Disclaimer: I definitely do not own DragonBall Z. I wish I did, but I don't. I made this story to amuse myself during school, and it actually turned out fairly good. I'm proud of me.
Author's Note: Please enjoy this, it's Vegeta reflecting on his life and how he feels about his life. It takes place shortly after Trunks wins the Junior Division of the World Tournament.
Not At The Time
I wish I could understand these feelings burning deep inside of me. I am a hardened Saiyan prince, not attuned to caring what anyone thinks, or knowing the needs of others. I have only ever cared for myself.
So why did I marry the woman? Why did I have a son?
For myself. I needed so desperately to have a child, someone who would carry my Saiyan blood, someone who would respect me. Did I truly care about the woman?
Not at the time.
At that point, she was single and held in high regard by Kakarot and his pitiful friends. A worthy mate- I would gain more respect by marrying her. And so I did.
Now...now I believe I understand. Deep inside, I suppose I knew I would come to love this woman, come to love my child. I have an incredible pride in my family, a pride I have never known- one that surpasses my own personal pride.
But I do not know how to express it. Blasted Kakarot, he knows exactly how to please his wife and children, why can't I?
Perhaps it is in my son that my pride shines. When I think of him, my heart becomes unsettled. When he won the World Tournament...I have never felt such a joy.
I have heard it said that this joy comes only by a parent for their child. If this is so, then my love must be great.
But I am a warrior! I do not care for wives or children, I do not care, and I have never cared! This is how a warrior should be!
But I know the truth. I have become soft. I care for the woman, I care for the child, I care for my friends. And if I truly wanted to admit it, I care for Kakarot. As foolish and soft as he is, he demands a respect that cannot help but be met. I care for him.
When I met him first, I did not care what happened to him. I did not care for him.
Not at the time.
Now...now I know that I do care. I care for my very own enemy! My father would say that in doing this I have become my own worst enemy. Kakarot would say that I have defeated my own worst enemy.
It's rather amusing, now that I think about it. I wouldn't mind hurting the soft fool, making him feel the anger and humiliation rushing through my body, but I would certainly care if it were anyone else putting him through that.
It's amazing how my life has changed from the powerful warrior to the soft husband-father I once vowed I would never become.
My only regret?
That it did not happen sooner.
Author's Note: Please enjoy this, it's Vegeta reflecting on his life and how he feels about his life. It takes place shortly after Trunks wins the Junior Division of the World Tournament.
Not At The Time
I wish I could understand these feelings burning deep inside of me. I am a hardened Saiyan prince, not attuned to caring what anyone thinks, or knowing the needs of others. I have only ever cared for myself.
So why did I marry the woman? Why did I have a son?
For myself. I needed so desperately to have a child, someone who would carry my Saiyan blood, someone who would respect me. Did I truly care about the woman?
Not at the time.
At that point, she was single and held in high regard by Kakarot and his pitiful friends. A worthy mate- I would gain more respect by marrying her. And so I did.
Now...now I believe I understand. Deep inside, I suppose I knew I would come to love this woman, come to love my child. I have an incredible pride in my family, a pride I have never known- one that surpasses my own personal pride.
But I do not know how to express it. Blasted Kakarot, he knows exactly how to please his wife and children, why can't I?
Perhaps it is in my son that my pride shines. When I think of him, my heart becomes unsettled. When he won the World Tournament...I have never felt such a joy.
I have heard it said that this joy comes only by a parent for their child. If this is so, then my love must be great.
But I am a warrior! I do not care for wives or children, I do not care, and I have never cared! This is how a warrior should be!
But I know the truth. I have become soft. I care for the woman, I care for the child, I care for my friends. And if I truly wanted to admit it, I care for Kakarot. As foolish and soft as he is, he demands a respect that cannot help but be met. I care for him.
When I met him first, I did not care what happened to him. I did not care for him.
Not at the time.
Now...now I know that I do care. I care for my very own enemy! My father would say that in doing this I have become my own worst enemy. Kakarot would say that I have defeated my own worst enemy.
It's rather amusing, now that I think about it. I wouldn't mind hurting the soft fool, making him feel the anger and humiliation rushing through my body, but I would certainly care if it were anyone else putting him through that.
It's amazing how my life has changed from the powerful warrior to the soft husband-father I once vowed I would never become.
My only regret?
That it did not happen sooner.