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Darkest Days	By : Hecate Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 1677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Darkest Days

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When I do finally retain my awareness the pain returns full force bringing forth newly formed tears, the stench of blood, sweat, and sex clouding the air makes me roll over and bring up the contents of my stomach. I continue dry heaving for a while and when my stomach settles I slide over to an area of the room that has a less potent smell, leaving a trail of blood in my path.

I huddle in a corner of the room feeling slightly safer now he�s gone but that revelation doesn�t stop the tears.

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Halting my exercises I lean against the GR wall, I breathe in deeply through my nose, inhaling the smoky remnants of my energy blasts.

The coolness of the marble wall numbs my scorched back, but I can still feel the throbbing ache in my abdomen; its likely that I've caused some internal bleeded.

I was careless in my training, the mistakes I made today could mean my life in a real battle; the only thing I've accomplished in this training session was to further damage my already injured hand.

And I clench my eyes shut, because after a week and a half I know the hand will not heal, because 'pretending' it didn't happen was only making things worse.

So I open my eyes and look at the hand, a reminder; the purple/blue and swelling causing me to frown. I close it into a fist to see the full extent of the injury, resulting in a mind numbing pain and a small trickle of blood to bubble from under my thumb nail.

I�ve had by far worse injuries then this, in my days of serving Frieza he would, when displeased with me, or when he was feeling especially sadistic, beat me within an inch of my life and leave me to heal naturally. I always had help from Nappa and Raditz who would bandage my wounds and straighten out broken mangled bones despite my protests.

I think I�ll have to see Bulma, I mean she�s good at this type of thing isn�t she?

She�ll believe me when I say it happened while training, happened over a week ago and I�ve just been ignoring it; hoping it will disappear.

Standing up straight I wipe away the blood and make the painful journey towards the connecting room to change out of my training clothes.

This is not an easy task whilst trying to avoid any more damage to the hand, but I manage none the less.

I quickly make my way towards the main building, a journey I can make with my eyes closed; never have I once taken a detour to explore this place. Always had a one track mind.

Reaching tall double doors I put my palm to the identification reader causing the light to flash green and the doors swish open.

Nothing new here, nothing out of the ordinary; it can be like nothing ever happened.

A little way from the laboratory I meet my lavender haired son.

He had donned a pair of glasses making him look� different, older then he was.

He quickly removes them hiding them from my view, then he gives me a sheepish grin.

�Hey dad, how you doing?�

Completely ignoring the question I take the glasses from him and inspect them, the rim around the glass is black, but no where near as heavy rimmed as Gohan�s; they actually look quite respectable.

I look up at him: �what�s wrong with your eyes boy?�

Looking a little embarrassed he shifts under my scrutiny, but he answers; �I�m far-sighted like Grandpa, but I only need them for reading and stuff.�

I smirk, and stuff?, I choose not to comment on this and instead hand the glasses back to him; but he doesn�t put them back on. Folding my arms over my chest I raise my brow: �Well?�

Sighing he timidly puts them on and directs his eyes towards the ground so not to look at me.

I silently wonder if Goten will also need to wear glasses, perhaps it�s a Saiyan/Human hybrid defect; or perhaps it�s the amount of time they all spend with there heads buried in books.

I loosen my provocative stance and give him an amused glance, �Hn, makes you actually look smart. Maybe you should wear them all the time.�

He visibly relaxes and gives me a light-hearted glare before replying; �Then maybe you should get a pair.�

He then rushes off leaving me stumped, but I shake my head, knowing that he probably got that smart mouth from Bulma.

Continuing towards the lab I find myself hoping she is in a civil mood today.

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I used my Instant Translocation to appear outside the building and ring the bell; I know Bulma hates it when I just appear out of nowhere.
The door opens almost immediately and I am confronted by Mrs Briefs beaming face, she welcomes me warmly and ushers me towards the kitchen.

�It�s tight woman, and it�s itchy.�

I enter the kitchen to see Vegeta fidgeting with a newly bandaged hand and Bulma playfully scowling at him.
�Your welcome Vegeta!� she says in an irksomely sweet voice leaning in to give him a loving kiss full on the lips, in which Vegeta returns without hesitation.

My heart sinks at the affectionate display between the couple, and I fight the urge to tear Bulma away from my loves grasprs Brs Briefs looks on at them and sighs adoringly, she leans up and whispers in my ear so not to disturb them that she is going to the garden to tend to the animals; disappearing in a delicate scent of flowery perfume.

I keep silent for a while, but soon become fully aggravated at the display, I clear my throat noisily breaking them apart.
Vegeta looks up at me and his face contorts to that of pure horror, slowly draining of all colour; I keep my eye�s on him as Bulma turns and greets me, slightly embarrassed that I had caught their private show.

�Oh hi Goku, err what brings you here? How are Chi-chi and the boys?�

I kept my eyes locked on Vegeta as I answered her question, because I think he knows why I�m here.

�Chi-chi and the boy�s are fine� I answer quickly, I continue: �I�m actually here because I need to talk to you��
I moved closer to them and signalled to Vegeta, �Both me and Vegeta have something to tell you.�

That sentence brought Vegeta out of his trance and he glares at me, growling under his breath, but I know he wont attack me, he�s smarter then that. I smile lovingly at him then turn to Bulma.
�I�m in love with you husband Bulma� I paused for a moment to let it settle in then I continue, �I have been for some time now and well� Vegeta�s gonna move in with me.�

She looked very vulnerable and confused for a moment, and I saw a trace of amusement in her eyes before she looked at me very seriously. One solitary tear escaped her eye but that was all, I am not sure if she understood me completely.

I looked at Vegeta to see him clenching and unclenching his fists, but his face was blank; revealing nothing of his emotions.

�Bulma I�m sorry about this, but I don�t think it could have been helped� with us two being the last two Saiyans an� all!
Vegeta will be here for the birth of the new baby and he�ll, we will, even be here to help raise it!�

And it was then that Vegeta looked up at me with the most exposed, questioning expression; and to be perfectly honest, I don�t think he knew what to do.

Finally Bulma spoke, surprising me: �How could you Goku! How could you do this to me, how could you take him away from me when I need him the most, your meant to be my best friend damn it!�

I was unfazed by this, having experienced the same thing, worse even, from my �wife� just moments ago. But I kept my face as apologetic as I could.

She was positively seething with anger, her blue eyes alight, filmed with unshed tears, making her look extremely attractive; I could see why Vegeta was so drawn to her.

She then turned her anger towards my Prince.

�And you! Don�t I mean anything to you? I thought this time would be different, I thought � I�

She leant against the counter cluching her rounded stomach, quietly sobbing and muttering incoherent words.

Finally she spoke: �Get out!� Her voice was a hushed whisper. Vegeta attempted to put an arm on her shoulder, whether it was to comfort her or to get her attention, I don't know.
�B�Bulma.� I don�t think he could have said anything else if he tried.

�I said get out, get out, get out, GET OUT!�

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a/n- During my re-editing I kinda cut this chap short... it needed to be done, but this means that the next chap will be posted soon; soon meaning one or two days. I am trying to make as little change as possible to this fic, I think chapter, but I think 3 + 4 will be the most drastically changed. ^-^
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