Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Damaged ❯ Aftermath 1 ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

AN: So here we are. I've decided to try something a little different, but I hope everyone likes it anyway. Oh, and thanks a lot Kayakara (or Chardonayye now right?). Your review as very encouraging to read . Thanks!

Warnings: as implied by the last chapter, there will be a little V/G relationship type thingy(but nothing graphic yet), and some abuse as well.

Quick overview: The story has come out of the memory state(for now) and is focusing on the affect all Vegeta's problems are having in his life in the present. Enjoy!

Aftermath 1

I could hear him crying in our bathroom……

I wished I hadn't lashed out at him. I always wished that after I hurt him. But it was always too late. And a little piece of his soul would slide away…….

I wanted so desperately to tell him that it was not his fault, that my anger wasn't for him. But how could I? How could I explain that I beat him because I couldn't let go of my past? It doesn't make sense!

“You're mine forever, little prince.”

I got out of bed and knocked on the bathroom door. There was a sharp gas and he stopped crying. There was silence and I could imagine the terrified look he might have on his face.

He didn't say anything, so I tried the door knob. It was unlocked so I went in.

He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub applying an ice pack to his swollen eye. He glance up at me and then down again.

I stared at him for a long time and I almost told him. I almost told him everything that was wrong with my life. Everything. Only………

“That damned saiyan pride!”

“I'm sorry.”

Pause.

“I know,” he replied quietly in a voice that made me think that he didn't believe me.

I moved his hand from his eye and leaned down to kiss him. He wouldn't kiss me back.

I stood up straight again, a little hurt, and turned toward the doorway.

“Come to bed,” I ordered.

“No.”

At first, I thought I had misunderstood him. There was no way he could have……

“What're you babbling about? I said `Come to bed'.”

He shook his head, smiling a sad smile, tears shining in his eyes.

“And I said no.”

I whirled around to face him. What the hell had gotten into him? Had he gone mad?

“I can't keep letting you do this to me. Bulma said—“

“BULMA! WHAT! You've been talking to her!”

“Yes, Vegeta, I have. You don't know how lonely and sad I am. You keep me away from everyone!”

“I'm trying to protect you! I'm trying to protect us!”

“By nearly killing me! Is this your definition of protection!” He gestured wildly to his face and body.

“I was wrong. I lost my temper and I'm sorry.”

He stared at me for a moment before jumping up and pushing past me.

He went to the closet started pulling out clothes and stuffing them into a travel bag. I watched him for a moment and laughed.

“Enough, Kakarott! Stop this foolishness and come to bed.”

He didn't reply, only continued stuffing clothes into the bag.

“I said that's enough, come to bed now and I promise you won't be punished.”

He didn't listen so I grabbed his arm and threw him to the floor. He tried to stand up, but I gave him a swift kick in the face.

“Vegeta, do you remember your father?”

I didn't want to hurt him anymore, but there was no way I could let him leave! I would go insane without him. I would be left alone with the demons in my head…….

I knew I had to nip this in the bud. If I didn't he would try this again when I wasn't around.

“He was a fool. I would have let him live if he had not been so stupid.”

I kicked him across the hardwood floor and he yelped in pain.

He lie there on his back, crying out pleas to me. I yanked him up so hard, I thought I'd broken his arm. He fell against me, sobbing with pain. I let him fall and kicked him across the room again.

This time, he knew he had to get up quickly. He managed to push himself up with his good arm, but promptly fell again.

“You're a destroyer, Vegeta, that is all you are good for. Heh, well, I suppose there is one more thing……”

When he saw me coming toward him, he broke down.

“Please, Please, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I talked back! I'm sorry I disobeyed!”

I knelt down near him and took his wounded arm in my hands. It was not broken, but his shoulder was dislocated.

I wrung one last cry from him as I popped it back into place and stood up again. I would get no sleep tonight.

“Go to bed,” I commanded as I strode to the door.

As I left, I could hear him scrambling to obey. I couldn't help but smile.

No, he was something, the only thing, that was ever constant in my life. He would not leave me as everything else had. Never.

I would kill him first……….