Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Distant Light Years ❯ Freak on a Leash ( Chapter 6 )

Warnings: Little bit of madness, angst and anger. Language.

Disclaimer: I'm earning no money from this work of fiction, and I claim no ownership of the characters. Therefore you have no grounds to sue me, but I would accept the challenge.. just go on and try… your regret it.. Severely..

A/N: Sorry this had been a while since I updated. It's just been very hectic at the moment. This was named after one of my favorite songs by Korn. It is part song fic, I thought it reflected with the situation well. Hope you all enjoy ^^…

Chapter Six: Freak on a Leash

"What are you talking about?!" Vegeta stared at his daughter like she had just lost it or something. Bra laughed.

"Gees Daddy.." She shook her head. "Come on, I'll take you to Trunks. He'll explain every thing." Then with out another word she descended toward the palace, landing in a large open marble court in front of a long wing of the palace of a delicate peach coloured marble which rose high on white pillars and that arched over to connect with each other. The marble court was chequered in brilliant slabs of white and black marble. Obsidian statues arched up out of the marble in the forms of dancing dryads or nymphs with water tumbling over there slender bodies. Here and there rose magnificent hematite lions, roaring with invisible voices, and great stone dragons perched on all fours ready to leap into the dazzling blue skies and tear at the silver clouds with great golden claws.

A wide eyed Vegeta was dragged along the marble pathway through one of the arches and into the great white marble halls hung with golden drapes and red panelled doors. Fountains and statues were equally placed with huge wide pots filled with knee high gardens with tropical flowering plants and twisting vines which ran rampant up the marble pillars. Human servants hurried about, keeping their eyes lowered to the three Saiyans as they walked the halls towards the main conference room.



..Something takes a part of me,

Something lost and never seen..





~ What is this?! What the hell is all this?!~ Vegeta felt dazed, things were happening to fast for his liking. He didn't understand half of what was going on. What had Trunks done?! Were was Kakarot?! Why was nothing making any sense what so ever?! And WHY would nobody tell him what the fuck was going on! If 250 years had indeed passed then.. Vegeta felt like screaming with his confusion. He didn't want to wait for Trunks to tell him what was going on, he just wanted to know, and know right now! Snapping his arm out of his daughters grasp he stood his ground.





..Everytime I start to believe,

Something's raped and taken from me..from me..





Bra turned back with confusion. "Daddy? What's wrong?"

Vegeta blinked. "What's wrong?! YOUR ASKING ME WHATS WRONG?! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK IS WRONG!!" The Prince seethed, this whole thing, it was madness, he must be dreaming. He clenched his fists, his nails cutting into his palms. "I..come back from deep space, I find my wife is long dead! Trunks rules the world and..! YOU ASK ME WHATS WRONG?!"



..Life's always gotta be messing with me,

Can't it chill and let me be free?..



He realised his hands were shaking, blood dripped from his fists to the floor. He clenched his teeth, his rage was on the verge of loosing it and he.. had no idea what to do. He had never been in such a situation. One moment his life had been the most peaceful it had ever been ever and now, it was taken from him again! He was fucking cursed! He knew it! Or perhaps he would wake up, to find himself staring out at that garden. The one which he use to sit at the window in one of the many spare guest rooms and watch as it transformed from a light filled backyard, to the seventh level of hell with the departing of the light. Perhaps that night, when he had been watching the needle like grass grow up towards the great grandiose of the dark infected heavens, he had fallen asleep, and this was all simply the dream caused by such melancholic thinking.



..Can't I take away all this pain?

I try to everynight, all in vain, in vain..





But it wasn't a dream was it.



..Sometimes I cannot take this place,

Sometimes it's my life I can taste,

Sometimes I cannot feel my face,

You'll never see me fall from grace..



He was awake, and had been all these last three months. All these years on Earth had passed and he had lost the one whom he had loved the most. He had loved Bulma. He had never said it, but he knew she had known. He could tell by the way she looked at him sometimes, he could tell she knew. He would look right back at her when she looked at him like that. Sometimes he even gave a ghost of a smile. And sometimes she would return it. But..she was gone. Lost to the sands of time. The only person that had made his trial worth it was gone. All that pain he had been through in his life. All that pain that had carved up his soul and mind into the person he was now, had been vanquished by those sapphire eyes. And the pain had left his heart. Some would call it a weakness, he knew he had once, but then when he was with her; it was his greatest strength. Now..she was..gone.



..Something takes a part of me,

You and I were meant to be..

A cheap fuck for me to lay,

Something takes a part of me..



He stared at the floor in front of him. Why did he feel like this?! It was tearing him up inside. He felt like his heart was slowly being ripped out as realisation faded back into reality. He winced. Why did it hurt so much? He wasn't sure if he could stand it. No! No, he couldn't let his strength fail him like this! He..didn't understand. Or perhaps, he did, perhaps he understood all too well. He sucked in a sharp breath. He realised Bra and Goten were staring at him. "What?!" He barked and shoved past them. "Where is that boy.." He growled and followed his Ki towards a pair of large chestnut doors. Vegeta felt strange, like there was a big lump of lead forming in his chest where his heart once was. It was painful.



..Feeling like a freak on a leash,

Feeling like I have no release,

How many times have I felt diseased?

Nothing in my life is free.. is free..



He smacked the doors open to see a long room with wide open windows. At the far end of the room stood a man looking out over the city. He had long pale lilac hair that was tied back with a strip of black ribbon, his well toned muscles could be seen through the tight royal blue uniform he wore. He turned his head to the disturbance at the door and his ocean blue eyes opened wide as he looked on his father.

"Trunks!" Barked Vegeta as he stormed over to his stunned son. "What is the meaning of this!" He stopped in front of Trunks and crossed his arms. How had the boy got so tall?! Even when Trunks had been 17 Vegeta was sure he wouldn't grow any taller.

Trunks stared at Vegeta. Was this..really..his father?! It had been so long! Trunks sucked in a breath as he took one stumbling step backwards. But how?! He was sure Vegeta was dead! After Bulma had died.. he had tried so hard to contact him! He had even travelled into space to find him, he had gone every where he could think that his father would travel to, including New Namek. But to no avail. When he had returned defeated, he had several times tried the Dragon Balls. But like his mother's attempt, they didn't work.

For the longest time he had broken down, blaming him self for his mother's death and Vegeta leaving. So, he had tried to do what he could to keep the Saiyan spirit alive that his father had so believed in. And the best way he could think of it was by taking over Earth.

At first he had started politically, getting on the good side of one of the world's most powerful leaders with his power as Capsule Corps President and the richest man on Earth. But that soon fell to ruin when the human's went to war.

It was long and bloody, many battles were fought, and Trunks became the leader of a rebel army fighting for peace. With Goku and his sons backing him. It was simple to one night, eliminate the leaders and bring the people to him using clever words. No one knew he had assassinated them, not even Goku. It had been a painful time, being a civil war there was not much the Saiyan's could do to save the Earth from her self. Trunks saw this as the only way, and the best advantage to his plan. He had immediately ordered a mass genocide of the losing enemies families, Goku had been horrified and had left Trunks in the lurch to lead the nations for himself, something that Trunks had been waiting for.

Goku had been a hindrance. He would have never let Trunks make Earth a New Vegeta-sei with all his self righteous bull shit. Trunks was a bitter man, the only Son that stuck by him during this was Goten, his best friend. Goten had also been a bitter man, he had gone through two wives, both had died of old age and when his three daughters too began to grow old and die he had turned to the Briefs to deal with his pain.

It was Bra, a kindred spirit who had also lost several husbands, in the war and to age, and many of her own children to time with out growing older in appearance than a 40 year old woman, had immediately understood the youngest Son male.

Their friendship had turned to love and Trunks had approved. It was how it should be, they were both Saiyans after all.

Trunks had proclaimed himself ruler of Earth, but not King. In his twisted grief filled mind, he knew he could never claim to be King, it was his father that deserved that title. And there his father stood. After 250 years of hate and pain, the man he had idolised stood before him once more.

"Well?! Are you going to answer or are you just going to stand there!" Vegeta said, his eyes frowning. He was confused by Trunks's reaction. He wondered for a moment if Trunks was still the ignorant boy he once was. Looking in to his son's hard eyes, he doubted it. So many things had changed.

"Father." Trunks grounded out the word. He didn't want to get emotional, not now, not in front of his father. "I took Earth for you." He said staring at Vegeta. Vegeta blinked. Was this Trunks? He looked like Trunks but.. Vegeta cocked his head to the side.

"Son.." He said slowly. "What do you mean you 'took Earth'? What has happened here. This isn't the Earth I left behind three months ago." Trunks was sure he was going to weep, it was his father, right?

"It has been 250 years, father. 250 years." He said low, crossing his arms. In 250 years Trunks had had all the time in the world to perfect his father's staunch emotionless expression. "Do you really think nothing would change in 250 years. Nothing at all?! People died, including many that we know..knew. Yes, many." He skipped around the obvious death of his mother. "I rule Earth now, it's mine. After the wars I was their only hope. Yes, their only hope. There was no one else. No one at all." He gestured out the window, out over the great Mecca of human civilisation which had once been Satan City. "This is my world and I took it for you." He gripped the window sill tightly. He looked back at his father, his eyes gleaming with a strange intensity. "And now your back, it's yours. Yes all yours." He smiled with pride and stared at his father.

Vegeta's left eyebrow rose slightly. Did Trunks just ..rave?

"My Earth? So that is why you fly the flag of the Saiyan Royalty." Vegeta turned around to face the window to look out over the city. There was something seriously wrong with his son. He had taken over the Earth and was now giving it to him. He didn't know really how to react. It was a strange feeling, this indecisiveness. He muttered to himself in quiet confusion.

"The Earth..is mine."



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