Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ 'Want' To Feel ( Chapter 32 )

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Your mind wont let you say that you want me
Your mind wont ever, never let you have what you want
I feel your hunger to taste me
Still your mind wont ever let you say
Your kind is just the type that should use me
But your mind wont seem to let you have
The opportunity to abuse me
Your mind wont even let you feel-Disturbed

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"Vegeta," Niné stood at the entrance of the balcony greeting his two customers, "I thought it would be best if Dr. Reshi joined us today."

"Why?" He ordered with knitted brows. Could he speak with another person to hear? He was used to Niné. The man knew more about him then anyone but his mate. But adding another person, one that he knows nothing about. One that hadn't been here to hear the beginnings. Too much could be taken out of context. No, Vegeta didn't like this one bit.

"Well, we begin the start of Frieza. That was the name of your violator, right?"

Violator? What a stupid thing to call it. Vegeta sent his glaring eyes to the human, sneering when the man's orbs widened in shock and fright. "No, I do not want another present." He stated stubbornly and crossed his arms over his chest.

Niné bowed his head knowing this would happen. He allowed the wife to try and coax him. "Please, Vegeta, I understand that you don't feel comfortable but this man can help you in places where Dr. Niné can't. He deals with rape all the time."

"Don't call it that." Vegeta barked with insult, averting his eyes to the window.

"What would you like me to call it then?"

"Nothing. Do not talk about it and you won't need to call it anything."

"Well," Dr. Niné cut in, "Why don't we just sit down and begin where we left off yesterday. If we need to skip around it's perfectly all right." Vegeta sensed his mate's pleading eyes and ruefully agreed. He took his seat in the middle of the couch, his mate plopped next to him but gave him his space. Her hand gently rested on his thigh.

"Ok, so, your father gave you up to save the people of the planet. We stopped where you were taken the next morning and shipped to Frieza's mothership with Radditz and Nappa. Explain to us what those two were like first before we start."

Sighing stubbornly, he began, "Radditz became my mentor since I was three of your human years. He taught me everything my father didn't about being a Sayian instead of a Prince. He only treated me like royalty in front of others but alone he would be brutal with words in order to get the 'egocentric attitude' from my veins that nobility had bestowed in me."

"Obviously he didn't succeed." Bulma mumbled with her hand over her mouth as she stared with interest at the magazine in her lap. Her eyes blinked up, looking around when she felt stares upon her. "What? Did I say that out loud?"

The doctors chuckled but Vegeta was anything but amused. He growled though said nothing, glaring at the woman who shrugged her shoulders in her sorrow. "Please continue." Niné said with a smile.

"He treated me as an equal. I hated him for it. But I respected him. He stayed loyal to me for many years and on several occasions kept me from death. Nappa was too self-absorbed and lascivious to really give a damn about anyone but himself. But he was devoted to the throne, plus he was my guard on the planet. I killed him later on, with no regret. He raped too many creatures and killed too many lives for the fun of it."

"So you get on the ship with these two. What happens?"

"We are told to go to the throne room and are escorted there. Frieza looked smug as we walked through the door. He said some shit saying how we were to serve him now and if we didn't, our planet would be blown up. So we obeyed. After two months on the ship of purging, Frieza demands our presence again. We failed our last mission since we killed too many. We received the first punishment."

"Which was?"

Vegeta's eyes averted to the window, watching a jet streak across the sky, all though, mentally he couldn't even see it. His mind rather played him the clips of his first rape. "It was different for each of us. Nappa was first. He was beaten to the point where he couldn't breath on his own. I don't know why Frieza never did anything else to him. I don't care to know. But he was more amused with Radditz and I. Frieza stepped up to me. The words he spoke I didn't understand. I was only six years of your human years. I would not come of age till ten. So things as the opposite sex did not appeal to me nor make sense." Vegeta stalled as he shifted to rest his elbows on his knees, staring at the ground. He felt his mate's touch on his back and instantly flinched away. He didn't want to, but they were in front of others. She should know better by now and if she got angry for it, Vegeta was sure he would careless. Her hand retreated to say the least. "I was told to strip--" He cut himself off with a shake of his head standing up and stalking to the window, "I don't want to do this."

"Don't push yourself," Dr. Reshi gently stated, "It will take time. But you can't push it. Relax. Think of something else for a moment to calm yourself."

Vegeta did just that. He took in a deep silent breath, trying to remember the touch of his mate's hands, lips, the feel of her body under his as he brought her to climax again and again. What a stupid thing to think about when others are present. So hard for the first few minutes to imagine her, the flashes interrupting every few seconds sending shivers down his spine. He pushed himself, forcing out the pictures with his woman. Nothing had ever been harder to do. But when finally he achieved the sounds and smells of their passionate intimacies, he chided himself. Vegeta immediately relaxed his aroused body, cursing himself for imagining such things when he couldn't even act upon it. His eyes shut, swallowing hard willing himself to continue, to relive a past that never had gone away. His will grew strong when he chanted in his head, as soon as he spoke of it, it would all just seem like a bad dream. And never again did he have to give in to them. He just needed to release it. Kami how he need to believe in that. "I was told to strip. Sayians do not have problems with nudity. I did as I was told though confused as I saw the look on Radditz's face. It was the first time I had seen fright in them. I knew I was going to get punished, beaten without armor or anything of that sort was a necessary procedure I presumed considering that it would cause more damage to the skin." Vegeta began to pace. If his tail still was present it would be thrashing and curling in distress at the moment. His muscles twitched, hi ki heightened. Since he knew better, him being scared right now wasn't even an option. He wasn't scared. Just…anxious.

"Vegeta…" Bulma whispered from her place on the couch, "Your ki is getting too high. The force field will activate if you keep it up." She warned gently, the beeping of the detector loud enough to tell him if she hadn't.

Vegeta didn't stall in his pace but he did try and relax his ki, forcing his power in the pit of his stomach instead of the palm of his hand. His eyes fixated on the ground beneath him as he continued back and forth, arms tight around his chest, fists clenching. "Frieza went up behind me and swiped my legs out from under me causing me to land on my stomach. But I saw and heard Radditz yell something and then try and smash into Frieza only to get kicked aside. I watched and wondered why he was attacking a superior being that was more then ten times stronger then he. Frieza was amused the whole time. A fucking smirk was on his features while he beat Radditz." Vegeta went over to the sidewall to stare at a painting for a few moments, trying to word his next situation. He cursed himself to hell and back for being here. For doing this. It was stupid, pointless, and a waste of training time. He should never have agreed to this. Why had he in the first place? Why had he allowed himself to continue with this shit? It was because of the woman. Was she worth this? Was she worth this miserable, embarrassing, humiliating, conversation?

Vegeta shook his head. Of course she was. And damn him for knowing it. "Radditz was only beaten to where he couldn't interrupt but still watch. Watch what, I didn't know. But when he told me to run. I shook my head. A Sayian never runs from a battle. It was what Radditz had taught me. Ironic enough.

"Frieza went back over to me but this time, I bent down into a fighting position. If I were to be beaten as well, I would fight back. I always did with my father; I would not cower to that lizard. Had I known differently, would I have stayed?" Vegeta dropped his gaze from the painting, walking back over to the window. "I don't know. I am no coward. I wouldn't have run. But." Vegeta shook his head having neither the will nor the courage to continue anymore.

Dr. Reshi cut in, "But…you would have done anything to not get raped by him." Vegeta didn't acknowledge him but they all knew he was right.

"I think that is good for today." Dr. Niné smiled, allowing Vegeta to get off tonight after revealing something so horrid. "Hope you two have a good night." The two doctors immediately left.

Bulma stepped up to her husband, getting right in front of him, grabbing his refusing face in her palms and smashed her lips hard against him, making him react to her. He allowed his hands to rest on her hips, tasting her tongue so smooth, soft, and slippery. She ran her hand through his hair, pushing him harder, widening her mouth to accept more of him.

After several seconds, the pair slowly separated. Bulma smirked at seeing his almost unnoticeably blush. "Gods, you are so sexy." She whispered, running her hands down his neck over his pure white tight long sleeve shirt. "And this shirt on you, I'm buying the company." Vegeta smirked and shook his head. She always knew how to make him feel better. By boosting his ego.

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Trunks set the phone down on the hook, grinning broadly. Just got back from Nesa after having her all afternoon and now she was planning to come over tonight. He was unsure about it but he knew if he were to leave in the middle of the night, his father were certainly be aware of his ki. So hopefully, he would be asleep and not be aware of her when she sneaks into his window.

His brows knitted as the intercom buzzed, quickly going to it, "Yeah, Pilt?"

"Hello, Young Mr. Briefs, is Mrs. Briefs there?"

"No, her and dad left an hour ago. They should be home soon though."

"Oh…"

Trunks heard the disappointment and was hasty to ask, "What's wrong?"

"Well, there is a slight problem, Young Mr. Briefs."

"Trunks, Pilt come on, you knew me since I was a baby. Now what is it?"

"Well, sir, umm. Epeon is here and demanding to see Bulma. And I can't really call security unless she was causing trouble which she really isn't, or if Mrs. Briefs tells me too."

"I'll deal with it, Pilt." He shut off the COM so she would have no room to rebut and swiftly flew out the balcony door and dropped down right in front of the woman. His eyes were cold and slit as he slowly rose from his knees to his feet, straightening his body to fully face her. "She is not here so leave." He growled, sick to even look at this slut before him.

"Don't give me that bullshit. I know she is here and I am not leaving till I personally give her this." She held up a white envelope with a grin."

Trunks ignored the paper knowing exactly what it was, flicking his eyes over to the man standing next to the limo that belonged to her before setting his sight on her again. "That's a pretty nice bruise you got there." Trunks smirked, pride filled his veins. He wondered where his mother learned to properly execute a punch. "You sure you want to give her that?"

"If she strikes me or even threatens to hit me again, my lawyer will have enough proof to have her arrested.

His half smile quickly faded as he growled, "You better leave my property before I put you out. And I won't be gentle."

"Why you disrespectful brat. You sure are your mother's child. I pity Vegeta."

"Don't you talk about my father, you whore."

"Excuse me?"

"I saw the whole sickening thing, bitch. How you threw your whorish self upon my father making him react to you."

She grunted with a sharp squeak as she flipped her long brunette hair over her shoulder, puffing out her overly filled chest "Young Mr. Briefs, you should know above anyone else, no one can 'make' him to do anything. He is his own man. And what a man he is."

Trunks shook his head, clenching his fists and teeth as he tried with all his might not to hit her. "You sick bitch."

"Someone needs to teach you manners. And I've got just the gull to do it."

Trunks' eyes flicked to her raised hand and watched her bring it down to smack him right across the cheek. His face to jerk to the side, over exaggerated the power of that pathetic hit. Epeon smirked in arrogance; proud of her actions only to watch his sky blue eyes slide to his corner socket, cold but humorous causing her to falter in appearance. Trunks straightened his head, allowing his tongue to slip out and taste the blood on his cut lip. He smirked, "You should know if I had not lowered my ki to absolutely nothing, you would have shatter every single bone in your hand."

His comment certainly had done its job. She scoffed with rage instantly raising her hand to do it again, but just as she began to bring it down a strong almost painful wrap held her wrist. Her eyes ran to the sudden appearance of a body next to Trunks. Vegeta stood with slit eyes, taking a step to get before his son, trying to will himself not to tighten his hold and crush her wrist. "Do not ever touch my son again." He growled shoving her back, she stumbled unceremoniously but unfortunately, she steadied herself.

"Trunks!" Bulma called from the entrance of the building, running out to him, "Are you all right?" She asked concerned grabbing his chin gently looking over his busted lip.

"I'm fine, mom." He whispered slightly embarrassed of her over-protection.

"Go inside and clean it up. Check on Bra, please." His blue eyes rolled to the smug female but noticed his father's defending stance instantly knowing if any problems occurred, Vegeta would deal with it. He nodded and jumped up to the balcony.

Bulma turned her angry features to the female who was at the moment staring lustfully at her husband. She instantly took her place before him, "What do you want?"

Epeon finally let her eyes fall from the staring contest, seemingly just remembering the reason she was here.. A grin appeared, "To give you this personally." She handed the envelope to her, "See you in court tomorrow."

"Bet your ass you will." Bulma took a step closer. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into. You will never work in this country again."

"Just keep threatening me, Briefs, my lawyer is getting everything needed for his defense."

Bulma smiled and tilted her head to the side, "You actually think you are going to win, don't you?" She giggled, "You think you are the only one who has ever tried to sue me? Trust me, honey, you'd be better off throwing yourself off a bridge. After everything you've done, I lost all care in your personal welfare. It wasn't enough that you had to touch my husband once but then you tried again. And if that didn't cut it, you actually struck my son. I have a whole case on you and I didn't even touch the file of your job. I can murder you myself in front of the whole world, tape me running a blade right across your pretty little throat, tell everyone my name and send copies to all the judges and news reporters in the world…And I will never spend one single second in jail. Hope you sleep well tonight, for tomorrow; you'll be working that ass of yours pretty hard for the next fifty years every single night. Now get off my property before I give you another black eye."

"You speak a lot of shit. Now that I got it all on tape." Epeon pulled it out from between her breasts and flashed it front of her, "Jail for you looks pretty promising." She gasped as it was suddenly ripped from her hands before she even saw what was coming for it. She watched Vegeta smugly crushed his hand around it, allowing the pieces to fall to the ground. She shrugged, "My lawyer has one too. Oh, I almost forgot." She smiled broadly, "Secrets of the Capsule Corps. Industry. Hmmm.."

Bulma's features hardened, "You signed an agreement. You tell one single soul and I can sue you to where your great great great grandkids are still paying for it."

"Yeah. You could. But don't you need proof that I did it?" Epeon began to back up, "Sorry, B. It's nothing personal." She flicked her eyes up to the Sayian, "See ya around, Vegeta." She winked giggling as he flinched to make a move to her only to have Bulma block his path.

Bulma watched as the woman drove off, slamming her foot on the ground, gripping her hair, "Ahh that bitch! I hate her! Damn!"

"What secrets, woman?"

Bulma rubbed her eyes, "Oh, kami. Vegeta, remember I made you see that movie 'The Hulk'?" Vegeta nodded. "That's exactly what would happen to you, Bra, and Trunks if people realized what you are exactly. They would take you away to do shit to all of you."

"Where?"

"To the labs in Japan's underground Secret Society Government Control Unit. I don't' know what they would do to you three. Everyone in the Medical unit knows about you guys considering that they need to know the Sayian body. Shit!" Bulma rested her hands on her hips as she stared at the sky for a second, now more calmly, "I could pay someone to kill her."

"Woman." Vegeta rolled his eyes in annoyance. She knows he hates games.

"Oh, I'm only kidding." She stated as she headed inside, "You could do it. Leave no traces. It would be pretty easy."

"You have been watching to many movies, mate." He stated humorously. "The throat cut was a unique touch."

"Thank you. I thought of that one all by myself."

"That's reassuring." He mumbled.

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Vegeta closed the door behind him, his eyes scanning the bedroom finding his mate relaxed in bed. He felt her ki only to discover she wasn't sleeping. Ignoring the woman for the moment, he went to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

Bulma took a deep breath when he got into the shower without closing the door as always. She shook her head. It is hard to understand the Sayian prince. He believes that nudity shouldn't matter in public and yet says that affection for one's mate doesn't need to be shared with anyone. Go figure.

Bulma reached over and grabbed her laptop, connecting to on-line. If she was going to explain to Vegeta tonight what exactly is going on then this was the way to do it. After finding the correct site, she waited impatiently by pacing before the bed in her long nightshirt that secretly belonged to Goku. But if she were to ever tell her husband that, her favorite night ware would mysteriously be found in shreds.

Vegeta eyed her as he walked out of the bathroom with no clothing besides that of his towel that hung over his shoulder. He threw the wet, white clothe at her, getting her attention and smirking at her glare. "Clothes, Vegeta." He instantly frowned but taking in her facial expressions and the way she was pacing he complied with a pair of boxers. Vegeta leaned against the wall by the balcony doors and crossed his arms. His eyes following her movements that were going back and forth, and back and forth. He clenched his teeth to keep from yelling at her to stop.

"Vegeta, don't say anything through this whole thing. Just listen to me." Bulma took a deep breath, her shaking hands nervously twisting and turning against each other. "Well, OK. Today and yesterday and Monday, I have been going to a doctor." Vegeta's alertness of the conversation suddenly wailed in alarm. He straightened his posture, waiting for her to continue. "First of all, nothing's wrong. Everything will eventually be fine. I just need a little operation and a couple of shots but I'll be fine.--"

"Stop babbling woman and tell me." He demanded.

"OK. Well," She took a deep breath. "I have breast cancer."

"What is that?"

"Well, you know that lump that you felt?" He nodded, "I went to the doctors to get it checked out and for the past three days they have done some tests on me and taken x-rays, and MRIs and all that, only to conclude that the lump is cancerous. You know what that means, right?"

Vegeta study her for a moment, trying to comprehend all of these words that she was saying without blowing up. Cancerous. He knew what that meant but that didn't mean he understood it. "It means you will die."

"NONONONOnoono." Bulma quickly waved her hands before her as she laughed at her husband. "Not from breast cancer."

"Cancer is cancer, you will die sooner or later."

"No, Vegeta. I'm not going to die because they have ways of beating it. You can have cancer and defeat it. You read things about cancer, Vegeta not everyone died." She was right. But what he didn't understand was why he was being so calm about it. Why wasn't he panicking? Why wasn't he in the least bit worried? Did he care for her at all? Was he that unfeeling?

A sickness inside of him began to swell. He could taste the bile in his mouth, causing him to swallow quickly. Why wasn't he reacting to her words? Why wasn't he relieved that she wasn't dying? Why hadn't he been worried when he thought she was? Why wasn't he feeling anything?

"I found a site for you, since I can't really explain it all that well. I don't know all the facts about breast cancer. But if you wish to know, you can read this. It will tell you anything." Vegeta glanced down at the small computer that laid on the bed but then directed his eyes at her again. Did it matter if he learned about it or not? She wasn't dying so was there really a point? Vegeta frowned, though his distress toward his own self. Why was he thinking these things? His mind was only feeding him negative thoughts or words that had everything printed as being pointless. His life, her life, their relationship, her apparent sickness. It was all pointless.

He couldn't face her right now. Not with these contradicting thoughts that made him feel so emotionless. He felt that he was betraying her every time he continued to not react to her words. Vegeta turned without another word and pushed open the balcony doors. If he must, he would pound his body into oblivion until he could start thinking about his mate with other words then that of meaningless emotion.

Bulma sighed, dropping her head in her hands, gripping her hair as she growled a violent yell. "That man will be the death of me!" She threw herself in the bed on her back, staring up at the ceiling, arms and legs spread out wide. "At least it went better then I planned." She mussed with a emotionless smile.

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Vegeta leaned against the open doorway of the balcony. The chill night air at his back while his eyes rested on his sleeping mate. His arms were cross over his chest as usual, his stare the same usual expressionless. After four hours of continuous training and allowing his beams to smack him with all there power, Vegeta finally gave up. No answers had come to him. Nothing would allow him reason for the way he had acted when she had told him the news and he still didn't know what to really think about it all. But he didn't want to leave her tonight. No matter if it was five in the morning. He wanted to touch her at least once before the day began again, even if she didn't react to it.

Seeing her shiver beneath the massive quilt she wore, he shut the balcony doors having forgotten about her frail body that could contain no body heat like his own. Looking down at his sweaty and bloody form, Vegeta headed for the shower, shutting the door this time so he could turn on the light. He took a look at his form, finding all of his burns, cuts, and scrapes. After cleaning all wounds in the shower, he exited in the nude.

Vegeta carefully set himself in the bed, knowing how easily she woke up. He didn't want that right now. He needed to deal with this by himself for the moment. He threw the covers over his waist allowing the heated room to soothe his body as he lowered his ki. Vegeta glanced down at his mate, her face toward him while she hugged the pillow against herself.

Sighing out he reached over on the nightstand and grabbed the laptop. Setting himself comfortable, he opened it on his lap and clicked on the message that read his name. He read the little letter she had left. "If you have any questions you can type them in search. I hope it helps you in any confusion you have. I'm sorry that I kept this information from you but I wanted to make sure before I told anyone. I will tell the kids soon. On Friday I have an appointment. And surgery on Monday. I would appreciate it if you came with me. But it's OK if you don't. I would understand. Good Night my Handsome Prince. I hope you didn't stay up too late over this."

Vegeta humphed quietly before clicking on the other window which instantly showed a pink ribbon laid across in the middle.

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Vegeta glanced at the clock once he was done with the page, only to find that it was only five thirty. He shut the computer. Vegeta shifted his eyes to his mate. He knew of everything now and all the things that she would be going through during this. He had read stories from other women that had it and their trails through the experience. This would be hard for her to do alone. He understood how strong she was, but maybe this was the one thing that she would need help with considering how much she thinks of herself and of how he feels about her. He could only imagine how much bitterness toward herself is building up each day she bore the sickness inside of her. Vegeta also knew, it was because of him. She would go to the ends of the universe for him so he would never find out how weak she thought she herself was.

Vegeta would never admit this, he could barely say it to himself. But at times, he wanted her to be weak. He wanted to be a husband. He wanted to take care of her. But he knew as well as the next, she would never allow such flaw in her emotions.

He lowered himself in the bed, scooting closer to the woman and gently letting his fingers grace her cheek and push the blue strands of hair behind her ear. She moaned just barely but refused to pull herself from her dream world. He half smiled before barely kissing her temple then her cheek. She wiggled beneath the sheets before her eyes fluttered open. A smile instantly present on her lips. "Good Morning." She whispered.

"Not yet." With that he covered her lips with his as he moved his naked body over her clothed clad one.