Okey this is my first DBZ fanfic, hopefully you guys like it!

I really like it so far, and I really don't feel like any of the characters are OOC, like I said on the description, I feel like this is how Vegeta would act given the situation.

Well anyway I hope you guys like it!

A sudden feeling of utter terror washed over Vegeta, the saiyan prince as he brought his intense training to a complete halt, sprinted out of the GR and burst into flight, and straight into his own personal nightmare.

Just two hours earlier his mate and heir had left on one of the woman's useless errands again, and just as always he did not go, and as usual he closely monitored his family's life forces, but now he could barely feel his powerful sons ki and that of his woman.

"Trunks? Can you hear me?" he desperately called out for his son telekinetically, hopeful for a reply.

"Answer me boy!" Vegeta's own voice boomed through his mind and was laced with worry, not like his usual low yet stern and powerful tone.

"…Dad…"

"Trunks! Are you alright boy?" the prince could do nothing but hope that some how his senses were wrong and that his mate and child were safe and healthy… But his senses were never wrong.

"…. Dad… help… please…" the boys voice was weak and soaked in pain.

"I'm already on my way... Be strong my son…" it was hard for the saiyan to hear his normally cocky, and proud son's voice so strained, and weak. It was unfamiliar, and it scared him, which he did not like.

The prince landed at a heart wrenching scene. There was his woman's vehicle severally damaged, it had obviously been slammed into the guardrail by another vehicle and had flipped over the rail and rolled a few times over.

Vegeta could see the other car, the driver had long since passed on, not that the safety of the pitiful man matter to him since he had obviously caused the accident as the saiyan could smell the reek of alcohol on the corpse. Trying to subside his building rage the prince turned back to his wife's former air car.

The smell of his loved ones blood stained his senses, the prince just could not get himself to get closer as a fear the saiyan had never experienced crept over his entire body. It was new and bothersome to him, and he did not know how to handle this horrible fear taking over his ever thought. The two minutes he had been standing there frozen felt like hours until a small voice broke his terrified trance…

"…Dad…"

At the sound of his broken son, the saiyan quickly regained what composure he could and rushed to the wreck searching for the little 8 year old. He kept himself emotionless and unreadable as he searched, but once he found the boy…

Vegeta's entire facade shattered, and he became the terrified and panicked father that was hiding underneath. There was Trunks, his heir, his son, bloody and broken, pinned on his belly underneath the vehicle.

"Trunks!" the prince hurried to his boy, knelt down before him and reached for the little saiyan, but his hands just hovered over the child almost as if he was afraid to touch the boy when there was no response.

"Pull yourself together damnit! Your boy needs you to be strong right now, not a weak, emotional wreck! What is the matter with you!" Vegeta mentally slapped himself at letting this new found fear keep him from acting, every second counted right now, and by his count he had wasted three whole minutes in fear since he arrived at the scene.

"Trunks, can you hear me son?" the saiyan said to the injured boy as he slide one of his hands under the child's head and placed the other on his little banged up forearm, trying to offer whatever small amount of comfort that he could at that moment.

The boys eyes twitched at the physical contact he received, and slowly he fought to pull them open and see who was there to help him. "…You're here…. Dad…" his voice seemed even weaker than before, but he still had the strength to whip out a little half hearted smile.

"Yes boy. I'm here… can you not move the car?" Vegeta asked his son as he glanced at the boys lower back, where the metal started constricting his son's tiny body.

"… I tried… but I can't… move my legs.. I think their broken.. Dad… and I can't… shoot it… cause of… mom…"

"Oh Fuck, Bulma!" Vegeta once again mentally beat himself, he had been so trapped by those emotions that he had some how let the love of his life slip his mind. He wanted to ambush the vehicle and locate his woman, but first he had to free his son.

"Alright boy, I just want you to grasp my arm while I lift the car and pull you out. Can you do that for me?" the gentle but strong tone of his fathers voice sounded odd to Trunks, but it came natural to Vegeta who was currently trapped by the worried father side that hide underneath his stern exterior.

"… Yeah… just don't… move the.. car… to much… for… mom…" his father just nodded as the boy did as he was told and held onto his father's strong arm for dear life.

"Ok…1.. 2.. 3" and with that the prince lifted the mangled vehicle just enough pull free his heir. As he pulled the boy out, Trunks cried as quietly as possible at the pain he felt as his busted legs were freed.

Vegeta let the car down as gently as possible, as to protect his mate, than turned to his son and held the broken boy in his arms tightly and took in all of the injuries that were scattered over the little boys body. The saiyan's eyes stung as tears wanted to form but were being stopped. He would not cry. Especially not in front of his boy.

"… I'm sorry… dad… I wasn't… fast.. enough to… stop it… I didn't see… the car…" Trunks whined out, trying to hold back more tears, and grasped his fathers shirt hard, he hated knowing he had failed his parents.

"Don't apologize my son… there's nothing you could have done to predict this… Now dry your tears and just stay strong for me alright? I have to get your mother out." the prince hated having to leave his son in anyway, shape, or form, while the boy was so fragile, but it had now been five minutes, and he had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach about his mate, he knew he had to get to her.

"Its not your fault boy… I should have been here to protect you both…" the prince thought to himself silently, glancing at the car and back down to his battered son.

"…Just hold on boy." he said, Trunks nodded at his fathers request as he was gently set onto the ground. His father bolted to the wreckage, and began to tear it apart, in order to reach the shell of the woman that had once been the boys mother.

"Oh… Bulma.." the prince's voice was raw as he gently pulled his mate's body from the vehicle. The woman was critically injured, enough so that it seemed the saiyan may have been to late to save her.

Silently Vegeta knelt down and slowly cradled the broken woman in his arms. He studied every bit of her body, trying to pin point the worst of the injuries and calculate her percent of survival…

"…No… mom!.. Dad she's.. she's so hurt!" the young half saiyan cried out, his voice still so weak, but he still called to her as he tried to move himself closer to his parents.

"Stop now boy and close your eyes! Do not open them until I command you otherwise!" Vegeta's words sounded forceful and cold, but he knew that with Trunks lack of self control, that the sight of his mother like that could push him over his own limit, which could result in the death of his son.

Trunks glued his eyes shut, and stopped his attempts at movement, but his sobs did not stop. "Dad I.. I don't think… she's breathing…" he tried to keep calmer than before, but inside he was falling apart

The prince had realized the lack of oxygen and a heartbeat in his mates system moments before the boy and was already working on it. He placed his palm flat on the woman's chest and began to send small pulse's through her body, hoping that may jump start her heart again

"Come on woman…" the saiyan begged her as he made the pulse's a bit stronger. "…You can't leave us yet…" he was slowly losing the little bit of composer he had left. "…We need you Bulma…. I need you!" Vegeta cried out for her with pain soaked words, as his body started to tremble. He was not ready to lose her, not now, not this way.

The now broken saiyan prince finally let one innocent tear slip through he's shattered powerful exterior, and as if on cue his mates heart thumped in her chest, and her eye's shot open for a few seconds as she gasped for air heavily, but immediately she began to cough hard and spit up blood.

"Bulma!"

"Mom!"

The two saiyan's could not contain the small wave of relief and happiness that washed over them at the sound of her heart beat, but Vegeta that there is no way that his woman was out of the woods yet.

"Bulma, if you can hear me, just hold on" he told her softly as he gently stood up, the broken woman held close to his chest, and to his surprise Bulma did slightly respond by laying her fragile hand on his chest, and leaning her head into him.

"Alright son its not going to be a comfortable flight, but I'll be swift. Keep your eyes shut tight." the prince told Trunks as he tried to gently pick his son up as well, and lay the boy with his mother in his arms.

Trunks did cry out a bit, as hard as he tried not to. This wasn't fair he was just a young boy whether or not he had some saiyan blood in his veins. "Its ok to let it out son, I know it hurts…" Vegeta tried to soothe the boy as he noticed the inner struggle his son was having, the boy silently nodded as the tears fell.

Within seconds of Vegeta's take off toward the hospital both Bulma and Trunks had slipped into unconsciousness. "Please… just hold on…"

Awe poor Vegeta! I promise I wont make him suffer long.

I love this family to much to make them suffer ;]

I really hope you guys are liking it so far!