The next installment you have been waiting for. I really like where I took this. I hope you guys do too. thanks for all you're reviews they're wonderful. Many of you have already figured out what I'm going to do so this should prove to be entertaining about your comments in the future. I don't have how far we are from being done. Like I said my other story was almost a hundred chapters but I've left a lot out yet I put a lot in. So who knows, but definately know we're not done yet hehe.
Chapter 38- Bottom
You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild what's broken. Too much , too far , too late to lie down now. I must arm myself to fight you by making weapons out of my imperfections. It's all I have left. There's no other choice. I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and no one now. But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked. I'm naked and fearless. But I'm dead inside.
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Vegeta had told Bulma to call Takashi before hand, to let him know what was going to be happening. She looked at him with wide surprise. He hadn't mentioned to her that he had been seeing Takashi for the past couple of days. It had been a secret, something he rarely had anymore from the woman he mated. She had seemed insulted but replied as she normally would. Vegeta hadn't meant to keep it from her, it just hadn't come up in conversation, is all. He scoffed. Insulted. Like she has the right to feel insulted. She kept CANCER from him. He's at least allowed ten more secrets to be even with her.
He had stayed away all night. His thoughts frantic, jumbled, partly in denial. He should have never told Trunks he would tell him. Now he felt trapped. He counted the hours, trying to think of something small he could tell yet he knew it wouldn't be enough. For Trunks to understand he would have to release the worst of it. And shamefully that scared him.
All the possible 'what if's came to mind. What if Trunks didn't believe it? What if Trunks didn't believe that was any excuse for his behavior? What if Trunks didn't want anything more to do with him?
And that last question was the biggest worry Vegeta thought about as the hours passed. Trunks could be so disgusted with the knowledge that he does what any normal human would do- run. It was something he had been afraid Bulma would do. It was something he still was afraid Bulma would do no matter her persistence in staying.
When the time had finally arrived, Vegeta dropped on Takashi's balcony, the glass door open for him. Takashi had actually gotten up today with Vegeta's wake up call. The man was drowning in his own self-pity, the way Vegeta had been for years. He wasn't going to let Takashi lose though. He owed this man a bit of his life, Vegeta knew. Sure, the wounds he gained in his early years were still open sores but they were no longer bleeding and that in itself is amazing enough for him.
Trunks and Bulma were already waiting. Bulma smiled encouragingly when his eyes went to her but he made no acknowledgement. His gaze skipped right over the boy in arrogance. Takashi sat in a large recliner with a note pad and pen at the ready. Though there was black under his eye and a hair out of place he looked more like himself than these past weeks.
Vegeta glanced around picking out a spot of safety. A place he could go to when he was feeling crowded or pitied. He chose the kitchen. He went there now, allowing his eyes to find interesting items for any kind of distraction when this conversation got too personal. There were pictures on the refrigerator and dishes in the sink and snacks on the counter. It was a good spot thankfully.
Takashi began. "Let's start off by saying this is a free area. No one is forced to say anything they don't wish to say and no one can use this information in further discussion outside of this area unless otherwise approved." He said only for Trunks. "So there is a problem within the home. Trunks needs to understand you, Vegeta. What do you think about that?"
Vegeta shrugged. He kept his gaze on the snacks, wondering if he was hungry.
"Do you care for your son's happiness?" Vegeta threw his head, which meant a disgruntled 'yea' "Do you care that your son is hurting?" Again Vegeta agreed. "Do you know why?" Vegeta thought about that question for a moment and then shook his head. "As your son grows older Vegeta he will experience things, he will think back on lessons taught, and he will remember things you said and did to follow. But as he relates to human life, many things will not add up to what you've done and that's where the confusion lies. Do you understand that?" Vegeta nodded really seeing Takashi's point. "He needs to understand you, in order to understand your actions. So what do you think about it?"
"It's fine." Vegeta grunted, opening up a jar that read 'cookies' only for it to be empty. He slammed the top down and pushed it back.
"Trunks." Takashi turned his questioning to the young boy who was greatly surprised. "What do you know of your dad?"
Trunks shifted and cleared his throat suddenly nervous. "His planet blew up when he was a kid. He lived under Frieza's rule. He destroyed planets and killed people. He wasn't a very nice person." Trunks smiled softly, "Other than that." He shrugged.
Takashi's attention went back to Vegeta who quickly averted his gaze back to the kitchen items. "So you've kept everything from him." Vegeta snorted, silently asking 'wouldn't you?' "Did you do that to save him? Or to save yourself?" Vegeta's shoulders tightened visibly and Takashi allowed the silence to give Vegeta time to think. But the answer was obvious.
Trunks brows were knit, "I could never hate you, Dad. No matter what."
Takashi was quick to question, "What do you think of that?"
Vegeta allowed his thought to be voiced, "He would if he knew."
"Well," Takashi sighed, "we have to try, Vegeta. Because I do know one thing. If you don't try, he just might learn to hate you." Trunks' blue eyes went to him quickly enough but Takashi ignored him. This was for Vegeta's benefit and if Trunks had to look like the bad guy then he was going to use it. "And if we don't try, the blame will be solely on you. So, Vegeta. Are you ready to try?"
Vegeta stood in the center of the kitchen, keeping his eyes on all the dishes that needed to be washed. He eyed the left over portions, the pieces of rice, chicken, potatoes, and other sorted foods and grimaced. He turned and exited, sitting in a single lonely chair and glared at Takashi with unclouded hatred.
Takashi smiled. "Whenever you're ready."
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Punishment. What other words existed in Frieza's Universe. Vegeta had tried his damnest to do as Frieza instructed. He was a slave now and slaves obey their master. But it seemed as if nothing he did was right. Three worlds destroyed in three weeks. Millions of creatures dead. Yet it hadn't been fast enough for Frieza. So here he was. Sent to a world where only darkness reigned. He knew Frieza was pushing him. He wanted to see if Vegeta could die. So he fed him to the most dangerous villains of the universe. A jailed planet. It was a place Frieza put monsters even he couldn't control. He wouldn't kill them incase he had some use for their corrupted powers. And for an thirteen year boy, it was a Hell.
Vegeta was alone here. Radditz and Nappa had been denied and were contained somewhere on one of Frieza's ships injured. Vegeta scoffed. Why they tried to protect him was ridiculous. He was stronger than both combined, there really was no need for them. But their knowledge was useful sometimes. And perhaps there familiarity was also a quality Vegeta chose to keep. They were Sayians, and it was the only way he knew what a Sayian was anymore.
Vegeta's body shivered. Sleet poured from the black clouds above. There was no light except from distant stars and even with his sight he could only see up to five feet in front of him. He had been dropped off on the worst part of the planet where no one resided. One warning he received was 'Don't attract attention and you might survive' The guard had laughed slightly but Vegeta suspected that the soldier was giving him that message for a reason. So Vegeta listened to the advice, not even using his ki to light his way.
He needed to find cover and then he would find food. He survived rape and the Cell. A planet full of the Universe's most dangerous monsters that even Freiza was scared of wouldn't kill Vegeta.
Hours past by too quickly but this was a dead planet. There was no rotation so to tell any sort of time was impossible. He could tell however that his body wasn't adapting well to the conditions. His alien lungs allowed him to breath in almost any type of atmosphere yet his breathing was shallow and his strength was weakening.
Walking was getting him no where and during his travel he saw no signs of food. The next best thing he could do was sleep. With an aggravated grunt he blasted a hole in the ground and crawled inside it for protection against the brutal winds and the hailing rain. Curling tight with his tail flickering he warmed quickly and fell asleep.
Suddenly having someone jump at you was a typical wake up call for Vegeta but what met him this time was considered the oddest of them all. Vegeta didn't make a move, not even to open his eyes but he felt the creatures now around him, sitting beside him, poking his arm, his leg, his stomach.
"This one's skinny. It won't be good." The language was of the Free Trade Planet, Na'tahi. Everyone, even Frieza's pets were allowed to visit Na'tahi when they needed too. Vegeta had a stock there, filled of billions of money in all types of currency. It was a place he'd run to if he could ever escape.
"Don't care, let's get it on the fire. I'm starvin'." A gruff woman's voice was followed by several laughs.
Vegeta waited. His foot was grabbed , his body dragged out of the little self-made cave. It wasn't until he felt the heat of the fire he finally flared his ki, kicking out of the hold and getting to his feet.
The fire only showed the closest creatures to him. A male and female twins, white skin like Frieza's but their eyes glistened against the fire, showing their white irises. There was more out there but in this darkness he couldn't see. He concentrated on ki's, but without his scouter he couldn't spot them.
"You didn't kill him!" The woman roared, knocking her brother in the head.
"He looked dead!" The man fought back, guarding himself foolishly.
"Enough.." Vegeta barged out. "I will not deal with your stupidity."
"Well lookit here. This one obvious never heard about us, sister." The man chuckled wickedly.
"What is he? Look, he's got a fucking tail." Someone in the back yelled.
"It's a kid. Why would someone leave a kid."
"Who gives a shit, throw him on the fire!" The many roared in agreement.
"Don't fucking move." Vegeta bit, allowing his Ki to expand, bringing light to his palms. Vegeta was still naïve enough to believe that they would be impressed considering they're weren't many races that could release fire from their palms.
So when they did not cower in fear he was taken a bit off guard.
"Well look it here. A glow boy." They chuckled at their leader's joke. Vegeta bared his fang whipping his tail menacingly. His ego was beginning to take over. This dumbass creatures were already dead in his eyes, they just didn't know it yet.
Vegeta unleashed his power shooting a ki blast through three creatures that were behind them. Their bodies hit the floor but not before he rammed his fist through another creature to the side. When he raised his fist to kill another, the twins were upon him, grabbing his wrists and sucking his ki right from his skin.
He dropped to his knees in shock. It was a worse feeling then any, he felt himself vomit before he passed out.
When he woke it was to the smell of food roasting on the fire. His stomach pushed him to alert, begging for the tantalizing meat that was cooking. Vegeta stood in hurry, his eyes darting all around wondering where all the psychos had gone.
A giggle alerted him from the corner. The female twin smiled seductively, "Don't worry, little Tiyno. You're safe for the moment." She tossed him a charbroiled part of meat, burned and full. He grabbed it and quickly scoffed it down. She was waiting for something, that much was obvious. Vegeta glared at her from over his meal.
"What?" He ruffed, swallowing the last bite.
"What rank are you in Frieza's army?" Vegeta wasn't too surprised that they knew he was with Frieza. The better question would be, who wasn't?
"General Leader of the Fifth division, number Five of the Cold Reign, and Highest Captain of Quadrant Seven."
"Take a breather, Number Five. That's pretty high for a kid." Vegeta scoffed and looked at the bone wondering if there was anymore. "You still hungry, Tiyno?" She past him another piece. "Tell me, what kind of power was that?" Vegeta shot a glance telling her silently it was none of her business. The meat flew from his hand before he could take a bite. She smiled sweetly and waited.
"Sayian." She allowed her powers to let it float back into his hand.
"It was delicious. A taste I've never had." Vegeta felt a bit uneasy now. He took in his surroundings even as he ate, keeping his new attention private. They were in a cave guarded from the storms outside and the only exit was right next to her. It wasn't the best situation but if need be he could knock down this whole mountain side and crush her. Perhaps he would die in its downfall as well but as always his life was worth risking.
He flung the bone in the fire, glancing around again to see if they're just might be another piece she was hiding. She giggled, "You certainly have a huge appetite. Wonder if it has anything to do with your enormous power." Vegeta eyed her. He really wanted to know what the hell was her reason for being here and where the hell was everyone else. From behind her back she pulled out another log of meat. A grin was on her features while his eyes widened. Fingers were attached to this bone. "You like prison meat, don't you." She flung it at him and laughed out loud as he flinched away from it, the fingers nearly brushing his leg he quickly tucked into his chest.
"It was, them?" He swallowed hard, the bile quickly raising.
"Why of course. What else food is there? You're just lucky it wasn't you this time." She began to crawl toward him on her hands and knees, she bit her lip leaning in close enough to smell him. "If you obey me, little Tiyno, I'll keep you nice and safe and warm." Her hand reached up and pressed against his breast. "Feed me that power now."
Vegeta shoved her away toward the uneaten arm, wondering how fast she was and if he had time for the exit. But just as he got to his feet, her twin brother arrived in the doorway. He smirked his sharp carnivore fangs. "Is he going to be a good Tiyno, Munkir?"
"Perhaps a little lesson first, Nakir."
Vegeta heightened his ki quickly ready for battle, but Munkir grabbed a hold of his foot, laughing hysterically and moaning as she did it.
"Save some for me, huh?" Nakir hurried in, grabbing his arm.
Vegeta again felt all the power drain from his body, pulling the gravity down on him, and he dropped to his hands and knees.
"Look at it, he's presenting." Nakir got behind him, grabbing his tail with interest and laughed when Vegeta released a fervent groan.
And it was then, he could not remember what happened. And upon waking up, Nakir and Munkir were sawed in half and their blood painted the walls and decorated his uniform.
Vegeta got up, stumbling weak and powerless, starving. But he ran out into the hailing winds, loving how the darkness embraced him, so no one could find him.
And yet despite the lightless road before him, he was being hunted and could only keep moving blindly.
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Vegeta took a pause and got up going into the kitchen to find something quick to munch on.
"What's Tiyno?" Doctor Takashi questioned watching with interest and writing down his behavior.
"Food." He responded, slamming the cupboard finding nothing intriguing. All his dishes were dirty apparently.
"Did they…" Takashi snuck a glance a Trunks before continuing. "Rape you?"
Vegeta very aggressively barred his fangs, "No." He barked perhaps too sharply. That hadn't been a topic up for conversation and even mentioning it made Vegeta want to kill the human man. To bring it up in front of his son, the fucking audacity. And now, by his reaction would Trunks think it? Trunks was never to know, not even fucking wonder about it.
Takashi bowed his head in a silent apology knowing he had overstepped his bounds.
"Dad." Trunks' voice came up, softly and filled with uncertainty. Vegeta looked over to him. Trunks' eyes held compassion just as the woman always held. "Were you?"
Vegeta's body tightened so drastically and his breath stalled in his chest. Oh what shame. His pride was demolished, run over by sins of the past, things that could never be undone or forgiven. Perhaps if he had fought harder, trained harder, been harder, he would have gotten away and been able to face his son with honor. But now the biggest, most horrible thing Trunks could ever question was spoken. His world came apart.
And the worst thing about it, there was no place to hide.
Takashi sensed it, noticed it in Vegeta's wide gaze. He stood, "Trunks, come with me." The boy stared at him questioningly and Takashi gripped his arm, pulling him out of the room
The moment the door slammed shut, Vegeta felt his knees hit the tile harshly. Bulma was there, hugging him tight but he felt none of it. She was whispering, saying helpful words but he was deaf, mute and dumb. To be so shamed felt the same as he had when he was a little boy and Frieza had just got done violating him, ruining his soul more than he ever thought anyone could. He felt himself break inside. Trunks was his son, his reason for being and now the boy knew the worst thing that could have ever been known.
He wanted to shove out, fly away, never return, watching Trunks and Bra grow from afar so as to never face this again. But Bulma was holding him, keeping him, loving him, protecting him.
It took an hour or so for rational thought to flow back into mind. But he was hurting beyond repair now. Perhaps this was where he needed to be. Rock bottom. Because it was here that told him, facing his son would be similar to facing the truth. There was no more denying. He had to accept everything that happened to him, he had to relive the pain and torture so the healing could start anew with his family as a supportive drug to help.
Vegeta stood up pushing the woman slightly away and finally catching her eyes. "Let's start again." He told her, slightly demanding. He was ready now. He was going to destroy his past by saying it all out loud. He wasn't going to let the sins hide anymore. He was going to crush them by facing them.
Trunks had the unfortunate timing of being here today. The boy would learn everything. There was no more holding back. Vegeta was done with that. And if the boy got ruined in the process, then it was something to sacrifice. He had to finish it.
Takashi was hesitant. He peaked his head in, catching Vegeta's eyes making sure Bulma wasn't pretending. Vegeta's nod gave him the okay he needed and finally allowed Trunks to come back in. The boy was silent having been unprepared for the sudden downfall of the conversation.
Trunks was overwhelmed. Not only had he been shocked by the battles he was put up against on the jailed planet but to know he had eaten flesh of soul filled bodies turned his naïve world upside down. But now, having the knowledge that his father, one of the strongest beings in the universe was raped and deviled by stronger villains was enough to falter any negative thoughts toward his father.
He wouldn't have survived. He wouldn't have wanted too. What other tragedies had Vegeta faced? How terrible had it been? Could it get worse than rape? How? What sick creatures had Vegeta grown up with and how had his father become such a good man out of that process?
Trunks wanted to know it all, wanted to become a part of his father, to help and understand. But he feared. What if he wasn't strong enough to face all of Vegeta's demons? What if it became too much. Eating raw flesh had made his stomach rumble in disgust but rape? That was a whole other level.
Trunks sat down, staring at his father, willing his dad to meet his eyes so he would see that Trunks loved him still and nothing was going to change that. He hoped.
Vegeta stayed in the kitchen, allowing the shadows of the cabinets to hide him while he continued his story.
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Running was seemingly getting him no where. The only thing it really seemed to be doing was weakening him by the second. His breath came in hallow pants, his strength drained by the twins' evil hands and his power nonexistent after his blackout. He knew he had been the one to destroy the twins. It hadn't been the first time he blacked out, it happened many times recently.
It was something his father had tried to get out of him and it was something Frieza constantly strove for. A taste of his real Sayian power.
There weren't many moments in his life that he wished to be normal but now, running from creatures that wanted to cook him for dinner was one of those moments.
Vegeta stumbled and finally fell, laying on his back, panting harshly for air that was getting harder to process. The stars were gorgeous on this planet. So many and seemingly so close. He wondered vaguely where Vegeta-sei would have been but couldn't find the exact location which only told him he was probably on the wrong side of the universe.
He wanted to go home. Wherever that was.
Footsteps. Whispers. His Sayian hearing heard all of it. They weren't very good at sneaking thinking perhaps that the dark would hide their presence well enough. But Vegeta lived in darkness. He basked in the black that surrounded him, keeping him ignorant, keeping him safe.
Anger was welling in his heart. The gods were killing him and it seemed they didn't even care. What the fuck did they want from him? They give him these godly powers for what? For people to try and destroy? A power he himself couldn't even fucking control? What sense did that make? What did they expect from him? He was just a fucking kid! An orphan, not a Savior!
Revenge was something his little heart was learning all too well. He wanted to blast those damned gods, anger them, defy them as his mother defied them. He wished only to piss off the whole universe for doing this to him. Was he really a horrible creature? Did he really deserve what he was receiving?
He'd show the gods how horrible he really was for ruining him. He'd make them cry out in horror for messing with min.
A body hopped on top of him, a knife at his throat. Vegeta already had a ki blast ready aimed straight for an artery. He wanted to take his time with this one, bask in its screams. Make this creature cry as he wanted to cry. He would torture this creature as he wanted to torture the gods, the only vengeance he was sure he'd ever have.
A woman it seemed, as her face got clearer in the light. She spoke in some language unknown but he didn't care for her words. Her rage and readiness to kill were as bright as the stars. Death was in every part of her. She was just looking for something to eat.
Vegeta let the ki cut into her skin, she screamed and bucked but Vegeta only laughed completely indulged in the darkness now. He was filled with vengeance, darkening his heart just as the night.
He flipped her over, pulled her legs apart and shoved himself inside, cackling at her pain and thrashing. He motivated her hits and struck her across the face. Her nails dug into his skin, scratching and tearing but Vegeta only smirked. Her strength was no match for his Sayian hide. He didn't even feel her knife that she tried desperately to sink into his skin.
He fucked her until her screams were hoarsh in her throat. Vegeta's eyes went to the stars, hoping they were watching. He preyed they knew it was their fault. It was all their fucking fault.
Vegeta pushed off her, not willing to look on her face to feel any guilt. She was nothing but a vessel he used to the gods. Whatever she felt meant nothing.
He noticed the pocket cave she had sprung from. He grabbed her arm and dragged her unconscious body inside the cave. A fire was alive inside. A bed made of clothes of beings she killed welcomed him and he laid in it, warming quickly. He searched for food, anything that might give him some power but again he found nothing.
Vegeta wanted to wake her to ask her questions about this damned planet. Like how the hell he could get off of it. He looked over to her to see if she was on the verge of waking. The light hit her and at the same moment rocked him.
It was a child. A child as he was a child. She was perhaps a year or two younger.
He gawked at her. What the hell was she doing on this planet, a weak insignificant girl? She was nothing. Not a speck on Frieza's control board.
Vegeta snapped his mouth shut, drowning out any sense of remorse with anger. She was a stupid bitch and it was all her damned fault. He would take no blame. Vegeta got up and stood by her, kicking her in the stomach to wake her. She groaned, folding up in a ball, hugging herself close. He was sure her insides hurt pretty bad considering. He smirked, proud of his accomplishment when her gaze landed on him.
"Go to Hell" She spat and chucked her knife at him. He caught it between two fingers, smirking but her attention wasn't on him for long. Her pain was too much. There was no chance that he had been her first. Not for a woman out here in the desert. And her hold on her stomach was too protective, to careful.
He stepped on the other side of the fire to get a better look. Blood soaked the ground from between her legs and she shook from spasms of what he only assumed was pain. That's when he finally caught sight of her bulged stomach. Vegeta's voice stuck in his throat but the sound he made drew her attention. She looked at him and laughed, "Never seen the leftovers? Fuck and leave like all Frieza's soldiers. And you're just a child, fuck." She growned, "To be killed by a kid." Her voice appeared far older for her self but it was so obvious she was a child.
"You were sent here?"
Her gaze decreased. No brows he noticed so it was hard to make out any facial features. "You don't know much do ya? Thought you were Frieza's Fifth? What the hell are you doing here?"
"A test."
"Make sure you tell him, I survived. For the most part." She cursed again and dropped her upper body back to the floor as another spasm rocked her. Her hands felt along her expanded abdomen taking in deep breaths. "A fucking kid. Six months and I get killed by a kid."
"I'm older than you." He tried to point out, feeling a bit disrespected by the 'kid' part.
"So you've been alive longer than me, doesn't mean you're older. I was fucking men since I was five. What were you doing? Living with mommy and daddy? I was born into this fucking world. I came out waiting on dicks like you."
"You're Frieza's--"
"kid, yea, ain't that cool? Think I would have gotten some privileges or something. Nope, don't think I'm on daddy's good girl list. Well, he did give me that knife before he waved goodbye. Only thing that's kept me alive this long. Then bam, child armor boy here can't get cut. What the hell are you?"
"Sayian."
"Ah. It's all coming back." She shifted, cried out.
Vegeta shuffled on his feet. He hadn't been prepared for this. For this creature to talk to him as if he hadn't just raped her. She was the second woman he ever touched against their will and he was sure now she wouldn't be the last. He hadn't even known why he touched her.
The girl laughed, "You all nervous now. It can't be your first kill. First rape?"
"With child."
She giggled, "Oh, you like kids?" She didn't look for an answer. "Yea, me neither. But then when they grow in ya, they grow on ya." She shifted again, and Vegeta's attention finally fell on what she was looking for. A pouch that laid at the side just a few inches. He walked over and kicked it to her. "Oh what a gentlemen." She stuffed in behind her, giving her back support so she could lean up.
Vegeta looked out of the cave. Rain just started and the lightning burned across the sky. He should go, he shouldn't subject himself to this. She was going to die and so was her kid, there was nothing he could do about it now. But it seemed safer here than it did out there.
Now, gods, what have they planned for him? No way to win. Everything he did to spite them came around and bit him in the ass. He could never win, never have the upper hand. It wasn't fair. He never asked to be this creature. He never wanted to be Frieza's bitch. He just wanted his parents, his people, his home, and his life. They unleashed him to this vile world and he wasn't about to fucking die yet so they better look out, he'll prove himself yet.
Vegeta sat on the clothes, wincing at the smell. Blood, semen, and sweat suffusing for six months. If the fire hadn't destroyed most of the scent he wouldn't have been able to breathe.
"Okay, lunai. Stop it now." She groaned. Vegeta watched her with interest. There were no tears, no cries and yet from her posture and shakes she was in terrible pain. He had never met many females that didn't cry. At least ones that weren't soldiers.
Vegeta caught her red eyes. If they weren't so bright they'd remind him a bit of his mother. She had dark eyelashes like her. He shifted uncomfortable. He's never had to stay and deal with death. Bodies were common. Death was common. But dying, dying was a whole different experience. One he was sure he didn't want to face.
"Why did Frieza send you here?" Vegeta asked just so his thoughts wouldn't continue.
Her eyes squinted, "Are you dense?" She looked down to her stomach, "He got me with child."
He stalled, "Frieza?"
"Yea." She giggled as if it shouldn't be obvious.
"But I thought he bore you?"
"He did." She shook her head, "Killed by a stupid kid." She whispered mostly to the baby in her stomach. "What world do you live in?"
Apparently, Vegeta thought, not the worst one.
How could he be one of Frieza's top killers, torturers, and slave drivers, and still not know the most horrific lifestyle there was? There was more there. More to this life to hate, and despise. It didn't matter how he tried, it could still get worse. Gods, it could still get worse.
What the fuck was the point of living? Of struggling?
"Hey, kid." She yelled sharply. He shook his head coming back to the present to catch her gaze. "I know what you're thinking. Don't."
For him, it was already too late. "What's the point?"
"Don't figure it out. Don't worry about it. Do what Frieza tells ya and don't think about it."
"I don't want this fucking life."
"You think I did? It happens. When you kill Frieza, then repent. But until then, stay alive. That's the real game here. Stay alive. Then feel bad about it living as a king."
Be a slave and live as a monster. Those were his life lessons. The best two pieces of advice he'll ever get.
Both two women had told him 'later'. 'Later' he can have revenge. 'Later' he can be a man and a Sayian he should be. But what neither of them took into account, what if there was no 'later'? What if he didn't kill Frieza, and stayed a slave and a monster. What if he lost himself during the struggle and didn't know how to be normal again? It was already starting. Raping a woman wasn't something he did and here she was laying on the floor bleeding to death, the very symbol of his dying sanity. There was a chance that he wouldn't get revenge, not because he wouldn't be strong enough but because he would no longer want it.
It was a chance he would have to take. It was the only option left to him.
Vegeta however felt himself revitalized by her courage. His strength was returning, his mental strength that had been damaged by creatures that wanted to burn him alive to feed themselves. He had to get stronger if he was going survive. He had to be like this woman who was giving lifesaving advice to her rapist and killer. And after he destroys Frieza, then only then will he try and fix all his misdeeds.
He just hoped he didn't get lost along the way.
Vegeta stood. He allowed the monster to reign so his sanity could go hide. He would have to destroy his heart to live in this world. Whatever was left of it that is. He lifted his hand. She looked at him and smiled. "Vegeta's a good strong name for a boy, don't you think?" He made sure there was nothing left but ashes.
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They let him leave, neither stopping or stalling him to say anything they wanted. The silence was thick in the aftermath as they all rethought they're own lives in comparison to the man they all loved
Bulma herself was still grasping Vegeta's lifestyle so expecting Trunks to grasp it right away wasn't something she thought would be possible for the young boy. She looked at him quiet in reflection staring at the ground, eyes flicking in concentration. She wanted to know what he was thinking but waited patiently until he was ready to talk. And in case he needed any therapy of his own, Takashi stayed as well, quiet, writing his own thoughts on the notepad in his lap.
Trunks looked over to her finally after several minutes. Tears were lying hidden behind his eyes but despite his desire to be under control he was losing. He cleared his throat. "You knew?" His brows knit at her nod. "How long has he been coming here?"
"Only two months."
"After the accident?" She nodded. "He said he was fighting someone. I didn't understand." Trunks was quick to wipe a tear as if it were dust. Bulma smiled softly by his eyes strayed as his thoughts continued. "Is it bad," He swallowed. "That I pity him?"
She shook her head. "No. But it's not something he wants."
"What does he want?"
Bulma felt her own emotions get to her as she whispered, "To be a good man."
"Kami." Trunks bent over and held his head. "I can't believe I said it. I can't believe I said what I did."
Takashi cleared his throat. "May I ask what you said?"
Trunks shook his head, "It was wrong. I told him I didn't know what father was. That he was a disappointment."
Takashi flipped over his notebook and went to a new page. "Why did you say that?"
"I was being stupid. Wrapped up in my own selfishness."
Bulma offered up more information. "Trunks is going to have baby. He's having a hard time adjusting." His blue eyes shot to her in surprise, "You can talk to him too, Trunks. He'll keep your secrets." Trunks nodded softly and turned back to Takashi.
"I don't know how to be a dad."
"I understand that."
"It's not fair. I shouldn't have said."
"Trunks. Just because you're father has some issues to control, doesn't mean you're not allowed to feel what you feel."
"I have no right--"
"I'm telling you. It's okay. And hiding it, as you've been doing for your whole life, isn't going to make it easier for you."
Bulma's brows knit, "Hold on, what are you talking about?"
"Nothing." Trunks was quick to shut off the conversation. He patted his mother's knee, "Just help dad, okay mom. Please?"
"Of course." She smiled brightly and kissed his cheek. "When you get a chance, just tell him you're behind him, okay? He'll worry that you won't love him anymore now."
"Is he crazy? I'm proud of him. To get through that, and still be the person he is. It's amazing. I would have died a long time ago if would have been me, or gone crazy." He chuckled, making Bulma smile.
"I'm glad you're feeling better. We'll figure out this Nesa situation together. Now we better go, Bra will start getting upset."
Trunks walked with his mother to the door and after she said her goodbyes and walked down the hall Trunks stayed a bit behind and turned to Takashi, "Don't tell them anything."
"Trunks. You may want to deal with this on your own, but it's not healthy. You keeping all this resentment--"
"There's no resentment. Whatever you think, it's not right." He smiled encouragingly, "I'm fine. I love my parents. I'm not a typical teenager."
"I found, the ones that aren't typical are usually the ones that need help the most."
Trunks shook his head, "Thank you for helping my dad. You're a great man." Trunks shook his hand and walked away.