Give Me Morbid Truth

I was in a writing mood and I\'m stuck on my other fic so I decided to write a one shot........ Thats what Unloved Dead Bodies was supposed to be and it\'s gonna turn out to have around 20 chapters...... I hope that doesn\'t happen here. This fic is based off a short story of mine, so I hope you like it. Read on! Oh, yeah, and PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonBallZ or the Brady Bunch......

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The morning light was glaring in from the window and he slowly opened his eyes. But they slammed shut just as quickly. His head was pounding and everything seemed like it was spinning.
He sat up one of his legs fell off the couch, dangling beside him. Suddenly the pain spread to his stomach and he thought he would vomit. Like it wasn\'t bad enough he had already goten into a fight with that woman last night, what would she do if he spit digested food all over her cream colored carpet?
At that thought, Vegeta stood up and darted as fast as he could to the bathroom down the hall. His bare feet padded noisily as they slapped against the tile of the bathroom.
Vegeta lent over the toliet and emptyed his stomach into the once clear water. After he was finished he flushed the toilet and watched his dinner from last night swirl into nothing as it disapeared down the metal pipe.
He stood up straight and watled over to the sink. Vegeta raised his head to look into the mirror and he almost jumped in suprise. He looked awful!
His eyes had big black sacks under them and his skin was as wite as the wall he was standing next to. Sweat had mostioned his raven hair and was pouring down his strained face.
His eyes were large as he reached up to touch his face. \'What the fuck happened!? I only remember the fight me and the woman had...... But that always happens and I never come out of it looking this bad.\'
His thoughts raced with questions. Did he not sleep well? Did he have another nightmare and just forget about it? He didn\'t know, so he pushed the pesturing voices aside and walked out of the bathroom.
As the kitchen came into veiw, he stummbled forward to reach it. The counter supported him and began to walk along it.
After what seemed like forever, Vegeta reached the coffee pot and turned it on. He stared at the machine as it made the black liquid that he now often craved.
When it was finished he grabbed the cup that sat to his left. Vegeta lifted it to his face, reading the letters on the side of it. Though, he had to squint so they came out clear.
\"Number one dad......\" He whispered the words to himself and scorn rose in him. Yes, him and his family were just like the brady bunch, perfect in every way. Ha, yeah right.
His childern hated him and his wife REALLY hated him. He might have been the \'number one dad\' in everyone else\'s book but he was far from what most people saw him to be.
To Kakarot and his stupid friends he was the mellowed out bad guy, who repented. Who was given a second chance and lived happily ever after. But that was hardly him or his life.
Vegeta pulled the coffee pot from the machine and poured the elicxer into his cup. It steamed in the cool air of the house, but the heat didn\'t seem to bother Vegeta as he brought the porciline to his lips.
Trunks had bought him this cup for one of the many father\'s days that had passed, Vegeta couldn\'t remember which.
His boy always bought him some kind of small gift and then ran off to play with Kakarot\'s boy, go on a date, or with his mother to work. They never really spent time together. Yes, they trained together for hours but even that began to fade away. Besides, when they did train, it was just empty hours and pointless anger that they took out on each other, for whatever reason. There was nothing but exsistance between them and a mask of love. But nothing real, and that\'s what it all was with the prince, a mask.
Now, Bra was a completely different story. They were close when she was young, but as she got older she found other things to cling to. Boys, shopping, friends. He tried to hold on to her because she was the only thing that made him happy, but that just made her hate him. And now in her eyes he was just an over protective parent who knew nothing about a young teen\'s life. He was no longer her best friend or her everything, and for what seemed like the millionth time to him, Vegeta became just another thing in the back round to someone else.
He stared off at the window and his body seemed to tense, cracking the handle of his cup.
And Bulma...... He never truely loved her. In the beginning they were friends, but she was lonely and so was he. So one thing led to another and soon they became enemies, constantly fightig and hurting each other. But that was his life. Just another broken home to be pitied and then forgoten. Vegeta supposed that\'s why him and his family kept everything the way it was. Happy, loving......... But they all knew it wasn\'t true. And sometimes he wanted to show it. To unmask this distorted family, and to let it die.
Vegeta shook his head and once again he began to pretend. He sighed and turned to walk from the kitchen, beginning to wake slowly. But before he stepped out, something caught his attendion.
Vegeta froze as he began to look around the room. Somthing didn\'t seem right but what was it? And just a few seconds ago he could have sworn he smelt.... No it couldn\'t be.
The prince stood in thought for a moment, but then just kept walking.
He made it to the living room and plopped down on the light colored couch. He drew his legs up with him, sitting indian style and reached for the remote.
He pushed the red button at the top and the T.V came on in a flash. Vegeta stared at it for a moment. There was only static. He flipped to another channel. Same thing. Then he flipped to another and another and another. All static. How odd. He would have to tell Bulma, she could probably fix it.
He got up from the couch and set down his cup of coffe on the mahogany night stand next to the sofa.
Vegeta wondered off of the carpet and began to make his way up the stairs, the soft wood making him slip and fall more then once.
Finally he was at the top and thick fabric met his feet again. He walked slowly down the hall and saw that Bulma\'s door was opened slightly. He pushed it open further and he almost fell over in shock at what he saw. He stared in silence for a moment as he studied the sight before him.
She had been skined. And her head had been tooken from her body, but that was not all her killer did to her not in the least. The flesh she had been robbed off was stapled together, making a huge quilt. It was hung on the wall and in the middle he could see there was a mouth, nose and, eye holes cut out for her severed head as her sky blue eyes stared back at him from behind the flesh. Then to the sides of the holes were her de-skined arms, and below were her bloody legs.
Everything was held together with small metal staples, like a piece of art work. The flesh a canvas, crimson limbs the paint, and a horraid woman the insperation. Vegeta always thought of her like that when he was around her. A hidious monster.
He sucked in his breath carefully and then the thought hit him. The kids! He darted off to the closest room. Trunks\'.
He opened the door and once again nausea flew over him. Trunks was on the floor, leaning against the closet directly opposite of Vegeta. The first thing the prince noticed was all the surenges sticking from his skin, the needles crusted with dry blood. His body was in two halves, sitting next to one another, split right through the waist.
Vegeta glanced at his face. The skin had melted off, leaving only his eyes and crimson covered teeth. It must have been a liquid, because his boy had obvoiusly drank the stuff as well. His stomach had been eaten through by the odd chemical and now was pouring out on the floor. Vegeta lent over and vomited again. It stained the carpet, but that was the least of his worries. Quickly he slammed the door and darted for Bra\'s room.
He stopped in front of it and took a deep breath. Vegeta peeked into the room and cluched his stomach. There was blood all over the walls and in some places things seemed to be writen but it was backwards and the blood had run, mixing the letters. His little girl was sitting down..... At her old tea party table. There was still dust on the soft pink wood and small roses that were painted on it. Her legs had became to long for the toy so they were streached out under the table. She was tied up and blood had poured from her mouth onto the table. Some of it stained the over-sized shirt she slept in and her color was pale and lifeless.
Vegeta stepped closer.
There were pieces of jagged pociline imbedded in her slender throt.
His eyes wondered higher. And he felt his heart stop for a moment.
Her eyes had been torn from the sockets and were replaced by glass ones......... A doll\'s........ Her favorit doll. The one Vegeta had bought her on her sixth birthday. The eyes were a pale green and they always seemed to feel comforting to him, but now they were a symbol of innocence\'s death and they stared at him with guilt and hate.
He shivered and hugged himself tigthly, tossing his eyes to the ground. Vegeta stood for a moment in silence.
How could this have happened? What exactly did happen? But the question that clawed at him the most was, why hadn\'t he been killed? It would have been a simple thing to do if they killed his son. Of course, Trunks was not near as strong as his father, but if someone could slaughter him so visiously then they could easily get Vegeta off guard....... And when this happened, someone must have screamed. Why didn\'t he hear it? He was the prince of all fucking sayians! He should of heard something but why didn\'t he? Why? Why?
A tear slipped down the prince\'s cheek and he reached up to wipe it away, but when his finger tips touched his flesh, they left another residue. A different residue.
Vegeta blinked and glanced at his hand. It was covered in blood. Suddenly he jerked both hands in front of his face, examining them carefully. The blood wasn\'t there before and he hadnt\' touched any of the bodies, not one!
His eyes filled with disbelif. No this couldn\'t be, it wasn\'t true! He darted from the room and stumbled down the stairs.
Finally he reached the bottem and stood for a moment to catch his breath. His eyes were closed tight, attemping to calm him or come up with an and answer. But it didn\'t work. Slowly he opened his eyes and gasped.
Crimson dripped from the walls and the furniture. Covering every corner and crack in wallwall. The blood was not there when he woke up....... But it looked like it had been there for hours....... This couldn\'t be really happening he was dreaming...... It couldn\'t be true..... It was impossible.
Unless......
A flash of a memory shot through his head. He wrapped his arms around his head and screamed in agony.

\"Daddy, no! Stop..... Daddy, it hurts.\" He smiled at her as he held the last piece of glass high above his head. He brought it down and crimson spilled over his hand and splattered onto his cloths.

Vegeta fell to the floor, his teeth clenched together in pain as sweat began to form at his temples. What was going on? He didn\'t kill them! HE DIDN\'T KILL ANYONE!!!!!!! NO!!!!!
Suddenly his eyes slid closed and he slumped against the wall, limply. Everything went black........

\"Damnit, Vegeta! You are such an ass hole!\" Bulma\'s screaming could be heard behind every door in Capsle Corp. Vegeta winced and then screamed back.
\"Then why the fuck did you marry me!? Why do you say you love me!?\" He could feel himself dieing inside as they fought and their children down the hall listened to them. He didn\'t understand why it had to be this way. Why couldn\'t they just be happy, like the Son family. Even with Kakarot always gone, they were still the happiest, little bunch. It wasn\'t fair.
Bulma glanced at her husband in silence for a moment. Vegeta stared daggers at her.
\"Well?\" The blue haired beauty looked at the ground. She was timid. Unsure about something, but Vegeta wanted answers, he was sick of these games.
He grabbed her by the elbows and she looked at him. There was silence, but then Bulma pulled away, snering at him.
\"You fucking ungrateful little worm! I did it because I felt sorry for you.\" The words hit Vegeta harshly and they played in his mind over and over again as the seconds passed.
She went on.
\"You were nothing to me but a good fuck. I could NEVER love a monster like you! But I had to have something to look good in socity. Yamcha was a slob and had intrest in..........other things. Thesaw saw you there and a wonderful idea came into my head. So, I kept feeding you bull shit just to keep you around, and here we are.\"
The sayian felt tears prick at his eyes.
It was true............everything he loved..........everything he believed in........was a lie.
He stagered away from her, his face painted in shock and despair. His mouth was open but no words emerged from his throt as he stood staring at her.
The vision of her stiff posture with hands on her hips and icey blue eyes glaring at him became a blur of color in a sea of pain. And his mind screamed at him.
Go.
So he did.
Vegeta darted from the room in a flash, passing the shocked faces of his children without a second glance.
The front door burst open before him and he exploded from the house, flying into the air and away from the place he once called \'home\'.

The wind whistled passed the trees with howls and crys as they rode the night.
He had been listening to this sound for hours, but it didn\'t bother him, in a way it was comforting. Thoughts raced through his mind. Thoughts of his \'family\', his \'home\', his \'friends\'. And nothing was true. But he didn\'t want it to be that way............he wanted truth. He wanted something to live for, something real, not lies. .........
But first he woudl have to get rid of his lies, wouldn\'t he?
Vegeta smirked at the morbid pictures that stired nside his head. Yes! That\'s exactlly what he had to do! He had to bring the truth! He had to make everyone see!
The prince jumped up from his spot and lifted his head to the sky leting out a scream to the howling stars above.
He dove from the cliff into the hold of cool air.
He would bring the truth.
He would bring the end.

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I know that wasn\'t that good..............you peeps probably wanted to see all the killing right? hehe.......*grin* well, who knows..........maybe I\'ll put out a part two. But that\'s it! No 19 chapters long bull shit. I wanna save that for my other stories I have up right now........Oh, and the whole \'howling stars\' thing, well I was listening to Cradle of Filth and that\'s the name of the song so I decided to put it in there. Love yas!!!

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