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YukiraKing: They know they are Saiyans and they know that apart from them, the race is extinct. What most of the people don't know is that he is the prince.

Vegeta jerked awake for the fourth time that night. He cursed and sat up. He was covered in sweat. He hated how his mind was so fucked up. His sub consciousness wouldn't leave him alone. He'd drift off to sleep just to remember his last torment clearly. Even the pain seemed to be real inside his mind.
He felt his eyes watering. He knew he was awfully traumatized. But who wouldn't? What he had lived had been horrible. Why did it have to happen to him?
An utter desperation grabbed a hold of him and he felt tears beginning to stream down his face. He swallowed and lifted one leg, since the other one was still too fucked up, up to his chest and hugged it with both his arms, burying his face in them. He felt so weak and pathetic and useless. He was nothing. What used to be the Prince of all Saiyans was now a dark, lonely boy, so afraid of everything. A plaything, a stress-relief, a monkey. Nothing at all. He began to sob as he remembered everything.

What would his father say if he saw him like this? No wonder his mother didn't want him. What was he doing anyway? Pretending to protect the kids when he knew very well that he couldn't stop Frieza if the lizard ever dared to do something to them. Gosh, why did this have to happen to him?

He clutched his hair as he sobbed, trying not to make any sound. He couldn't believe, couldn't understand how there were men so cruel in the universe. Stab a boy to the floor? What were they thinking? Why him? Why did he have to be the plaything of the most sadistic aliens in the whole universe? The horrors he had lived just the night before could scar a mind permanently and drive a normal teenager mad. And still he kept fighting.
He shuddered violently every time he remembered the scenes. The insane faces, the pain, his own blood, his own gastric juices… He bit his lip and hugged his ankle with his tail. After a while of this, he took several deep breaths to calm himself and looked back at the clock. 4 a.m.

Wow. It had been a long time since he had collapsed that way. He cleaned his face and leaned back on the bed. He was afraid of falling asleep, because he didn't want to dream about it. He just wanted to forget it. He swallowed and turned around, facing the window. Tears were still running down his face as he tried to think of something else, but even he knew that the trauma was too big. He felt all alone and sighed shakily. "Keep your composure." He said. "For the kids."

Vegeta got out of the tank and sat on the wheelchair, waiting until they put the bandages back on. He was not bruised anymore, but he still had some wounds that needed to be treated as to not leave a scar. Some parts of his skin were still burnt, and some of his bones had not recovered yet.
He was still missing his thumb and the tip of his tail, and still had the holes on his palms and legs. Besides, his eye had not recovered yet and his tongue still felt a bit sore from the water.
For him, he was now pretty good, but he knew that anyone that saw him for the first time would be amazed at how badly he looked. The rings under his eyes didn't help either.

He was measuring his tail with his waist as they bandaged his left arm, when he heard a familiar voice. He looked up and saw… Roderick?
He narrowed his eye, knowing it was useless since he had perfect vision. The tall human was helping an old woman into a tank. She was not injured but she was probably very sick. He cocked his head to the side, and Roderick turned around, spotting him instantly. The blue eyes widened and he sweat-dropped nervously. Vegeta raised an eyebrow. He leaned back on his chair and swished his tail slowly beside him. The human cleared his throat and, knowing that he couldn't get away from the awkward situation, walked up to Vegeta. He held his hand up. Vegeta didn't shake it.

"So… How've you been, Vegeta?"

"How do I look, idiot?" he said rudely. Roderick took in the bad appearance and swallowed, scratching his eyebrow.

"What happened to you?"

Vegeta frowned. "You know very well what happened to me."

Roderick put a hand behind his head and scratched it. He knew it had been Frieza, but what could he tell the young boy? It was horrible that he had to endure it but it wasn't Roderick's fault either! He cleared his throat. "Uhm… I'm sure everything will be alright, Vegeta."

Vegeta glared at the man and the doctor finally finished. He stood up and grabbed Vegeta's chair. "Ready to leave?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Vegeta, you have a visitor." The nurse said.
He looked back at the clock. It was still half an hour until Bulma came back from school. Who could be visiting him?
A cold rush filled his stomach. Could it be Frieza? He gripped the blankets and pulled them up to cover his entire body. He knew that the lizard would only hurt him more if he saw him scared, but he couldn't calm down.

Luckily, it was not the lizard. It was probably someone worse. His mother.

"Vegeta?" she said. Her eyes were wet and puffed. She was holding some crumpled paper next to her chest. She walked up to him. He took a deep breath and relaxed himself. She put a hand on his face and he flinched involuntarily.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well… Roderick said that he saw you here and you were badly hurt." She sat at the edge of his bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Good. Not having the tip of my tail feels fucking fantastic."

She swallowed. "What happened?"

"What do you mean what happened, mom? You know perfectly well what happened!"

She bit her lip and clutched the paper tighter. "Why… why did he do it?" she whispered.

Vegeta clenched his fists and snapped angrily. "You are talking as if you didn't know him! Are you really asking me for a reason? Well, I have a good damn amount of reasons for you! I am the Prince of Saiyans, I have no parents to take me in, he fucking hates me, he loves to hear me scream and see me squirm on the ground! What else do you want to know?" he was red in the face, shaking with rage.

The Saiyan Queen sobbed and swallowed. "I am sorry, Vegeta. If I could do something…"

"He wouldn't beat me if you were still there."

"But I can't live with him. I don't love him. I don't want to marry him, and I can't take you in because I have no money. All our money comes from Roderick and he doesn't want to take you in." she explained.

"I know. You care more for yourself than for us. Then the door is open for you to leave. Again. Don't worry about me. I don't need your pity or your useless visits." He said.

She put a hand on her mouth and closed her eyes. Then she looked back at him, tears threatening to fall. "Vegeta, I still love you. You are my son. I care for you."

"What a great way to show it, leaving me with an insane sadist." He muttered.

"I would take you in if I had the money."

"As I said before, Frieza wouldn't beat me if you lived there. But you prefer to be with your loved one sucking his dick at night as I lie on my own blood, screaming and writhing. Or are you going to deny it?"

"Don't be so rude…" she said softly.

"Am I lying, mom?"

She took a deep breath. "No."

"You can leave now." He said.

"I wanted to see you. I wanted to make sure you're okay."

"Just when I am about to die you decide to come and play mother. Is that it? Because before we only saw each other when I went there to beg you to take the kids in. I mean, I didn't even want to live with you. But that doesn't matter now." He said.

She swallowed. "I'm sorry, Vegeta." He didn't answer. He kept staring at her. She looked up at him. "Well?"

"What do you want me to answer?"

"Do you forgive me?"

"And then what? If I forgive you for abandoning us, for not caring if Frieza was killing me slowly, for not giving a shit if the Ginyu Force came home to use me as a plaything… If I oversee all that, and decide that you are not so bad for leaving your seven children behind, what will you do? Return to your happy life and come to visit me the next time you know that I am at the brink of death? Pretend that nothing happened? That your kids are living a happy life? What do you want my forgiveness for?" he shot back.

She sighed as tears rolled down her face and she straightened the paper. "When I came here to ask for you, they asked what relationship I held with you. I said I was your mother and showed them my papers. This doctor came to talk to me, saying that your state had been awful when you arrived and that this was someone else's fault. Then they handed me a picture of… you, when you arrived." He closed her eyes. "When I saw it, I felt as if I was dying inside." She handed him the picture.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw it. That couldn't be him, could it? He was barely recognizable since his face had been badly disfigured. A lot of things were piercing through him and his body was completely destroyed. His hands and legs held enormous holes from the knives and blood covered his entire body. He had several wounds that looked entirely disgusting along with black bruises and blisters. He took a deep breath when he glanced at his feet, without his toes, and his tail lying limply at his side, cut in half.

He felt so much distress, much like the one he had felt that morning, and tears formed in his eyes. What was this? How was it even possible? He put the picture aside and looked away as he waited for the tears to dissipate. His shivering hands came up to his forehead and he massaged his temples. "What do you want from me?" he said at last.

"Your forgiveness."

"For what? If I had died, you probably wouldn't even know. You wouldn't even notice."

"Vegeta… I'll visit you and try to convince Roderick of…"

"I believed you when you told me you'd come back."

"W-what?"

"The night you left, I begged you to stay. I was afraid of staying with Frieza. And you said 'Don't worry. He won't do anything.' Still, I told you not to leave me. I said I wanted you to stay because we needed to stick together and be a family. Do you remember that?" The Saiyan Queen nodded. "You said things were going to be okay. You said you were going to come back for us and take us somewhere bigger. You said you'd never leave me." He stopped for a while. "That night you left and Frieza got drunk. I was only eleven, dammit! He beat me all night, he insulted me, he broke every bone in my body and said that he'd make me scream so loud that you'd hear me and you'd be forced to come back."

"Vegeta, I…"

"I waited for you. Every single night the lizard beat me and still I waited for you to come for us. You didn't. Why would I believe you now?"

"That was different. I couldn't go back."

"You already explained that." He muttered. "Think of Roderick while you leave the room and you'll see it will work as the many other times it worked."

She cleaned her tears and slowly stood up. "I'm really sorry." She whispered, walking away. Once she closed the door, he looked at the ceiling and tried not to cry. It hurt so much rejecting his mother. She had been such a loving mother before… He couldn't believe it. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Boredom was incredibly big in there. He had already watched T.V but there was nothing on. They had brought him books but he had finished reading them in a matter of hours. He had tried sleeping but that had ended up quite bad. He was now sitting on the bed, looking at the enormous bee that was standing on the wall before him.

"Vegeta, you have another visitor!"

He grunted. Well, at least he wouldn't be alone anymore. It was Kakkarot and Radditz. They were not with Bulma, but he didn't question them. Although he did feel a little bit disappointed. They talked for a while until Vegeta felt a sudden pain running up his tail and spine. He groaned.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know." He said, wincing and clenching his teeth. "It hurts!" he said, clutching it softly.

The doctor came in instantly and gave him a pill and a glass of water. Vegeta drank it thankfully and the pain stopped. "What happened?" Radditz asked.

"The tail is healing, but the damage was too awful, so we have to keep him under calming pills while it scars and gets healed by the tank. Are you feeling better? I'll go and bring you some food." He said.

Vegeta sighed, when suddenly Goku growled angrily. His fists were clenched and his face was a mask of pure anger. His tail was swishing angrily behind him. Vegeta's heart hammered in his chest and he suddenly… he suddenly stopped seeing Kakkarot.

There, before him, the tall Saiyan transformed into a short lizard, his fists clenched and his tail swishing angrily behind him. "Stupid lizard."

"Stupid monkey."

"Don't worry, Vegeta. Someday we'll make him suffer."

"I'll make you suffer."

Frieza's image seemed to stalk towards him as Kakkarot calmly walked to him to hand him the glass of water. The prince seemed so suddenly over the edge. He was pale and shivering, his eyes glazed over. "Vegeta?"

"Vegeta!"

He didn't know what to do. He felt so scared. Goku looked at Radditz and his older brother shrugged. The sheepish Saiyan put his hand on Vegeta's.
The prince's eyes saw Frieza grabbing his arm again to stab it to the floor and he yelled in fear, pulling his arm close to his chest.
Vegeta's eyes were glazed over and so unfocused. Goku frowned, grabbing Vegeta's face softly and forcing him to look into his eyes.
The red eyes seemed to pierce him and he began to hyperventilate.
"Vegeta, are you awake?"

"Vegeta, I see you're awake…"

He pulled the covers up to hide his entire body and he closed his eyes shut.

"Radditz, hand me the glass of water."

"Zarbon, hand me the glass of water."

He gasped and pulled his face free, looking away. He knew it was boiling water! He didn't want to be burned again!
Radditz walked over to them and gave Goku the glass.
"Open wide, Vegeta." Radditz said.

"Open wide, Vegeta." Zarbon said.

He screamed and his heartbeats raised immensely. The beeping sound became hysterically continuous and fast and Vegeta's eyes filled with tears. Goku grabbed his wrists, fearing that the prince would harm himself.
Frieza grabbed his wrists and held them above his head. He sobbed and tried to kick his way out, but only one of his legs was working. He turned his head to the side and closed his eyes shut, pressing his back against the headboard as if he was waiting for an awful blow. Zarbon poured the water over him and he screamed in fear.
Goku and Radditz watched as he suddenly stopped struggling and remained still.
Frieza and Zarbon shifted to Goku and Radditz and to his tormentors again. He was so confused and scared. He saw the doctors running inside and passed out on the bed.

He blinked a few times and found himself sitting on the tank as it drained. He frowned in confusion. He didn't remember being brought to the tank. The last thing he remembered was being with Kakkarot and Radditz and then nothing. He waited until they took the mask off and helped him to the wheel chair.

"How are you feeling?" a nurse asked, preparing to bandage him again.

"Fine."

"Don't you have a headache or something?"

"Why would I have a headache?"

The nurse sighed and crouched in front of him to bandage his leg. She didn't look at him as she spoke. "You snapped suddenly a while ago. Your friends were here and you got scared over something. You were not thinking rationally, and then you passed out." She explained. "Luckily, you were not harmed physically, but the doctor… Well, he said you are psychologically damaged. That means you are traumatized."

He waited for her to continue. He already knew that. What was the point of telling him what was obvious? She, however, waited for him to say something. "And?"

"Well… The doctor says you need to see a psychologist."

He snorted and crossed his arms. "You're kidding." He had gone through it all already. He had lived that for several years and he was still alive. Some weak trauma wouldn't harm him. It was always the same. The first days were awful and then he'd be partially fine. He didn't need a psychologist. He just needed some time to recover, and then he'd be alright.

"No, really. What you went through was too awful, Vegeta. A boy of your age needs to…"

"Don't talk as if you knew who I am. I've gone through worse more times than what you can count with your fingers and I am still sane enough." He said.

"I think we should talk about this with your parents." She said as she stoo dup and rounded him to take the chair back to his room.

"They're dead." He said.

"Your mother came here this morning."

"She's dead to me. She won't care if I go insane and die."

"Don't say that. She's your mother. She loves you."

Not really wanting to discuss, he remained silent. She helped him back on the bed and he sighed. He smirked when he saw that his tail was now fully healed and he let it sway beside him. The nurse left and the doctor came in.
"Soon enough you'll be able to walk on your own."

"Hn."

"I believe nurse Adrianne already told you about your mental state."

"Hn."

"Vegeta, I really think you should see a psychologist or a psychiatrist. I mean… I know you don't want to tell us about what happened, but I really believe you must tell somebody that can actually help you. Your mind is scarred."

Who did this people think they were? He knew his mind was scarred. He didn't need everyone else to repeat it for him. He didn't need help either. He glared at the doctor. "I don't need a psychiatrist."

"Vegeta…"

"I've gone through worse and this is not the first time. I am sane enough to live my life. I don't need your help!"

The doctor cursed the Saiyan pride and nodded, walking out of the room.

Bulma looked through the window and frowned. She hadn't been able to go and see Vegeta since the stupid teacher had given her detention. She had to wait for her parents to pick her up but they had run out of gas in the middle of the street and she had to go back walking. It was too late when she arrived home. She leaned back on her chair and sighed. Dammit, he knew Frieza was cruel and an insane bastard… But this had been too much.
There was a quiet knock on her door. She opened. Jeremy and Jill were there.
Without Vegeta knowing it, Goku and Bulma had agreed to have the kids sleeping in her house since it was bigger. Besides, she was hoping they'd make themselves comfortable in case Vegeta decided to live with her.

"Hello, kids."

They were still a little bit shy around her, and they preferred Goku's house since they were used to Celipa's and Bardock's attention, but Mrs. Briefs was always willing to help the needed people and she loved to cook gargantuan plates for the Saiyan kids.

They both came in and Jill sat on her bed, helping Jeremy up. "I've talked to Vegeta." She started.

"Oh, really?"

Jill smiled and nodded. "He accepted."

"He did?" Bulma said, her blue eyes widening.

"Yeah. He said that once he gets out we're going to live here."

"That's great!"

"We wont have to live with Fwieza anymore!" Jeremy said, waving his arms in the air. Bulma laughed, but stopped when she saw Jill's serious expression.

"What's wrong, Jill?"

"What if he comes back?" she wondered outloud.

"What do you mean?"

"If Frieza comes back for us. For Vegeta."

Bulma sighed and sat next to her. "He won't, Jill. I swear."

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