Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten tears of a Warrior ❯ chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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Forgotten tears of a Warrior-SDPG-SSM

Shortly after Vegeta left to find the younger saiyan, ChiChi left Capsule Corp, heading back home hoping to confront her wandering husband about the situation. She knew that she was going to be blamed for this and she had to keep him from opening his mouth. Not like anyone would believe him. Who would actually believe Goku, the savior of the universe, accusing his wife of drugging him while he was actually home, alive?

"Maybe this will prove to him that if he continues the way he is, his son isn't even safe from me." ChiChi laughed, mashing the accelerator harder to get home quickly.

"I canceled the dinner reservations. Any preference of what take out you want?" Yamcha asked, peeking around the corner of the door of the med bay. Bulma looked up from her notes, shaking her head sadly before returning back to her work.

"How about you Trunks? You want anything special?" The young demi prince shook his head also, his eyes turning back to the pale face of Goten that was still unconscious.

"Ok, I'll just order what ever then. I'll let both of you know when it arrives." Yamcha said softly, closing the door behind him. Bulma was too absorbed in the read outs that she had gotten from Goten's blood tests to want to leave the lab or the youngest Son for a fancy dinner date tonight. None of the tests made any sense at all to the blue haired genius. The phenomenal amounts of sedatives in his blood stream were enough to put down the likes of Goku and Vegeta with no problem at all. Goten was lucky to be alive at the moment. If it wasn't for Trunks finding and bringing him back here so quickly. She sighed heavily, she didn't want to think about the 'what ifs' at the moment.

"Mom?" The sound of her son's voice brought her back to reality, turning her head in his direction to see him still holding Goten's hand for dear life.

"What is it sweetie?"

"Go-chan will be all right won't he?" She smiled softly despite the situation.

"Yeah, he'll be all right once all the drugs wear off."

"I don't understand Mom. I mean he was fine when we left school. We were supposed to train, and I find him like that…gah! I only left him for a little while Mom." Trunks raked his hands through his silky hair in frustration.

"Stop worrying Trunks. We'll find out all the answers when he wakes up. It shouldn't be too long now. I hope." The last part was whispered under Bulma's breath, not wanting to tell Trunks that it could be days before Goten actually woke up from his drug induced haze.

Vegeta studied the younger saiyan still floating in front of him. What little information that Goku had spoke out loud wasn't much to piece the huge puzzle together inside of the prince's head.

"Look Vegeta, I have to go. Just remember what I asked of you." Goku said softly, his mind definitely on other things.

"As you wish Kakarott. The next time we meet, you will tell me everything"

"Yeah, sure. Might be sooner then you think." Goku placed two fingers to his forehead, and with a light ripple of the air, he disappeared from the once beautiful valley. Vegeta waited, sensing Goku's ki finally relocating at his house not to far off in the distance. Since the young saiyan wouldn't say what it was that was bothering him, Vegeta took it upon himself to figure all of it out himself if he had to. At a slow pace, the prince lowered his ki and made his way towards Goku's house.

The medical bay was semi quiet, the dull hum of a machine in the background was lulling Trunks to sleep as he waited ever so patiently for Goten to wake from his slumber.

"Hey guys, dinner is here." Yamcha announced, tapping on the outside of the bay door. Bulma gave him a nod before he disappeared from the small window on the door.

"Come on, Trunks. You need to get something to eat before you fall asleep down here." Bulma stood up and stretched her cramped muscles, pushing her arms over her head as she walked towards the door.

"I'm not hungry Mom." Came his simple answer, his eyes drooping back shut.

"Ok tough guy. I'll bring you back something then." She pushed open the door, letting it shut almost silently behind her. Once the sound of his mother's retreating footsteps were nothing but a faint echo on the tile floor in the long hall, Trunks tiredly opened his eyes, one hand caressing Goten's face, the other still holding his koi's hand.

"Go-chan, you need to wake up. Damn you, you scaring me to death here. What would I do with out you Chibi?" Trunks sighed out as a whisper, laying his head down next to the prone body on the still mattress of the bed Goten slept on. He kept telling himself over and over in his mind that everything would be just fine when Goten woke up and help solve the mystery as to why there was so many different drugs in his system that could of killed him.

Suicide wasn't at the top of the list, so that was scratched off and not thought about again by Trunks. Goten loved life too much to do anything like that. Both demi teens talked the day prior about what colleges they wanted to attend, and fought about what movie they were going to see that weekend. Trunks opting for the shoot 'em up movie, while Goten wanted to see a romantic comedy. Trunks snorted, yep, it was always like Chibi to be the most romantic out of the two. A kiss here, a hug there, and the cutest little teddy bear that Goten had purchased for Trunks for the Christmas holidays. The brown fuzzy bear always sat on the demi prince's bed, right where Trunks wanted Goten to be sleeping with him every night.

"Nnngh…" The sound of a weak moan roused Trunks from his musing. Eyes snapped open immediately, head quickly rising to see the sour expression on Goten's face.

"Chibi? Open your eyes for me baby." Trunks demanded softly, getting to his feet to lean over the bed, stroking Goten's face in an effort to see those dark eyes open.

"Trunks…"

"I'm right here. How are you feeling?"

"There is no way this is going to go on any longer." Goku mumbled to himself, packing Goten's clothes into a large duffle bag. He was going to make sure his son was safe and sound before he even thought about himself. The only place where Goten could be safe was at the Briefs' home. Away from his 'loving' mother.

"What the hell are you doing?" ChiChi's screeching voice cut through the silence like a hot bladed knife.

"Getting my son out of here before you hurt him again."

"Your son? Your son? You weren't the one that spent thirty-six hours in labor with him. Hell you weren't around for the first seven years of his life, why the hell do you lay claim on him now?"

"Because his mother tried to murder him. Stay away from him." Goku growled out, synching the duffle bag closed and throwing it over his shoulder.

Outside, Vegeta clung to the dark shadows, listening to the full-blooded saiyan and his hellcat wife verbally sparing. Most of the words were muffled yells of undistinguished words. For the most part, it sounded like an everyday disagreement between spouses, but when the topic of drugs and murder, Vegeta couldn't help the cold chill that raced down his spine.

"You've carried out your little drug induced tortures for years ChiChi, but I won't have you doing this to Goten."

"My, my. You sure are willing to make sure I don't hurt the stupid kid. He's just like you, you know. He looks just like you, acts like you, same manners as you…He needs to be disciplined before he gets out of line like you are now." She hissed out, eyes on fire as she watched Goku shiver under her glare.

"He's staying at Capsule Corp until he ready to be out on his own. There is no way I'm allowing him back in this house while you're still here."

"Is that so? Well I have news for you mister. Goten is underage, which means he lives with his parents unless the law finds us as unfit parents, then and only then will they allow him to go where ever he pleases."

"The only parent I see in this room as the unfit one is you ChiChi. How could you do that to him? How? Did you do this stuff to Gohan too? If you want someone to hurt or control…do it to me, not him."

The news hit the saiyan prince like ten tons of bricks. Almost all the puzzle pieces were now starting to fit together. The weird activity, lost of appetite, the all out over all appearance of the younger saiyan was all due to the dark haired banshee that stood on the other side of the wall still screaming at Goku. With his jaw locked tight, his hands clenched at his sides, Vegeta now stood on the edge, mind racing on what his next step would be. Should he return home and tell them of his findings or enter Kakarott's house and confront the evil wench where she stood?

There was more slamming of doors, the shouting continued for a while longer. Goku had locked himself in Goten's room, still controlling his anger by packing the rest of his youngest son's belongings into boxes to capsulate later. Goten would be safe with Vegeta and Trunks watching over him.

"I don't feel so well Trunks…cold…" Goten whispered, his teeth chattering slightly as he spoke. His koi grabbed a pile of thin blankets off the counter, fanning them out over Goten's trembling body.

"Shhhh, I'll take care of you. Just get better ok? I've been so worried Chibi." The demi prince stroked his boyfriend's face, a small smile flitting across his face for him.

"Why can't I move Trunks? I feel so sleepy…"

"You got into something bad Chibi. Don't worry though, Mom says you'll be alright."

"Oh, ok…" His dark eyes fluttered closed again, almost instantly falling asleep once again. The lavender haired prince sighed in relief. He was so scared that he would never be able to talk with his Chibi again.

"I love you Son Goten." Trunks punctuated his statement with a gentle kiss to his koi's clammy brow.

"The boy stays here. I suggest you get a room ready for him." Trunks snapped his head towards the voice of his father who now stood in the doorway with his now clearly upset mother.

"Mom? Dad? What's going on?"

"I made Kakarott a promise that I will keep. The boy is to stay here until I say so. That fucking woman that he calls a wife is not allowed here do you understand?"

"Ahh, yes…yes. What's going on? Does this have to do with what happened this afternoon?" Trunks stumbled out in question.

"Yes. Onna, I suggest you have a room ready for Kakarott as well. I believe we're going to have house guests for a while."

"Damn it Vegeta! Stop talking like you don't know anything. It's pretty obvious that you know something that you are not sharing with us." Bulma snapped out, tapping her foot on the tiled flooring in irritation.

"You will know everything when I do. Until then, Goten is not allowed out of Capsule Corp without someone with him." Vegeta snapped on his heels and exited the med bay leaving the two stunned and confused.

In the quiet hours of the night, Son ChiChi was still awake, lurking about the Son home. She was bound and determined to keep her husband from ever leaving again, and was on a mission to bring her youngest son home to her. Gohan turned out well, becoming a scholar just like his mother had wanted him to be. But there seemed to be no hope for the other two Son males. She was going to change that.

Drawing a syringe out of its well kept hiding place, ChiChi filled it with the most potent drug she could find in her well-supplied stash. She grinned to herself; she would have to thank Bulma for her recent sedatives made especially for saiyans. Getting it took awhile, but with people with no clue like Mr. and Mrs. Briefs not paying attention to her while she visited the labs, it was more then easy to take the small vials without anyone questioning her. She smiled knowingly to herself as she climbed the stairs, pulling out the key to Goten's bedroom.

"Oh yes, this is going to be so easy this time." The door creaked open, dim light casting her shadow on the wooden planked flooring. Goku slept on his side, curled up with a pillow cradled against his chest. She evilly smirked, drawing the syringe out of her pocket, uncapping it silently.

His mind registered a stabbing pain to his thigh first, the warm sting spreading up and outward fast, faster then anything he'd ever felt before. His mouth fell open in a muted cry, eyes screwed shut as the sting turned into a dull pain, his limbs feeling heavy. He cracked his eyes open to see his wife tossing the needle over her shoulder.

"You've had your chances, no more." She spoke, smiling as Goku's head finally fell back on the bed, body that was fighting against the poison that entered his body fell lax.

Vegeta paced in his bedroom, wondering about his comrade that he left behind hours ago. His son was still down in the med bay with Kakarott's youngest whelp, nursing him back to health. His mind was nagging him, wanting him to go to Kakarott's house and take him out of the situation.

"Tomorrow. I'll get that damn baka tomorrow. He'll be fine until I get there."