Trunks found himself walking in a daze towards home. He didn't have the strength to fly, other wise he'd be there by now.

He glanced down towards his bright yellow hooded vest that was now blood stained and dusty with mud and an odd smell was coming from his body, a mixture of semen and blood.

Damien's scent was on Trunks to the point he could of choked on it by breathing in. He noticed that there were no souls out there it had to be around one or two in the morning.

Trunks' body screamed with every pulsing step he took fire erupted in his veins. He had nothing to listen to for relaxation as he reached the cool welcoming yawn of Capsule Corp.

Trunks fell onto his knees and held his arms around his shoulders as he sobbed. Salted tears mixing in with dirt and blood.

He choked on the air he was breathing in, feeling so filthy, used and a disgrace but all he could do was cry. Feeling repulsive, he was so sick to be around himself; let alone be around anyone else in the state he was in.

Trunks hunched over, his body fell lifeless only moving by the jolts that came from the sobbing. He's lower body in flames he smelled blood; he knew it wasn't coming from his shirt that much he knew.

"Trunks…." A soft low voice spoke up disturbing the sixteen year old teen's sobbing.

Vegeta stood in nothing more than a part of leather pants on. He started at the lump on the ground eyes filled with worry. "Son" he spoke, voice fully concerned though attempting to keep it clam.

"Son, tell me. How long have you been out here?" The saiyan prince crouched next to his child as his arms went around the lavender haired youth protectively.

Vegeta could smell Damien's scent on his child the hair on his tail stood on it's end for a moment in shock. "Trunks…. What happened? Please son tell me."

Trunks stopped sobbing for a moment but remained silent unable to think or have the will to open his mouth he just stared at the green poisonous grass.

Vegeta choked back a small worried sob of his own, what the hell happened to his child?! "Come here….." Vegeta cooed as he took Trunks into his arms holding his son agesnt his chest.

Tightly clenching the demi saiyan's tender body Vegeta made his way into the living room of the house then sat his son onto the couch.

"I'll be right back alright?" He ruffled his son's hair lightly but Trunks pulled himself back in panic.

Vegeta turned and walked up the main stair well into the dark hallway staring at a wooden door were the medicine resided in.

He leaned towards a wall to his left and punched the wall with his right fist feeling the wall crumble agenst his knuckles.

He opened the door picking out harmless little items like gaze and wraps he didn't even bother closing the door as he proceeded to walk towards the down stairs living room once more.

Vegeta turned on a small lamp illuminating the room with a fake glow, his tail twitched at the sight of his son's appearance.

Trunks slouched staring at nothing but the wall ahead, his bright yellow vest he had got just earlier that day was dull and filthy.

He's pale skin was dusty, bruised and cut. His arms were in the same state looking as if he had gotten back from sparing with Goten or something worse.

"Let's get you cleaned up alright?" Vegeta knelt down and took his son's arm and began to clean the cuts and dirt off it. Trunks didn't put up a fight this time.

He looked towards his father with a shocked look upon his fragile face. "I'm…s-s-so! Sorry-y!" He sobbed.

Vegeta's head shot upward and looked upon his son, he had finally snapped out of it. "Whoa? Trunks, no. You don't have to be, just tell me. I'm begging you."

"D-daimen-n" Trunks choked out his voice cracking as his face felt hot.

"Daimen." Vegeta repeated back "That boy you were with?!" Vegeta stared at his son's face.

"Y-yes…"

Vegeta sat next to his son pulling Trunks to his shirtless body, "D-did he…?"

Vegeta began stammering on words afraid of what the answer would be.

"D-did he hurt you?"

"Yes…."

Vegeta closed his eyes in anger clenching his fists tightly forcing himself to ask another question.

"What did he do?"

"H-he….he.." Trunks stared; he couldn't pull himself to answer.

Vegeta knew what was coming for he had went through it only at such a young age he vaguely remembered, but Trunks was older and the impact could be different.

"Did he…..r-rape you?"

Trunks nodded "YES!" he sobbed loudly.