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Vegeta awoke the next morning to someone banging on the door. Lazily, he walked over and opened the doors, ready to hit whoever had decided to disturb him.
"What is it!?" Vegeta said angrily. The guy at the door gave him an annoyed look.
"Lord Frieza wishes to speak with you as soon as possible," he told Vegeta.
"I see," Vegeta scowled. "Get lost."
Vegeta went back inside and donned his spandex and his armor. He looked as Mila before he left and gave her a light kiss.
He made his way quickly to see Frieza, pushing through people. Frieza wouldn't be thrilled if Vegeta was late.
A sick feeling invaded his stomach as he entered Frieza's dark quarters. From across the room, he heard a whizzing sound, and looked just in time to catch a dagger inches from his face.
"Hello?" he said, while examing the deadly weapon, before he let it fall clenched in his hands by his side.
"So glad you could make it, Vegeta," Frieza said, coming from out the shadows.
"You wanted to speak with me," Vegeta stated, staring at the white and purple monster.
"Yes. I am inquiring as to why you thought it was okay for you to nearly beat the life out of Nappa... Mind explaining?" Frieza. Vegeta looked at the familiar glass windows, gazing at his stone reflection.
"He entered my quarters without my permission, and also took it upon himself to get more than close to my servant," Vegeta said in a unwavering tone as he slid the dagger into his boot. Frieza looked at him questioningly.
"You have had servants before. What makes this one so special?" Frieza pried.
"It's not the servant," Vegeta continued. "I was already in a foul mood, and someone else messing with my things just doesn't make my day."
"And that made you think you had the right to just go beat hell out of any one you cross?!" Frieza snapped angrily.
Vegeta stood silent.
"No excuse, then," Frieza spoke. "Do you think me a fool, Vegeta?! It has everything to do with the servant girl, doesn't it...."
"No," Vegeta said, looking Frieza directly in the face.
"Sappy emotions are nothing but an annoying distraction!" Frieza hissed. "So if it has nothing to do with her, dispose of her soon....or else you will painfully regret it."
Vegeta's stomach knotted as fear and anger both rose inside him. He could still remember Frieza' voice so many years ago.
Love makes you weak....
It seemed to Vegeta as if Frieza's main purpose in life was to take away everything that he had grown to like. He began to clench his fists as the anger overthrew fear.
Noticing Frieza staring at him strangely, he looked at the window.
He could see that his eyes were fading from teal to black. His hair began wavering from black to blonde. Frieza's eyes exhibited panic for a second but they quickly returned to curiosity.
Vegeta's mouth hung open slightly, and as surprise absorbed his fury, he returned to his normal state.
"So it has nothing to do with the servant girl, does it?" Frieza said cruelly. "Now get out. And if you even think about attempting anything, seeing as how you have shown quite a bit of power just now, I will make you wish you were dead."
Vegeta walked slowly back to his quarters, looking rather dumbfounded.
He's right....Look what I've let happen! I let this foolish slave mess with my mind... he thought, scowling and straightening his posture.
As he walked through the sliding doors, the smell of breakfast wafted up to his nose, causing him to remember just how hungry he was.
Mila smiled at him as Vegeta sat down at the table, awaiting his food.
Breakfast went by slowly and neither one said much. Mila attempted conversation, but he would just ignore her.
By the end of the meal, Mila was totally fed up with his silent treatment.
"What is wrong with you?" she asked impatiently.
"Nothing," he grunted. Mila knew prying at him was futile, so she forced a smile back at him.
Vegeta got up and was making his way to the training room when he heard footsteps coming after him.
She walked over to him and hugged him but he shoved her away.
"Woman, GET OFF!" he roared.
"What the hell is your problem!?" she screamed.
"Do you think I care about you or something?! Stop clinging to me like an infant," Vegeta snorted. Mila's face registered shock, then rage.
"You don't care about me!? Then why the hell have you been acting like it!?" she retorted. Vegeta just began walking away, but much to his surprise, Mila grabbed his shoulders and flung him around to face her.
"Answer me, damn it!" Mila growled. Vegeta snatched her wrists.
"I do not comply with the wishes of mere servants," he seethed.
"How can you act like you don't even care?" Mila cried softly, surprising Vegeta at how she had let down her guard, exposing her hurt through anger. Vegeta let his hold against her go and turned his back. Mila hunched against the plain grey wall.
"I love you."
"Shutup, woman," he spat.
"It's true. Don't deny that you don't feel the same, Vegeta," she said quietly. "I can see it in your eyes that you're lying."
Vegeta began to walk away once again.
"You are nothing but a coward!" Mila shrieked unexpectedly. Vegeta instantly turned around and flew at her, pinning Mila against the wall.
"What? Is the mighty prince too afraid to admit his true feelings!?" she whispered.
Vegeta opened his mouth to speak but could merely close his eyes in anger and rage.
"Love is nothing but a lie that fools believe in!" Vegeta yelled in Mila's face.
"You're so ignorant, Vegeta!" she yelled back, tears beginning to fall from her silver eyes. "Why are you acting this way!?"
"Because!" he said. Then, without warning, Vegeta grabbed Mila into an embrace and kissed her, practically bearing all his emotions in such a simple act.
Mila willingly joined in the kiss, wrapping her arms around him.
Distracted, Mila failed to notice Vegeta's swift movement until it was too late. Pain engulfed her back as a blade dove into her skin.
Her eyes shot open and she looked at Vegeta, as a few tears managed to escape his cold eyes, which were now in agony, looking at his beloved one whose blood was now on his own hands.
Vegeta removed the dagger as quickly as it had been put there, and the metal clattering on the ground echoed throughout the room.
Mila only looked at Vegeta in terror and she then slumped against the wall.
Vegeta looked at his hands, balled into fists and covered with Mila's deep, crimson blood.
He fell by her side, near sobs. He wrapped his arms around her small frame, and Mila managed to lift her hands to meet his, which were firmly wrapped around her.
Mila's body shuddered as it took it's last breath, and her eyes dimmed as her final breath left her.
"I love you, Mila..."
Vegeta awoke the next morning to someone banging on the door. Lazily, he walked over and opened the doors, ready to hit whoever had decided to disturb him.
"What is it!?" Vegeta said angrily. The guy at the door gave him an annoyed look.
"Lord Frieza wishes to speak with you as soon as possible," he told Vegeta.
"I see," Vegeta scowled. "Get lost."
Vegeta went back inside and donned his spandex and his armor. He looked as Mila before he left and gave her a light kiss.
He made his way quickly to see Frieza, pushing through people. Frieza wouldn't be thrilled if Vegeta was late.
A sick feeling invaded his stomach as he entered Frieza's dark quarters. From across the room, he heard a whizzing sound, and looked just in time to catch a dagger inches from his face.
"Hello?" he said, while examing the deadly weapon, before he let it fall clenched in his hands by his side.
"So glad you could make it, Vegeta," Frieza said, coming from out the shadows.
"You wanted to speak with me," Vegeta stated, staring at the white and purple monster.
"Yes. I am inquiring as to why you thought it was okay for you to nearly beat the life out of Nappa... Mind explaining?" Frieza. Vegeta looked at the familiar glass windows, gazing at his stone reflection.
"He entered my quarters without my permission, and also took it upon himself to get more than close to my servant," Vegeta said in a unwavering tone as he slid the dagger into his boot. Frieza looked at him questioningly.
"You have had servants before. What makes this one so special?" Frieza pried.
"It's not the servant," Vegeta continued. "I was already in a foul mood, and someone else messing with my things just doesn't make my day."
"And that made you think you had the right to just go beat hell out of any one you cross?!" Frieza snapped angrily.
Vegeta stood silent.
"No excuse, then," Frieza spoke. "Do you think me a fool, Vegeta?! It has everything to do with the servant girl, doesn't it...."
"No," Vegeta said, looking Frieza directly in the face.
"Sappy emotions are nothing but an annoying distraction!" Frieza hissed. "So if it has nothing to do with her, dispose of her soon....or else you will painfully regret it."
Vegeta's stomach knotted as fear and anger both rose inside him. He could still remember Frieza' voice so many years ago.
Love makes you weak....
It seemed to Vegeta as if Frieza's main purpose in life was to take away everything that he had grown to like. He began to clench his fists as the anger overthrew fear.
Noticing Frieza staring at him strangely, he looked at the window.
He could see that his eyes were fading from teal to black. His hair began wavering from black to blonde. Frieza's eyes exhibited panic for a second but they quickly returned to curiosity.
Vegeta's mouth hung open slightly, and as surprise absorbed his fury, he returned to his normal state.
"So it has nothing to do with the servant girl, does it?" Frieza said cruelly. "Now get out. And if you even think about attempting anything, seeing as how you have shown quite a bit of power just now, I will make you wish you were dead."
Vegeta walked slowly back to his quarters, looking rather dumbfounded.
He's right....Look what I've let happen! I let this foolish slave mess with my mind... he thought, scowling and straightening his posture.
As he walked through the sliding doors, the smell of breakfast wafted up to his nose, causing him to remember just how hungry he was.
Mila smiled at him as Vegeta sat down at the table, awaiting his food.
Breakfast went by slowly and neither one said much. Mila attempted conversation, but he would just ignore her.
By the end of the meal, Mila was totally fed up with his silent treatment.
"What is wrong with you?" she asked impatiently.
"Nothing," he grunted. Mila knew prying at him was futile, so she forced a smile back at him.
Vegeta got up and was making his way to the training room when he heard footsteps coming after him.
She walked over to him and hugged him but he shoved her away.
"Woman, GET OFF!" he roared.
"What the hell is your problem!?" she screamed.
"Do you think I care about you or something?! Stop clinging to me like an infant," Vegeta snorted. Mila's face registered shock, then rage.
"You don't care about me!? Then why the hell have you been acting like it!?" she retorted. Vegeta just began walking away, but much to his surprise, Mila grabbed his shoulders and flung him around to face her.
"Answer me, damn it!" Mila growled. Vegeta snatched her wrists.
"I do not comply with the wishes of mere servants," he seethed.
"How can you act like you don't even care?" Mila cried softly, surprising Vegeta at how she had let down her guard, exposing her hurt through anger. Vegeta let his hold against her go and turned his back. Mila hunched against the plain grey wall.
"I love you."
"Shutup, woman," he spat.
"It's true. Don't deny that you don't feel the same, Vegeta," she said quietly. "I can see it in your eyes that you're lying."
Vegeta began to walk away once again.
"You are nothing but a coward!" Mila shrieked unexpectedly. Vegeta instantly turned around and flew at her, pinning Mila against the wall.
"What? Is the mighty prince too afraid to admit his true feelings!?" she whispered.
Vegeta opened his mouth to speak but could merely close his eyes in anger and rage.
"Love is nothing but a lie that fools believe in!" Vegeta yelled in Mila's face.
"You're so ignorant, Vegeta!" she yelled back, tears beginning to fall from her silver eyes. "Why are you acting this way!?"
"Because!" he said. Then, without warning, Vegeta grabbed Mila into an embrace and kissed her, practically bearing all his emotions in such a simple act.
Mila willingly joined in the kiss, wrapping her arms around him.
Distracted, Mila failed to notice Vegeta's swift movement until it was too late. Pain engulfed her back as a blade dove into her skin.
Her eyes shot open and she looked at Vegeta, as a few tears managed to escape his cold eyes, which were now in agony, looking at his beloved one whose blood was now on his own hands.
Vegeta removed the dagger as quickly as it had been put there, and the metal clattering on the ground echoed throughout the room.
Mila only looked at Vegeta in terror and she then slumped against the wall.
Vegeta looked at his hands, balled into fists and covered with Mila's deep, crimson blood.
He fell by her side, near sobs. He wrapped his arms around her small frame, and Mila managed to lift her hands to meet his, which were firmly wrapped around her.
Mila's body shuddered as it took it's last breath, and her eyes dimmed as her final breath left her.
"I love you, Mila..."