A/N: Hi Everyone, this is a story I had on my account before in like 2014. But took it down due to it being written in my old writing style and had been abandoned in disinterest. So, I have been working whole heartily on it since 2015 to make it fit better with my current writing style, and have a physical plot to follow. And the crazy thing is about this story is, I introduced God and Goddess in Dragon Ball Z before Dragon Ball: Battle of the Gods even came out, it's insane. I have been working on this story since I was fifteen years old, so it really threw me off when Akira Toriyama made that movie! Anyways, Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.

Chapter. 1

Azure irises stared sharply out in to blackness; glancing away they meet with eyes the color of red wine. Lashes fluttered slowly, before the being smiled sadly as everything cast to the deep shadows of a vast plain.

Vegeta gasped as he shot up in his bed, looking about around the darken room with the loud pounding of his heart in his ears. Sickness twisted his insides, looking out his window he watched the new day begin to set. Cold sweat made his clothing stick to his back, sighing he made to move out of the bed he shared with his wife. Pushing the covers to the side he sat silently on the edge, turning a slightly softened gaze to the blue haired and eyed beauty of his home who slept soundlessly. Oblivious to the ailing Prince, Vegeta lifted off the edge and walked heavily to the bathroom. Opening the door to step into the darken room, Icy blue eyes snapped open within the darkness making Vegeta jolt backwards. His headache piercing the back of his skull, making him clutch his eyes shut. Rubbing his head, he looked back to see nothing there, exhaustion suddenly pulled at the back of his mind.

This had been going on for some time now, him seeing those damn eyes. They always followed him, every wakening to the time of sleep they were always present. Vegeta clicked on the light with a growl as he did his routine, washing his face from the previous nightmare. Taking some more sleeping pills from the cabinet, Vegeta lumbering back to bed where no more nightmares plagued him, he needed all the rest he could get.

Because his son's birthday was in a week's time, he knew despite his obvious illness. Trunk's was turning a year worth celebrating in Saiyan terms, he wanted to be their, but yet he dreaded the day all the same.

Bulma creased her eyes brows upwards in a deep frown, something felt off? The moment that she woke up, she just knew her surroundings felt different from the norm. Laying on her side, she physically fought to stay awake. It proved to be hefty challenge since she was so comfortable, but she managed. Sapphire eyes focused on the painted ceiling of her room, but her main concern was the extra weight that indented the right side of her. Trying to shake off the uneasiness that settled over her, Bulma chanced a glance over her shoulder.

Bulma just about caused herself swipe- lash, her entire body stiffen, eyes widening, unable to comprehend words that wondered in her empty and tired brain. The uneasiness she felt previously doubled into overwhelming disbelief. Lying on his side laid her Saiyan husband. The Prince was curled up tightly with the entire blanket pooled at his waist; hugging his pillow in a loose hold. It was at this moment that Bulma noticed that she had only been sleeping with the sheet of the bed. Her anger only lasted a second because she quickly noticed something was off. Rolling over to be face to face with Vegeta, she leaned closer towards the Saiyan and felt immediate concern bubble in her heart. Under the stream of light in the otherwise dark room, she could make out Vegeta's breathing pattern. It was coming out in shallow puffs, almost like he was struggling to take in air. Bulma's brow creased further, her earlier exhaustion not even a thought to be considered as she pushed herself into a sitting position. Tossing the thin sheet away from her feet, she took a moment to yawn and stretch her well rested muscles before swinging her legs over the side of the bed. The cool feeling of the flooring against the soles of her bare feet didn't give her usual chills, as she raced off to the other side of the King size bed to be leveled with her Prince. Dropping to her fragile knees she reached out, placed her hand to his forehead. She always thought that Saiyan's couldn't get sick, but as she laid her hand on his sweaty skin she felt the heat that rolled off him.

She only pulled away when Vegeta shift with discomfort that pinched his facial features before settling again, she began biting her nails in anxiety, but she didn't have the heart to wake him up. Her bubble of deep thoughts was eventually burst when Vegeta flipped onto his stomach and heaved a congested breath of air. A wary smile pulled at the corners of her lips before the worry turned into pity, no point in waiting around, she would bring him breakfast. Leaving the ill Prince, she didn't notice the reflection in the window. Icy blue eyes curved into a smile as they stared at the sleeping Prince before vanishing just as the door gave an ominous click singled she was gone and he was alone.

The week of Trunks birthday was dampened immensely when Bulma woke up. It has been a week, and Vegeta's over all health was actually starting to scare her a little. Vegeta slept almost dead-like on his side, his chest moved up before immediately slamming down causing a wheezing sound to stifle out of pale lips. The entire week, Vegeta has been going from getting better to plummeting in health the next day and today was no exception. They discussed about cancelling the party a few times when he wasn't making a comeback from whatever sickness he had contracted, but just yesterday Vegeta was back to normal so she never made the phone calls.

What made her uneasy was the fact, he seemed worse. His usual bronze skin was now a little bit on the pale side but not by much. His lips were split and drained of color, but what stood out was that when he was like this, was his clouded over eyes. No longer the bright onyx black they use to be with that hard edge to them, they were grey and clouded over and sometimes he wasn't all there at times. Now she stood there, hesitate to wake him if at all. She was dressed for the day with her longer hair pulled in a fishtail braid, tiny curly strains framing her face. To finish the look for her hair she placed a white frilly flower pin that sat right behind her left ear. She wore a peach colored dress that was the design of lacy flowers and birds all the way down, on her feet were brightly white enclosed shoes with the same lacy design. Around her neck was a lovely white pearl necklace that had a locket in the middle, inside was her family. She somehow created with this temperamental, arrogant Saiyan of a man.

All in all she was adorable and worthy to have the hand of a Prince. Even though he was an alien, it still counted in her eyes. Sighing softly and probably would regret waking him up later, she moved onto the bed making him dip down slightly but otherwise undisturbed. She placed her hands on his feverish skin, she shook him.

"Vegeta? Dear, it's time to wake up." She whispered, making sure to shove him harder seeing that her light nudges weren't doing much.

"Its Trunks birthday today, you need to wake up. He's going to be upset if you don't." Vegeta groaned before coughing lightly which made Bulma sit up more to help if needed. After a few lighter hacks Vegeta opened those sickly looking eyes before blinking to refocus his eyes on the person.

"W-Women? Whats wrong?" Bulma tensed, Vegeta's voice was so low she was amazed she even heard it. Propping up on his elbows, the Prince stared at her.

"It's Trunks birthday, guests will be arriving in an hour." She turned away from him with a guilty expression, biting her lip she moved swiftly across the bedroom floor she opened the door and without a second glance she shut it softly. Vegeta stared at the door with a frown creeping across his face; crawling to the edge of the bed he placed his feet on the cold oak flooring. A shiver crawling up and down his spine, rising to his full height he moved sluggishly to get dressed. Reaching the wardrobe, he raise his arm for the handle when his body flinched as he was attacked with a coughing fit, placing his hand over his mouth in desperation he leaned against the drawer for support, trembling.

Taking the hand away his eyes widen slightly, mixed in with the little bit of saliva was a thin trace of blood.

"Damn."

Leaning off his supporter he walked to the bathroom quickly to wipe off the spit, before returning to pull out a thin white T-shirt and navy-blue pants with a belt. Slipping the items on, he moved over to the bed where the night stand was located and grabbed his gloves. After they were snug and flushed against his hands he moved to grab a pair of black combat boots with latches on the front.

Moving to the bathroom again, he was taken back at how bad he look. Leaning over the sink to inspect, he pressed the tip of his index and middle finger to the underline of his eye where dark looking circles had formed. His eyes were losing their color as per usual now a day, sighing he backed up and began to comb his hair.

Trunks jumped around his room looking for the right clothing, he was turning sixteen today and his father had finally agreed to be present this year. But lately he hasn't seen his father around the week prior to his birthday, his mother saying something along the lines of 'he's suddenly not feeling too well' to 'I'm sure he'll get better soon, it looks to me to be just a minor cold.' But being to hype for his birthday, he hadn't caught all of it.

"He promised, so he will be there." Trunks said out loud as he grabbed his best clothes that didn't consist of a suit or tie. Pulling his jean jacket over a muscle shirt, he checked his closet again for better jeans after finding ketch up on his other ones. Quickly grabbing a pair of dark blue he tugged them on before flying out his door, running down the stairs.

The party was now in full swing, with everybody ranging from a group of newly found friends from Trunks High school, the Z gang to the Son Family. Vegeta mingled to the far side of the party away from everybody but close enough for his Son's sake, partly because the music that was blasting was hard to his already pounding headache and sensitive ears. He could never tell how Kakarrot could stands the noise being a full bloodied just like him, he stood and watched Trunks talking to his friends right beside another group that consist of Kakarrot, his harpy wife, his wife and Piccolo. The others were currently at the food stands eating all the food, his stomach protested at the mere sight as he turned back to staring at Trunks.

Bulma fidget with her wine glass, her eyes darting over to check on Vegeta. He stood slightly limp in the shoulders by the trees that lined the house with a pale look to his features. Biting her lip, she returned to the conversation that Goku was telling, but the ever-egging presences of her consciousness telling her, she was being selfish was deafening. He was so out of it that morning, that she was seriously considering putting the whole thing off. But Trunk's smiling face, and laughter had per swayed her to continue as plan and deal with the after math later. Her guilty thoughts were put to rest as the others came over; they all held equally confuse looks.

"So? Where's Vegeta? I haven't seen the guy since the party started." Yamacha asked as he drank from his beer can, Goku perked up at the mention of the absent Prince. Even Piccolo seemed interested as he began to looked around. Bulma shrank down slightly at the mentioning.

"He's standing over by Trunks." Piccolo stated with a stoic mask, pointing to the Saiyan who look about ready to biff it. Vegeta was tittering slightly, his face drained of any mask he might have put up.

"Uhmm, Bulma? Is he alright?" Krillin asked with a finger raised as they all stared at the dazed Prince with mixtures of surprised and concern gazes, Bulma laughed nervously.

"I thought Saiyan's don't get sick?" Chichi spoke as she too watched the Prince struggle with standing on his own two feet. Bulma sighed.

"He's been a little off lately, sleeping a lot. But I'll go check up on him, see if he's alright." Goku nodded as Bulma swerved through the group to get to Vegeta, her pace quickened as she neared him. Once close enough she grabbed his arm, causing him to turn his head, he looked even worse up close.

"Are you doing alright over here?" She asked softly, caressing the spot she grabbed, searching his face.

"Y-Yeah, doing great-" Before he could finish his eyes suddenly rolled in the back of his head, Bulma let out startled yelp as she went to catch him as he fell sideways. Upon lowering him down she caught the sight of thick stream of blood begin to bubble from his mouth, becoming frantic she shrieked. "VEGETA!"

They all witnessed it, Bulma approaching Vegeta. The tiny conversation exchanged before mayhem erupted tenfold. Piccolo jolted while the others gasped as Vegeta suddenly gave out, falling sideways as Bulma reacted just in time to catch him. They started running the moment silence hit the air before the high shriek of...

"VEGETA!" Something was wrong. Trunks reached them first out of all the adults, he had been watching his father this entire time. He felt upset for not pointing it out, or even asking if the Prince was okay. He was so engrossed in his party, that he only questioned his father's appearance at least once during breakfast. Quickly getting down on his knees his gaze watched his mother frantically checks his father's pulse, before calling his name. Nothing was working.

Goku and others arrived as well as the other kids, including fourteen-year-old Goten and nineteen-year-old Gohan. Goku got down on his knees as well, his gaze falling on the problem at hand. Vegeta was breathing shallowly, not a good sign as well the blood running down his chin.

"Help me bring him inside! Something wrong with his lungs!" Bulma yelled desperately, Goku nodded to her as he brought his hands underneath the man before lifting him off the ground fully, Bulma lifted herself off from the ground as well as she ran up ahead, Trunks right behind her as they entered the house door. The door clicked shut.

Vegeta watched Trunks talk to his friends; the pain in his skull was becoming harder to ignore. Gritting his teeth, he blinked heavy lids as the world began to blur out slightly.

'I'm sorry.' Vegeta cringed as his headache got intently worse. He didn't understand where the voice was coming from. But it sounded close, like right in front of him, but no-one was present that he could see. Azure eyes flashed through his mind, gripping his jean clad thigh he sank his gloved hand into the rough fabric. Suddenly a hand, a delicate hand shot out and grabbed the arm that was tense with pain. Looking up he was met with his wife, she was saying something. He tried to listen, but just beyond her shoulder, something caught his eye. Looking up from his hunched position he looked straight into the eyes of an identical begin to himself that stood right behind Bulma's head. Those sharp Azure eyes making his vision spin before the world became a blank canvas.

'I'm sorry, we are sorry, Alec,' A tender voice rang out just before his consciousness turned blank. 'It's for the best.'