Broken Wings and Shredded Feathers

Angel Eyes 2

Author: Freewater

Warnings: Child abuse, Swearing.

Disclaimers: I do not own DBZ, I'm only using the characters for the sake of my story. Please do not sue me!

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Notes: A bunch of these means a change in time or character. These thing here indicate telepathy. These things here '' are for thoughts. Trunks is eighteen in this fic, Gohan is twenty eight, and Goten is also eighteen. I know he's supposed to be a year or so younger but I changed it. This is a continuation to my first fic "Angel Eyes" If you want to read this then read that story first or else you won't understand what's going on.

This story will also be told from Gohan, Trunks', and my POV.

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Chapter Three

It was only a fifteen minute flight from the Black Forest all the way to Capsule Corp, but those were still fifteen heart pounding minutes that Gohan could have done without. Vegeta had taken Trunks back he just knew it! It had to of been him! Trunks would never just leave him for no reason like that! He wouldn't! And the sound of his heartbroken voice inside of his head when he was forced to say goodbye only proved that!

When they finally landed on the front lawn, the sun was setting and making every shadow seen seem larger than normal, the darkness killing off the light, showing how late it was in the day and making Gohan deathly afraid of how long Trunks was actually inside for.

He didn't bother to knock when he got to the door, instead he found that kicking it in before entering to be a much better idea. "VEGETA!! Get down here now!!" He roared out through the grand house, trying to sense his Ki to pinpoint his location. If he was going to fight then he wanted to know where he was first.

Vegeta snarled at the sound of the door crashing before a booming and rage filled voice demanded that he show himself, and so he got to his feet, took his young daughter by the hand and headed downstairs with her. He would need her to make them leave.

When he entered the room, Gohan would have charged at him in his crazed madness if it weren't for the fact that Bra was standing right there, and so by some miracle, he controlled himself enough to not try and spill his blood in front of the child. Instead, all he allowed himself to do was snarl at him. "What did you do with Trunks?" He demanded, his eyes small slits as he glared daggers at the former prince.

Vegeta didn't even flinch at the mention of his sons name. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Was the calm reply.

Once again, Gohan was forced to hold his tongue for Bra's sake, and instead of the loud and foul threats and names he would have preferred to call him, he simply sneered as he spoke. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." He snarled. "Where is he? I won't ask again."

Vegeta folded his arms. "Do you sense the brat here? Or see him at all? It's because he isn't here. And it's that simple. Now leave." He snarled, his eyes becoming frightening with the rage that was filling them.

Gohan didn't move from the spot. He was too busy actually checking for Trunks' Ki signature, as was everyone else in the room.

He didn't realize that his face had dropped when he couldn't sense him, and he hardly saw the smirk that appeared on Vegeta's face either. He couldn't sense him at all.

But... if he wasn't here, then where did he go?

Piccolo frowned in thought, looking down at Bra who was eyeing them all curiously. Wondering what was going on. "Have you seen your brother around here?" He asked, getting everyone's attention with the question. Especially Gohan's, who looked down at the girl hopefully. She wouldn't lie to them, she wouldn't know how to!

He felt his heart shatter when the young girl shook her head no. "Onichan isn't here." She stated innocently, not knowing how much her words were hurting the older demi in the room.

Gohan felt like he was falling into darkness, butterflies coming into his stomach that quickly consumed him. He felt like he was going to be sick. Where was he then? Why did he cut him off?

...Did he leave him? Was that it? Did Trunks just leave him? He tried to shake the ridiculous thought from his head. No, Trunks wouldn't leave him. He wouldn't!

Vegeta turned his eyes to where Goten was standing, next to his father with a shocked and fearful expression on his face. Also wondering where his friend had gone. "Good luck finding your boyfriend." The prince sneered, turning his back on them all to leave.

Goten blinked when he heard that. "But, Trunks and I aren't together." He said, confused as to why the older saiyan would say something like that. Where would he get that idea?

Vegeta stopped abruptly, turning around to face him. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Of course they were together! Who else could it be?!

Quickly looking at the dark teens neck though, he was shocked to find no bite scars on either side of him. Or any kind of scar for that matter. But, if it wasn't him, then who...?

Vegeta's eyes widened as he whipped his head in the direction of Kakkarot's oldest brat, and one quick look at his neck showed the bite scar in plain sight. The scar that marked him as Trunks' life mate.

It was him!?! He was the one mated with his brat?!? What the fuck was he supposed to do now! If he found out that the fucker was here then there was no way he'd be able to put up a decent fight by himself! At least not with Kakkarot, the second spawn and the Namek around to back him up. Perhaps he could take him in a fight alone, but he wasn't sure how often the stupid spawn trained. So that little characteristic was an unknown at the moment.

Keeping his usual face of calm, he just made an uncaring snort. "Whatever, just get out." He said, turning away and leaving the room, the lot of them standing there in confusion and shock. Especially Gohan.

If Trunks wasn't here, then where did he go? Why would he leave? What had happened?

His mind couldn't help but race at the many frightening ideas that went through it, the only one making any sense was that Trunks actually had left him. And hot tears forced their way into his eyes at the horrible thought as he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, leading him out with the others and back home to try and explain what had just happened to the others still waiting back at the party.

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Vegeta could sense when they had left the building and flown away, a part of him letting out a sigh of relief that he hadn't been caught with an evil smirk in place on his lips. They wouldn't be coming back anytime soon, not since they thought that the stupid brat wasn't here.

He patted his daughters head, telling her that she had done a good job with the game being played before sending her off to bed for the night.

He made sure to have the boy tell her not to let anyone know he was here. The new rules of their game being, no one else could ever find him, or the game would be lost.

So childish things had a purpose after all. How convenient.

He headed back to where the brat was waiting, locked in a small closet like and windowless room, with an even tinier connecting bathroom. There was barely any room to lay down inside since it was about five feet across, but it was more than what he deserved in his opinion. Coming back after being warned not to, as if he was a fool and wouldn't figure it out! Stupid fucking brat.

No one would ever find him now though, not after what he did to prevent it. And if the boy even tried to re-open that link he would see to it that he suffered. And he told him that too.

It took two people to make a mental link work, and for as long as the boy had his Ki cuffs in place, he wouldn't be able to sense him, but if he opened the link back up, he would be able to sense it through Kakkarot's second brat. And he promised the boy a lot of pain if he even dared to disobey him again.

Vegeta unlocked the door to the dark and tiny room before slamming it open, making the shaking Trunks inside jump with fear, instantly getting to his feet before backing up into the corner. Trying to get as far away from his murderous looking father as he could get, which unfortunately wasn't very far at all.

He wasn't looking forward to what was going to happen at all. He didn't want this! Why did his father have to hate him so much?

Vegeta cracked his knuckles mercilessly before entering the tiny room, slamming the door shut behind him to prevent any escape.

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Three and a half weeks had passed since my Koi had disappeared, and there was still no clue as to where he went or any word from him, and I can't help but want to strangle something, ANYTHING to try and take my mind off of the pain. Even after all this time had passed I still feel cold without my other half. It was like I was dead inside.

I don't understand. I thought that he was forced to break our link by his father, and that would be the reason why he did it, but it wasn't. I barged into Capsule Corp looking for him and demanding his return but he wasn't there. He wouldn't hide his energy signature from me to go back and live with Vegeta again, not after what that bastard had put him through, so he couldn't be there.

I even went back a few times afterwards to try and see if I could sense him. To make sure that there was nothing I had missed, and nothing came up. Everyone once in a while Vegeta's energy level would fluctuate, suggesting that he was training, but that was it. He wasn't there.

And if Trunks wasn't at Capsule Corp, and was hiding his power level from me, that could only mean that he... left me.

Why would my Koi just leave me out of the blue like that? It hurts so much being without him, I can't stand it. Why did he leave me? Oh God, what did I do wrong?

I'm in my apartment right now, sitting at my desk while looking at one of our most recent framed photos in my clenched and shaking hands, tears streaming down my face, making it hard to see. We were at the park that day, my arms draped around his shoulders while he gives the V sign to the camera, the trees behind us all one big green blur.

We were both smiling that day.

I thought he was happy with me. I thought he forgave me for how I acted when I found out about my feelings for him. How could he just get up and leave me like this?!

Why? Why, why, why, why, WHY?!?

I threw the picture away as hard as I could, listening with no satisfaction as it whipped across the room and smashed into the wall. Glass shattering and scattering across the floor, along with the other broken framed pictures I threw over there to be forgotten.

My breathing is so hard that I might as well have been running a few laps around the earth. My tears still not letting up despite the constant energy I'm putting in to try and stop them.

It isn't fair. I loved him God dammit, I did! How could he do this to me!?! How?!?

I just knocked the monitor to my computer off the desk. It smashed loudly on the floor, and I don't care.

That bastard! That selfish little fucking bastard! If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be feeling this way! Claiming to love me so much and wanting to bond with me when it was nothing more than a stupid, worthless teen crush! He probably ran off with someone else. Someone closer to his age who he could be with all the time and not have to hide with just to have a relationship.

/Goodbye, Gohan./

I stood abruptly, making the chair knock over before just blasting my desk, watching as it exploded into splinters and seeing them fall as the many papers that were on it floated to the floor in slow motion. I think I changed into a super saiyan in my rage, but I still don't care.

I hate him! I fucking hate him!

I hate him so much for making me feel this way! For worrying me so much when he doesn't even care about me anymore.

What changed? When did he stop loving me? Was it something I did? Did I do something wrong or did he just get bored? Did he think it was stupid trying to be with someone so much older?

Or did his love slowly die away when he realized that he made a mistake, like how I did with Videl?

That has to be it. What else could it be?

I was the next thing to break in that room, falling to my knees in choked sobs while hugging myself for comfort. Shaking like a leaf on the floor of a trashed office room, I must look so pathetic right now.

What did I do? Gods if I was doing something wrong he should have told me and I would have fixed it! Didn't he know that?

I still have our engagement rings in my pocket, and I'm tempted to pull them out before melting them into nothingness, but I just can't do it. I really am pathetic. And it's all his fault!

I hate him. But I still love him and want him back.

To Be Continue.................................

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