Tired Eyes
By: DBZAngelX
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonBall Z, Vegeta, Freeza, or any of its characters.
Special Notes: Ouji Prince (Japanese)
In darkened woods, he waited, prowled the night. He wasn't sure what it was, but something about the night always seemed to soothe him. He supposed it was the satisfaction of knowing that he was well hidden, that by lurking in darkness, it was he that could be the element of surprise. Unlike many times before, in the mists of daylight, it seemed to be the other way around. Now, he was his own man.
Silently slipping behind a tree, he breathed in the warm night air and sighed as he rested against the bark of the tree. It was times like this when he wished time would stop. That everything would ceaze to exist and the universe would just be him.
Chuckling in his own amusment, the figure closed his eyes. It would never happen, and he knew it to be true. He was always alone in this world, but always being beaten at his own game again and again.
Time and time he wondered, where had it all gone wrong? Just what had happened that had changed his life so dramatically that he was reduced to feeling this way?
The figure opened his eyes in a snap as the answer drew near. Another figure, just as quietly, slowly lurked its way toward the tree in which he stood. A bead of sweat dropped from his brow and he closed his eyes once more, wishing for the other to go away. However, just as it had always been, his wish never came true. His wishes never came true.
"Vegeta..." the figure spoke lowly.
From behind the tree, Vegeta seemed to sink low on the spiked edges of the tree. "Yes...lord Freeza?"
"The day has grown old...I see you like the night," Freeza simply replied with a darkened tone. He leaned against the other side of the tree and closed his eyes, "Tell me ouji...why is that?"
Vegeta said nothing as he shut his mind free of thoughts. He would simply ignore the tyrant. Nothing else mattered. He was alone in this world. He was alone. He was alone-
Suddenly, black narrow eyes widened as a sharp beam sliced its way through worn skin. A thin slice of blood trinkled its way down Vegeta's cheek and he fell to the ground as a white tail grabbed his neck from behind.
"Ignorance isn't the key here," Freeza spoke in his usually dark matter. His tail clutched that of Vegeta's neck tighter and the saiyajin gasped for air. Narrowing his eyes, Freeza released the prince and watched as he fell to the ground.
"You really are nothing..." the tyrant said, before silently turning and abandoning the atmosphere as quick as he'd come.
From the ground, kneeling below on the darkened ashes of the planet, tired eyes stared and watched the figure leave; and began to wonder... How could he have gotten so hurt once again?
But the question went unanswered.
You couldn't hurt anyone that was already dead...
Authors Notes: Well, there it is. A new one-shot from me (when really I should be coming out with the new chapters for the rest of my stories). Ahem... Well, I hoped you liked it nonetheless. ...And I hope it wasn't too confusing. I've been wanting to put out a Vegeta/Freeza story for the longest. I'm actually working on a long fic dealing with the two but it won't be coming out until probably this summer. Anyway, review if you'd like!