Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten tears of a Warrior ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Forgotten tears of a Warrior-SDPG-SSM

Loud guitar riffs and bassy drums could be heard coming from the west wing of Capsule Corp. Bulma Briefs cringed as the music started once again. She was clear on the other side of the building and the strains of a man's singing voice could still be heard.

"Don't those boys have anything better to do? I can't get anything done with that crap blaring like that." She grumbled to herself, throwing down a screwdriver on her workbench before stalking her way towards the offending noise.

Deep within the west wing, being covered up by the loud music, moans and groans meant for the only two people in the room could be heard. A furious make out session was being waged between two young demi saiyans.

"Annngh Chibi please I want you!" Trunks growled out, still attacking his prey with nips and kisses.

"TURN THAT STUFF DOWN TRUNKS BEFORE I COME IN THERE AND DO IT FOR YOU!" The voice of the resident female genius sobered the mood like a bucket of ice water.

"Sorry Mom!" Trunks apologized quickly after turning down the music with a frown. Goten pushed himself up on the bed, straightening his shirt. He silently thanked Bulma for screaming at them. He loved Trunks to death, but wasn't ready for the next step in their relationship. The thought of his parents, or Trunks' parents finding out what they've been doing sent shivers up his spine. He wasn't about to lose his prince because of their parents.

"Sorry Trunks, I guess I better be going before your mother blows a gasket or something." Goten rambled out, going towards the bedroom door.

"Chibi?"

"Huh?" Goten turned his head, hand still poised on the doorknob.

"Why won't you let me go farther then we have? You know I love you right?"

"Of course I know koi, its just…I…I'm not ready for that ok?"

"When will you be ready? When I'm old an gray?"

"Trunks please don't be like this. You know that I love you with everything I have and beyond. I'll let you know…I'm sorry." Goten opened the door and escaped before Trunks could throw another comment back. The demi prince's last statement stung a little, but he did the right thing, or though he thought.

The young demi-saiyan's mind was off in another world as he ascended the stairs, ready to make his way towards the back yard of the complex to take off for home. His mother was expecting him home soon anyway for chores since his father had disappeared a few days ago…again.

Heaving a heavy sigh, he lifted off the ground only to stop just above the treetops when he felt a familiar ki on the horizon.

"Dad?" He whispered out, his brows furrowing when he recognized Vegeta's ki along with his father's. He watched as two dots on the horizon became bigger at a slow pace. It wasn't like his father to fly all that much, not when he could use his instant transmission to get from here to there in a blink of an eye. Almost antagonizingly slow, the two saiyan warriors made their way to the compound's back yard, lowering slowly to the ground. Goten was flabbergasted at the sight almost immediately. The prince was holding his father upright on his feet.

"Dad?" Goten lowered himself back to the ground, rushing towards his father, who still had an arm braced over Vegeta's neck, his head hung low, knees threatening to buckle again with his weight.

"Don't just stand there and gape at us. Help me with this baka!" Vegeta snapped loudly, shifting his weight with the heavy Kakarott in his grasp.

"Hey Goten." Goku greeted his son weakly as his other arm was tossed across his youngest son's shoulders.

"What happened to you? Did Vegeta try to kill you?" Vegeta just snorted, rolling his eyes at the idiotic question the boy asked.

"I just need something to eat, maybe a little sleep and I'll be good as new son." The gentle warrior answered, as he was lead into the house.

They maneuvered the large saiyan around furniture and doorframes to the guest area of the west wing. As the three topped the stairs, Trunks was standing in his bedroom doorway watching his face set in a scowl as they passed. This did not go unnoticed by the prince. Goten had looked away as soon as his son came into view. Vegeta knew there was something between the two boys for over a year now. Scents don't lie, especially when both would be covered with the other boy's scent. He also knew why his son was scowling. The mix of arousal and sweat was clinging to the humid air, but the scent of sex was not.

'Still playing hard to get eh brat?' He thought wickedly, glancing at the young demi out of the corner of his eye. Finding one of the empty guestrooms at the end of the hall, Vegeta deposited his burden on the young Son, stalking out of the room in a huff.

"Are you sure you're ok Dad? Mom and me have been worried about you."

"Just training too hard again. You know how that is." 'I'm sure your Mother was worried about me. Just worrying when the next time she'll have to drug me.'

"You train too much Dad. Why don't you come home with me? Mom will get you back in shape."

'If you only knew Goten…'

"Here. Shower is over there. I expect you clean before I see your face again." Vegeta barked out, shoving a pile of towels and clean clothing at Goku.

"Thanks Vegeta. I really do appreciate this." The prince snorted, his way of saying 'you're welcome' and exited the room once again. Goku smiled faintly, he was away from home, and somewhere he felt safe atleast.

"Dad?"

"Huh? What was that Goten?"

"I asked if you were going to come home with me."

"I'll be home soon. I just have some things to work out for myself. Take care of your mother for me." Goku cringed inwardly as he spoke the last words. He could careless about the woman now. His only concerns were Goten and Gohan and his family. What really worried him was Goten staying at the house by himself. Granted he was sixteen now, but he could end up in the same boat as he was and he didn't want to see his youngest like that. He would kill that woman if she ever harmed a hair of either of his children or granddaughter for that fact.

"Alright Dad. I'll see you soon then." Goten gave a wave as he exited the room. Now Goku could curse to himself alone. He never meant for Vegeta to find him and he never ever meant for Goten to see him like this. He grabbed a fist full of his orange gi, looking at the tattered and torn patches along his shirts. His navy blue sash was barely holding his ripped pants to his body. He was an utter and total mess.

He stumbled towards the bathroom just across from the bed he was sitting on. Relieving himself of his disgusting clothing, Goku leaned against the sink, looking at his naked body in the wide mirror before turning on the hot water for his shower. His skin looked paler then it usually did. The dark circles under his eyes told the story that he was lacking sleep, or should he say quality of sleep anyways. He ran a hand down his chest, across his washboard stomach. He didn't look thinner, but the way his clothing was fitting, it had to be true.

Hot billowy steam filled the small room quickly making the visibility in the mirror almost useless. Taking a few trembling steps, Goku sighed loudly as the hot water enveloped him, relaxing sore muscles and cleansing away days worth of sweat and dirt. Arms outstretched against the cool tiled walls to hold himself up, Goku smiled for the first time in days.

Vegeta had found his way to the kitchen, grumbling about the third class baka that was now upstairs in his house. He couldn't believe himself that he took pity on the younger saiyan, but something in Kakarott's demeanor when he found him that afternoon told him something was wrong.

"He had the nerve to lie to me! I know he wasn't training!" He grumbled loudly, shifting around the center island, pulling out the ingredients to make some sandwiches with. Hell he couldn't believe he was making food for the damn fool.

"This is pathetic! Here I am, The Prince of all Saiyans and I'm standing here making that third class moron something to eat!"

"What are you bitching about in here?" Bulma said snidely as she entered the kitchen, grabbing something to drink from the fridge.

"No of your damn business woman. Don't you have something better to do? Perhaps go bother your lover or something?" Vegeta snipped out as he continued to make sandwiches. He could hear her huff and stomp out of the room, brining a huge grin to his face.

He really liked to irritate her; it was the highlight of his day. It was shortly after Bura had been born that Vegeta moved out of the master bedroom into his old room down the hall. It was a mutual agreement of sorts. He stayed only to be with his children. He could take lovers and her the same. Sadly, Vegeta really didn't want a 'new' lover to complicate his life again. Bulma was just about enough to drive him insane. While he went without companionship, Bulma had reconciled her relationship with Yamcha, and both lived at the huge complex.

Piling all the sandwiches on a platter, Vegeta made his way up the stairs, cringing when he walked by Trunks' bedroom there was loud, angry sounding music being played within. This really wasn't all surprising, Trunks was always like this when the youngest brat of Kakarott turned him down.

The door to the room he had given to the third class baka was ajar letting small plumes of steam out of the cracks. Silently he toed the door open, the steam hitting him full force as he entered into the sauna heat. Condensation was already forming on the windows as the hot water continued to run just inside the bathroom.

"What the hell is he doing in there? Boiling his skin off?" The prince grumbled out, setting down the platter on the nightstand before going to the bathroom. His eyes widened slightly, taking in the naked glory of the younger saiyan in front of him. As he expected, the poor fool looked like hell even with the dirt scrubbed away.

'Why did he let himself go like this? He is always at the top of his training, always striving for the next level, but this?' The saiyan before him, the first in many millennia to become the legendary was nothing but a skittish fool in front of him now.

Even with the weight loss, Goku's body was still one to admire. The chiseled muscles that moved his body with such grace made any man fear or envy him. His pale skin was even paler then normal giving him a fine china doll effect. His soaked hair draped over his shoulders in soft ribbon like trails. Goku was still in the same position as before, arms holding him up, fingers splayed on the moist tile, legs spread slightly, keeping himself balanced as the water beat down on him.

Ebony eyes of the prince followed the planes of muscles from the warriors neck downwards, face heating with the sight of his ex-enemy's cock hanging flaccidly between the spread legs, water rushing down it in small rivers only to drip off from the head. Vegeta turned his back quickly, getting more then just an eyeful to last him for the day.

"Kakarott! Are you going to stay in there all damn day or are you going for the record of how many of those damn wrinkles you can get on your body?"

"Oh, hey Vegeta. I'll be out in a minute." The younger saiyan said over the sound of the running water. Moments later the water cut off and the transparent shower curtain pulled back. Goku quickly dried himself off the best he could, wrapping the damp towel around his waist before entering the bedroom.

"Here, I made you something to eat. I hope you appreciate it because it won't happen ever again." Goku looked at the sandwiches in curiosity. He was so hungry, his mouth watered at the sight, but something was stopping him from snatching up the platter and devouring the whole thing in fifteen seconds flat.

"Umm, thanks Vegeta. I'll eat after I get dressed." The prince cocked an eyebrow. This wasn't like Goku at all not to drop everything at the moment to eat.

"What ever Kakarott." And with that, the prince left the room scowling as the loud music assaulted his hearing once again.

Goku sat on the bed staring at the food that was beckoning to him. His stomach rumbling loudly in protest against his brain.

'Vegeta wouldn't hurt me.' He kept repeating in his mind. With a trembling hand, he picked up one of the sandwiches, looking it over for a moment before lifting it to his nose to smell. He quickly found out that some drugs that his wife used had a distinct smell to them while others had no smell or taste at all. Hell it wasn't just the food either. She had gone as far as putting drugs in his drinks and even the toothpaste he used every morning.

"I trust you Vegeta. You're about the only one that I can trust now besides my sons." He lifted the meat and bread combination to his mouth, taking a small bite.

Shortly after two in the morning, Vegeta woke with a start. The hum of his gravity chamber echoed through the halls from the other end of the house. Quickly tossing a pair of boxers on his naked frame, Vegeta stalked towards the source of the noise. He knew exactly who it was. That damn moron that didn't even come out of the room the entire night, even when being called for dinner by Mrs. Briefs.

The gravity was set pretty low to what Vegeta was use to, only 150g, but Goku looked like it was taking more and more effort for him to continue the kata he was performing. His muscles ached and burned, his mind a million miles away while his body out of habit continued in the rigorous manner. His once rival watched from outside the door through the small window.

The prince was about to barge in and tell the younger warrior to get the hell out of his gravity chamber when Goku slumped to the floor. For a few moments, there was no movement within until Goku picked himself back up, trying to continue where he left off. This was something that didn't capture the prince's attention. Kakarott was known to pick up and continue to fight even if he had nothing left in his energy supplies. But what did pique his curiosity were the fat tears rolling down pale sweaty cheeks.

'What the hell? He's fucking crying in MY gravity chamber!' Vegeta snarled his eyes fixed on each move the younger one made until he hit the floor again, this time not getting up. Goku had curled up upon himself, his body shaking with the intense sobs that shuttered through it.

"Manual override engaged. Gravity will return to normal in five seconds." A mechanical voice emanated the hall when Vegeta hit the button just outside the door that Bulma installed for emergencies. The green light blinked on above the door just as Vegeta wrenched the door open ready to yell when he stopped. The sound of Goku's sobs finally reaching his ears. Something within him snapped, his emotions switching quickly from anger to protectiveness in the matter seconds.

"Kakarott?" The warrior's name came out as a throaty whisper as he walked to where the fallen warrior cried. He crouched down, looking at Goku for a moment, a bare hand finally coming to rest on Goku's shaking shoulder.

"I thought she loved me…she never did…did she Vegeta?"

"I don't know Kakarott." Silence over came the prince as he continued to watch the last full-blooded saiyan cry. The sobs gave way to sniffles then to complete silence.

"Kakarott?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are you going to stay in here all night?" Goku rolled his head on the cold metal floor so he could see his prince.

"Don't know if I can move. I'm so tired." His eyes slowly sliding shut again. Vegeta knew he would regret this for as long as he lived. He lifted the larger warrior into his arms, taking him back the guestroom he had given him earlier that day. He thanked Dende for making sure everyone was still asleep as he walked the upper hall of the west wing.

Placing Goku into the bed, Vegeta grabbed the comforter and tossed it over the now sleeping form.

"Goodnight baka." Vegeta gave him one last look before shutting the door on his way out.

"Night Geta…and thank you…" Came the sleepy whisper that no one but Goku heard.