Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tortured Spirit ❯ A Visitor ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter One: A Visitor

He was thrown down ruthlessly from his position in the air when the gravity simulator, with its amazing ability to find just the right time, broke down, causing him to come crashing to the ground where he now lay, breathing heavily. Looking around for the source of its distress, he found that it had been himself who caused it when he saw the scorched remains of the control panel. Snarling with rage, the saiyan lifted himself to his feet.

Now the gravity room would be down for at least a week before the onna could find the time to get around and fix it. He knew that she was busy with those retards from the United States who wanted nothing more than to have the rights to use her inventions for space travel. After all, his mate was a genius. And her space ships were the fastest in the universe.

Wanting nothing more than a good shower and then bed now that the simulator was broken, Vegeta grabbed a towel from the handy little rack Bulma had insisted in putting there and flung it around his neck before entering the house. He glanced at the clock on the microwave on his way by the kitchen and noted with a grimace that it was 3:43 AM. Bulma was not going to be happy.

Climbing the stairs was always a tedious task after a long night of training. Each grueling step was pure agony on his already shot legs and he had to stifle tiny grunts as he climbed. With a sigh of relief, the saiyan's foot finally hit the top step. Continuing forward he noticed flashes of light coming from Trunks' room so he altered his course and went there instead.

Trunks, who's face was mere inches from his bright TV screen, did not notice his fathers wide frame in his door way until the older saiyan spoke up.

"You'll ruin your eyes like that, boy."

Visibly startled, the hybrid jumped up into a fighting stance before his tired mind could compute what was really going on. Vegeta laughed at his son's expense and trunks calmed when he noticed who it was.

"Don't do that!" Trunks growled clearly embarrassed at being caught off guard. "You scared the shit out of me dad!"

Vegeta scowled, and Trunks placed a hand over his mouth. "What have I told you about cursing?"

Trunks' eyes sought out something interesting to look at on the floor. "Never to do it while Mom's in the house?" The boy offered hopefully.

"That's right."

"But Dad, she's asleep!"

"Or is she?" Vegeta grinned wickedly when his son's eyes darted to the dark corners of his room, looking for any blue haired spies who might jump out and steal his precious game boy away from him. "Remember kid, she hears everything."

The young saiyan nodded before stifling a huge yawn. "Your ki was keeping me awake, Dad."

"Well I'm done now so it's time for you to get in bed. Your mother won't be too happy when you collapse and your face ends up in your cereal in the morning."

Grinning at the thought of his mother wailing that her `baby boy has died', Trunks crawled into bed, pulling the covers around him.

"Good night, Dad." He whispered, before falling into a blissful sleep.

Vegeta smiled at his son before nodding and closing the door behind him. He continued to walk down the hall towards his and Bulma's room but he spotted a door to his left and stopped, considering it. Deciding that his bed could wait, he made his way towards the door and opened it, his nose wrinkling at the sweet scent that wafted out from this particular room.

At the far end of the room, lay his daughter in her little white crib. This was his pride and joy.

Reacting to her father's presence, the babe stirred, a small smile forming on her tiny lips, but continued to sleep. Vegeta felt his heart skip a beat when she did this as he leaned over the railing of her crib. While he was roaming the galaxy, killing and destroying, he had felt that nothing would ever tame him and that he would be a monster forever. Now he found himself to be badly mistaken as he beamed down at his perfect daughter.

Unconsciously, his hand came down towards his daughters, and he extended a finger which she grabbed and squeezed with all her saiyan might. He smiled. She was defiantly his. If that blue furry tail didn't say so then her unnatural strength did.

Still smiling, the saiyan unwrapped the tiny hand from his finger and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Deciding not to make any more stops, he finally made it to his own room, where Bulma's snores shook the walls. He tiptoed past the bed, careful to not wake his sleeping mate, and succeeded in entering the bathroom without trouble. Holding his breath nervously, he slowly closed the door.

Letting out the held breath with a great `whoosh' the exhausted saiyan proceeded to undress and turn on the hot water at full blast, noticing for the first time how loud it was in the silent house. Straining his saiyan ears against the sounds of the shower, Vegeta listened for any change in Bulma's thunderous snores and hearing none, stepped into the burning spray with a sigh.

He let himself fall to his knees as the water soothed his aching muscles. His training had been going fairly well until that damn gravity room broke down. He was a super saiyan no doubt, but now that Kakarot was back, his territorial instincts had taken hold, causing him to train more and harder. He wanted to claim his title as prince. The legends had always told of a saiyan who was undefeatable in battle, ruthless in heart, and cunning in mind. Oh Vegeta could be ruthless and cunning, but the undefeatable part was what he failed to accomplish. Every time that brain damaged third class retarded son-of-a-bitch beat him, a little sliver of his sanity was cut away from his limited supply, and he ended up close to death many times as he trained at fatal levels.

Vegeta growled. No matter how much he pushed himself, no matter how much torture he made his body endure, there was always someone who was two steps ahead of him. First there had been Frieza. He had trained so hard to become stronger than that doll-faced fucker, but who had ended up defeating him? Kakarot. He had literally almost killed himself in preparation for the android storm and who had killed Cell? Kakarot's brat! A fucking eleven-year-old boy! It was humiliating beyond all reason!

Still snarling with disdain, Vegeta turned off the water and stepped out into the bathroom, where, being to lazy to towel himself dry, he powered up sending the droplets flying. He stopped suddenly, listening, his brows knitted together in confusion. The entire house was silent.

None of Bulma's snores shook the windows no cries from Bra were ringing through the house and no roaring or barking or meowing could be heard from the numerous animals the Briefs owned. Even Trunks was silent when he usually snored as loud as his mother. Vegeta's heart rate started to rise as his ears, reacting to the silence, started to ring.

The house was never this quiet.

Turning to the sink, the shaken saiyan turned on the cold water and started to splash it over his burning face. `I must be losing my mind' he thought desperately not understanding why he was reacting so strangely to complete silence. He let the water slide slowly down over his dark skin before lifting his eyes to the mirror above the sink.

Releasing a horrified wail Vegeta fell over himself and into the tub behind him where he lay, his eyes wide and his heart racing. He jumped when the door to the bathroom flew open and a worried Bulma bolted in her eyes frantic. When she spotted Vegeta sitting with his arms wrapped tight around his shaking knees, blood trickling slowly down the back of his neck, her features became even more crazed.

"Jesus Christ, Vegeta what the hell happened?!" Grabbing a towel, she knelt beside him in the tub, and pressed it against the back of his head where it had no doubt split, trying to stop the flow of blood. When he only continued to stare at the mirror above him, she grabbed his chin, turning his face towards her. "What happened, Vegeta?"

After those three words were uttered, the saiyan seemed to snap from a trance. His hand came back to where the towel Bulma held was slowly turning crimson with blood and felt around noting the warm liquid with a grimace.

"I-I just fell." He said quietly, his eyes lowering in shame. "Yeah…I tripped and fell."

It sounded to Bulma as if he was trying to convince himself of it more than her, but she shrugged it off. Getting up, she offered him her hand and he took it gratefully. As they passed by the mirror, Vegeta gave it one terrified glance and saw with a sigh of relief, only his own chalk white face.

Not someone else's.

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TBC. What had Vegeta seen? Tell me what ya think!