REVELATIONS OF A BROODING PRINCE
The grass was emerald green, the sky was the clearest shade of blue one could imagine, and cherry blossoms floated on the air like butterflies.
A pair of dark eyes watched the blossoms float absently to the ground. Beauty was not lost on Vegeta, and he sat on the ground under a cherry tree admiring the view and the smell of summer. He was a collecter of beauty, in a way. Though he would never let anyone see the beauty he collected.
He watched the blossoms to clear his mind for meditation. He didn't meditate often, but when he did, he liked for his mind to be open.
His black, spikey hair scraped against the tree as he slumped into a sleeping position. Any person walking by would have thought he was taking a nap, but anyone who knew him well... They'd still think he was sleeping.
He thought about a lot of things, but mostly he thought about Bulma, Trunks, and Kakaroto. Mirai no Trunks had come from the future to help them defeat Cell... In a time machine... Built by Vegeta's own lovely mate.
I wonder if it would be possible to get her to make it early, so I can destroy Kakaroto... His chain of thought ended as he realized that the world wouldn't have exsisted without Kakaroto's incessant interventions...
Besides, if Vegeta had conquered Earth, he probably would have killed Bulma in a fit of rage. ...Just another face in the crowd...
Silently, inwardly, he shuddered. The thought of being without Bulma was almost intolerable. He couldn't remember what his life was like before her... But he was lying to himself. He remembered. No love, no kindess... Only anger, pain, and death.
All that had changed with HIS death by Freezer's hand. With his last breath, he had confessed everything he had kept inside himself for all his life. And to Kakaroto, of all people. But Kakaroto had shown kindness, even after all the cruel things Vegeta had done, and buried Vegeta's body with honors. Kakaroto was the closest thing Vegeta had to a friend.
Vegeta blinked, mentally, and thought about Bulma again. Without her, he wouldn't be happy. True, she was an annoying person in general, and they had had their bad times, but he loved her very much.
He was a bit shocked at admitting this, even in his mind, but were it not for her, he wouldn't have shaped up, and he wouldn't have his wonderful son, Trunks, or his beautiful, but annoying daughter, Bra.
He was happy with his life, he realized, and for once he had a friend, loved ones, and a place he was proud to reside in.
He opened his eyes, stood, and with a sigh and a look around him, shoved his hands in his pockets, and headed towards Home.
