Unexpected

By: Fallingsnow

Hello my fans! I'm sorry for the delay but I haven't been able to type anything. And so this is a new one and I thought I'd start with this. I know Vegeta is OC but it's just to fit the story. If you don't like it don't read there's no gun to your head. But please enjoy and leave reviews. Also if anybody can help me come up with a better title, I'd be much obliged. On to the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of DBZ!

Chapter one: Coming Home to Disaster

Furniture over turned and across the room, walls with holes and burn marks in them, flames in various parts of the house and smoke intoxicating the air, is what greeted Vegeta when he returned form his training in the mountains. He had seen the smoke from afar but never guessed it was his home.

"What the hell?" Vegeta walked into what was left of his house. There had definitely been a struggle. There was blood everywhere, on the walls, on the carpet, on the bookshelf. He followed the trail of blood from the kitchen towards his and Bulma's room. Anxiety began to build up with every step he took. Every step closer to their room would reveal what had happened to his wife and their one year old son, Trunks. As he stepped into their room he found it almost completely nonexistent, a big chunk having been blown away, leaving a gaping hole in the side of their home. Almost everything was destroyed. Even Bulma's lab was totaled. Vegeta paced around what was left of their room. His foot happened to step on, what would have previously been their bed, and heard a low moan emit from it. His heart began to race.

"Bulma?" He easily removed the debris and bed off her, stifling a gasp as it threaten to come out, at the sight of his wife's battered body. Her arm was covered with dried and fresh blood, the wound obviously a hole in her shoulder. Her legs seemed crushed by the weight that had been on them. A hole in her stomach bled gradually and a deep wound on the left side of her head. There were various wounds on her back, some from glass and others that seemed life whip lashes. He figured, by the amount of trouble she was having breathing and the amount of plod seeping from her mouth, that her ribs were cracked. 'It's a miracle she's alive' he thought, gently lifting her. The movement seemed to stir her and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Ve…Vegeta?" She reached up trying to confirm her question by touching his face, but it proved too hard a task and she let it fall limply on her stomach. Blood spilled more profusely from every wound on her body, making her clench her eyes shut from the pain, a low hissing escaped her parched mouth.

"Bulma, don't try to talk. I'm taking you to Kami's lookout."

"Ve…" she tried again, not finishing his name before she continued, "…they took…Trunks." Their son's name was barely above a whisper, as she fell into unconsciousness once more. Vegeta's anger peaked, but realizing Bulma need medical attention now, he used his anger to fuel his pace, racing off to Kami's lookout.

'Hold on Bulma. Trunks.'

TBC

Chapter End