looked over at his first-born, scowl still plastered to his face.
 

“What is it now?” The prince snipped out, stabbing at his food.
 

“Why is Goku here anyways? Did you beat him up and take pity on him?”
 

“That is the way I found the idiot yesterday.”
 

“So why did you bring him back here? Why didn’t you take him back to his own
house?” Trunks asked in curiosity as he continued to eat his breakfast. Vegeta
had wondered why he did bring back the large warrior yesterday himself. But
something about finding Kakarott out there made him think. Something had
happened to him and he was bound to drag the story out of the younger saiyan
even if he had to beat it out of him.
 

“He didn’t want that wench or his sons to see him like that. So I guess I
did take pity on the moron.” Trunks snorted, shaking his head. Everything that
his father said about Goku was an insult.
 


 


The breakfast dishes were cleared and the family went their
separate ways. Trunks migrated towards his bedroom, the music being turned up
once again. Bura was playing in the rose garden, helping Grandma Briefs tend to
the flowers while Vegeta decided to take a shower and check on Goku who still
didn’t emerge from the guestroom.
 

He walked the long hall in the west wing, annoyed at the loud music once again.
He was so tempted to blast the stereo equipment to hell if that boy didn’t
turn the shit off.
 

“Trunks! Turn that shit down now!” Vegeta owedowed at Trunks’ bedroom door
as he pass. The volume immediately was lowered without a complaint from the
lavender haired prince. The guestroom that contained his former enemy was quiet.
Vegeta didn’t even bother knocking, just entered the bedroom. Goku sat on the
bed, his back facing the door, almost the exact same way they were the day
before.
 


“I assume you slept well.”
 

“I suppose so.” Goku answered with a shrug of his shoulders. Where was that
damn cheery ass grin? Where was the excitement of the younger warrior that
irritated him? Vegeta noticed the bed was made, the sheets and blankets tucked
tightly to the mattress. The clothing he had found Kakarott in was as neatly
folded considering the condition they were in, and the platter he had brought up
yesterday afternoon still sat on the nightstand with sandwiches still remaining.
 

“Not hungry Kakarott?” The prince asked, still dumbstruck at the thought of
the younger warrior missing meals when he complained that all he needed was
sleep and food to get himself together again.
 

“I just haven’t felt like eating is all.” Was the simple answer that Goku
supplied the prince with.
 

“Fine I’m not going to force you to eat. If you want to wither away into a
pile of useless skin and bones that is fine by me.” Goku abruptly stood up,
his face turning to see his prince.
 

“I…I got to go now. Thanks for everything Vegeta.” The younger saiyan
stammered out quickly, trying desperately to push past the prince. Vegeta
grabbed the retreating saiyan’s arm, yanking him back into the room. He
wasn’t about to let Kakarott leave without an explanations of all of this.
 

“Why are you so jumpy? What the hell has gotten into you Kakarott?”
 

“Nothing Vegeta. Look I have to go please.” Dark eyes pleading with the
prince to just let him pass, but the prince wouldn’t have it.
 

“Not until you tell me what is going on.” Vegeta growled out angrily
watching Kakarott closely. The younger saiyan was nervous, his eyes shifting
from side to side looking for a way out without causing more anger from the
prince.
 

“Gomen Vegeta. I’ll tell you later.” Goku raised two fingers towards his
forehead when a white-gloved hand caught it.
 


“There you are Goku! I was so worried about you!” Both
saiyans turned to see ChiChi standing in the doorway with Bura and Goten on
either side of her. Vegeta could feel the younger warrior’s muscles tighten at
the sound of the woman’s voice, a slight tremor quaking through the once
brawny body.
 

“I’m sorry ChiChi. I was just about to leave and come home.” Goku said in
complete calmness in his voice.
 

“Good, you can ride back with me then.” She gave everyone a sugar coated
smile, only Goku knowing how fake it all was. She never smiled like that to him,
and she sure wasn’t worried about him that’s for sure. Dark eyes shifted to
Vegeta, his hand wrenching away from the prince’s grasp. If only Vegeta had
let him go he wouldn’t be here looking at his wife that pretended to be all
concerned over the tall saiyan.
 

“Come on Goku. I’ll get you home and fix you right up. I’ll make you your
favorite dinner tonight.” Goku felt ill at the fake fawning ChiChi was pulling
on everyone in the room. But what choice did he have at the moment?
 

“Here Dad, I’ll help you.” His youngest son held out his hand to his
father, only to be slapped away by his mother.
 

“You’re father is a grown man Goten. Why don’t you go spend some time with
Trunks? Just be home by dinner.” Goten opened his mouth to protest only to be
shooed away by his mother. Goku looked up from the floor, his dark eyes meeting
that of his prince. Vegeta could see the bubbling caldron of emotions brewing
deep within the younger saiyan. Something inside the prince screamed for him to
keep the younger saiyan with him, to protect him. But protect him from what? The
baka was the strongest warrior in the universe and did not need someone to watch
over and coddle the man.
 

“Umm, thanks for letting me stay here Geta. See you around some time I
guess.” And with that being said, Goku retreated out of the room with his wife
following right behind him.
 

Vegeta watched from the window as Goku climbed into the air car along with his
banshee behind the wheel. He rolled his eyes as the woman tore out of the
driveway in a fury and quickly disappeared down the road.
 


 


Goten had made himself scarce quickly after being hustled
from the guestroom. He was sure that the lavender hair prince was still quite
pissed at him, so he didn’t want to make it worse by showing his face in the
same area as him for a while. At this moment and time, he’d give his right arm
to be out of there back to the safety of his own bedroom of his own home.
 

"Gawww, watch where you’re going! Shit!” Trunks cried out, holding his
nose that Goten had ran his hard head in to.
 

“Gomen Trunks-kun.” Goten bowed his head, sidestepping the teenage prince in
a hurry.
 

“Why are you here?” Trunks nabbed him before he could get to far. The
younger of the two shuffled his feet on the carpeted floor, finding the fibers
quite interesting at the moment. Goten swallowed thickly, dark chocolate eyes
finally glancing upward.
 

“Mom told me to stay here and visit with you. But I’m going to go so I
don’t bother anyone here anymore.” Goten mumbled out, pointing a thumb
towards the door he wanted to exit out of.
 

“Stay Chibi. I won’t pressure you anymore. Just come back to my room so I
can hold you…please?”
 


 


The drive home felt like years as Goku sat quietly in the
air car. He berated himself over and over about being the savior of the earth
and the most powerful being in the entire universe and here he was a bundle of
raw nerves, scared to death of a human woman that could never match his power.
But she did hold power over the tall saiyan. Kami, if any of the Z team found
out what had happened to him over the years. They would laugh and call him a
liar. He could hear Vegeta mocking him to no end. He had to hide it from Vegeta
especially. Ever since the day Vegeta showed up on the earth, bound to destroy
his adopted home world, Goku had something to prove the saiyan prince. He wanted
to show Vegeta that he wasn’t a third class soldier or the bumbling idiot that
was always at the top of the prince’s insult list.
 


“Get out of the car.” The voice was cold and harsh
making Goku snap his head in the direction of it. His wife stood at the
passenger side door with a seething look of distaste on her facial features. The
moment he was dreading had arrived. He was home, the house of terror. He fumbled
for the door latch, swinging the door slowly open and stepping out. He watched
as ChiChi spun around marching towards the house in a quick gate, and he
followed at a much slower pace. The door slammed as soon as he entered sending a
chill up his already quivering spine.
 

“And where were you for the last week?”
 

“I was training.” He swallowed harshly before answering her question. He
could see the fire burning in her dark eyes, the corners of her mouth being
pulled taut in a scowl that would scare even Vegeta.
 

“Is that all you do? Haven’t we been over this before Goku sweetheart?”
The last part hissed out nastily. He nodded his head, his droopy spikes of hair
falling down over his eyes blocking the view of his seething wife.
 

“Then why the hell do you still do it? Haven’t you done enough of that
fighting shit to last ten lifetimes? You drag my son all over the damn universe,
neglecting his studies. You’ve died twice, and the second time you refused to
come back!”
 

“I was only thinking of you…I didn’t want anyone else attacking the earth
because of me.” He whispered out, hoping she would buy his lines.
 

“Thinking of me? You were thinking of me when you got yourself killed? You
left me here to raise our two sons by myself!”
 

“I didn’t know anything about Goten and you know it!” He raised his voice
to her, the fire starting to ignite in his own eyes.
 

“And you call that an excuse? You are pathetic Goku. You are so damn stupid
that it sickens me to no ends!”
 

“Don’t say things that you will live to regret.” His voice becoming low
and dangerous as he spoke now.
 

“Idle threats Goku. I have you by the balls and you know it. Try it and you
will be the laughing stock of earth Goku. All that you hold dear will slip away
in a heart beat. You are nothind yod you will have nothing! Now get that damn
firewood done and stacked before lunch!”
 


 

Goku thought of his options as he stacked the firewood at the back of the small
house. He could ask Bulma for a space ship and leave earth, but what would
happen to his sons? He could leave Goten in the house with that beast that had
tricked him into marrying him so long ago. Running away wouldn’t solve
anything either. He would always be found on earth by one of the Z team members.
Suicide? Was that really an option? Would he still be able to go to the
Otherworld and stay with King Kai if he did that or go down to hell with the
rest of his former enemies that he helped put there?
 


Either way…he had to leave soon.