• 1-Darkest Days
• 2-chapter 2
• 3-chapter 3
• 4-chapter 4
• 5-chapter 5

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I only now notice that the room is empty, the only trace of them
ever being here is the large puddle of blood now soaking into the
carpet, I lay there unable to move starring as the dark red slowly
gets absorbed.

"Daddy?"

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It’s been 2 days, 2 days and I haven’t seen him, the only thing
I’ve been told is that he’s alive, that piece of information was from
Piccolo.

/Flashback/

I hear the front door open, knowing that it must be mum and Chi-chi but
still my body refuses to move from its stationary position on the floor
and the tears continue to trail down my face.

“Trunks! I bought you some new clothes”, even without a response from
me she continues cheerfully.
“I know, I know, you hate it when I buy clothes for you when you not
with me but I know you’ll like these, I saw them and me and Chi thought
they looked so much like future Trunks cloths, you’ll look so…”

The door opened fully and her and Chi-chi were confronted with my
quivering heap, the pool of blood now completely soaked into the
carpetstoostood quickly and threw myself into mums arms sobbing heavily
almost knocking us both over, she lead me to the sofa and sat us both
down and I clung to her tightly.

“Its alright, just tell us what’s wrong honey”, she looked over to the
red/black stain in the carpet, Chi-chi also inspected the tarnish
worriedly.
“He just appeared and there was so much blood, I… I think it was just
his head bleeding ma… maybe he’s cracked his skull, he didn’t look
alive, I … I couldn’t feel his energy, I didn’t have any senzu
beans!”

“Who trunks, who was bleeding?” I hear mums voice in the background
dulled by the resonance that is still clear in my head, the dripping
sound of dads blood on the carpet; like when you leave a tap on, I can
remember the dull splattering sound when it hit the floor and the
memory of the dried blood that painted Goku’s hands, what kind of
sparring were they doing anyway ‘lets smash dads head into a wall
continuously sparring?’.
I felt a slight flicker in dads energy it was small, smaller then the
unborn baby yet it proved he was still hanging on, Goku’s energy must
have still been suppressed, why was he hiding?

By this point mum was shaking my shoulders lightly, trying to gain my
attention but before I could answer her a throat was cleared by the
door of the room.

Mum and Chi-chi shot twin glares at him for the intrusion which caused
his ears to twitch faintly; he stood for a while in silence then moved
his burly green form towards us.
“Vegeta’s been healed by Dende.” I felt relief rush over me, mum and
Chi-chi were still looking rather confused.
“BUT, Dende was unable to heal him completely because of the extent
of the damage, some of the nerves in his nervous system were severed
completely but the nerves seem to be finding a way to re-grow”

Re-grow, re-grow, what is he talking about! “Wha… what about the senzu
beans!”
“They should be ready in about a week or two, but he should be healed
by then, ‘we hope’, with his Saiyan make-up he’ll probably be a lot
stronger too. Anyway I’ve said what I came to say.”
With that said he made a move to leave, he was so blunt he almost
reminded me of dad, I realised that I still didn’t know where they
were and why Goku was hiding his energy, but I was beaten to it by
mum.

“Where is he? Perhaps I should examine him, I do have notes on Saiyan
anatomy and I could speed up his healing process.” Her voice was
toneless and professional, like she was talking to one of her
employees, I think when it came to emotions she could hide them just as
well as dad; Piccolo stopped mid-walk and now turned slowly
towards us again, he looked pensive for a moment then started to speak
keeping his eyes on the ground.

“Goku wants them to be alone for a while, it will be for the best that
no one visits him for now, he’s feeling a bit protective; I’m sure
he’ll be able to take care of Vegeta.”
He left swiftly and silently not waiting for a reply, I think we were
all a little too shocked to speak

/End Flashback/

No knows where they are and Piccolo doesn’t seem to want to tell but I
have an inkling that he does not know either. Mum had the carpet
removed
and replaced yesterday, grandma insisted that it did not need to be
replaced but simply cleaned but mum affirmed that it was ‘time for
a change’.

I slowly make my way to my room opting for an early night I haveothiothing else to do, Goten went out today no doubt to buy my birthday
present last minute, and mum, Chi-chi and grandma are in the kitchen
preparing for my ‘surprise’ birthday party tomorrow; and dad is, dad
is not here.

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I hurry into the dark room moving quietly over to the king sized bed. I can only see an outline of his body under the thick sheets, but I can still detect the small movements. A muffled moan causes me to rush beside him.

Tired eyes open for the first time in 2 days.

“Vegeta” I whisper inaudibly, for a spilt second I am sure he hadn’t heard me; but in a flash he jumps out the bed onto unsteady legs. He gives a slight wobble and I don't hesitate to put my hands on his narrow waist to steady him.

The feel of his warm flesh beneath myms mms makes me want to moan, its been so long since I’ve felt his silken skin. The stiffening of his muscles tells me I needed to back off, so reluctantly I move away to give him some room.

“I’ve fixed some dinner, you’ll need to eat before ya rest some more”.

I receive a frustrated growl in response and watch confused as Vegeta makes his way back to the bed with his arms out as a guide, he sits down on the edge with his back straight; “I guess I should turn the light on huh”.

Still receiving no real reply I make my way to the light switch and flick it on.

I turn back to face him with a smile, relief finally settling over me after 2 whole days of constant worrying. Although my prince’s skin is still a little pasty, I am happy to see that he has finally awakened. I frown when I notice his eyes are not meeting mine.

“Vegeta I… I never meant to hurt you, I love you so much its just you made me lose my temper, I have such a temper these days. must’ve got it from you…” I paused for a moment, and force a smile to my face, my eyes begin to cloud from unshed tears. I moved toward the bed and knelt by Vegeta’s legs.

Taking his hand in mine I kiss it softly, but the appendage is quickly removed from my grasp. I prepare to speak once again; “… I was so scared, I thought you were gone.” I look at him and again noticing that his eyes are not focused on me, I stand and look him directly in the eye; a little confused and slightly annoyed at the fact that the prince will not look at me.

“Vegeta” I call as I capture the other mans chin with my hand; Vegeta flinches at the touch but he turns towards me none the less. pupils remain unmoving.

“Can you see me Vegeta?”

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I pull my face roughly from his grasp and stand quickly, probably causing the larger man to stumble backwards. I manage to find my way to the door without too much difficulty; using the walls andthinthing I could to guide me. Once I reach outside the room confusion grips me full force, I sense this is unfamiliar territory.

“Where am I?” I ask wearily, I do not know whether to trust this man, this stranger I am with.

Silence lingers for a while until he answers, “We’re at my grandfather Gohan’s house; I used to live here until Bulma found me. I didn’t want to take you back to our home, I haven’t ‘cleaned up’ yet.”

Silence reins once again as I try to digest this information, nothing is making much sense. I look up, even more confused.

“Our home?”

He is taken aback by the question, that much I assumed; for a while I didn’t think he would answer me. “We’ve lived there for a little over a month now.”

I ponder over this; the answer had only managed to perplex me more. Something did not sound right to me; one name kept running over my head, “And Bulma?”

Even though I could not see him I could feel the dark aura that shrouded him, the voice that came from him was so cold it sent chills down my spine;

“What about me huh! You remember my name or am I so unimportant to you!”

I take a frightened step backwards, the name came to my mind, chanting over and over again; this was the man with two names but only one felt right to me.

“Kakarot” and just like that the dark ambience surrounding the other male was gone in a flash. This sudden change only seems to fuel my alarm, but I stubbornly refuse to show my fear.

Wetness flows down my face and I taste blood on my lips, I wipe my nose with my hand mor more continues to flow. Kakarot is there in a flash pinching the bridge of my nose and tilting my head forwards.

I hesitantly let him guide me into a room I guess is the bathroom, he wisely backs off as soon as he gets me to the sink.

Half an hour of waiting in silence and the blood flow finally seizes leaving me feeling slightly light headed. I lean my arms against the sink to rest.

“Vegeta I think you should get some rest, you’re not suppose to over work your brain, I’ll cook a big breakfast for you tomorrow.”

A large hand tenderly grabbed hold of my arm and I followed Kakarot tiredly to the bedroom, too worn-out to protest.

Once in the bedroom, I carefully climb into the bed trying in vain to ignore the throbbing in my head as I lay down on the pillow. But all thoughts of the headache were forgotten as I feel the bed dip beside me.

Kakarot shifts closer to me, so close that he is pressed up against me; he shifts a little, until I can feel his warm breath on my face. I feel soft calloused fingers trailing along my face, they gently trail over my eyelids; almost apologetically. I feel another hand on my chest, my heart is beating so hard I silently wonder if he can feel it.

He stops all movement when I flinch unconsciously, but he doesn’t let up. His lips descend on mine softly, like a feather. “Don’t worry Vegeta I won’t hurt you, I love you, I need you.”

I tremble helplessly as the hand on my chest travels south, I am confused as to why I’m so scared. His lips were on mine again, tongue forcing its way into my unyielding mouth. The defencelessness that I feel from my lost sight is doubled when I feel him shift, and soon his weight is upon me.

He rocks his hips to relieve some tension from his engorged stiff member, then he leans down towards me, panting against my lips;

“Vegeta … I want you”, I shudder rips through me, the need in his voice makes me both nervous and aroused?

I feel his weight shift once again; I can feel the thick spikes of his hair brushing against my upper thighs. Before I can decipher what is happening, my sweatpants are swiftly removed and his mouth is upon me, licking and sucking my member into full arousal.

I take a startled intake of breath as he takes me in deeper, the soft brush of his hair against my inner thighs only simulates me further. I fist the sheets in my hands and buck my hips to relieve some pressure, but my movements are stopped when his hands hold my hips in place. I hear his muffled warning growl, the vibrations making my loins burn with the need to climax.

As suddenly as it began, the ministrations stop causing me to whimper at the sudden loss of heat, I am swiftly turned onto my hands and knees.

I held back any sounds of protest I wanted to make; I am still ashamed at the way I cried out when Kakarot discontinued sucking me ‘just like a whore’. The thought repeated in my head, I am unsure as to were it came from but it is quickly forgotten as I feel two of Kakarot’s fingers pressed up against my mouth; I hesitantly allow entrance, feeling the need to make this as painless as possible.

Kakarot bucks his hips causing his length to rub against my entrance, making us both moan in unison, he removes his fingers from my mouth and leads them towards my opening.

Slowly he slides his fingers into me while stroking my face in a failed attempt to relax me; he makes scissor motions with his fingers stretching me until he brushes nerves deep within me, making me groan beneath him. Without warning he removes his fingers and slowly slides himself into me panting heavily as he does so.

I hiss at the rough entry, stiffening my muscles completely; “Vegeta… relax.”

I allow myself to calm and after a few moments he begins moving again, he moves out of me to thrust back in almost violently. He grips my hips tightly and begins to move fa, th, the action causing me to shift, now supporting my weight on my elbows. I moan into the pillow.

His thrust continue to get harder and faster, causing the painful pleasure to build more; tears leak from my eyes and I bury my head into the pillow; stifling the sounds erupting from my lips. The remembrance of more painful experiences came to mind, but all thoughts were forgotten as I feel his hand wrap around my swollen member, pumping with the same speed as his thrusts.

My breath hitches and I let out a muffled shout, jerking wildly as I spill my seed, Kakarot’s answering bellow is heard moments after.

The man above me thrust a few more times riding out his orgasm, then removes himself from me, I feel the pressure of his weight leave me. I take a few seconds to regain my breath.

I feel his lips on mine and soft fingertips on my closed eyelids, “don’t worry Vegeta, your sight will come back, probably better then before, just go to sleep and rest.”

I can feel his gaze upon me lingering, but am too relieved to care, I had thought my blindness was permanent; he soon settles down beside me. I turn my head in the direction of his soft breathing.

“When?”

There is silence for a while, leaving me wondering if he is asleep. Finally he answers; “Well when Dende healed you he said that your brain showed signs of healing itself. But he doesn’t know how long that will take. I think you’ll be healed within a week… if not we can always use the senzu’s.

Warm arms wrap around me, “I’ll take good care of you, we’ve got so much planned.” I hear him give a heavy yawn, soon after his breathing evens out; signalling sleep.

I clench my eyes shut; I hear voices screaming in my head, that this was wrong. My eyes throb dully; I clench them more to ease the pressure.

It truly scared me to be so confused and helpless and I don’t feel at all safe with the man sleeping beside me. I carefully lift the heavy arms holding me, and ease off the bed feeling around the floor for my sweat pants; which I find without too much difficulty, knowing by the scent that they are definitely mine I slipped them on.

Feeling around the room for a window, I soon feel my fingers press against cool glass. I fumble with my hands for a way to open it, trying to be as quiet as possible. My fingers brush against a hook and I pull on it, lifting the window with ease.

I float out the window closing it behind me quietly, I lift higher into the air, enjoying the feel of the light breeze against my skin, the birds singing signal that it is the early hours of the morning.

I fly through the air at a slow pace for what seems like hours making sure to keep close to the ground keeping his senses on alert.

Not long after I stop in mid air sensing a familiar terrain, I touch down on a leafy ground making dry leaves crunch beneath my feet; letting me know I am in a woodland area. I walk for a little while using my arms and remaining senses as a guide; soon enough I feel weather worn wood beneath my palms. I felt around for the handle and open the door, immediately my nose is assaulted by the scent of blood; causing painful memories to flash through my head, ‘our home’.

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I wake up on what I guess is the floor, I figure I must have passed out before I could make it to a bed.

I can still smell Kakarot’s thick musky scent clinging to me, mingling with my own scent, the aroma reminds me of what took place the night before; it makes me feel somewhat dirty.

I feel my way through the house, not long after finding the bathroom I am searching for, I open the nearest cabinet and find inside some clothes, by the texture of the material I can tell it is one of my garments.

I shower quickly and dress with no problems at all, I then search for the kitchen but I stop in remembrance of Kakarot. I do a quick scan of energy levels to find that Kakarot’s is still suppressed, but what catches my attention is a group of high power levels that are all bunched in one area, I think long and hard about it, making the ache in my temples more pronounced. I know there is something going on. My memory suddenly dawns on me when I feel an energy similar to my own; it is son’s 13th birthday.

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During re-editing this fic kinda turned into a re-write, chapter 6 onwards may be in 3rd person narrative but I'm not sure... I may change my mind. It's difficult writing 1st person in Vegeta's POv, especially when he's blind.

To answer questions,

SyCk - Vegeta didn't explain the situation to Bulma because
he has too much
pride to admit to being raped by a third class, he has strove all
these years to better Goku and now Goku has defeated him once
again. :(

I should have the next chap posted soon. Extra fast for my reviewers! Thanx for the feedback guys, you kept me on my toes... *coughs* The Chichi Slaughter House ^_^

Please leave feedback, although its a repost, its still my first ever fic. I'd like to know what you think of it! :)