I've been super slow on my DBZ updates and I apologize. I'll try and get those done. But for the time being, I decided to take a deeper look into our Saiyan Prince by using the infamous 7 deadly sins as my markers. Basically, it's short little one shots that feature Vegeta and somehow relate to the sin. Obviously, there will only be seven chapters.

So...I hope you all enjoy my prospective!

Greed

He watched them from his spot in the shadows as he did every night. The rise and fall of their chest, the slightly ajar mouths, the peaceful expressions. Years ago, he had convinced himself that his newly acquired night time activity was for no other reason than to make sure they slept okay. Especially considering that they were both much weaker than him and much more fragile.

Of course, now that they were growing, he wasn't sure he could use the same excuse. In fact, he was well aware that they could do without his checking.

But he soon found out that he could not stop.

From his spot in the hall, Vegeta stared at his son's sleeping figure. His teenage son. At such age, he was perfectly capable of handling anything this planet had to throw at him. A boy who could hang with the best even though he slacked off on his training. The very same boy that Vegeta watched sleep every night. From the moment he returned home from his outer space trip years before and learned of the lavender haired boy's birth. His only son. His heir. One of the very few things in the world he was proud of.

Turning, walking and coming to a stop outside another bedroom door, Vegeta's dark eyes scanned the room. His eyes locked onto the blue haired female snoring softly. His daughter. His eleven year old daughter. The girl who had managed to fill the void his son had left. The void of having someone who looked up to you no matter what. And also the girl who was recently discovering boys and would rather hang around the mall than around her dad.

He watched her for a moment longer and then walked off.

With silent footsteps, he entered the bedroom he shared with his wife, slid in on his side of the bed and closed his eyes.

So his secret remained. He would not indulge to anyone, not even to his wife, that he could not rest peacefully until he watched his kids. He would not let anyone know about the fears and insecurities that resided in him as he watched them evolve and mature.

And, in no way imaginable, would he ever tell a soul about his greed.

His greed for the love of his children.

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