Tears of a Prince
Disclaimer: I do not own dbz it belongs to the brilliant mind of Akira Toriyama and funimation
This is my third or forth story, this is the most dramatic I have ever gone. It was distancing me from my earlier action fics but I think every author needs to do that. This is a very somewhat sad story, much death in story gets gloomy, but that's is the point to see how the characters develop and alter due to the events. So without any further interruptions I give you Tears of a Prince.
~~The Funeral has passed, all grieve and soon the events are shown to us. Bulma has died, but how, and why? What other effects will emerge from this tragedy? Now I give you the new chapter.
~~Check out the last part of the Shavocaian Saga, 'Hell has Returned'
All is ill in the family, with a death, and major grieving, that is not the most affective thing. The effects go from physical to mental for some and soon old lives come into play in the present. Many will suffer, and some will die, as the Briefs family is put on the edge at all turns. What is to come of the family?
Days never seize to be grim
(The day after Bulma's death)
All three awake in the hospital lobby, Bra with a blanket on her, and Trunks leaning on the wall. The tears in their eyes were still present, even in their sleep. Vegeta was still clearing some things out with the doctor about the event.
"I'm sorry sir, but there was no way we could have know. This disease is rare with adults, it was a heart failure." Vegeta let out a sigh of frustration and then carried on.
"Why weren't you able to detect this earlier?" Vegeta had hate and anger in his eyes, a look that he has not given in a while.
"Well this disease was somewhat dormant, it is almost impossible to detect unless that is what you are looking for from the start." Vegeta then left the doctor, and went to be with his children.
"(To himself) why, why did this have to happen?" Vegeta then looked to his left, his daughter Bra. So smart and beautiful, yet reminded him so of her mother, and that was a killer for him. To his right, his son Trunks, with the strength of a warrior, but heart of an angel, then all of a sudden he felt something stir in him.
"(In his head) Get rid of them who needs those pathetic weaklings, not us." Vegeta then got on guard he had not felt that way in a while, such hate and anger.
"I don't need you, I left you along time ago, I have them." Vegeta continued to talk to his former ego, and soon it became serious.
"You will need me, soon I'm all you are going to have. Soon you'll be the only one left."
"No, I will have them." Vegeta continued to attempt to convince himself otherwise.
"So that's how you are now huh? Okay, I can adjust to that, but that won't save them." Vegeta then sat up and wondered.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Face it, you will kill them, that's all you're meant to do. You were never good for anything more than a good kill. You're an animal, face it, you are below them, you cannot gain their love, especially after loosing Bulma." Vegeta then, looked back at what his other self just said.
"I didn't loose her, it was an accident."
"Face it, 'Vegeta' you killed your wife. You were never there for her, just like you're never there for your children. The doctors say it was natural but it's all your fault, all your fault." Vegeta shook his head, trying to stop the voice in his head.
"Shut up, leave me alone you bastard!" Suddenly the voice stopped and all was silent. The room was empty, and all that could be heard was the ticking of the clock. His hands were shaking, and he was scared to death, he then took his children in his embrace and continued to hold on.
(Present)
November third, the day after the funeral. All was quiet as Trunks now awakens and then sits up on his bed. He sits for a while and soon he comes to recall of all that has happened. Yet wishing it was a dream, he came to realize it was not. He then slowly got up and began to walk downstairs, where his father still sat. Little by little he got closer to the chair and then Trunks began to speak to his father.
"Dad?" Trunks began to approach his still father, and then tenseness came upon Trunks as he slowly walked to his father.
"Dad?" a slight whimper was in his voice at that time then soon he began to approach his face.
"WAKE UP!" Trunks then hit his father's face awaking a now pissed off Vegeta. Vegeta then grabbed the armrest of the chair and squeezed it, hard.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Vegeta then got up from his chair with a mightily pissed off face.
"Oh thank god!" Trunks then realized that he just pissed off his father and slowly backed away from him. He then gave a forced smile to his son and then sat back down in his chair.
"Just checking dad." Trunks then let out a sigh and continued to search for breakfast.
"That's okay, I can understand your feelings at this time." Trunks then looked at his father and saw for the first time he was weak, not physically, but mentally. This was a first for Trunks. He had never really seen his father down, or depressed.
"Dad? Is there any thing I can do?" Trunks sat next to his father and then listened to him closely.
"No Trunks go ahead and keep on eating your breakfast.
As the day progressed all seem calm and quite pleasant. If you were never to know of the events that passed, you would have never guessed of the depression and torment occurring in the family. The three were sitting down at the table, and all seemed normal. But all was not, for inside Vegeta's head, his old self became present once again.
(Conversation inside Vegeta's head)
"Why do you sit here? Do you actually believe that you can avoid their hate? Face it they will never forgive you, killer saiyan." Vegeta's eyes widened and soon Bra and Trunks saw that something was not right with their father.
"No I will overcome this, as I have overcome worst things in life."
"But you cannot avoid such a death. A death of a loved one, your loved one, and face it your negligence caused her death. You are a murderer and you always will be!"
"NO!" Vegeta then sprung from the table breaking his chair. Then he stormed off upstairs mumbling something.
Trunks and Bra looked at one another and soon followed their father upstairs where they heard noise from his room.
"Dad?" Bra began to shake as she began to hear the breaking of glass, and other items. Soon she saw her father going berserk in his bedroom.
"Father!" Trunks then attempted to apprehend his father, but failed.
"Stay away from me you brats! What do I need you for, I have no use for pathetic pieces of shit like your selves!" Trunks and Bra then could not believe what their ears began to give to them. Their father began to deny them.
"Daddy, you need help I'll take you to the doctor come on lets go." Bra began to get closer to her father but quickly rushed back to the side of her brother after Vegeta threw another picture frame across the room.
"Dad!" Vegeta did not respond to Trunks.
"Daddy!" He also ignored his daughter.
"Fine then, Vegeta." With his name said, Vegeta stopped and then looked at his son with a look of wildness.
"What do you want brat?" Trunks clinched his fists and then was on his guard. He slowly took steps to his father; little by little he got there.
"Daddy we love you." Bra then quickly approached her father, yet was struck on the side of her face.
"Bra! What the fuck is your problem!" Trunks then felt like attacking his father, yet instead went to his sister's aid.
"I don't think he's our father." Vegeta then looked at his children with an evil glare and soon began to smirk. The smirk turned to laughs, and soon Vegeta became hysterical and left Bra and Trunks no other choice but to leave the house.
"I don't know what's wrong with him, he's not our dad, I mean he hit, me! Why would he hit someone he loves?" Bra began to tear up and Trunks was at her side comforting her.
"He's different, I don't know what it is but he is different." As they began to go down the street, Trunks soon became out of breath. By the time they reached the next block, Bra was holding Trunks.
"Trunks? What's wrong? Trunks?" Trunks soon fainted and left Bra screaming in the middle of a moving sidewalk.
"Do you have a phone?" Bra was searching for a phone; soon the ambulance arrived and took Trunks and Bra to the hospital. And for the third day in one week, they were at the hospital. Bra stood in the lobby, but for some strange reason, the phones were down. She could not contact anyone, she was alone, and soon the doctor emerged and approached Bra.
"Miss, did you come with a young man, over two hours ago?"
"Yeah, he's by brother, what happened? Is he fine."
"For the moment he will be fine. We stabilized his condition, he should be awake in a few hours." Bra let out a sigh of relief but then saw the doctor lower his head.
"But I have other news, miss. While stabilizing him, we noticed a problem in his heart. Does your family have a history of heart problems?" Bra then began to collapse onto her feet. Slowly she looked up and answered the doctor.
"Yes, my mother, died a few days ago, supposedly her heart gave out." The doctor then wrote something on the clipboard.
"I'm afraid he has a new disease, that was just recently discovered. Its called type A heart tumor. It is a swelling of the heart. It should have been seen at birth, but sometimes it stays dormant for a while. I guess that is what may of happened to your mother. I'm sorry to say he may only have a few weeks to live. I truly am sorry miss." Bra sat in the lobby frozen, in an emotional wall that was now so strong, the joys of life itself couldn't break it down. Now alone Bra sat, waiting, waiting.
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Well hope this chapter was to your liking. How will the others deal with the news of Trunks? How will Vegeta react to the possibility of loosing his only son? What will the other Vegeta have to say? Look around for updates.
Next Chapter: Breakdown-Part I
Disclaimer: I do not own dbz it belongs to the brilliant mind of Akira Toriyama and funimation
This is my third or forth story, this is the most dramatic I have ever gone. It was distancing me from my earlier action fics but I think every author needs to do that. This is a very somewhat sad story, much death in story gets gloomy, but that's is the point to see how the characters develop and alter due to the events. So without any further interruptions I give you Tears of a Prince.
~~The Funeral has passed, all grieve and soon the events are shown to us. Bulma has died, but how, and why? What other effects will emerge from this tragedy? Now I give you the new chapter.
~~Check out the last part of the Shavocaian Saga, 'Hell has Returned'
All is ill in the family, with a death, and major grieving, that is not the most affective thing. The effects go from physical to mental for some and soon old lives come into play in the present. Many will suffer, and some will die, as the Briefs family is put on the edge at all turns. What is to come of the family?
Days never seize to be grim
(The day after Bulma's death)
All three awake in the hospital lobby, Bra with a blanket on her, and Trunks leaning on the wall. The tears in their eyes were still present, even in their sleep. Vegeta was still clearing some things out with the doctor about the event.
"I'm sorry sir, but there was no way we could have know. This disease is rare with adults, it was a heart failure." Vegeta let out a sigh of frustration and then carried on.
"Why weren't you able to detect this earlier?" Vegeta had hate and anger in his eyes, a look that he has not given in a while.
"Well this disease was somewhat dormant, it is almost impossible to detect unless that is what you are looking for from the start." Vegeta then left the doctor, and went to be with his children.
"(To himself) why, why did this have to happen?" Vegeta then looked to his left, his daughter Bra. So smart and beautiful, yet reminded him so of her mother, and that was a killer for him. To his right, his son Trunks, with the strength of a warrior, but heart of an angel, then all of a sudden he felt something stir in him.
"(In his head) Get rid of them who needs those pathetic weaklings, not us." Vegeta then got on guard he had not felt that way in a while, such hate and anger.
"I don't need you, I left you along time ago, I have them." Vegeta continued to talk to his former ego, and soon it became serious.
"You will need me, soon I'm all you are going to have. Soon you'll be the only one left."
"No, I will have them." Vegeta continued to attempt to convince himself otherwise.
"So that's how you are now huh? Okay, I can adjust to that, but that won't save them." Vegeta then sat up and wondered.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Face it, you will kill them, that's all you're meant to do. You were never good for anything more than a good kill. You're an animal, face it, you are below them, you cannot gain their love, especially after loosing Bulma." Vegeta then, looked back at what his other self just said.
"I didn't loose her, it was an accident."
"Face it, 'Vegeta' you killed your wife. You were never there for her, just like you're never there for your children. The doctors say it was natural but it's all your fault, all your fault." Vegeta shook his head, trying to stop the voice in his head.
"Shut up, leave me alone you bastard!" Suddenly the voice stopped and all was silent. The room was empty, and all that could be heard was the ticking of the clock. His hands were shaking, and he was scared to death, he then took his children in his embrace and continued to hold on.
(Present)
November third, the day after the funeral. All was quiet as Trunks now awakens and then sits up on his bed. He sits for a while and soon he comes to recall of all that has happened. Yet wishing it was a dream, he came to realize it was not. He then slowly got up and began to walk downstairs, where his father still sat. Little by little he got closer to the chair and then Trunks began to speak to his father.
"Dad?" Trunks began to approach his still father, and then tenseness came upon Trunks as he slowly walked to his father.
"Dad?" a slight whimper was in his voice at that time then soon he began to approach his face.
"WAKE UP!" Trunks then hit his father's face awaking a now pissed off Vegeta. Vegeta then grabbed the armrest of the chair and squeezed it, hard.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Vegeta then got up from his chair with a mightily pissed off face.
"Oh thank god!" Trunks then realized that he just pissed off his father and slowly backed away from him. He then gave a forced smile to his son and then sat back down in his chair.
"Just checking dad." Trunks then let out a sigh and continued to search for breakfast.
"That's okay, I can understand your feelings at this time." Trunks then looked at his father and saw for the first time he was weak, not physically, but mentally. This was a first for Trunks. He had never really seen his father down, or depressed.
"Dad? Is there any thing I can do?" Trunks sat next to his father and then listened to him closely.
"No Trunks go ahead and keep on eating your breakfast.
As the day progressed all seem calm and quite pleasant. If you were never to know of the events that passed, you would have never guessed of the depression and torment occurring in the family. The three were sitting down at the table, and all seemed normal. But all was not, for inside Vegeta's head, his old self became present once again.
(Conversation inside Vegeta's head)
"Why do you sit here? Do you actually believe that you can avoid their hate? Face it they will never forgive you, killer saiyan." Vegeta's eyes widened and soon Bra and Trunks saw that something was not right with their father.
"No I will overcome this, as I have overcome worst things in life."
"But you cannot avoid such a death. A death of a loved one, your loved one, and face it your negligence caused her death. You are a murderer and you always will be!"
"NO!" Vegeta then sprung from the table breaking his chair. Then he stormed off upstairs mumbling something.
Trunks and Bra looked at one another and soon followed their father upstairs where they heard noise from his room.
"Dad?" Bra began to shake as she began to hear the breaking of glass, and other items. Soon she saw her father going berserk in his bedroom.
"Father!" Trunks then attempted to apprehend his father, but failed.
"Stay away from me you brats! What do I need you for, I have no use for pathetic pieces of shit like your selves!" Trunks and Bra then could not believe what their ears began to give to them. Their father began to deny them.
"Daddy, you need help I'll take you to the doctor come on lets go." Bra began to get closer to her father but quickly rushed back to the side of her brother after Vegeta threw another picture frame across the room.
"Dad!" Vegeta did not respond to Trunks.
"Daddy!" He also ignored his daughter.
"Fine then, Vegeta." With his name said, Vegeta stopped and then looked at his son with a look of wildness.
"What do you want brat?" Trunks clinched his fists and then was on his guard. He slowly took steps to his father; little by little he got there.
"Daddy we love you." Bra then quickly approached her father, yet was struck on the side of her face.
"Bra! What the fuck is your problem!" Trunks then felt like attacking his father, yet instead went to his sister's aid.
"I don't think he's our father." Vegeta then looked at his children with an evil glare and soon began to smirk. The smirk turned to laughs, and soon Vegeta became hysterical and left Bra and Trunks no other choice but to leave the house.
"I don't know what's wrong with him, he's not our dad, I mean he hit, me! Why would he hit someone he loves?" Bra began to tear up and Trunks was at her side comforting her.
"He's different, I don't know what it is but he is different." As they began to go down the street, Trunks soon became out of breath. By the time they reached the next block, Bra was holding Trunks.
"Trunks? What's wrong? Trunks?" Trunks soon fainted and left Bra screaming in the middle of a moving sidewalk.
"Do you have a phone?" Bra was searching for a phone; soon the ambulance arrived and took Trunks and Bra to the hospital. And for the third day in one week, they were at the hospital. Bra stood in the lobby, but for some strange reason, the phones were down. She could not contact anyone, she was alone, and soon the doctor emerged and approached Bra.
"Miss, did you come with a young man, over two hours ago?"
"Yeah, he's by brother, what happened? Is he fine."
"For the moment he will be fine. We stabilized his condition, he should be awake in a few hours." Bra let out a sigh of relief but then saw the doctor lower his head.
"But I have other news, miss. While stabilizing him, we noticed a problem in his heart. Does your family have a history of heart problems?" Bra then began to collapse onto her feet. Slowly she looked up and answered the doctor.
"Yes, my mother, died a few days ago, supposedly her heart gave out." The doctor then wrote something on the clipboard.
"I'm afraid he has a new disease, that was just recently discovered. Its called type A heart tumor. It is a swelling of the heart. It should have been seen at birth, but sometimes it stays dormant for a while. I guess that is what may of happened to your mother. I'm sorry to say he may only have a few weeks to live. I truly am sorry miss." Bra sat in the lobby frozen, in an emotional wall that was now so strong, the joys of life itself couldn't break it down. Now alone Bra sat, waiting, waiting.
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Well hope this chapter was to your liking. How will the others deal with the news of Trunks? How will Vegeta react to the possibility of loosing his only son? What will the other Vegeta have to say? Look around for updates.
Next Chapter: Breakdown-Part I
