INTRO- Having a family on a planet he was supposed to destroy was something Vegeta had never planned on doing, and the way it all turned out, it surprised him a little. But he had finally found it comfortable with them, and has even begun to enjoy it. But when Bulma begins to act suspicious, and Trunks starts to say some strange things about a 'new daddy,' he knows his world is about to shatter. Meanwhile, Goku is struggling with the possible death of a loved one. A shattering fear builds up every day, to the point when he knows he won't be able to go on without the dying family member. Just when he feels so vulnerable, it seems no one will help him with these unsettling emotions, they're too busy with their own lives. Vegeta feels the same amount of helplessness as he watches Bulma disappear every night, with no one to turn to, nary a shoulder to lean on in sight. Just when the breakdown happens, they both realize too late that all along there was someone right in front of them, but never acknowledged the possibility.

LITTLE NOTES- Not that it really matters, but I got the title/idea of this story from the song "Breakdown," by Alan Parson's Project . Another thing, this story actually started out as something very different, but that original story is going to be its Sequel. And the Sequel to that original story is going to be the Triquel. I thought that was something kinda funny… Enjoy

Oh one more thing. I know that the ages between Bulla and Trunks are bigger than this, but I changed it to my liking. GT never happened. Pan never existed, and I hope she burns in hell. I'd say this is about a year after whole Buu Saga thing.

WARNINGS!! Lots of swearing, possible sex moments. The whole kit and caboodle.

CHAPTER ONE- Mornings

"You wake him," Trunks whispered to his little sister as they eased open the bedroom door. "He won't yell at you, cuz you're a girl."

"Nuh uh. He'll still yell. I know cuz of the time he yelled at me for breaking his watch. 'Member?" Bulla said as they stood at the bed.

Trunks thought about this as he stared at Vegeta lying on the large bed. Even sleeping, he looked angry to Trunks, lips pulled down into a scowl, eyebrows in that V shape they always had. His fists were tightened onto the blanket, as if trying to strangle it. "Just do it. If he gets mad, we can leave. He won't chase us."

"How do you know?"

"Cuz he never did before, duh, stupid." Trunks punched his sister in the arm, causing her to squeal in protest. "Now do it!"

"Fine!" She whimpered, hesitantly crawling onto the mattress, which held their sleeping father. To Bulla, it felt as though she walking into a bear's cave, and attempting to wake the slumbering beast. With a heavy sigh of fear, she placed a hand on Vegeta's shoulder and shook him lightly.

Like a flash of lightning, Vegeta gripped Bulla's wrist and yanked her to him, one hand on her throat.

Trunks let out a yelp and ran from the room, leaving his sister behind in the bear's den.

"What were you two doing, snooping around?" Vegeta asked, letting his daughter go. "I could've killed you, dammit, Bulla. I thought someone had broken into the house."

Bulla wanted to cry, and was ready to do so, when her father surprised the both of them by embracing her into his arms. He stroked her hair, trying to calm her down. "Trunks put you up to this, didn't he?"

"N-No," she stammered, hugging her daddy back, as she tried to keep back the tears that threatened.

"Don't lie to me. I know that mischievous boy had something to do with this. That and I saw him run off like a frightened school-girl." Vegeta released her, but kept a hand on her wrist. "If you tell me, I'll make sure that brat doesn't hurt you, okay?"

Bulla nodded, and wiped the tears that had finally managed to fall down her cheeks. "H-He, said th-that you m-might take us to the p-park," she said, eyes darting left and right, to make sure her big brother wasn't waiting to throttle her for tattling.

"Alright. Go to the kitchen, and make yourself a bowl of cereal. I'll be down shortly," Vegeta said with a smile, kissing Bulla's forehead. He watched as she ran from the room, and padded down the steps.

She's going to be afraid of her own shadow before Trunks is done with her, Vegeta thought as left the bed. He noticed that Bulma wasn't beside him for the first time that morning. Must've had work to do. In the wardrobe, he found a pair of torn jeans and a worn-out black t-shirt.

After going to the bathroom, he left the bedroom and ran down the stairs too fast, and stumbled over his own feet. He fell down the thirty-two steps, and landed on his rear-end with a thud and oomph!

"You okay, hon?" Bulma asked, kneeling over him, her face in his.

"Of course I'm alright!" Vegeta snapped, using the railing to pull himself up. With a quick shake of his head, he was able to rid of the dizziness that span in his head.

"Right, of course," she said with a roll of her eyes, buttoning up her leather jacket. "Mr. I'm-Indestructible-And-I-Don't-Need-Anyone's-Help."

"When did I change my name?"

"Shut up, smart ass. Give me a kiss before I go."

Vegeta was happy to obey, for once. He locked her in a hug, and kissed her delicately, his lips gently brushing off hers, and then kissing so hard, she nearly fell over, as he rubbed her back, tracing his fingertips down her spine until they reached her ass. He let her go, with a smirk. "Good enough of a goodbye kiss for you?"

"It'll do," she replied breathlessly, her cheeks flushed, her aqua eyes swimming those inky black eyes of his. "I-um-better get going. Business meeting with Dad and some of his associates. I'll, um, be back when…" her voice trailed off as Vegeta held her hand in his, stroking her palm with his thumb. She shivered and shook his hand free. He's doing that on purpose dammit. Trying to get me to stay. "Bye," she said quickly, fleeing the house before she attacked him right there and then, in the living room on the couch.

Almost had her. Vegeta laughed as he ventured into the kitchen to find Trunks pestering his sister as she tried to make a bowl of cereal. Her hands shook as she struggled to pour the Lucky Charms into a pink bowl. "I know you told on me, Bulla! Wait until Mom and Dad leave-"

Vegeta snatched up Trunks by the collar of his shirt, who yelped in surprise. "What do you plan on doing to your sister, hm? Why don't you tell me what you have in mind."

"No! I, um, was only k-kidding, Dad. I was just, um, gonna give her one of my toys. As a surprise," Trunks said in fear, wriggling from the hand of his father.

"Well, well. Isn't that nice of you? But why wait?" Vegeta asked, dropping the brat on his tail. "Go and get it. Now." He added, putting some anger into his voice.

Trunks nodded and ran up the steps, stumbling over his own feet. Soon, he was back with a large, sparkly blue ball. It was big enough for even Kakarott (and Vegeta was pretty sure he would sit on it, if given the chance) to sit on, and would make a comfortable bed for Bulla, who was pretty small for her age. "Here, Bulla," he muttered, handing it over to his little sister.

"Th-Thanks," she stuttered, taking it from his hands. She looked up at her father, met his eyes, and smiled so genuinely cute, that Vegeta had to smile as well.

He nodded at her, and then turned his eyes to Trunks. "Let's go, brat. You're still in trouble. Upstairs. Now." He gave his son a little push, before winking at Bulla, and dragged poor Trunks upstairs, where he was sentenced to his room for a week(his toys, T.V, and video games were taken to make sure he's as miserable as can be) after receiving a spanking from his father.

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"Wake up, Daddy!! It's time to wake up!" Goten yelled as he jumped on the bed, forcing his father up.

Goku's eyes popped open and he let out a startled yell. "Oh, Goten, you scared me half to death!!"

"Yah, Daddy, you're up!" Goten embraced his dad, trying with all his might to squeeze the daylights out of him.

"Yes, I am," Goku laughed, wrapping an arm around the little boy, careful not to squish him. He looked around the bed. "Where's Mommy?"

"She went to Bulma's house, cuz she told Mommy that she didn't trust Uncle Veggie with the kids and asked her to watch them."

Goku stood to his feet, dangling his son from his hand. He wiggled his hand and laughed as Goten wriggled with it, determined to not let go. "Where're we goin'?"

"I wanna go spar with you, Daddy! So I can be strong just like you!" The little Sayian said defiantly, struggling to pull out of Goku's grip.

"Alright, Goat, I'll be out soon. Lemme get dressed and we'll spar after breakfast," Goku said, using his adoring nickname for his seven year old son.

"Okay!" Goten was gone in a flash, giggling and laughing as he left the room.

Goku smiled as he walked to the small closet he and Chichi shared. Inside was his traditional orange gi, of which he greeted with a grin. "Hello, friend. It's been awhile, huh?" He pulled on the outfit, and quickly detoured to the bathroom

Whistling as he pissed, Goku studied himself in the mirror, and saw the stubble around his chin and upper lip with a bemused expression. Has it been two years already? Wow, time sure has a way of sneakin' up on me. Gosh I'm getting' old…he thought, remembering how Vegeta had told him that A Sayian's facial hair grows every two years.

Once he was finished, he washed his hands, shaved off the stubble, and left the bathroom, still whistling.

In the kitchen, he saw Goten and Gohan sitting at the table, eating a plate of scrambled eggs. "Hey, you two. I hope you saved some of those eggs for your old man!" Goku mockingly threatened, stepping to the frying pan. Nothing was inside it except some burnt black and light yellow pieces.

"Sorry Dad," Gohan said with a shrug and smile. "Mom made just enough for us. She says you need to lose weight anyways."

"Yeah, right. She probably weighs more than me!" Goku protested, and instantly regretted saying it. More than likely, Goten is going to repeat that, no matter what I say. I'm dead; I might as well go and kill myself now to save her the trouble.

Gohan laughed. "Relax, Dad, I was just kidding! Here." His older son handed him a plate of eggs he had hidden.

"Oh," Goku took the food and laughed himself, scratching the back of his head. "Um, could you guys not tell your mother what I said."

"I won't, but I make no promises for Goat-Boy," Gohan said, taking his and Goten's empty plate and placing them into the sink. He stopped briefly at the sink, and started to cough.

Gohan felt the constricting feeling in his chest as he coughed into his hands, and the way his lungs burned. The painful sensation was short-lived, but he noticed the blood in his hands. He quickly wiped them on his jeans, making sure his father didn't notice. "Must be getting a cold, Dad."

"You never get sick," Goku teased, forking up his eggs onto a piece of toast he had managed to burn.

Gohan rolled his eyes as he leaned back against the sink, hands on the edges. "I get sick as easily as Vegeta gets agitated."

Goku laughed, spraying eggs and toast across the table, and in poor Goten's face. "Ha, that's a good one!" He chuckled, bending forward to wipe the mess off of his son's face. "Isn't it funny the way he says that?"

The Sayian teen laughed.

"Vegeta, you look upset today," Goku said in a mock-sympathetic voice.

"No, I'm just agitated," Gohan imitated the gravelly voice, folding his arms across his chest. "Now bug off, clown. I'm busy."

They both laughed, and Goten joined in too, though he didn't know what the fuss was all about.

Later that day, Goku made an offer to Goten. "Hey, Goat! If you wanna train so bad, how 'bout if we go and see if Vegeta wants to help?"

"Will Trunks be there, too?"

"You betcha!"

"Okay! Let's go!"

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Goku, and his two sons, drifted lazily in the hazy summer blue sky, passing through white puffy clouds, and feeling the heat warm their skin.

"Nice day, huh, kids?" He said, floating on his back, folding his hands under his head.

"Sure is, Dad," Gohan replied, copying his father's actions.

"Look, Daddy, a bird!" Goten shouted, and they both looked over at him. He was holding a small bird in his hand, black with a white belly.

"Put that down, Goten, it could have a disease," Gohan scolded. He stopped moving, and caught his little brother as he flew into his arms.

"He'll be fine, Gohan. It's just a bird." Goku looked over the bird, and smiled. "It's pretty."

"Dad, you don't know what kind of diseases-"

"You sound like your mother."

"Do not!"

"Yeah, you do- Don't eat off the floor, it's disease ridden! Don't touch the railing, it has bacteria on it!" Goku mimicked in a high-pitched voice. Goten laughed, still holding the little bird.

"Dad!"

"Dad!" He mocked; voice still falsetto. He flew off, Goten is tow, knowing his oldest son was getting ready to chase him.

Goten and his father laughed as they felt Gohan's chi race after them, top speed.