Listening to 100 Ways To Hate by Five Finger Death Punch. This short little One-Shot is Kakavege (my first time shipping it lol).

******Burning Hatred******

Vegeta lay face down in the gravity room. It was set to 300 times Earth's gravity and he had been in the middle of push-ups when his arms gave out. He caught his breath, his lungs burning from the sheer weight of gravity threatening to collapse them the way it had his body.

He grit is teeth and tried to force his body off the ground lest it be crushed any further by the weight of his burning hatred for the one being that mocked his existence. Kakarot. No matter what he did or how much punishment he put himself through, he was still only second best. Him, a Prince of a mighty and prideful race, was second to a low class Warrior with brain damage.

How had his life become such a fucking joke? Oh, that's right, when he was given to the tyrant that used to torture him at every given chance in an attempt to break him. "FUCK THIS! FUCK ALL OF THIS!" he roared as he forced himself up.

"I will NOT be second best to a clown! I will not be some blue bitch's pet! I will never be one of THEM!" he sneered. His voice raspy from his state of exertion, he's eyes red with a combination of fury and exhaustion, Vegeta screamed to power up as high as he could.

His enemy's face appearing behind his closed eyes. "I hate you! I hate your stupid fucking grin! I hate your ridiculous hair! I hate your fucking friends! I hate how stupid you are! You fucking, worthless idiot! I hate that you saved me! I hate that I need you! That I can't properly challenge myself unless I'm striving to surpass you! I hate the way that you look at me! AND I FUCKING HATE HOW YOU USE ME!" he bellowed finally reaching the pinnacle of his power, limited by the countless hours already spent destroying himself.

Vegeta growled, trying to catch his breath. Before allowing his body to get too relaxed, he used his hatred to begin an unrelenting assault on the battle drones created by the blue whore he was forced to cozy up to. He needed her, used her for every asset she could provide for him and all he had to do was lay with her once in a while. Disgusting.

This was not how he had pictured his life after meeting Kakarot. Vegeta offered, time and time again, for them to pick up where Frieza had left off. Saiyans weren't meant to be tame house pets. They were conquerors. Merciless assassins designed to destroy and maim those who opposed them. Yet here he stood, living a lie to appease the only being that could ruin him completely.

When all the drones laid broken in pieces, Vegeta fell to his knees gasping for air, his eyes burning with sweat, blood, and the tears from his anger induced temper tantrum. Why had Kakarot done this to him? Forced him to live a lie because he couldn't turn his back on his family. He had told him that he loved him but they couldn't be together, not yet. Why he needed to keep up the facade of being a family man, a straight man, was confusing to Vegeta.

They belonged together. Their private training sessions only proved how well connected they were mentally and physically. He hated this. Hated that he was forced to live a lie to keep him happy. Hated that he had gone along with it so willingly because the danger of being caught and destroying their lives had appealed to him. Most of all, he hated that he still cared. No matter how much he hated that they couldn't be together every night, he still loved him.

One day they'd be together, but until that day came...he'd have to find new ways to hate.