Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Torn ❯ Saiyan Training ( Chapter 11 )

 

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Chapter 11

 

~Love of Vegeta~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The air was cool on his face, yet to be warmed by the slowly rising sun highlighting the clouds in the east. He took a deep breath, savouring the refreshing coolness that rushed through his windpipe and filled his lungs.

 

Vegeta strode down the desolate streets of West City. It was Sunday, and judging by the position on the sun, it was early. Discarded packets and paper food wrapping made a racket on their way down the street, thrown this way and that by the strong early morning breeze. His son's unconscious form was slumped over his shoulder, his lavender locks ruffled slightly in the wind, and a trail of dried blood running down his chin.

 

Vegeta would have to heal the boy soon, but first he needed to find the human he would use to begin his son's training. He smirked. He would teach his boy a thing or two about his heritage.

 

The city was empty, Vegeta had yet to come across any life in the area save the few street cats that prowled around the dark alleys, pillaging through garbage for unwanted scraps of meat. Suddenly, Vegeta's sensitive hearing made out the deep breathing of a beggar, slumped with his back against a large yellow dumpster, his lap covered with torn newspaper pages and the sides of a cardboard box.

 

As Vegeta approached the alley, the putrid stench of rotten produce and stale urine attacked his nostrils. He recoiled slightly, snarling and just managing to refrain from pinching his nose. He stepped back away from the odour, summoning his ki into a barrier around his body and condensing the fresh air tightly around himself, before returning to the slumped figure resting contentedly against the cool steel of the dumpster.

 

He adjusted his glove and snatched the beggar up by the scruff of his collar. The foul man started and shouted out, his voice low and raspy. Vegeta sent a swift chop to the back of his neck and the man was silent, his head drooping forward. Vegeta held the beggar by his grey tattered shirt at arms length, rising into the air.

 

He rose above the buildings, collecting his thoughts and reminding himself of his next plan of action, before his power flared around him in a silver aura, and he shot off through the air in the direction of the sun.

 

Soon the mounds of silver known as the Capsule Corp buildings came into view. Vegeta passed by the first, much larger one and to the smaller of the two. His power vanished and he landed on his feet in the back yard. Suddenly a thought came to him, and he looked over at the twelve foot wall that separated them from the woman's parents' building.

 

He unlocked and opened the door to the GR, throwing his two burdens inside and shutting the door afterwards. He ran a hand through his hair, and hovered up into the air once more, bounding over the huge wall into the gardens of the building next door. The sweet aroma of freshly cut grass greeted him from the coloured garden of roses and carnations. Vegeta immediately saw who he was looking for.

 

A security guard began making his way towards him, his hand reaching into his breast pocket to grip the revolver beneath. The man was within twenty meters when he realised who he was, and his hand quickly shot from beneath his jacket.

 

“Mr. Vegeta,” he greeted, nodding his head. Vegeta's eyes zeroed in on the steel handcuffs which clattered from his black leather belt, and he waited for the approaching guard to reach him. Thin brown tresses stuck out from the sides of the man's navy hat, his heavy clothing making every one of the guard's steps look like an effort.

 

“Nice handcuffs.” Vegeta gestured to the silver hoops at the man's waist. “May I borrow them?” The guard looked down at his cuffs, and back up at the shorter man before him, smiling at the believed joke.

 

“Heh, sorry sir, I can't do that.” Vegeta smirked, clenching the fist at his side.

 

“That's too bad.” The man's gaze lowered to his fist, and back up at Vegeta. His hand shot to his breast pocket, but he was suddenly attacked by a solid punch in his jaw, the strength behind the blow smashing his head to the side and snapping his neck. He was dead before he even hit the floor.

 

“Oops, guess I hit him too hard.” Vegeta leaned over and pulled the cuffs free from the guard's belt. “Oh well, I suppose he will have no more use for these.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, he'd found them. There had been two hidden within the cupboards of the medical wing. He rolled the two pale green beans around his palm with his thumb, making his way to the guestroom where he'd put the woman.

 

He opened the door and entered. There she was, still in the same position he'd left her early that morning. Just looking at her, and he could practically taste the pleasure he'd taken from her last night. And he did intend to do it again, just not now. First, he had to attend to his son. He was, after all, his would be heir to the throne of Vegetasei. He was a Saiyan Prince, and the royal and legendary blood that flowed through his veins was enough to overlook his minor deficiencies. They were easily fixed.

 

He clasped the one steel cuff around her wrist, and attached the other around the bed post, just in case she woke up while he was attending to the boy. He couldn't afford to let her interfere, she could ruin everything. He would have to keep them apart. It would weaken them both, and it would be easier for him. He was not denying that the woman had mental strength. Too bad that every other aspect --apart from her beauty, he had to admit-- was useless, and weak. Whereas his son.. he was definitely weak minded, but his physical strength and heritage were invaluable.

 

Vegeta shut the door behind him made his way down stairs. Glass crunched beneath his boots as he crossed the kitchen and left via the back door.

 

He opened the GR door, stepping inside and leaning down by his son's unconscious form. Placing his hand behind his head, Vegeta tipped the boy's head back and pushed one of the sensu beans to the back of his throat. He heard him swallow, and stood, waiting for the boy to awaken…

 

 

 

 

Trunks moaned, suddenly aware that he was awake. He opened his eyes and watched the blackness fade away to reveal the stony face of his father standing above him. He flinched when Vegeta reached down, but instead of being struck, he was instead pulled up onto his feet. Trunks opened his eyes and stared in fear at the man in front of him, when he suddenly heard a moan from his right. He turned his head and saw a strange man sprawled out on the floor. His clothes were tattered and black with dirt, his hair matted with grime and plastered to his face.

 

“W-who's he?” Trunks managed to ask after finding his voice. He recoiled slightly when Vegeta stretched his hand out to clasp his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze… just like he used to. He stared at his father's eyes, but was met only with a black emotionless void.

 

“He will be a very important first step to your training.” Trunks frowned and turned his head to look at the man who was slowly regaining consciousness. He was turned around to fully face the grubby man when Vegeta pushed him gently on his back. What was going on?

 

“W-what do you want me to do?” he asked shakily, a terrible sinking feeling washing over him. He turned his head to look at his father, who was looking ahead at the man on the floor, a mask of cold contempt cemented on his features.

 

“Destroy him.” Trunks spun round.

 

“What?!” he asked, backing away. “I-I can't!”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Because it's wrong!” Vegeta smirked, stepping forward and capturing his shoulder.

 

“It is not wrong, boy. In fact, it is completely normal. This planet and its pathetic inhabitants have contaminated your mind with their hypercritical and supposedly `moral' preaching.” He pushed him forward a step closer to the unconscious mass on the floor.

 

“You are a saiyan; this is what you are for, what you are by nature. And that is what you are here to learn. I am going to make you what you should have been.”

 

“Dad please, go back to normal!! I don't understand what's going on, I don't understand anything you're doing!!” he yelled, grabbing the front of his father's armour and trying to shake him, as though he thought he could shake this new evil from his father's body. Vegeta grabbed him by his shoulders, holding him tightly, restraining him.

 

“Enough! Don't get me mad.” The threat that suddenly darkened his father's face spoke volumes. Trunks' breath became caught in his throat as he saw something in those fathomless black orbs. Death, blood, carnage… and.. it seemed he enjoyed it?

 

He was suddenly shoved forwards to stand by the dirty man, who was stirring and moaning on the floor.

 

“One quick blast is all it takes, boy, and the body will be incinerated. Quick and painless, there won't be a single piece of him left.” Trunks couldn't move, he couldn't do anything but stare at the man at his feet. He couldn't believe what was happening; it was all happening so fast. Had he missed something? Where had all of this come from?

 

“Now, brat!” his father commanded. Suddenly the man's eyes opened. The man gasped and his eyes darted around the room franticly, landing on Trunks.

 

“W-where am I?! What happened!?” He stuffed his hands beneath him and sat up. “Who hit me?! You'd better-”

 

“SHUT UP!” Something close to a whimper sounded from the man's throat as his eyes snapped over to Vegeta. “Keep quiet, or I shall shut you up myself!” The threat seething from his words and pooling in his eyes was enough; the man fell silent.

 

“Brat you'd better do as I say or I will do it myself! And I'll make sure it is slow and painful.” Trunks began to quiver, but made no move to do as his father told him. How could he? How was he supposed to kill someone, take a life? It was wrong… he.. he couldn't…

 

“W-what are y-you going to d-do?” asked the gruff and raspy voice of the man at his feet. The man was trembling slightly on the floor, looking at him, boldly stealing quick glances at Vegeta. But Vegeta's attention was not on the smelly man, but on him. He could feel his eyes sear into his back as he stood frozen. An almost inaudible growl rumbled from behind him and suddenly the tingling buzz of his father's energy tickled his skin. Trunks snapped his eyes shut tight, bracing himself for the blast, as it was all he could do, and hoping it wouldn't be enough to hurt him seriously.

 

Suddenly an ear splitting scream rung in his ears, and several flecks of a warm liquid splattered his face. Trunks opened his eyes and felt his heart stop at the sight before him. The man was now covered in dark blood which was spurting from the man's severed arm. The remaining stub was burnt and flailing madly as the man screamed and screamed. Trunks stumbled back as more blood squirted from the wound, when suddenly his back hit something, and a hand gripped his shoulder.

 

“See how much pain he is in?” Vegeta whispered into his ear. “You could have prevented that. Now... Are you going to end his life? Or are you going to sit by watch as your disobedience earns him another severed limb?” Trunks tried to release the breath that was caught in his throat, but it wouldn't come loose. He choked, the air rushing out of his lungs, tears falling from his eyes as he stared transfixed at the bloodied flailing body on the floor. Prolonged agonising screams were tearing from the man's throat and attacking his ear drums relentlessly.

 

He distantly became aware of the grip disappearing from his shoulder and suddenly Vegeta was standing above the screaming man.

 

“NO DAD! PLEASE.. DON'T!” but it was too late. Several horrid cracks split through the air as Vegeta's boot slammed down on the man's ribcage. Blood gurgled in the man's throat and poured in thin streams from his mouth. Trunks felt his knees shake and buckle beneath him, his breathing short and rapid. He folded to his knees, leaning forward onto his hands and choking on the sobs that racked his body.

 

“He is still alive.” His father's voice came from at his side. “Are you going to end his pain? Or is this not enough for you?” Trunks couldn't speak but instead continued to cry, watching in blurred vision as the tears fell from his eyes.

 

“No? Fine, but don't think you will go unpunished.. And neither will your mother.” Trunks froze.

 

“She didn't do anything!” he yelled, his head snapping up.

 

“Obviously she has. If she hadn't, you would have killed that fool by now. She has made you weak.” Trunks lowered his head, jamming his eyes shut. Vegeta took a step closer to him. “So, it's your choice. Do wish for your mother to bare the same fate as him?” Trunks shook, breathing deeply…

 

He couldn't…

 

Trunks ground his teeth, clenching his left fist. He slowly raised the other upwards to face the bloodied body ahead of him. Golden energy shot from his palm and engulfed the man. He watched his body melt and turn black, before exploding into millions of smouldering tiny particles and disappearing into the air.

 

He lowered his head and collapsed onto the cold hard floor, loud cries and sobs choking from his throat and convulsing his body.

 

A hand gripped his shoulder softly.

 

 

“You are a Saiyan Prince.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

OMG I am sooo sorry for the really late update!!! To be honest, I was just being lazy, and I didn't have the inspiration to write. Plus, I had a social life I seriously needed to catch up on!

 

Sorry, sorry, sorry!!!

 

And thanks a great deal to these people;

 

Aiyana,

 

Raine123,

 

NSB,

 

nu,

 

autumn,

 

Frabjousgirl,

 

yugiohchick,

 

Trisha,

 

Jason E.

 

 

You people rule! Thanks for being patient with me, I'll try not to let this happen again!

 

Love y'all!

 

 

~Love of Vegeta