Chapter 11 ...I need to get by...
"Can I come in?"
Vegeta stood outside my doorway, actually asking to come in. I quickly stood up, not noticing that my robe was half-open. "Yeah, sure." I sat back down on my bed, gesturing him to sit next to me. Instead, he stood by the door. "I have something to talk with you about. Will you listen?" "Yes, of course." Vegeta took a deep breath, sighed, and folded his arms. It looked as if what he was about to say was going to kill him. "I, I feel the same way you do." "Really?" I hopped up and ran to him, throwing my arms around him. "Oh Vegeta! I knew it. I'm so hap--" "No!" He threw me against the wall, hard, putting his hands on my shoulders holding me back. "You don't know anything! Do you know what it feels like, never loving, never being loved? You don't know shit! This is me. This is my life. I am the Prince of all Saiyans. My destiny is to rule the universe, not to...fall in love. What, what am I?" His grip loosened up, lowering his head. "And my destiny," I began, holding his face to see me, noticing his tears. "My destiny is whatever I choose it to be, and I want it to be with you, always." I wiped his eyes. He looked so shamed, and I didn't wanted him to be that. I couldn't stand Vegeta to look so pitifully. He was strong and noble, but all of that left when told him how I felt. I brought down Vegeta and myself to the floor.
"Try, Vegeta. You have nothing to lose. I will always be here for you. It's too late now for me. I'm too in love with you. I just want to take you away from your problems and bring you into a pleasurable world full of life and possibilities. Don't let this go away. Please. You're all I need to get by."
And he smiled. And he looked up at me. Vegeta released all of that insecurity about loving me. "But how can you stand me?" he asked, sincerely. That was the most honest heart-felt question I've ever heard. "I want you, the whole package," I responded. "Those demons inside of you, I can't do anything about. I'll I can do is give you my love and trust. Hopefully, that will prove to you that love is possible for someone like you. You're a dark person, but I am that light you need. Vegeta, you'll come around. Your dark desires, they'll fade. And I'll still be there when they do. I'm here for you." "You'd do that for me?" I looked at him, tearfully grinning, "Yes." "No, I can't. I can't stand these Earthly restrictions. I am a warrior. You have no idea what constant battles can do to a person. I've seen so much bloodshed; some caused by my own proud hands. I can't hold you like I want with these bloodstained hands. I...I can't." He began shaking all over, starting from his hands. Vegeta lost his composure. But I took a hold of his hands, placing them on my bare thighs. "I'm still here, Vegeta. That blood won't rub off on me. Your life was a hellish circumstance, but it's up to you if you want to change. You need a simple kind of life, and so do I. And I want to start mine with you. You're my friend, and my lover. Oh God, Vegeta, what else can I say? Be with me, please...plea-" "shhh...my love. I know now. We are one in the same. And I see now that you are apart of my destiny, if not, my eternal dream. Let's try, my angel. Come here." I leaned forward to receive his offering kiss. This kiss we shared locked our vows without speaking. He's right, I thought. We shared the same qualities, the same faults. When it all comes down to it, good or bad, we deserve each other.
Vegeta and I are proof that love comes in the most awkward of situations. Still today, it's hard for him to actually say he loves me. But when he holds Trunks in his arms, you can see it. That proud smirk of his forms as he mutters my boy under his breath. Besides, I feel it; I feel the love when he holds me. The warmest feeling. Like when I'm lying down and he kisses my forehead, thinking I won't feel it. Or when he just stands there and stares at me, preaching how lucky he is so low that no one can hear it but him, or at least he thinks so. He is my life. The reason I live. I cry sometimes, from the happiness I feel inside, and the hopefulness I have that he'll conquer his own demons. Now that Goku's gone, he's been behaving sort of regret. I wonder if he mourns him because he's dead or that he can't fight him anymore. But most nights, you couldn't tell. We would sit up, watching the news, talking through it, then go to bed. I still marvel at how I changed such a tragic soul. Savior, I guess. Eternity is in him and me. Within our starlit, moonlit limitations. Our nights...