Fear, Pride, and Anger
Vegeta was too afraid to move after his ordeal with Goku, but after laying there for over two hours he knew that he needed to get home. Go home and shower; he felt so dirty. So taking a deep breath he got up, put his cloths back on, and then started back to his house.
Once home he ran as fast as he could back up to his room, to get into the shower before anybody would stop him.
"Hey dad!" Vegeta almost yelped out, as he turned the corner to see 17 year old Trunks standing in front of him. "Oh sorry… gee dad why you so jumpy? You never get scared when I jump out at you?"
"Out of my way! I'm tired and need to have a shower…" Vegeta said trying to sound normal, but his voice was unmistakably weak.
"Are you sure
you're ok? You don't look so well… can I get you something?
Like water or-."
"Shut up! I'm just fine! Now move!"
Vegeta yelled pushing past his son, who now looked very concerned.
Vegeta didn't look back, instead ran full speed up to his room.
Where he quickly took his cloth back off and got right into the
shower, making sure the water was very hot.
"Hello again Vegeta…" The prince froze, as Goku's voice echoed in his head. "I'm glad to see that you're cleaning yourself up. Now as for our little schedule… I'm ok till tomorrow… But Gohan wouldn't mind some action tonight… so lets say ummm midnight? I'll be waiting… don't waste your time trying to hide, if you do then I'm going to have some fun with you too… so just be happy you only have one more fuck today… I'm sure that you wouldn't want to make that two? So see you later…" The voice in Vegeta's head went quiet, leaving the prince in a shaking mess. Now he would have to fulfill Gohan's desires as well? Vegeta sunk to his knees as started to cry once more. He had to do something to get out of this. He couldn't just become some sex slave to any of Kakorott's family who wanted a quick fuck. He was a prince, not some pleasure toy. "You just wait Kakorott… I'll train and kill you and your son… and that's a promise!"
Vegeta was down in the GR as soon as he finished cleaning up, with the gravity at 700. He was doing pus up's, on his tenth thousandth, when the door opened, making the gravity go back down to 1. "What do you want?!" He yelled getting up to see who had disturbed him.
"Ummm….dad… I was just wondering… if I could help out in your training. You know like spare or something?" Trunks said still a little afraid of the face that Vegeta had yelled at him earlier.
"I don't have time for this right now son… but if you can handle 700 times gravity then feel free to join me."
Trunks smiled at this walking the rest of the way into the room, shutting the door behind him. "Ok father lets go!" Trunks said getting into a fighting stance.
"You do know that I will have the gravity on right?" After receiving a nod he pushed 700 into the control pad.
Trunks was suddenly forced to use all of his power juts to keep himself on his feet, as his father walked over to him. "I told you that you couldn't handle this boy. So, you still want to fight me?"
"Of cores father… I j-just need t-to p-power up a b-bit… Haaaaaa!!!" Trunks yelled turning super Saiyan. "That's better… now let's go!" Trunks was the fist to make a move, throwing his at Vegeta's cheek.
"Your still too slow son…" Vegeta said quickly moving his head to the side, then slamming his knee into his son's chest. Trunks doubled over in pain, trying to catch his breath. "Come on! Stop crying and fight!" Vegeta just finished his sentence when Trunks shot up, punching the prince as hard as he could in the jaw.
"Take that!!! And this!" Trunks started taking advantage of his weak father's body without even noticing it. Within ten more blows, Vegeta was on the ground flinching in agony.
"Dad…. Oh my god…. Sorry!" Trunks said realizing what he had done. "I never knew you were that worn out… I'll go get mom." Trunks turned and quickly left the room to go find his mother.
"Mom!! It's dad… I hurt him… I never meant too… it just happened." Trunks said running into Bulma's lab. "He needs to go into the recuperation tank I think."
"What… oh ok… hurry then… bring him hear." Bulma said trying to sound somewhat concerned, but failed.
Trunks ran as fast as he could back to the GR, but was lost when he found no sign of his father. "Dad…" He looked around, and then started up to his room. "Dad, there you are… come on… mom's got a recuperation tank ready for you."
"Go away! I'll be fine!" Vegeta yelled sitting down on his bed. He was just tired that's all.
"I'm not going to take no as and answer father. No come on." Trunks made his way to his father's side and griped onto one of his arms. That's when he noticed a large dark hand mark around his upper arm. "Dad? What… what's this?" Trunks said lifting Vegeta's sleeve to uncover more of the burse. "Dad, who did this?"
"Back off! It's nothing. Now leave me be boy! I just want some sleep before tonight." Vegeta tightened his lips when he realized what he let slip.
"Tonight? What's happening tonight?"
"Nothing… forget I said anything… now leave…" Vegeta said lying down on his bed and turning the other way, so as not to face his son.
Trunks didn't know what to do. He knew something was defiantly wrong with his father, but he couldn't pinpoint what. And what was this about something happening tonight. What ever it was Trunks was going to find out. He'd keep somewhere close to his father until morning to see what he was up to. "O-ok father… whatever you say… have a good sleep then." Trunks got up and walked to the door. "See you tomorrow, and if you want anything just call me..." Trunks gave his dad one more look over then left the room, shutting the lights off as he went.
Trunks walked slowly back downstairs, feeling worried. He'd never seen his father like that before. What was wrong with him?
"Trunks, phone…" Bulma called from the kitchen.
"Got it." Trunks replied picking up the cordless and pressing the "Talk" button. "Hello."
"Hey Trunks, it's me Goten. What you up too tonight?"
"Oh… nothing much, you?"
"Well I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do something. Like I don't know… catch a movie?" Goten asked hopefully.
"Oh… well I don't know… My dad's not feeling too good… I think something's bugging him. But if you want to come over then you can." Trunks said trying to sound relaxed, but was not doing a very good job at it.
"Ok well then I'll be right over. Bye." Goten said then hung up the phone. Trunks sat back on the couch, feeling a little better, maybe Goten would have an idea what was wrong with his dad.
"Hey Trunks!" Goten said walking into the living room 20 minuets latter. "So what you want to do?" Goten walked over to Trunks and sat down beside him, stretching his legs out on the coffee table.
"Well I want to stay hear… so we can do something like play cards." Trunks suggested, though he really didn't feel like playing that.
"Oh Trunks settle down already… your dad is fine… he's just problem a little depressed about something… I'm sure it's nothing. Now let's go do something fun… like go to a movie… maybe we can score a few girls there too." Goten said getting up.
Trunks didn't move should he just leave his dad? Well Goten was right; he was probably just grumpy or something. But he's always grumpy, never jumpy though, or so ill looking. I suppose though there's really is nothing that he could do, except keep a close eye out for his fathers ki. "Ok, but not for a long movie… I don't want to leave my dad for too long."
"Great, come on then let's get a move on it." Goten said making his way to the front door with his jacket. "I'll drive!"
"Ya right… we'll be taking something worth calling a car. That piece of junk that you have will probably scary people. So we'll take my car." Trunks said grinning well grabbing his car keys. "Let's go."
Vegeta's POV
I could barley keep still in my bed, the thought of what I would be forced to do latter tonight was almost unbearable. Just how was I going to sleep? And what about Trunks? He saw Goku's hand marks on my arm, what would he think of that? I rolled over on my left side for the fifth time, and then decided to just get up. Maybe watching some TV would get my mind off the latter events.
I got up and quietly made my way downstairs to the living room, where I sat on the couch and picked up the remote. I glanced over at the clock, 11:00, only one more hour. My stomach gave a nasty jerk, making me want to vomit. But I ignored it, turning on the television to some stupid talk show. Not that it mattered what was on, I wasn't really watching it anyway. My mind was too busy worrying about midnight.
Knock, Knock, Knock!
The noise made me jump. Was it time yet? No… it was only 11:45, I still had 15 minuets. Slowly I rose to my feet, and then made my way quietly to the door. I reached out my right hand, and was just about to grab a hold of the knob, when a powerful hand tightened around my wrist. I tried to let out a gasp bout a second hand covered my mouth, allowing no sound to escape.
"It's time my prince…" Goku's voice whispered coldly in my ear. I felt him pull me closer to his body, so that I could feel the warmth of himself crawl up my skin. "Gohan is in your room already, so you can make your way up there. I'll deal with whoever is at the door… so hurry up, you wouldn't want to keep my son waiting, he's very impatient." Goku turned me so that I was facing the way back to my room, then released me slowly. I could feel tears swelling up in my eyes, but refused to let them fall. I just had to hold on to the pride I had left. "Get going…" Goku hissed in my ear, making me move. "You wouldn't want me to have to bring you up there myself now would you?"
I never answered, instead slowly started walking my way up toward my room. Knowing that, that was the very last place I wanted to go.
Goku's POV
"Can I help you?" I said duly opining the door.
"Hello… I was just wondering if Trunks was around." A young punk looking boy said.
"Sorry he's out… Now if you'd excuse me." I never waited for a response instead just closed the door, and quickly started walking to catch up with Vegeta. I figured that the little wimp would probably be walking as slow as he could, and I was right. "Ok Vegeta, where were we?" I said grabbing hold of his arm to make him walk faster. I could tell he was scared, I could smell it. An evil gin fell across my face as I realized juts how much I had broken him. He was a complete wreck, probably inches away from crying. Good, that's how I want him, less of a fight that way. "In hear!" I say roughly, shoving him into his room.
"It's about time… gee I was beginning to think he got away." Gohan said walking over to meet the two of us at the door. "So Vegeta… you ready? I'll be as gentle as I can with you… hear your quit fragile. So the less you fight the easer I'll go. Got it?"
"Rrrrrrrr…. You'll regret this with your life boy!" Vegeta growled quietly.
"What was that? I'm sorry I could barley hear you…" Gohan said moving closer to Vegeta, mocking him.
"Get on the fucking bed, we haven't got all night." I yell shoving him forward, so that he landed face down on his bed. "Remember Vegeta, if you fight him, then you'll have to deal with me… understand?"
Vegeta says nothing, so Gohan quickly got on top of him, straddling his waste. "I'll keep you face down… that way I would have to look at you when I shove my cock into you ass." Gohan laughed, pulled Vegeta's pants down, so all that he wore was a pair of silk boxers.
"I'll be just outside if he starts acting up." I said then left the room, before I became too intoxicated to hold myself back.
Trunks POV
"Come on Goten… I don't think those girls like you very much." I said leading Goten back to my car.
"Oh come on Trunks… they were totally digging me."
I roll my eyes as I start my car, and head back to my place. "Goten you'll never get a girl if you approach them like that." I say with a sigh.
"Oh and I suppose mister 'I can get any girl I want guy' should be giving me a lesson?" Goten said with a laugh.
"What ever… well at least the move was good." I say changing the subject.
"Ya… but I really didn't understand it. I mean who was the bad guy? The crazy one eyed dude? Or the hot chick with big tits?"
I laugh, as we make our way into my driveway. "Goten you really need to work on you school skills… that movie was so easy to get… But no, not for mister Goten…" I say in a mocking voice.
"Shut up..."
We quietly make are way to the door, where I say good bye and watch my friend disappear into the night sky. "Now to check up on my father." I say out loud opening the door. I step inside and immediately feel like something is wrong. Closing the door quietly behind me I throw me keys onto the counter and start toward the stairs to my dad's room.
