Here's the next chapter, I know it's short, but hope you like it nonetheless.
Vegeta lay in bed, tossing and turning. He had been in bed for some time, yet sleep would not come, and that blasted woman was downstairs again as if to avoid him. He actually wanted her to come, willed her to come to see him. Night after night for the past months she had stayed in a separate bedroom, not to disturb him. She obviously didn't want to be around him in this state, and therefore, made damn sure that she wasn't, at least that's what he heard her say to Kakarott's mate on the phone. She just didn't understand what was going on with him now. That weakling Kakarott had proved too noble by sacrificing his life for everyone else, including him. Every time he had ever tried to prove himself, that clown had outdone him. Even, not too long ago when they had gone to fight the legendary Saiyan Brolly, he was outmatched. He knew deep down that they couldn't beat him, he was too far beyond the powers that they had. Here stood a saiyan that held such incredible power, and he
the mighty Prince could do nothing. He was in complete shock, and then that damn Namek threw him into the battle, forcing him to fight. `Was this what a prince should be reduced to?' he thought. `To be thrown into battle like a weakling?' This as not at all who he was. All his life he had held pride and honor for his race, and did whatever he could to be the best. Yet, when faced with one of his own that held that kind of power, he was rendered immobile, and could do nothing. When he finally got back into his mode, it was too late. Brolly had already pounded him into a bleeding pulp, and of course that Kakarott had saved the day as usual.
He stumbled out of bed, and stood up to look at himself in the mirror. `I can't do this.' He thought, as he pounded his fists into the dresser. Suddenly, the door flew open.
"Vegeta..." Bulma screamed before she noticed him at the dresser.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Nothing. Go away." He said back to her, clenching his fists. He didn't want her to go, more than anything he wanted her to stay. A part of him wanted her to see right through him as she usually did. This was one time in his life he didn't want to be lonely, and recently he had been just that. He needed her in some odd way right now, and it wasn't getting through to her. He landed back on the bed, and threw the covers over his head.
"Vegeta, you aren't going to do this to yourself anymore. I won't stand for you to continue this ludicrous behavior. I can't see you like this anymore, and I will not leave this time until you are up and in the gravity room."
"Give me a reason to." He replied back, shifting the covers off his head.
"Because I am ordering you to." She said back.
"Wrong answer." He said in a low voice.
Vegeta lay in bed, tossing and turning. He had been in bed for some time, yet sleep would not come, and that blasted woman was downstairs again as if to avoid him. He actually wanted her to come, willed her to come to see him. Night after night for the past months she had stayed in a separate bedroom, not to disturb him. She obviously didn't want to be around him in this state, and therefore, made damn sure that she wasn't, at least that's what he heard her say to Kakarott's mate on the phone. She just didn't understand what was going on with him now. That weakling Kakarott had proved too noble by sacrificing his life for everyone else, including him. Every time he had ever tried to prove himself, that clown had outdone him. Even, not too long ago when they had gone to fight the legendary Saiyan Brolly, he was outmatched. He knew deep down that they couldn't beat him, he was too far beyond the powers that they had. Here stood a saiyan that held such incredible power, and he
the mighty Prince could do nothing. He was in complete shock, and then that damn Namek threw him into the battle, forcing him to fight. `Was this what a prince should be reduced to?' he thought. `To be thrown into battle like a weakling?' This as not at all who he was. All his life he had held pride and honor for his race, and did whatever he could to be the best. Yet, when faced with one of his own that held that kind of power, he was rendered immobile, and could do nothing. When he finally got back into his mode, it was too late. Brolly had already pounded him into a bleeding pulp, and of course that Kakarott had saved the day as usual.
He stumbled out of bed, and stood up to look at himself in the mirror. `I can't do this.' He thought, as he pounded his fists into the dresser. Suddenly, the door flew open.
"Vegeta..." Bulma screamed before she noticed him at the dresser.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Nothing. Go away." He said back to her, clenching his fists. He didn't want her to go, more than anything he wanted her to stay. A part of him wanted her to see right through him as she usually did. This was one time in his life he didn't want to be lonely, and recently he had been just that. He needed her in some odd way right now, and it wasn't getting through to her. He landed back on the bed, and threw the covers over his head.
"Vegeta, you aren't going to do this to yourself anymore. I won't stand for you to continue this ludicrous behavior. I can't see you like this anymore, and I will not leave this time until you are up and in the gravity room."
"Give me a reason to." He replied back, shifting the covers off his head.
"Because I am ordering you to." She said back.
"Wrong answer." He said in a low voice.
