Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten tears of a Warrior ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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Forgotten tears of a Warrior-SDPG-SSM


Goku had halted as fear gripped him. The look of panic and fear were very evident on the teen prince's face. Something was horribly wrong.

"What happened?" Were the only words that Goku could stumble out as he looked at his youngest son still in the arms of his best friend.

"Give me the boy. Go find your Mother now!" Vegeta snapped angrily at his son to get him to move after taking Goten from his arms. With one last glance at his koi, Trunks took off in search of his Mother.

"What's the matter with him Vegeta?" Goku nervously asked, his heart telling him that Goten was just sick while his head told him that his wicked wife had done this to him. She had drugged her own son to the point that he was barely breathing. The prince said nothing as he made his way with Goku right behind him to the medical station down by the corporate labs.

"Has he been sick lately?" The question seemed out of place, even for Vegeta to ask.

"I…I don't know…"

"Of course you don't. You haven't been home have you?" Vegeta sneered out in disgust, laying the youngest Son down on an empty gurney in the room. The taller warrior was torn between blurting out what he thought was wrong with his son, or keeping himself quiet and play the fool once again. He wasn't ready to reveal his dark secret that he had kept with him for so long.

"Geta…I might kn…" Goku stopped when the doors swung open with both Trunks and Bulma running in. He stepped back giving room for the blue hair genius to move around the gurney, his eyes never leaving his sons paling face.

"Trunks, what did Goten tell you before he passed out? Where was he?"

"Ummmm, I was meeting him down at the lake for our daily training…he said that he felt weird."

"Weird in what way? Come on Trunks this is important!" Bulma snapped trying to get as much information from her son.

"He said he was weak, he couldn't move and he was very sleepy."

"Ok, Goten can you hear me honey? I need you to open your eyes for me sweetie." Bulma hovered over Goten's prone body as she started the first of the routine tests. She noted his pulse was slow for saiyan standards and his breathing was way off.

"Goku, I think you and Trunks should leave please." Bulma requested, digging around in a drawer quickly, pulling out several empty test tubes and a large syringe. Goku cringed at the sight, but his eyes remained fixed on the medical instruments. His breathing started to pick up, his mind stirring with the flash backs of when he had seen needles like that one before.

'You'll give me what I want. Too bad it has to be the hard way again.'

'Look what you made me do? When will you learn…'

'Don't you know I love you? Why do you have to be like this?'

Goku jumped when he felt some one touch him. Vegeta had clasped his hand around Goku's forearm, trying to get him to leave the room so Bulma could continue.

"Get out of here Kakarott or I'll have her use that on you instead." If the prince realized what he had just said, he'd probably regret every word. The taller warrior paled visibly, his body starting to tremble.

"Trunks, get him out of here." Vegeta said firmly, turning back to assist his former lover with the youngest Son.

"Come on Goku-san. They'll come get us soon." Trunks said softly, tugging on Goku's gi to grab his attention. With a small sigh and nod of his head, Goku glanced at his son one last time before exiting the room, the door closing slowly behind him.

Once the earth raised saiyan and the demi prince left the room, Bulma wasted no time hooking up a heart monitor, applying the white circular patches with electrodes to the now bare chest of Goten.

"Vegeta, get that tank of oxygen over there for me. I need to get this set up so I can check this blood."

"Onna, go check it. I've seen how this works." The prince waved his hand, dismissing her to the task.

"Only because I've had to use it on you a thousand times." Bulma smirked and left to the next room to do a blood work up.

"Just go all ready!"


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Goku couldn't help the thoughts that were raging in his head as he paced the kitchen in the Briefs' home. Anger was boiling in his veins, his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. How could that bitch do that do their youngest child? Trunks stood against the counter watching Goku. His hands were shaking so badly that he didn't dare get a glass of water that he so desperately needed. He kept repeating to himself that Goten was a saiyan and could pull through anything, but his mind wouldn't let go of the sight of Goten lying on the ground so listless.

"Hey you two! Have you seen Bulma anywhere? We were suppose to go out for dinner later…Trunks what's wrong?" Yamcha had come in, his smile and cheery attitude disappeared when he caught Trunks' sullen expression and the nervous shaking of his hands.

"Goten…" Trunks murmured out, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

"Did you two have a fight again?"

"No…Mom is with him now…I think he's sick…he wouldn't wake up…Dende he wouldn't wake up for me…" Trunks' bottom lip started to quiver as he spoke; he bit his lip trying to catch the emotional roller coaster he was on from crashing.

"Oh Dende. Goku? What do you think it is? Could it be that heart virus? Have you called ChiChi to let her know?" At the mention of his wife's name, Goku turned sharply to look at Yamcha and then at Trunks. He could feel the grief rolling off the teenager in waves. His emotions stood unchecked at he stared at his life long friend for a moment before the anger inside took over.

"Stop with the fucking questions! I don't know what it is! And who gives a fuck about ChiChi!" Goku shouted out before you could control his actions. Balling his hands up, Goku left the kitchen through the back door and took to the skies. He had to get out of there before he did something he'd regret later.

"What the hell was that all about?" Yamcha stood dumbfounded for a few moments before picking up the kitchen telephone extension and dialing the Son Residents.


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It took Bulma over two hours to finally get all the data that she needed from running the blood tests. She frowned several times as she looked at the figures, not completely sure if they were correct or not.

"This doesn't seem right at all. What the hell?" She muttered out, flipping the pages quickly on the clipboard in her hands.

"What are you talking about onna? What's not right?"

"These test Vegeta. I'm totally confused by them."

"You're the one that claims to be the genius around here, so what's so hard to understand?"

"Well if my computer isn't lying to me, then Goten overdosed on three different types of sedatives. Dende, the amount in his system is enough to kill a normal human within an hour tops!"

"Sedatives? Why would the boy be taking those?" Vegeta queried, taking a glance at the Goku look alike that was still out cold to the world. Bulma shrugged her shoulders, not having a clue how he had so much of those drugs in his system.

"He wouldn't do what I think he did, would he?"

"Onna, if you're suggesting suicide, I think you're out of your damn mind! That damn boy is just like his father, damn happy bastards!"

"Bulma! Where is he? Oh Dende my baby!" ChiChi's voice cut through the air like a knife as she invaded the quiet room with Trunks and Yamcha right behind her. ChiChi went to Goten's side immediately, brushing the hair out of his face.

"ChiChi, you shouldn't be in here yet! I'm still going through tests."

"Bulma this is my baby! What is wrong with him?" Bulma could only sigh, and picked up the clipboard once again.

"He has high amounts of three sedatives in his blood stream. Do you know how or why they're there?" ChiChi's eyes fell to her son. She had thought that her husband had eaten the sandwiches that she left in the refrigerator, not knowing that her son would get to them first.

"I don't know Bulma…oh you don't think he'd…" ChiChi started her charade, the fake tears starting to well up in her eyes as she quickly covered her mouth with a trembling hand. A shape gasp caught everyone's attention, their eyes going to the lavender haired prince that stood near the door.

"Goten would never do that! He loves life and he…he loves me too much to do something so stupid…" The not too subtle admission of love made the dark haired woman gawk at the young demi prince. This was the first time that she had heard of her son loving another person, let alone a man at that. Bulma and the rest stood unaffected by the news. They all knew the boys were in love with each other. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. ChiChi grew red faced as she looked around the room for some kind of back up, which none were willing to provide.

"Where is my husband at? Shouldn't he be here too?" She snarled out, eyes closing slightly as she glanced from person to person.

"I, I don't know where he went. He got angry and left." Yamcha supplied the answer quickly, not wanting to face the wrath of the woman any longer.

"Just like that no good husband of mine! Always leaving his troubles behind, I swear one of these days…." ChiChi had continued her rant at the bedside of her youngest, while Vegeta stretched out his senses to locate the earth raised saiyan. He didn't know why he didn't feel it before, but the other warrior had jumped through the levels of super saiyan and was now in his level three from some where to the north of them. With out saying a word to the people in the room, Vegeta slipped out pretty much unnoticed and went in search of his former foe.


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Goku had found himself in one of his favorite hiding spots to the north of all the cities, away from human contact. He tried thinking, talking it over with himself that his son was all right and that his wife wouldn't do such a thing to him. But the more he thought about it, the more the anger bubbled and boiled in his body. The symptoms were the same. The weakness, the sleepiness, oh Dende the horrible darkness that he fell into when the drugs were too strong.

"HOW COULD YOU?" He screamed, the energy crackling around him as his level three form emerged. Nothing was safe in a fifty-mile radius. Ki blasts ricochet around the mountaintops, blowing up large chunks of earth. There seemed to be no stopping the powerhouse as he continued his onslaught on the once beautiful area below him. Vegeta was awestruck when he got into range to see Goku still throwing blasts at the now small hills that once stood as majestic mountains.

"Kakarott!" The bellowing voice of the prince carried over the landscape to the enraged saiyan. He received no answer, only the influx of more power being generated by Goku.

"Has he gone completely mad?" Vegeta jumped into super saiyan and bolted at his once foe. Raising his power more, Vegeta neared the other saiyan, taking a hold of his arms from behind, trying to keep him from destroying anything more.

"Kakarott, you need to stop! You fool! You continue like this and you'll surely blow up yourself or this beloved planet of yours!"

"Back off Vegeta! You haven't a clue what is going on!" Goku pulled his arms forward, breaking the grip the prince had on him. Vegeta didn't falter, going back to restraining the younger saiyan.

"Then tell me Kakarott! I should just let you destroy yourself and this damn planet, but I'm sure in the hell not going to play this game any longer with you! As your prince I demand you to tell me what the fuck is going on! First I find you, not once but on several occasions away from home. The last time you were so weak that I had to carry your ass to my house. And now today, my son had to bring your son to my house with enough drugs in his system to kill a normal human being several times over!" The powerful aura faded quickly around the younger saiyan, golden locks shrinking and returning back to the chaotic jet-black mop. Fatigue started to get the better of him.

"You know Vegeta, I should of stayed dead and none of it would of happened. I wouldn't have to worry about pissing people off anymore, and I'd be safe and taken care of in the other world. This place is too cruel and cold to me now." Goku's voice was ragged, his breathing coming out in short pants as he explained to his prince.

"What are you talking about baka? You're the strongest damn fighter in the universe and you're talking like some weakling child. Safe and taken care of feh!"

"No one would understand or believe me even if I tried to explain it. But I do have a request for you. If anything should happen to me, I want you to get Goten out of that house. Keep him safe at Capsule Corp. Will you do this for me?" Vegeta caught the sad look in Goku's eyes as he spoke, requesting him to look after his son.

"It sounds like you are telling me that you and your son aren't safe in that house Kakarott."

"We're not…"