Within the dark room, Vegeta sat indian-style, with his back straight and his hands clasped loosely on his lap, deep in meditation.

His eyelids snapped open, when he heard the frantic cries of his son. Trunks was saying something about...

" Papa!!! " The lavender haired boy begged, tears of frustration sprang to his anguished eyes, at being ignored.

Hearing the urgency in his son's voice, Vegeta swung the door open in an arch. He came face-to-face with his crumbled looking son, "What the FUCK is the problem?!" he demanded in a menacingly cold voice. His appearance alone indicated that the fiery prince was pissed by the raucous made by his own son. During the encounter, he caught his brat's arm mid-raise, an inch before it plowed him in the face. He held onto it. Not too tightly, though. He had to find a way to settle his panicky son down. This was close, though not really fatherly.

"It's Goku, father."

Trunk's, emotionally exhausted, went limp into his father's arms, the fight leaving him. Kami...and and G-Goten, he he was....

"Yes yes," waved Vegeta impatiently, "I heard you the first time, boy."

Trunks looked increduously at his father, his eyes wide and face red with anger.

"What about the baka?" sneered the saiyan prince, feeling uncomfortable by the look his son was giving him. Vegeta held his son, shifting the boy in his arms so that the teen was more comfortable. Even though this was a show of weakness, he refused to let his pride get in the way of comforting his son. He let out a deep sigh. One that held his confusion, worry and tiredness.

"So scared..." cried Trunks, glad his voice was muffled by his father's chest.

Vegeta lightly rested his chin a top his son's lavender hair, contemplating. I wonder what has Trunk's so upset, that the boy would come to me, out of the blue? Especially after I informed him to never disturb me during my training, for anything. Hmmm, the boy said something about...Kakarrotto? "What about Kakarrotto," spat Vejita, still taking noted of his son's condition. The boy's been crying long before coming here.

Vejita's heart wrenched from the sight; he itched to wipe the tears away from his son's eyes but didn't. Couldn't. If the baka had any part in his son's suffering, he was going to give his nemesis the beating of a lifetime.

Trunks tightly closed his eyes; trying to breathe in and out, slowly, attempting to calm his shaky self. He wasn't sure how to word this so he instead, motioned for his father to follow him downstairs.

He slowed, as they reached the kitchen.


**Trunk's POV, Earlier**

Goten looked so lifeless and kami the blood!! Most of the blood had to be Goku-san's. He had Goten cradled tightly to his chest as he landed. Seeing them, their condition, kami it was still too much to take in. Shimatta! I can't believe I just stood frozen in my spot! Why the hell couldn't I move!!! For kami sake, I can't believe myself!!

Goku-san after lying his son down even though shakily; I remember he towered over Goten. I couldn't help it but my mind was still reeling, so pretty much I was useless. I had no idea of what was happening! Taking in Goku-san's appearance, I noticed this blue sticky substance on him. Seeing that than gave me an idea, though I did hope I was wrong. But I wasn't. There was more blood but it was coming from his back legs. Kami n-n-noo...please no... No! It can't... I won't know unless I ask...but come on how can I?

Goku then pushed something inside my friend's mouth. Goku used his hand to lightly massage it down his son's throat, so to help him swallow. I could tell the healing from the senzui bean was instantly taking effect. It must of went down. I'm half relieved, now that I see my friend's battered body being mended.

Soon after, it looks as though Goku-san's knee's were giving out. I still couldn't believe he made it here, let alone heal his son or carry him. Goku was in much more worse shape than Goten but he made sure his son was safe first. I wonder if he even knew he was here? Goku collapsed next to Goten but made sure not to land on him. He fell on all fours; his weight alone shook the Earth. I kept screaming to myself to move but no I think I was so shocked that was the reason why I did nothing. Shimatta! I jump literally when I hear a strangled retching cry come from his parted lips. Then I see his eye roll back to his head and he soon passes out, rolling onto his side.

I'm still standing, mind still racing. Piece's of info coming back. Goku gave his last senzui bean to Goten, and Goku still needs help! Even Goku's cry was echoing in my head. I wondered who in the hell would do this! I hear Goten moan which immediately snapped me out of my troubled thoughts. I run to him hoping I won't again freeze up. His eye-lid's popped open, startling me. . I watch him, his eye's are dashing back and forth wildly like he had the scare of his life! His frantic behavior is to much for me and I ended up stepping back from him, never seeing this side. I now see he's clutching his wrist as if he was trapped.

My gaze lazily travels down and kami HIS wrist, they're red! Oh kami what had happened? I gap at Goten for kami knows how long then I remember his father. I look over to Goku-san. For the first time I see marks on him. I do have some idea of what happened but kami...he he's a Saiyan, the strongest, how???

I look on, still very aware that I had stopped in my tracks while I tried to run towards them. I snap out of it again. I quietly walk walk over to Goten. He tensed. I wonder, did I do something to upset him? I then peer into his hazy eyes. Tiny droplets of water was forming under his lids. His arms were stretched out, pleading for me to hold him. I do and I end up crying with him. Goten tells me of some of what happened. Of how his father rescued him. Goten shifted so he could see his father; he starred eye wide at his unconscious form causing him to cry more harder. He tries to muffle his cries with his trembling hand but failed. I freeze inside dreaded to...kami...how can I tell Goten that I have an idea of what happened to Goku-san. Goten must of been out cold when what happened to his father. Why didn't we, any of us feel this happening? from the beating he received from the man after of course seeing his father charge towards them. I - I don't know if I can!!

I rip myself from his hold, not wanting to but having to. I explain to Goten that I will go get my father, Vejita. Only thing I knew was well he would know. I alone didn't know what to do!! I mean for kami's sake I just froze in my spot until I heard Goten!

Maybe my dad shouldn't know of this. I mean he had always hated Goku-san! With Goten as he is and...him hearing my father's laughter and belittlement towards either of them would be...

I snapped out of my thoughts again. I feel myself tumbling to the kitchen floor. I fall onto my bottom hard. Surprisingly, what happened was was that my father had pushed me! So that I was out of his way and in a blink of an eye, unlike me, he flew over to where Goku-san, his 'rival' laid. I'm sure he didn't mean too, but still, ouch!! I think he did it because he must of been shocked or something? Hell I was shocked. I always thought my father hated Goku. I guess he was to proud or something to admit of how he felt and possibly never meant all those mean jabs he said to him.

Before I knew it something fell on me. It was Goten and he was crying still. I wrap my arms around his waist. His head rested on my shoulder while I tried to sooth him. He quieted down some, whimpering a bit. I relax a little. From outside, my father was leaning over Goku's form. For me, I started to rock Goten and me. We both fell asleep, me still holding him. I didn't mine that we were lying on the cold kitchen floor; Goten didn't seem to either especially since I kept him warm.

**Outside Capsule Corpation**

Vegeta at first was puzzled when his son had wordlessly drugged him downstairs, the boy nearly causing him to trip and fall, possibly on both of themselves. Then he became confused more Trunk's unannouncingly halted, which caused him to slam hard into his boy's back. Almost as if the boy was reminiscing or so. At that moment Vegita felt ill. He didn't feel uneasy before even when Trunk's interrupted him. That was possible of what happened, because he was too absorbed in his meditation to even notice anything that was out of the ordinary. He now could sense that something was really wrong, something very bad. In the corner of Vejita's eye he was sure he saw Kakarrotto's hand. Noting that the baka's hand was indeed bloody. //Ka..kakarrotto??// "Nani????"

Vegeta than pushes his son out of the way; his pulse racing. He flew out as Kakarrotto's youngest son ran into our home to my son, I'm certain.

I land over to Kakarrotto, kneeling beside his prone form. I eye him over. Anger and deep sadness shown through my narrowing eye's. My blood's boiling as my mind races too my heart. I touch him, lying my palm on his shoulder; he doesn't stir. I panic and ended up slapping him hard across his already bruised cheek to wake him. A few minutes go bye. He starts to stir in his sleep. I sigh silently to myself in relief. I frown when I look at him again. My finger trace's some blood off of his face.

His clothes... His orange gi is tattered not just from battle but for other reasons. Each ripped in shreds except for his sash. His gi pants were torn in the back. Leaving his back muscular legs exposed like an animal had attacked him. Crimson red poured from his opening, which spilt down his thighs. There was blood smeared all over him and on the green grass underneath him. I instinctively run my fingertips over his cheek. His fresh tears are still visible, as are his eyes which were red rimmed and puffy.

//Kakarrotto...//

Goku's usual black spiky wild hair was matted with this blue substance and dirt. His arm and his legs had deep gashes in them, his blood spilling still. I bit my lip, instantly enraged! Who would dare? My eyebrow quirks up as I stilled. I turn Kakarrotto over so that he's resting in my lap. He unconsciously cradle's his ribs. They must be broken or badly damaged. His shoulder looks out of place like its been disconnected, it must of been by the heavy bruising underneath the skin. Whatever done this must of did that to make Kakarrotto defenseless. His wrist had markings on them. Red ones.. Bleeding as though he was clawed or possibly restrained in place by something, fighting to break free but unsuccessful in his attempts. Maybe it feared Kakarrotto would break free so it disconnected his shoulder? Fucking bastard!!

His breathing was ragged.

I tensed as Goku powers up subconsciously. His back arched high in the air. I feel his energy but surprisingly it doesn't burn me. It feels warm actually, comforting. I think he knows I'm with him, but I'm not sure. I can feel his pain as I watch him. His face is twisted up, in of anger, agony, and in self-hate.

A silent scream leaves his lips as more of his tears fall down his teal colored eyes. His eyes start to flutter shut. His golden glow starts to die down. His hair starts to fade back to black. He gasped out-loud as he struggled to sit up. I wrap my arms under his arms. I hold him tightly to my chest but not to tightly. I don't want to hurt him anymore than he is.

My eyes are glued to him. A single tear escapes my lid and trickles down onto his cheek, washing a tiny path of the blood there. His lids try to open up to look at me but that to is too painful for him. I hug him to me more wanting to weep openly. I feel like I'm about to cry any moment now like I never cried before. His lips are moving, but slowly.

What is he trying to say??

All of a sudden he tenses in my arms, alarmed. I look over to where I left my son. I see that Goten and him had fallen asleep. My son holding Goten for dear life.

I freeze as well feeling some presence approach close to where I am with Kakarrotto. He senses my fear and struggles to get up, regardless of his shape. I struggle holding him as I have some difficulty keeping him down. He twist and turns trying to break free. I know I'm hurting him now.

What is this I feel? It's very close now and I can smell it...

I grow impatient and glare down at him. Surprisingly, he glares back at me and I'm shocked, my mouth gaping. My grip loosens around him. Soon he somehow smacks me across the face with his palm. I fall to the ground holding my head where he hit me. I feel hurt and betrayed. I hear him growl then he turns Super Saiyan 3. He can go SSJ 3? I start to back away, terrified. He raises his palm up and I see his energy gathering in his palm. I gap at him my eyes wide filled with more hurt. His glare intensifies and I hear him mouth the kamehameha words. I for the first time, close my eyes to wait for the blow that will end my miserable life on this mud-ball of a planet by the very man that I...love.

I hear the energy crackle around him and then...

Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! I feel a sharp pain in my back like something sliced into me. I arch my back away from the pain and then I see light.


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I wake up feeling little droplets splash on my face as I realize it's raining and it's possibly almost morning the sky still dark, then moon still out. I feel the green grass tickling my cheek. I try to move and pause. My back it hurts and it felt naked. I shoot up my fingers digging into the muddy earth and blink continually to prevent the heavy rain from blocking my sight. I tense. I can feel the injury. It's not deep but it hurt. I lift myself up and sit Indian style. I look around. I jump back when my vision clears and I see that I was lying closely to some the blue substance I found earlier on Kakarroto. It was splattered all over the place. The light. Yesterday!!! Kakarrotto!!! I turn quickly, my muscles protesting each move I made. I scrambled to get up and trip over something hard. I fall over and land on it.

A soft thump was heard and a deep cry. I froze then realized it was Goku. My head snaps to the direction I heard the cry and fist my hands in his hair. I'm still pissed from yesterday. I yank his head up. He looks at me hurt, confused, and angered by my treatment. I slap him in the face and his head snaps to the side. I sneer and say that was for yesterday. Then I wrapped my arms around his body and lifted him up to me where I passionately kissed him, his tongue wrestling with mine. I smirk in the kiss and pull away to look into his eyes. He pouts at me and I capture his lips again tasting his blood and his with mine. He nibbles on my lip and I feel his body go limp as his head leaves my lips and rest on my head. I panic forgetting he's seriously injured and lift him in my arms and rush him inside.