Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Distant Light Years ❯ Trusting to Mad Rantings ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter Ten: Trusting to Mad Rantings

Gohan walked up silently behind Vegeta, but the Prince already knew he was there. Vegeta had already wiped the tear from his face the instant he had heard the footsteps of Kakarott's eldest echo through the hall to this room.

"Vegeta." He paused behind him, unsure of what to do. ~How do I deal with this guy?~ It was all he could think of. It was Vegeta for Kami's sake. A man he had not seen since.. forever. ~Remember what he's like Gohan.~ He thought to himself. ~The man's a live wire. And after yesterday, who knows.. after all that's happened, what kind of mentality he's harboring..~

"I found this in Goten's stuff. He said it was a chip you found."

Vegeta twisted around in a flash, his face etched in a snarl. "Give me that!" He snatched the metallic cylinder from Gohan's hand and shoved him back with a white-gloved hand. "This is none of your concern, do you under stand!" he growled, his dark scowl more detailed than usual. The lines deepened by grief. Vegeta hissed and shoved past him, heading out the door, just wanting to get away from irritating distractions. He stopped suddenly, standing still like a carved rock statue of him self. Gohan was watching him, a look of exhaustion and weariness coating his features. He felt screwed. He didn't have time to deal with Vegeta's eccentric ways. Vegeta turned his head slightly and spoke in a voice that was almost raw and harsh. "I remember a time when Son Gohan would never have left any one to rot in chains for no real purpose, especially not his kin." The dark voice cut the last word like glass to Gohan's ears as Vegeta continued his swift walk out the door as if he had never ceased it. Gohan looked at the floor. The message was very clear. Why was Goten locked up for grieving for his wife? It also reminded Gohan of how much had changed in the world. How much he had changed, and how much those around him had. How every thing that was affecting them, impacted on the world in such a big way. The only person who stood out from this was Vegeta himself. He was not changed at all really. Gohan could see this. He was bending though, bending to the change like a willow sapling, strong yet supple. It was unlikely he was going to break very easily. Gohan pondered this. Vegeta seemed to show such a little reaction to Bra's death. Was this perhaps some form of denial? Perhaps Vegeta was a man not really driven to any harsh emotions because he was a man who was convinced that at any moment he would awaken back in his bed along side his beautiful lilac haired wife. Gohan shook his head. No! This couldn't be right. He had heard Vegeta's voice when he spoke. Despite his outward appearance, Vegeta had been crying. Perhaps even sobbing. The thoughts were vaguely disturbing to Gohan. Yet at the same time a twisted part of him, thrilled in Vegeta's suffering. He banished that part swiftly. That was the mind that made him do.. strange things. Like murdering young women. And killing small animals. Watching his enemies die slowly with great deliberation. He shook himself. How bizarre.

That's not the way he wanted to be thinking. But Vegeta was right.

"Goten." He muttered as he moved away from the room and headed back down the long plain white hall to the now silent cell. He leaned forward and looked through the small round window. Gohan grabbed at the handle and wrenched the door open. With a not so subtle gasp he looked about the empty room and ran his left hand back through his coal hair. Panic danced across his face. "Shit." He spat. He then turned and hurried out to find Trunks.

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Vegeta walked away from the room grumbling about irritating Sons. He shook his head, he had just wanted some peace so he could mourn alone and that baka just had to invade it. He walked towards his new room. It was as large as the one he had shared with Bulma, but was opposite in the fact the windows were on the left side of the room rather than the right. The large king sized bed also faced the other direction and the room was furnished in a style that reflected Vegeta alone. Dark Royal Blue. He sighed slightly, despite the fact he had hated the flowery yellow wallpaper of his old room with Bulma, it had reflected the onna and had told all the world who saw it just whose mate was whose. "I should stop thinking like this." He whispered to himself. It was fruitless and would get him nowhere. No, now what he had to do, was plan his vengeance. Vengeance was needed for the death of his daughter. His fists clenched as rage rolled through his body like a foggy red wave. Oh yes, nothing like the sweet vanilla of revenge. He grasped his shaking hands together behind his back, the scowl on his face sharpening, glaring to the world his longer-than-human eye-teeth. His thoughts turned savage, mercilessly he thought over his simple yet effective plan for the inhalation of the murderers of his little girl. Trunks could play at being King, but he was not going to let this intrusion pass like a foul wind. He needed action, and that was exactly what he was going to do. He was going to paint those 'Red Monkeys' scarlet in their own blood.

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Goten moved with the determination of a man driven. He needed to find Vegeta. He needed to tell him what he had seen. His blessed angel, his Bra. His vision was clouded by driven zeal for his dead wife and her message. She was exactly right! If Vegeta had never left them into space then this would have never happened! He had to send him back, back so that all this madness would never have come about. Trunks would have never started the Civil War between the human races and his beautiful Bra would never have died! His eyes were large and tinted with the drive associated with insanity. But he was not insane; oh no he was far from that! He knew what needed to be done! And the only problem was he had no clue of how to do it. How to build a freaking time machine, where the hell was he going to find the information to know how to build one of those?! He just ran the Son Transport Business, it was Bra that took after her mother in inventing new and faster ways of space flight. It had always been a gentle balance, he managed the business and Bra managed the brains. But that was not going to stop him! What Son knew the meaning of defeat?! Well certainly not this one! Now where would he find Vegeta? He would either be training or in his room. Goten picked his room, since he couldn't see Vegeta training on the day after his daughter's death. He came up to the large blue doors at the end of a private hallway and knocked rapidly. "Vegeta?!" He called out. "It's Goten! I need to talk to you about something!" He knocked again and then the door swung open, the handle held by an angry Saiyan King.

Vegeta sneered at Goten. "What the hell do you want?" he grunted, his right fist rose to rest on his hip. "I'm surprised they let you out. You should see the state your in." He turned and walked back into his room in a voiceless acceptance for Goten to enter. Goten hurried in and closed the door behind him. Vegeta turned to the side and was about to speak before Goten interrupted him with his important information. "I saw her Vegeta!" His voice was breathless with excitement and his eyes wide and red rimmed. Vegeta stared at him for a moment before he gave him a scornful look. "Well? Saw who?" he barked, becoming irritated by Goten's obvious insanity. Goten grinned widely. "Bra! She came to me in the cell and gave me a plan to undo.." He was swiftly interrupted by a choking grasp around his throat and a snarling Vegeta in his face. His back was smacked up against the wall as Vegeta slowly throttled him. Vegeta's eyes were wide with rage, his mouth set in a wicked raging snarl. "How dare you! HOW DARE YOU LIE SO!" Vegeta kneed him in the stomach forcing the rest of the air out of Goten's lungs. Goten wrapped his hands about the arm at his throat and to Vegeta's amazement yanked it off him. Goten was far stronger than he remembered. But then Vegeta realized that 250 years of training could very well do such a thing. Goten shoved him backward and stood regaining his breath with a glare of his own. Vegeta watched him solemnly as he crossed his arms. The Sons were just full of surprises weren't they. Goten shook his head vigorously as if to shake his hair from imaginary water. Then he looked up at Vegeta again, this time his gaze wary. "I'm telling the truth. Bra came to me and she told me that we have to send you back! Back to the time you left from to go on your little space jaunt." Vegeta didn't seem to react to his words on the outside. But in his mind the man who still felt he should be Prince was reeling from what Goten had just said. He passed of Goten's weird insane thought that he'd seen his dead wife as the hallucinations of a desperate mind. He instead focused on the other thing, this idea of sending him back.

Vegeta turned his gaze to look Goten in the eye. "Send me back? Do you mean through time like Mirai Trunks?"

Goten blinked. Mirai Trunks? Who was that? He thought hard and in his distant memories he remembered the story told to him about the future Trunks who had come back in time to save them all from the androids. With out Mirai Trunks's input he would never have been born. It sent a cold chill down his spine. "Yeah.." He said shakily. "Like Mirai Trunks." He nodded slowly.

Vegeta stood and just looked at him.

Gohan came running through the door. "Goten! There you are!" He ran over to grab his brother. Goten stared at him in fight.

"No Gohan! Please!" He backed away in a half-run. Vegeta watched, but was caught up in his own inner thoughts.

Gohan grabbed him, pinning his arms to his sides from behind. Goten struggled, screaming in a high pitched voice. "NOOO! LET ME GO! I'M NOT GOING BACK THERE!" Gohan dragged him out the door with out another word.

Vegeta blinked and looked after them. His mouth frowning slightly. None of this was right. Just witnessing the struggle helped prove that to him. Perhaps Goten was right.

Perhaps he should find away to get back.

~**~

TBC…