Chapter One: News, broken glass and blood

Vegeta stood staring out the window, his back to the room. His arms were crossed, his eyes unseeing, the glittering lights of West City below him, as the sun set. It was a beautiful setting, but Vegeta did not care for such things at this moment. On the table behind him was his cellphone, now silent. A few minutes ago, he had just ended a call, in which he had found out that his wife Bulma, his wife for twenty years, was dead. Killed in a car crash. Instantly. Along with Chichi and Yamcha. He sensed Kakarot arriving in the room.

"I'm sorry Vegeta, I just heard." Vegeta said nothing, but he dipped his head slightly to show that he had heard the other saiyan, his only friend. Goku took a step closer. Vegeta lifted his head.

 "It's ironic really." said Vegeta, not turning around.

"What's ironic?"

"Last week I confronted her about her unfaithfulness to me. She was sleeping with that trash Yamcha. I could smell his stench all over her, masking that scent of hers that I loved so much. I found male clothes that weren't mine in my cupboard. Unexplained disappearances on Bulma's part. Suspicious phone calls. She confessed, and we fought. Horribly. I called her terrible things, she told me that I was such a terrible husband that I drove her into the arms of another man. She wanted a divorce, and I yelled at her, calling her selfish, cheap, a slut. We stopped talking to each other after that. I didn't get to say good bye to her. I DIDN'T GET TO SAVE OUR MARRIAGE!" he exploded, slamming his right fist through the glass of the window in his anger.  The glass snagged on his skin and sliced through it, opened his arm and broke off in his flesh. He drew his arm back, did it again in another part of the window and again, leaving three holes, then let it fall to his side, and allowed the blood to drip to the floor. He closed his eyes, and forced back the tears. He would be damned if he let Kakarot see his tears.

 "Vegeta…"

"Leave me alone, clown. I don't need your pity." In his grief, he could only think of himself, and only knew how to be defensive. In all honesty, he didn't know how to deal with the situation, and abusing Kakarot seemed to help. He held up his damaged arm and started pulling out shards of glass, wincing as each piece came out, feeling like jagged daggers.

 "Just get the hell out of here, before I send you to join my wife in the next dimension." Despite Bulma's unfaithfulness, a part of Vegeta still cared deeply about her.

"My wife died too, I'm also hurting Vegeta. You're not the only one." Then his voice dropped a little. "Even though she was cheating on me with Yamcha too. I also never said good bye to Chichi. I never found out why she didn't love me anymore. I came here to ask if  you want to go with me to Namek and wish them back with those dragonballs." Vegeta pulled out the last shard glass and set it down on the windowsill with the other six pieces. His blood seemed to shine in the half shadows of the room. He studied his wounds, now bleeding profusely, his arm full of criss-crossing cuts and tears, the blood falling onto the floor.

 "We'll go in the morning Kakarot. I'm going to go tell Trunks and Bra." Vegeta turned around to face Goku, his face impassive, only his eyes revealing any kind of pain, emotional or physical. He walked slowly across the room, as though every step drained him, as though he was dreading telling his children about their mother's death. They knew all about her infidelity, and about the divorce that Bulma had demanded. They were angry with her for what she had done to their father, but that didn't mean they hated her forever. She was their mother after all. Goku stepped in front of Vegeta and put his hands on his shoulders, forcing him to stop. Vegeta looked up and snarled.

 "What do you want?"

"You're not going anywhere until that arm is sorted out, Vegeta. I won't let you go to your kids in that state. The last thing they need is to watch you bleed to death while dealing with what happened to their mother. Come with me to the sick bay, and we'll sort it out." Vegeta didn't say anything. What could he say? He had to admit that Kakarot was right. And he could only give in to that soothing voice, which he needed right now. He nodded once, then turned his face away from Goku.

Vegeta was sitting on the examining bed while Goku cleaned and disinfected the wounds, then wrapped a clean bandage around the cuts. Vegeta watched Kakarot's face the whole time. He was busy concentrating on doing the best he could, and Vegeta looked away quickly when Goku stepped back to admire his work. "There, perfect!" Vegeta stepped off the bed and flexed his fingers, then looked at Goku. His eyes thanked him, because he would never admit it.

 "It's good that the cuts weren't deep, and at least you didn't cut any tendons."

"You should have been a nurse Kakarot."

"Nah, not enough sparring."

"Speaking of which, after I talk to Trunks and Bra, do you want to spar for a bit? I need to keep my mind off things."

"Of course. I'll just tell Goten that I'll be home late."

Vegeta walked to the door, then he stopped. He turned around and faced Goku.

"You can stay here if you want. And Goten too. This place is big enough. You don't have to if you don't want to, but the offer is there. You can have any room on the twelfth floor. Besides, I could use the company."

"Thanks Vegeta, that would be great. And it would make Goten happy."

"Well, whatever. I'll find you as soon as I've told the kids." Then with a shadow of a smile, he left.

As he expected, Trunks was upset. Vegeta assured him that he would bring her back with the Namekian dragonballs. He told Bra that mommy was on holiday, and would be back soon. She didn't need to know the details. She was only eight after all. It was a concept she could understand. Trunks was comforted by the dragonballs, and seemed to be okay. He was still intensely angry with her for hurting his father so deeply. Goten arrived, and Vegeta left the two friends together, and went off in search of Kakarot.

He found the other saiyan on the lawn. Goku was busy stretching, and smiled when he saw Vegeta coming. Vegeta looked at the ground, his hands in the pockets of his black tracksuit pants. Goku flicked onto his feet and walked over to Vegeta.

"Need to talk?"

"No, I need to fight! I don't want to think about anything anymore! I don't want to think about Bulma!"

"Then try catch me!" Goku blasted off and disappeared, a white streak over West City, heading out over the sea. Vegeta smirked.

 "That clown will not outsmart me!" then he turned super saiyan two and chased after him, his mind switching to battle mode, all thoughts other than fighting dampened and blotted out.

Well, that's one chapeter, let me know if you want more, but I'll keep posting, unless it really isn't good enough! Thanks to Vegeta's Saiyan Angel, for posting my first ever review! I feel all warm and tingly! Thanks also to Rena Sama, for being a major inspiration. And now, it's just a rehaul of this story, it was terribly cluttered, so I'm doing repairs.