He sat in the living room, staring at the flames, He was frowning.His tail slaping the couch
i can hear the windows being banged on by the wind and branches. i can hear the crackling of the red and yellow flames. but i don't care! At the moment i'm just thinking, engulfed by a decision. I don't know what to do about vegeta. He has been doing this for several months now. No one but me knew. No one really care, his son was suspecting somthing...gugh! how can i tell trunks, how cani tell him is proud arrogent strong father was cousing himself physical pain? How can i tell hi8m that vegeta is curled in on himself inthe dark crying, bleeding.
I could not tell him, i could fix vegeta before, then tell the boy... or have vegeta tell him. I want to help vegeta, it hurts me to se him bleed, cry...think he is alone. I won't let him!
The saiyan began to cry silently. the tears glimmered as they fell down his cheeks. He blinked them away, And stood up. He walked silently to the stairs and beganto climb them, his right hand on the railing...his sencitive ears could hear an almost inadible sniffle. each time he heard a sound from the second door on the left he would flinch, a tearing pain would always follow. He didn't know that he had a bond with the prince...and neither did the prince. the bond they shared made them unwillingly and unknowingly feel the others emotions. Which was in a way the reason for vegeta's pain. although goku seemed like he had an unlimited amount of bliss, it was a front, hiding his agony and pain. it seemed the prince felt this as well as his own, but not knowing of the bond he shared with the other. He figured it was all his own pain. so he did the things he did to escape it--
Goku had reached the door and put his hand on the knob... but ubruptly stopped... he could smell blood...with a snarl he turned the nob and charged in.
"Vegeta!" he hissed! slamming the door... his face was stern and his hair began to flicker gold. Vegeta did not move however, his back was turned to the angered saiyan. His legs drawn up to his chest, tail wrapps around himself protectivly, arms around his leggs, and head burried in his knees. "Vegeta?" he said softer, moving smoothly to the bed where vegeta was laying. an inch away he stoped and stared. on the counter was a dagger.
It was beutiful, the handle carved bone, it shimmerd in the moonlight. Jems, and silver swirled metals gaces it's markings... the blade formed to look like a jagged silver flame. Blood still on it's metal serface gave it a primal look, adding to it's beuty.
Goku frowned and picked the dagger up and looked at it. His now green eyes fixated on the crimson liquid. He snarled again and looked up at the small saiyan on the bed. He knew what he would do to make vegeta stop....
Well another chapter! and i'm definitely gonna add more.. of cource. ^-^ i think this is comin along nicely...R&R!
and i know my spellin sux!
Dislcaimer: I don't own dbz!
i can hear the windows being banged on by the wind and branches. i can hear the crackling of the red and yellow flames. but i don't care! At the moment i'm just thinking, engulfed by a decision. I don't know what to do about vegeta. He has been doing this for several months now. No one but me knew. No one really care, his son was suspecting somthing...gugh! how can i tell trunks, how cani tell him is proud arrogent strong father was cousing himself physical pain? How can i tell hi8m that vegeta is curled in on himself inthe dark crying, bleeding.
I could not tell him, i could fix vegeta before, then tell the boy... or have vegeta tell him. I want to help vegeta, it hurts me to se him bleed, cry...think he is alone. I won't let him!
The saiyan began to cry silently. the tears glimmered as they fell down his cheeks. He blinked them away, And stood up. He walked silently to the stairs and beganto climb them, his right hand on the railing...his sencitive ears could hear an almost inadible sniffle. each time he heard a sound from the second door on the left he would flinch, a tearing pain would always follow. He didn't know that he had a bond with the prince...and neither did the prince. the bond they shared made them unwillingly and unknowingly feel the others emotions. Which was in a way the reason for vegeta's pain. although goku seemed like he had an unlimited amount of bliss, it was a front, hiding his agony and pain. it seemed the prince felt this as well as his own, but not knowing of the bond he shared with the other. He figured it was all his own pain. so he did the things he did to escape it--
Goku had reached the door and put his hand on the knob... but ubruptly stopped... he could smell blood...with a snarl he turned the nob and charged in.
"Vegeta!" he hissed! slamming the door... his face was stern and his hair began to flicker gold. Vegeta did not move however, his back was turned to the angered saiyan. His legs drawn up to his chest, tail wrapps around himself protectivly, arms around his leggs, and head burried in his knees. "Vegeta?" he said softer, moving smoothly to the bed where vegeta was laying. an inch away he stoped and stared. on the counter was a dagger.
It was beutiful, the handle carved bone, it shimmerd in the moonlight. Jems, and silver swirled metals gaces it's markings... the blade formed to look like a jagged silver flame. Blood still on it's metal serface gave it a primal look, adding to it's beuty.
Goku frowned and picked the dagger up and looked at it. His now green eyes fixated on the crimson liquid. He snarled again and looked up at the small saiyan on the bed. He knew what he would do to make vegeta stop....
Well another chapter! and i'm definitely gonna add more.. of cource. ^-^ i think this is comin along nicely...R&R!
and i know my spellin sux!
Dislcaimer: I don't own dbz!