This story is dedicated to Saiyanivy and xXKimi2k5Xx. Saiyanivy, sorry for the long wait to see the revised version of this story and xXKimi2k5Xx, I hope you enjoy this as much as I know I will enjoy reading yours.


The weather outside just mimicked his emotions. He wished that he could cry like the rain fell from the sky, he wish he could wash away the pain but it was all there. There was nothing he could do to stop the pain. She was gone. She had just left. All those threats over the decades of having her at his side had finally come. How many times had she threatened to walk out if he didn't start caring? How many times had he left to spar and stay out late when she sat at the table eating alone? It was just so hard to comprehend now.

As he rolled over in his empty bed, exploring the forgotten or unwanted garments of Chichi on the floor, he recalled his final departure. He recalled telling her he would be home for dinner, he even recalled telling her he loved her. She hadn't replied, he had just thought that he had done something wrong again. When he returned though, she was gone. She had left the house clean; except the room, and the fridge was fully stocked, but overall, it seemed so pointless without her.

His friends had yet to find out that she was gone. He could bluff them awhile, telling them she was sick and he was going to stay home with her, or telling them they were just having a day in together. No one seemed to have grown suspicious yet but it was only a short time until someone would, it had already been a week.

Goku quickly sat up in bed and grabbed the bottle of prescription medication off of the bedside table. When Chichi was here, no one in the house would dare to have any medication for emotions, but with her away now…. Well he needed it.

He dumped to pills into his hand and quickly threw them back in his throat before putting the lid on and returning the pills to the bedside table. Sleep was easy to come after taking a couple of the anti-depressants; the curious thing was that the label didn't indicate that drowsiness was a side affect of taking the pills.

Guilt, hate, sorrow, lust, joy, love…. Fuck! These humans are so fucking pathetic. Vegeta growled under his breathe. He had picked up this book to humour Bulma, well not quite to humour her but it was a condition of him staying with her now that the divorce had been finalized.

His eyes continued travelling through the book reading pieces of it, most hate is based off fear and insecurities, pathetic, the ego represses the id, which contains all darkness, to achieve joy, moronic, 95 percent of all marriages and/or relationships are triggered from lust, not love, hilarious! The human species had outdone themselves! They had truly become more savage then Vegeta could ever imagine. He knew that most of them must've lied to each other to get them in bed. Anything for sex, was that really what the human's wanted? Not once had he ever said that to that woman he was married to, nor had she said it to him. They were in complete understanding, it was all for sex, nothing else.

With a loud snort he threw the book to the floor, he wished that Kakarrotto could see how pathetic human's truly were. He wished that that man would just let him kill off this pathetic species; he wished that the man would just give up!

With a quick yank of the cord, he turned off the light and rolled onto his side looking out the window. He would spar with Kakarrotto tomorrow; he wouldn't take another bullshit excuse about saving his marriage. He would go and drag that whimpering infant out by the ear if he had to.

It seemed like only minutes but he knew that he had been out for hours. He could hear everyone screaming downstairs, kind of a morning ritual. Sometimes he remained in bed and pretended to sleep; until that damned blue haired woman came in and woke him up, and other times, he would actually go downstairs and eat with the family. Today he decided to go and eat with the family.

He stood up and quickly pulled on a pair of plaid pyjama pants over his naked flesh and left his room shirtless.

"Mom! Have you seen my coat?" his daughter, Bura, screamed much to loud.

Vegeta snorted as he made his way down into the kitchen, this may have been a morning ritual but it was really more annoying then anything. Even on the weekend the girl could find something to yell about at seven in the morning.

"Oh you're actually up," Bulma said as she placed a plate of eggs, toast, home fries, and bacon as well as a cup of black coffee, "I wasn't aware that you existed before noon."

"With all this noise, who could sleep around here?" He snapped back bitterly before taking a quick sip of coffee.

"You normally," Bulma bit back equally as angry.

"I fake it."

"Apparently I did teach you something then," Bulma said turning away from him to hide the smile growing across her face.

Vegeta stood up and turned away from her, Kakarrotto would be up and ready to spar now, not that he really had a choice about it. It was either Kakarrotto or this woman would probably find her head through one of the walls.

He stood and made his escape in his pyjamas; Kakarrotto would have something that he could wear during their training and even if not, it was easier going as is then dealing with the aggravation caused by that damn woman. Once on the lawn, he launched himself off into the skies at full-speed. He would be at Kakarrotto's soon enough then he would feel better as he pummelled the other.

Upon arriving at the house, Vegeta knew that something was wrong. Usually by this time, that wench of Kakarrotto's would be making something in the kitchen but there was no scent of anything being cooked.

He slowly began to move around the house observing the small things. The grass was uncut and beginning to fill with patches of crab grass, the windows were unclean and showing dust, and the flowerpots in the windows were looking withered, as if no one was taking care of them anymore.

He moved back to the door and tried at the doorknob. It was unlocked. That wench would never have left the door unlocked, not even if she was sick and dieing, she was too strict about privacy and organization to let anyone who pleased into the house, although a simple lock would do almost nothing to keep him out.

He inhaled a heavy breath of the scents in the room; there was no scent of her, he could only smell the other full blood Saiya-Jin but there was something off with his scent; a bitter smell to it. It reminded him of the medication labs in the Capsule Corp's lab.

He began to climb the stairs and continued to look at the things around him. He noticed a couple of things were missing or at least they were out of place. He reached the top of the staircase and entered into Kakarrotto's room. There were clothes on the floor, the closet door was opened and empty, drawers from the dresser stood ajar with only a piece or two of clothing in them and the bed was unmade.

"The wench left him…." Vegeta said walking over to the bedside table and picking up the prescription bottle.

A growl rumbled in his throat as he held back the desire to crush the bottle in hand to dust.

With a large fish in hand, Goku entered the house through the backdoor, which lead directly into the kitchen. He felt warn out like he had only had an hour of sleep for the last week. His body was cramped up and it hurt everywhere to move. Worse was that all his senses had been off for the last little while, he had assumed that he was just to depressed to try anymore.

He threw the fish onto the table and slowly began heading upstairs to get a couple of his pills. They had begun to wear off, he could once again feel the hollowness returning to his chest, the unstoppable pain deafening his senses, he didn't want to hurt anymore.

He made it up the stairs and turned into the doorway of his room to see Vegeta laying on the bed with his pills in his hand.

"Kakarrotto," Vegeta said reading over the label again, it must have been close to a hundred thousand times that he had read that label and yet his desire hadn't faded.

"Vegeta…. What are you doing here?" Goku said narrowing his eyes, "I would appreciate if you left… I need to clean up before Chichi gets back; she said she would be home in a couple of hours.

Vegeta swung his legs over the side of the bed, "You didn't sense me, did you? You didn't hear me or smell me, you didn't have any idea that I was here, did you?"

Goku was stunned in place. He didn't, he still couldn't sense or smell the other, if he didn't see him now, then he still wouldn't know the he was here, "I did…. What does it matter anyways?"

"Did you know that our systems are far different from humans? That some medication that they take can be fatal to us? Can kill us without us knowing?" Vegeta said climbing to his feet, "We are far stronger then them but that's also a little bit of a weakness for us. Their medication could be like a slow poison. First it would kill off our sense, make us feel tired and weak, then it would start draining our ki; make us as weak as them, and if we didn't realise something was wrong then…." He vanished for a second and appeared in front of Goku, "we would probably end up dead."

Goku took a quick step back, "Vegeta, Chichi will be home soon, get out!"

"She's not coming back!" Vegeta screamed at the other, "Look around Kakarrot, her clothes are gone, the pictures of her and your sons are gone! The ones with you are still here, but she doesn't want those! She's not coming back, she's gone for good!"

Goku began slowly backing away from the other with tears slowly running down his face. He's wrong, she'll be back, she has to, I love her…

Vegeta watched as something in his chest began to hurt. It was so painful. Something he had never felt before. Burning almost. Had the fumes of the pills begun poisoning him? No.

"Kakarrotto, get your shit together," Vegeta growled harshly.

"No!"

"Kakarrotto, now! I am not going to let you poison and destroy yourself, you are coming back with me."

Vegeta had made an unsettling discovery. He had begun to feel like a pathetic human. He felt remorse for what was happening to the other… he was disgusted with himself.