Forgotten Tears of a Warrior

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I don’t own DBZ so please don’t sue me!
 


 Thank you Thank you for all the kind reviews!!
Warnings: Sick, demented ChiChi, cuteness maybe


 


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The night seemed to be endless. The dark cloudless night
marched on at an ants pace, the light of dawn still hours away, singling a brand
new day. Vegeta had only managed a few hours of sleep before being woke from his
slumber by some weird dream. The prince shook it off, managing to put the
disturbing images of his nightmare off in some other dark recess of his brain
for the time being.
 


Silently he crept around the large house, everyone seemed
to be deep in dreamland as he passed by the sleeping quarters of Bulma, Yamcha,
Bura and Bulma’s parents. He could feel Trunks’ lowered ki still down in the
medical area, keeping watch over his best friend, his koibito. Vegeta was still
appalled by the speech ChiChi had made, drugging her child and her husband. How
could this go unnoticed under his nose for so long? He saw all the warning s
is
indicating trouble, but did nothing to find the truth until now. He still had
many unanswered questions, but vowed to get the whole story from Kakarott as
soon as he retrieved him from the Son home later that morning.
 


 


Trunks had just returned to the med bay, minutes before
Vegeta woke to stalk the halls of the house. The demi prince’s stomach was
hurting from the lack of food, which forced him out of the room to seek
something edible out while Goten still slept. With a tray laden down with
leftovers from Yamcha’s take out order, and a small bowl of broth should Goten
awake, Trunks sat near the bed, eating in a hurry.
 


His mind dwelled on his father’s announcement from
earlier. Why wasn’t ChiChi allowed to be here with her son? His brow furrowed
in thought, still not understanding what was going on.
 


“Didn’t your mother tell you if you made faces like
that, your face would freeze in that manner?” Trunks choked on the white
sticky rice that was crammed in his mouth, his father’s knack of scaring him
working once again.
 


“Damn it Dad! Don’t you have any thing better to do
besides scaring me?” Trunks asked, sitting down the small ceramic bowl that
once contained the last of the rice still choking.
 


“If you were paying attention, you would of known I was
here. I came down here to check on Kakarott’s brat.”
 


“Well, as you can see, there isn’t much going on down
here. Still waiting on Goten to wake up and stay awake….” The last part was
followed by a frown, blue eyes adverting away from his father’s intense glare.
 


“I meant what I said earlier brat. His mother is not
allowed around him.”
 


“Why? Will you stop clouding the truth with your
mysterious knowledge of what’s going on here?”
 


“The boy’s mother is the one to blame for this. She
freely admitted it to Kakarott last night that she was the one that drugged the
boy.” Vegeta growled out, still highly pissed about the situation.
 


“How…how could she? Goten did nothing wrong did he? He
could of died…”
 


“I know that brat! That little show she put on earlier
when she came to visit was just that. Just a fucking act to cover up what she
did to the whelp. She wasn’t worried about him; she just came to check out her
handy work. Fucking bitch!” Vegeta spat angrily, pacing the tiled floor at the
foot of the bed.
 


“No…” Trunks whispered weakly, shock written in his
pale features. How could a mother kill her child without a worry? Parents were
supposed to lover their children no matter what, not murder them.
 


 


 


The dawn slowly spread across Mt. Paozu, sunlight starting
to filter through the blinds in the Son home. ChiChi was already awake, flitting
about the house in her usual manner, cleaning odds and ends and starting the
family wash. A smirked formed on her lips as she stood in front of the open door
to Goten’s room, her husband still lying where she left him the night prior.
The saiyan sedative she had stolen from the Capsule Corp lab should keep him out
for atleast another twenty hours. Damn, she had to thank Bulma for making the
concoction. Maybe even thank Vegeta for being a stubborn bastard, not wanting to
stop training while he was injured, the real reason why Bulma made it to begin
with.
 


“Well, Goku darling. I’m afraid I can’t play just
yet. I have to pick up your son and bring him home. I promise we’ll have lots
of fun when I get back.” ChiChi smiled, pulling out the key to the air car
that was safely tucked away in the pocket of her apron. She wanted to hurry,
grab her son and come back. Goten would be out of it for days, not remembering a
thing, which was a bonus in her direction. She had plans for her sweet husband
later that morning. Plans that involved the euphoric bliss that she hadn’t
received in a while, especially since Goku took to running away before the
measly human drugs could down his system into submission.
 


 


 


The light of a brand new day was also dawning on Capsule
Corp. Bulma was one of fir first ones to rise this morning, starting the morning
coffee before going down to the med bay to check on Goten and her son. She had
to suppress a small ‘Awww’ and giggle seeing her son curled up next
to Goten, arm thrown haphazardly across the young Son protectively, his nose
nuzzled deeply into the messy black hair. She really wished she had a camera at
the moment. The picture would be too cute, and could also be used as blackmail
if Trunks decided to skip out of working in the labs on the weekend. 
 


“Onna, are you going to stand there all day gawking at
our son?”
 


“Damn it Vegeta! I thought you were still sleeping.”
Bulma hissed out, hand still clutching at the front of her shirt. She really
hated when the sly prince would sneak up on her and scare her shitless.
 


“Well obviously I’m not. But I do have better things to
do then sit here the rest of the day. Did you have a room made up for Kakarott
as I asked?”
 


“You don’t have to be so rude! Yes, I have a room ready
for him. Yamcha and I set up both rooms last night before we went to bed. So are
you going to tell me what’s got your interests piqued? You’ve never worried
about Goku before.” The blue haired genius questioned, crossing her arms and
leaning back against the counter behind her.
 


“That’s before I learned something about Kakarott and
his brat. Those drugs in Goten’s system, the bitch put them there.” Vegeta
snapped out, his hand pointing in the direction where Goten and Trunks both
slept soundly.
 


“? Ch? ChiChi did this?” Bulma’s eyes widen with the
news, anger rising steadily as the words continued to sink in.
 


“Yes. She did her little song and dance here last night,
oh so worried about her ‘baby’ when she fucking did that to him. I
have the feeling she’s doing the same to Kakarott as well.”
 


“But how Vegeta? Goku is one of the strongest people in
the entire universe. How could she do such a thing to him? It just doesn’t
seem like it’s possible.”
 


“Anything is possible, onna. That wench probably has
Kakarott brainwashed along with all the damn drugs in his system. You know when
he stayed here? I made all those sandwiches up just for him. He hardly touched
any of them. When was the last time you’ve seen a saiyan refusing food,
especially Kakarott?”
 


“She was poisoning his food…damn, no wonder she could
get away with it. That’s why his gi looked way too big on him, he was
starving.”
 


“And probably for a long time as well. He’s totally
afraid of her. Kakarott asked me yesterday that if anything should happen to
him, that we keep his youngest here. Away from his mother.”
 


“I would never push Goten out of here. He’s like my
second son. Plus I think it’s pretty cute, the two of them.” Bulma motioned
with her head towards the bed with the two sleeping demis.
 


“You think everything is ‘cute’.” Vegeta
spat, noticing that their loud conversation had woken Trunks. The demi prince
yawned, stretching his arms and legs in different directions before taking
notice of his parents in the room. Scarlet blazed across his cheeks seeing the
position he was just in with Goten. Bulma smiled while Vegeta scowled, not
caring one bit about what is son was just doing.
 


“Well, I think I’m going to go get me some coffee.
Trunks, why don’t you try and wake Goten again.” Bulma clapped her hands
together, earning her a weird look from her ex lover as she exited the room.
Vegeta thought about it for a moment, deciding to follow the woman and hopefully
get her to fix him some breakfast before he made his flight over to the Son
home.
 


 


Trunks sighed, brushing his hand across Goten’s face,
debating on the easiest way to wake him.
 


“Goten koi, I need you to wake up. Come on, I know you
can.” Trunks whispered into the other demi’s ear, giving him a few nudges.
The youngest Son groaned, turning his head away.
 


“I know you can hear me Goten. Wake up! I bet Mom will
make you some breakfast.” Goten moaned again, followed by some garbled speech.
 


“What was that koi?”
 


“My head hurts and I have to really pee bad!” Goten
mumbled out clearer, making Trunks smile.
 


“Here, I’ll help you.”
 


 


After helping Goten to the restroom, Trunks proceeded to
help Goten walk towards the main part of the house. Goten was still pretty much
under the influence of the drugs, his body still feeling weak, knees threatening
to buckle with each step he took. Trunks heart ached badly with each step. He
never thought in his wildest dreams anything like this would happen to his koi.
 


“Trunks…”
 


“I know Goten, I know.” The demi prince scooped him up
in his arms, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
 


“What the hell? You get away from my son!” ChiChi’s
shrill voice echoed in the hall. Trunks had stopped, glaring daggers at the
woman that dared to hurt his koi. Goten’s head lulled slightly before leaning
against the strong shoulder of his boyfriend.
 


“How did you get in here?” Trunks seethed out, cerulean
eyes igniting with raging fire. Goten whimpered, the world around him s
ha
hazy.
 


“I came to get my son, but find you pawing all over him
while he’s sick! You gay freak!”
 


“I suggest you get out of here before I do something I
won’t regret doing.”
 


“How dare you!”
 


“How dare YOU! You did this to him! Aren’t you ashamed
of yourseI shI should fucking kill you right here and now!”
 


“You wouldn’t! Goku will kill you if you touched one
hair on my head.”
 


“I highly doubt he’d worry about you.” Trunks growled
out, pushing past the woman with out looking back. ChiChi growled to herself,
fist clenched tightly at her sides. She wasn’t going to get her son back
today, but she still had Goku to tend to. She would return later to get her son
away from the Briefs. She would not allow Goten to be sucked into their perverse
ways.
 


Just the sight of the woman made Trunks tremble in anger.
He continued on, bypassing the kitchen and his family to take Goten up to his
room where he would be safe, safe and sound away from that psycho woman. He
pushed open the door with his foot, putting Goten in his soft bed. The dark
haired demi mumbled under his breath, his eyes closed again.
 


“I promise she won’t hurt you ever again.”
 


 


 


It was an hour later, after ChiChi had left fuming from
Capsule Corp. She now stood in the doorway of Goten’s room at the Son home
with a wicked gleam in her eye. Goku still helpless as a baby on the bed. She
looked him over, noticing the sweat that clung to his muscles; his eyes seemed
to be clenched shut, while his breathing was coming out in short pants. She
started with her shoes, kicking them off in the small hallway, followed by her
light jacket. Slowly, she peeled away the layers of clothes as she entered the
bedroom, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties. She smiled down sweetly
at her husband, her small hand snaking out to caress Goku’s naked groin,
waiting for him to respond to her. His flaccid flesh reacted well to her touch,
as she continued to stroke him.
 


“That’s it Goku…” She breathed out, her face
starting to flush with anticipation of what was going to happen next.
 


“Pl…please…..don’t…” ChiChi gasped loudly,
finding Goku’s eyes slightly open. He was fighting to move any part of his
body, his mind screaming, but in the end the drug was winning the battle he had
no control over.
 


“You don’t leave me any choice Goku.” She said in a
sickly sweet voice, her hand continuing to stroke him.
 


“You heard him you bitch! Get away from him!” ChiChi
whipped her head around, lips curling up in rage with the intrusion.
 


“You!”