Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sainan no Kekka ❯ Voices ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter 5
Voices
(a/n: ~ are flashbacks and Italics are mind to mind talk. Hope this helps, and thank you so much for reading! Okies enough of my ramblings. Enjoy)

Blood...the tangy scent hangs thick in the air. Where is it coming from? Struggling up through the latter of consciousness, the haze is beginning to clear. Fear, now heavily mixed with the blood, what the fuck?

Vegeta! Please...please help me! I am dying!! Bulma! The onna's voice threads through my mind, she is in trouble. Pushing higher with every bit of my power, I must wake up. Slowly one by one the senses come alive, my eyes flutter open, slamming shut at once. The brightness of the med room is a stunning sight when you first wake. A soft moan floats from the floor somewhere besides me. Trying once more, I open the eyes, heavy hands flop across them to filter the light.

Groaning, I sit up slowly. There was something I had to do? Something that woke me from the healing sleep. What was it...why can't I recall. Vegetaaaa ...a small voice whispers across the outer layer of my mind. THE WOMAN...of course. Drudging up the energy, I scan the room, she is no where in sight. I must get up...I have to look for her. Silly Onna probably hurt herself cooking again. Chuckling to myself at the last time I found her injured from a cooking experiment gone a rye.

~The woman screams and I run. That is the story line of this life I have chosen. Now this time I will show her I will NOT come to her every screech and scream. I, the mighty Prince of all Sayian's, do not come to a call like a dog to a master. Folding my arms across my chest, if she wants me so bad she can come to me.

The slamming of bare feet slap and stomp down the tiled hall. Good, smart Onna, she comes to me. She enters the gym room she has set up for me, tears stream down her flushed cheeks as she clings a towel to her chest. Perhaps, I was foolish not to go to her, is she truly hurt? A well of worry bubbles in me, something that has recently been happening. Something that I am not very good at dealing with, I have never has these feelings before and they make me nervous.

"What is it now Woman?" I ask her gruffly, not wanting the worry to leak through my words. If she every found out I feel for her, I would NEVER hear the end of it. She just stands there, shaking and silently weeping. "Well, are you just going to cry like a misbegotten child or are you going to, for once, act like an adult and tell me what you did to yourself this time. You are such a clumsy human." If I can make her angered she will just scream it out, call me a jerk, and then finally leave me in peace. Such has it been all the other times before.

She still says nothing, not even a spark of that pissy temper I know rules her. She just clutches the towel tighter and looks to the floor, tiny tears falling down her face. "Onna?" I ask, this is not like her.

"I...I need a sensu bean..please," her frail tired voice asks me. Why would she need one? Now curiosity has dug it's nasty claws into me.

"Why, what has happen?"

"Please can I just have one please....I don't want to talk about it," she says still looking at the floor.

"Nope not good enough, if your don't fess up I won't give you the sensu. Apparently you are not gravely injured and therefore do not need to waste such a valuable resource on such a superficial wound." There if she wants one that badly she will have to tell me.

"SUPERFICIAL!!!! WHY I OUTTA....errr....never mind then I will go ask Goku, he will give me one!" She says whipping her wet face up at me, starring me down with that determination I love about her. WAIT...did she just say she would go to that third class gene pool reject? Never!

I reach out to grab her fleeting form, pulling her up against my sweat covered chest. Her back slams into me, and I lock my arms around her. " You will never again say you will go to him," I tell her, voice dripping acid. " I am the one to provide for you, NOT that buffoon. You are MY mate not his, do you understand?"

She squirms and wiggles in my embrace, "Vegeta...lemme go your hurting me." That was enough for me to let her go, I gave my soul to the woman, and promised never to hurt her. But, by Kami, she will not go to Kakkarot...for anything.

My hand still around her wrist, I ask "Why don't you just tell me what happened? Then I will give you the sensu and all will be fine."

She looks up from the floor, "Promise you won't laugh," she whimpers. Oh this is going to be good, I can tell. I nod to her, silently telling her I promise. And she goes on, " Well...I...was making a new dish. The water was boiling over on the stove top, and I, for once, didn't really think about what I was doing...err...I mean the water was boiling EVERYWHERE and was going to make one hell of a mess on the stove...and I really hate messes you know."

"WOMAN...just tell me about the injury!" I don't need to be a scientific genius to know when someone is stalling.

She gulps at the harshness in my tone, and quietly tell me. "Ileanedoverthestoveandmyboobscaughtfireandburnedme" Was that supposed to make sense?

"Onna please...in a language I can understand. What happened?" I am loosing patience rapidly here.

Huffing and fire snapping behind her eyes, "Why you jerk! I leaned over the stove and my boobs caught fire!" She screams in my face waiting for a reaction.

Oh did she get one too, I didn't verbally promise not to laugh, and I am the evil prince of Sayians after all. So I laughed long and hard. It really was too funny not too, here she is holding the towel to the wounded twins themselves. "Well woman, they are, after all, rather large. Didn't you think to compensate for their mass?" Oh, the string of curses and threats to my man-parts were some of the most original. ~

Laughing to myself at the last incident, I try to stand up. I am sore and indeed need of a good laugh right about now, and she will most likely provide one for me. The Onna, if nothing else, is always good for a laugh. Dragging my legs to the side of the metal table, I carefully place them on the cold floor. Damn, Trucks did a hell of a number on my body. I will have to ask him later where all the power came from. Smiling, I vaguely remember getting walloped by that attack.

Gingerly, I test weight on my feet. They begin to buckled under me, shit I am in worse shape then I thought. Vegettttaaaaaa....something flutters in my head. That's right...the onna...where? Hanging on to the side of the table, I try to walk around it. My foot slides in something, I loss balance and topple over. Falling fast and landing on my ass with a bone jarring thud, I look to see what the fuck I slide on.

Blood...so much blood! Where is it coming from? Slipping into a sitting position, I see what has cause the bloody mess. "BULMA...!" I yell to her fallen form. She lies there on the floor, a lifeless angel. Eyes closed, face pale, is she breathing? Scrambling over to her on the other side of the table, I grab her and pull her to my lap. Why? What has happened to you? I ask mentally to myself, to her, to Kami if he still listens to me.

Her eyes flicker once, and try to open. She is alive! Pulling energy from the deepest part of my blackened soul, I stand up with her hanging limp in my arms. Slipping in the blood, I try to put her on the med table, but end up dropping her haphazardly onto it. Damn it! SENSU..that's what I need. I run over to the first aide chest where we keep them, ripping apart the contents, finding no beans. FUCK if she doesn't heal those wounds she will die! Oh Kami, she can't die! If she goes I am nothing with out her! NOTHING!!!

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A spike of anger energy floods my senses, father you're awake. Awake and angry, and something more. Pushing myself for a faster pace, wanting to get home and see what is going on. My mind wonders as I fly, Goten....why? Who is this woman who killed my best friend? How does my father know her, and why was Piccolo so afraid of her? She is just one woman after all, and we are the best fighters in the universe. We have beaten majin-buu, the androids, and many many other monsters, what is one woman?

She must be more than meets the eye to warrant fear in Piccolo, and to kill Goten. I mean, Goten never was a great fighter, but he was still Sayian, still strong enough to protect himself.

'Yes, that's true, but did he really want to protect himself? Now that's the question isn't it.' A voice whispers in my thoughts. The same voice talking to me when I was fighting my father. Who is it? Is it me going insane? It feels so natural, so...I don't know, so something. But, it does bring up the question, did he try to fight? Shacking my head, so many question, so little answers. I need to get back home. Pulling more energy from the well within, I push faster and harder than before. Father's Ki is becoming unstable, he must have risen and been too injured.

Capsule Corp. is in sight now, the nagging worry is pulsing inside me. Dropping to the ground, I run into the house, sprinting to the med lab. Throwing open the door, I am greeted by a sight that I would never have imagined. There before my shocked eyes, is my father holding the blood covered body of my mother, weeping.

With out thinking I scream at him, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER YOU BASTARD!!!!" The sweet anger washes out any sense that I had left, Throwing my head back I scream. I scream for power, for vengeance, for the beast in me to come out and play. Power rises and lashes outward, flames lick out and burn anything near me. Representing the anger within my heart and soul. With one last guttural scream, I ascend into Super Sayian. "Are we going to do this again father? Do you truly want me to kick your ass all over this room?" I ask in a voice not my own. I am no longer in control of my body, and I really couldn't give a fuck. I like this power, I love the way it makes me feel. So free, I am free of the mortal chains of consciousness.

Do it...you know you want to....kill him for me, and bathe in the blood as it falls from the sky! Kill him, Vegeta!

Did that hauntingly velvet voice call me Vegeta? Gathering KI into my fists, again do I care? No, I will be who ever she wants me to be as long as this feeling never wanes.

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The boy crashes through the door, stopping shocked for a moment. I can't find it in me to care that he sees me weeping for my fallen mate. Then he screams at me, accusing me of killing her. Like I would ever do anything to her...I...I...love her. He screams and screams, building a storm of power. Flames and rips in energy rages in the small med lab, the floor beneath him melts and shrivels.

Hugging Bulma's body closer to mine, I will not fight my son again. I am prepared to follow her to deaths domain. I am nothing with out her. My last hope, before the Ki he is gathering hits us, is that if she goes to Heaven that I may be able to follow her there. For if my soul goes to Hell, I know she will follow me there, and Kami if that happens it would kill me for lifetimes. I know what they do to any poor soul, of innocence, that gets lost along the way and ends up in Hell. And, believe me it's not pretty. So I do something I haven't done in so very long, I pray. I pray for my death to be quick and for our soul to join together in Heaven. Oh Kami-sama, if you still listen to me, please for the onna's sake don't make her suffer, please take her to your heaven, and if I am to be damned don't let her follow.

Opening my eyes, I stare at the twisted form of my son, my exicutioner. He has ascended into Super, the golden power pulses and shifts around his taunt body. But, his eyes....his eyes are pure evil, something I have never seen in my almost gentle son. He has my eyes. The corners slightly lifted and the ocean color flooded with a crimson red. The blood-like irises swim and dance like flame to a fire. A hatred passion burns in him, he is me. A me from so very long ago. Oh, Trunks, what has my blood done to you? What has made yo snap?

"For for your mother's sake, make this quick," are my last words to my insane son.