Chapter 8

EVIL VEGETA

HAAA! HA! Punch! YES! I was fighting him! I hadn't hit him yet considering he kept cowering away from me whenever I took a swing at him. What a stupid weakling! WHAT THE?

Suddenly, the wimpy wuss Vegeta flew straight at the enemy, Uragiru! What the hell was he doing? Uragiru was my kill! Forget Kakerotto for right now! I was supposed to kill Uragiru!! I'll get me!! I'll defeat my stupid half right now! I'll get me easily! I flew and grabbed the foot of the dumb weak me. He turned around and stared with terrified, puppy-dog eyes.

" What do you think you're doing?" I growled with ferocious strength.

The weak poser shook. " I-I-"

Suddenly, Uragiru's fist came down on his head. I sneered and glanced at the weakling's foot still in my hand. I turned and whipped the wimpy saiyajin at Kakerotto. He caught him easily and flew to the ground with the punk Gohan. That's fine, I thought, I'll finish them later.

" Do you actually think you can defeat me?" The ugly, coward beast asked. What a dopey dumbass. " I'll cut you in half again."

" ENOUGH!" I yelled.

I attacked him with great force. POW! In my face? My handsome, condescending face?! He'll die! Punch! Kick! " I'll take you down!" I screamed.

NICE VEGETA

My head throbbed and my mind was groggy. I was facing the sky so I saw Evil Vegeta getting a beating.

" So what do we do?" Krillin wondered.

" You gonna be ok?" Tien asked me.

I nodded. I felt like crying. Sitting up, I looked at Goku. He glanced at me with his teal eyes and then into the distance behind me.

" Vegeta," his voice sounded cold. Angry almost. " You're useless to us unless you're whole again."

Everyone's eyes widened. I felt stricken, sick with misery and fear.

" Why? What do you mean?"

He turned to me. His eyes were hard and serious. I shrank back and the clutched the rocks on the ground.

" You're not strong enough and neither is your other half. Trunks, Gohan, and I aren't strong enough either. We need your help. We need you, the real ,whole you."

I shook my head. " I don't know how. What am I supposed to do?" I wailed. " I don't want that rage and arrogance in me! I'm sure I can figure out a tactical plan to defeat Uragiru!"

" No." Goku said curtly. " Trunks, did Bulma figure out a way to put them back together?"

He nodded. " Yes, she did figure it out. You see-"

" Bulma!" I blurted. " I'll bet she doesn't want the old me back! She probably likes me, the Nice Vegeta."

To my total dismay, Trunks shook his head slowly. My stomach sank.

"No. While you were out of it, she said that she did like you, but she loves the real you. She appreciates your arrogance and pride. You are just not the same person that she knows."

I stared at the ground. I could feel the ache of my throat tightening up, as I choked down my tears. Then I looked at the others.

"Is that what you all think?"

They sighed.

" Well, we don't love the old you," Yamcha said, " But, that is the Vegeta we know and.respect."

" We like you now," Gohan jumped in, " It was real cool knowing you, but we need the arrogant prince back. Don't you think it's a shame to destroy the model of all Saiyajin pride?"

The saiyajin pride? The saiyajin pride, it can't be destroyed. It flattered me that they all thought of me as the saiyajin pride. Well, not me but the real Vegeta. Both halves. I nodded slowly. The idea to destroy Uragiru was already hitting me.