See… I kept my promise!! Less than one week WHAT UP!! lol
"…Now, let's all try to stay calm and work this out as men…" Yamcha said coolly and quietly. He couldn't help, though, but have the slightest tremble in his hands. The fear was boiling in him as he locked gaze with flame beaten eyes.
The room was dangerously still. Bulma still covered her naked skin up with the satin sheets, thinking her entire being would be invisible if she said nothing and let the men duke it out once and for all.
And yet, nothing had happened yet.
Vegeta had not moved from his spot. His entire body was as still as a pole. Even his eyes had not blinked once but rather glazed over with a cloudy film of hate. Yamcha decided to do the same and instead of crouched over trying to get his pants up, he slowly moved up to stand tall and face Vegeta… pants still down. He was really just testing to see if Vegeta would move at least an inch.
Nothing. Not even a breath from Vegeta was heard in the dead silence.
Suddenly, a small sound broke loose. A small cough from Vegeta's chest. Then another. Then a gurgled cough.
A spring of blood burst from Vegeta's lips and trickled down his chin. Vegeta's eyes watered to the brims, still no blinking.
Bulma screamed from her hiding place while Yamcha's mouth gaped open in shock. His hands reached out to him as poor attempt to help but Yamcha was so frozen in fear that the whole scene was too surreal for him to comprehend.
Through the whole commotion of wails and gasps of horror, Yamcha could only concentrate on the last thing he saw that night. Vegeta finally let his eyes roll back and allowed his body to collapse on the floor in a pool of his own blood.
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Chichi had never grasped the phone so tightly in her life. It was hard to let go of the conversation she and Bulma were engaging in. Fear seemed to be circulation around their circle of friends and it had finally hit the son household when they allowed Trunks and Bulla to hide away in their house for safekeeping.
"Yes, Bulma, they'll be fine. Don't you worry about it. And if you need anyone else at the hospital to wait with you, you just call us up. I'm sure Goku would be there at any time…yes…no problem…good night."
A heavy sigh was heard from the kitchen when Chichi hung of the phone. Goku sat at the table, the first time that food wasn't present, and waited for the news with an eager look plastered to his face.
"What's going on, Chi?" he asked, trying not to strike a nerve.
Chichi looked to her husband with heavy eyes. "Vegeta…overdosed…"
"What?! On what? Food?!"
"DRUGS, GOKU!"
"Oh… Pepto-Bismol?"
She tried to smile, she really did.
"No…hun…on other stuff, other dangerous stuff."
"What exactly?"
"They actually don't know what. They found a whole mess of holes in his forearm from injections but the chemicals they found in his system are unidentifiable. There are actually TWO kinds of shit in there. There's a clear serum that he's actually been injecting and the other kind has been running through his entire organ system for god knows how long! No doctors can identify it. All they know is that the injections have apparently been counteracting the other stuff."
A blank look was found on Goku's face. Chichi didn't find it to be unusual. She finally broke into her smile and laughed at him.
"Did you get all that sweetie?" she chuckled.
"…You lost me at 'muffins.'"
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"…Drugs…Trunks…drugs."
"Don't you think I fucking heard her?!" Trunks hissed from the futon bed.
Darkness shrouded Goten's room but the muffled tones of the downstairs conversations still circulated, making it impossible to fall asleep.
The tense vibes were the most uncomfortable feelings that the two boys ever experienced. The current events that continued to spark tribulations for the Z team were taking a toll on a life long friendship. Unfortunately, in this case, there seemed to be no dawn after this darkness.
"Trunks?"
"What, Goten?" he snapped.
"…Just tell Bulla that she can always come back when you start injecting yourself."'
There was no rebuttal. Trunks was facing the wall and refused to face his old friend even when the night allowed no sight. Their acquaintance had dimmed down to harsh words and dirty looks nowadays. Mostly because Goten had no idea what was going on and was feeding off rumors that most of the team created for their own revenge on his Trunks' father.
For another night, Trunks buried down his hate for his father. Even though Trunks had lost his best friend, the team's respect, and his family due to this one man that he shared half his blood with.
As he closed his eyes to drift off, he made the one promise with himself for the hundredth time. He would not go down with the ship and agree to hate Vegeta. Why? Hate is purely ignorance.
Goten hated Trunks because of Vegeta. And he hated Vegeta because he really didn't know what was going on. Everybody hates what they don't understand.
Deep down, Trunks knew something was up with his father. But until he found out, he would have to deal with the hate and not be afraid of facing the rumors.
The only thing he feared now was the fact that he may never know.
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"I know this is cliché to ask but, what would you prefer? Boy…Girl?" She asked sweetly while huddled in the warm sheets.
His arm embraced her shoulder at the time and he gave it a good squeeze while he thought deeply about it. He smirked and looked down at her with a cat-like smile.
"Who says you're fertile?" he questioned back.
"SERIOUSLY!" she gave him a playful squeeze on the abs. "I understand it's early to talk about it but just for fun…"
He took a big sigh and watched his abdomen rise up under the red sheets. Feeling a warm smile on his lips he looked back down at her and replied.
"Probably a boy…"
She giggled and hid her head to conceal her excitement. She went on.
"And a name?" she smiled.
"I thought we were going with Jonue? Joey for short?"
"I think we should name him after your BFF."
"Trunks?! That was a joke we made a long time ago! We didn't think he'd actually go by it!"
"Tiego would appreciate it…"
"Tiego also appreciate a bottle of Jack Daniels. Let's just do that."
Instead of quickly snapping back, the woman watched his lips move and locked her bright blue eyes with his. Nothing was said back. He started to deeply chuckle under his breath once he looked back at her. She was cooking up something to say back… she always did.
"You know what?" she smiled brightly. "You're going to make a great father, Vegeta…"
"…Vegeta…Vegeta…" the voice suddenly drifted into a deep, snake-like tone that slithered through his dreams. Vegeta's eyes parted and winced into the blinding white lights of the hospital room. Fuck…he was still alive.
Through the blinding light, appeared a familiar form of darkness that came with a side of a smoky, nauseous smell. The black outline of a man stood before him with a greasy, white smile painted on his blurred face.
"Guess who thought they could get rid of me?" the man chuckled once he caught the whites of Vegeta's eyes.
Vegeta threw up in his mouth a small bit and then swallowed the sticky mess back down. He was getting too use to this demon to be scared of it anymore so he pried himself from the covers and propped himself up against the pillow.
"I never thought I could get rid of you. Probably just shut you up for a couple of hours, neutralize the blood acid, calm my tremors…the basics. You know, have at least a few more years before I loose it, right?" At times, it was fun to have an attitude with this man.
The shadow floated across the room and found its spot at the foot of the hospital bed. "Why are you even bothering? Those injections are shit! At the end of the day, you're still going to explode, you're still going to destroy this place, and I'll still be here…helping you every bit of the way."
The shadow pulled a cigarette out of the air and set it a blaze with a snap of its fingers.
"Since when do holograms smoke?" Vegeta retorted. It was still fun to give this thing attitude after all the years. The shadow gave an annoyed look at him but continued to puff out of the cigarette.
"Since when do monsters have families?" it replied without a care.
Vegeta's throat closed. This thing always won. It was inside of his mind, literally. He knew everything that made him tick. There would be no way to win a battle. He decided to shut up and pretend to listen for the millionth time.
"That's right, you heard me," it wickedly smiled. "Monster: Noun, a person, animal, or other creature constructed to inspire wickedness, cruelty, and destruction…I'm sorry, my friend, but that it your description."
The cigarette suddenly disappeared with a single spark. The shadow floated around to come closer to the pain-stricken Vegeta.
"Look what you just did, you created something you couldn't finish…a family. You almost kill them every day. Why not get it over with and get them out of your hair."
Vegeta grunted under his sealed lips but nothing came out.
"What was that? You… love your family, though?" The shadow gave a burst of laughter that pierced Vegeta's eardrums with a blow of shame. He shut his eyes tight hoping the laughter didn't sink in any further.
The laughter seized. "FUCK your family! Fuck your friends and all the other people on this ball of shit! You must remember why you were created, Vegeta, to DESTORY! Not to CREATE, you piece of FUCK!"
Its temper was flaring throughout the room. And yet, everyone outside the walls of his room would never hear him or see him for that matter. It was something Vegeta dealt with alone every time.
"That's why I'm here…to help you get the job done when your fucking feelings get in the way! If you would only do what you were told, we would have everything done a long time ago! We could've killed your son that day, remember? He was RIGHT THERE! He ran after you when you left, practically ASKING FOR IT! I kept telling you to go for it but NO! All you gave him was a bloody nose, WHAT THE FUCK?! Trust me, Vegeta, next time, I'm going the distance and doing him in myself."
"Don't you DARE touch my son!" Vegeta loudly blurted.
But the shadow was no longer there to hear it. A nurse had knocked on the door politely. With a shy, sweet smile, she peeked her head in to check on her patient.
"Mr. Vegeta?" she squeaked. Vegeta looked her way as his answer. "You have a visitor, sir."
Her head disappeared from the door and, in its place; Trunks pushed the door open lightly to reveal himself.
"Hi, dad," he said quietly.
Vegeta nodded with a faint smile. Speak of the devil.
"I just wanted to come visit you since you are my father an all." Trunks pulled up a chair from the wall and sat down by his father's side.
"Are you alone?" Vegeta finally spoke.
"Yea…"
"Where's Goten? You haven't been with him lately."
"Goten and I aren't friends anymore."
Vegeta cocked his head and twisted his face as if he didn't believe the statement but Trunks kept a strait face.
"What happened there?" Vegeta asked like he hadn't seen this certain Trunks in years.
"…You happened, dad."
Vegeta took a deep breath and tried to take the reply lightly. It didn't work. Trunks had proven that no one had the power to hurt him quite like his own son. Trunks refused to look up from his folded hands.
A feeling of compassion overwhelmed the Saiyan prince for a small moment. This was the time to tell him.
"I understand, son," he said softly.
Trunks looked up from his folded fingers and felt like he was looking at his father for the first time.
Vegeta went on. "I had been waiting for a son like you all my life…and I…I screwed up. You have every right to blame me for all the problems our family has ever had."
Trunks was still in disbelief that this was his father talking. He wanted to know what more this strange man had to say.
"I don't deserve the family I have. There's a reason why but… I can never tell you… I tried but I'll never be strong or brave enough to do it."
"What do you want me to do about that, dad?" Trunks' eyes were brimming. "Do you just want me to know that, or what?"
"No… I want you to do me a favor."
Trunks gulped down his tears and moved closer to his side.
"Trunks…if one day, you wake up, and I'm suddenly not there anymore…just be as strong as you are today."
"What are you saying?"
"Don't argue, brat, just do as I say. You need to carry on with your life and pretend I never existed."
Vegeta tried not to get emotional. He didn't want to see his son choked up over something he was creating. There seemed to be no use though, Trunks was already fighting the red stains in his eyes.
"That's hypothetical, though, right?" Trunks asked through choked up yelps. "You're not going to do that. When you leave for good you just can't go without a single notice or leaving a lasting impression on us…your family…me?"
Vegeta stared him coldly in the eyes.
"Actually, son, that's exactly what I hope will happen."
Tell me if that was confusing. See, I know what's going on because I'm writing the damn thing but I don't really stop to think if a reader knows exactly what's going on :p Any who! Tell if you liked it and if you want me to keep going! 5 more reviews to the next one !!!
