Chapter 14 – Men talk
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Vegeta was sitting on the edge of the cliff, waving his legs in the air slightly. Sea breeze cooled his face, calming him down. Letting him think. Vegeta turned his face to the sun and closed his eyes. Thoughts were racing in his mind, making his head hurt.
It wasn't like he didn't want to make a relationship with Bulma. Vegeta hated to admit it, but he wanted it as hell – since she had started visiting him at nights, his life became more... bearable. For the first time in his life Vegeta had something worth waiting for – and yet it wasn't vengeance or fight; it was something good. His nightmares had been replaced by the soothing warmth of a woman, hugging him with her small arms before she fell asleep. When he couldn't sleep, she was there to listen his up; he finally had someone to open up to. And he did, which amazed him with no end.
Vegeta hated himself for what he had done to her, how he hurt her. He saw pain in her eyes as she slapped him, so much pain that stopped him from breathing. But it will be better that way. It will be better. It will be better. So much better.
Vegeta cursed under his breath. This planet made him weak. Who cares of that human woman? He was a warrior, the last of royal blood, he should live and die alone, fighting and killing his enemies; that should be all his life. Yet she came and changed everything, and Vegeta didn't like it. Or maybe he did? Growling, he punched his fist into the rock of the cliff, drawing blood from his hand.
Maybe he should kill her, that would solve the problem. There would be no blue haired witch messing with his senses. No cerulean eyes locked on his. Just a lifeless body lying in the dirt somewhere in the middle of desert. Vegeta flinched at the thought, scowling his face.
Fuck it.
Well, it seemed it wouldn't solve the problem at all.
He marked her. Why did he do it? Vegeta knew it was an old Saiyan ritual; when a Saiyan chooses his mate, he gives her a mark on the neck; if he was accepted, she would bite him back. She didn't; but she wasn't a Saiyan either. But why did he choose her? She was human, she was weak, she was meaningless. She should have been meaningless. What pushed him into her arms? Was it lust, loneliness? Or maybe... fate?
Vegeta didn't move a muscle when someone landed behind him, kicking up clouds of dust. The prince didn't have to look behind, he knew this ki.
"Why are you here?" - Vegeta growled at a new-come.
"I wanted to talk to you, Vegeta."
"How do you think, weakling – if I wanted to talk to anyone, would I sit alone in the wasteland?" - he snorted, annoyed by Yamcha's presence.
"Stop behaving like a spoiled child, Vegeta. Look at me and let's talk like grown ups." - Yamcha took a step closer, now standing right behind Vegeta's back.
"Fine. Make it quick." - Saiyan turned around to face Yamcha, irritated.
"You hurt her. I saw it when I came to visit her. I don't know what you've done to her, yet I know it's because of you. Why are you making this so hard? Bulma loves you. I hate to admit it, but she had never had such feelings for me as she has for you. This fire in her eyes when she looks at you, when she talks about you? I can see it, Vegeta. What's more, I think you too have... feelings for her." - Yamcha spoke, watching Vegeta's expression. He didn't even blink.
"Is that all? Then get out of here and leave me alone." - Vegeta hissed, little vain on his forehead pulsing with hidden anger.
"You have two options – accept what life has to offer you or become an empty shell, burnt out from the inside. Love is a rare gift. You should know it better than anyone. Don't fuck it up." - Yamcha flew away, leaving Vegeta alone, staring into the void.
The prince sat on the edge of the cliff, watching the sky in front of him. Suddenly he stood up and powered up, screaming his lungs out. The cliff turned to dust, leaving smell of ozone in the air. Vegeta was panting heavily.