This is in fact a revised, repost of a story that was removed several years ago due to it's NC-17 rating. I figure any story that can last that long in my head, deserves to be finished.
Happy Birthday Vegeta
Chapter One: Accidental Discovery
Something has inspired a terrible melancholy in our most loved Saiyan Prince…
…Is it all these baka holidays? Christmas, New Year's, Father's Day, Mother's Day (humph), and birthdays….those might be the worst of the whole damn lot.
He narrows his eyes in dark remembrance of last year's birthday fiasco, a scowl drawing his brow together and mouth downward. Dinner in a public place with the Son family was well enough. At a garish little place that specialized in spicy foods and Saiyan quantities…Until the staff gathered around him and crammed that crazy-colored hat onto his flame shaped hair and started singing! A bunch of strangers snapping and clapping and singing that baka 'happy birthday' song, while his family and Kakkarot's laughed until tears poured…
How much humiliation is Royalty supposed to put up with? None. He released his frustration in a beam of ki that decimated the straw hat that contributed to his degradation. He'd confiscated and destroyed the photos…but nothing could repair the indignity.
Goku, would have loved it. The damn hat, the stupid song, and the stupid damn dog with the spring-loaded head, that bobbled at the slightest provocation. Ki flared once again in his fingertips, but he found to his complete disgust, that he still could not blast the dog. Because it reminds me of him. "Damn you Kakkarot." His eyes suspiciously bright, he powered down and retrieved the small figurine. Big round puppy dog eyes, innocent eyes, were painted on its face.
"Another year Kakkarot." His voice was gruff with restrained emotion. "Another year on this cursed mudball that you loved so much you died for it. I would gladly trade you places if Kami wouldn't consider it an improvement of my situation." His fingers clenched around the ceramic toy in unconscious tension.
"I hate this place that is not my home! And I hate this man who is not, me." The head bobbled in commiseration, its big eyes looking solemn.
"Prince Vegeta should have died the day his planet, his parents, and his people died."
For every race exterminated at Freiza's command, for every planet left barren and raped, for all the innocence destroyed, surely he deserved death.
"Perhaps not." he held the dog up and whispered to it's face, "Because here I am, day after precious day, Prince of Nothing," he spat. "Mated to a weakling human, bearing offspring that are neither Saiyan nor heir-" (to anything from him, Capsule Corp belonged to Bulma.) It sickened him. Tears burned and were evaporated before they could streak his face with tell-tale lines.
"Maybe I did die at Frieza's hands and this is my Hell. This weak, empty bastard left in my place." Left to deal with an unspeakable past, an alien present and the ultimate disassociation.
As if realizing they were expressing his emotions, his fingers froze, and then dropped the ceramic dog like a poisonous thing, where it hit the floor and predictably broke.
For a moment, there was none of Vegeta's resolve left, his eyes closed slowly in anguish. Then, the mask that had protected him his entire life, from his father, and Frieza and countless others, slid into place. He snorted and stalked from the house, headed for his other protection, the gravity room.
Bulma stepped from the shadows, her face a mirror of the pain Vegeta could not express, tears flowing freely to dampen her blouse. 'I knew that something had been bothering him, I thought maybe Goku's death…He's never let anyone see how alone he is. Not even me.' She stopped in the center of the room and scooped up the pieces of the silly dog. It would fix easily, her No Ouiji would not.
