Well…. Let's see. I came up with this in erm, my history class. So yah. Anyway, I don't own DBZ, but I do own Vegeta. Yup. And my 'brother' owns Goku. Yep. So there :P Hey, we can wish, right? ^-^
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Silent Reflections
Lying here, gazing into my love's peaceful face, I wonder, why did fate choose such a way to bring us together? He, who grew up on a planet different than our own, raised different than how he might've been otherwise… He, the kind, caring, generous soul, something I could never be, nor have I dreamed it. Then myself; a prince, royalty, raised as a fighter; arrogant, cocky, always eager for a fight. I am everything he is not; he is everything I could never be. We are opposites, and yet we love, we care, strange as it may seem to be admitting this, I truly care for him.
My mind wanders, reflecting on the time before I had him. It seems so distant, so long ago now, almost unreal. It seems obscure that at one time I spent my days killing, conquering planets for that abomination that I was forced to call master, Frieza. Bending to his will, doing what he wanted me to, it all seems like some strange nightmare to me now.
Later, realizing that he, my love, was truly stronger than I; looking back, I realize I cared for him then, and yet I could not see it. I was too blinded by my hunger for power, that I let my need to be the strongest overpower me. Perhaps it was better that way; who knows what might have happened had I admitted it to myself then.
When I heard he was dead, truly, that he had been on Namek when it exploded, I find now that I was confused, and torn. In a way, I suppose I was happy as well, if he was dead, then surely *I* was the strongest, right? Yet, none of that really mattered; I truly felt hollow then. I let myself come off as uncaring, even happy he was gone, but in fact, it was never so.
Training, ah yes the training, striving to become what he had, striving to surpass him. I know now I did it not only for myself, but for him as well. His memory; in becoming a Super Saiyan I became as he was, it was almost as if he were living on with me. Perhaps that was my cause. Perhaps.
I close my eyes now, and rest, for my mind is at ease. We are together now, and that, in itself, is enough for me. I leave the memories behind, for I no longer need them, you see. What I need now is sleep; shopping with Kakarrot is indeed a chore. Though, I admit to myself, I do not mind, I do not mind anything about him any longer. His wild hair, his beautiful eyes, even his goofy smile; all of it is that which is only his, and I love him for it. We are the last of our race; it seems fitting that we should be paired together. I know in my heart, I am thankful for this; I would have never known true love if we had not been put together in such a way.
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