Forgotten Tears of a Warrior

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Bulma stared wide-eyed at the computer monitor as the
chemical compositions began listing.  Some
were lingering trace amounts, the same drugs that she had found in the read outs
of Goten’s tests the day before.
 


“Come on! What did that crazy bitch use?” Bulma bit at
her thumbnail, she hated to be stuck in there, waiting, while her long time
friend was so sick just a few rooms over.
 


“Hey Bulma, I brought you a cup of tea.” Yamcha drifted
in to the room, his mood mirroring everyone else’s in the house.
 


“Thanks. How’s Goku doing?” She asked taking the warm
cup from her lover so he could sit down next to her.
 


“I think he’s asleep. I wasn’t going to stick around
while Vegeta is so pissed.” Yamcha swept a hand through his hair, eyes
glancing at the patterns on the floor.
 


“The last time I saw him this sick was when the heart
virus attacked him. How could she do this to him?”
 


“I want to know the answer to that question myself,
Yamcha. I’m sure we’ll get our answers in time. I don’t think Goku will
say much to us about it, and I won’t push him to tell, either. It could make
things worse.”
 


“What do you mean? He’d better tell us what’s been
going on!”
 


“Calm yourself. You don’t expect rape victims, or
victims of violent crimes to come out with their stories right away. I’m sure
Goku will be the same way. Do you reathinthink the strongest man in the universe
is going to freely admit that his wife has been abusing him or his kid?  I’m also sure Goten won’t know
what’s been happening either. Poor kid.” She shook her head, still watching
the monitor intently.
 


“He’s still asleep. Trunks just went back to his room
to stay with him. I’m worried about Trunks, too. We don’t need him stressed
about this stuff.”
 


“Son of a bitch.” Bulma growled out, her eyes scanning
the last results to pop up on the screen.
 


“Bulma?”
 


“Gods! She’d better find a good place to fucking hide,
or I’ll kill her myself. How did she get it?” Bulma shot off her stool,
running towards her main lab.
 


 


The med bay was unusually quiet. The sounds of the medical
equipment blended into the background, as Vegeta was lost in deep thoughts. How
could he not have seen what hadn han happening all these years? Goku acted like
nothing was wrong, keeping up his annoying cheerful appearance until recently
with his weird behavior. He could not get the phantom picture of Goku’s eyes
out of his head. Those eyes would haunt him forever; those orbs of ebon,
pleading to the prince to take him away from all of it, screaming for help. The
tears that cascaded down pale cheeks would have been something he’d yell at
the younger warrior about before, but now? He knew, and remembered that pain.
Vegeta had thanked a thousand gods when Frieza controlled him no longer. He
could come and go as he pleased. No more wondering when the next beating would
take place. He looked down at Goku’s now relaxed face, taking in the pale
complexion. He would be the one that would have to get the younger Saiyan back
on his feet. He would be the one that would have to teach him how to heal. The
prince would not waiver from his duty. He felt compelled, deep down inside, to
help his former enemy overcome the years of abuse that he’d endured. If people
only knew how long it took him to heal from the madness that was Frieza…alone.
 


“It’s not your fault, Kakarot. If anyone should be at
fault, it should be me for not noticing sooner. I feel that I have neglected my
duties as a prince. Not looking over what few of my people that remain. I’m
sorry, Kakarot. I will remember my pledge; she will not hurt your family ever
again.” Vegeta whispered, wiping away the sweat from Goku’s brow with a cool
towel.
 


“Nnngh…no…” Goku’s face twisted, his head turning
away from Vegeta’s touch. The prince frowned. He had a hard job ahead of him
to return the younger Saiyan back to his original state. If Kakarot would trust
him to do so. The prince knew it would take some time before the younger Saiyan
would start trusting people all over again.
 


“Shhhh, it’s all right, Kakarot. I’m here.” The
prince reassured him, repositioning the ice pack under Goku’s feverish neck.
The larger Saiyan seemed to calm with the sound of Vegeta’s voice, relaxing
his facial features. Breathing out a heavy sigh, Vegeta closed his eyes, leaning
back against the wall once again.
 


 


The sounds of metal and glass clattering and breaking made
the prince snap open his eyes. He growled, hating when things were in chaos at
the house. He could hear Bulma’s voice, shouting curse words that made even
him blush. The prince scowled, pushing himself away from his watchful position
over Goku to investigate what had the woman’s panties in such a knot.
 


He followed the high-pitched voice, it led him directly to
Bulma’s main lab. From outside the door, he could hear Yamcha telling her to
calm down, while Bulma continued on.
 


“Onna! What is the meaning of this?” Vegeta’s voice
was crisp and sharp, but didn’t stop the blue haired genius from trashing her
lab more.
 


“Vegeta, you remember that sedative that I made a long
time ago for you? The one that you had such a bad reaction to?” Bulma asked,
sweeping away the loose hair from her eyes.
 


“How could I forget such retched shit? You all most
killed me with that crap!” The prince spat, remembering that it took almost a
week to regain some sort of regular life after being injected with the sedative.
Bulma had given it to him after he blew up his training capsule, and refused to
rest and heal afterwards.
 


“I can’t find it in here. It’s gone. I’ve looked
everywhere for it!”
 


“So? You’re not going to use that on anyone. I forbid
it!”
 


“I’m not the one that’s used it. That shit is what
that fucking bitch used on Goku! All the reactions you had will probably be the
same for him. Fever, pain, nausea, dizziness, all the hallucinations…oh gods.
Son-kun.”
 


“I thought you destroyed the stuff after that happened,
onna.” The prince growled out, anger flashing dangerously in his dark eyes.
 


“I destroyed all of it but one vial. I kept it here in my
lab so I could work on it some more. Figure out why it was so harmful to
Saiyans. Damn it! How was I supposed to know that ChiChi would do such a
thing?” Bulma cried out, her mind not knowing whether to be extremely pissed,
or just to break down and cry because of everything that had happened over the
last few days. Vegeta growled out of frustration, running a hand through his
hair. Could the day get any worse?
 


 


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 


Gohan was fuming. His hair blazed the familiar gold of a
super Saiyan as he cut through the sky. His destination: Capsule Corp. His
hysterical wife, Videl, phoned him crying that something terrible had happened
to his mother, and summoned him home. Being concerned for his mother’s well
being, he left his class and rushed home right away.founfound his mother sitting
at the kitchen table crying, clutching her right arm to her chest tightly. As he
tended to her broken wrist, she told him that Vegeta had gotten violent with her
when she didn’t know where Goku was that morning. The details enraged the
eldest of the demi Saiyans, and he vowed to pound the living hell out of the
prince after fixing his mother’s injuries.
 


Gohan touched down just outside the front doors of Capsule
Corp, frog whg when he saw the damage done to the big glass doors that used to
be there. This didn’t concern him, he was on a mission now, a mission to hunt
down Vegeta and pay him back ten fold for what he had done to his mother that
morning. He felt around for ki, finding, not surprisingly, Trunks and his baby
brother together upstairs. He shook his head, blocking out their ki and
searching again. Gohan clenched his fist when he found Vegeta’s, in the same
area with Yamcha, Bulma and his father’s just down the hall, on the other side
of the main labs.
                       
 


Vegeta had just left Bulma’s lab to go back to the
medical area when a fist sent him into the nearest wall. Taken completely off
guard, Vegeta growled to himself, picking himself back up to find Kakarot’s
eldest standing in the middle of the hall with his sparking gold aura flaming
around him.
 


“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Vegeta
shouted, keeping a close eye on Gohan. Another punch was thrown; Vegeta dodged
it quickly, moving away from the enraged Son.
 


“You hurt my mother, you son of a bitch!” The eldest
demi snarled out, fist clenching tightly, preparing for the next strike. The
smirk the prince returned only fueled his anger, igniting his rage to send him
to the next level of super Saiyan. Bulma and Yamcha barreled through the lab
doors, shocked to find Gohan in such a state.
 


“She deserves everything she gets.” Vegeta finally
spoke, his voice holding a certain air of cockiness about it.
 


“What the hell do you mean by that? She’s done nothing
to you! You left her with a broken wrist this morning!”
 


“She should be lucky she’s not dead.” Yamcha piped up
from behind the prince with a scowl on his scarred face.
 


“Yamcha!” Bulma hissed, not wanting her lover to get
into the middle of a Saiyan showdown. There was no way to get Yamcha back if he
were to be killed over a comment like that.
 


“This is just plain and utter madness! What the hell did
my mother do to any of you?” Gohan spat out, fazing out of sight for a quick
moment only to rear iar in front of Vegeta. The battle hardened warrior sensed
it, catching the foot that was directed at his head.
 


“Damn it! You’re just as stubborn as your wretched
mother! You want to see what your loving mother has done? Would you like to see
what she hone one to your father and brother?”
 


“What do you mean by that? How could she do anything to a
Saiyan?”
 


“Gohan, follow me.” Bulma gestured with her hand,
leading the way towards the medical area. Gohan followed hesitantly, not sure
what he’d find. Anger still brewed in his soul. He watched as Vegeta pushed
past him to follow Bulma. 
 


 


In the west wing, Trunks’ eyes snapped open with the
flare of ki that seemed too close for comfort. He wiped the drool from his chin,
cursing himself silently about keeping his mouth open when he slept. He shifted
in position, trying to get out from underneath Goten, who was using the demi
prince as a pillow. He had to smirk, feeling his tee shirt was damp with drool
from his dark haired boyfriend.
 


“At least I’m not the only one that still drools.” He
climbed out of bed, and slipped out of his room.
 


“Why is Gohan so upset?” The young prince pondered,
making his way through the kitchen, grabbing an apple on his way to investigate.
As he turned the corner in the corridor, he caught sight of everyone just
entering the med bay, and Gohan’s voice calling out to his father.
 


 


“Dad? What is wrong with him?” Gohan was immediately
next to his father’s bedside, his angry disposition quickly changing to one of
concern.
 


“Your mother has been drugging him, Gohan. Vegeta found
him in this state at your parents’ house this morning.” Bulma spoke calmly,
easing her way towards the bed with the necessary items to start an IV on the
older Son.
 


“How do I know Vegeta didn’t do this?”
 


“Because Trunks found your brother like this yesterday
afternoon. He was drugged with three different sedatives that your mother
admitted to giving him. He’s up in Trunks’ room, still out of it.” Gohan
shook his head. He didn’t believe what he was hearing at all. His mother might
be a little overbearing and stern, but drugging his father and brother? It
didn’t make any sense at all for her to do it in the first place. He combed
back his wild locks of hair; he’d have to wait for answers to find out if
everything Bulma was saying was true. 
 


Gohemaiemained quiet, silently watching Bulma set up two
intravenous lines on his unconscious father, watching the man whimper and jerk
away from her gentle touch. This man was his father, underneath the pale
complexion, limp hair and the weight loss. Why hadn’t he noticed these things
before? Was he too busy with his own family to see it? Did Goten see the change?
His stomach churned in uneasiness. His little brother was in the same condition.
 


“It’s ok, Goku. It’s me, Bulma. I’m going to try to
make you feel better.” Her comforting words did nothing to calm the younger
Saiyan, as he continued to jerk his arm away.
 


“A little help here, Vegeta. Hey, why don’t you go
check on Goten? I’m sure he’d like to know his big brother is here.”
 


“Yeah, I’d like to see him. I’ll be back.” Gohan
answered softly, before leaving the room.
 


“If you need anything, just yell. I’m going to make
sure Bura is behaving.” And with that, Yamcha left as well, leaving Bulma and
Vegeta to care for Goku.
 


“Now, since we don’t have an audience, I need to get
the rest of these lines hooked up and a catheter put in place. He’s going to
be in here awhile. Just keep him calm for me, please.” Vegeta visibly paled,
he remembered when the onna did the same to him. He wished he would never go
through that experience again any time soon.
 


“Fine, just hurry up.” He spat out, turning his back to
her, not wanting to see how the procedure was done. He surely didn’t want
nightmares of it being done to him, that was for sure.
 


 


 


Trunks had listened in on the conversation held within the
med bay, finding no other useful information. He was upset and angered beyond
belief, but there really wasn’t anything he could do at all, except care for
his Chibi. He finished off his apple, tossing the core away as he reentered the
kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before heading back to his room.
 


“Hey, Trunks.” The demi prince stopped, waiting on
Gohan to catch up with him.
 


“So, how is he? Your Mom told me…”
 


“Your mother drugged him. I will never forgive her for
what she has done.”
 


“It could have been an…”
 


“No! He could have died before I found him, Gohan. Same
for your father. If it wasn’t for my Dad finding Goku, he would have suffered
a lot more than he is now.” Trunks shook his head as he bit his bottom lip. He
wasn’t going to disclose what his father had told him that morning, about the
way he found Goku. He took a deep breath and started his ascent up the stairs to
his room with Gohan right behind him. As he got closer to the top, the dark
chaotic mop that Goten called hair caught his eye. Sitting at the top of the
stairs, head resting against the banister, Goten slept.
 


“Chibi? Hey, wake up.” Trunks knelt down, shaking the
younger demi by his bare shoulders. Goten yawned, a shaky fist rising to rub at
one of his eyes.
 


“Koi…”
 


“What are you doing out here?”
 


“Looking for you.” Goten’s answer was simple. He
opened his sleepy eyes, and gave Trunks a small smile before he closed them
again.
 


“Is something wrong?”
 


“Missed you…” Gohan chuckled lightly; watching Trunks
pull his brother to his feet and helping him walk the rest of the way back to
Trunks’ room. He walked behind them, noticing the ungraceful skill of
Goten’s feet. He was definitely out of it. How could his mother do such a
thing? This only allowed his anger to rise again.
 


“Take care of him, Trunks. I’m going to go speak with
my mother.”
 


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 


As the sun slipped behind the mountains, the warm blanket
of darkness crept in to take its place. Bulma finally left the med bay,
fatigued, hunger finally forcing her to go back to the main part of the house.
Trunks was only seen for the smallest of moments, the rest of his time was spent
locked away in his bedroom taking care of Goten. Yamcha was out with Bura, the
young Bulma look-alike conning him into ice cream. Vegeta on the other hand
stayed in the medical area, watching over the last full-blooded Saiyan in the
universe beside himself. There were whimpers, moans and the occasional sobbing
cry coming from the young warrior as he continued to fight against the poison
that was coursing its way through his veins.
 


Vegeta never thought in his entire life that he would be
playing nursemaid to the ‘third class clown’. He wiped away the beads of
sweat gently; talked soothingly when the younger warrior would call out in pain.
Somewhere, his hatred for the young Saiyan fell along the roadside, discarded
for life. He admired his strength and gentleness. Something within the prince
snapped at the sight of Kakarot’s treatment. He would not allow someone to go
through the pain that he had to withstand for well over two decades.
 


“How is he?” The calm voice asked from the doorway.
 


“The same.” Vegeta replied, not even looking up from
his task of wiping Goku’s forehead.
 


“Mom’s gone. She was gone by the time I got back there.
Everything that she owned is missing.”
 


“Good riddance then.”
 


“Vegeta, do you think she’s been doing this for a
while?”
 


“Even before your Uncle Radditz showed on Earth. I know
that.”
 


“Did Dad tell you everything, then?” Gohan asked,
taking a seat on the other side of the bed from the prince.
 


“No,” Vegeta shook his head. “I heard it all last
night. They were fighting, your father was furious about what happened to your
brother. You know your brother is the result of a rape.”
 


“What? Dad would never do such a thing.”

”Baka brat! Think about it. Use that damn head of yours. Women are not the
only one’s that can be raped. I caught your mother trying to rape him this
morning.” Gohan sat stunned, trying to digest all the information that Vegeta
was spilling. There was a lot that he did not know about.
 


“Gods…I’m sorry I didn’t notice. I feel so
horrible.”
 


“Hn. You’re not the only one.” The feelings that were
swirling around within both of the men finally hit harder when Goku jerked on
the bed, whimpering. Tears starting to fall from the corner of closed eyes.
 


“No…pl…please no. Don’t hurt m…me
again…ungh…I beg…”