Leaving You On
The Sunny Monday
Disclaimer: I no own
DBZ. Never have, never will.
A/N: Another songfic!
But only in the sense I got the inspiration from a song (and the title). I just
thought it fit a V/B story, so here goes. This is set in the three years
between the androids arrival. It's my first (wow) V/B so I hope you like it,
review it please! Oh, and the song is 'Leaving You On The Sunny Monday' by Sun
Yan Zi. (Great singer, and I'm not saying that just cuz she's Singaporean and
so am I.) Download it if you can.
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He stared at her sleeping form, the
blankets twisted around her slim body. Gently, so as not to wake her, he ran a
finger down her smooth, white, cheek, across her full lips.
Last night, she had
asked him if he loved her. He had given her no reply. What is love really?
She had tried to explain it in terms he could understand, frankly he didn't see
the importance. She was his mate, and that was enough. Love was a human
expression, a foolish human expression. To him it was another example of
the weakness of the whole race, on Vegeta-sei, there was no need for such
endearments, the saiya-jin were warriors, emotion was for the weak.
He grunted softly,
once again wondering how he had managed to end up here, amongst a weakling
race, mated to a weak female. If only my father could see me now. He
smirked at the thought, his father would have made sure he had a strong mate, a
strong mate who would produce a healthy heir.
This woman was
weak. She had no fighting ability, but what she lacked in brawn, she more than
made up for in brains. He didn't understand why he was so attracted to her. She
was beautiful, that he would admit, but physical attraction only went so far,
when it all boiled down, the woman was noisy, obnoxious and a pain.
She stirred slightly
in her sleep, murmuring softly, twisting the sheets even more firmly around her
figure. She had strength of will; he decided that that was what it was that
attracted him to her. Tremendous willpower, a warrior's spirit, even though she
wasn't a warrior.
It was… appealing,
all the arguments, matching wits, in all truth; she amused him, with her petty
rules and disputes. On the other hand, sometimes she just plain pissed him off,
like the time she had given him that pink shirt to wear, he growled softly at
the memory, thankfully, he had burned the shirt as soon as he had been able to,
after Freeza's arrival, of course.
Foolish woman. She was so caught up in her own little world, never
thinking about the danger that might befall her. Bravery, another aspect of her
character he… admired, he would not use the word 'love', stupid,
sentimental human word that it was, yes, this woman was brave, brave to
the point of stupidity.
He traced her jaw
line with his thumb, Stupid woman… It was a fond thought, as much as he
hated to admit it, he was enamoured with her, for all her stupidity, all her
faults.
He rested a hand on
her exposed stomach, yes, she had faults, this earthling woman, but she was
strong in will, she had spirit. A rarely seen smile crossed his features for an
instant, she was a worthy mate, worthy to bear the child she now carried.
He glanced out the
window, at the sun, peeping over the horizon and his features hardened again.
The androids were coming; he could not allow this fondness to weaken him. He
would be the strongest, he would defeat them, and then he would defeat that
baka, Kakarott.
He was the prince of
all saiya-jins, the blood of a thousand warriors ran in his veins, no weak
earthling woman could change that, the desire to be strong was growing, always
grew. Yes, I will be strong, stronger than the androids, stronger than
Kakarott, and the entire universe will tremble at my feet.
Perhaps then, he
would be king, and this woman would be his queen. He had been cheated of his
birthright by Freeza, and had never gotten the chance to 'thank' him for it, he
balled up his fist, crushing the sheets, no one was going to cheat him out of
anything more.
The fact that that, boy
had been the one to finish off Freeza rankled him. It should have been me,
I, Prince of the Saiya-jin should have been the one to finish off that
murderous bastard… How had that boy, that mere child, gained so much power?
A super saiya-jin, at his age. It wasn't possible. It didn't make sense, he and
Kakarott were the only remaining saiya-jin, how was it possible that the boy
was saiya-jin?
Could it be – He looked at the woman lying beside him, she was
carrying his brat, that he knew for sure. Kakarott had said that the boy had
come from the future, My son? It was possible, he scowled, yet it was a
disgrace. No son of mine would have purple hair. It was probably
the damn woman's fault, with her pathetic human genes.
She moved closer to
him, seeking warmth, he supposed. Fool woman was so easy to read, displaying
her emotions to the world.
"Vegeta?"
She looked up at him,
capturing his eyes with her crystalline blue ones, "What time is it?"
"Hn," he shrugged, he
didn't know and he really didn't see why it mattered.
"Go back to sleep,"
she murmured softly, "It's still early," she yawned, stretching.
"Don't tell me what
to do, woman."
She smiled a little,
knowing that he wasn't really as grumpy as he was acting, wrapping her arms
around his bare waist, she placed a kiss on his neck, "Are you hungry?"
He stared at her,
long blue-green hair hanging over her shoulder, partially obscuring her white
skin, She is beautiful… Then he scowled, he would show no weak emotions,
"No."
"Are you sure?" She
asked teasingly, knowing it wasn't possible for a saiya-jin not to be
hungry, "Vegie-chan?"
He growled low in his
throat, "How many times have I told you not to call me that, woman?"
She just laughed
throatily, moving her lips close to his ear, "You love it when I call you
that…" she whispered sexily.
Shivers ran down his
spine, Damn, how can one weak woman do this to me? He smirked, "You're
playing with fire, woman."
"Mmm hmm? You're all
talk, Vegeta. Prove it."
He kissed her deeply,
his tongue dancing with hers, leaving her breathless. She moaned softly when he
broke the kiss, "Is that enough for you woman?"
She grinned wickedly,
"No."
Vegeta smirked, the
woman was insatiable. Too bad, I've stayed longer than I planned to… He
was leaving, now. He would not let a couple of imbecile androids destroy this
woman…and his child.
My family. He would protect them, even at the cost of his life.
Perhaps this was what 'love' was.
"Vegeta?"
He turned to her,
dark eyes cold, "I'm leaving."
"What? You can't leave!"
"Be quiet, woman!
You'll wake up the entire house!" Vegeta yelled back, forcing himself to look
into her eyes, the hurt in them overwhelmed him.
"Where are you
going?" Bulma demanded, brushing aside the tears welling in her eyes.
"Space."
"WHAT?"
He glared at her, "Be
quiet, woman!" He climbed from the bed, getting dressed in his armour,
it was better than looking her in the eyes.
"Space? You're just leaving?
What about the androids?"
"Baka onna," he
sneered, pulling the chest plate over his head, "I'm going to train so I
can defeat those pathetic androids once and for all. Then I'll beat Kakarott,
and prove that I am the strongest."
"Don't go, Vegeta."
He paused, hand
resting on the doorknob, "Why not?" he asked, harshly. Don't cry – foolish,
weak, woman – if you cry, I'll never leave…
"I-I need you,
Vegeta." A sob caught in her throat, "P-please, Vegeta…" Tears ran down her
face, "…don't go."
He closed his eyes, This
is for the best, so I can protect you, so I can protect our child… I will not
be weak… "Don't be stupid, woman," the words grated on his tongue, "You
have that weak fool Yamucha, don't you?" There, it was done, he had lost her
for good now. Fighting his own heartache, the Saiya-jin no Ouji left the room.
Bulma stared at the
closed door, soundless sobs wracking her frame. I don't want Yamucha,
Vegeta… I want you…
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A/N: It's finished! This is a one-shot…I
sincerely doubt that there will be a sequel. There you have it, my first V/B.
Written fairly quickly too! It's kinda short, shorter than most of my other
fics actually. *grins* It's only 4 pages! Oh well…review, please? Or I'll sic
SSJ Vegeta on ya! Or email me: smabbi@hotmail.com
I've become a real feedback addict! Constructive criticism is welcome! Flame if
you want. I am indestructible!! (And if you do, I can finally toast some
marshmallows!)
©
2001-06-23
Smabbi-chan
~ For anyone who's ever loved ~
