Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Torn ❯ Nightmares ( Chapter 5 )

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WARNING; SOME VIOLENCE, AND DEATH (not ~really~, but you'll understand after you read).

ONG WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS CHAPTER?! ALL THE WORDS ARE SQUASHED TOGETHER!! I'VE CHECKED MY VERSION OF THIS CHAPTER, [THE ONE I SAVED ON MY COMPUTER] AND IT IS FINE! WHAT'S WRONG?

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.08.2005 | Updated On: 04.02.2005 | Pages: 8 | Words: 8.8K | Visits: 693 | Status: Completed

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Chapter 5

~Love of Vegeta~

Trunks sat cross legged on the heath, his head resting in his two small hands. Goten was splashing in the marsh near him, screaming and shouting letting the whole world know of his fun. Trunks, however, was in quite a different state of mind. He dug his fingers into his scalp as he thought; a habit he'd inherited from his mother.

A sigh of frustration passed his lips.

Trunks didn't know what was going on. And it made him angry. He hated being left out of things, especially when it concerned him and seemed that everyone besides him knew about it. He knew it was something to do with his mom, but all he knew was what she herself had told him, and that was not much.

"I need to get some work done," she had said. "So Goku's going to let you stay at his house with Goten for a while, won't that be fun?"

He wasn't saying it wasn't fun, Goten and he had been having a great time. There was always plenty of food, fish mostly but he didn't mind. There was no arguing, no hard training, and he had his best friend in the world at his side. He, Goten and Goku would always be out on their own little adventure; whether it was getting eaten by giant fish, sparring with dinosaurs or just exploring the mountains, it was just one huge vacation.

Goten's dad was a really easy person to get along with. Even though he was an adult, he was just like a big kid, and he knew anything and everything about the wilderness. Being with Goku Son was just like being with his best friend. He would never admit it, but he often found himself wondering why his own father wasn't as fun as Goten's dad. He loved his own father, he had a lot of pride in him, but sometimes he just wished he would be more like Goku...

Well, Trunks definitely had the best mom, no questions asked. Goten's mom was okay but she was nothing in comparison to his mother. She was a bit of a nerd sometimes and she wasn't as strong as Chi-chi, but she was a lot nicer! She didn't cook great but she always let him fight and go out late, always bought him new toys and took him out even when he knew she was busy. Not like Chi-chi at all. Chi-chi definitely yelled often enough. She and Goku argued a lot, she was always yelling at him….

But their squabbles, although more frequent, were unlike the arguments between his mom and dad. Chi-chi never really meant any of what she said, Goku knew that and he would always just laugh it off later. It was different from the arguing between his father and mother. They always really did mean it. He knew that by the way his mom would cry for so long afterwards. Trunks could remember them arguing more than usual just before he was sent to stay with the Son's... maybe that had something to do with what was going on now?

He'd been playing video games with Goten just about an hour ago, when he'd sensed his Mother downstairs, and heard Chi-chi's yell of alarm. He'd rushed into the kitchen just in time to see his mother being carried upstairs by the Ox King, obviously unconscious and bleeding from several visible wounds on her body. Goku had prevented him seeing any more…

Why had he interfered? It had nothing to do with him! What made him think he had the right to stop him seeing his own mother?!

Trunks growled and threw a small rock in anger. But what was a small rock to Trunks, was a small boulder by human standards, and the large slab narrowly missed Goten's head on its way into the marsh.

Goten turned round to face his friend, a wide grin spread on his young face, obviously undeterred by the huge rock that had just threatened the position of his head.

"Wow Trunks that was a big splash!" he laughed joyfully, water was dripping off the end of each large black spike of hair. Trunks frowned and stood up.

"Goten you are so stupid sometimes!" he yelled, mad that Goten was having such a good time while he was sat there worrying. Goten's smile faltered at his friend's unexplained anger, and his expression fell into a dopey confused look. This angered Trunks even more.

"You're such an idiot! And your dad is an even bigger idiot! I can't believe he kicked us out the house!" Goten's brows lowered.

"Hey, my dad is NOT stupid!" he yelled defensively.

"Why did he make us leave, then?! I don't care if your dad is funner Goten, he's selfish!" Trunks blinked at what he'd just admitted, but Goten either didn't notice or didn't care.

"My Dad is NOT selfish! I don't know why he sent us away but I know he had a good reason for it!" Trunks scoffed. A good reason?!

"That was my Mom in there Goten!" he yelled. "And I should be allowed to see what's wrong with her! Wouldn't you want to if it was your Mom?!" Goten's face fell; he seemed to be thinking of a good comeback, but came up empty.

"Yeah…" he muttered. "But he still isn't selfish!" he argued folding his arms and sticking his chin up as though what he'd said was indisputable. Trunks opened his mouth to argue with a 'yes he is' but snapped his head up to the sky as a tremendous wave of energy washed over him.

"T.. Trunks?"

"Yeah.. I feel it Goten..." He closed his eyes so he could concentrate more on the signature. It resembled his Father's, but was different somehow… The energy felt like it had been twisted and misshaped and seemed to go straight to his belly, making his insides churn.

This was what evil felt like, Trunks realised, recalling the similar feeling Majin Buu's aura seemed to give off... no, it was different somehow… but it was so familiar, he was sure he'd felt it before…

And then it clicked. This was the same ki he had felt from his father when he fought the big Buu monster. He remembered Goku saying it had something to do with a wizard...

Suddenly a new power slashed through his thoughts, this one Goku's. The strength of his power was that of super saiyan mode, and increasing. Both the energies were hurtling towards each other-- fast. Both were preparing for battle.

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The earth below became a blur of blues, greens and browns as he raced through the air, streamlining his body as much as possible to increase speed. He came to a halt when he saw the small flicker of gold in the distance, and waited for the flickering power to reach him.

Just a few seconds, and the golden haired warrior snapped to a stop in the air a short distance in front of him. His aura crackled with sparks of electricity and the pallor of his skin was of a lighter shade then usual; he was in the second stage of a super saiyan. The smaller saiyan glared at him with true hate and disgust shown in his teal eyes, a snarl tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Get out of my way Kakkarott." he growled in a threatening tone of voice, but Goku remained perfectly still.

"You're not going any further Vegeta. Not without going through me first." He bent his arms at the elbows and tensed his body, bringing fourth the true power of his ascended form. His aura burst into a much larger and brighter flame around him, his skin tone became lighter, his hair stood taller and spikier, and electricity crackled and danced around his figure.

"You make that sound like a difficult task, Kakkarott." Vegeta smirked and crossed his arms over his broad and muscular chest. "But you'd be a fool to think you can beat me." Goku cupped his hands at his waist.

"We'll see about that." He began powering up his attack.

"KA--" He kept both his eyes on Vegeta, preparing to move his aim, waiting for Vegeta to make his choice of dodge or attack. But the Prince did neither. He just stood their, arms still crossed, head still raised and the same egotistical smirk on his face.

"MEH--" Goku fuelled more energy into his attack, knowing he had more time to perform a stronger blast now that Vegeta was making no move to attack. Vegeta wouldn't be able to come out of this attack undamaged, and Goku wasn't about to warn him either. The Prince was too cocky for his own good, and the arrogant prince was about to realise that...

"HAH--" Vegeta still made no move. Good. A sphere of blue tinged white energy formed in his open palms.

"MEH--" Almost ready...

"DAD!!" Goku instantly halted in his attack as a flash of lavender shot through the air and stopped by Vegeta.

Shit! He was keeping all of his attention on Vegeta! He didn't sense him coming!

"Trunks come here now!!!" he yelled. Trunks powered up to super saiyan mode and took a stance next to his father, who was eyeing his son with mingled irritation and curiosity.

"Why are you attacking my dad!?!" Trunks yelled back angrily.

"TRUNKS I SAID COME HERE!" he screamed at him, all the while chanting the same curse word in his head.

"No! You're not my Dad!!" the youth screamed back defiantly, still in stance.

He must still bemad at me for kicking him out the house... But he doesn't understand!

"Trunks, listen to me!" he said trying to be patient with him. "That what happened to your mother? He did that!" he said pointing an accusing finger at Vegeta, whose expression had become completely emotionless.

Trunks snapped his head around to look at his father, who was not paying any attention to him but glaring calmly at Goku.

"No..." Trunks said staring at his father then twisting his head back around to face Goku. "NO! My Dad wouldn't do that!!" Vegeta smirked and placed a firm hand on his son's shoulder.

"I think it's time for the boy to come home, wouldn't you say Kakkarot?" Goku was about to retort but was attacked by a sudden disturbing image entering his mind.

Capsule Corps... Darkness everywhere and the rumblingof the raging storm outside. Thunder flickered and illuminated the room briefly.

The room he was in resembled that of a small boy's. There were hand drawn pictures stuck to the walls, and a huge collection of toys in the corner. Aparticularlylarge heapon the floor away from himcaught his eye, but he couldn't quite make it out. He realised he wasstillflying and floated closer.

The sudden realisation made a gasp escape his lips. There, on the floor away from him was Trunks, lying face down in a pool of dark blood. A horrendously large gashin his neckwas merely a few inches short of decapitating him.

"T-Trunks?" Goku whispered reaching out to the lifeless body on the floor...

He heard Vegeta's dark chuckle fill his ears and the image slowly faded away. Goku found himself back in the air, super saiyan and facing the Prince. Vegeta was laughing at him, hand still gripping his son's shoulder.

"Don't ever interfere in my affairs, Kakkarott." His voice lowered. "You might regret it." Goku looked towards the hand on Trunks' shoulder as Vegeta's fingers tightened slightly on the boy's neck. Trunks was just staring at Goku with confusion, and he realised his hand was still outstretched towards the boy's imaginary corpse..

"It's been a long time since the woman last saw her son." Vegeta's face hardened into a threatening scowl. Had Trunks been looking at his father, he would have noticed the maliciousness in his eyes, but his back was facing the prince as the youth eyed Goku with uncertainty. "If she wants to see the boy again, tell her to come home. We'll both be waiting." Trunks looked behind him at his father, confused by the threat he'd heard in his father's tone.

"Let's go, brat." Vegeta ordered, lowering his gaze to his son. Trunks nodded uncertainly at his father, and the two flew off towards CC, Vegeta keeping dangerously close to his son.

Goku lowered to stand on the cliff below. He stared after the two sparkling trails of gold, piecing together everything he knew and trying to come up with a conclusion.

Vegeta had sent that disturbing image into his mind. The two saiyans had had a mysterious sort of mind link since their union into one being. Vegeta had taken dominance over their fusion making Vegetto - their resulted being - more Vegeta then Goku, and so it was Vegeta who had control over their `bond' as you could call it.

The `bond' as far as he could tell though, was just a gateway into each other's mind, a gateway only Vegeta could open. Goku until now had never been allowed access into the Prince's mind, but Vegeta could not guard himself as well in his subconscious. Goku had been plagued by his Prince's nightmares for weeks now, revisiting the older saiyan's past memories and experiences, and Goku was finding himself almost traumatised by the horrific scenes that had been Vegeta's life.

The present Vegeta when revisiting his past memories would always sit in a far corner and watch the past unfold, helpless to do anything. A look of pure terror and pain would adorn his Prince's face - one Goku had never had the misfortune to witness - as the older saiyan watched his younger self relive the horror over and over.

But then something changed. Vegeta changed. In the dreams he would no longer sit in a foetal position in the far corner. No. Instead the Prince would walk straight up to his younger self, and just stare intently at the younger him as he was beaten, tortured, and sometimes even worse. His face would remain emotionless, even as he stared on up close at his younger version as he was abused mercilessly.

The last dream Goku had shared with Vegeta flashed to mind...

~~Goku had no choice but to stand by and watchthe alien he knew as Zarbon torture the young prince. Even after several weeks, the experience was no less horrifying for the good-natured saiyan, and the feeling of helplessness, of knowing he could do nothing to stop it, was wearing on the saiyan's mind.

He walked up to the image of the Present Vegeta, who was once again standing just besides his younger version, watching his own past torture. Goku stood by him, staring at the present Vegeta's eyes which remained cold and empty as they always did. Therewas suddenly a horrible prolonged scream of agonyfrom his left. Goku instinctively turned his head to the source, and regrettedit. He watched as Zarbon torethe flesh from the Young Prince's tail, his foot crushing the youth's spine as he held him down on the steel floor.

"This is horrible.." he whispered, knowing that his words would be unheard by everyone but himself. No one, not even the present Vegeta could hear or see him. Goku had tried many a times to get a response from the older saiyan, but it seemed the Prince could only stare straight through him like he wasn't even there...

"I'm sure you're getting bored with these memories." Goku almost jumped out of his skin as the present Vegeta spoke. Goku looked at him, but Vegeta was still stood in exactly the same position, gazing down at his own past trauma. Goku began to think he'd only imagined the words when the Prince spoke again, this time turning to look AT him!

"I think we need a change of scenery." he said, and the atmosphere around them changed in an instant, like he and Vegeta had just transported to a whole knew planet. And looking around, Goku realised this was true. The ground theynowstood on was a dark and murky yellow colour and the sky a deep indigo. He was about to ask Vegeta where they were when he saw him.

This was an older version of Vegeta. It must have been just a few years before he'dvisited Earth for the first time. This Vegeta was currently battling against about twenty purple skinned aliens; each one had a peculiar looking gun in their hands and was firing at the Prince. Bright blue rays of energy shot from their weapons at thepast Vegeta, who was just standing there, arms crossed and a smirk on his face as the blasts failed to inflict any damage in the least. There was an explosion of dust and rubble as the beamswere all fired at once.

Goku watched as the smoke finally cleared, revealing Vegeta, completely unscathedand laughing insanely at the terrified aliens' futile attempts, before killing them all with one enormous blast.

"But you didn't have a choice," Gokutried to defend, turning to look at the present Vegeta. "Frieza would have killed you if you didn't." Vegeta didn't look at him, but answered in an emotionless tone;

"My orders were to destroy the entire planet and its inhabitants." he said. "A single blast from space would have sufficed." Goku narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"You don't get it, do you Kakkarott?" he asked, turning his head to look at the third class. "Look." he stated, and Goku turned to look where he was signalling, to find the space around them had changed yet again.

They were still on the same planet, he could tell by the indigo sky and yellow floor. But instead of the open battle field, they were now in the middle of a small village. Older versions of the aliens he had seen before, as well as infants and violet coloured,more feminine creatures were running disarray from their houses, screaming and wailing, knocking down anyone in their path forescape,regardless of who they were trampling on.

Then he saw past Vegeta again, in the midst of the crowd of aliens, a malicious smirk adorned his featuresas he grabbed what Goku assumed to be a female of the species. Her skin was a light shade of violet and her body was smaller and more feminine then the armed warriors he saw before. She screamed as Vegeta grabbed her by her lavender hair and forced her to watch as he slowly killed the small child she was futilely trying to protect.

Past Vegeta laughed as the presumed mother screamed and cried, and put an end to her misery by crushing her skull under his white gold tipped boot.He then continued his assault on the many other terrified creatures.

"I'd forgotten just how good it felt..." the present Vegeta spoke quietly, as though to himself. Goku looked at him with a mixture of anger and true horror shown on his face.

"You enjoyedit?!" Vegeta turned to look at him, those cold lifelesseyes chilling him to the very bone.

"No," he said and a smirk grew on his lips. He turned his face back to the onslaught before him, the lust of battle and blood burning in those endless onyxorbs. "I love it."~~

The memory faded and Goku was awoken to reality as though he'd just relived the dream for a second time. The nightmare had infected his dreams three nights ago. The same night he was awoken by his wife and sent to take a sensu to Bulma, only to find the blue-haired scientist sprawled in a heap on the floor, her injuries proving to be caused by something much more then a mere slip.

It was about time Bulma knew, he decided. He would have to tell her the truth about Vegeta. Goku should have done something about this long ago, he shouldn't have been so passive when he first realised its presence inside of the other saiyan. No, she needed to know. She needed to know just what had been growing inside the dark prince ever since Majin Buu…

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I decided to make this chapter slightly longer since the last chapter was pretty boring. So review and tell me how much you liked it? Unless you don't like this story, in that case leave me a review anyway and tell me why you didn't. I am eager to learn!

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Till the next Chapter,

~Love of Vegeta