Goku rushed over to the lavender haired boy, making sure he was alright. He watched as Trunks's fearful blue eyes gazed at his mother, confused as to why this would happen.
          "Hey, what happened?" Goku asked, concerned. Trunks looked back at him with a pleading look, like he was begging him to fix everything and make it go back to normal. He had never seen Vegeta do something like this, sure he had fought a lot of people but it wasn't like him to attack members of his family.
          Trunks mumbled something between sobs about his mother hitting Vegeta, which caused the prince to lose it and snap. Tears flowed down Trunks's face as he cowered in the corner.
          Goku nodded, telling the boy to go up to his room and not come out until he knew it was safe. He didn't want Trunks to get hurt, more than he already had been. The boy listened, and quickly scampered up to his room, closing and locking the door behind him.
          As the tall saiyan stood back up and turned to face the fight, Bulma was thrown back to the ground. Vegeta stood above her, his hands forming tight fists. The look on the prince's face was inhumane, twisted with a terrifying rage.

          Goku wrapped his arms around Vegeta pinning him back so he couldn't move; he was lifted off the ground slightly, and he was pulled back by Goku's arms as they held Vegeta's shoulders back. The prince shouted and swung his arms, trying to free himself from the larger man's grasp. Vegeta slammed his elbows into Goku's ribs repeatedly, he felt himself losing his breath.
         The taller man held Vegeta for about 30 minutes before he felt the prince start to run out of energy, tears welled up in his eyes as he continued to try to escape Goku weakly. As he held Vegeta tight, he felt the prince's body go limp as he passed out, tears freely flowing down his face and blood still pouring from his wrists onto the tile floor. He loosened his grip, sighing out as he still held Vegeta up.
          He looked over at Bulma who sat still on the floor, shock covering her expression, she held her head wiping the blood that dripped down the side of her face away carefully. Bulma sat herself up so she could look around the destroyed room, blood lay spilt everywhere along with shards of glass and porcelain, furniture was broken and pieces were thrown about.
          "Call everyone, tell them to hurry..." Goku said, looking away from the blue haired woman and picking up the now unconscious Vegeta. Soon leaving the room and heading towards the stairs, carrying the prince.
          Bulma watched as Goku walked away, confused. Why had he seemed so calm? Why was he helping Vegeta and not her? She got to her feet, feeling a bit shaken up still. Bulma swiftly grabbed the house phone laying on the counter and dialed Kamè House, waiting impatiently.

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          Krillin had picked up the phone, being shouted at the second he answered.
          "Bulma! What's going on?" The short man asked, a bit shocked at the sudden yelling that came from the other end of the phone.
          "You need to tell everyone come here immediately! And hurry!" Bulma shouted, she sounded more angry than panicked.
          Krillin stood quietly, stunned as the phone was hung up quickly after the demand. He put the phone down and looked back towards his wife standing in the doorway, looking at him with a brow raised in question.
          "What was that about?" 18 asked in that usual monotone voice, stepping forward with her hands on her hips.
          "I don't know exactly," Krillin said furrowing his brows a bit. "But it sounded pretty urgent, do you think you could stay here and watch Marron?"
          18 nodded with a soft smile, telling Krillin to go and that she could handle watching Marron for a while. Krillin quickly left to tell everyone about what Bulma had said, gathering the group and leading them to the Briefs household.
          Along the way a few questions were asked about why Bulma had called, they were dismissed with the simple answer of "I don't know." Krillin sighed as he was asked again, furrowing his brows in disappointment.

         As they group arrived at the Briefs household, they sensed something different about the place. The whole feel of the place was different, like something terrible had happened there.
         Krillin carefully walked up to the front door and knocked, trying to be polite. The door slowly swung open, revealing the mess of a house, the group stood in shock at the scene. It reeked of metallic blood and some type of soup.
          "Um, h-hello...?" Krillin shouted a bit stunned, looking around the room. He carefully stepped inside, motioning for the others to do the same.
          "I wonder what happened here..." Tien said quietly, stepping over a puddle of dark red liquid with a large shard of glass in it.
          "Don't know, but it looks bad." Piccolo stated as he stepped in the house after the two, followed by Yamcha. "It looks like someone got murdered..." The tall namekian's eyes trailed down to the floor, plates seemed to be smashed on the ground and the furniture was torn up and ripped.
          As the group searched around the room, Bulma walked out from the bathroom; stopping to look at the group with a surprised expression. A bandage wrapped around her temples and forehead, like she was sufering from extreme injuries to the head.
Yamcha immediately ran over to the blue haired woman, asking 'if she was ok' and 'what happened' as he held her still. She told him, along with everyone else, what had happened; making herself seem the victim, like she hadn't done anything wrong and Vegeta was just a ruthless killer with only the intention to hurt the people around him. Of course, only Yamcha truly believed this. Sure, Vegeta was rude and inconsiderate, but he would never try to kill someone he cared about without a good reason.

          "Well, I guess some people never change..." Bulma sighed, frowning sadly. She had been referring to Vegeta. "Anyways, I don't know if I can clean this all by myself. Would you all be willing to help me...?" Bulma asked, pouting slightly.
          "Of course, no one would expect us not to help!" Yamcha blurted out, smiling proudly while the others glared at him. He always dragged them into things they didn't want to be part of, actually very similar to this exact situation.

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          As the five, or four, began to clean, one question burned in the back of everyone's minds: where was Goku in all this?
          Krillin scrunched up his nose in thought, why would Goku not be here if he was here earlier? Bulma had said that he was there and that he was the one to stop Vegeta's rampage, but never mentioned where he had went.
          "Hey, Bulma?" The short man turned to face the woman, who had just been standing there while the rest of them had actually been cleaning her home. "Where is Goku anyway, why is he not here?"
          "Hmm? Oh! Goku is here, he's upstairs 'taking care' of Vegeta." Bulma responded, scoffing and rolling her eyes as she pointed to the stairs behind her.
          Krillin looked back to the ground, still confused. This didn't make sense: Goku and Vegeta were rivals, so why would Goku take care of Vegeta?