DBZ doesn't belong to me.
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It's convient that you think I'm such an idiot, that everyone thinks I'm so innocent, so pure. Because when I look at you for longer then I should it's so easy to cover up; you simply think I'm being strange, being the baka Son Goku you hate so much. It hurts to think you hate me, just as it hurts so much to know I can never have you. Even now as we eat the feelings nearly choke me...
"WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT BAKA?"
That look of yours could tear a person apart Kakarotto, I wish you would stop gazing at me like that. It makes me think I could shatter you with a word. Shouldn't I enjoy that feeling? I hate you, of course I hate you, with passion. You're nothing more than a third class piece of scum. But....but I disagree with myself Kakarrotto, because every time I have had the chance to destroy you I have backed away. It means nothing! It's just that you are such an enigma. A wonder, a puzzle to be sloved. Besides, what is the point of being a Prince with no subjects?
"Nothing, Vegeta. Sorry."
I shouldn't feel this way, but I have never been one to deny my feelings, whatever they are. I SHOULD NOT feel like this, it's not fair to ChiChi. My devoted wife; I love her, I really, truly love her, and that too is the honest truth. But you....Kami Vegeta you consume me. I'm obsessed. I want to know everything about you, your heart, mind, soul, and yes, your body as well. I love ChiChi, but it is not the type of love I ought to have for her. I cannot help it, if I could change it I would, impossible as it is.
"Humpph."
You've backed off again. It's a subtle change, but I can tell. That oblivious mask you wear doesn't work that well on me Kakarotto. I've watched you too closely - much as it grates me to admit it - to be fooled. Damn you! I'm obsessed. Even the blue haired onna does not hold my interest as you do, much as I do have feelings for her. I hate you! Do I? I'm passionate about you, yes, but do I hate you?
"I've got to get going, ChiChi is expecting me home."
"Fine."
And I feel like a child again,
Looking at something easy to break,
When my mother tells me one thing,
"Look, but don't touch."
Scythe Zero: Well, that was bad. Oh well.