Hey guys, I've decided to write a new story, it's really quick but you can tell me if you want more.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ

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          He sat on the hill, staring at the stars. It was two o'clock in the morning, and he had snuck out of the bed he and his wife slept in, to do some pondering.

          He had flown out of the city, and ended up not far from where his rival lived, but he didn't care, he had failed the ones he cared about for too long now, he had a decision to make. A hard decision.

          He didn't understand why he was so weak. There had been so many times that he had failed to protect them, and so many times he had failed to become stronger then his rival.

          He hadn't been able to save his father, nor his planet from Freeza. And then on Namik, he hadn't even been able to avenge the death of his father, or his planet. Worst of all, Kakkerott had become the first Super Saiyan to emerge after three millennia. Kakkerott, a low life solider, not him, Prince of All Saiyans. He had failed his father and his planet.

          The next time he had failed, he had failed his son, well, his future son. He was unable to protect him from Cell, unable to protect him from that potentially lethal blast. He was unable to stop Cell. No, an eleven-year old half-breed son of a third class warrior did that.

          Then Buu, oh how many times had he failed against Buu? He had failed when he couldn't kill Buu, even by sacrificing his own life to protect the world, to protect his family. That monster had killed his wife, killed her in cold blood, after all he had done to prevent that.

          And then he was given a second chance, but he failed again. After Kakkerott and him had saved the boys from inside Buu, Buu had decided to blow up the planet. But Kakkerott had to save Mr. Satan and Dende instead of their sons. But he just floated there watching, he didn't even bother to try to grab at least the younger ones. He had failed his son, and even Kakkerott's family. They had all been killed along with the Earth.

          But blessed is he, for he had one more chance to at least save the universe. But no he had failed again, because of his arrogance. Sure the spirit bomb was his idea, but he didn't know how to form one nor could he get anyone but his friends and family to listen to him when he asked for the humans to give their energy. No, Kakkerott and Mr. Satan did that.

          He clenched his fist, when he had been fighting Buu for the final time; he wasn't even able to land a punch on Buu. How could he be so weak?

          Tears began to fill his eyes, he couldn't live like this! He couldn't live, when all he was, was a failure! He had failed his father, his planet, and his race! He had failed his family, Bulma and Trunks; he had even failed the new friends he had made after arriving on Earth. Piccolo, 18, even Kakkerott!

          Forming a small ki ball, he tossed it from hand to hand. He would never tell the others that he thought of them as friends, but inside his heart, he knew he did.

          The ki ball got bigger, as the tears began falling down his cheeks, as he aimed the ki ball at his chest.

          "I'm sorry Bulma, Trunks, everyone. There's nothing left on this planet for me, except for my broken pride. I'm sorry I failed you all."

          And a scream ripped through the air, as Vegeta fired the ki ball through his own chest, not realizing that he had failed everyone, one last time.

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Well that's it, tell me what you guys think, and if you want, I am thinking of writing parts for Goku, Trunks, and Bulma to show their sides of the story. I hopped you enjoyed.