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My Sweet Prince

~Part two~

The Pain That Eats Away

 

The reality had hit again...hard. Vegeta looked at the ceiling, lying across the bed. He was wishing, no, praying that it wasn't true. 'I shouldn't have killed her...' he thought to himself but he did as she wished. He respected her. Goku even respected it. Trunks still didn't understand, no matter what he still couldn't look his father straight in the eye and say,"I understand..." Nobody understood how hard it was for Vegeta! He had lost Bulma...and a child... Only Vegeta knew about the un-born, already doomed child in Bulma's dead womb. He was the only one anyway. He had appointments with the doctors that had run tests on Bulma. Vegeta knew that they knew as well.

"Dad...it's kinda late, shouldn't you get going...?" Trunks said from the doorway, Vegeta looked up. His son had already left. 'I'm like a disease that deserves to die...' he thought as he stood up, walking from the in-toxicating house,'A killing disease...and they all know it...' They did too, Trunks, Goku, Chi-Chi...every single one of them knew he deserved to die a cold, cruel death for the way he killed her. It wasn't the total fact that he had killed her...it was the way... Vegeta shuddered slightly before he walked through the door of the doctor's office. He sighed deeply and walked in, bravely and proud.

The doctor looked up from his work and smiled,"Welcome Mr. Vegeta, make yourself comfortable," he said in a brisk voice as if he wanted to rush through this. 'To get away from the disease...' Vegeta thought as he sat down. The doctor smiled fakely and pulled out some test exams and x-rays. "This is the body's x-rays, as you can see-" The doctor said, until he was interrupted by Vegeta,"The body? I prefer if you said Bulma...doctor..." The prince leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Of...of course Mr. Vegeta, now as I was saying; these are Bulma's x-rays. As you can see there was incredible inflamation around the skull," The said, pointing out the bulge in the cranium. "What does that mean though...doctor...?" Vegeta said, his teeth gritted, he didn't want to be here at all. "We ran some tests, it seems she had cancer. Brain cancer, Mr. Vegeta. Also...there was another rather large inflamation in the stomach area..." the doctor pointed out the bulge. "So that means the baby was affected as well?" Vegeta asked, scanning the blinding white trace of the x-ray. "Yes, Mr. Vegeta...the baby...the un-born fetus that is, was affected. The tumor in her stomach had pushed against the womb, the baby was suffocating...as was your wife." The doctor looked over at Vegeta, who had a stern look on his face,"We estimate she would've died up to two days later, sir." Vegeta sighed and rested his once again pounding head in his hands. "What about the baby..." he said softly. "Excuse me?" the doctor asked, furrowing his brow. "What about the child?!" Vegeta said loudly this time, raising his head. The doctor fell silent, turning his back to Vegeta,"Your unborn daughter...could've been saved easily. We could've removed the unborn fetus from the womb and given her life support...much like the fascinating way Saiya-jins have done it in the past as I understand." He turned back to Vegeta, a glimmer in his eyes,"Perhaps...you could explain how this was done...?" Vegeta glared at this 'doctor' in front of him,"No...it never was fascinating, nothing ever was. Do you think it fascinating to look at your dying, under-developed, sick child in a tube on a wall?!" He shook his head and stood up,"I've had enough of this sickening science and x-rays..." and with that he walked out of the room, leaving the doctor silent and stunned.

Vegeta walked through the Capsule Corp development, his head lowered. The child could have been saved. 'My daughter could have been saved...' he thought. His stomach gave a lurch and he stopped short, the doctor's words echoing in his mind,'...the unborn fetus...' Vegeta closed his eyes and vomited in a potted plant, slumping himself against a wall. His ears were pounding softly but he opened his eyes a bit and realized it was someone walking down the hall. "Hello Kakkarot..." he said, lifting his hand in welcome. "Well, hey Vegeta, what's up?" Goku asked, a grin on his face. "What on earth are you so happy about, Kakkarot?" Vegeta replied, standing up and returning to his usual, snappy tone and behavior. Goku grinned wider,"Chi-Chi is pregnant! Isn't that great?" he said. Vegeta's heart seemed to break in half at these words,"O-of course...congratulations Kakkarot..." he said in a soft voice, turning to leave,"To be a father...is amazing..." he whispered. He started to walk down the hall, back towards the living quarters. A strange feeling burned inside of him...jealously. He was jealous of Goku, because he got what he wanted and never lost a thing. "No one blames you for what happened to Bulma and the baby, Vegeta," Goku said, catching up to walk along side of him. "What baby...how did you know about that?!" Vegeta shouted, glaring at Goku now. "Bulma told Chi-Chi shortly before...the accident..." Goku replied. Vegeta stopped walking and looked at Goku sternly,"How long?" he asked, his voice hoarse, his stomach gave another sickening lurch. "About a month..." Goku whispered, gazing back at Vegeta. The proud prince actually ran. Away from this sickening, twisting, strangling truth that seemed to suffocate him.

He sat on the roof top, drenched in sweat mixed with tears. He had run until he was so exhausted he could barely breathe, which is hard, especially for a Saiya-jin. 'She had known a whole month...and she never told me...' Vegeta thought, clenching his fists in frustration. He sighed lightly as his stomach gave another sickening lurch. He had lost weight and gained a lot of muscle, living off of only water for about a week already. He was making himself sick and he knew it. Even his royal Saiya-jin body couldn't handle it surprisingly. He sighed, the reality had come once again. This time it was hell too. His mind wandered to what his family would have been if Bulma and the child survived...Trunks would be a brother and would follow in his father's footsteps...Vegeta vomited again. He couldn't stand the thought of his 16 year old son turning into a killer of his future wife. His heart went out to his young son. Vegeta had lost a wife and a child...Trunks had lost a dear mother...and a sister he had no idea about. What an awful thing to happen at a young age. Vegeta himself had experienced loss at an even younger age, but that was when he didn't give a shit about anything but killing. Now he was changed and he knew it, but everyone still thought him the heartless, cruel prince of Saiya-jins. He started to descend to the ground from the roof. He had to get home, he had been gone all day and Trunks...well he wouldn't be worried but he'd be wondering. Vegeta no longer could speak to his son, the blood of Bulma was on his head and Trunks couldn't look at a single skin cell from his father without feeling hatred and disgust. Of course they didn't speak their feelings, but they both knew.

"Trunks...Trunks I am home!" Vegeta called, walking through the door. Trunks peeked out of his room,"...you look like hell..." he mumbled then wandered into the kitchen to try and find something to eat. "Thank you, I suppose, son..." Vegeta replied, leaning against the counter, juggling an apple and pondering if he should eat it or drink a gallon of milk. All thoughts of his lost family had cleared from his mind. Now he was the Vegeta that didn't give a shit. Trunks glanced over at his father. "Do you want to order Chinese?" he asked, looking directly into his father's eyes now. This wasn't a question about food at all, Vegeta could tell, it was a question that stated,'We have to start being a family and talk for once'. Vegeta nodded slightly, gazing intently at the young man in front of him. "Did...did the doctors call?" he asked casually. Trunks nodded and went into the act of calling the Chinese place and ordering the food. Vegeta understood now...Trunks understood and knew about everything; the cancer, the daughter, the month of pregnancy, even the appointments. Vegeta was stunned at the sudden prick of reality that dawned on him. Trunks understood the emotion Vegeta had inside...and they were going to be a family...through the pain.

The Chinese arrived and they ate together, not speaking, but understanding. "Do you need soy sauce, Dad?" Trunks asked, holding it up. He was welcoming Vegeta back into his life and Vegeta gladly accepted,"Of course, Trunks, thanks son..."