Sacrifice for Love: Vegeta
Vegeta walked with Kakarot towards the low class brat. Upon Kami's lookout a power the likes of the world had never seen awaited Gohan, Goku and Vegeta. This warrior had given the three Saiyans one chance to save this world without innocence being hurt in the process. The three Saiyans now stood there silently, reminiscing over there lives and their loved ones. They all new that it was a fare chance they would not survive this but they had to try. The world had no one else.
He ran through his head his normal re-assuring thoughts. "I'm the prince of all Saiyans, I have no equal" and other various comments. But he still could not hide his own fear. Not from Kakarot, not from Kakarot's brat, not even from himself. He knew that this time it was likely to be the end. His reign as prince would be cut short and he would die in battle next to two of his greatest friends, though he hated to admit his friendship. But despite his fear and worries he couldn't help but feel proud. He had became the great warrior that he always claimed to be. But not by the ideals he had grown up believing in: strength alone, coldness, emotionless. Rather than those he had became the warrior by following his friends. He cared for every one of them, even if he wouldn't admit it. Especially Kakarot. But there was someone even more important than Kakarot. Bulma.
She was the key to his heart. That woman had unlocked the emotions and hear he had kept locked up for so many years. She had released everything he had denied he was. And because of this, and many other things, he loved her. She had bared him an heir and had cared for him all these years, despite his constant complaining and arguments. He looked over to Kakarot and smiled for a moment. That man's death had been the thing he had lived for for many years and now he could be about to witness it. But not if he could help it. Kakarot was worth dieing for. After all, he had done it for him so many times before. He looked to Kakarot's brat. He was nearly in tears. Vegeta knew why. His mate. He looked at him and couldn't help but feel proud of the boy. He hoped that Trunks would grow up to be at least half the man Gohan was. He watched as Kakarot lay his hand on his son's shoulder. And then he put his hand on the other shoulder. As Gohan looked at him he felt more pride than anything else before. The last of the Saiyan race were truly great. Gohan saw Vegeta's pride but Vegeta did not try to hide it. It was about time they knew.
"We know how you feel son" said Goku. After that not a word was spoken. They slowly rose into the air and took off towards the lookout to fight for their loved ones, even if it meant their end.
