Emotions
By Lilith-Shii
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ!
A/N: This fanfic is going to be only a three part: Thoughts by Bulma, Vegeta, and Trunks. This is set during the Late Babidi/Early Buu Saga. First off starting with Episode 222: Final Atonement.
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Chapter One: I ended it.
Vegeta held Trunks close to him, while Goten watched nervously, feeling uncomfortable. Vegeta was in pain of this, his bones ached, his mind throbbed with these final thoughts, and his heart…The heart that used to be filled with darkness and hatred what hurt with the fact he is going to leave his lover and child behind.
I can't keep him here…I know how much he wanted to fight along side me, but…He's still too young. He can't die…Or else…Bulma would be alone. And it's already enough I'm doing this without seeing her…For the last time.
Vegeta stared off for the moment, than lowered his head to look into his son's eyes. Trunks' eyes showed the scared, yet somewhat hurt feeling he had. Vegeta knew why; he was bleeding all over. His face stained with blood while his clothes smelled of the stench. He was scarred everywhere, but the wounds from before seemed to reopen. Vegeta wanted to numb this pain, since his son was staring at him in the way he hated. Confusion. Vegeta didn't want to explain to Trunks what he was doing, leaving him and Bulma was already enough, but the pleading would just break him.
"Trunks, there is something you must know…" Vegeta started, and pulled Trunks away from his body. Trunks looked up at him, his teal eyes of his stared up at him since he was still in his Super Saiyan-jin form. "You've made me proud…My son." Vegeta didn't seem to hesitate to this, it was for his son's protection. His son's life! He didn't want this boy to die…Not this early. For the love of Dende, not now! Vegeta lifted his hand, and slammed it to the side of his neck. Right at the contact, Vegeta felt the feeling in his stomach. It nearly choked him up inside. The sadness he felt was going to consume him faster than anything else does.
Trunks, I want you to understand. I don't want you to die. You're the only son I have, and I want to cherish that in my memory. I want you to live for your mother…I don't want her to feel alone…When I'm gone.
Goten gasped automatically, and ran to Vegeta when Trunks had it the ground. "What did you do to him?" He yelled, and bit his bottom lip when he heard the final thud of his friend's body hit the dirt. "Why did you do that? What's wrong with you? Why did you do that to Trunks! Why? You could've killed him! Why?"
Vegeta lifted his eyes, and stared straight to Piccolo who had been watching for quite a while. Piccolo can tell what Vegeta's plan was. He didn't want to ask, or say anything until he had a plan for these two. Piccolo remained on the rock, and kept his mouth shut, listening to the desperate pleas of Goku's younger son, Goten.
"Why did you to it? Tell me why did you do that to Trunks? You're his dad and dads aren't supposed to do bad things to their sons! Why did you hit him, why did you hurt him like that? Why? Why?" Goten yelled, while he held onto Vegeta's sides and shook him.
Goten. I don't want you to die either. I don't care that your that clown's son, you comfort my boy. You better do so when this ends. He would blame me if I left you here to die with me…And my boy will be hurt if both you and I left him. I won't answer your questions…You'll understand later on…
Vegeta squatted to Goten's level and left-jab him in the stomach. Vegeta watched the kid's face change from anger and sadness to confusion and pain. Goten held his stomach, and fell onto his knees, coughing up spit as he descended from Super Saiya-jin into his normal form also, and fell face forward into the ground.
It was for your own good, you two. I want you to know that.
Vegeta stood and waited for Piccolo to show up and make his move. Vegeta stood near the two children, and held his true emotions in while his face was plastered with nothing. No emotions to show what his final thoughts are to Piccolo, he kept it inside and breathed heavily while the Namek landed in front of him. Both of the men stared at each other, signaling the plan through the exchange of only eye movement. Piccolo understood what Vegeta was going to do now, he didn't protest or anything. He understood what the man was doing and didn't want to deny him this. The humming of Majin Buu interrupted Piccolo's thoughts, making the Namek warrior to turn his head and look for his whereabouts. Vegeta did the same, while his eyes kept the same of no emotion. They both listened to the humming and looked for the blubbered monster. There, Buu jogged in a happy pace towards them while continuing his hum. He was unfazed by the kick that Trunks given to him to the side of his head.
"Mean big men! Which guy hit Buu?" The monster spat while both men stared at the pink blubber of a villain.
Vegeta continued to keep his gaze on Buu and spoke to Piccolo, "Take the two boys, and get them as far away from here as possible. Go now."
"Of course." Piccolo responded, unable to take his gaze off the monster for the moment, but wanted to do the request the Prince had told. In this moment, they moved passed each other. Vegeta moved up to the spot where Piccolo had stood and Piccolo went to retrieve Goten and Trunks.
"It's time. Hurry." Vegeta urged, while Piccolo hoisted Trunks against his side.
Piccolo turned and held his gaze on Vegeta. It was straight forward and the words he will say it true. "You'll die. You know that."
Vegeta stood in silence while his gaze didn't leave Buu.
Yes, Piccolo. That is correct. I will die. But it is worth this…To protect my family. My everything that kept me whole for these last years…
Piccolo continued to gaze at the male, knowing that his silence meant he had understood what he was going to do. The silent treatment was a trademark of this male, but Piccolo understood him more just like Goku had. But Piccolo had the upper hand. Vegeta trusts Piccolo. He trusted the Namek, since Piccolo had fought and died plenty of times protecting Gohan from danger and from the fights together. Vegeta knew he could trust him since that fool, Kakarot would try and talk him out of it while Piccolo would let the man decide. Piccolo understood his motives more than anyone else did.
"There is one thing I like to know…" Vegeta started while Buu ran over the rock edges in his efforts to make it over to them. Piccolo listened to him while he watched Buu getting closer and closer to them. "Tell me…Would I meet that clown, Kakarot in Heaven…?"
Piccolo let his words smooth out in his mind, and turn. What he had said to Vegeta was unfortunate, but true. "I'm not going to lie to you, Vegeta, although the answer may be difficult for you to hear."
Vegeta prepared for what he had to say, he was patient to the point to learn about his fate and such. Therefore he had to know now; he had to know his fate.
"This is the truth. Goku devoted his life to protecting the lives of others, because of his selflessness when he died he was allowed to keep his body and travel to King Kai's planet."
Buu on the pursuit of them started to slowly walk while humming the tune to him. This sickened Vegeta, but he ignored it long enough to hear the rest Piccolo had to say.
"You on the other hand, had spent your life in pursuit in your selfish desires. You caused too much pain. When you die, you will not receive the same treatment."
This stung the Prince very well. When he dies…His body will not go with him. So, this decision was final. He had no way of turning back or nothing. He had no time to rethink it; it has been running on for too long. Vegeta knew if he could turn back time he would, and change what he had done in order to keep himself from rotting in eternal hell only as a soul. He didn't say anything to the Namek for that while, he let his mind go through these words.
So…When I die, I can't keep this body. Heh. And I worked this hard to keep it in shape, and I'll have to lose it.
"Oh well. So be it." Vegeta said dully, while his lips showed a small smirk. He had to let this go now, he had to let go of what he had and is never going to have again. They watched Buu walk dangerously closer to them, timid walks since he as going slower. Better pace, the slower this monster is, the more time they get to exchange last bitter words.
"That would be all. Get out of here, and hurry." Vegeta grunted while Buu had reached the final destination. Without another word, Piccolo turned and powered up, speeding away from both Vegeta and Buu.
"You stay! You fight Buu!" The monster yelled, after Piccolo had left the scene. Vegeta's eyes narrowed, and he could only grunt in disgust of this creature.
"Yes! That's right!" Vegeta spat, making the pudgy monster turn and stare at the man in surprise. "Your fight is with me! The others are of no concern! Got it, you big fat piece of shit!" He growled, and tightened his hand into a fist while he felt his blood rise and boil.
Buu steamed, and curls his hands into fists. Steam emitted from the monster's holes onto of his head, "Me no like you! You make Buu angry!"
Vegeta smirked at this, feeling the blood seep through his lips. He tasted the metallic flavor of his own Saiya-jin blood and held that smirk.
Good. I pissed him off. It'll be all worth it in time.
"You speak mean things to Buu!"
Shut up already you damn piece of lard! Hearing you speak makes me want to hurl ten times fold. Pissing me off with your presence, and making me have to do this. If you damned old man of a creator would stay in the little rat hole of his; I wouldn't have to leave my family. I wouldn't have to leave the woman of my life and the son I made. I would still be alive and fighting Kakarot to either death or who ever wants to end it. Sickens me so. It does so much. What I have to do to my son in order for him not to follow me into death, for the Lords! I hope I kill you, you damn fucktard. I hope I take you to hell with me.
Vegeta felt Piccolo's ki and when Krillin had lifted to the sky also, he didn't know that small one was watching. He didn't care now, as long as Trunks and Goten were away, it didn't matter if Krillin died again or not. It wasn't his choice for Krillin's fate. Only for his own.
"Me make you dead!" Buu said excitedly, throwing his arms in the air while Vegeta watched in disgust of this thing.
Babidi…You sick bitch. For even creating such a disgusting thing to ever walk this Earth or even let it walk the ground I stand.
Vegeta chuckled, and his smirk increased. While letting this feeling of sadness course through his veins, he felt proud. He was doing this for only three people.
"Let's go." Vegeta said, and boasted up his power to get him ready for his attack. The blood flow increased, but it wouldn't matter anymore once he is dead. Vegeta knew this, but he didn't care for it.
I can feel it. This feeling that clown had always felt whenever he is doing something risky. Heh, this feeling is overwhelming, but I know why. I defiantly, know why.
Vegeta continued to power up, and lifted his head, and turned it to the side. The thoughts were clear now.
Trunks…Bulma…I'm doing this for you. And yes, even for you Kakarot.
Vegeta gather all the energy he had that his body could carry, he grunted, and lifted his head and released the power in a heavy, painful scream that was echoed throughout the rigid rocks of the battlefield. His energy engulfed the battlefield along with Buu and Vegeta. Vegeta felt the warmth that covered his whole body while memories flooded into his head. His childhood, his bitter memories, his father, the passion with Bulma, the Birth of Trunks, and the final knockout of Kakarot. His body felt the warmth engulf him like a blanket, embracing him in a power so great that it was forcing the life out of him. His mind was now empty, while the scream lasted. His ears were flooded with only his scream and yet the memories seem to talk to him as well. This was it; the opening for Death.
Embrace me now…Because I am…No more.
