Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love cannot be chosen or be broken ❯ Fear of vegeta ( Chapter 2 )

Hey you guys, im giving an early update coz I'm bored, I'm happy with the response of reviewers, because I wanted to try an original idea, that nobody has tried doing, and I'm sick of how chichi is portrayed, I have watched dbz's English dub and I liked chichi then and it has come to my knowledge that she has been portrayed all wrong, and deep down I always was always a fan of chichi and knowing the idiots of the usa have messed up has made me angry because now everyone thinks chichi is a bitch who stops Goku's fun when its not true at all, and in fact Bulma is worse then her because she moans about everything and the only thing she has done is create the Dragonball radar other then that nothing, I'm not a Bulma hater, in fact I'm quite fond of her but I just hate how she is viewed as better then chichi so I'm bashing her for all the chichi bashing fics out there, I may not get many reviews but I don't care I'm doing it purely for those who cannot see that Bulma has faults, lol giving a speech there any who here's my fic, I apologise for any errors in the previous fic hopefully this is better.

 

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Jadasb19: I'm glad you like the story and I do intend to continue, the reason why it was short because my first chapter on a new fic is always short its meant to be a teaser, so expect longer chapters I hope to hear frm ya soon,

 

Kinoha: Hey girl hw u doing, I find myself replying to you all the time lol, yeah I thought of the idea while watching an dbz esp of Vegeto pummelling majin buu, and then I thought what of he didn't split up then what options will have etc, thus coming up with this, about the personality thing that annoys me too, he is one person damn it no sides, and the bashing thing I tottaly agree, if you read my thingy up there you'll understand what I'm talking about, they should include Vegeto in the categories, I mean they have baba for Christ's sake and who is gonna write about her? um nobody really writes about picollo except his hardcore fans so he won't get bashed, and vegeta bashes himself so no need lol thanks for review and I know I'll hear from ya soon lol.

 

Silverhair: I know it makes me angry, that people think Bulma is better and they hardly bash her, (see my big explanation for ref to what I'm talking about). Bulma deserves the bashing more, so yeah lol glad you like it so heres an early update u lucky devil.

 

Nighty night @.@: I'm not angry at the amount of reviews I got (see ref up there to get what I'm talking about) I have other reasons then to gain reviews for writing this fic, but I still welcome them lol and thank you for concern, don't worry I'm still pulling this fic patience is a virtue and hopefully I'll get loads, its only those inexperienced young writers who cry if they don't get 50 reviews for 1 chapter, thanks for the review and hope to hear from you : )

 

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Khandy: I agree mm.org needs some new material hopefully I can make a difference, it may be mild since that website is B/V obsessed but at least people such as your self who get a lil bored of it can read this, I hope you continue your other fic I love it, any who thanks for the review so here's and update I hope to hear from you soon.

 

Dark reality: your review has touched me, I was going for the everything you said, the harsh personality with a touch of Goku is how I have always pictured Vegeto, he only has 3 episodes so you cannot really see his personality because he is trying to psyche majin buu out, thanks for the review and I hope to hear from you.

 

Thank you, people who bothered to review, I'll appreciate ppl who click this fic would review, to tell me how I'm doing.

 

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Fear of Vegeta

 

Vegeto was speeding through the warm earthly air, the sun shone on his back warming and comforting his troubled soul, he was muttering curses against the blue hair genius he thought he loved, he had contemplated the possibility of loving both women at the same time but the moment he touched down on the lookout, Bulma bitched him out instead of trying to understand the situation then all the memories of his previous life as Vegeta flooded his mind like polluted rain water, the arguments, then he would leave for days at a time to get away from her, the men she would smell of when she had come back from her `business meeting', he shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of the bad memories but they attacked his mind.

 

Trunks was the only thing that kept his former self in that house at first he hated the unborn child he was a mistake, all his life he had been making mistakes, in battles, with acquaintances, with the woman and now there was a living mistake that could not be covered up with endless training, so he did the most smart thing he could think of, he left the planet.

 

He convinced himself that he had to leave because of the two burdens on earth, but the 12 months travelling space, he thought of how much he hated the child, it plagued his mind so much, physical training could not be completed because he would spend hours on end thinking of what the baby was doing, if he had started training, if he had gotten a new male role model he could not allow something like this to distract him, it was weakness and it was something he had shown too much of, he decided to journey back to earth to dispose of the baby.

 

He arrived near an unknown city far away so his landing could not cause a disturbance and alert any of earths special forces, and flew silently to capsule corporation, as he approached the mansion, noticed an open window and easily slipped in, he then closed in eyes and spread his senses out so he could feel the child's aura, he noticed two ki's rapidly fluctuating, and snarled he sniffed the air, and the scent of sex was among the other smells, he approached the door and heard a familiar moan it was Bulma.

 

“O Yamcha, faster. Harder!”

 

And the stupid human fool, other then that there was no more ki's in the room, he walked past it and resisted the urge to go in and pound Yamcha senseless, he finally stopped at a baby blue door decorated with pictures of balls and trains and childish assortments, the name `Trunks' written on the door in a building block style, he flinched at the name it should have been named after him to continue the royal bloodline but it would not matter because the child would be meeting death tonight.

 

He slipped in closing the door, the glow in the dark stars shimmering on the ceiling, giving the playroom a holy glow, he felt out of place in the room it screamed sanctity and purity and it had been invaded by a man who has killed millions and enjoyed it, he looked to his feet, he could almost see the blood red that littered the floor when he killed, the looks of terror when he annihilated and the never ending begs for their life, but the noise that covered their screams was chilling it was his own, his own rough husky voice that enveloped the screams with chilling laughter, laughter full of mockery, mockery of the worthless race, the race that he had been ordered to kill by Freeza, Freeza his own nightmare, the nightmare that would never end.

 

His thoughts were interrupted by muffled sobs, he heard a slight rustle of sheets followed by more sobs, then eventually a scream ripped from the crib in the corner, he was frozen could he approach the crying child in the crib and easily kill it, he silently scoffed he had killed before and never spared, this was nothing.

 

He made slow cautious steps towards the crib and reached the crib, yet he could not look down, was it that he hated the child so much he could not face it, or was it fear? Fear of looking into a mirror, fear of tainting the soul of an innocent, he had killed too much and now his own son was about to pay, his heir to the thrown was about to pay for his crimes, his self loathing, he was nothing more then a fool himself, a power hungry fool, a jealous fool, he had played Kami long enough.

 

Another yell erupted causing him to look at the direct source, ice blue clashed with black then he realised he was not looking at a murderer.

 

He was looking at his son

 

The child was pouting, and waving his fist in an angry manner, he could not believe it, it was a mirror, the child was a spitting image of himself, the only thing that he hadn't taken off him was his hair colour and his eyes, Vegeta said a prayer to Kami for blessing the child with his mother's eyes because he knew from that moment on, if the child had taken the lifeless black, instead of the lively blue he would not have hesitated to kill it.

 

He remembered from then on he had stayed in the house, Bulma still bitched him and he still kept his training up but he knew from that moment on that night when he held Trunks close to his body and cuddled him to sleep, that he loved that boy and nothing would ever change that fact.

 

He was Vegeto now and those days will forever be a memory, he was no more a killer, he was the saviour now, and it was time to create new memories filled with love the pain will be no more.

 

Vegeto saw the capsule home and made a descent. He could feel all the ki's of his family in the house he made his way to the door he was about to just walk in but he remembered he was not Goku and this was not his house, he knocked gingerly, in fear of breaking the door with his strength.

 

He heard a chair being pulled out and slow footsteps, the door opened and Gohan greeted him.

 

“O hey Vegeto what are you doing here?” he asked his eyebrows dipping in confusion as he invited his half father in.

 

“I need to talk to your mother Gohan” Vegeto simply stated, he was about to walk upstairs when Gohan stood firmly in his way.

 

“You can't just go in there, she isn't feeling well she doesn't want to be disturbed” Gohan firmly stated with a frown in place.

 

Vegeto could see the untrusting gaze, and how his ki level had just jumped to a warning level.

 

“Let me see her”

 

“Like I said she isn't feeling well so just leave, ill tell her you called by” Vegeto didn't miss the cold tone Gohan had finished off with.

 

“Hey daddy!” Goten yelled as he ran down the hallway and grabbed onto his leg,

Gohan looked at his brother, his ignorance of the situation showed in his eyes as he looked at Vegeto with adoration, he felt like ripping Goten away from him and telling him, that Vegeto could and never would be their father.

 

Vegeto picked Goten up by the waist and smiled “Hey there Goten, what's up”

 

“Nothing much, just watching cartoons, want to watch?” he chirped

 

Vegeto smiled before placing him back in the ground, where Goten latched on to his leg again, “Sure I will but first I need to have a word with your brother and mother, then we'll watch all we want”

 

Goten gave a yell of joy and skipped back into the sitting room, Vegeto had a look of happiness Goten seemed to take to him being his father, despite his appearance, if Goten could take to it then, Gohan could get used to the idea as well.

 

He then turned his gaze back on Gohan, who still stood in the way.

 

“If I were Goku you would let me through wouldn't you?” he asked

 

“But your not” Gohan retorted.

 

Vegeto was quickly loosing patience with Gohan, he may have been his son but he was treating him like a stranger.

 

“I may not be your father anymore, but I can be there for you”

 

“Look Vegeto if you were thinking walks to the park or a trip to a baseball game your sadly mistaken, you may be part of my father but you still have Vegeta in you and that I cannot accept” Gohan spoke, in the icy tone and folded his arms for effect.

 

Vegeto growled lowly, “If your father could accept the fusion with Vegeta then you should accept it, and your mother has accepted the fusion as well so you should to” he snarled.

 

Gohan let out a cynical laugh before talking “You think she has accepted it? right now she is crying that's your Fucking acception”

 

Vegeto grabbed the front of Gohan's Gi and held him in the air “You may not like me right now, but you know that you should never talk to me like that or I will beat some respect into you” he growled.

 

“Yeah beating was always Vegeta's style, its only natural you take after him”

 

Vegeto rose his fist to Gohan's face, “Go on hit me,” Gohan Yelled “ you have no problem killing or hurting so I'm no acception”

 

Vegeto dropped Gohan to the floor and looked to the ground, Gohan got up staring at Vegeto in case he tried to get by him.

 

“You know fully well Vegeta changed,” he muttered

 

“Changed? Yeah he changed alright into that majin freak, with a son and wife he still kills, he still keeps innocent blood on his hands”

 

“And what of your father?” Vegeto snapped, “He is still in this body and because he has joined with Vegeta to create me does that mean he is guilty of the same murders?”

 

Gohan was speechless.

 

“Thought so” he said, he shoved Gohan to the ground roughly as if he had just flicked a fly out of his face.

 

“And by the way Vegeta always wore gloves” he said as he continued his trek upstairs.

 

“You can never be my father!” Gohan screamed as silent tears streamed down his face.

 

Vegeto stopped and replied with out turning, “I'm not trying to replace him, I'm just trying to make it easier because I still love you Gohan, and I admit not as much as I used to but we can get to know each other and maybe we can grow that father son bond that was severed when Goku died 7 years ago”

 

Gohan let out a big sniff; Vegeto was about to continue upstairs when a hand stopped him, he turned with a frown.

 

“Gohan I swear if you're trying to stop me…” he started

 

“No, no I'm not I just want you to promise me not to hurt this family, they mean everything to me and I won't hesitate to kill you if you do, mum has been through enough heart ache and I don't want Goten to feel pain he is too young” he warned

 

Vegeto turned around and gave Gohan a little smile, “If I ever cause you, your mother or Goten any pain, by all means take my life because I give you permission to”

 

Gohan nodded, Vegeto held out his hand in a handshake gesture, Gohan looked at the hand then turned around “I may accept you, but I'm not ready for a friendship or anything to do with you right now” Gohan spoke lowly as he proceeded down the stairs.

 

Vegeto nodded “Fair enough, but I know we'll get stronger we just have to work on it” he walked briskly up the rest of the stairs and looked down the familiar hall way, he saw the red door on the far right, Goku and Chichi's room what will now become Vegeto and Chichi's room, there were memories behind that door, memories of a flurry of clothes been thrown in the air as Goku and Chichi desperately tried to make it to the bed, there were even memories in this very hallway, when they never made it to the room, memories of the bonding, he instinctively reached for the bond mark, but it was no more there, he didn't know if chichi still retained Goku's bonding's mark but if she did he would bite over it and make it his own, Vegeta had never bitten Bulma he had no desire to because although he had cared for her it never progressed over that, it was always the sex.

 

He didn't know where this obsession of making chichi his had began, he could easily blame his inner Goku, but his inner Vegeta showed signs of lust for the Raven beauty, her uncanny resemblance to a saiyan female may have caused it, her strength as a fighter who had turned his youngest into a super saiyan added to it and the prospect of having his rival's fiery mate in a bout under the covers seemed to be sexy forbidden fruit that he had never dared to taste, his honour and pride deterred him from sneaking in those 7 years of Goku's absence and taking her for all she was worth but now it was a different story and this was a different man.

 

He knew that he did not care for her as much as he used to, but he also knew that she has a habit of making people care effortlessly, and she would make him love her without so much as a lift of her finger, when he used to be Goku he would dream of coming back to her, loving her for days, remembering the way she would call his name in abandon, knowing her every moan and writhe as he brought her to the third climax of the night, as Vegeto, his style with making love would be different but he had ideas that Goku would have never used on chichi neither would have Vegeta have used it on Bulma but he was going to use it on Chichi and she damn well better prep herself because walking would be out of the question.

 

Vegeto began walking to the far door but became uncomfortable with his arousal obviously showing, he growled out and made a detour to the bathroom, he knew if he approached chichi in this state she may think, he wants to use her sexually and he couldn't mess it up after 15 minutes he made his way to the red door and knocked.

 

“Come in Gohan”

 

He ignored the Gohan and went in.

 

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LOL nasty cliffy I tend to leave them so review for me pls and tell me what you think, and when I kept referring to Vegeta as he on purpose because he is Vegeto now and he doesn't wanna call himself Goku or Vegeta