A/N: Hey everybody. It's been a long time since last. I'm really sorry. I ran into a wall and couldn't get on with the story. Hopefully I will not meet that wall again. I hope you enjoy the long-waited chapter. thanks for the wonderful reviews! it means a lot:)

A sparkle in the dark

He slowly opened his eyes. A throbbing pain hit his head like a thunderstorm. He couldn't remember where he was. Slowly he sat and looked around. He was in the woods. How had he gotten there? He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to remember. At first his mind was a chaos of thoughts. He tried harder and gasped slightly. Everything was so confusing.

He could remember voices shouting, cries of pain and harsh words. What was it all? For some reason he felt he needed to remember. Instead of pushing himself he relaxed and let it come to him.

"Give him to me," he ordered. Dark Vegeta grinned. He let go of Vegeta.

"Stay where you are or I'll blast him to dust," he warned as Gohan moved forward to catch him. Gohan stopped in mid-air and followed Vegeta's falling body. A soft thud was heard when the body hit the ground below them. Gohan looked back at Dark Vegeta and Kakarot.

"I hope you are ready boy. There won't be a second chance," Kakarot growled. Gohan did not flinch.

"I am more ready then you think."

He knew those voices but from where? One of them belonged to a child; he was sure of it. The other sounded so familiar. Then the answer came to him.

Dark Vegeta.

But who was Dark Vegeta? He couldn't even remember his own name or who he was. He felt like crying. What had happened? Why couldn't he remember anything? He slowly climbed to his feet, stumbling a bit. When he was sure he could walk without falling he made he way through the woods. He had no idea of where he was going, but instinct told him to move so he did. After a while of walking he became tired and sat down. His body was hurting for reasons unknown to him. He knew he had to move but he was just too tired. He lowered himself on his back and looked up. The sun was slowly disappearing behind some far away mountains. Closing his eyes he sighed. Perhaps his answers would come to him in his dreams…

Soft sounds in the woods woke him. He slowly opened an eye and looked. A figure in the dark was making its way towards him. He quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. The figure kneeled down next to him and reached out a hand. His eyes snapped open. Before the figure could say a word he grabbed an arm and flung the figure down on top of him. He then rolled them over and pinned a smaller body under his.

A long moment followed where no one spoke. Then the figure under him called out to him in a small voice.

"V-Vegeta?"

He stared down at the female under him. Blue hair was spread out on the ground under her and her eyes were full of tears. She had called him Vegeta. Was that his name? He stared at her for a long moment. He knew her!

"Bulma…?"

A tender hand caressed his cheek. He smiled down at her. Before she could ask, he leaned down and kissed her. She came in and wrapped her arms around his neck, crying. He slowly pulled back.

"Vegeta, what happened? Where are the others? Chichi is going out her skin. She's so worried," Bulma said.

"I-I don't remember much, Bulma. I don't even know where I am," Vegeta answered truthfully. Bulma sighed.

"Let us go back and I will tell you what I know. Trunks is with Chichi and Goten." Vegeta nodded and pulled her up with her.

Gohan starred at wall in front of him. He was sitting on a bed in a large room. He had been there for three days and nobody had come to him. The last thing he remembered was Dark Vegeta drugging him before he had past out. Gohan felt his patient slowly slipping away form him. He wanted to scream out his anger but that would only please them and he had no desire to do that. He sighed and fell back. He rolled to the side and closed his eyes.

Images of his father dying flashed through his mind. He felt tears rolling down his cheeks but did nothing to stop them. It had been four days since his father had died and the pain was still fresh. His heart had broken that day. He had failed his father and he had failed Earth. If only he had been stronger.

If only I had died with you…

Noises outside his room made his sit up. He quickly brushed his tears away and waited for the door to open. The door was slammed open and Kakarot entered. They locked eyes for a second before Gohan looked away. He wanted nothing to do with the man. The dark Saiyan walked over to him and threw something on the bed.

"Go take a shower and put this on. I'll come back for you in half an hour," he ordered. Gohan looked at him.

"Why?" he asked. Kakarot smirked at him. "I will tell you when I come for you." With that he turned around stalked over to the door. Gohan looked down at the cloths and frowned. The pants and shirt was all black and so was the belt.

"I will not wear this," he said and stood up. Kakarot stopped and looked over his shoulder.

"And why not?" he demanded. Gohan narrowed his eyes at him. "I don't like the colour," he answered.

"I don't care what you like. Just do it!" Kakarot sneered at him. Gohan shook his head. "No. I won't wear it. I'm not dark!" he hissed.

"But you are not light either are you? After all you killed your father," Kakarot said with a grin. Gohan bit his lip. The words stung like he had been slapped. Satisfied Kakarot turned back to the door. In a flash Gohan grabbed the clothes and threw them at the Saiyan.

"Wear them yourself you sick bastard!"

Before Gohan could blink Kakarot was in front of him, gripping his arms and pulling him towards the bed.

"Let me go!" Gohan screamed and struggled. Kakarot sneered at him and threw him down on the bed. He straddled the boy's waist and grabbed his wrists, trapping his arms above his head in one hand. Gohan continued to struggle against him.

"Stop this instant!" Kakarot hissed and slapped him. Gohan's head snapped to the side, the pain brining tears to his eyes. Kakarot roughly grabbed his chin and forced him to look up.

"I will only say this once so you listen carefully," he said. Gohan said nothing.

"There are plenty of people in this building who would love to have their ways with you. The only reason they have left you untouched is because I have ordered them to. But it you continue to fight against me I won't hesitate to allow them entrance to this room. Believe me when I say they could hurt you beyond your imagination."

Gohan stared back at him, eyes wide with fear and disbelief. Kakarot would never allow them to touch him would he? Kakarot smiled nastily at him.

"So young and beautiful. A shame, really… perhaps when you are older I can tame you the way I would like to." Gohan opened his mouth to protest, but couldn't find the words. Kakarot smirked and released him and stood. He walked over to the door and looked back at Gohan who was still lying on the bed.

"Half an hour boy. You better be ready," he said and left. When the door closed Gohan turned around and buried his face in the pillow. A scream ripped from his throat. Tears ran down his face. He couldn't believe what Kakarot had said.

Somebody help me… please!

Thirty minutes later Gohan was dressed. The black pants wrapped around him too tightly for his liking, showing off his long and strong legs. The black shirt hugged his chest like another set of skin. He shuttered and sat down. He feared for his mother and brother. Had they been captured? Was that why Dark Vegeta and Kakarot wanted to see him? He fought back tears and looked over at the door. Any minute Kakarot would come and pick him up.

The door opened and Kakarot stepped in. He smiled at the boy.

"Come here," he said. Gohan inhaled deeply and stood. He slowly made his way over to Kakarot, never looking the man in the eye. Kakarot grinned and caressed the boy's cheek.

"You look good," he said. Gohan closed his hands in anger. He would not give into his fear and anger again.

"Let us go. I bet you are dying to know what is going on."

Bulma guided Vegeta to the couch and ordered him to lie down. Vegeta obeyed with a small smile. He looked up at his mate.

"Where is my son?" he asked.

"Right here," a soft voice answered. Vegeta sat up on his elbows when Chichi entered. And sleeping Goten and Trunks hang on her hips, their small arms wrapped around her neck. Bulma took her son from Chichi and laid him down on Vegeta's chest. With an arm wrapped around his son Vegeta looked up at Bulma and Chichi.

"You better sit down. This could take some time," he said. When they both sat down, he looked at his mate.

"Tell me what you know and maybe I will remember," he said.

"I don't really know when it all began," Bulma began, "but I know it started some time before Cell came back. Someone had been stalking Gohan and threatening him. After Cell came back everything happened so fast. One day Gohan was free, the next he disappeared. Then one day Goku told us about Dark Vegeta and how the monster was using your body. Three days ago I felt you through our bond. I could tell the evil had left you so I went out looking for you. I would have come faster, but it is dangerous to walk in the dark now. Dark Vegeta made sure of that."

Vegeta closed his eyes. His memories came back to him full force.

"Dark Vegeta is not alone. A Saiyan named Kakarot has joined him. Kakarot is Goku's darker half, the man he would have become had he not hit his head as a child." Vegeta turned his eyes to Chichi.

"I'm sorry Chichi, but Goku is… dead, and so are Piccolo, Krillin and 18." Chichi gasped.

"My Goku is dead?" She sobbed loudly.

"I-I can't do this anymore. This is the second time he has left me," she whispered. Bulma hugged her.

"You can't give up, Chi. Goten needs you and so does Gohan. He is still alive," she said. Vegeta's eyes widened. Bulma looked at him.

"Dark Vegeta and Kakarot are holding him prisoner. I don't know why they didn't kill him." Vegeta looked over at Chichi. The woman had lost her husband twice and her first born was being held away from her against her will.

"Chichi, I will get your son back. Kakarot and Dark Vegeta think me dead. This is to our advance. When the time is right, I will go for him. You just stay strong for your youngest."

Chichi looked up and smiled at him.

"Thank you."