Change of Hearts

A/N: I know it has been awhile, for you loyal readers of the story, out there in wherever land. I hope that this chapter will please some of you, and for those of you who don’t like it…OH WELL

Warnings: Heavy Angst

Previously**

“GOHAN THAT’S ENOUGH.” I yell now, desperately trying to not make this situation any worse.

He turns to me now, a look of amusement plastered on his face, and he points a finger at me.

“And guess what else guys…” He pauses for a second and turns his attention back to the many confused, angered, and sad faces of the wedding party.

“He’s fucking my father.”

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The moonlight shines brightly through my open window, a slight breeze rustles my hair and caresses my bare chest. My eyes are focused on nothing in particular; however my mind has been engrossed in the events that have taken place over a very short time span.

Was it all just a dream…?

My passionate moments with the Prince of Saiyans, had it been a series of fantasies?

I stare at the empty cold space in my bed that had once been occupied by a strong proud warrior, and I rack my brain for answers. For days, I had tried to make some sense of the situation…

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months…

You’re wondering what happened, aren’t you?

I’ll try to explain the best way I possibly can…

In the moment that Gohan had spoken those forbidden words, I had been frozen in place. The whole entire staff, the guests, and the wedding party,were shocked. Trunks eyes were full of dark anger, and Bulla’s tears were freely falling from her eyes. As I quickly tried to come up with some form of response to his very true accusation, Vegeta had quickly found out what his response would be.

He roared his anger into the air, and powered up into the ascended level of a Super Saiyan, he moved so fast that he became a bright blur, my son was too intoxicated to move, so he didn’t see what was coming.

When Vegeta became visible again, his hands were placed on my son’s chest, and before I could get out a “No!!! Vegeta”, Gohan was already gone.

To put it simple…

Vegeta blew him to pieces.

Not a trace of Gohan’s body, or his energy signal was left, and neither was the front of the grand building.

Vegeta’s pupils were so dark they almost looked red, and the usually gold glow of a Super Saiyan’s aura, was tainted with a shade of black around him.

I dropped to the floor, completely stricken with grief, my body became numb and my mind began to blackout. I stared at the back of my lover, my enemy, my friend, and was fueled with the burning desire to kill him, make love to him, and beat him, all at the same time.

To put me out of my misery, Vegeta once again took action, and retreated to the skies.

After that, I believe my body shut down, because I can’t remember anything that took place next.

Since that incident, I haven’t had any contact with Vegeta, he’s been gone for three months.

I sigh and think about my son, who had been acting like a complete jerk over the past year. He deserved for someone to beat him up, knock some sense into him. That person should’ve been me, his father. Instead of me being frozen by his words, I should’ve acted before Vegeta did. Then perhaps, my son would still be here.

I tried to find Vegeta after that, tried tracing his Ki, but anytime I picked up on anything, by the time I got there, he was already gone.

How am I supposed to feel about him now…

He killed my oldest son in a fit of rage, that meant that the Vegeta that I knew was possibly gone, and he was back to the anger driven warrior who cared for no one. What if I did finally find him and he tried to kill me out of some old rivalry?

Because of these many questions, eventually I stopped looking for him, scared of what I might find.

Goten and Bulla moved completely out of the country a month after their nightmare of a wedding. Trunks stayed at Capsule Corp. to continue his family’s legacy. I had been by there a few times, just to check on Trunks, and I had asked him if he had seen Vegeta since the incident. He told me that sometimes he could feel his presence, as if he were watching him from a distance, but as for physically seeing him and being able to talk to him, the answer was always no.

Similarly to Trunks, there had been times in between these months that I have felt the Prince’s presence. It was very unmistakable, and has always been the same. His energy was always fierce and piercing. Every time I felt it, it would cause me to get up and run outside, or try to teleport to its source, only to find that my efforts were in vain.

But if I did find him…

What would I say?

I feel very angry that he killed my son, a part of me demands revenge, but in the same token, Gohan had went way overboard with Vegeta, talking about his family and then outing in front of everyone, his relationship with me.

But couldn’t Vegeta control his energy, enough to maybe hurt Gohan and not kill him.

I wonder, had he even meant to kill him?

So many questions that I’m sure, I won’t ever receive answers to, all I can hope is that he is safe, and in some way happy. Even though, the latter is quite unrealistic.

(*)

The clouds begin to form together in the sky, and the scent of the air changes to a heavy muskier smell, indicating that a storm is near. However I don’t move from my place, I continue to watch the sky, watching the dark blue color, fade into an almost black shade.

It’s as if the sky was at peace, and now something has angered it, making it want the earth to feel its wrath.

Rage…

The four letter word that had been used to describe that which drove me to commit crimes against life.

The four letter word that has been my alter ego.

If I could name the other half of me, the personality that has been dormant all these years, it would no doubt be called rage.

What could my children think of me now?

All my daughter had known me to be was a stubborn, protective, caring father, and my son seen me as a man who held his best interest at heart, and would do anything to keep him from harm.

They had known me to be good…

And now, their image of me has no doubt changed, due to Gohan’s mouth, and my unrestrained actions.

Kakarrot…

It’s been three months that I’ve been running for him. I always keep on the constant move for fear that one day, because of that damned technique of his, he’ll find me, and ask me questions of which I still have not found answers to.

The sky screams its alert in loud booming choruses of thunder…

How many times, had I alerted Gohan before I…

Lightning fills the sky, brightening it in a flash and then disappearing.

It seems me and the sky of this universe, have a lot in common.

I smile at this thought, and realize it has been a long time since a smile has graced my features. The rain begins to pour and I stand there welcoming it, my hair begins to fall back against my shoulders and the clothes
I am wearing, sticks to me like a second skin.

It feels good to be out here, but also lonely.

I hate to admit it, but I miss that clown and his stupid grin.

I miss him being concerned for me and trying to make me feel better, taking time out for me even if he has million things to do, and comforting me during my darkest moments. Dealing with my insults and sarcasm, my many mood swings, and arrogance, there aren’t many people who desire to be around a guy like me.

Yet this, pure hearted, stupid, grinning clown of a man…

Devoted his time and passion, to me

And I repaid him by slaughtering his firstborn son, because of my anger.

How many times can a man say I’m sorry, before it holds no value anymore?

I need to see him, but what will I say, how can I give answers, and apologies, when I myself cannot explain my actions. I relive them each and every day, and I find a million things that I could’ve done differently, unfortunately, I cannot change the past.

However, I know eventually I will have to face my present, instead of running from it.

“Vegeta”.

Kakarrot?

I was so lost in my thoughts, that I forgot to mask my power, and now, he’s found me. I turn slowly toward the voice. The voice that I have longed to hear, but also feared in the same time, I am not afraid of Kakarrot, I have just been afraid of facing him.

“I found you.” He speaks again, the winds of the storm increase heavily, his hair is flowing freely against it, and his eyes are focused on me.

I blink a few times, to make sure that I am not dreaming or hallucinating. When I stop blinking and stare directly at him, I realize that he is much closer to me now.

I can smell him…

I can feel his energy…

His eyes are a mirror to my heart, showing emotions of confusion, desire, need, lust,and anger all at once.

Our eyes lock on each other, as if there is nothing else for us to give attention to. The intensity of his stare sends chills up and down my spine, and I find myself tempted to leave. On the flip side, I want to be near him, but I won’t tell him that, I will only beckon him to me with my eyes.

But instead of coming any closer then he already is, he just simply whispers to me…

“Stop running.”

A/N 2: Hmm, was Vegeta dreaming, or did Goku really find him? What do you think?