~This story deals with Vegeta's POV when he kills himself in the Buu saga of DBZ~
"I Do This For You"
By Angel_Wings
~~~Vegeta~~~~
The dust swirls at my feet and the wind whips through my golden hair. A blob of disgusting pinks towers fifty feet away. It seems so absurd to think this infant like creature can obliterate the universe, yet I can no longer deny the fact it is possible. I'm seriously wounded though I hate to admit it. Blood seeps from my flesh in a flow and pain sears at my body. Moments ago I was unconscious unable to awake from the torment that was inflicted on my still body. It took my own son and that brat of Kakarrot's to save me. Biting my tongue and causing more blood to ooze I think of the humiliation. It has been bad enough Kakorot has beat me countless times and saved my hide on more than one occasion, but when my own son must save his weakling father it becomes too much…
And yet… I do not feel angry for what Trunks did… Why?… I cannot say I am upset for my weakness, but I cannot bring myself to be angry with the boy… Stupid emotions! They hinder me from becoming the warrior I have been born to be! I am a royal sayian! I am a warrior!--
Why do I fight a losing battle?… For the last decade I have fought against myself… Those feelings that I was forced to rebuke from childhood raged within me years ago… They have haunted me wherever I turned and though I believed I was rid of them they had only grown stronger within me… All because I was separated from my people and forced to degraded myself in becoming acquaintances with Kakarrot and his companions… All because I met… her…
Woman… Bulma… Years ago when you first came to Namek I was intrigued by you to say the least. I refused to acknowledge your existence though time and time again I did the very opposite of such. When you allowed me into your home I did my best to ignore your presence,… but that was impossible… I had never met a person… a woman like you… You had the fire of a sayian within you, but the life of a weak earthling… When we fought it was not because of anger or pride it was because of the thrill we got from it… One would have thought we hated each other, but both of knew better…
I tried to ignore the feelings that started to emerge in my soul when I dwelt amongst your house. Time and time again I plunge deeper into my training in hope of forgetting you,… but it was vain hope… You followed me… not physically… Wherever I looked I saw you… When my body was sore and aching I saw your blue eyes of summer skies… I could see that smile… I could feel burning fire that quaked within you… Perhaps it was because of that fire I was drawn to you like a moth to an internal flame… Slowly unseen by my eyes you thawed the cold layer that surrounded my heart… We found each other through the three years of peace before the androids… before my heart closed again in hope of saving what I had lost those years with you… I tried to act unconcern with you, but you could easily see through my enclosure… More importantly you did your best to not show off your closeness to me around the others…
Our child… Trunks… I didn't want him at first… I wanted to shun him like a true sayian should have, but I couldn't… I refrain from acknowledging him though… I refused to hold and hug him for fear of showing the emotions I carried… I tried to bury those feelings, but because of you and him they slowly dug their way out… As I stand here know on this torn battlefield with the disgusting blob of cuteness before me all I can think of is you… and Trunks… If this was years ago I wouldn't even be considering what I'm about to do… Never would I imagine I would give up my life to save this mudball planet… Yet as this hideous beast lumbers over to me I find myself overrun with the suicidal decision… because I found you…
Maybe years ago I might have said I regretted ever staying at Capsule Corps, but no longer. Maybe I cannot truly outloud express the reason for what I do today, but my actions will speak for me. Kakarrot has sacrificed himself several times for this world and for a long time I have wondered why. He says he did it to save the lives of all on earth, but I believe it went deeper than that… he did it for his love ones… I will do the same…
Slowly I dig into my powers and light up the land with my golden aura. The blob known as Majin Buu threatens to eat me, but it is a foolish threat. He will die with me.
Trunks… Bulma… I do this for you… Yes, and even for you Kakarrot…
With a thunderous cry I release the power that has forever dwelled in my sayian blood letting it sears through my body like hot knives. Painfully I let go of my life letting it be consumed with my internal power. The golden light envelops the lands and clouds bellow in smoke. I can feel the land crumble beneath me feet and I force myself to hover and continue the destruction… Lightning streaks through the turbulence and roars in my ears. I am dimly aware that the monster is torn apart by my power and I can feel a sense of pride come with its death. Yet I am more aware of what I see in my mind…
I see your face, Bulma, in my head. Your smile and eyes twinkle at me like the stars and I can feel a smile, a true smile, pull at my weary face… An image of our eight year old son in your arms stares back at me… my smile does not drift… I see my past fly before me, but I do not see the years of my murderous lifestyle… I see only the time I remember of you and I… and the time after… with our son… If I could I would turn back the clock and try to do things somewhat differently that I could never do before… I'm sorry I must leave you… leave you to raise our son alone again….
Goodbye…
And so the light takes my life and thus I remember no more…
"I Do This For You"
By Angel_Wings
~~~Vegeta~~~~
The dust swirls at my feet and the wind whips through my golden hair. A blob of disgusting pinks towers fifty feet away. It seems so absurd to think this infant like creature can obliterate the universe, yet I can no longer deny the fact it is possible. I'm seriously wounded though I hate to admit it. Blood seeps from my flesh in a flow and pain sears at my body. Moments ago I was unconscious unable to awake from the torment that was inflicted on my still body. It took my own son and that brat of Kakarrot's to save me. Biting my tongue and causing more blood to ooze I think of the humiliation. It has been bad enough Kakorot has beat me countless times and saved my hide on more than one occasion, but when my own son must save his weakling father it becomes too much…
And yet… I do not feel angry for what Trunks did… Why?… I cannot say I am upset for my weakness, but I cannot bring myself to be angry with the boy… Stupid emotions! They hinder me from becoming the warrior I have been born to be! I am a royal sayian! I am a warrior!--
Why do I fight a losing battle?… For the last decade I have fought against myself… Those feelings that I was forced to rebuke from childhood raged within me years ago… They have haunted me wherever I turned and though I believed I was rid of them they had only grown stronger within me… All because I was separated from my people and forced to degraded myself in becoming acquaintances with Kakarrot and his companions… All because I met… her…
Woman… Bulma… Years ago when you first came to Namek I was intrigued by you to say the least. I refused to acknowledge your existence though time and time again I did the very opposite of such. When you allowed me into your home I did my best to ignore your presence,… but that was impossible… I had never met a person… a woman like you… You had the fire of a sayian within you, but the life of a weak earthling… When we fought it was not because of anger or pride it was because of the thrill we got from it… One would have thought we hated each other, but both of knew better…
I tried to ignore the feelings that started to emerge in my soul when I dwelt amongst your house. Time and time again I plunge deeper into my training in hope of forgetting you,… but it was vain hope… You followed me… not physically… Wherever I looked I saw you… When my body was sore and aching I saw your blue eyes of summer skies… I could see that smile… I could feel burning fire that quaked within you… Perhaps it was because of that fire I was drawn to you like a moth to an internal flame… Slowly unseen by my eyes you thawed the cold layer that surrounded my heart… We found each other through the three years of peace before the androids… before my heart closed again in hope of saving what I had lost those years with you… I tried to act unconcern with you, but you could easily see through my enclosure… More importantly you did your best to not show off your closeness to me around the others…
Our child… Trunks… I didn't want him at first… I wanted to shun him like a true sayian should have, but I couldn't… I refrain from acknowledging him though… I refused to hold and hug him for fear of showing the emotions I carried… I tried to bury those feelings, but because of you and him they slowly dug their way out… As I stand here know on this torn battlefield with the disgusting blob of cuteness before me all I can think of is you… and Trunks… If this was years ago I wouldn't even be considering what I'm about to do… Never would I imagine I would give up my life to save this mudball planet… Yet as this hideous beast lumbers over to me I find myself overrun with the suicidal decision… because I found you…
Maybe years ago I might have said I regretted ever staying at Capsule Corps, but no longer. Maybe I cannot truly outloud express the reason for what I do today, but my actions will speak for me. Kakarrot has sacrificed himself several times for this world and for a long time I have wondered why. He says he did it to save the lives of all on earth, but I believe it went deeper than that… he did it for his love ones… I will do the same…
Slowly I dig into my powers and light up the land with my golden aura. The blob known as Majin Buu threatens to eat me, but it is a foolish threat. He will die with me.
Trunks… Bulma… I do this for you… Yes, and even for you Kakarrot…
With a thunderous cry I release the power that has forever dwelled in my sayian blood letting it sears through my body like hot knives. Painfully I let go of my life letting it be consumed with my internal power. The golden light envelops the lands and clouds bellow in smoke. I can feel the land crumble beneath me feet and I force myself to hover and continue the destruction… Lightning streaks through the turbulence and roars in my ears. I am dimly aware that the monster is torn apart by my power and I can feel a sense of pride come with its death. Yet I am more aware of what I see in my mind…
I see your face, Bulma, in my head. Your smile and eyes twinkle at me like the stars and I can feel a smile, a true smile, pull at my weary face… An image of our eight year old son in your arms stares back at me… my smile does not drift… I see my past fly before me, but I do not see the years of my murderous lifestyle… I see only the time I remember of you and I… and the time after… with our son… If I could I would turn back the clock and try to do things somewhat differently that I could never do before… I'm sorry I must leave you… leave you to raise our son alone again….
Goodbye…
And so the light takes my life and thus I remember no more…