Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten tears of a Warrior ❯ chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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Over three days had past and Vegeta was still somewhat baffled by his encounter with Goku. Granted the younger saiyan was always the happy go lucky of the Z team, but didn't anyone else notice the slight changes here and there over the years like Vegeta had? He shook his head. What would stupid humans know about saiyans anyways? Even the gentle warrior's sons were oblivious to it. Or did they know something and were not letting on to the fact?

"Why the hell am I thinking about this shit to begin with?" The prince growled out, stalking his way down the long corridors of the Capsule Corp compound. He had been itching for a spar; someone to beat the living hell out of for weeks now but still couldn't find anyone suitable for the job besides Goku.

"Guess I'll have to pay him a little visit and drag his ass away from that bitchy damn woman of his."

"Talking about ChiChi again?" Bulma's voice came from behind him. She was heading back down to her lab, coffee cup in hand when she encountered her estranged lover cursing down the hall ahead of her.

"What makes you think that onna?" The prince snipped back, a sly smirk gracing his lips.

"Who else do you call a bitchy woman besides her?"

"I call you that when it's that time of the month." Vegeta waited with baited breath, hoping that statement would get a rise out of her.

"I know what you're up to and it isn't going to work Vegeta. ChiChi can go to hell for all I'm concerned. She knows she's not welcome at my house after what she did last year." Red rose to the pale skin woman's cheeks as she remembered the last time she had invited the Son family over.

"Still not over that onna?" Vegeta asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the far wall.

"She fucking ruined Bura's birthday party! Her damn whining irritates me and the way she treats Goku is horrible! He's more like her son then a husband I swear!" Bulma seethed out, stomping her foot in disgust for the dark haired woman.

"Tell me something I don't know already. I can't stand the bitch. Why he even stays with her is beyond me."

"Goku said the only reason he stays with her is because of the kids."

"Hmpft! His eldest brat has a kid and his youngest is old enough to fend for himself. What more could he ask for?"

"I really don't know Vegeta." Bulma sighed out before taking a sip of her coffee, she was also asking the same question.



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Days passed, and ChiChi was still quite angry with Goku for taking off the week prior, but there had been no sedatives or other drugs mixed into the food at home. Goku was relieved somewhat that maybe she had run out, or thought that the stuff wasn't working on him any longer and had given up trying to keep him home like that. Or it could have been the fact that both of his sons were at home most of the weekend. Goten needed some extra help with his school studies and Gohan had offered to tutor him in his free time. This gave Goku extra time to himself and some quality time to be with his granddaughter who was learning how to fight like the rest of them.

"Stand like this Panny, and extend your arm like so." Goku instructed, down on his knees to be at eye level with the little girl. He repositioned her arms into a familiar fighting defense and moved her legs to create more balance for her.

"Alright, continue what I showed you." Goku smiled, getting up and moving away from the girl to a small clump of trees not far away for some shade. The sun was blazing overhead; the birds were singing and flying along on the breezy air currents above. It was just the perfect day to spend time with Panny alone. Goten was at school and Videl and Gohan were away for some meeting for the day in West City. What better babysitter then Goku?

"Isn't there enough fighters in this family that you had to go and corrupt my poor granddaughter too?" Goku swallowed hard. He had been dreading the day that his wife would bring this topic up. It wasn't just him training Pan, her parents along with Goten and Trunks had been training with her as well. She had saiyan blood running through her veins and nothing was going to quench that need to fight.

"She's doing something that she enjoys ChiChi. Just leave her be, she just a child."

"Gohan was her age when that nasty green alien took off with him for over a year. Look what happened to my baby."

"Nothing happened to Gohan. He was and still is a very excellent fighter as well as what you hoped for him to be."

"His studies should of came first." ChiChi announced quite loudly making Pan stop in the middle of her kata to watch both of her grandparents yelling at one another under the trees.

"And look at him now ChiChi! He's a scholar just like you hoped that he would be. And Goten, he's doing well with his studies. I proud of all of them for what they've accomplished."

"Goten doing well? Atleast he can read and do math problems unlike you." The words were a double-edged sword that ran through his chest. He winced slightly at her words as she continued her rant.

"Do you know how embarrassing it is that you can't read? Do you know how bad that makes me look? Can you imagine what I go through when people ask me about my family? My husband can't read or write his name and my youngest son is following in his footsteps."

"Who taught Goten how to fight in the first place? It wasn't me if you remember correctly. That was all you that taught him the basics. That's enough contradicting yourself ChiChi! I will not have you talking like that about Goten. I never learned how to read or write, but I take care of my family the best way I know how."


Away from the bickering couple, Pan stood sniffling at the harsh words that were being thrown back and forth. She knew Grandma would be mean and yell at her Grandpa, but every time they started, it grew worse and worse.

"What are you crying about brat?" Young Pan was startled; she didn't know that Vegeta was standing right behind her until he spoke. She sniffed, roughly wiping away the tears on her face before facing him.

"Grandma is being mean again."

"So I hear. I could hear her half way here. What is she yelling about anyways?"

"She doesn't want me to fight." She growled out, her eyes turning away from her grandparents still having it out on the other side of the clearing. It was the resounding smack that made Pan and Vegeta snap to attention. ChiChi was marching away in a huff while Goku still stood under the trees, one hand placed firmly against the cheek that was just assaulted.

"Kakarott, I will never understand why you stay with that bitch." Vegeta stated quite clearly as he strode over to the younger saiyan.

"Watch your language in front of Pan please." Goku snipped out, running a hand through his hair briskly. He wasn't paying attention and didn't notice that his prince was standing with his granddaughter, watching everything unfold. He was embarrassed, but hid it behind the happy mask that took years to perfect. No one would question the goofy smile as apposed to a frown from him.

"Of course Kakarott."

"What is it that you want? You don't come all the way out here to insult my wife."

"A friendly spar, unless that harpy took that fight away with that slap she dealt you."

"Fine. Panny, Stay over near those trees. You can learn a lot by watching us fight." With an eager nod, Pan ran to the spot that her grandfather had pointed out, excited to see both Vegeta and Goku duke it out. It was rare for them to spar like this, but if you had the chance to see it, it was usually worth it.

Goku tightened his sash before lifting off the ground to hover just above the treetops waiting for Vegeta. The prince joined him, a smirk adorning his face.

"Hope you've had time to rest Kakarott because I don't plan on taking it easy on you."

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you Vegeta." Goku answered with a smile before both lunged at each other head on.


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Goten had arrived home from school while his parents were fighting out in the clearing. He had heard it all but decided to steer clear of them while he still had the chance to do so. He dropped his book bag at the foot of the stairs, his stomach grumbling loudly as he searched the kitchen.

"Great! Mom did leave me a snack after all! Boy there is enough for both me and Trunks here." He giggled as he took out the platter of sandwiches that were on the top shelf in the refrigerator. He grabbed a picnic basket from the cabinet and filled it with all the sandwiches and soda he found. He had a few minutes before he had to meet Trunks down by the lake for some fun in the late afternoon sun.

"Shit!" Goten growled out as he felt his mother's ki coming back towards the house. He collected everything that he needed and slipped out the back door quickly making a break for it before he was caught. As soon as he got far enough away, Goten slowed his pace, pulling out a sandwich to munch on while he made his way to the lake.

The sun sparkled off the lake like diamonds as Goten spread out the blanket he had tucked under his arm. He took off his shirt, tossing it to the side before lying back to catch a few rays as he munched on his half of the goodies in the basket. He smiled as the sun warmed his skin. It wouldn't be long before his love would arrive.



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Punches and kicks were exchanged high above the trees, both warriors pretty even in battle as they continued the all out assault against each other. Both were bruised, blooded and their clothes were in tattered ruins in the matter of a half hour. Goku was being worn down quickly, but he tried not to show it. All he needed now was a gloating prince on his back.

Goku ducked and weaved, moving faster then the human eye could see to avoid the fury of punches that his prince was throwing towards his head. A foot managed to sneak its way through the mighty warrior's defenses, momentarily knocking the wind out of him to give Vegeta the upper hand. Finding the larger warrior unprotected, Vegeta took his chance and struck like a viper, taking Kakarott down with a double axe handle to the back of the head, sending the younger saiyan sprawling towards earth in an alarming rate of speed. Vegeta grinned, waiting for his counterpart to reappear above him at any moment, but the younger saiyan kept plummeting with no response.

"Kakarott! You idiot!" Vegeta growled out as he hovered for a few more seconds before giving chase to the saiyan body that had crashed into the torn earth below. Goku had crashed hard into the crumbling earth, taking a few moments before he could sit up and shake some of the pain away from impact.

"I think you made a crater the size of a lake here on purpose Kakarott. Getting to lazy to walk to the other one?" Goku flashed his award-winning smile up at Vegeta as he still rubbed his head. He glanced down at his clothes, or what was left of them and frowned. ChiChi would really blow her stack if he walked into the house looking like this.

"Ummmm, yea. Say do you think Bulma has anymore of my gis at your house? I've already made ChiChi mad today and I don't want to add to it." The prince just snorted and waved a hand for the younger warrior to follow.

"Come on Panny, you can play with Bura-chan while I get cleaned up." The little demi girl cheered loudly as she raced her self to catch up with her grandsire and the prince.


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Trunks berated himself as he slipped through the trees trying to reach his destination. His Mother needed him to help her move some things in the lab and that took almost forty-five minutes to get done. He was only hoping that Goten didn't get pissed and leave before he got there. His cerulean eyes caught the beautiful sight of his koi lying on a blanket near the lakeshore.

"Goten-koi. I'm sorry I'm late, my mom wanted me to move shit around in the lab…Goten?"

"Trunkssss…I feel weird…" Goten's voice slurred out, eyelids drifting closed briefly to open slowly again.

"Goten are you sick or something? What feels weird?" Trunks asked worriedly. He brushed the long thick shaggy hair away from Goten's face, noticing his love's breathing starting to slow even more.

"Weak…sooooo weeeak…sleepy" Trunks licked his dry lips, the panic starting to rise into his eyes.

"Ok Goten, I'm going to take you home with me ok? I'm going to have Mom check you over. You just stay awake for me." Trunks requested trying to keep the scared tone out of his voice as he lifted the youngest Son against his chest carefully. He lifted off the ground, carefully maneuvering around the tree branches until he cleared the treetops. Without thinking twice, he poured on the speed, heading for home with precious cargo in hand.

The lavender haired prince kept talking, trying to keep his koi from closing those dark chocolate eyes, afraid of what might happen if he didn't open them again. Goten's eyes drooped one last time before remaining closed just minutes before touching down at Capsule Corp.


Goku had just sent Pan to play with Bura when the sound of Trunks' voice coming from the main entrance startled Vegeta and himself.

"Brat stop your yelling!" Vegeta snapped, curiosity claiming both full-blooded saiyans to check out what Trunks was so hyper about. They stopped just on the other side of the kitchen door to see Trunks trembling, tears streaming down his pale cheeks with an unconscious Goten in his arms.

"Please help me…he won't wake up…"