Forgotten Tears of a Warrior

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A set of blue eyes peered around the corner of the half
closed door. Bura was sent off to play by her mother, but found hunting down her
older brother to be more fun then her dolls at the moment. It was still pretty
early in the morning, so the most logical place to start looking was his bedroom
of course. And that’s where she found him, leaning against the headboard, eyes
closed with Goten resting against his chest. Careful fingers glided through the
mop of jet-black hair effortlessly, as a faint purr was heard rising from his
chest.
 


“Trunks? Whatcha doing?” The little demi girl asked,
climbing up at the foot of the bed.
 


“Taking care of Goten.” Trunks replied, cracking open
his eyes to look down at his koi. If it weren’t for the fact that Goten was
still so weak and ill, he would have started yelling at Bura to leave his room.
 


“Why?” The mother of all questions that is asked by
billions of kids each day had tumbled from her lips. Trunks smiled slightly,
wrapping the blankets around Goten more securely, listening to the faint snore
that came from his koi.
 


“He’s not feeling very well Bura-chan, so I’m taking
care of him until he’s better.”
 


“He got sick because of his Mommy. I heard Mama and Daddy
talking about it this morning.” She stated matter of factly to her older
brother. This came to no surprise to Trunks. His sister had to be in the center
of everything, even if it wasn’t any of her business.
 


“That’s right. Hey, why don’t you do me a favor
Bura-chan? Can you ask Grandma to make some broth for Goten and bring it up
here?”
 


“But he’s asleep!”
 


“Shhhh! You don’t have to yell Bura. He needs to eat
something, so I’m going to wake him up and see if I can help him. Ok?”
 


“Ok, but after Goten is better can you play with me?”
 


“SBuraBura-chan. Now go, and don’t forget the broth.”
Trunks shook his head, watching his sister bound off the bed and out of the room
quickly. It didn’t take much to please her. As long as she was happy, Dad was
happy and the whole house was happy.
 


“Just get better soon koi. I can’t live with you like
this.” Trunks whispered against dark hair, wrapping his arms tightly around
Goten.
 


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 


 
 


Vegeta didn’t know about ChiChi’s presence at Capsule
Corp that morning before leaving for the Son home. If he had known, he would
have killed her on the spot. Now he stood on the doorstep, listening for any
fighting that might of flared up since the night prior. He checked for ki, the
bitchy woman and Goku were both inside, relatively close to one another. The
prince’s stomach churned at the fight the night before. He argued with his
inner voice, the one telling him to get Goku out of there before something bad
happened. But his pride, that stubborn pride didn’t make it easy for him to
just get it over with.
 


“Fuck it.” Vegeta muttered under his breath, opening
the door to the house. The house was clean, a few bags sat near the doorway, the
smell of something cooking in the oven wafted in the air. He followed his
senses, up the stairs. Shoes and some clothing cluttered the hall, just outside
one of the doorways. The prince frowned; they were the nagging harpy’s
garments.
 


“That’s it Goku…” The prince’s keen
hearing caught the woman speaking softly as he neared the door. His inner voice
screaming at him that something was wrong, terribly wrong.
 


“Pl…please…don’t…” Goku’s hushed voice
was next, the tone setting off warning sirens in the prince’s mind. It
wasn’t the voice of a coherent man. It was a desperate plea that was ignored
time and again.
 


“You don’t leave me any choice Goku.” The
sight sickened him. As a warrior, he thought he was prepared for anything, but
this. The look in Goku’s eyes could be summed up with one word. Fear. A look
the prince swore he’d never see on the younger saiyan. ChiChi sat on the side
of the bed, casually stroking Goku’s member, sitting in nothing but her
undergarments. There was no look of pleasure on the younger saiyans face, just
pure unadulterated fear.
 


‘How dare she touch him like that! She’s going to
rape him.’


 


“You heard him you bitch! Get away from him!” Vegeta
snarled, entering the room to confront the woman that had been torturing the
younger saiyan.
 


“You! Get the hell out of my house! You were not invited
in, you royal piece of trash!” ChiChi snapped, her lips curing up in anger for
being disturbed before she had her fun with the disjointed saiyan on the bed
before her.
 


“I said get away from him!” The rage was building
quickly. No one should be subjected to this kind of abuse, not even his or her
worse enemies. Rape was for the weak!
 


“You are not welcome here. This is my home and this is my
husband. What we do is none of anybody’s business! Why don’t you go back to
Capsule Corp and be with that slut of an ex wife and her lover! Atleast you had
the common sense to stay with your family, unlike Goku here. He’d rather be
dead then deal with his family. I’m just making it easier for him to stay home
where he belongs!” ChiChi shouted, getting off of the bed.
 


“How dare you! I’m making this my business. I will not
tolerate my subjects to be abused and raped!”
 


“Your subjects? You call six people with saiyan blood
your subjects? Well I have news for you all high and mighty Prince Vegeta! You
don’t have any subjects to rule over! I rule over half of those claimed
subjects of yours!” ChiChi laughed, finding the prince highly amusing.
 


“Don’t test me onna. You will regret every word and
every action you’ve ever done to Kakarot and your brats.”
 


“This is my family not yours! I will do as I please! Just
get the hell out of my house! You are not wanted here! It will be you that will
regret evening ing here today.”
 


“He…help…mmm…me…” The stuttered plea stunned
ChiChi, making her turn back towards the bed. Vegeta stopped his advance on the
woman; his stomach knotting as he watched a tear escape from one of the dark
eyes that tried to remain open and focused on the prince. Kakarot was begging
for help, begging to be freed of the torture and abuse. How many years had this
gone on? All the cries for help going unnoticed and unanswered?
 


‘Kakarot?’ Vegeta’s heart twisted, he felt the
pain and agony from the saiyan on the bed. Dear gods, the pain and raw emotions
rolled off of him in giant waves.
 


“Shut up! What have I told you about talking? You ” A
hand rose swiftly in the air, striking Goku across the face. The sound of the
slap knocked Vegeta back into reality.
 


“Damn Bitch!” Vegeta grabbed her arm, forcing her back
against the wall heavily. He growled, the anger flashing in his ebon eyes like
lightning.
 


“Get the fuck away from me!” She screamed, legs kicking
out to free herself from the grip of the prince. She screamed louder, baring her
teeth at Vegeta before trying to bite the hand that held her.
 


“You will not touch him ever again.” Vegeta snarled,
squeezing the wrist that was in his grasp until the loud sounds of bone cracking
was heard. ChiChi screamed as Vegeta broke hristrist, shoving her back against
the wall one last time before turning towards the bed.
 


“Kakarot?” The prince called out lightly, pulling off
his gloves as he sat on the edge of the bed. The woman sat on the floor, nursing
her broken wrist, growling and sending hateful glances at Vegeta. She would get
her revenge.
 


“Gods! You’re burning up Kak.” V.” Vegeta pulled his
hand away from feverish skin, noticing that Goku wasn’t looking very well at
all. He picked up the crumpled comforter off the floor, wrapping it soundly
around the larger saiyan.
 


“She won’t hurt you again. Ever.” He made sure his
pledge to the younger warrior was loud enough for ChiChi to hear before picking
Goku up off the bed and leaving as quickly as he could.
 


 


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 


 


“Trunks, you need to get some sleep. You look wore
out.” Yamcha suggested, watching the young demi saiyan enter the kitchen with
a half full bowl of cold broth.
 


“I’ll sleep when Goten is better.” Trunks replied,
rubbing at his tired eyes. The few hours of sleep early that morning did nothing
to relieve the anger and worry that still plagued him. He had only managed to
get Goten to drink some of the broth before the younger demi fell back asleep,
the drugs still taking their toll on the youth.
 


“He’ll be back to his old self soon, so don’t worry
so much Trunks. It’s not good for your health. I’m sure your mother
doesn’t want to worry about you as well.”
 


“Yeah, you’re right…what the hell!” Trunks shouted
over the loud sound of shattering glass and twisting steel that came from the
entrance of the house. Trunks quickly made his way back through the kitchen with
Yamcha at his heels.
 


“Dad?”
 


“Oh Dende, Goku!” Yamcha advanced towards the prince
that held the younger warrior protectively against his broad chest. The
impatient prince had decided to kick the main door in, not willing to wait for
someone to open it for him.
 


“That’s enough! Find the onna and tell her to meet me
down in the med bay right now!” Yamcha was quick to leave, obeying the
prince’s orders immediately. Trunks was more reluctant to leave, following his
father to the medical area.
 


“Dad? What happened?”
 


“I thought you’d figured that out by now brat. Isn’t
it obvious?” Vegeta snipped out, laying Goku down on the same gurney that his
son, Goten had occupied the day before.
 


“She drugged him? How could she?”
 


“She is a demon that belongs in the deepest parts of hell
and beyond. I caught her trying to…” Vegeta couldn’t bring himself to say
the disgusting words. He should have never left the house with out killing the
evil wench, but his concern for Kakarot’s health overrode the lust for
rge. ge.
 


“To do what Dad?” Trunks pushed on in his questioning,
watching his father’s emotions change across his otherwise expressionless
face.
 


“To rape him.”
 


“Do you think she’s done this before? Oh gods! She
could have raped Goten! What about Gohan?”
 


“Stop it!” Vegeta shouted. The insistent prattle of his
heir was pushing him towards the breaking point. Trunks clamped his mouth shut,
pulling out the various items he knew his mother would need, and laying them on
the metal stand near the gurney.
 


“Goku-san, you’re safe. We’ll get you fixed up.”  Trunks whispered near Goku’s ear as he
straightened the blanket that was wrapped around him. He shut his eyes for a
moment, taking a deep breath. This was all unreal. Why didn’t anyone see this
before?
 


“I’m here! Oh Kami-sama!” Bulma burst through the
door with Yamcha right behind her. Trunks and Vegeta stood back, watching Bulma
as she did some of the basic tests.
 


“He’s burning up! Trunks, ice packs now!” The blue
haired genius ordered, sending her son out of the room. She already knew what
the tests were going to reveal. But she was curious as to what and how much
ChiChi was using to drug her husband with. She readied the needle, gathering a
few small test tubes to hold the blood.
 


Goku could hardly keep himself awake, floating in and out
of consciousness since ChiChi started to molest him. His vision was blurred, his
senses rendered almost useless. He remembered Vegeta faintly, a loud fight of
some sort before the sound of thudding heartbeat in his ear. He felt safe in
those arms while that heartbeat drummed on.
 


“Goku? I’m going to take some blood. I have to know
what she used so I can treat you.” It was Bulma’s voice, but the vision he
saw in front of him was that of ChiChi, syringe waving menacingly in front of
his eyes. He couldn’t allow her to drug him again. What ever she used the last
time was wreaking havoc inside his body, making his blood feel like molten lava
as it wound through his veins. Death was better then the living world. He prayed
for death to claim him quickly.
 


“No…”
 


“Yamcha, keep him calm. I need to get this for tests.”
She picked up an alcohol swab; rubbing it briskly against his over heated skin,
ready to puncture the thin layer of protection to the vein.
 


“No…ddd don’t…” Goku’s hazy mind went into
overdrive, his body arching off the gurney as he started to hyperventilate. How
could Vegeta allow ChiChi to stick him with another needle? Didn’t he say that
he was safe from her? The only thing he could do now was will himself to pass
out. He wouldn’t feel the pain or the drugs if he went towards the blackness.
 


“Vegeta! Help me!” Bulma shouted, watching Goku’s
dark eyes roll to the back of his head.
 


‘Fight it Kakarot, I know you’re stronger than that.
You just have to hold on.’


 


“Onna! Do what you need to do and hurry the fuck up!
Kakarot, I’m here.” Vegeta snapped, holding the larger saiyan down while she
quickly drew the blood for the tests.
 


“Done!” She moved away quickly, rushing towards the
labs to start the tests leaving Vegeta and Yamcha behind to calm her long time
friend.
 


“This has to be the worse panic attack I’ve seen him
have before.” The scared warrior admitted, as Trunks came in with an armful of
ice packs his mother requested of him.
 


“Hn, blame it on that fucking bitch. I catch her any
where near Kakarot or his brats, I will not hesitate on killing her on the
spot.” Vegeta growled out, taking the ice packs from his son.
 


“What? You didn’t kill her? Damn it I should of blasted
her ass this morning!” Trunks slammed his fist down on the counter, cracking
the surface.
 


“This morning?” Both Yamcha and the prince asked,
eyeing the lavender haired heir as he began to pace, raking his hands through
his disheveled hair.
 


“She was here this morning trying to get Goten, but I
told her off. I threatened to kill her. She is never going to see Chibi
again!” Vegeta nodded curtly, pulling the comforter away from Goku’s heated
flesh. The symptoms were different then Goten’s. He was just astounded that
Goku was still coherent enough to even have a panic attack.
 


“Damn it, give me more of that ice! Kakarot, listen to
me. You are in no danger; you need to calm down. You are a free saiyan now.”
Vegeta said, smothering back Goku’s thick ebon locks away from his sweaty brow
as he placed an ice pack under the younger saiyan’s neck. 
 


“I’m all out.”
 


“Then get some more!” Both Yamcha and Trunks cringed
back at the loud command, both leaving to find more ice before Vegeta erupted
with anger. When Vegeta was satisfied that he was alone with Kakarot, he went
back to stroking the younger saiyan’s head, pulling the large spikes of hair
away from the dark eyes that were closed tightly. The prince found it amazing
that Goku was still somewhat awake, his breathing still rough and staggered.
 


“That’s it Kakarot, calm down. It’s over. As your
prince, I will not allow anyone to harm you ever again.”
 


“Ge…” Vegeta smiled slight at the small part of his ‘nickname’
that Goku was so fond of using. Goku’s eyes were mere slits, tears escaping
from the corners. His secret was out. The deepest, darkest secret that he had
planned to keep from everyone, especially Vegeta was out in the open. How could
his prince stand to be around such a weak man as himself? He could face his
mightiest foe, but could not stand up to his wife. Shame, guilt and
embarrassment washed over him in waves. His life would never be the same again.
 


“You’re safe.” And with those words, spoken by his
oujisama, Goku let the darkness claim him. The fight to remain in the light left
him with those two simple words.