1 The Last of the Saiyans:
By Bobbin
(standard disclaimer here: I do not own DBZ)
Chapter2: Goku Grieves
Goku looked down at small face he had known for so few hours. The hair and clothes were scorched and blood was seeping from his wounds, not much because blood doesn't flow from the dead. *I was wrong, he grieved, wrong to not come back when I had the chance. I never knew him.* Gently he touched the wild black hair, so like his own. Such a short time ago, the child had been laughing and running around, happy and innocent in a way that Gohan had never been.
"I never intended…" a growled half apology came from behind him.
Goku picked up the small body and as he did, he felt another part of his self die. He turned and faced the Saiyan Prince with a grimace, "You've won, are you happy? You have caused the death of both my sons today, Vegita. The only Saiyans that will live past today will be your children, if Bulma survives," the tall Saiyan said bitterly.
"Ch..children?" Vegita was stunned.
"Don't tell me you've been ignoring your mate so much that you didn't know. I noticed the change in Bulma's ki right away." Goku glanced at the body of the boy in his arms. "Pride doesn't count, life counts. Now let me go, I've a real battle to fight." With that, he flew up and was soon out of sight.
Tears were streaming from Trunks eyes. "Why'd you do it, Daddy, he was my best friend. Why did you want to hurt Goten's father so bad?" For once speechless with shame and remorse, Vegita stepped forward and reached out to his son. The boy turned and looked at him with loathing, "Let me go! You're not my Father!" he yelled. "You have an ugly mark on your face like the man who hurt Videl and stole Gohan's power! My Father wouldn't have done that- he's a hero. I hate you!" Kicking out, Trunks wrenched himself away from Vegita and took off after Goku's disapating ki trail.
In a secluded valley near Babbidi's spaceship, a shadow lay on the grass. With the eagle eyesight of a Saiyan, Goku discerned it to be the spread out form of his elder son. Landing lightly beside it, he laid the body of his younger son down so that they were lying together in a grim parody of happier times of when himself and Gohan would relax in the grass after a bout of fishing. He touched the young man's chest to be certain, but there was no breath or heartbeat. He had grown up, and judging from his actions, he had cared for the spunky daughter of Hercule. Goku smiled slightly, then thought with stony determination, *They will have a chance.* He launched himself upward toward the final
fight.
AN: Thank you for the wonderful reviews. Sorry to disappoint ya, but this will be a short fic. I was watching it on Toonami and thought that Vegita turned from his evil side a bit quick. This gives him some reason to do so.
By Bobbin
(standard disclaimer here: I do not own DBZ)
Chapter2: Goku Grieves
Goku looked down at small face he had known for so few hours. The hair and clothes were scorched and blood was seeping from his wounds, not much because blood doesn't flow from the dead. *I was wrong, he grieved, wrong to not come back when I had the chance. I never knew him.* Gently he touched the wild black hair, so like his own. Such a short time ago, the child had been laughing and running around, happy and innocent in a way that Gohan had never been.
"I never intended…" a growled half apology came from behind him.
Goku picked up the small body and as he did, he felt another part of his self die. He turned and faced the Saiyan Prince with a grimace, "You've won, are you happy? You have caused the death of both my sons today, Vegita. The only Saiyans that will live past today will be your children, if Bulma survives," the tall Saiyan said bitterly.
"Ch..children?" Vegita was stunned.
"Don't tell me you've been ignoring your mate so much that you didn't know. I noticed the change in Bulma's ki right away." Goku glanced at the body of the boy in his arms. "Pride doesn't count, life counts. Now let me go, I've a real battle to fight." With that, he flew up and was soon out of sight.
Tears were streaming from Trunks eyes. "Why'd you do it, Daddy, he was my best friend. Why did you want to hurt Goten's father so bad?" For once speechless with shame and remorse, Vegita stepped forward and reached out to his son. The boy turned and looked at him with loathing, "Let me go! You're not my Father!" he yelled. "You have an ugly mark on your face like the man who hurt Videl and stole Gohan's power! My Father wouldn't have done that- he's a hero. I hate you!" Kicking out, Trunks wrenched himself away from Vegita and took off after Goku's disapating ki trail.
In a secluded valley near Babbidi's spaceship, a shadow lay on the grass. With the eagle eyesight of a Saiyan, Goku discerned it to be the spread out form of his elder son. Landing lightly beside it, he laid the body of his younger son down so that they were lying together in a grim parody of happier times of when himself and Gohan would relax in the grass after a bout of fishing. He touched the young man's chest to be certain, but there was no breath or heartbeat. He had grown up, and judging from his actions, he had cared for the spunky daughter of Hercule. Goku smiled slightly, then thought with stony determination, *They will have a chance.* He launched himself upward toward the final
fight.
AN: Thank you for the wonderful reviews. Sorry to disappoint ya, but this will be a short fic. I was watching it on Toonami and thought that Vegita turned from his evil side a bit quick. This gives him some reason to do so.