Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Head for the Barricades ( Chapter 9 )

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Chapter 8 Head for the barricades.

That's what happened back in columbine You gotta know when to stop and don't go over the top ' cuz there's a chamber deep inside the brain That's covered with chains, so don't be shakin' 'em loose And if ya do, i'd be runnin' for the hills---Limp Bizkit

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Vegeta returned to the GR, immediately sensing the other child that his boy was so fond of. Kakarot's second spawn always made him rile with disgust. They were basically twins, in appearance and in personality. It was absolutely sickening. There was all ready one Sayian clown, why the hell make another? Gohan was never that stupid at his age.

Vegeta stepped up to see the boys conversing lightly about something, stopping instantly as the Prince presented himself. He cared nil for what they were saying. The only topic they ever spoke of was sparring and females as of late, so more then likely, it wasn't interesting.

To be honest, it made Vegeta…relieved? That's the word. Relieved that his son was talking about the opposite sex. He had sometimes…worried that Trunks was that horrid word the woman had explained to him many years ago. He had cringed at even the word having meaning. Don't get Vegeta wrong, whatever floats your boat, as humans would say, but he would be damned if his son mated anything that…well, to put it blunt, had a dick. Trunks and Goten were really close, and that is what had scared him, other then that, Trunks seemed like a 'normal teenager', whatever the word normal meant.

For a human, he more then likely was like every other kid his age, since the woman constantly reassured him that he was. But for a Sayian, he was far from being normal. The hair, the eyes, the blood, you name it, no other 'normal' Sayian would have it. Besides that of his strength and even that was weird because even for the race of Vegeta's ancestors, Trunks was too powerful to be 'normal'. But that had brought a smirk to Vegeta's lips. Only his son.

Vegeta pushed the button on the capsule and threw it to the floor, watching as ten new bots popped into sight. He had to admit, his woman's mind along with her father's, were astounding. Compacting anything into a little pill shaped figurine was in his mind impossible until she had proved him dead wrong. But he sure as hell wouldn't have admitted that for all the Inus, money as human refer to it as, in the universe. When he had seen it happen for the first time, a motorcycle popping out of a little tiny tablet, he had thought he was hallucinating. But he had acted impassive, noticing the woman's glinting eyes on him, and a proud smirk. He shrugged and walked away. And ended up grinning evilly as he heard her growl of annoyance.

He knelled down before them, punching a few different buttons to activate them each. Soon they began to wheel about, getting used to their new rolling legs. He shook his head disapprovingly as they bumped into each other or fell over and couldn't get back up. One day, he decided, he was going to sit down with the woman and help her create a droid. With both of their super advance minds they should be able to create one. A machine that could do everything that he could do and be able to handle it. Which was the hardest part. No metal could stand a Sayian's strength, not on this planet anyway. There was one, that he knew of. The strongest metal in the known universal that Vegeta-sei had an abundance of. Katchine. The pods were made of this metal but last he heard it had been destroyed. So needless to say Vegeta had no idea what it was made out of or where to find it so there was really no point in telling the woman about it..

"Hey, Vegeta, how's it going?" The second spawn greeted with a dumb smile. Vegeta grunted without even lifting his eyes as he rose to his feet and began to stretch. "I see someone's not in a good mood." Goten mumbled over to Trunks who smiled in response and followed his father's movement. Goten doing the same.

The kid may not be all brains as his son, but damn the boy had Kakarot's strength. If he didn't watch it, Vegeta knew one day they would both surpass him. Not any time soon, but one day.

Vegeta gracefully lifted himself up on his palms, bringing his body into a perfect straight line, then began pumping his arms, stretching the muscles out in his biceps and forearms. Continuing his movements with his arms, he slowly began to extend his legs apart until they formed a perfect line from ankle to ankle. Bulma had made fun of him once as she had watched him train outside. She had called his action 'the splits' whatever the hell that meant. In response to her obvious insult, he had dared her to do it, knowing she never would have the capability or the gracefulness, but also having the knowledge that she would try anyhow just to prove herself to him. It had been entertaining; watching fall on her backside more times then her front until she finally gave up and instead spread her legs out on the ground, smiling in satisfaction. 'Told you I could do it.' She had said with so much pride in her voice. He hadn't known why but he had found it very much arousing. He forced it away though, then, because they weren't together yet. Vegeta hadn't even thought of the woman as anything but his not very obedient slave. Nothing much had changed, Vegeta thought with a smirk.

"Screw you." Vegeta was brought for his thoughts as flipped himself back over, glaring at the two boys that were taking turns shoving one another.

"No, screw you."

"At least I got screwed." Goten shot back, smirking like a true Sayian while Trunks' cheeks burned with embarrassment along with anger.

"Getting rape, Goten, is not the same as getting laid." Vegeta cocked an eyebrow at his boy's statement, having the need to laugh at their ridiculous bout. He made sure to continue paying attention to the dispute as he squatted down and began working his leg muscles.

"Hey, when you get some, you get some, no matter what type it is. And besides, I was very much willing."

"She was a crazy bitch. She tied you to the fucking bed." Trunks hollered forgetting all about his father, otherwise, he would have stopped talking a long time ago and certainly wouldn't have used such language.

"I could have gotten out of it."

"You were too drugged up on what she gave you."

"Hey, you're the one that set me up with her. Don't get all jealous because you chose the other sister who didn't give you any."

Trunks ground his teeth together, "I am going to beat the shit out of you." He growled.

Goten just chuckled, "Yeah right. More likely the other way around." He watched as the Sayian rage burned inside his best friend. But he could also tell the playfulness of his words, since really that was all this way. Harmless bickering.

"You can never beat me, monkey." Vegeta stalled in his leg stretch.

"Look who's talking. The Prince of them all."

"That's right, peasant. You better get the name right."

Goten was just about to retaliate but his eyes snapped wide as did Trunks and both flung their heads over to Vegeta was now standing, legs apart, arms bent at the elbows in front of him as his golden aurora began to surge forward till he screamed out when the power erupted, resulting in the Transformation of his once black hair to pure gold, brightly shining, causing both younger Sayians to shield their eyes and power their own ki just to stand the pressure of Vegeta's strength pushing off his form. "What's he doing?" Goten asked as he began to slide back on his feet.

"I don't know. He knows we're not ready. He never does this." Trunks tried to hurry in pushing his ki up as not to be flattened by his father's power. He was pushed back as more energy began forming, "He heightening to the second stage!" Trunks warned his friend, "Why is he projecting it!? We know how strong he is! And if he keeps this up, we're going to be squashed!" He tried to reason, tried to figure out why his father was doing this. It made no sense. If he was angry about their little confrontation then he would have just yelled at them to shut up like he usually does. Never once had he done this.

Another large yell erupted from Vegeta's mouth as he triggered his second stage of the Super Sayian level, letting the occupants around him feel his wrath. His revenge was at hand. And this time, he would win.

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Vegeta's eyes weakly lifted as he tried to put in sight the one that was chuckling evilly in the darkness of his cell. Two shifts had past since Frieza put him inside under orders and like always, food was never given. No one had come, which wasn't odd at all since no one wanted to mess with a Sayian when he still had strength, especially this Sayian. But without food for twenty-eight hours, the Prince was helpless and weak. That brought the predators.

If he could see, which wasn't an option since they blinded him before hand, he would have noticed Zarbon followed by a few other creatures that had wanted to take a shot at the hot-headed monkey. This was their time for revenge. They were allowed to do anything they wanted without being reprimanded for it or known by the Prince himself since he couldn't see.

"Put his chains on." Ordered Zarbon, smirking in delight at the weak creature that was the hotheaded ape. The plans he had rotating around in his mind for the monkey Prince made him grin with anticipation. He was going to take great pleasure in this beating.

Vegeta flinched as he felt thick cuffs being snapped shut around his wrists, not able to do anything to fight it. He heard the metal of the chains being clanged together while they clipped it to his cuffs, dragging him unwillingly to his feet. One held his left, one held his right; they pulled him out of his once holding cell down a hallway that he couldn't see but knew by heart. After thirty sluggish paces, they turned into a room, which Vegeta knew as the torture chamber. The two men pinned his long chains to the wall before giving him a hard push against the solid ice, sneering in disgust. Vegeta gave a weak growl shot in their direction.

"Activate them." Zarbon directed. Vegeta stiffened at that word, clenching his teeth reading himself for the searing pain that would pass through his wrists and into his blood stream.

He felt the needles from inside the cuffs push into his skin, directly puncturing a vein. Vegeta unconsciously fell to his knees as the poison from the needle injected itself inside him destroying his blood system to affect his healing process and strength so he would feel the full effect of the punishment he soon would be dealt.

Vegeta growled as he felt hands pull him back up to his feet. "My, my, always the feisty one, Vegeta." He heard Zarbon's sick voice echo in the large room causing him to sneer. Every time Vegeta had been sent to the cell, Zarbon had always made sure to be present for the whole thing. And as if adding salt to the wound, Vegeta knew he couldn't do anything about it.

"Stay the fuck away from me." Vegeta whispered through clenched teeth, not having the strength to say or do anything else.

"As if I would ever want to be near you. Being this far away and I can still smell your primate hide. It disgust me to the full degree, Vegeta. But the plans I have for you, I can just breath through my mouth for I will be damned if I missed this. Activate the whips."

Vegeta tightened his fists as he made a few moves forward, going as far as his chain would allow him to go, being halted only a few inches from Zarbon's grinning face. Vegeta stared blindly into his adversary's eyes, "One day, Zarbon. I will have my revenge." Vegeta heard the electric whips charge up causing the leathery straps to wiggle with the extreme power held in each of the five creatures that surrounded the Sayian.

"I don't count on it, Monkey boy." At the nod of the head, a electrifying slice cut through his back causing Vegeta to drop his head in a hiss as the pain surge and vibrated through out his skin. No one took a stall in heaving the powerful lash forward and wedging it into Vegeta's skin wherever it landed. Arms, legs, chest, back, neck, the whip was subjected to the naked skin and careless from the whimpering of the monkey who was fighting to stand upon his feet and not give in to unconsciousness.

Zarbon watched with delighted eyes as the Sayian Prince thrashed in pain, being electrified by three hundred watts of power. Groans emitted from Vegeta's closed mouth, as he refused to let the agonizing screams escape his lips. It brought a satisfied smirk to his sea-green lips. But then again, it always does. "You sound just like your mother as I fucked her senseless." He grinned at the growl he received. He always knew the monkey had a sore spot for his mother. And what a female she was. "Your father could do nothing but watch as I brought the whore to complete pleasure over and over and over again. She was a wild one. Biting and clawing. Screaming to fuck her harder. So much like you." He watched in gratification when Vegeta straightened his stance, almost as if nothing was beating down upon his bleeding form. A blue glow began to flicker. The power that was held within was about to break free. And Zarbon basked in its wake. "So many monkey females wasted by the destruction. And by you…Isn't that right, Prince?" He bite his lip in excitement, the ruthless power began to build. "You raped the last Sayian female and then killed her. And you dare call yourself a Prince. You are just like me, aren't you Vegeta? Rapist, murderer, and Frieza's whore. Only difference, you like it." That did it. Zarbon stepped back and watched in expected awe.

Vegeta's power exploded causing a sharp yell to pierce through his lungs as he lunged his head back to let it somehow escape him before it tore his muscles apart. The men that surrounded him flew back, their whips falling up top of them causing immediately death, only two lucky ones escaped the way of the wiggling snakes of power. He yanked his arm once, then the other, causing the chain to break out of its hold against the pure stone wall. Vegeta whipped his arms around, the chains to flew up in the air and swung around. And with sound and smell only, Vegeta lashed out one chain that instantly circled a creature's neck. He yanked it back, bringing the creature right into his outstretched leg, going through his back, ripping the spinal cord throughout his whole body till it stuck out of his stomach, killing him instantly.

Vegeta kicked his leg out, releasing the dead creature from his bloody calf and swung the other chain out to wrap around the feet of the running soldier who was trying to escape the wrath of the Sayian only to be dragged across the ground. Vegeta heard him whimper and instantly knew where his head was. Lifting one shoeless foot, he smashed the skull in. Pieces of the brain stuck to his toes and blood soaked the appendage making it impossible to tell that it was a foot being removed from the dead man's head.

Snatching one chain with his other hand he ripped the cuffs from his wrist, then the other. He sniffed the air, waiting, knowing, Zarbon was still there. But where?

Behind!

But it was too late. Vegeta smashed to the ground, grunting in pain as his once powerful body became nothing but a weak corpse. He begged for unconsciousness but Zarbon's voice whispered into his ear. "You can never beat me monkey. No matter how hard you try." The words spat and echoed in his brain.

Vegeta's eyes snapped wide. What was he doing?! Panic began to ripe through him causing the power to raise once more. Zarbon rested his body between his legs. The green goon's hand reached down for his tail and gently stroking it, letting Vegeta know of his intentions. "I have always wondered why Frieza is so fond of you." Zarbon chuckled into his neck, breathing on the tiny hairs basking in the stiffened, tight muscles beneath him.

Vegeta's breath came in quick pants as the pleasure began to form. No! His mind screamed. He would not let this happen! Vegeta's power surged once more, throwing Zarbon off of him. And instantly, Vegeta was on his feet, in a fighting position waiting for any sound.

There!

Vegeta pushed forward and pinned the disgusting creature by the neck against the wall, while his other hand had formed a large, bright, yellow ki ball pushing it against Zarbon's stomach, letting the power slowly burn through the armor, the clothes, the skin, ignoring the screaming as the pain ripped into his opponent's body. Vegeta's blind eyes were staring directly in his opponent's face, wishing for all he was worth to be able to see the pain he was now inflicting.

And just when Vegeta thought he had won…unconsciousness took over him.

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"Vegeta! Vegeta! Stop, please! You're killing him!" Goten cried, tears staining his eyes as he yanked on Vegeta's hand as it was pushed against Trunks form, piecing his skin. Blood was pouring from the screaming child as he cried, begging his father to stop.

Trunks did not know what happened. He didn't even see it coming. And most of all, couldn't do anything to stop it. After Vegeta's second transformation, he attacked him, throwing fists, knees, and ki blasts directed at him and hitting every time. He wasn't as fast nor powered up enough for the attacks not to hurt and with each lash, Trunks groaned in pain, wondering desperately what was wrong with his father. He could hear Goten beg from down below, yelling at Vegeta to stop because he wasn't ready. But his father was hearing non of it. It was like he was in a trans. Rage burned in his teal eyes showing no thoughts that Vegeta knew what he was doing.

If only he could get five seconds. That was all he needed to power to a super Sayian. Five seconds, but the older Sayian would not cease in his relentless beating. Never once did his fists stall in punching his face, then his stomach before spinning and ramming a foot into the side of his cheek, crushing the bone instantly. That was how powerful Vegeta was right now. Every hit upon his body broke fragments inside his form, causing him to grunt and groan in pain. Blood pour from his mouth and nose, jaw broken in two enabling him to talk, to try and get through to his enraged father.

And now here they were. After throwing Trunks to the ground, Vegeta landed right next to his semi-unconscious form and slammed him into the wall holding him by the neck while his other hand formed a blast strong enough to kill Trunks weakened body and shoved it right into his skin, directing the blast to not kill him instantly but to slowly works it way through the layers of skin and blood till it reach bone. Trunks screamed out as it began to eat away at his rib cage.

Just then, it all ended. The ball was gone, but not the pain. The pressure on his neck weakened and a muffled gasp sounded. Trunks slowly opened his swollen and bloody eyes, blinking a few times to relieve his sight of the blurriness.

A short time later, his father's face came into view. Wide eyes, mouth open, shock plastered to his face like he hadn't known he just spend fifteen minutes trying to kill his own son. The release on his neck caused his body to fall to the ground, having no strength to stand on his own and instantly, and thankfully, consciousness slip from his hold, releasing him of the tortured pain he had ever felt in his entire life.

Vegeta took a few benumbed steps back as he gazed baffled at his bloody, and beaten son's form. Had he killed him? OH, god…had he killed his own son?! No, no. Not possible. His eyes blinked as Goten's form appeared and began shaking Trunks, begging him to wake up. The coal eyes snapped to him with tears, "Why did you do that!?" He cried, "Why?!"

His mouth fluttered as he tried to from some type of explanation. He could have sworn to anyone that it was Zarbon he was fighting. Not his own son. Not Trunks. But he could offer nothing to comfort the distressed boy as he cried over the almost dead child. His…almost dead child…Vegeta snapped his mouth shut as reality shoved its way into his mind. He had to take control over the situation. "Take him to the woman."

Goten's eyes flew up to his, as if asking 'what'?

"Take him now!" Vegeta hollered causing the child to flinch but immediately gather the unmoving form in his arms and went running out of the door screaming for Bulma.

Vegeta stumbled back as soon as the boy left, and having no other strength then to slid down the wall, releasing his form to its original form. His legs were slightly spread, knees bent, elbows on top, and head in hands as he stared wide eyed at the floor. What had he just done? He could have killed his own child! Why hadn't he been aware of what was going on? Why had he blacked out like that? He had never once harmed his children in any way unless of course they were sparring. But Trunks wasn't even powered up. In comparison, it was like him beating up a human in his regular form. The power the same and the end result of the person opposite of his fists.

Oh, gods. The blood. Vegeta looked upon his hands that he just ran through his hair. It was…every where. All over his arms, legs, suit, splattered here and there. His son's blood covered him. It made him sick. And at that very moment, Vegeta dematerialized only to reappear in the backroom, letting the contents spill from his stomach in the toilet.