Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Torn ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

Disclaimer; I do not own Dragonball/Z. I'm not going to disclaim GT, as in my view it has nothing to do with my story or of the great anime created by Akira Toriyama.

 

 

Chapter 12

 

~Love of Vegeta~

 

 

 

 

A tug on his arm, a hand pushing his back, a gruff voice urging him forwards. Walls either side of him were zooming past, the floor underneath his feet moving back in the opposite direction to which he was facing. He watched his jelly-like legs stumble forward as he was pushed on his back. Suddenly there was a tightness on his neck and a coolness on his belly as a hand plucked him from the moving floor, holding him by the back of his shirt.

 

“If you won't walk on your own you will have to be carried.” He distantly heard from behind him. Trunks gave into the resilience of his muscles, and allowed his body to fall limp in his father's grip. His head dropped forwards. He stared at the purple carpet flowing underneath. Trunks felt his eyes begin to droop, his vision disappearing in and out of focus.

 

Red… a large red mark on his torso dominated all attention, drawing him in. He felt his eyes being tugged into its crimson centre, the red growing and growing. Suddenly, all he could see was red. It was everywhere! Then a horrendous scream gushed into his ears, pulling his mind towards the source.

 

There it was, a flailing mass of limbs shrieking and thrashing and floundering on a cold steel floor. A fountain of red sprouted from a wound, filling the room with crimson. The liquid suddenly allied with the surrounding red, spewing fourth and enveloping him in a merciless sea of scarlet.

 

The squirming body appeared through the thick pool, forever shooting the deadly liquid from its wound. Trunks felt the liquid rushing into his ears, mouth and nose, entering his lungs and drowning him. He squirmed and spluttered. He had to stop it, he couldn't breath! He felt his arm being tugged upwards, his fist opening into a palm directed at the flailing mass producing the merciless sea of blood.

 

Energy burst from his palm in a golden stream of light, colliding with the thrashing body. An endless howl of agony erupted from its mouth as the blast impacted. Its skin melted from the bone, the whole body on fire and crumbling to ashes before his very eyes.

 

Trunks screamed as the man he'd just incinerated reappeared, his face murderous, inches from his own. Two hands grabbed him fiercely by his shoulders, the fingers digging into his flesh. Trunks writhed in the grip, as the two hands dragged him deeper and deeper into the sea of blood, shaking his body vigorously. He squirmed and thrashed under the unmovable grip, when he was suddenly struck across the face by what felt like a slab of brick.

 

His eyes snapped open, his father's sharp face filling his field of vision. Vegeta's hand was drawn back.

 

“What the fuck's wrong with you?!” he yelled. Trunks felt his body tremble, tiny whimpers escaping from his mouth as the repercussion of his nightmare racked his body. A face behind his father caught his attention. Lavender hair sat askew atop the eight-year-old's head. Frightened sapphire eyes stared back at him, glistening with the moisture which formed thin trails down his cheeks.

 

Trunks moved his eyes from his reflection and looked around. He was in his bathroom. Trunks heard his father sigh, and saw him reach out to grab a washcloth which was folded over the edge of the sink. He turned on the hot water tap, and soaked the cloth in the warm liquid. Trunks closed his eyes as his father wiped his face.

 

When he'd finished, Trunks opened them and watched the slightly blood stained cloth as his father rinsed it, and proceeded to wash where the sleeves of his spandex ended.

 

He stood there, motionless, as his father undressed him and gently moved and positioned his body so he could change him into his pyjamas. He felt his eyes begin to droop again…

 

The next thing he knew, he was lying on his back in his bed, his ceiling, covered in a detailed mural of the heavens, of beautiful winged children flying and sleeping on the clouds of heaven, smiling-- staring down at him. Trunks remembered the same decor from when he was a small child; about three or four. He had told his mother several times that he was too old for such things, and that she should paint over it… she never did.

 

But something was different about the angel-winged children who glared down at him from atop their mounds of fluffy white cloud. Their eyes were a different hue, the shade of blue now cold and cutting. Their smiles seemed artificial, like they were only masking the true emotion which he could now plainly read in their painted eyes.

 

Hate.

 

He saw it, embroidered upon their delicate features. Their hatred hidden by an innocent face, they glared down at him, judging him, staring down at him in an accusatory manner. Their tiny bows, with their deadly sharpened heart ended arrows, were directed towards him, seeking his soul, the soul which had now become tainted with sin. He watched them, observing how their angelic and infantile bodies seemed to guard the gates of heaven, keeping them forever shut and out of his reach….. and he realised.

 

He was going to hell.

 

Leather finger tips suddenly touched his cheek, pushing his face to the right. His father was still there; looking at him. He had been for a long time. His face, as ever, was unreadable. But Trunks watched him hesitate, the pupils of his father's eyes twitching as he thought and examined his face. Then, after a long pause, his father ended the suspenseful silence.

 

“We will continue our training tomorrow.” He left… The door was shut.

 

Trunks stared at the door, not really seeing it. Darkness filtered into his vision, blacking out the sunlight that seeped in through the cracks in the curtains. His body relaxed and his head lolled back onto his pillow, but the nightmares which awaited him ensured a less than discomforting sleep.

 

 

***

 

 

Vegeta stepped out of his son's room and shut the door behind him. He stood with his back to the door, thinking…

 

A picture of his son's young and frightened little face surfaced in his mind, his eyes spilling tears, his body trembling and his expression horrified and terrified at the same time… helplessness.. terror.. pain.. all present in his eyes…

 

He reminded him of something… of someone... But who?

 

Vegeta closed his eyes. He'd seem the exact same expression before… a face of someone important.. it must have been, for it to have made such an impact on him, and for it to have fixed itself in his memory like this…

 

It couldn't have been one of the aliens whose planet he had purged… they had been meaningless to him. He wouldn't have remembered. He never paid that much attention to them anyway, let alone cared. But if it wasn't one of them… who could it have been? One of Frieza's soldiers? No, he was sure he'd never seen such an expression on any of their faces before…

 

Argh, forget it! He growled. It wasn't important.

 

He turned and melted the metal of the door handle with his energy, sealing the door shut. It wouldn't keep him in, but it would keep her out.

 

Vegeta felt a yawn begin to build up, but caught himself just in time. He placed a hand on his forehead to stop the momentary blurriness of his vision, and sighed. He needed to sleep, he knew that. But why was he so tired? He hadn't slept for about five days… but he shouldn't be this tired.

 

Vegeta did a quick recount of all the decent energy losses he'd suffered during the past week. He'd trained in the gravity chamber for most of the night before the little escapade with the woman in the kitchen.. Actually, he'd trained all night and through to the next day, until he realised that the woman had disappeared… with Kakkarott. He'd then lost a decent amount of energy after the woman returned.. He had completely lost it then, and had flown halfway around the world, venting his anger on the first unsuspecting human female he came across…

 

Then, yesterday, he had powered up in preparation for the expected conflict with Kakkarott... which never occurred. And then last night, he had used up a significant amount of power under the high gravity he'd subjected his son to, and then on hunting down the woman. Last night had taken a surprising amount of his strength, he realised. It had felt, in many ways, like he had transformed. The fatigue he was suffering now was very similar to the exhaustion normally experienced after returning from Oozaru form…

 

Vegeta felt another yawn building up, which he again stifled. He reached up and massaged his temples wearily. There was still a few things that needed attending to.

 

He walked down a flight of stairs, deciding not to use up any more energy than necessary. He finally reached the bottom, realising just how much time it took to walk down from the top floor. He continued along the corridors and was just about to reach the kitchen when he remembered. He couldn't leave the woman or brat alone... Kakkarott would surely transport as soon as he felt that he was apart from both of them...

 

“Dammit!” he yelled, powering up the last reserves of his energy and flying down the corridor. He rocketed up vertically and reached the top floor in an instant. Patience was never one of his virtues.

 

He kicked open the door to the guestroom he'd left the woman, marching in and seizing her body up into his arms, braking the cuffs on doing so. He kicked open the balcony doors with the same aggression, and leaped over the railing. The landing was far more painful then he expected, and his feet instantly gave way beneath him and he fell flat onto the floor.

 

Vegeta sighed into the short blades of grass which tickled his nose, and closed his eyes, vanquishing the desire to submit to his growing exhaustion and lie there for a few hours. The woman was unhurt and lying in his arms which were outstretched above his head, such was the position he had landed.

 

He gritted his teeth and got to his feet. He made his way over to the Gravity Room but didn't open the door and instead moved to the back, where there was a large fridge-freezer attached to the wall. Bulma had built it in years ago, after she found out about his unusual late hour meals, which usually caused enough noise to awake the entire building.

 

Vegeta typed in a short code, and the door was opened. He reached into the freezer and remerged with a large sack of ice.

 

He carried the woman and the huge ice sack to the entrance of the GR, typing in yet more codes which would allow him entry to the inside.

 

Once inside, he placed the woman so she was resting with her back against the wall and stepped over to the controls. He bent down and opened the small cupboard underneath used for storing tools and manuals for the gravity controls. There were also some cloths, which Bulma kept in there to wipe the grime off her hands and face after repairing the GR, and also a bucket.

 

He grabbed the cloths and bucket and walked over to the crimson liquid which was splattered all over the far end of the room. He placed the bucket on the floor and emptied the contents of the sac into it. He closed his eyes and reached deep inside himself to gather energy into his hand. Upon doing so, he placed his palm against the steel bucket, and the heat of his power soon turned the ice into water.

 

He gladly fell to his knees, closing his eyes tight and trying to recover some strength. This was becoming ridiculous; his energy shouldn't be disappearing so quickly!

 

He forced himself to remain alert, grabbed one of the cloths he'd dropped and began to mop up the blood which was sprayed over a large area of the floor, and even on the wall. But the mess had been necessary, it needed to be gory. It would strengthen the brat's immunity.

 

Vegeta leaned over and scrubbed the floor, becoming more and more agitated the longer it took.

 

Some fucking Prince, he snarled, rinsing the crimson cloth in the bucket of water and ringing it of the extra liquid. But it was necessary for all the blood to be gone when he next brought his son in here, he didn't want the boy to remain fixed on this one meaningless death forever. He had to make it so the beggar earthling had never even existed.

 

An almost inaudible moan from behind him quickly drew his attention. He turned his head slightly to observe the woman. She was still unconscious after the morning's escapades, which was hardly a surprise after what he had put her through. Most of the night was still a blur, but the scraps of memory he did manage to recover were enough for him to realise his folly. He had been much too reckless, it was inexcusable. He was surprised she was still alive…

 

He finished mopping up the crimson mess that soiled the floor and stepped outside. He flung the bucket and cloths up into the air and obliterated both with a blast of energy, deciding that his pride wouldn't be able to compensate for any extra cleaning, but realising too late that his body couldn't compensate for any extra energy usage. He stumbled to the floor, landing face first in the grass for the second time. He rolled over onto his back and gazed at the bright blue sky. The sun was almost directly over head now, symbolising it was near noon. He sighed and shut his eyes, pausing for just a second before forcing himself to sit upright.

 

He stared at the back of the Capsule Corp building, the building which had been his home for the past thirteen years…

 

The back door which led to the kitchen was gone, revealing the inside which was in complete shambles. If he looked higher, he could see the woman's bedroom. The balcony doors had been thrown off and the inside was in utter chaos. He remembered after the night in the kitchen retiring from training to acquire some necessary provisions, only to realise that the woman's presence had disappeared. He couldn't sense her ki, meaning she was either unconscious, somewhere too far away or… dead. But what had perhaps scared him the most was the fact that he couldn't sense her at all. The part of his mind which her presence had always occupied was empty. But how was that possible? The bond they had could not be destroyed… Unless she was…

 

Dead.

 

Vegeta now knew that the woman was indeed alive, but he remembered the anger and fear he had experienced when he thought that that was not the case. He'd reduced the woman's bedroom to something similar to a war zone looking for her, refusing to believe the fact which had seemed so obviously true at the time.

 

But the woman was alive... and he was alive… So why couldn't he sense her? All he could sense was… him. The side of him he was becoming, the side which he had become. There wasn't a sign of her, or of the weak fool he had been. Maybe…

 

Maybe the woman wasn't bonded to him… perhaps it was his.. old self.. the weak side of him she was bonded to. And now that that side of him was gone… so was she.

 

Vegeta shut his eyes tight. So, she never did love him. Would never have loved the true him… now he understood. He was pretending, pretending all those years to be the weak fool he was acting, thinking he was happy, thinking he was loved. When really, he wasn't loved. The fake cover he'd been wearing for the last thirteen years… it was him who she loved.

 

Vegeta's eyes snapped open and he stood in one fluid motion. He stepped into the gravity room, staring down at the huddled heap resting against the GR wall.

 

He snatched her up off the floor and flung her over his shoulder, walked out of the GR, and up to one of Capsule Corps bedrooms.

 

Once inside, he put the woman under the covers of a large king-size bed which occupied a rather large guestroom. He had no idea why the woman had so many guestrooms when she hardly had anyone over, except on the few reunions she held with Kakkarott's family and friends.

 

Vegeta was finding it difficult to keep his eyes open, his knees were aching and his mind was wandering, but he refused to sleep. Not here… not with her. He needed to escape to somewhere, to lose himself and land somewhere peaceful, to be completely disconnected from familiarity. Somewhere he could think and be alone.

 

But he couldn't leave, couldn't be alone. Not with Kakkarott still there, waiting for the chance to take them as soon as he was apart from both. He could leave one alone, as long as he was with the other. That way, if he was apart from the woman and with the boy, Kakkarott wouldn't transport to the woman in case he hurt the boy. Vegeta liked it this way, he wanted Kakkarott to feel the helplessness he had felt so many times before. To know that he was in control, and for Kakkarott to know he could do nothing about it.

 

But there was one problem, and that was that he was as helpless as Kakkarott. They were at a stale mate. He couldn't do whatever he wanted, he had to stay, trapped in this accursed building with the brat and woman, never allowed to be alone…

 

NO! He couldn't take it anymore! He was a saiyan! He couldn't remain trapped in this building any longer! He needed to fight, to rid himself of this growing bloodlust which was growing inside of him. This was the reason he had nearly killed the woman last night, he needed to break free! He would settle this feud with Kakkarott once and for all, then he would finally be able to do whatever he wanted!

 

Not yet.

 

Vegeta's eyes snapped upwards. There he was again. Dressed in the customary dark navy spandex, white chest armour with golden flaps above the shoulders and jutting out at the waist. A pink glassed scouter covered his left eye and fixed onto his ear. His face was emotionless, but stared at him intently through two fathomless coal eyes.

 

“What? Why not?! I have the power now, I can defeat him!”

 

You are weak! Look at yourself, you're exhausted! I saw the way you were with the boy, do not think I haven't noticed!

 

“I was merely trying to get the boy to obey, I am not becoming weak! I need to fight, to do something! I cannot stay here any longer!”

 

Why not? You are letting them get to you, it's because you care for what they feel! Weakness, I see it every time you look at them!

 

“Shut up! You dare judge me? You know NOTHING!” His counterpart glared, a morbid expression overcoming his features. Vegeta knew the look too well. Power flaring around his body, he raised an arm, palm pointing in the direction of the bed.

 

Vegeta didn't stop to think of what he was doing, and before he could stop himself he realised he had phased in front of the blast just as it was released. But, instead of impacting, the blast merely vanished as it hit his body, fading out of existence as it were merely an illusion. Vegeta frowned, realising what he had just done. He looked up, expecting to see a smug smirk, but only seeing contempt.

 

You will not defeat Kakkarott unless you rid yourself of this repulsive feebleness infecting you.

 

His eyes moved to glare in abhorrence at the woman in the bed behind him.

 

Start with her.

 

Vegeta glowered at him as his body faded into nothingness. He whirled round and pulled the sensu bean from inside his glove. He grabbed the woman by her shoulder and pulled her up into sitting position, shoving the bean into her mouth and to the back of her throat.

 

“WAKE UP, WOMAN!” he yelled, shaking her by the shoulders.

 

 

 

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I was tired when writing this, is it obvious? That's probably the reason why the characters were asleep or tired for the whole of this chapter ^_^

 

Oh well, at least it's longer.

 

BTW, the italic he, his and him `s are not italic to give them emphasis, but so that you know that I'm not referring to Vegeta but to the person he is talking to. I don't want to give the person Vegeta is talking to a name, because I want you to make your own assumptions on who Vegeta is talking to. Not that it isn't obvious, but you might see why I decided to do this at the end of the story.

 

This chapter hasn't got a title because I couldn't think of one ^_^

 

Thanks so much to the following people;

 

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Jason E; Thanks, yeah the 10's motivated me! And about the socialising… well it was a Saturday yesterday and I spent most of it writing this chapter… Oh well! My friends'll wait for me! Thanks for your review, I'm glad you like this story!

 

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Oh yeah, I've got exams in three weeks so I'll have to spend a decent amount of time studying, sorry! But I decided that for every few hours I spend studying, I'll reward myself with some time on my computer, so hopefully it will not cause me a delay in writing the next chapter!

 

Well, till next time!

 

 

~Love of Vegeta