A/N: I can't believe I forgot to put this in the first chapter! This fic's influenced heavily by "Live" written by ~*Universe*~. Excellent fic about what happens when Piccolo comes down with a fatal disease. Just be warned, you'll DEFINITELY want some tissues on hand, but it's very well-written. Oh, and thank you for all the reviews (Especially to Caith ^_~)! I hope you enjoy!

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Falling of a Prince

By Chibichan

Chapter 2: "Bad News"

Disclaimer: Why do I even bother putting it in every chapter? We all know it's not mine, because if it was, I'd be making this story part of the show instead of posting it on FF.net... *Ahem* Insert standard disclaimer.

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Vejeta closed his eyes and sighed again, motioning for his children to sit down as well, "I've known what's wrong with me for several weeks."

"Why didn't you say anything?!"

"...You'll know why after you know what it is..." both of the teenagers nodded and he decided to continue, "There... really isn't a proper English translation, but in Saiya-go it's Gach Kaortous... Roughly translated... Brain Sickness."

"Brain...sick..." Bra choked up and couldn't finish the question. Trunks looked sadly at his sister and then at his father while trying to fight back his own tears.

"Yes... Even on Vejeta-sei we weren't sure what caused it, just that it... was fatal in every single case."

"Fatal?!" Bra cried out as the tears began streaming down her face. Vejeta didn't want to see her crying over him, so he quickly continued.

"How much time the victim has left depends on how much training he does. It can be anywhere from several weeks to seven months."

"Training? If you have a disease, why does TRAINING help it?"

"I'm a Saiya-jin with fighting in my blood... I don't know all the details about it, but training helps to build up more than just my muscles and ki. It helps keep my health in good condition... That's why those who don't train have worse health and therefore they die quicker. If I spend even more time training, then I can prolong it for months. Of course, if I trained every minute of every day, I might be able to prolong it for a year, maybe two. But it WILL catch up to me."

"Otou-san... you can't..." Bra shook her head wildly and stood up. She sobbed quietly for several minutes before she flung herself at her father, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

He normally would've pushed her away, but he decided against it. Trunks stood up and leaned against a tree, folding his arms and looking away.

Vejeta looked up at his son and frowned. He had noticed Trunks' rise in ki and how his breathing had deepened, and knew that the young boy was fighting back tears. His frown slowly turned into a smirk as something dawned on him.

-The brat's more Saiya-jin than I thought... He definitely got more of it than Bra...-

When Bra had collapsed into Vejeta's lap, exhausted, he took her into his arms and stood up. He took a few steps forward and looked at Trunks, who was staring at him.

Their gazes locked and Trunks couldn't take it, finally braking down and allowing several tears to fall down his face. Silently, they both lifted into the air and flew back to Capsule Corporation.

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Trunks stepped into the lab where he saw Bulma leaning over the keyboard, sobbing. He knew she had figured it out while they were gone, so he cleared his throat to alert her to his presence.

She spun around and looked at him with a defeated look on her face. He winced and took several more steps into the room. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Trunks, I've fou—"

"He told us."

"What?!"

"...He's putting Bra in her room right now."

"He knew...? And he didn't say anything?!"

"'Kaa-san..."

Bulma knew the question to her answer, but she was in a state of shock, so her mind wasn't working properly. Finally, she calmed down and turned around, closing her eyes.

-He knew he'd have to say good-bye...-

Trunks turned to the hallway leading into the infirmary where he saw his father walking towards them with his arms folded. Vejeta raised an eyebrow as Trunks quickly turned around and stared at the floor.

"Onna."

Bulma clenched her fists and was overcome by a wave of rage. She spun around, glaring at Vejeta. He stared at her, slightly surprised by her reaction.

"Vejeta!! You... BAKA!"

Vejeta narrowed his eyes as he watched her fume, obviously waiting for him to answer. When he remained silent, she scowled.

"Why didn't you tell us you were sick?!"

"Because I hadn't decided to tell you."

"WHAT?! You...You..." Normally, she would've unleashed a barrage of verbal attacks, but this time she couldn't bring herself to do it. She shook her head with tears falling down her face. Then, just as Bra had done, she flung herself at him and wrapped her arms around him, sobbing.

Vejeta almost rolled his eyes at how many people were crying over him. Trunks ran a hand through his hair and went to the kitchen, wanting time alone to think.

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Well, there ya go. More evidence of my obsession with Saiya-go. ^_^* Oh, hey, I couldn't come up with a good title for this one, so I just put down the first thing that came to mind. If you can come up with a better one, lemme know in a review (no sarcasm intended)!