Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Mind's Bottom Door ( Chapter 27 )

~~~~~~~``` Chapter 26 Mind's Bottom Door

You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild
what's broken.
Too much , too far , too late to lie down now.
I must arm myself to fight you
by making weapons out of my imperfections.
It's all I have left.
There's no other choice.
I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and no one now.
But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked.
I'm naked and fearless.
But I'm dead inside. ---Tool

```````````````````````Flash Back.

Vegeta's little eyes darted around taking in the craved walls that told the history of all Sayian Kings of the past. He walked briskly down the hallways alone, having just come from Training with his mentor Radditz. He was now on his way to his mother's room to escort her to lunch as they always do. His tiny but long tail flipped about behind him in slight aggravation for his tummy was hungry because Radditz had kept him too long in the Training Chambers making him late for his appointment with the Queen. He loathed being late for anything. He had learned when he was two that being late meant punishment according to his father. For a King is always supposed to be punctually, his father would say.

He clicked on his eyepiece making sure his mother was in her room waiting for him only to see that instead of one read out there was two. The Queen's ki was raised along with the other, which he noticed to be his father. What was the old man doing in there? Vegeta had thought that King Vegeta was meeting a bunch of morons from Planet Shienti. For what reason, the young Prince didn't care enough to know.

He slowed his steps, quietly sliding against the wall as he came to his mother's door. It was slightly ajar which he silently thanked, for if it wasn't even his Sayian hearing couldn't penetrate through the solid wooden walls. Vegeta leaned in to peak inside, pushing the door open just slightly so he could see his two parents, standing in front of each other. The Queen's head was bowed while the King talk only in a whisper but Vegeta could hear it just barely.

"Nukasa I tried everything possible. But it is the only way to save our planet."

"It is death that will only meet us in the end, Vegeta."

"But this way, our race will live on for thousands of years. Even if I must die to do that."

Her blood red eyes rose to Vegeta's coals, tears glistening in her sockets but she dared not to let them fall. "You are not strong enough, my king. Do you not see that?"

King Vegeta walked around her with a growl, running his hands through his flamed hair, his tail flapping about. "Then what, Nukasa, should I do?!" He whipped around to face her, "Do you want me to give Frieza what he wants?!"

"No. Of course not." She answered, sadness vibrating in her throat. Prince's brows knit at the confusion of her emotion. Sayian only show arrogance, anger, and the strongest qualities, but this thing that etched on her features, there was something unacceptable about it..

King Vegeta stepped up to his mate, taking her chin in his hand and lifting her face to be greeted by his. "Then I must fight."

"You will die."

"If I must."

"Young Vegeta is not prepared for your death, mate. You cannot just abandon him."

King Vegeta's hand fell, "I am doing this to save him. Call it what you will. But I will make an agreement with you, my queen. I will wait until he is of thirty moon cycles ((six years-old)). Then I will attack with my forces. I will hold off Frieza for another ten moon cycles, but after that, it will come down to handing Vegeta over, or fighting. And I will fight."

She stepped as close as she could to his person, lifting his large hand to her neck, letting his fingers trace his mark, "Then I will fight by your side." Their tails found their ways to each other, wrapping in spirals till the tips lazily flicked back and forth against the other.

King Vegeta's hand rose up to the female's fading bruised cheek, running his thumb over her bottom lip, "I am not worthy of you."

Her brows knitted in what the young Prince found to be pain, but there was no harm happening to her. "Never say that, mate."

Young Vegeta turned away before he could witness his parents share intimacy. He leaned back against the wall trying to understand his parents' conversation but his five year-old mind drifted off, simply not caring before he turned and wondered back down the hall.

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Vegeta's eyes snapped open and body stiffened at the feeling of someone entering the bed and wrap an appendage around his stomach. But he was instantly calmed as his mate's body pressed against his back and lips descend multiple times on his neck, "It's Ok, Vegeta. It's just me. I put Bra to bed." She explained but that did nothing to calm his nerves.

He should have known the moment she awoke. And if not, any movement what so ever should have awakened him. His awareness of things have certainly dimmed over the years. The first few months he slept with the woman, any awkward breath would awaken him. Any flinch of the eyes, any movement of the fingers. Why had his attentiveness weakened? Could it be that the years have made him soft and less paranoid? Could be. Though that did not at all make him feel good. Being less alert of the things around him could result in bad consequences.

"Did you have a flashback?" She asked, wiping the sweat from his shoulder and neck with the blanket. She could feel his heavy pants against her chest. In order to calm him, Bulma ran her finger tips up and down his side and gently kiss his shoulder. He nodded once. "Tell me, maybe it will relax you. Your heart is beating so hard." She whimpered as if scared of that fact.

Vegeta turned to face her, their head laid on the same pillow, legs twined together. He rested his hand on her hip while her fingers danced along his arm and shoulder. He stared at her for a full two minutes. The TV giving off the proper light to take in her beautiful features. He felt her toes wiggle consistently against his calf. "It was about my mother." Her eyes seemed to widen but she quickly relaxed her expression and said nothing for a few moments.

Her hand rose and gently swiped a few drops of sweat from his brow, "You don't have to tell me if--"

"I will." He cut her off seeing her eyes stall on his for a moment as if making sure he really didn't feel pressured. She smiled and nodded, dropping her hand from his temple and resting it under her head giving him her full attention.

But Vegeta wasn't able to say one word with her innocent eyes gazing at him with such love. He couldn't take her offerings. So instead he heaved himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to her. Bulma watched him rest his head in his hands, elbows held up on his knees as he sighed heavily. His skin glistened in the light of the TV. She could feel him, even if it was barely there, she could feel his anxiety in revealing this long kept secret.

When he began his painful story, his voice was purged of all feeling, whispering words never once spoken to another person. "I was beaten by my father and knocked out. For how long, I do not know. When I awoke, I found myself surrounded by my own blood. Many things were broken. The ligaments in my knees were shattered….Kind of like the boy's." He added as if in agony at that admission. "I heard my." He sighed through his nose. "I heard my father and mother yelling. About what, I cannot say. My eardrums were busted but they were screaming so loud." He paused. "I looked up to see them, Father smacked her and in retaliation, my mother," he chuckled just lightly, "My mother punched then kicked him."

Bulma could hear the pride he felt with those words. But her brows knitted when he suddenly became more despondent. "I. I could feel my father's power. I knew something was going to happen. I got to my hands and knees for I was too weak to do anything else, and crawled toward them. But as I mentioned. My knees were tone to shreds. I collapsed to the ground." He stopped, rising from the bed and going over to the balcony doors to look out. She could see his form just slightly shaking, barely even visible if you just glanced his way, but Bulma could see it.

"I heard a high-pitched ring. And when I looked up." His eyes shut, brows knitted as if he was seeing it happen repeatedly over and over in his mind. "My father. My father had shoved a ki blast into the middle of her abdomen. It went straight through." The obvious destroyed Sayian Prince came back once again to the bed, ignoring making eye contact with his saddened mate, sitting down with his elbows resting on his knees as he stared at the ground blindly. "The look on my mother's face. She didn't even seem to notice. She just stared at my father for the longest time. Blood was pouring from her stomach but she just kept staring. I was too stunned to move.

"After minutes, hours, seconds. I don't know. Her features depressed not in pain. More of betrayal. And liquid fell from her eye. As her body gave way my father caught her and laid her out on the floor. I began to crawl over to her but kept my distance, not wanting to receive any blow from my father. But as I got closer, I could see water on my father's face. I do not even think he knew what he had done until it was too late."

Bulma crawled over to her husband's body, snuggling in from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder and her arms wrapped around his upper chest.

"I did not cry for my mother. I have yet to shed one tear. After that. The Burning took place. All of the Planet's people mourned for their Queen's death. No one knew how it happened. No one except for me and my father. He told some stupid story about her Training too hard or some shit. I don't even remember."

He took a minute to think, raising his hand to gently stroke the woman's arm that hugged his neck. "A few moons later. My father finally exited his room. He had stayed in there for many nights, his kingdom long forgotten. He came into my room and sat down upon my bed. I wouldn't acknowledge him for he no longer mattered to me. No one did. There he told me, for once in his life, that he was sorry. For everything. I can honestly say that it meant nothing to me" Vegeta grunted, "Only one moon later, did the beatings return. He was even more distant, more brutal. But in a sense, he became more watchful. I felt him numerous times in my room while I slept. He would just stand there."

Bulma kissed the side of his neck as she whispered, "He did love you, Vegeta."

Vegeta shifted causing her to detach herself and lean back on her legs as he turned to her. His brows were knitted as he gazed at his woman, "What would make you think that?" He questioned with pure confusion.

She shrugged, "I don't know. With all the stories you've told me of your father, I just think that he did everything to make you stronger. No matter how wrong some of the things he did were." She removed her legs from under her to flop on the bed, "I mean, think about it. You said every time a Sayian gets beaten to the extreme they only become stronger, right?" With a nod, she continued, "Well, your father constantly did that, why? Because he wanted you to be able to fight with him should the battle between the Sayians and Frieza ever occur. Or, he wanted you to be ready when it came to dealing with Frieza on your own."

Vegeta shook his head, turning from her, "If that were so, he wouldn't have given me up so easily."

"Look, I may not know the whole story, But Vegeta, how do you know he didn't fight? I mean you were a kid, he could have had meetings with people when you were training or something and plan about how to eliminate Frieza without having to give you up in order to save you. Only to realize that Frieza was just too strong, so instead of you dying with your whole race, he wanted you to live so you can get back at Frieza for the oppression he placed on your people." Bulma watched as he rose from his seat and stepped back to the window. "Have you ever thought about that?"

Vegeta was silently for a few minutes before he slowly reached the handle of the French door, "You will never speak of this with any one." He stated firmly before he stepped out, flying in the air to, where Bulma could only imagine to his GR, even in his long flannel pants.