Vegeta's Pain

This is my first fic, so please send back any comments on what you think.

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Disclaimer: I do not own anything dbz and will not for the rest of this fic.

A/N: Vegeta may be oc

Cahpter1: The Realization

"Vegeta! Please, you're taking this the wrong way." Bulma pleaded.

"Bulma I'm trying to make a living for this family, and yet you see my constant training as a burden for you. I'm working my ass off for you and Trunks, you could show a little gratitude!" Vegeta snarled.

"Vegeta all I'm asking is that you try to make a little time for us, we don't care if you're the number 1 ranked fighter in the world, we just want you to be a loving father and husband." Bulma replied, softening her tone.

"You don't care, you don't care! I'm doing this all for you, so you can say your married to the best fighter in the world, so I can bring the first place pure to my family, and frankly Bulma, I care if I'm the number one ranked fighter in the world, I don't want to be embarrassed at the next world tournament like last time"

"Vegeta, you need to get over your ego, you know as well as I do that your not fighting for us, I make enough money for our family, you're just fighting to feed your selfish ego, so I don't care how bad your embarrassed." Bulma stated deviously.

"Fine Bulma, it's obvious that you don't care about my happiness at all." Vegeta said as he reached for his jacket and opened the door to leave.

"Where are you going!?" Bulma questioned.

"I'm going out, I can't stand to be near you right now, and you should be bloody thankful if I come back!" Vegeta yelled as the door slammed shut behind him.

"Screw you Vegeta." Bulma murmured to herself as she went to finish the dished.

Vegeta walked along the path through the forest, it was very peaceful at night, a wonderful place to calm down. He came here often when he and Bulma had arguments. He knew he couldn't stay mad at her for long, but it bothered him immensely that she seemed to take all of his work for granted. He did know however that he fought purely for himself, but shouldn't she encourage his hobbies instead of trying to break them. He knew he should train less, for the sake of the relationship, but he couldn't, he had his pride to defend, after what happened last time

"Here we are folks at the finals of World Tournament 2004!" The commentator proclaimed cheerfully. "Our finals this year consist of two talented fighters, Vegeta, and the Great Saiyaman, this should be a fairly equal fight, but Vegeta is the favorite right now."

"I've got this one in the bag" Vegeta thought to himself as he stretched for the match that awaited him. "I know I can beat Gohan, he's just a kid, surely I should have no trouble."

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for some action!" The commentator shouted as the crowd reacted wildly. "Well then let's get it started. Fighters ready, FIGHT!"

At this Gohan and Vegeta began their match, however, something went wrong in Vegeta's mind, and all he could think was that this man he was fighting was the son of Kakarot, a man that had defeated him before.

"How can I beat him, he is the son of Kakarot, he will be powerful, maybe, maybe I can't defeat this boy." Vegeta thought to himself as intimidation overcame his body, and he felt as though he couldn't move.

As he was imagining his own defeat Vegeta was unaware as Gohan came rushing towards him with a furious kick to the head. Everything went black for a second in Vegeta's mind. He came to lying outside of the ring, as he regained his hearing, he heard the crowd chanting:

"ONE HIT, ONE HIT, ONE HIT!"

Vegeta had been defeated by one hit, the most embarrassing thing to happen to fighter. He flew away in shame, and he hasn't stopped training since the day.

"Damn you, Gohan!" Vegeta screamed as it echoed back to him. It was painful for Vegeta to think of. However he knew he couldn't take his embarrassment out on Bulma, she was just looking out for the good of the family. He had been training an awful lot, he hadn't spoken to trunks in four days, and He knew he should go home and apologize.

Back at Vegeta's home, Bulma was just finishing cleaning up. She walked into her son's bedroom, to make sure he was sleeping. Trunks was such a peaceful sleeper, so cute in his innocence lying there. Bulma kissed him on the forehead and left the room. She sat down on the couch with a book and began to read. Soon she heard a knock at the door.

"Forget It Vegeta, You can sleep outside for all I care!" She screamed, assuming it was her husband returning.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

"Vegeta I'm not letting you in, you hurt my feelings, and it'll take me longer than a couple of hours to forgive you." Bulma stated smugly.

There wasn't another knock for about 30 seconds, when a crashing sound echoed through the house, as the door was kicked in.

"What the hell are you doing Vegeta!" Bulma screamed as she headed for the door. She gasped when she saw not her husband in the doorway, but two men in ski masks, with pistols.

"Where is it lady!" The first man Screamed as he grabbed Bulma by the neck and held her to the wall.

"I'll search the place; it's got to be hear somewhere." The second man said as he began tearing apart the living room.

"What's going on out hear, AHHHHGGGG!" Trunks fell to his knees after the bullet had pierced his flesh. And he was soon dead.

"Well that's what he gets for spooking me hehe." The second man snarled.

Bulma stood there in shock, as tears flowed relentlessly from her eyes. "You Assholes!" Bulma Screamed in complete rage as she manage to grasp a baseball bat Trunks had left in the walkway. She bashed the man who held her in the head and made a beeline for the man who had shot her son. She swung violently as the man reached out his hand to catch the baseball bat.

"Silly girl" He snickered as he pointed the pistol towards her forehead.

Vegeta rounded the bend leading to his house. He stood in shock as he looked at the broken down door, he rushed towards the door.

"BULMA! TRUNKS!" Vegeta walked into the living room. He gasp, as the sight in front of him brought tears to his eyes, he felt weak all of a sudden, and he fell down to his knees over the lifeless bodies of Trunks and Bulma. Vegeta stood up, in a fit of rage and sorrow he began prowling the area for evidence, he soon came across a wallet, the murderers must have dropped it. He looked inside to find the identification of Orson White. A human man. With that Vegeta realized, the human race is a pitiful one. He remembered why he had come to the planet to begin with. To destroy them. He had lost sight of that goal many of years ago, but now his rage was again at full power. His lust for revenge became overpowering. And not only revenge for the ones responsible for the death of his family, but for every human, all of the chanting beings at the tournament, anyone one who ever made a smart remark to him. Vegeta had lost faith and trust in this species, and he will now eliminate them. "I'll get my revenge." Vegeta managed to snarl through the tears.

Meanwhile, the criminals had accomplished their mission. They had managed to steal the blueprints for a secret invention that Bulma had been working on. Android X.