Forgotten Tears of a Warrior

I do not own the rights to DBZ so please don


I do not own the rights to DBZ so please don’t sue me!!
 


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Forgotten tears of a Warrior-SDPG-SSM
 


 


Shortly after Vegeta left to find the younger saiyan,
ChiChi left Capsule Corp, heading back home hoping to confront her wandering
husband about the situation. She knew that she was going to be blamed for this
and she had to keep him from opening his mouth. Not like anyone would believe
him. Who would actually believe Goku, the savior of the universe, accusing his
wife of drugging him while he was actually home, alive?
 


“Maybe this will prove to him that if he continues the
way he is, his son isn’t even safe from me.” 
ChiChi laughed, mashing the accelerator harder to get home quickly.
 


 


“I canceled the dinner reservations. Any preference of
what take out you want?” Yamcha asked, peeking around the corner of the door
of the med bay. Bulma looked up from her notes, shaking her head sadly before
returning back to her work.
 


“How about you Trunks? You want anything special?” The
young demi prince shook his head also, his eyes turning back to the pale face of
Goten that was still unconscious.
 


“Ok, I’ll just order what ever then. I’ll let both of
you know when it arrives.” Yamcha said softly, closing the door behind him.
Bulma was too absorbed in the read outs that she had gotten from Goten’s blood
tests to want to leave the lab or the youngest Son for a fancy dinner date
tonight. None of the tests made any sense at all to the blue haired genius. The
phenomenal amounts of sedatives in his blood stream were enough to put down the
likes of Goku and Vegeta with no problem at all.  Goten was lucky to be alive at the moment. If it wasn’t for
Trunks finding and bringing him back here so quickly. She sighed heavily, she
didn’t want to think about the ‘what ifs’ at the moment.
 


“Mom?” The sound of her son’s voice brought her back
to reality, turning her head in his direction to see him still holding Goten’s
hand for dear life.
 


“What is it sweetie?”
 


“Go-chan will be all right won’t he?” She smiled
softly despite the situation.
 


“Yeah, he’ll be all right once all the drugs wear
off.”
 


“I don’t understand Mom. I mean he was fine when we
left school. We were supposed to tr and and I find him like that…gah! I only
left him for a little while Mom.” Trunks raked his hands through his silky
hair in frustration.
 


“Stop worrying Trunks. We’ll find out all the answers
when he wakes up. It shouldn’t be too long now. I hope.” The last part was
whispered under Bulma’s breath, not wanting to tell Trunks that it could be
days before Goten actually woke up from his drug induced haze.
 


 


 


Vegeta studied the younger saiyan still floating in front
of him. What little information that Goku had spoke out loud wasn’t much to
piece the huge puzzle together inside of the prince’s head.
 


“Look Vegeta, I have to go. Just remember what I asked of
you.” Goku said softly, his mind definitely on other things.
 


“As you wish Kakarott. The next time we meet, you will
tell me everything”
 


“Yeah, sure. Might be sooner then you think.” Goku
placed two fingers to his forehead, and with a light ripple of the air, he
disappeared from the once beautiful valley. Vegeta waited, sensing Goku’s ki
finally relocating at his house not to far off in the distance. Since the young
saiyan wouldn’t say what it was that was bothering him, Vegeta took it upon
himself to figure all of it out himself if he had to. At a slow pace, the prince
lowered his ki and made his way towards Goku’s house.
 


 
The The medical bay was semi quiet, the dull hum of a machine
in the background was lulling Trunks to sleep as he waited ever so patiently for
Goten to wake from his slumber.
 


“Hey guys, dinner is here.” Yamcha announced, tapping
on the outside of the bay door. Bulma gave him a nod before he disappeared from
the small window on the door.
 


“Come on, Trunks. You need to get something to eat before
you fall asleep down here.” Bulma stood up and stretched her cramped muscles,
pushing her arms over her head as she walked towards the door.
 


“I’m not hungry Mom.” Came his simple answer, his
eyes drooping back shut.
 


“Ok tough guy. I’ll bring you back something then.”
She pushed open the door, letting it shut almost silently behind her. Once the
sound of his mother’s retreating footsteps were nothing but a faint echo on
the tile floor in the long hall, Trunks tiredly opened his eyes, one hand
caressing Goten’s face, the other still holding his koi’s hand.
 


“Go-chan, you need to wake up. Damn you, you scaring me
eatheath here. What would I do with out you Chibi?” Trunks sighed out as a
whisper, laying his head down next to the prone body on the still mattress of
the bed Goten slept on. He kept telling himself over and over in his mind that
everything would be just fine when Goten woke up and help solve the mystery as
to why there was so many different drugs in his system that could of killed him.
 


Suicide wasn’t at the top of the list, so that was
scratched off and not thought about again by Trunks. Goten loved life too much
to do anything like that. Both demi teens talked the day prior about what
colleges they wanted to attend, and fought about what movie they were going to
see that weekend. Trunks opting for the shoot ‘em up movie, while Goten wanted
to see a romantic comedy. Trunks snorted, yep, it was always like Chibi to be
the most romantic out of the two. A kiss here, a hug there, and the cutest
little teddy bear that Goten had purchased for Trunks for the Christmas
holidays. The brown fuzzy bear always sat on the demi prince’s bed, right
where Trunks wanted Goten to be sleeping with him every night.
 


“Nnngh…” The sound of a weak moan roused Trunks from
his musing. Eyes snapped open immediately, head quickly rising to see the sour
expression on Goten’s face.
 


“Chibi? Open your eyes for me baby.” Trunks demanded
softly, getting to his feet to lean over the bed, stroking Goten’s face in an
effort to see those dark eyes open.
 


“Trunks…”
 


“I’m right here. How are you feeling?”
 


 


 


“There is no way this is going to go on any longer.”
Goku mumbled to himself, packing Goten’s clothes into a large duffle bag. He
was going to make sure his son was safe and sound before he even thought about
himself. The only place where Goten could be safe was at the Briefs’ home.
Away from his ‘loving’ mother.
 


“What the hell are you doing?” ChiChi’s screeching
voice cut through the silence like a hot bladed knife.
 


“Getting my son out of here before you hurt him again.”
 


“Your son? Your son? You weren’t the one that spent
thirty-six hours in labor with him. Hell you weren’t around for the first
seven years of his life, why the hell do you lay claim on him now?”
 


“Because his mother tried to murder him. Stay away from
him.” Goku growled out, synching the duffle bag closed and throwing it over
his shoulder.
 


Outside, Vegeta clung to the dark shadows, listening to the
full-blooded saiyan and his hellcat wife verbally sparing. Most of the words
were muffled yells of undistinguished words. For the most part, it sounded like
an everyday disagreement between spouses, but when the topic of drugs and
murder, Vegeta couldn’t help the cold chill that raced down his spine.
 


“You’ve carried out your little drug induced tortures
for years ChiChi, but I won’t have you doing this to Goten.”
 


“My, my. You sure are willing to make sure I don’t hurt
the stupid kid. He’s just like you, you know. He looks just like you, acts
like you, same manners as you…He needs to be disciplined before he gets out of
line like you are now.” She hissed out, eyes on fire as she watched Goku
shiver under her glare.
 


“He’s staying at Capsule Corp until he ready to be out
on his own. There is no way I’m allowing him back in this house while you’re
still here.”
 


“Is that so? Well I have news for you mister. Goten is
underage, which means he lives with his parents unless the law finds us as unfit
parents, then and only then will they allow him to go where ever he pleases.”
 


“The only parent I see in this room as the unfit one is
you ChiChi. How could you do that to him? How? Did you do this stuff to Gohan
too? If you want someone to hurt or control…do it to me, not him.”
 


 


 


The news hit the saiyan prince like ten tons of bricks.
Almost all the puzzle pieces were now starting to fit together. The weird
activity, lost of appetite, the all out over all appearance of the younger
saiyan was all due to the dark haired banshee that stood on the other side of
the wall still screaming at Goku. With his jaw locked tight, his hands clenched
at his sides, Vegeta now stood on the edge, mind racing on what his next step
would be. Should he return home and tell them of his findings or enter
Kakarott’s house and confront the evil wench where she stood?
 


There was more slamming of doors, the shouting continued
for a while longer. Goku had locked himself in Goten’s room, still controlling
his anger by packing the rest of his youngest son’s belongings into boxes to
capsulate later. Goten would be safe with Vegeta and Trunks watching over him.
 


 


 


“I don’t feel so well Trunks…cold…” Goten
whispered, his teeth chattering slightly as he spoke. His koi grabbed a pile of
thin blankets off the counter, fanning them out over Goten’s trembling body.
 


“Shhhh, I’ll take care of you. Just get better ok?
I’ve been so worried Chibi.” The demi prince stroked his boyfriend’s face,
a small smile flitting across his face for him.
 


“Why can’t I move Trunks? I feel so sleepy…”
 


“You got into something bad Chibi. Don’t worry though,
Mom says you’ll be alright.”
 


“Oh, ok…” His dark eyes fluttered closed again,
almost instantly falling asleep once again. The lavender haired prince sighed in
relief. He was so scared that he would never be able to talk with his Chibi
again.
 


“I love you Son Goten.” Trunks punctuated his statement
with a gentle kiss to his koi’s clammy brow.
 


“The boy stays here. I suggest you get a room ready for
him.” Trunks snapped his head towards the voice of his father who now stood in
the doorway with his now clearly upset mother.
 


“Mom? Dad? What’s going on?”
 


“I made Kakarott a promise that I will keep. The boy is
to stay here until I say so. That fucking woman that he calls a wife is not
allowed here do you understand?”
 


“Ahh, yes…yes. What’s going on? Does this have to do
with what happened this afternoon?” Trunks stumbled out in question.
 


“Yes. Onna, I suggest you have a room ready for Kakarott
as well. I believe we’re going to have house guefor for a while.”
 


“Damn it Vegeta! Stop talking like you don’t know
anything. It’s pretty obvious that you know something that you are not sharing
with us.” Bulma snapped out, tapping her foot on the tiled flooring in
irritation.
 


“You will know everything when I do. Until then, Goten is
not allowed out of Capsule Corp without someone with him.” Vegeta snapped on
his heels and exited the med bay leaving the two stunned and confused.
 


 


 


In the quiet hours of the night, Son ChiChi was still
awake, lurking about the Son home. She was bound and determined to keep her
husband from ever leaving again, and was on a mission to bring her youngest son
home to her. Gohan turned out well, becoming a scholar just like his mother had
wanted him to be. But there seemed to be no hope for the other two Son males.
She was going to changet.
t.
 


Drawing a syringe out of its well kept hiding place, ChiChi
filled it with the most potent drug she could find er wer well-supplied stash.
She grinned to herself; she would have to thank Bulma for her recent sedatives
made especially for saiyans. Getting it took awhile, but with people with no
clue like Mr. and Mrs. Briefs not paying attention to her while she visited the
labs, it was more then easy to take the small vials without anyone questioning
her. She smiled knowingly to herself as she climbed the stairs, pulling out the
key to Goten’s bedroom.
 


“Oh yes, this is going to be so easy this time.” The
door creaked open, dim light casting her shadow on the wooden planked flooring.
Goku slept on his side, curled up with a pillow cradled against his chest. She
evilly smirked, drawing the syringe out of her pocket, uncapping it silently.
 


His mind registered a stabbing pain to his thigh first, the
warm sting spreading up and outward fast, faster then anything he’d ever felt
before. His mouth fell open in a muted cry, eyes screwed shut as the sting
turned into a dull pain, his limbs feeling heavy. He cracked his eyes open to
see his wife tossing the needle over her shoulder.
 


“You’ve had your chances, no more.” She spoke,
smiling as Goku’s head finally fell back on the bed, body that was fighting
against the poison that entered his body fell lax.
 


 


 


Vegeta paced in his bedroom, wondering about his comrade
that he left behind hours ago. His son was still down in the med bay with
Kakarott’s youngestlp, lp, nursing him back to health. His mind was nagging
him, wanting him to go to Kakarott’s house and take him out of the situation.
 


“Tomorrow. I’ll get that damn baka tomorrow. He’ll be
fine until I get there.”