Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten tears of a Warrior ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

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A set of blue eyes peered around the corner of the half closed door. Bura had been sent off to play by her mother, but found hunting down her older brother to be more fun than her dolls at the moment. It was still pretty early in the morning, so the most logical place to start looking was his bedroom, of course, and that's where she found him, leaning against the headboard, eyes closed, with Goten resting against his chest. Careful fingers glided through the mop of jet-black hair effortlessly, as a faint purr was heard rising from his chest.

"Trunks? Whatcha doing?" The little demi girl asked, climbing up at the foot of the bed.

"Taking care of Goten." Trunks replied, cracking open his eyes to look down at his koi. If it weren't for the fact that Goten was still so weak and ill, he would have started yelling at Bura to leave his room.

"Why?" The mother of all questions that is asked by billions of kids each day had tumbled from her lips. Trunks smiled slightly, wrapping the blankets around Goten more securely, listening to the faint snore that came from his koi.

"He's not feeling very well Bura-chan, so I'm taking care of him until he's better."

"He got sick because of his Mommy. I heard Mama and Daddy talking about it this morning." She stated matter-of-factly to her older brother. This came as no surprise to Trunks. His sister had to be in the center of everything, even if it wasn't any of her business.

"That's right. Hey, why don't you do me a favor, Bura-chan? Can you ask Grandma to make some broth for Goten, and bring it up here?"

"But he's asleep!"

"Shhhh! You don't have to yell Bura. He needs to eat something, so I'm going to wake him up and see if I can help him. Ok?"

"Ok, but after Goten is better can you play with me?"

"Sure Bura-chan. Now go, and don't forget the broth." Trunks shook his head, watching his sister bound off of the bed and out of the room quickly. It didn't take much to please her. As long as she was happy, Dad was happy, and the whole house was happy.

"Just get better soon, koi. I can't live with you like this." Trunks whispered against dark hair, wrapping his arms tightly around Goten.

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Vegeta didn't know about ChiChi's presence at Capsule Corp that morning before leaving for the Son home; if he had known, he would have killed her on the spot. Now he stood on the doorstep, listening for any fighting that might have flared up since the night prior. He checked for ki, the bitchy woman and Goku were both inside, relatively close to one another. The prince's stomach churned at the thought of the fight the night before. He had argued with his inner voice, the one telling him to get Goku out of there before something bad happened. But his pride, that stubborn pride, didn't make it easy for him to just get it over with.

"Fuck it." Vegeta muttered under his breath, opening the door to the house. The house was clean, a few bags sat near the doorway, the smell of something cooking in the oven wafted through the air. He followed his senses up the stairs. Shoes and clothing cluttered the hall, just outside one of the doorways. The prince frowned; they were the nagging harpy's garments.

"That's it Goku…" The prince's keen hearing caught the woman speaking softly as he neared the door. His inner voice began screaming at him that something was wrong, terribly wrong.

"Pl…please…don't…" Goku's hushed voice was next, the tone setting off warning sirens in the prince's mind. It wasn't the voice of a coherent man; it was a desperate plea that was ignored time and again.

"You don't leave me any choice, Goku." The sight sickened him. As a warrior, he thought he was prepared for anything, but he could have never been prepared for this. The look in Goku's eyes could be summed up with one word. Fear. A look the prince would have sworn that he'd never see on the younger Saiyan. ChiChi sat on the side of the bed, casually stroking Goku's member, sitting in nothing but her undergarments. There was no look of pleasure on the younger Saiyan's face, just pure, unadulterated fear.

`How dare she touch him like that? She's going to rape him.'

"You heard him, you bitch! Get away from him!" Vegeta snarled, entering the room to confront the woman that had been torturing the younger Saiyan.

"You!" She hissed, as she quickly turned to face him. "Get the hell out of my house! You were not invited in, you royal piece of trash!" ChiChi snapped, her lips curling up in anger for being disturbed before she had her fun with the disjointed Saiyan on the bed before her.

"I said get away from him!" The rage was building quickly. No one should be subjected to this kind of abuse, not even his or her worst enemies. Rape was for the weak!

"You are not welcome here. This is my home, and this is my husband. What we do is none of anybody's business! Why don't you go back to Capsule Corp and be with that slut of an ex-wife and her lover! At least you had the common sense to stay with your family, unlike Goku here. He'd rather be dead then deal with his family. I'm just making it easier for him to stay home where he belongs!" ChiChi shouted, getting off of the bed.

"How dare you! I'm making this my business. I will not tolerate my subjects to be abused and raped!"

"Your subjects? You call six people with Saiyan blood your subjects? Well I have news for you, all high and mighty Prince Vegeta! You don't have any subjects to rule over! I rule over half of those claimed subjects of yours!" ChiChi laughed, finding the prince highly amusing.

"Don't test me onna. You will regret every word and every action you've ever made to Kakarot and your brats."

"This is my family not yours! I will do as I please! Just get the hell out of my house! You are not wanted here! It will be you that will regret even coming here today."

"He…help…mmm…me…" The stuttered plea stunned ChiChi, making her turn back towards the bed. Vegeta stopped his advance on the woman; his stomach knotting as he watched a tear escape from one of the dark eyes that tried to remain open and focused on the prince. Kakarot was begging for help, begging to be freed of the torture and abuse. How many years had this gone on? All of his cries for help going unnoticed, and unanswered?

`Kakarot?' Vegeta's heart twisted, he felt the pain and agony from the Saiyan on the bed. Dear gods, the pain and raw emotions rolled off of him in giant waves.

"Shut up! What have I told you about talking?" A hand rose swiftly in the air, striking Goku across the face. The sound of the slap knocked Vegeta back into reality.

"Damn Bitch!" Vegeta grabbed her arm, forcing her back against the wall heavily. He growled, the anger flashing in his ebon eyes like lightning.

"Get the fuck away from me!" She screamed, legs kicking out to free herself from the grip of the prince. She screamed louder, baring her teeth at Vegeta before trying to bite the hand that held her.

"You will not touch him ever again." Vegeta snarled, squeezing the wrist that was in his grasp, until the loud sounds of bone cracking was heard. ChiChi screamed as Vegeta broke her wrist, shoving her back against the wall one last time before turning towards the bed.

"Kakarot?" The prince called out lightly, pulling off his gloves as he sat on the edge of the bed. The woman sank to the floor, nursing her broken wrist, growling and sending hateful glances at Vegeta. She would get her revenge.

"Gods! You're burning up Kakarot." Vegeta pulled his hand away from feverish skin, noticing that Goku wasn't looking very well at all. He picked up the crumpled comforter off the floor, wrapping it soundly around the larger Saiyan.

"She won't hurt you again. Ever." He made sure his pledge to the younger warrior was loud enough for ChiChi to hear, before picking Goku up off the bed and leaving as quickly as he could.

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"Trunks, you need to get some sleep. You look worn out." Yamcha suggested, watching the young demi Saiyan enter the kitchen with a half-full bowl of cold broth.

"I'll sleep when Goten is better." Trunks replied, rubbing at his tired eyes. The few hours of sleep early that morning did nothing to relieve the anger and worry that still plagued him. He had only managed to get Goten to drink some of the broth before the younger demi fell back to sleep, the drugs still taking their toll on the youth.

"He'll be back to his old self soon, so don't worry so much Trunks. It's not good for your health. I'm sure your mother doesn't want to worry about you as well."

"Yeah, you're right…what the hell!" Trunks shouted over the loud sound of shattering glass, and twisting steel that came from the entrance of the house. Trunks quickly made his way back through the kitchen with Yamcha at his heels.

"Dad?"

"Oh Dende, Goku!" Yamcha advanced towards the prince that held the younger warrior protectively against his broad chest. The impatient prince had decided to kick the main door in, not willing to wait for someone to open it for him.

"That's enough! Find the onna and tell her to meet me down in the med bay right now!" Yamcha was quick to leave, obeying the prince's orders immediately. Trunks was more reluctant to leave, following his father to the medical area.

"Dad? What happened?"

"I thought you'd figured that out by now brat. Isn't it obvious?" Vegeta snipped out, laying Goku down on the same gurney that his son, Goten, had occupied the day before.

"She drugged him? How could she?"

"She is a demon that belongs in the deepest parts of hell and beyond. I caught her trying to…" Vegeta couldn't bring himself to say the disgusting words. He should have never left the house with out killing the evil wench, but his concern for Kakarot's health overrode the lust for revenge.

"To do what, Dad?" Trunks pushed on in his questioning, watching his father's emotions change across his otherwise expressionless face.

"To rape him."

"Do you think she's done this before? Oh gods! She could have raped Goten! What about Gohan?"

"Stop it!" Vegeta shouted. The insistent prattle of his heir was pushing him towards the breaking point. Trunks clamped his mouth shut, pulling out the various items he knew his mother would need, and laying them on the metal stand near the gurney.

"Goku-san, you're safe. We'll get you fixed up." Trunks whispered near Goku's ear as he straightened the comforter that was wrapped around him. He shut his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. This was all unreal. Why didn't anyone see this before?

"I'm here! Oh Kami-sama!" Bulma burst through the door with Yamcha right behind her. Trunks and Vegeta stood back, watching Bulma as she did some of the basic tests.

"He's burning up! Trunks, ice packs now!" The blue haired genius ordered, sending her son out of the room. She already knew what the tests were going to reveal, but she was curious as to what and how much ChiChi was using to drug her husband with. She readied the needle, gathering a few small test tubes to hold the blood.

Goku could hardly keep himself awake, floating in and out of consciousness since ChiChi had started to molest him. His vision was blurred, his senses rendered almost useless. He remembered Vegeta faintly, a loud fight of some sort before the sound of a thudding heartbeat in his ear. He felt safe in those arms while that heartbeat drummed on.

"Goku? I'm going to take some blood. I have to know what she used so I can treat you." It was Bulma's voice, but the vision he saw in front of him was that of ChiChi, syringe waving menacingly in front of his eyes. He couldn't allow her to drug him again. Whatever she used the last time was wreaking havoc inside his body, making his blood feel like molten lava as it wound through his veins. Death was better than the living world. He prayed for death to claim him quickly.

"No…"

"Yamcha, keep him calm. I need to get this for tests." She picked up an alcohol swab; rubbing it briskly against his overheated skin, ready to puncture the thin layer of protection to the vein.

"No…ddd don't…" Goku's hazy mind went into overdrive, his body arching off the gurney as he started to hyperventilate. How could Vegeta allow ChiChi to stick him with another needle? Didn't he say that he was safe from her? The only thing he could do now was will himself to pass out. He wouldn't feel the pain or the drugs if he went towards the blackness.

"Vegeta! Help me!" Bulma shouted, watching Goku's dark eyes roll to the back of his head.

`Fight it Kakarot, I know you're stronger than that. You just have to hold on.'

"Onna! Do what you need to do, and hurry the fuck up! Kakarot, I'm here." Vegeta snapped, holding the larger Saiyan down while she quickly drew the blood for the tests.

"Done!" She moved away quickly, rushing toward the labs to start the tests, leaving Vegeta and Yamcha behind to calm her long time friend.

"This has to be the worse panic attack I've seen him have before." The scarred warrior admitted, as Trunks came in with an armful of ice packs his mother requested of him.

"Hn, blame it on that fucking bitch. I catch her anywhere near Kakarot or his brats, I will not hesitate to kill her on the spot." Vegeta growled out, taking the ice packs from his son.

"What? You didn't kill her? Damn it, I should have blasted her ass this morning!" Trunks slammed his fist down on the counter, cracking the surface.

"This morning?" Both Yamcha and the prince asked, eyeing the lavender haired heir as he began to pace, raking his hands through his disheveled hair.

"She was here this morning trying to get Goten, but I told her off. I threatened to kill her. She is never going to see Chibi again!" Vegeta nodded curtly, pulling the comforter away from Goku's heated flesh. The symptoms were different than Goten's. He was just astounded that Goku was still coherent enough to even have a panic attack.

"Damn it, give me more of that ice! Kakarot, listen to me. You are in no danger; you need to calm down. You are a free Saiyan now." Vegeta said, smothering back Goku's thick ebon locks away from his sweaty brow as he placed an ice pack under the younger Saiyan's neck.

"I'm all out."

"Then get some more!" Both Yamcha and Trunks cringed back at the loud command, both leaving to find more ice before Vegeta erupted with anger. When Vegeta was satisfied that he was alone with Kakarot, he went back to stroking the younger Saiyan's head, pulling the large spikes of hair away from the dark eyes that were closed tightly. The prince found it amazing that Goku was still somewhat awake, his breathing still rough and staggered.

"That's it Kakarot, calm down. It's over. As your prince, I will not allow anyone to harm you ever again."

"Ge…" Vegeta smiled slight at the small part of his `nickname' that Goku was so fond of using. Goku's eyes were mere slits, tears escaping from the corners. His secret was out. The deepest, darkest secret that he had planned to keep from everyone, especially Vegeta, was out in the open. How could his prince stand to be around such a weak man as himself? He could face his mightiest foe, but could not stand up to his wife. Shame, guilt and embarrassment washed over him in waves. His life would never be the same again.

"You're safe." And with those words, spoken by his ouji-sama, Goku let the darkness claim him. The fight to remain in the light left him with those two simple words.