𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵 (//SLOW UPDATES//)

...Agian...

           It had been some time since the day that Goku had found Vegeta with his wrists slit open. That same night was the night Vegeta had made a fool of himself and told Goku everything that had happened to him.
          The prince had never expected that Goku would have been so understanding though, he thought that Goku would have have treated him like a lesser warrior because of what happened to him. Just for the taller saiyan's entertainment, but Goku wasn't the same as the others. He was rather dull at times, but he had his own way of showing that he cared. It was strange.

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          His eyelids fluttered open slowly, revealing the cold white ceiling. He had passed out again. His wrists stung, and his head throbbed. He sat up and gazed with tired eyes out the window. In was the middle of the day, maybe even starting to turn night.
          He stood up carefully, making sure he could steady himself once on his feet. He glanced over at the picture frame on his end table, the glass was cracked and blood dripped down it's surface. The picture inside was only slightly damaged, a small rip in the center.
          Vegeta shook his head and looked away, he turned his attention to the door frame. Which also had smears of blood on it, same as the floor for that matter.
          He took the doorknob firmly in his hand, then twisted it open. The door swung open into the hallway, and he stepped out from his room. He stumbled over to the stair case, after a few steps down he became more awake.
          The living room was bright and lively, and it smelled like fresh vegetables and soup. The TV was on with some children's show playing, a young lavender colour haired boy sat watching contently. Trunks. His eyes were fixated on the colourful screen.
In the kitchen, a teal haired woman wearing a pair of red jeans and a white t-shirt was sitting at the counter eating what seemed to be some type of stew. Bulma. She gazed over at Trunks as he sat on the floor giggling at the TV, but she soon turned her attention to Vegeta. Her eyes widened and she gasped, as she watched blood slowly drip down from his arms onto the tile floor.
          "Vegeta! Your arms!" She blurted out with a shocked look on her face. "They're bleeding everywhere!"
          His face scrunched up and with a confused look he lifted his arms to see she was right. He hadn't even noticed, had he done this so many times that he became numb to the feeling? He supposed so, it would make sense. Living with that harpy of a woman, Bulma, did make him feel rather useless.
          But where else did he have to go? He couldn't live at Kame House, then he would be no better than Yamcha or Krillin. Piccolo didn't really have a permanent home, and even if he did he wouldn't want the person who killed so many of his race to be his roommate. The only other place was with Goku, and his house was already full enough.
          "S-sorry, I didn't realize..." Vegeta replied, his tone tired and saddened. He truly didn't notice, and just that was quite concerning.
          "I just finished cleaning, and you've already made a mess by bleeding everywhere!" Bulma's voice was snarky, she was clearly agitated. "God, you really are pathetic. I can't believe you!"
          He looked away from her as she walked over to him, still complaining about the 'mess' he had made. She was so worked up over a little bit of blood. He was the one who was injured, but she didn't even stop to ask him what happened! All she ever seemed to care about was her and all the things she owned.
          Vegeta stood quietly, taking all the insults she threw at him, until Bulma finally had crossed the line.
          "No! I'm not weak, I'm not pathetic, and I am not useless!" He shouted.
          A loud crack rang out, and he winced at the sudden pain whipped across his face. With a shaky hand he reached up and felt his cheek, slowly warm blood trailed it's way down from his nose.
          Trunks turned to see what was happening, distracted from his show by the sound of a hand roughly smacking against someone's face. What he saw was rather unexpected to him, he had never seen his father look...scared...
          With wide eyes, Vegeta looked over to Bulma. She was standing with her hand raised, and a rather stern offended look on her petite face.
          "How dare you!? You're gonna try and stand up to me?!" Bulma screamed, she was given no response though. Vegeta simply stood there, fear in his eyes. "Oh, are you scared? Gonna cry? God, now I see way Frieza did all those things to you! You get hit once and then you stand there crying like the coward you really are, you are so pathetic!"
          She continued to mock the fearful prince, but was interrupted by a loud shout and a bright light. Bulma turned back to face Vegeta. His hair now a shimmering golden yellow, and his eyes a cold icey blue. Those eyes...they no longer showed any fear, only rage. Inhumane rage and only one thought. Kill.
          He stepped forward towards the now shocked Bulma, who stepped back with a hesitant look.
          "Dad, stop!" Trunks had gotten up the moment he heard his father shout. The young half-saiyan had run over to his father's side, tugging on his shirt as to try to get him to stop. His attempts weren't enough to actually do anything, though.
          With one swift movement, the young boy was knocked away. As he felt a flick of pain, he gazed back at Vegeta fearfully. Trunks had never seen his father act quite like this, he was horrifyingly violent.
          Trunks glanced at his mother, standing carefully in the kitchen with a plate in hand. With a quick toss, the plate was swung into the right shoulder of Vegeta. He cried out in pain as the shards of porcelain cut his skin, jabbing his arm as they shattered into small pieces.
          The prince bellowed a low growl from his throat as he turned his attention back to Bulma, walking toward her.
          The woman shouted as she fell back onto the floor, tripping over plastic cup that had toppled onto the floor.

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          Goku smiled as the wind blew his hair in different directions, it had been a while since he had seen Vegeta and his family. After he came home late that night ChiChi had been suspicious of him, asking why he had gotten home so late and what he was doing. He had lied to her, as he couldn't tell her the truth about Vegeta cutting himself, that would shatter the Prince's pride more than ever. So Goku had simply told ChiChi that Vegeta was feeling a bit under the weather, and he had stayed with him for a while.
          With this new information, that she was more than happy to believe, ChiChi had made something like a get well gift for Vegeta in the form of food. Egg rolls to be precise, one of Vegeta's favorite meals.
          Once ChiChi was done making the Egg Rolls, she had put them in a large container with a lid and told Goku to deliver them to Vegeta himself. As she was busy trying to teach Goten something about gravity and physics, or at least that's what Goku could remember Goten learning about last. Though it didn't really matter, he never really could understand those things well enough to remember how any of them worked or what they meant.
His thoughts traveled from place to place as he flew, but eventually they settled in one destination. His stomach. He looked down at the bowl of food. He had only eaten a rather small-ish meal this morning, and flying did take a lot of energy...
           "I'm sure Vegeta won't notice if one is gone..." he said as he carefully opened the container and took an Egg Roll.

          As he neared the Briefs home, he felt something...different, something wrong. He slowly lowered himself to the ground, observing the energy readings he felt. One of the power levels was huge, and deathly dangerous. Vegeta, no doubt. The other two were rather small compared, one was almost completely gone. This wasn't normal, Vegeta was usually stronger but not like this. Something seemed wrong with his energy, it was as if it felt...evil. What was going on..?
          Goku opened the door swiftly to find the horrid scene before him. Fighting. Blood and glass lay across the floor, chairs and what seemed to be Trunks was sat in the corner of the room, blood pouring from his nose. On the other side of the room Vegeta had Bulma pinned against the wall by the throat, squeezing the life from her as she gasped for air.