Broken Wings and Shredded Feathers
Angel Eyes 2
Author: Freewater
Warnings: Child abuse, Swearing.
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This story will also be told from Gohan, Trunks', and my POV.
Chapter Seven
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"You fucking bastard!!" Gohan roared out in a rage, letting go of his koi to change into a super saiyan and charge at the saiyan prince in front of him.
Vegeta simply smirked and let him attack, not caring as Gohan charged him right through the walls of Capsule Corp and into the open sky. He was quick to change into a super saiyan as well before Gohan could get in any punches on him though. Blocking every fist and knee with complete ease since the owner of those knees and fists was in enough of a rage to cloud up his concentration.
Much to Vegeta's advantage. And he intended on using it to the fullest.
He had to admit, when he came home just to sense Kakkarot's first brat along with his own in the same area as each other, he was a little worried. But after some careful last second thought and planning, he decided to give his brat back to his third class baka mate if they wanted each other so badly.
However, he wasn't about to be shamed out of his mind over the issue by simply handing him over after all this time. If the spawn of Kakkarot wanted him so much then he had to fight for him. And when he won the battle he'd send both his brat as well as Kakkarot's away in disgrace and defeat. Laughing at them when he did.
It was the most dishonorable thing ever for a saiyan to not be able to protect his mate in battle. And he would show that third class idiot, that no matter what he did, he would never be able to beat him. Even for the sake of his mate. Letting him experience the amount of shame that many were known to kill themselves over. And that was far better than having to put up with the little kisama in his house for all those months.
Gohan sent another fist at Vegeta's face, but the prince managed to move out of the way before taking his outstretched arm and flipping him over with enough force to send him crashing back down to the Earth.
Trunks ran outside with Bra in his arms just in time to see him fall to the Earth with a loud crash and enough of an impact to make the world beneath him shift and rumble under his feet. A cloud of dust rising from the place of impact and surrounding them all quickly as the wind blew it around.
His heart went into his throat at the sight while he tried to keep himself breathing. And with a lot of willpower he managed to keep himself from calling out to him. The last thing Gohan needed when he was in a fight was a distraction.
Vegeta watched from above as the dust settled around the pathetic figure beneath him. And he couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his current enemy, on his knees in the crater that he had created, trying to gather his energy for the fight.
The Saiyan prince had to admit that he was a little disappointed with this though, despite how amusing it was. He was hoping for a better challenge than this. And it was obvious to him how little the idiot had been training in his spare time with how weak he appeared to be.
But oh well, he supposed, extending his arms while gathering the energy he needed for the Final Flash attack. The less time he spent on him the more time he could use with trying to get Bra to see reason over the issue since she was the one who no doubt brought him over to Capsule corp to begin with.
Vegeta smirked down at him. One less Baka idiot to put up with after this. "FINAL FL--"
A sudden blast to his side, strong enough to send him flying off target a few feet stopped his attack, and he whipped his head down in the direction it came from to see (to his shock) his son, in super saiyan form with two open palms pointing directly at him. A mixed look of fear and protective anger on his face.
"Don't touch him!!" He yelled up at where he was still hovering, shaking and breathing heavily from the power he used for the attack before unwillingly melting back into his regular form, but still not dropping his hands. He was far too weak to keep anything up at the stage he was currently in.
Gohan looked at where Trunks stood in complete shock. He didn't think that Trunks would be so weak that he couldn't stay in super mode, but even then, proud that he would come to his defense even in such a weakened state and still be able to send off one strong attack to try and save him.
Bra could do nothing but watch the strange scene unfold before her from her hiding spot. Her big brother was quick to put her down before telling her to run and hide, and so the tree she was currently clutching onto was more than enough for her, as long as she was able to see what was going on.
Vegeta snarled down at him in a rage, feeling his blood boil at being caught off guard like that. He must have let his defenses slip when he cornered Kakkarot's first brat. But it wasn't going to happen again.
"So you want in on the fight, eh?!" He called down menacingly, causing Trunks' as well as Gohan's eyes to widen. Vegeta then charged at him at a lightning speed. "You got it!!"
The saiyan prince came at him at such a speed that Trunks didn't even have a chance to set up his defenses before being pummeled into the Capsule corp walls, a hand gripping his throat and lifting him from the ground.
Trunks brought up a hand to try and blast him, but Vegeta grabbed it before twisting it around painfully while sneering at him. If it weren't for the hand on his throat currently choking him, he would have cried out in pain.
Gohan's eyes widened at the sight. "Trunks!!" He called to him in a panic, charging at the madman holding onto his koi to try and save him.
Vegeta, not even looking behind him, let go of Trunks's hand before angling his body enough to point his palm behind him, blasting Gohan directly in the face as he came at him and sending him flying away before crashing to the ground face down. And he didn't get back up.
Trunks' eyes widened in fear, but that was all he could do as his lungs began to burn and his throat tried to force him to breathe, making choked sounds through Vegeta's grip as his vision began to blur.
Vegeta leaned in closer to him, knowing that he was about to pass out and wanting to say this before he did. "You need not worry brat, I won't kill him, just rip off a few of his limbs." He said before starting to laugh out loud menacingly.
Trunks felt his heart jump into his throat at his father's words, but just before he could pass out from his lack of air, Vegeta was thrown from him with a violent punch to the side of the face. Dropping him and allowing him to suck in the air he desperately needed in large gasps.
He looked up at the golden aura still in the air, fully expecting to see Gohan, but instead he found Goten!
The younger Son looked down at his best friend as he landed on his feet, offering his hand to help him up. "I sensed a fight going on with Vegeta and Gohan, and when I sensed you here too I knew it was trouble." He said while Trunks still tried to catch his breath, changing back into his normal form now that he thought the danger had been dealt with.
Goten started to look around, forgetting about Vegeta's presence. "Where is oniisan anyway?" He asked.
It was then that Trunks remembered the blast his koi received from his father, and his already short breath hitched in fear. "Oh God, he's over--" He pointed in the direction he last saw Gohan in on the ground, but he was no longer there.
He lowered his hand in confusion, looking over the surrounding area to see if he'd missed anything. But Gohan was nowhere in sight. "I-I don't know where he is." He said, only deepening the confusion that the two currently shared.
"SURPRISE!!!" Vegeta cried out, grabbing the both of them by their throats before lifting them from off the ground and swinging the both of them to the grass with one loud crash. He crashed one knee onto each of their chests, pinning the both of them on the grass as he proceeded to strangle them.
He tsk'd at them, shaking his head in disappointment while ignoring their frantic struggles for air. "Well that was a little unfair now wasn't it?" He asked, not paying any attention to their reddening faces as he spoke.
"Two against one?" He asked, tightening his grip on their necks. "I think I should start teaching the two of you some important less--"
He didn't get a chance to finish his little statement as Gohan came flying in from his hiding spot in the sky, right in the glare of the sun where he could make his excellent sneak attack, landing a direct punch to the side of his face and throwing him off of his koi and little brother.
He didn't stop his attack to make sure that they were alright though, instead he charged back at the saiyan prince just as he was trying to get back up, pinning him to the ground. "Fair?! You want to talk about FAIR?!?!" He demanded, the glowing aura from his super saiyan ki glowing just as bright, if not brighter then he'd seen it when he fought Cell as a child. And the idea that he was calling upon his hidden abilities to fight frightened him.
No matter how much he hated to admit it.
Gohan was now powering up so much the earth beneath him was giving out, a crater digging itself out beneath him as he lifted Vegeta's neck up by the collar of his fighting armor before punching him hard in the face.
Goten and Trunks had somehow made it to their feet, and were now trying to keep from falling back to the ground with the amount of energy flying around them. Bra ran out from her hiding spot to Goten who lifted her up and shielded her from the flying debris. She didn't want to be alone while the world shook around her. They were even forced to shield their eyes against the bright light being emitted from Gohan as he continued his relentless attack on Vegeta.
Trunks couldn't help but actually become afraid of what he was seeing, through the bright light. The killer look in Gohan's eyes was something that he'd only seen once before. And that was when his tousan was in the middle of hitting him. He never knew that Gohan could make that same look, and it unnerved him. Especially since he was doing it while hitting his father.
Even though he knew the bastard deserved it.
"YOU CALL WHAT YOU DID TO TRUNKS FAIR!?!" Gohan demanded, punching him hard in the face again before slamming the back of his head into the ground, grabbing his neck with both hands and trying to choke the life out of him for what he did in his blind rage.
This no good son of a bitch put his koi in a ki band before kicking the shit out of him hundreds of times and he wants to discuss fair fighting?! "I SHOULD KILL YOU RIGHT NOW YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!" He screamed out in his madness, still gripping onto his neck and sneering down at him in a look that could move mountains.
He could hardly see what he was doing with the intensity of his rage. It was all because of Vegeta! It was all his fault!! Vegeta kidnaped his koi from him! Vegeta told him all those lies! Vegeta manipulated him while he tortured his own son, it was Vegeta who put him on the brink of hating Trunks because he thought he left him! And it was Vegeta who was just stopped from trying to choke and kill Trunks and his little brother! He had to pay for it! He had to!!
He wanted his blood for what he did.
His grip on his neck didn't loosen, not even when he felt the grip from Vegeta's hands on his own, trying to pry him off loosen. The weaker he became and the closer he came to death the better. The world was better off without him in it anyway!
Even after Vegeta's hands dropped lifelessly to the ground, Gohan didn't let go of his neck, not yet. He could barely see that he had killed the man until his senses finally got the better of him, and he blinked his eyes wide open a few times before he finally realized what he had done.
Shakily, he forced his fingers away from Vegeta's neck, getting to his feet and taking a step away from the corpse. What had he done? He didn't really want to kill him, just make him suffer a little for all the things he did.
Goten, Bra and Trunks were all there watching as he murdered a man too. He just killed Vegeta in front of his son and daughter. He didn't want to do that!
He took a quick look at where the three of them were, all sitting on the ground from ultimately falling due to the energy he was letting off mere seconds ago.
Goten was looking up at him in complete disbelief, never seeing his brother go into such a rage before much less kill anyone for it.
Bra was in tears, clinging onto Gotens shirt while she stared at the dead body of her father. A sight that only made him feel all the more guilty for his actions.
And then there was Trunks. He was the sight that truly made him want to die.
The younger demi was looking up at him in complete horror. Gohan had just killed his father, right in front of him and his little sister. The insane look he had in his eyes when he did it gave him the faint idea that he might have been possessed by a demon when he did it.
The only other time he'd ever seen a look like that was from his father when he was beating mercilessly into the floor. And it scared him knowing that Gohan was capable of doing the same. It down right terrified him.
But, this was Gohan for crying out loud! He couldn't have meant to kill him! And even then, he only did it to try and protect him!
He killed because of him. It was all his fault his father was dead. He was dead and now Bra was an orphan all because of him!!
Gohan took a shaky step forward, towards his koi. He just looked so small and frightened from where he was, eyeing his father's body like it was the most terrifying thing in the world.
Not that he blamed him.
"Trunks," He started. "I'm so sorry--"
"He's dead." Trunks cut him off, tears spilling uncontrollably down his face. "He's dead, he's dead, he's dead." He cried out, but his tears weren't those of joy at his death. He didn't want his father to die, he was his father after all, he just wanted to be free of him. But not like this. Not like this.
Gohan felt his heart shatter at the sight of him. Knowing that he was the reason for all his emotional distress. Not to mention the Hell Bra would be going through when she finally came to terms with it. Kami, what did I do?' He thought in complete shame, turning back to where Vegeta's body lay. What did I do?'
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Vegeta felt a bright light shining all around his body, and when he finally managed to open his eyes he found it to be almost blinding.
"What the Hell?" He grumbled in confusion, bringing a hand up to shield his face. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he was in heaven. But then, how could that be? After all the horrible things he done in his life, how could King Yemma grant him access to heaven?
But he smirked once the realization hit him. It must have been because of his fights against Freeza, Cell and his sacrifice against Majin Buu. King Yemma was such a fool, there was no way he would send him to Hell after all that! No matter what he may have done in his past.
His smirk grew broader as he found himself adjusting to the annoying sparkle of the heavanly light. "Where is Onna?" He asked to himself, looking around his blank surroundings. Finding it to more than a little strange that heaven could be this empty, and coming to the conclusion that few people must be granted access to it.
But then, a shadowy form suddenly appeared a few feet away from him, in the basic shape of a person, unmoving from where they stood in the shadows, and he found this to be a little strange considering all the damn light he was surrounded by.
"Who the Hell are you!?" He called out in annoyance, watching in slight awe as the form slowly turned into the beautiful form of Bulma. The shadows disappearing around her as she opened her deep blue eyes to gaze at where he stood.
He blinked at her in shock and utter disbelief, taking a shaking step forward as his breath hitched. Was it really her he was seeing? After all these years was he finally getting his wife back?
"B-Bulma?" He asked, not using any of the other annoying names she hated so much in his happiness at actually seeing her again. Verbal spars, as fun as they were, could wait. Because right now all he wanted was to hold her.
Flying towards her as fast as he could, stopping just in front of where she stood. Trying to refrain himself from tackling her in what could be a public place. But just before he could take her into his arms, her gaze on him turned into a hard one as she whipped her hand up for a sharp slap to his face, stopping him dead in his tracks.
He just stood there, completely stunned and frozen on the spot. Did that really just happen? The actually slap didn't hurt, it was just because she had slapped him. What was that for!?
"B-Bulma?" He asked shakily, bringing a hand up to gingerly touch his reddening cheek.
"How could you?!?" She all but screeched at him, slapping him hard again on his other cheek sharply. He did nothing to stop her while she went ballistic on him, shaking like a leaf while tears formed in her eyes and spilled down her face. But he just didn't understand. What had he done to upset her so much?
She pretty much withdrew into herself at that point, taking a step away from him while turning her face away as well. "My baby, my poor baby." She sobbed out, shaking her head, and it was then that he understood why she was acting the way she was.
She was talking about Trunks.
"How could you...? How could you do that to my poor baby?" She cried out, shaking like a leaf where she stood before turning an accusing glare towards him.
"B-but you don't know what he is--"
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!! HE'S STILL MY BABY AND YOU HURT HIM!!" She roared out at him in a rage, taking several more steps away from where he stood in disgust. Just being near him made her feel dirty.
She knew what her son's choice's in life were, and she was also aware of what her widower husband had been doing to him for it. Blaming her poor baby for her death before cruelly abusing him like that for all those years. She was sickened by the very sight of him.
Vegeta took a shaking step forward in complete fear as she continually backed away from him. No! He couldn't lose her again! Not after just getting her back. He couldn't! He didn't want her to leave him again!
"STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE EVER AGAIN!!" She screeched with a stubborn stamp of her foot. And just before he could open his mouth to spit out any of his pathetic apologies or excuses, she turned on her heal and ran away from him.
"Bulma, come back!" He cried out, instantly giving chase. And with his Super Saiyan speed on his side, he would have caught her, but then something horrible happened.
He woke up.
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Gohan breathed a sigh of relief when Vegeta coughed only once before turning on his side and breathing on his own. Clutching at his chest while sucking in the air he so desperately needed to survive.
The older Son's efforts were finally rewarded as he got to his feet and put a shaky hand in his hair. After nearly five whole minutes of CPR the saiyan prince was alive and breathing on his own.
He was no longer a cold blooded killer. And Trunks was no longer afraid of him. The proof of that being when the lavender haired teen ran into his arms, holding him tightly while mumbling his thank you's that were muffled in his shirt.
Bra let out a squeal of delight when she saw her father breathing again before wiggling out of Goten's hold on her and running over to where he still lay. Hopping on him before hugging him tight. An act that knocked the wind out of him judging by the sound he made.
Gohan held Trunks tightly to him from where they stood, trying to keep himself from crying all over again. "I'm sorry, Trunks." He almost choked, kissing his ear before putting his face in the crook of his neck. He didn't mean to scare his koi like that when he fought his father, and just prayed that he wouldn't hold it against him.
Trunks sighed against him. "I don't blame you." He mumbled pitifully, ashamed that he was the source of Gohan's discomfort when he was only trying to save him. He knew that Gohan didn't mean to kill his father, and there was a difference between what he did and what his father did.
His father would hurt him simply for the sick pleasure of making him scream, and Gohan was hurting his father to try and get his revenge for him. There was a big difference now that he actually thought about it.
Vegeta held his daughter to him tightly as the girl stubbornly tried to hold back her tears of relief. Happy that he was still alive and afraid that she had almost lost him. Her tousan was always so big and strong to her, that the idea that he could ever be killed had never even crossed her young mind.
But Vegeta wasn't looking at her as she sniffled in his hold, he was looking at the spot where Gohan and Trunks were standing. Holding each other in a tight embrace while fighting back tears of their own. Eyes held tightly shut while they mumbled little words of love to each other that he couldn't make out.
Goten was standing nearby, his body tense as he watched Vegeta carefully to ensure that if he were to attack them he'd be ready to defend his brother and best friend. He wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.
The saiyan prince then turned his gaze back down to the little girl in his arms. And the hair on her head that was exactly the same as his wife's. And he was reminded of her hate filled words to him when he met her again in Other World. And as much as he hated to admit it, unless he excepted his son and his mate, there was no chance in hell Bulma would ever speak to him when he saw her again.
Sighing, he got to his feet, still cradling Bra in his arms before he approached them. Goten took a step forward and sneered at him, ready to attack if needed. Trunks saw him coming and tensed up in fear while Gohan tightened his grip on him. If Vegeta still wanted to fight then he would gladly fight him again.
The saiyan prince stopped short of them, looking at his son as he tried to bury himself in Gohan's arms. But even they couldn't make him feel completely safe at the moment as he fought to keep from shaking.
Vegeta noticed this, and he kept his voice as calm as possible. "I apologize to you, son. For everything that has happened since your mother's death." He forced himself to say sincerely. If he was to ever get Bulma's forgiveness then this was what he had to do. And he would do it no matter how much it irked him.
Trunks blinked up at him, not sure if he heard that correctly and thinking that his senses were most likely playing odd pranks on him. "What?" He asked, his voice filled with utter disbelief at the thought that his father was finally going to accept him, but his grip on Gohan still didn't loosen with the fearful idea that it was just a sick prank.
Gohan snarled at him menacingly, not trusting what he said for a second. "What the hell are you trying to pull?" He demanded fiercely. He didn't know what Vegeta's knew game was, toying with Trunks' mind like this, but whatever it was, he didn't like it at all.
The older saiyan just ignored his question. This was between him and his boy, not him and Kakkarot's brat. Just because he was about to accept them didn't mean he had to speak to him.
"I accept you and your mate. You need not worry about me any longer." He continued. "Capsule corp is yours to run by right, and if you want, you can visit your sister as well." He finished.
Trunks nearly choked when he heard that. His father was finally going to leave him alone? And he was accepting him and Gohan? "R-really?" He asked shakily, blue eyes becoming teary at the very thought.
Vegeta gave him a simple nod of his head before walking passed them and heading back for the house, snarling at Goten as he went.
"Bye, bye, oniisan!" Bra called happily with a wave before they disappeared. And that was the end of that.
The three demi saiyans all blinked from where they all stood. That had certainly come right out of nowhere. Vegeta accepting Trunks? There was no way in hell that was possible. Not after all the hell he'd put him through. Gohan hoped that this wasn't some sadistic trick to try and hurt his koi again, because he would make the saiyan prince pay for it if it was.
He looked down at where Trunks was still clutching at him under his arms, and judging by the mixed look of happiness and disbelief on his face, he was probably willing to take that chance just to be able to freely see his sister again.
Gohan sighed at the thought, if he ever did need to come back here to see his sister then he made a mental note to always go with him for protection. Trunks would do anything for his baby sister, even brave his father, so he would make sure to be there with him if and when he did.
He sighed again, kissing the top of Trunks' lavender head of hair. He just wanted to take him home and get his cuts and bruises properly dressed. That's all he wanted at the moment. Just to take him away.
"Let's go home." He whispered in his ear, Trunks looking up at him with so much relief in his eyes at the very thought.
"We might as well drive," Goten said, pulling out a car dinocap before opening it up with a poof of smoke. "I don't feel like flying after that." He finished with a shake of his head. So much had happened all within the time span of fifteen minutes that he seriously doubted he'd have the energy to fly.
Gohan and Trunks both nodded their heads in agreement. The idea of driving sounding so much more appealing than flying at the moment as they climbed into the backseat of the car and curled up together while Goten started the engine.
Gohan held Trunks closely to him protectively, practically pulling him on his lap as they drove off. He couldn't bare the thought of being without his koi ever again. Wanting to hold him like he was for the rest of his life and never let him go. It was so comforting, having him there with him at long last, and he knew that when it came time to actually let him go, it would be almost as painful as when they were separated.
To Be Continued.......................
A.N: okay, sorry this little chapter ending sucks, but it's too late to be thinking properly, And thanks to Herve for helping me with this chapter : ) really appreciate that one!
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