Goku X Vegeta

Chapter One: Divorced

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Goku walked in the house, tired from farming. He plopped down on the couch feeling his muscles relax. His son Goten ran into the room. "Dad!"
"Hey son, what's up." Goku asked patting Goten's hair.
"The ceiling." Goten said cheekily, Goku chuckled giving his son a classic noogie. "Dad you think you can teach me some more fighting moves?" Goten asked excitement in his eyes. "Sounds like fun! We haven't been really training. So, I suppose a few moves wouldn't hurt." Goku said getting up. "No you are not teaching my son ANY martial arts moves!" ChiChi's voice startled Goku, "C'mom ChiChi. He just wants to learn a few moves not much. Besides he's OUR son." Goku protested
"I don't care! He will be a civilized boy. Not some deliquent punk kid!" Goku let out a low growl and turn to his son. "Hey Goten why don't you go to your room for now. Mommy and I have some things to talk about." Goten nodded hesitantly before leaving the living room. "As I said Goku... You are not teaching my son anything! For all I know you're gonna make him end up like you! A clueless, stupid, deadbeat saiyan!" Goku flinched at ChiChi's words. A hurt and angry look came across Goku's face. "Is that all I am to you?" Goku shook his head, "of course I am. I don't get you ChiChi. I gave you my time. I gave you my adoration. Yet you still treat me like a child instead of your husband. Why am I even with you?" ChiChi slapped Goku hard. Leaving a red hand print. "You never gave me your time! Adoration even less! I gave you MY time. MY adoration but you just blow me off! And you act like a child!" ChiChi yelled shoving Goku back. The saiyan narrowed his eyes. "If you're so unhappy. Leave." Goku said uncharacteristically harsh. "W-what?" ChiChi gasped. "I said leave." Goku said nothing else. He turned around heading towards Goten's room. The saiyan stopped as he grabbed the handle hearing ChiChi's soft cries. Goku soften his gaze before entering his son's room to tell him the bit of bad news.

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Vegeta downed a bottle of water. He'd finished training in the Gravity Chamber. His body ached and craved to rest and unwind. The prince walked down the corridors heading for his room. Trunks stopped him midway there.
"Hey, Dad! I gotta question!" Trunks stopped infornt of his father. "Goten got the better of me with his stupid Kamehameha wave. I need to know how to deflect it!" Vegeta raised his brow it. "Pay attention to your posture. Trust me I learned the hard way." Vegeta said patring Trunks's lavender hair. "Also train. Haven't seen you do that in a while." With that Trunks left. You better beat Kakarrot's son, Trunks. Vegeta continued to head towards his room. He stopped a couple of feet away from the doorway. The sound of creaking and moaning was heard. Thinking the worse Vegeta opened the door. He flinched at the sight. Bulma having sex with Yamcha. The saiyan was overwhelmed with anger. "Yamcha... If you don't leave... I'll make sure you wish your mother never spread her legs." Vegeta said menacingly is ki spiking. Yamcha quickly dressed before scrambling out of the window. Vegeta turned his attention to Bulma who couldn't make eye contact with her husband. "Vegeta-"
"Don't. I'm leaving for good. You've clearly made your choice." The prince gathered his things putting them in a capsule. Vegeta left without another word. Though the saiyan prince was deeply hurt. He really did love Bulma seeing her with another man made Vegeta's heart break in ways that the warrior couldn't understand.