*Insert standard disclaimer here* I'm too lazy to write it.
The Problem With Sunsets
(aka An Exercise in Cynicism)
A mosaic of colours painted the sky in the soft caress of sunset, while a gentle southern wind skipped through the trees, rustling leaves and creating an intricate music which gently harmonized with the song of nature before nightfall.
The landscape was covered with trees whose green complimented the already intricate play of colours. Cliffs of rock so ancient in form jutted whichever way they chose, their majesty and power enough to take ones breath away.
It was nature at its best. The Earth at its most beautiful and glorious...
Vegeta despised it.
Nature, as far as Vegeta was concerned, was nothing but a liar. Oh, true enough on the outside it was beyond any possible description of perfection. And the colours which now spread themselves liberally over the sky created a picture of majesty so profound that no mortal mind could hope to truly comprehend it. Not to mention the music the sounds of the life so abundant in their placement was tranquil enough to soothe the aches of the sentient beings mind and heart.
But damn it! It was all a huge fib, a mockery which Vegeta was fairly certain some omnipotent being created just to grate his nerves. Something, somewhere was laughing its head off, and if Vegeta ever met whatever it was that conspired to set everything against him he would find a way to make the thing pay. Even if it meant an eternity of figuring out how.
The oh-so-perfect shell of beauty which nature held tightly around itself hid a very dangerous capacity for destruction and death, plus it had a tendency to make a persons accomplishments seem very small and second place indeed. The colours of the sky? Tricks of light, something created by the complex system of the eye and the properties of light. More like a trick one inadvertently plays on oneself than the majesty it represented. The soothing music of nature? Laughable. Another joke a persons mind played on itself, the play of biology and physics as opposed to the tranquil mystic quality people perceived it to have.
All in all it was very, very annoying.
However just these things alone would not have caused Vegeta to despise the scene in front of
him as much as he did.
It was that it blatantly reminded him of the idiot who was standing right behind him.
"Kakarot! What do you want?" the Prince snapped, feeling deeply harassed.
"Just wondering if maybe you wanted to join the rest of us for dinner. The entire gang is going to my place."
"And why do you think I would want to join you and those pests you call friends?"
Vegeta felt rather than saw Kakarot shrug.
"Didn't hurt to ask. Feel free to come if you change your mind."
"Humph," was the only answer he received. Shrugging once again Son Goku left, assured that his invitation would not go to waste.
Vegeta glared at the quickly falling sun for a moment more. He had decided why he loathed sunsets so much. It was for the same reason he loathed his fellow Saiyan.
He could not help but like the damn thing.
With an ever-suffering sigh he blasted off into the sky towards the Son household, and his friends.