Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost ❯ Link? ( Chapter 19 )

Chapter 19…………..

Goten fell back onto the foreign bed and rested his head on his folded arms. Even though he had slept over at Capsule Corp numerous times, it still never felt like home. He stared thoughtfully at the ceiling fan, following each blade as it swiftly spun around the light fixture.

He didn't understand…..why? Why did he feel this way? Nothing was wrong with him, no flesh wounds or even bruises. Ever since he was little, bruises and sometimes scrapes would appear, out of no where, on his body. Even if he hadn't trained that day, or even that whole week, his body would sometimes still be in pain. His mother had even taken him to the doctor on several occasions, afraid he had some sort of disease or cancer. She even went as far as forbidding him to train, but decided otherwise when the bruises still appeared. He understood why it happened before…..before Xenia died, but it should have stopped, or at least that's what Vegeta had told him.

FLASHBACK

Goten watched as Vegeta and Trunks spared, their movements barely visible to the five year-old. He still hated the fact that Trunks could go Super Saiyan, when he could not. Even his sister could, and she was a GIRL. Vegeta showed no interest with ever sparing with Goten, and he didn't know if it was because he couldn't go Super Saiyan yet, or because his father was Goku. Along with his mother teaching Bulma and Xenia how to cook, and Gohan studying, the young saiyan consented to sit and watched as the two saiyans exchanged blows.

"TRUNKS BRIEFS!!!!"

The three saiyans cringed at the sound of the high pitched scream. Vegeta stopped his punch short, and glared at Trunks, "What did you do this time boy?" Vegeta did not like the fact that his training session with his son had been interrupted.

"TRUNKS BRIEFS GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!!!"

"all right ONNA, HE'S COMING!" Yelled back Vegeta, not eager to have another piercing scream shatter his eardrums. Trunks looked into his father's eyes, pleading with him to protect him from his mother's wrath. Vegeta shook his head, "You dug your own grave….besides that, what did you do?"

Trunks pouted and looked around the room innocently, "Nothing really…just played a small practical joke on them…."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at his son, "What?"

"I just switched the labels for the flour, backing powder, and powdered sugar containers…."

"TRUNKS!!!" Came another shrill scream from outside the room.

"Get going boy."

Trunks bowed his head in defeat and slowly sauntered out of the room. Vegeta crossed his arms in frustration and looked back near the door to see Goten sitting on the floor, drawing invisible pictures with his index finger.

"Kakarrotto's Brat."

Goten looked up at Vegeta, taken back by the gruff voice of the saiyan prince.

"What, Vegeta?" He asked innocently.

"Spar with me till my son returns."

"All right," said Goten, excited that he finally was able to spar with someone. Goten flew up to Vegeta's level, but then frowned, "But umm…I can't go Super Saiyan…"

"What? You can't? Well, I guess you wouldn't be able to, after all you are the son of a third class saiyan…"

"Xenia can go Super Saiyan," protested Goten as he tried to vouch for his father's credibility, "but I can't…I don't know why…" Goten began to pout feeling left out.

"The girl beat you to it. A fine saiyan warrior you are," Vegeta laughed. Goten looked down at the floor dejectedly, "But why?"

"I am not here to answer your trivial questions, now either spar with me or leave," retorted Vegeta as he returned to his old impassive disposition.

"All right, but could you not be Super Saiyan?" Goten pleaded, not wanting to face the saiyan prince while he was in his most powerful stage.

"Alright boy, if it will get you to stop rambling."

Vegeta powered down, letting his hair and eyes return to their obsidian color. He didn't waste any more time and charged at the young boy. Goten's eyes widened as he dodged Vegeta's attack by mere inches. Suddenly, pain shot up his arm and he cried out.

"What is the matter with you?" Asked Vegeta, "I haven't even hit you yet."

Goten held onto his left arm tightly, hoping to stop the infernal pain.

"My arm…it hurts…" hissed Goten.

The two saiyans, abruptly turned their attention to the hallway outside the door to hear Chichi yelling.

"Oh no! Xenia let me see….I told you to be more careful, now you've gone and burned yourself."

"I didn't mean to…"

Vegeta looked back at the boy with understanding. "It's your bond with her…" Vegeta said softly, as he contemplated the new found information in his mind.

Goten scrunched up his nose in confusion, "Bond? What's a bond?"

"Well, you should at least know something about the saiyan race. Saiyan twins are not a common sight on Vegetasei, especially a male and female. In fact it was impossible, I don't believe I have ever heard of one, but since you also posses Chikayuuian blood as well as saiyan, I can see why it happened."

"You didn't answer my question," whined Goten, "What's a bond?"

Vegeta signed in irritation, "There are two types of bonds one between mates and one between siblings, only if they are twins. Twins can usually sense each other's emotions and thoughts."

"But I can't read Xenia's mind…."

"Since you are not a full-blooded saiyan, I should not expect you to. Maybe if you both tried hard enough you could, but I don't believe you'll be a able to achieve the telekinetic link with each other."

"Telekinetic link? I thought we were talking about reading minds….."

"It is the same thing!" yelled Vegeta as he began to become frustrated with the boy, "Now I am through trying to explain this with you." Vegeta retained a defense position signaling Goten to attack.

//A bond….// Goten pushed the thought away, and faced off Vegeta, not eager to allow the prince to catch him off guard and beat him up to a bloody-pulp.
END OF FLASHBACK

"But why do I still get bruises and pain even though Xenia is dead. Vegeta said it would stop…"

Goten sat up and stared outside at the crescent moon, following the streaks of moonlight as they traveled around the room. //How come I didn't feel torn apart when Xenia died? Vegeta had told me that I should have felt something being torn away from me, but I didn't…..//

FLASHBACK

Goten stared blankly at the fresh soil, not letting the truth sink in just yet. The rain beat down on his small body as he stood hovering over the sepulcher. He could feel tears rolling down his cheeks, yet he didn't feel sad. He felt hollow, no feeling what so ever……there was nothing. He fell to his knees, bracing himself with his arms.

"Why?" he whispered softly.

"WHY?!" He pounded his fist onto the ground, all his anger and sadness suddenly resurfacing.

"You were just fine……it's not fair…..IT'S NOT FAIR!!!"

A dark aloof figure watched the boy cry out all his anguish and heart-ache. He flew down behind him and stayed silent, respecting the boy's privacy. Goten could feel someone watching him and turned around. There stood the one person Goten would least suspect, he was just standing there. He wasn't scolding him for crying or about him being weak. He just stood there……

"Vegeta?" Goten looked up into those proud saiyan eyes, and he could see sadness. Goten couldn't believe it, usually Vegeta was cold and impassive, but now it seemed….it seemed as if he didn't care….

"You feel as if you've been torn in two, don't you Goten…."

Goten looked down wondering why there was such a sudden change in Vegeta's behavior. He had even called him by his name, not Kakarrotto's brat or boy, but Goten……

"You feel as if there is something missing and you don't know what….."

Goten looked back behind him and gazed at the tombstone that stood defiantly infront sepulcher. He read the engraved name again for the millionth time, still not wanting to believe it…..~Son Xenia TJ~

END OF FLASHBACK

Yet he had felt nothing of what Vegeta had said. He never felt like he had been torn in two or sense something was missing from himself, and he hated himself for it. Why didn't he feel those things….shouldn't he….he rolled over onto his stomach and buried his head into one of the soft feather pillows. For the first time in 11 years, he let the tears fall again, and he couldn't stop them. He had never wanted to cry after that one time, thinking he didn't deserve to mourn her…..and he felt it again….a hollow feeling akin to pain, but not exactly like it. He hugged his body tightly, feeling it bore itself into his soul. Suddenly he heard someone. Their voice was so soft and full of pain…..//Make it stop…..make it stop….// The voice faded and disappeared making him feel even more vacuous than before….but the phrase would play over and over again in his mind….it was just so familiar…..so familiar……

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Poor Goten…..Do you recognize the voice in the end? If ya don't then look back at chapter 18.