Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten tears of a Warrior ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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Warnings: Sick, demented ChiChi, cuteness maybe

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The night seemed to be endless. The dark, cloudless night marched on at an ant's pace, the light of dawn still hours away, signaling a brand new day. Vegeta had only managed a few hours of sleep before being awakened from his slumber by some weird dream. The prince shook it off, managing to put the disturbing images of his nightmare off in some other dark recess of his brain for the time being.

Silently he crept around the large house, everyone seemed to be deep in dreamland as he passed by the sleeping quarters of Bulma, Yamcha, Bura, and Bulma's parents. He could feel Trunks' lowered ki still down in the medical area, keeping watch over his best friend, his koibito. Vegeta was still appalled by the speech ChiChi had made, drugging her child and her husband. How could this go unnoticed under his nose for so long? He saw all the warning signs indicating trouble, but did nothing to find the truth until now. He still had many unanswered questions, but vowed to get the whole story from Kakarott as soon as he retrieved him from the Son home later that morning.

Trunks had just returned to the med bay, minutes before Vegeta awakened to stalk the halls of the house. The demi prince's stomach was hurting from the lack of food, which forced him out of the room to seek out something edible, while Goten still slept. With a tray laden down with leftovers from Yamcha's take out order, and a small bowl of broth should Goten awaken, Trunks sat near the bed, eating in a hurry.

His mind dwelled on his father's announcement from earlier. Why wasn't ChiChi allowed to be here with her son? His brow furrowed in thought, still not understanding what was going on.

"Didn't your mother tell you if you made faces like that, your face would freeze in that manner?" Trunks choked on the white sticky rice that was crammed in his mouth, his father's knack of scaring him working once again.

"Damn it Dad! Don't you have any thing better to do besides scaring me?" Trunks asked, sitting down the small ceramic bowl that once contained the last of the rice, still choking.

"If you were paying attention, you would have known I was here. I came down to check on Kakarott's brat."

"Well, as you can see, there isn't much going on down here. Still waiting on Goten to wake up, and stay awake…." The last part was followed by a frown, blue eyes averting away from his father's intense glare.

"I meant what I said earlier brat. His mother is not allowed around him."

"Why? Will you stop clouding the truth with your mysterious knowledge of what's going on here?"

"The boy's mother is the one to blame for this. She freely admitted to Kakarott last night that she was the one that drugged the boy." Vegeta growled out, still highly pissed about the situation.

"How…how could she? Goten did nothing wrong did he? He could have died…"

"I know that, brat! That little show she put on earlier when she came to visit was just that; just a fucking act to cover up what she did to the whelp. She wasn't worried about him; she just came to check out her handy work. Fucking bitch!" Vegeta spat angrily, pacing the tiled floor at the foot of the bed.

"No…" Trunks whispered weakly, shock written in his pale features. How could a mother kill her child without a worry? Parents were supposed to love their children no matter what, not murder them.

The dawn slowly spread across Mt. Paozu, sunlight beginning to filter through the blinds in the Son home. ChiChi was already awake, flitting about the house in her usual manner, cleaning odds and ends, and starting the family wash. A smirk formed on her lips as she stood in front of the open door to Goten's room, her husband still lying where she had left him the night prior. The Saiyan sedative she had stolen from the Capsule Corp lab should keep him out for at least another twenty hours. Damn, she had to thank Bulma for making the concoction. Maybe even thank Vegeta for being a stubborn bastard, not wanting to stop training while he was injured; the real reason Bulma had made it to begin with.

"Well, Goku darling. I'm afraid I can't play just yet. I have to pick up your son and bring him home. I promise we'll have lots of fun when I get back." ChiChi smiled, pulling out the key to the air car that was safely tucked away in the pocket of her apron. She wanted to hurry, grab her son and come back. Goten would be out of it for days, not remembering a thing, which was a bonus in her direction. She had plans for her sweet husband later that morning; plans that involved the euphoric bliss that she hadn't received in a while, especially since Goku took to running away before the measly human drugs could down his system into submission.

The light of a brand new day was also dawning on Capsule Corp. Bulma was one of the first ones to rise this morning, starting the morning coffee before going down to the med bay to check on Goten and her son. She had to suppress a small `Awww' and giggle, seeing her son curled up next to Goten, arm thrown haphazardly across the young Son protectively, his nose nuzzled deeply into the messy black hair. She really wished she had a camera at the moment. The picture would be too cute, and could also be used as blackmail if Trunks decided to skip out of working in the labs on the weekend.

"Onna, are you going to stand there all day gawking at our son?"

"Damn it Vegeta! I thought you were still sleeping." Bulma hissed out, hand still clutching at the front of her shirt. She really hated when the sly prince would sneak up on her and scare her shitless.

"Well obviously I'm not. But I do have better things to do then sit here the rest of the day. Did you have a room made up for Kakarott as I asked?"

"You don't have to be so rude! Yes, I have a room ready for him. Yamcha and I set up both rooms last night before we went to bed. So are you going to tell me what's got your interests piqued? You've never worried about Goku before." The blue haired genius questioned, crossing her arms and leaning back against the counter behind her.

"That's before I learned something about Kakarott and his brat. Those drugs in Goten's system; the bitch put them there." Vegeta snapped out, his hand pointing in the direction where Goten and Trunks both slept soundly.

"What? ChiChi did this?" Bulma's eyes widened with the news, anger rising steadily as the words continued to sink in.

"Yes. She did her little song and dance here last night, oh so worried about her `baby' when she fucking did that to him. I have the feeling she's doing the same to Kakarott as well."

"But how Vegeta? Goku is one of the strongest people in the entire universe. How could she do such a thing to him? It just doesn't seem like it's possible."

"Anything is possible, onna. That wench probably has Kakarott brainwashed along with all the damn drugs in his system. You know when he stayed here? I made all those sandwiches up just for him. He hardly touched any of them. When was the last time you've seen a Saiyan refusing food, especially Kakarott?"

"She was poisoning his food…damn, no wonder she could get away with it. That's why his gi looked way too big on him, he was starving."

"And probably for a long time as well. He's totally afraid of her. Kakarott asked me yesterday that if anything should happen to him, that we keep his youngest here, away from his mother."

"I would never push Goten out of here. He's like my second son. Plus I think it's pretty cute, the two of them." Bulma motioned with her head towards the bed with the two sleeping demis.

"You think everything is `cute'." Vegeta spat, noticing that their loud conversation had awakened Trunks. The demi prince yawned, stretching his arms and legs in different directions before taking notice of his parents in the room. Scarlet blazed across his cheeks seeing the position he was just in with Goten. Bulma smiled while Vegeta scowled, not caring one bit about what his son was just doing.

"Well, I think I'm going to go get me some coffee. Trunks, why don't you try to wake Goten again." Bulma clapped her hands together, earning her a weird look from her ex lover as she exited the room. Vegeta thought about it for a moment, deciding to follow the woman, and hopefully get her to fix him some breakfast before he made his flight over to the Son home.

Trunks sighed, brushing his hand across Goten's face, debating on the easiest way to wake him.

"Goten koi, I need you to wake up. Come on, I know you can." Trunks whispered into the other demi's ear, giving him a few nudges. The youngest Son groaned, turning his head away.

"I know you can hear me, Goten. Wake up! I bet Mom will make you some breakfast." Goten moaned again, followed by some garbled speech.

"What was that, koi?"

"My head hurts, and I have to pee really bad!" Goten mumbled out clearer, making Trunks smile.

"Here, I'll help you."

After helping Goten to the restroom, Trunks proceeded to help him walk toward the main part of the house. Goten was still pretty much under the influence of the drugs, his body still feeling weak, knees threatening to buckle with each step he took. Trunks heart ached badly with each step. He never thought in his wildest dreams anything like this would happen to his koi.

"Trunks…"

"I know Goten, I know." The demi prince scooped him up in his arms, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

"What the hell? You get away from my son!" ChiChi's shrill voice echoed in the hall. Trunks had stopped; glaring daggers at the woman that dared to hurt his koi. Goten's head lolled slightly before leaning against the strong shoulder of his boyfriend.

"How did you get in here?" Trunks seethed out, cerulean eyes igniting with raging fire. Goten whimpered, the world around him still hazy.

"I came to get my son, but find you pawing all over him while he's sick! You gay freak!"

"I suggest you get out of here before I do something that I won't regret doing."

"How dare you!"

"How dare YOU! You did this to him! Aren't you ashamed of yourself? I should fucking kill you right here and now!"

"You wouldn't! Goku will kill you if you touched one hair on my head."

"I highly doubt he'd worry about you." Trunks growled out, pushing past the woman with out looking back. ChiChi growled to herself, fists clenched tightly at her sides. She wasn't going to get her son back today, but she still had Goku to tend to. She would return later to get her son away from the Briefs. She would not allow Goten to be sucked into their perverse ways.

Just the sight of the woman had made Trunks tremble in anger. He continued on, bypassing the kitchen and his family to take Goten up to his room where he would be safe, safe and sound away from that psycho woman. He pushed open the door with his foot, putting Goten into his soft bed. The dark haired demi mumbled under his breath, his eyes closed again.

"I promise she won't hurt you ever again."

It was an hour later, after ChiChi had left fuming from Capsule Corp. She now stood in the doorway of Goten's room at the Son home with a wicked gleam in her eye. Goku still lay helpless as a baby on the bed. She looked him over, noticing the sweat that clung to his muscles; his eyes seemed to be clenched shut, while his breathing was coming out in short pants. She started with her shoes, kicking them off in the small hallway, followed by her light jacket. Slowly, she peeled away the layers of clothes as she entered the bedroom, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties. She smiled down sweetly at her husband, her small hand snaking out to caress Goku's naked groin, waiting for him to respond to her. His flaccid flesh reacted well to her touch, as she continued to stroke him.

"That's it Goku…" She breathed out, her face starting to flush with anticipation of what was going to happen next.

"Pl…please…..don't…" ChiChi gasped loudly, finding Goku's eyes slightly open. He was fighting to move any part of his body, his mind screaming, but in the end the drug was winning the battle he had no control over.

"You don't leave me any choice Goku." She said in a sickly sweet voice, her hand continuing to stroke him.

"You heard him you bitch! Get away from him!" ChiChi whipped her head around, lips curling up in rage with the intrusion.

"You!"