Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Disposable Hero ( Chapter 30 )

~~~~~~~~```` Chapter 29 Disposable Heroes

Soldier boy, made of clay
now an empty shell
twenty one, only son
but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
just do as we say finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away--Metallica

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"Vegeta!" Bulma called as she set down her briefcase, hiding her hand in her jacket's pocket. Her eyes scanned the perimeter, catching no sight of him anywhere. Bulma's brows knitted. He wasn't in the GR and he wasn't eating. He couldn't possibly be sleeping. Bulma's attention was snagged by her son greeting her from his relaxed position in the reclined chair, his eyes though attached to the TV were the horror movie, Jason vs. Freddy played. "Trunks, have you seen your father?" She asked, walking up to the back of the couch.

"Quiet, woman. You're ruining the movie." Vegeta replied causing Bulma to look down and see his relaxed form laid out on the sofa, Bra snug in his arms as she watched the horror movie with her thumb in her mouth.

"Vegeta!" Bulma screamed, hurrying over to the TV and smashing the off button. She flung around, "You know better then to let Bra watch movies like that! And why isn't she in bed! It's past her bedtime!"

Vegeta just grabbed the remote that laid on his thigh and turned in back on, "Its just a movie, woman. She wanted to see it."

"Vegeta, she will get nightmares and that results in her crying and screaming in the middle of the night." Bulma smashed the off button again, stomping over to the whining child and lifting her up, "It's time for bed, young lady."

"No, mommy! I want to watch the movie with daddy!" Bra screamed wiggling and crying while trying to escape her mother's hold.

"No, Bra you know you have to go to bed." Bulma carried the fighting child over to the elevator trying to ignore the paining wails of her daughter.

"I want to stay! Daddy, Daddy make mommy stop! Let go!" She cried, smashing her hands into her mother's shoulders.

Bulma clenched her teeth as the pain made her release Bra from her grasp, causing the child to unceremoniously drop to the floor. The woman gripped her shoulders watching Bra ran over to her father, who was now standing before the couch. "Daddy, I want to stay." She cried and sniffed into her father's thigh.

Vegeta stared at his mate for a moment, her eyes glistened in the light holding her paining arms. Her cheeks clenched in her anger as she glared at him, daring him to say that she could stay. He let his arms dropped from the crossed position and put one hand on her lavender head watching Bulma roll her eyes and scoff, stomping over to the kitchen.

He looked down at his princess, lifting her up and nearly dropping her on Trunks' lap, stomping over to the kitchen himself. Her hands rested on the counter, her back to him with her head dropped down. Vegeta gently rose his hands to her shoulders slowly massaging the bruised skin that he knew was there considering how high Bra's ki rose when she hit. "Vegeta." She whispered, "You can't do that. That is not how parenting works. When I say she has to go to bed, you have to agree or you make me look like the evil parent and she ends up thinking you're a fucking god."

"What's so wrong with that?" He was relieved to hear her small short laugh before she turned around and faced him.

"I only do things like that Vegeta because I don't want her to walk all over us. She thinks she can get away with anything. Especially with you. And if we let it continue, when she gets older she will be the most spoiled and rude person in the world."

"Like you?" He watched a smile approach her lips before she nodded.

"Yep. Like I was. I'm not like that anymore."

He grunted, "Who the hell told you that?" She slapped him on the chest but before she could pull away, he grasped it and held it to him. But his brows knitted when she cringed. It was then he felt the cover on her hand. Vegeta loosened his hold so she could yank it away.

"It's nothing. Just got it smashed earlier today."

Frowning, knowing that she was lying since she tried desperately to not make eye contact, Vegeta gripped her wrist and brought her hand before him ignoring her protests as he began to unravel the bandage. He turned the outside hand toward him, brows knitting more as he saw the stitches and dry blood knowing exactly how an injury like this could happen. "Who the hell did you punch woman?" He asked tugging at her wrist as he went to the freezer bringing out an ice pack and setting it on her hand.

She laughed just gently, cringing when he placed the cold ice on her wound, "Umm…I kind of fired Epeon today."

His jaw fell open, "You. You hit her?"

"Right across the cheek. I think I busted her nose but damn did it feel good and hurt like hell at the same time. She'll more then likely sue but that's ok, even if she gets millions which won't even be the case because I have the best damn lawyers in the world I still will be the richest person in the world. Kind of sad really." Bulma inspected her hand, placing the pack back down, glancing up at her husband only to see him staring at her. Nervous now, Bulma tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "What?"

Did anyone ever tell her just how arousing it was to have their mate stick up for them? Not that he needed to be stuck up for, but to know that she had gotten physical because she was protecting what belonged to her, just made him…To put it blunt, he really wanted to fuck her right now.

Vegeta grabbed the back of her head, smashing his lips against hers hearing her yelp in surprise. He was glad that he hadn't turned the kitchen lights on, although, Trunks could probably see them, but he didn't care right now. After battling with her silk tongue, Vegeta pulled away basking in her heavy pant, "What was that for?" She asked breathlessly.

"Bedroom. Now." He demanded tearing himself away to go to the hole in the ceiling in the living room only to be stopped by his wife's voice.

"Vegeta, you have an appointment tonight."

Turning around, Vegeta stepped back up to her, wrapping her in his arms, pulling her hard against him so she could feel the only appointment that he had on his mind. Bulma giggled but shook her head kissing his disappointed frown, "We canceled yesterday. Today you have to go. But." She wrapped her arms around his neck, "I promise, I'll let you satisfy this craving of yours later."

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"Sorry to come by so late but this was the only chance I could come with my job and all." Bulma and Vegeta situated themselves on the couch.

"So what's been happening? Anything that I should know?" Dr. Nine asked with a knowing expression as he stared at his patient. "Might I say Mrs. Briefs, you certainly did a number on that woman's face. It's all over the news." The man chuckled.

"All ready? I hadn't thought it would be on until tomorrow morning. She must really want to sue me." Bulma shook her head while making mental note to turn on the TV when the got home.

"Oh, yes, she was yelling atrocities. Some things did catch my attention though." His eyes flickered over to Vegeta before glancing back at her, "Mrs. Briefs, I would like to speak to your husband alone please--"

"She knows."

"Oh." Niné dropped his head before writing on his clipboard, "I can offer a few relationship therapists since it isn't my specialty." He stopped, glancing up at the laughing female.

"No, no, Dr. It's nothing like she more the likely said it was. She has never been with Vegeta as she described it. They did do some stuff but Vegeta realized that I am a goddess of my time and ain't no one going to be able to replace me." She smirked, leaning back in the couch with her head held high as if posing for a modeling agency.

Both men glanced at each other. "Right." The doctor broke the silence, giving a stiff cough, glancing down at his clipboard. "So where do you want to begin today, Vegeta?"

Bulma squeaked in her anger at there obvious rejection of her words, crossing her arms over her chest glaring deadly at the smirking Sayian. "You set yourself up for that one, woman." He played innocent chuckling as she stuck her tongue out childishly. He shook his head, bringing his attention back to the doctor who was watching amusingly. "What?"

"Do you always call her that?"

"Not always."

"Yeah" Bulma added, "Sometimes its dumbass or bitch, or female, or imbecile." The doctor laughed gently watching as Vegeta sent her a glare. The two were certainly in a playful mood tonight. He kind of didn't want to ruin it by bringing up the past. "Don't look at me like that." Bulma quickly stated, turning away.

"I don't remember needing you permission how I should look."

"Well, if you did you would have known that it makes you look like Mr. Grinch. And I tell you one thing, he wasn't that great looking if you know what I'm saying."

"Oh, please, what was that the other day about how I should model?"

"I was talking about your body, ain't nothing in there that says they would have to use your face. They more then likely would put a garbage bag over your head. If Trunks would have turned out like you I would have died of embarrassment."

"Same here."

"Are you calling me Ugly?"

"Obviously." He snorted. "You human mind not catch that?"

"Oh, now you're calling me stupid?"

"If the shoe fits."

"Well obviously it doesn't."

"What too small?"

"That's like calling the kettle black."

"I'll have you know I am forty times smarter then you, woman."

"How do you figure?" She scoffed.

"I know twenty three different languages and that's only on this pathetic planet."

"I could too."

"I know of technology that your feeble mind could never hope to conjure up."

"Oh yeah? Then when we get home you write some shit down and I'll tell you that I've all ready created it or someone else did."

"I wouldn't waste my time. It will all be transferred one ear and out the other. As your human's terms state."

"Kami, Vegeta, get over yourself. You've been on this planet for nineteen years. You are about as human as I am except you're a bit more ignorant."

"Ignorant?! Of what?"

"Was it you who asked me what second base was? You would think you'd have learned our terms by now but nope, they are all too good for you."

"Of course they are! I'm a Prince."

"And I'm Queen of England, who gives a rat's ass?" They both glared at each other before snapping their heads away both with crossed arms and pouts on their faces.

But their eyes slowly drifted to that of the person across from them that was keeled over in laughter, holding his side. They looked at each other before frowning and turning back to the man, "What the hell are you laughing at?" Vegeta was quick to growl.

The man slowly fell back against his seat holding his stomach as it shook with his laughter, "I'm sorry. But that was the funniest thing I have every seen!"

The couple growled at the insult, both barking, "Shut up."

The doctor coughed, straightening his posture tucking a short blond strip behind his ear, "Excuse me." He stated while trying to hide his smile behind his hair. "Shall we get started?" It was quiet for a few minutes before the doctor began again. "We left off with the death of your--"

"It's done."

"Oh?" Niné smiled knowingly, "That's great, Vegeta. I'm happy to hear it. And how does it feel? Is it like I said it would be?" Vegeta slit his eyes seeing the smugness in the man's tone but he nodded once anyway, no use in denying it. "Good, I'm glad. Then I guess, if you are not ready to tell me, we will move on. We have covered your father and mother up to the time you were taken. Do you remember any of that?"

"Yes."

"Then let's start with everything you remember about your father 'giving you up'."

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"Young Prince, you're father wishes to speak to you?"

"And I care, why?" Vegeta shot back as he continued to pound in an opponent that was one of his guards.

"It is urgent, Prince Vegeta."

"Well, Radditz, tell my father that he can burn in hell for all I care. He is not my king, I need not obey him."

"Vegeta." Radditz persisted.

Knowing that his superior always meant business when calling him by his first name, Vegeta rolled his eyes before he dropped kicked his opponent watching with a proud smirk as the older Sayian smashed into the ground, unconscious. The young one dropped to his feet, grabbing his towel off the wall rack and picking up his armor. His tail flipped behind him, letting Radditz know he was not getting away with this that easily.

Radditz bowed his head when Vegeta past before following after him, "My prince, I wish you no pain. King Vegeta will be upset if you did not come."

"Cut with the formalities bullshit, Radditz." The six year old growled, his arms crossed across his barely balky chest.

"Vegeta, you know I hate that bastard as much as you but it is for your safety that I do this."

"Whatever, Radditz." The conversation was dropped. A few turns and more steps and Radditz pushed open the large doors to the throne room, only to growl immediately.

"Please, Vegeta, be careful. Watch what you say in this company." He bowed deeply as Vegeta eyed him suspiciously at what he was talking about only to slit his own eyes as he continued down the blood red carpet that led directly to the dais where his father sat. His black, emotionless, young eyes darted around catching the smirking features of Frieza, Zarbon, and the pink blob that was Dadoria. That did not sit well with his nerves.

"My son, thank you for greeting us with your presence." Vegeta rolled his eyes knowing the sarcasm that laced those words meant punishment. Everything meant punishment.

"What do you want?"

"Now, Young Prince." Frieza cut in from his floating chair, "Is that any way to greet your superior?"

Vegeta snorted but with the glare he felt from his father, he did as instructed and bowed at the waist, "Lord Frieza."

"Now that's a good monkey." Both Sayian Royalties growled at the green pretty boy named Zarbon.

"Now, now Zarbon, be nice." Frieza chided with a chuckle. "After all this is a friendly meeting." Vegeta let his devious eyes stay hooked with Frieza's bright red orbs, having the sudden urge to run.

"May I, Lord Frieza, have a moment with my son?" Vegeta quickly turned his eyes to the king, question obviously apparent. The tone of his father did not suit him well. And the way King Vegeta's tail flicked about alerted him that something was wrong. Something wrong enough to cause distress.

"A father and son moment, how sickening. Come Zarbon and Dadoria, let us entertain ourselves with the slaves here." Both creatures chuckled and followed the floating chair out of the throne room.

Vegeta turned his eyes back to his father, uncrossing his arms, waiting for his worried King to speak. "Son, come here." He whispered while rubbing his eyes from his defeated position on the throne. Young Vegeta was reluctant but at the moment, his father's ki had decreased telling him that no harm would happen at this moment. He made his way up the three steps then standing before the dais waiting for his father's attention.

King Vegeta sighed, taking his eyes up to his son's young hard features, sadness present causing young Vegeta's expression to falter, "I want you to understand something, My Young Prince. You are my heir. You are my blood. And that is why I do what I do. There will be." The king stalled, dropping his head, "There will be obstacles in your life, that you must overcome on your own. A Sayian's life is a brutal one, for we strong, we are invincible. And for it, abused by superior beings. Do you understand, son?"

"Yes, Father. But nothing is stronger then a Sayian."

"That is not true. Frieza is Superior. And he will abuse our power. He will abuse your power. Do you know why?" The young prince shook his head, "Because you are the One. You are the Legendary. And because you are, creatures will do everything they can to take that from you. But you must not let them. Never let any one tell you that you are not, My son. Never."

"I do not understand, Father. Why are you saying this?"

"It is something you need to know. And I hope with time and the more you grow, you will understand the decision I am about to make. I have no choice. I have no fight left in me since your mother. I cannot fight anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"One day, son. You will understand. But you must promise me, Vegeta. That you never forget who you are."

"I promise father, but I--"

"Are we done with this little bonding thing?" Frieza asked with much humor as he floated in the doorway with his first hand men behind him.

King Vegeta stood, and placed a hand on his son's shoulder squeezing it once before he stepped down the stairs, not looking back up to his child as he began his words, "The trade is done. My son for my people." Young Vegeta's mouth fell open as he watched his father kneel down before the lizard and bow his head, not knowing if what he heard was the truth.

"Good. I knew you were a smart king. No matter the monkey brain that you have stored somewhere." Frieza's red eyes rolled up to Prince Vegeta's. The young one took an unconscious step back, his eyes wide at the devious glint in those evil orbs, "Prince Vegeta. How much fun we will have together, ruling the universe."

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"Next sunrise, I was packed and boarded along with Nappa and Radditz and taken to Frieza's mother ship."

"Vegeta, how do feel about what your father did? And do not say 'nothing because it's in the past'."

Vegeta swallowed as he stared at the ground, his elbows resting on his knees as his hands dangled between them. He ran one through his hair before letting it fall again. He pushed himself back into the couch, letting his eyes go over to the window, "Betrayed."

"Why?"

"He gave me to that monster without even trying to fight."

"Do you know that for a fact?"

"Yes. The bastard told me he couldn't fight anymore."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Something about my mother."

"You felt betrayed. And hurt. And Sad. Those are all normal feelings, Vegeta. But, I do have one question." He paused for a moment, "Why did you feel that, when you hated him?" Vegeta shrugged indicating that he had no comment at the moment. The doctor stared at him for a few minutes, allowing the Sayian to think about it before he gave his opinion. "I think that even though you hated the things he did, you still wanted him as your father. You didn't want to leave him and yet he gave you no option."

It was silent for a long time, Bulma stared at her husband, watching his facial expression, trying to tell what he was thinking about. Only the thunder broke in every few seconds. "Well, I guess, we will take off again tomorrow. Maybe at an earlier time." He was interrupted with a yawn.

"Sorry about that. I will try my best. Oh, and umm, Doctor Jitu called and we had a discussion and decided on Teniclin and Finkical. I started him on it yesterday, I just forgot to tell you."

"Their both good choices. And hopefully it'll stop the flashbacks and get him feeling better.. See you two tomorrow."

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Bulma growled as she yanked herself out of Vegeta's arms as she ran into the cover of her bedroom, "Had to fly didn't ya! Couldn't let me take the car!" She ranted as she stripped her drenched clothes off.

"It is only water." He shot back as he too stripped.

"So! I didn't really feel like getting wet, Vegeta!" Hearing him chuckle caused Bulma yank her pants off and throw them on the floor, the large wet slap resulted. "Get your mind out of the gutter you sicko! Does everything have to deal with sex?"

"Not everything." He mumbled changing from his boxers to dry pajama pants, eyeing the woman as she stripped her wet undergarments and into a overly large T-shirt.

"Name one thing." She scoffed wringing out her hair, watching with rage as water dripped down to the floor.

Vegeta ran his hand through his wet hair, shaking the water from it. "The brats." He stated, quite proud that he found a reason.

"How the hell do you think they got on this planet, dumbass!" that was it, Vegeta shot before her, throwing the woman over his shoulder only to dump her on the bed, quickly flattening her struggles with his body.

Smirking, "Oh yeah." He mocked, kissing down her wet cheek to nibble on her neck.

"Kami, I wish I could hate you." She whispered, allowing her relenting hands to slide their way to his shoulders.

"Same here." He mumbled back. Vegeta felt her begin to speak again so he quickly covered her lips with his, swirling his tongue inside her mouth. But all movements stalled as he growled against her.

A small, timid knock sounded at their door. And just then lightening flashed shortly followed by the loudest thunder yet, causing the walls to shake. The electricity cut out directly after.

Bulma and Vegeta pulled away hearing the crying sounds of their daughter from the doorway, "Mommy! Daddy! I'm scared! Please let me in!" She wailed the doorknob continued to jiggle underneath the little female's hand.

"Hold on, Baby, we're coming." Bulma scurried off the bed to get some under garments on only to bang into her dresser, "Vegeta please." His ki sparked up in his palm, lighting the room up.

"Mommy, please, I'm sorry I hurt you, please let me in! I promise I'll never do it again! Please, Please! I promise!"

"Ok, Ok Baby, I'm coming." Bulma hurried to the door quickly unlocking it and wrapping the crying child up in her arms letting her cry hysterically in her shoulder. "Oh, baby, it's ok." Bulma soothed as she rubbed the child's back gently before carrying her over to the bed, sitting upon it. "Hey, shhh..You're ok. What's the matter? It's just a normal thunderstorm. We've had worse before."

"There's someone in my closet!" She cried through her tears.

Bulma quickly flicked her eyes to Vegeta who only shook his head in response not being able to feel anybody with Ki. "No one's here, baby. Daddy doesn't feel anyone."

"I swear it. It was that guy with the mask I saw on TV."

"Oh?" Bulma quickly sent a glare to her husband who only shrugged moving from his place on the bed and picking out the candles in the drawl, lighting them with his ki. "It was just a bad dream honey. You're mind is playing tricks on you."

"No, I swear I saw him. I was so scared, mommy."

"Forget about him now, Baby. Who ever you saw is gone now. Daddy's here to protect you." She gently stroked her child's silky hair holding her close to her bosom as she rocked the child while softly humming a soothing tune. "I wish you would have listened to me, Bra. Those movies aren't good for you."

Bra lifted her head shortly after, sniffing loudly while wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands, pouting, "Did I hurt you, Mommy?"

Bulma smiled gently, shaking her head, "I fine, baby girl. No worries." She kissed her daughter's forehead.

"Can I sleep here tonight? It's scary in my room."

Bulma glanced back at Vegeta who instantly shook his head, smirking, allowing her to know what he had planned in his mind. He was still very 'needy' if that's what you want to call it, her possessiveness still fresh in thought, causing his blood to boil. "Yes, honey. You can stay with us all night." His smirk dropped as he stared wide eyed at his mate watching her grin sarcastically. "Maybe this will teach your father that you are too young to watch scary movies." Bulma let the child slowly crawl out of her arms and on to the bed.

Vegeta growled and glared though laying out on the bed with his back facing his mate and child. The woman was a bitch. She always was. And if the child was deaf for a moment he would make sure she knew exactly what he thought of her.

But his anger ebbed as he felt his daughter's shaking body slowly snuggle against his back. Her form so tiny her feet touched the top of his hips. He stared out at the wall for a moment then slowly and carefully turning around to face them, letting his little child to curl her face into his shoulder as she hugged her pillow instantly falling asleep with an adorably yawn. Vegeta let his hand rise to stroke her chubby pale cheek, just barely a whisper. It still amazed him that he had created such a pure creature. It revealed a little bit of belief that there was still a god. Somewhere.

He felt his mate's stare and rose his black coals to see her content features as she too snuggled against her pillow. No words. None needed.