Abyss

By Lilith-Shii

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. Oh, I wish I did.

A/N: This will be my first fanfiction that I might actually write the first half with pure action. I'm never one to write one, my first try was in Chapter Seven of Emotions, when Chibi Trunks fought Majin Buu in his dreams. So, why not give it another shot in this one? So, enjoy!

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Chapter Three: Brawl

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Vegeta finally landed on the spot of the outer desert where is son stood. The boy was crazy, but Vegeta merely smirked. He wanted this to happen so that he could prove to his son that he wasn't a coward, and he was the dominant male of the household. Vegeta cracked his knuckles, and peeled his shirt off. He threw it against the winds that began to blew against them. The boy was already bare-chested, only wearing his pajama pants. His looked into his son's eyes. He only felt the cold brink his son was on. That made him smirk.

"You can't back out of this now."

"Don't worry. I won't."

Vegeta grinned, feeling his body pump adrenaline into his veins as he powered up. His black flames of hair swirled, turning into an almost metallic gold. His cold, onyx eyes turned into a soft teal color, but his eyes didn't seem soft whatsoever. Trunks did the same, his short, lavender hair swirled against the parallel wind and flew straight up to turn into the same metallic gold. His glass blue eyes turned into the soft teal color; Trunks smirked at his father. He moved into his fighting stance without a single hesitation in thought. Vegeta did the same, and looked into his son's eyes.

Who was going to make the first move?

Without a single thought, they both launched at each other. The dust kicked up around them as the first punch was thrown. BAM! Vegeta's fist slammed hard against Trunks' cheek, and Trunks' fist had slammed against his father's. From the corner of their eyes, they both glared at each other, and took to the sky. Trunks pulled his fist back, and threw a punch at Vegeta's stomach, only to feel the cool 'woosh' of air against his fist. He turned, to get his face kicked by his father. Trunks spun around, and shot a ki blast at his father who quickly disappeared. He turned, muttering curse before he choked on his own spit.

He looked below him to see his father, smirking below him. His fist deep in his gut. Trunks spat up, but growled furiously. He turned, and grabbed Vegeta by his hair, and slammed him into the ground. He grinned, definately knowing where to go with this. He floated above his father, and flew fast, dragging his face along the ground.

Vegeta grunted when his face 'literally' kissed the ground and then some. He managed to slam the heels of his hands into the ground and stop himself. He grabbed Trunks by the wrist, and without a single hesitation squeezed tight. Trunks howled in pain, and tried to fight back against his father by doing repeated blows to his father's back. Vegeta simply grinned as he manage to make his body hover over the ground below. He pulled Trunks under, and slammed him into the ground.

"What are you trying to prove?" Vegeta spat, and had a death grip on his son's now broken wrist. "I'm not weak, dammit! You should now that!"

"You will always be second best.." Trunks hissed, and shoved his father away with his free hand. Vegeta stood up, and narrowed his eyes. The anger that was brewing up from the deep pits of his chest was going to release any moment. He could feel it.

"What did you say...?"

"YOU'RE WEAK!" Trunks yelled, and stood up. "Not physically, but mentally! You're a coward also! Look at you! You favor your second child, but not your first! You call her your 'little princess', but never called me, 'You little Prince'! What am I to you? Your fucking mistake?" He snapped, which made Vegeta flinch.

"Is that what you're mad about..?"

"That's beyond it. I was scared, father. These flashbacks confused me, and terrified me. I was confused and dazed, and I seeked out for you to help me! And you didn't."

"I was going to help-"

"DON'T LIE!" Trunks hissed, and shot a ki blast at his father's chest. Vegeta lifted his forearm, and slammed the ki blast away from himself quickly.

"I'm not lying!" Vegeta bellowed, and for a flash second, Trunks lost sight of his father, until he felt the air being taken from him. He managed to look around to see his father, holding him up by his neck. "You tell me, is this really why are being like this...? Over simple sibling jealousy?"

"That...And the fact you suck at being a father! I rather have Goku be my father than you." Trunks sneered, and laughed.

Vegeta had had it. He held a ki blast at his son's face, and grinned, "My only son. So genuine, so brave. That's how I'm going to remember you by."

Trunks' eyes widen as he breathed in to take in the next thing he thought he was going to feel. He closed his eyes tightly, and...Wait a minute...He opened his eyes slowly to feel the air returning back to his lungs. He found himself staring at the figure who held his father by the wrist with a menancing way. His faher's eyes were wide with shock as he uttered the name of the savior.

"Kakarot..."

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Goku narrowed his eyes, his own onyx eyes staring into the teal ones of his former rival. He couldn't believe what him and his son, Goten, had teleported to. He felt flaring kis when they were at home, Goku didn't want to ignore it, but the most confusing part was when Bulma had called, frantically asking if Trunks or Vegeta was there. Goku remembered staring at his wife when she held a look of horror on her face.

She looked towards Goku, and whispered, "She's telling me something bad might of happened."

Goku was taken back, and couldn't respond in any way or form, before he could say anything Goten piped in, "What?"

Chichi held the phone close to her ear, and continued. "She said when she was going to put Bra down for her nap, that she found her screaming and crying. She kept repeating, 'Daddy is going to hurt Trunks!'"

"Why?" Goku finally asked, and stepped forward.

"Bulma doesn't know. She's telling me that Bra said that her daddy looked mad."

"I'm going to go, Chi."

"I'm coming too."

"Goten, you - "

"He's my best friend, dad. I doubt this fight is one-sided." Goten said, his eyes showing how serious he was about going. Goku looked at him, and nodded. He placed his index and middle finger against his forehead, while Goten grabbed his shoulder. They both teleported in the direction of the kis.

Goku held onto Vegeta's wrist, his fangs bared as he pulled him back further from his son. He watched as his young son, Goten, pulled Trunks into a standing position, and took hold of his shoulder, just in case he was going to take the opportunity to strike the Prince. There was silence, only the sound of panting through the air from both battered fighters. Vegeta powered down, and pulled his wrist away from Goku, and growled at him.

"Don't touch me."

"What's going on here...?"

"The boy challenged me. I'm only simply giving him what he wants." Vegeta snapped, and turned abruptly to avoid eye contact with everyone else.

Goku looked back at Trunks, who also powered down from his Super Saiya-jin state. "Trunks, what's wrong...?"

Trunks didn't answer, he only glared at Goku with the same intensity as Vegeta's. Goku couldn't help but to flinch. Whatever happened, these two weren't taking it lightly. Goten released Trunks from the hold, knowing that his friend has concealed his insane attacks on his father. Goten was just as confused as Goku. They both showed up on an unexpected scene and were both denied of information of what was going on.

Vegeta closed his eyes for the moment when he replayed the scenes in his head. Was all of this dreams about Frieza screwing with this boy? He has never felt such...intense, burning hate from his son. In fact, his son never showed hate towards him in his eyes. There were times he was mad, but hate...? Never. And the another thing that popped up to the scene was this insane jealously between him and Bra...It was true in a way, that Vegeta was favoring Bra more than Trunks since she is the youngest and in fact, his princess.

From the corner of his eye, he watched his son glare at him. Vegeta's lips twitched at this, not knowing his his own lips were trying to form a smirk or a frown at this point. Vegeta turned, facing Trunks. Goku and Goten perked when the Prince had finally faced his kin. They both held in their breath, unsure what was going to happen next.

"Are you making up these dreams...?" Vegeta asked, his voice was cold and emotionless. Goku stared for the moment, unsure of what Vegeta meant by that.

"What?" Trunks growled, and stepped forward. Goten felt Trunks ki slowly rising, knowing that Trunks might start the fight, he stepped closer, ready to grab him if he launched.

"Are you making these damn dreams up?" Vegeta snapped, and stepped forward. "Are you doing this just to get attention, brat?" He snarled, and curled his fists. "If you are, it's not funny." He said, his voice lowering into a darker state. "Not at all."

"I'm not!" Trunks barked, and attempted to launch forward, but Goten grabbed ahold of his shoulders. Goten held onto his shoulders as tight as he could so that he couldn't go after the threatening Prince. "Why would I make this up?"

"Because you want attention, and you're getting the worse way yet!" Vegeta's hands curled even tighter, his knuckles cracking at the intensity. Goku moved forward a little, until Vegeta turned and bellowed, "You dare touch me again, I'll break both of your hands!"

"I'm not looking for attention!" Trunks screamed, grabbing the attention of both warriors. "I'm telling you the damn truth! Freiza is haunting me in these damn dreams! I can't even daydream without him appearing! My head hurts everytime I'm about to collapse, I get these images of your life on his ship! The one when you first entered his ship, when you told Nappa about the women in your bunk, you told Freiza that you didn't want them around you, and Zarbon kicked the living crap out of you...All of it! And you know what, I am jealous of Bra. You act like she is everything you wanted, while you never even looked at me as a baby, I was your mistake, admit it, I was your-" There was a pause. Goku blinked, seeing that Trunks was staring at Vegeta, his skin went pale as his eyes were blank. His eyes rolled back into the back of his head, as his body collapsed backwards into Goten's arms.

"Trunks!" Goten shouted, and held onto his best friend, and looked at his father in panic. Goku stared, his eyes wide as he looked at Vegeta who stared just as haunted as he did.

"Vegeta..."

"Kakarot. To Capsule Corp. NOW!" He snapped, and blasted through the air without a single hesitation. Goku nodded, and looked at Goten, who nodded back, and propped Trunks into his arms bridal style so that he could carry him. Both of the Son kins blasted through the air, flowing the Prince closely behind.

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The villagers ran to the closest place of salvation they could find. They slammed the door quickly, looking for a place to hide. They hushed the little children that cried and whimpered at the destruction that was happening outside. Their unusal coloring from green to yellow hoped not to catch the sight of those who were destroying the planet. The women held their children close, their dirty dark red hair that covered the children from the images that laid beyond them. The men held onto their sharp spears, curling their long fingers over their spears while their nails scrape against the wooden handles. Their beaks chattered in unknown lanuages, while the other listen in wonder. Finally, there was silence. One of the women lifted her head from her newborn babe, and chattered her beak also in an unknown dilect. The men shook their heads at the woman, unsure of what was going to happen next.

The door slammed open, alarming the men and terrifying the women and children. There stood a young male. He looked like he was in his teens, and stood proudly with a devlish smirk on his handsome face. His hair rose like flames in a wild fire, and his body structure was a beautiful as a statue for roman art. He wore a required solider uniform that was made by his Lord, the very well-known terror of the universe. Since of the atmosphere different from other planets, the coloring of his uniform was different. His green like chest plate moved with his chest while he breathed heavily. He held out his hand, his gloved palm facing towards them.

"Well, well...I can't believe you ugly creatures actually managed to make me fight this hard..." He chuckled darkly, fear seizing through all of those veins. "Well, at least you all know you died worthy. You almost managed to beat me. Just...barely." He laughed, as the ki ball enlarged his his hands as the beam shot out, destroying the very shack that hid the group. His hair flew back against the winds, but he stood his ground. He held a small smile, his fangs showing over his thin lips. "Such a good show."

"Are you done, Vegeta?" Nappa asked, as Raditz followed close. "We got the other half of the planet. It's ready to be sold."

Vegeta nodded, and lowered his palm. "Well now, what to do."

Raditz shurgged, and yawned. "This place bores me. There wasn't anything even to entertain me for at least a minute."

"I agree." Nappa said, and sat down on a crumbled rock. He folded his arms, and kicked a nearby pebble. "At least they fought well."

"Stop your bitching." Vegeta narrowed his eyes towards both of them, and scoffed. "For once, think with your head that is attached to your neck."

Raditz and Nappa both stared, and looked away embarrassed at their Prince was actually listening and not off in his own little world.

"It's disgusting when you guys talk about THAT around me." He hissed, and started to walk away. "Now, where else did Frieza said we have to go to?"

"The planet Rija, Prince. He said that planet has extremely valuble treasures and the planet has the most of modern technology. He said it would be the best bet to go there."

"Let's go then."

The trio started back to their pods, Vegeta, of course, being the leader of the group. He was still disgusted about their conversation. Who needed such things when fighting was the best thing to release the stress that racks the mind and the body. Vegeta's tail unravled from his waist, and swung left and right from him. He sighed softly, and lowered himself into the pod.

Ever since of being under the reign of Freiza, Vegeta hated being denied of what he wanted to do, and even degraded himself to bow towards that flithy tranny when that thing showed be bowing to him. He smirked, his mind finally doing what he begged for years. A plan. He closed his eyes as his body started to loll him into sleep. He will tell Raditz and Nappa of his plans. And these plans will be full proof.

He will make sure of that.

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A/N: I decided to hit two birds with one stone. I decided, 'Hell, if I'm going to get into the relationship of Trunks and Vegeta, might as well go down to the core!' And I decided, there are going to be another thing to go along with Vegeta telling Trunks about his past. Vegeta will tell trunks his experience when Trunks was a baby amd how fatherhood was new to him and wasn't something he was looking forward to at the time. -Nod. nod.- Wait till the next chapter! Until next time, Read and Review.