3
The Mirror
An hour passed, and Vegita did not move from his stance. The shock of all that his father said to him had started sink in.
He was now an outcast from both his homes, an alien to the humans and an exile to the saiyans.
"Have I lost my way," whispered Vegita? "Has being on earth made me forget who I originally was, or where I have come from?"
Vegita raised his head and looked into the mirror. The image that looked back at him was the face that had been full of pride and honor. The face that had taken many thousands of generations of Saiyan rulers to mold and shape into the perfect warrior was gone. Now it was just a face.
"My pride. The one thing that has kept me alive all my life, the only thing that helped me survive my servitude with Freiza is gone," said Vegita "Taken, by my own father. This is a punishment worse then death itself."
Vegita just stood there and stared in silence for a while. The only sound heard were the sound of raindrops falling against the outside of the house.
There was a quiet knock at the door.
"Vegita are you okay," asked a Bulma in a nervous voice.
"I said I was fine women," said Vegita. He did not yell at her this time.
"Vegita, I am your wife and I can help you. Please just unlock the door, I want to talk to you about your father," said a now more stronger willed Bulma.
Vegita unlocked the door and Bulma now stepped into the bathroom. She had her hair down, and a light green robe on, Vegita turned back to the mirror. He just stared at his face, a cold unblinking stare.
Bulma walked over and put an arm around him.
"Vegita, what happened in your dream," asked Bulma. Her tone was so calm and soothing. Vegita had rarely seen this side of her.
"It's nothing," said Vegita.
"Come on Vegita, we've been together for years. I know when something is really bothering you. You haven't been this distraught since the day Goku died at the Cell Games," said Bulma. "This has something to do about your father."
"It's none of your concern," replied Vegita.
"You know what, in all the years we have been together you have barely mentioned anything about your family. All I know is that all your family is named Vegita," chuckled Bulma. "I mean how hard is it to call someone in your house and they all show up."
"That is not funny," said a now angry Vegita. "The name Vegita is a given name too all Kings and Princes in the royal family. It's the highest honor to be called Vegita."
"Ok then your father…" said Bulma
"You don't get it," said Vegita cutting her off. "You will never understand what I am going through this is something you humans cannot grasp."
"So just because I am not a Saiyan I would not understand. Come on tell me, even though I am not a saiyan I may help with what's bugging you" replied Bulma.
"I can't tell you what's wrong," said Vegita. "It will just make things worse if you get involved."
"Vegita, I am involved whether you like it or not. Now tell me what's wrong," pleaded Bulma.
Vegita turned his head and faced her. "You are what's wrong," said Vegita quietly.
"Me, what have I done," said a stunned Bulma.
"Its not what you did it's who you are. You are human," said Vegita.
"So is that suppose to mean anything," said Bulma.
"Yes it does," said Vegita. "It means I am a disgrace to my Saiyan name."
"What," screamed Bulma. "How has me being human somehow disgraced you."
"It has," said Vegita. "You see, the royal bloodline is the symbol of strength and purity of spirit in my culture. To taint that bloodline is like slapping every Saiyan to ever exist in the face. I have tainted this bloodline with yours, I have bred an offspring with this taint, and now I am being punished for this disgrace."
"You are being punished, how," asked Bulma? "Did they take a way your powers?"
"No its much worse then that," said Vegita. "They took away my pride, my title, and my honor."
"Who is doing this to you," said Bulma?
"All the saiyans that have ever existed, but my father was the one who told me this," said Vegita. He put his head down and breathed.
"Vegita don't worry," said Bulma. She hugged him and whispered in his ear. "You will be fine, don't worry. You are still here on earth, you have a family."
Vegita pushed Bulma away from him, and pinned her against the wall. "DON"T YOU GET IT. WITHOUT MY PRIDE AND MY HONOR I AM NOTHING," screamed Vegita. "YOU AND TRUNKS HAVE MADE ME AN OUTCAST EVERYWHERE. I HAVE NO HOME ANYMORE." In his rage his energy level spiked causing the mirror to shatter behind him. Vegita looked at the twisted image of himself then he turned back to Bulma.
They stood there in silence, the only sound after that was the thundering rain outside.
Finally Bulma, with tears running down her cheeks, got the courage to utter something. "Vegita..I..I," stammered Bulma.
"You're sorry," said Vegita. "You're sorry that you're husband has lost everything that he holds dear because of his family. You're sorry that you are the main reason that I have been disgraced by my family and my race. You're sorry that our son is the constant reminder of this disgrace that I will suffer for the rest of my life."
Vegita released Bulma and turned away from her. He looked at the shattered mirror. The image boring into his soul, cutting every bit of humanity that he had created on this earth. He stared at the image with pure hatred for what has been happening to him, and then suddenly something finally clicked in the back of his mind.
"I can't do this anymore," whispered Vegita With that said Vegita powered up his ki and blasted the mirror into a thousands shards, and put a hole in the side of the building. "I…I have to leave this place. Maybe if I get away from here and find my true saiyan self then maybe I will earn my pride back."
Vegita ran out of the bathroom. He went down the hallway to the other end of the building. He keyed the keypad and opened the door. There in that room was all of Vegita's private mementoes. His scouter, a part of his space pod, Android 19's head his trophy after their battle so long ago, and there at the center of the room was what he had come for. His last and final link to the past, his Saiyan armor that he battled Freiza with. He had repaired it after his return to earth and he used it in the battles with the Androids. He had discarded after that fight as he called it a useless deadweight. Now it was the most important thing to him.
He quickly changed into a black jumpsuit and put on the armor
"Vegita," yelled Bulma as she caught up to him. "Why are you doing this, come back to bed we can talk about this." Bulma's eyes were teary and here face was stricken with fear.
"Leave me alone, I know what I am doing," said a now determined Vegita.
He walked back to the bathroom to where he put the hole in the way. Bulma was thankful that the hole was only the size of the room and not the whole house.
"What's going on" said a voice outside the doorway?
Vegita turned and too see his son. The person that would forever symbolize his fall from grace. The person who had caused all the other Saiyans in the universe to turn there backs on him and abandon him. Vegita just stood at the opening in the wall and stared a cold dead stare at his only son.
Trunks looked at his father apprehensively, feeling the cold hard stare bore into him. He then glanced at his mother who was wide eyed with fear. The 13 year old was now aware that this was more then a parental squabble. Something was terribly wrong, and for some reason he is involved somehow.
"Is there something I've done wrong here," asked Trunks? Breaking the silence in the room. Vegita just stood there staring at him. Bulma looked at Trunks, then Vegita, and back to Trunks.
"Nothing is wrong sweetheart," said a nervous Bulma. "Go back to bed."
"Don't jerk me around here," said a now annoyed Trunks. "I know something is up and it's big, because dad has his armor on."
"Its…..Its..," stammered Bulma.
"I am leaving," said Vegita in a cold tone.
"Can I come," asked an eager Trunks?
"No," said Vegita.
"Why not," asked Trunks?
"Because I am not coming back," said Vegita.
This news stunned both Bulma and Trunks. "Did I do something wrong," asked Trunks?
"Yes you did," replied a Vegita coldly. "You have robbed me of something that has been apart of me my whole life."
"Daddy," screamed Trunks. He leapt over and grabbed Vegita's arm. "I am sorry for what I did, please don't leave me and mom. I can help you get what you lost back. Please we can go on another adventure."
Vegita looked down at his son. The kid was teary eyed and trembling. Vegita shook off Trunks and turned towards the hole. "Beat it you little brat," was all he said.
Trunks grabbed Vegita's leg and pleaded with him to stay. This was the last straw for Vegita.
"I SAID ENOUGH THIS," he yelled. With that he transformed into a Super Saiyan. His golden aura flamed up, tossing the unsuspecting Trunks across the room and out the doorway. He turned and faced the direction where Trunks flew. "YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME ANYMORE. YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO ME, AND EVERYTHING THAT I HOLD DEAR. I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN. IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN I WILL KILL YOU, DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU ABOMINATION."
Vegita quickly turned around and stepped onto the ledge. Bulma sensing that she was about to loose him finally snapped out of her daze and turned towards Vegita. "VEGITA, NO," she screamed. She dove to grab onto her husband, but he blasted off into the air and all that was left of him was a trail of golden light.
Bulma hit the ground on the ledge hard. She pulled herself up, tears running down her face. He was gone.
She looked at her hands. They were all covered in blood, it was from the glass of the mirror that had shattered. It had cut her hands up; she just stood there and looked at it. The blood on her hands had destroyed the man that she loved. It had driven him away from her. Leaving her alone with Trunks, the person that Vegita had once regarded as a hero. Was now nothing more then a piece of trash to be tossed aside
Trunks came up beside Bulma, and placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him with tears. He looked back at her in the same way.
"Oh Trunks, I am sorry," cried Bulma. She grabbed him and hugged him. He looked out to where his father had been, thinking of the last words that he had said to him before he left too never return to him.
I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN. IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN I WILL KILL YOU, DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU ABOMINATION.
The rain continued to fall as tears ran down both their faces.
The Mirror
An hour passed, and Vegita did not move from his stance. The shock of all that his father said to him had started sink in.
He was now an outcast from both his homes, an alien to the humans and an exile to the saiyans.
"Have I lost my way," whispered Vegita? "Has being on earth made me forget who I originally was, or where I have come from?"
Vegita raised his head and looked into the mirror. The image that looked back at him was the face that had been full of pride and honor. The face that had taken many thousands of generations of Saiyan rulers to mold and shape into the perfect warrior was gone. Now it was just a face.
"My pride. The one thing that has kept me alive all my life, the only thing that helped me survive my servitude with Freiza is gone," said Vegita "Taken, by my own father. This is a punishment worse then death itself."
Vegita just stood there and stared in silence for a while. The only sound heard were the sound of raindrops falling against the outside of the house.
There was a quiet knock at the door.
"Vegita are you okay," asked a Bulma in a nervous voice.
"I said I was fine women," said Vegita. He did not yell at her this time.
"Vegita, I am your wife and I can help you. Please just unlock the door, I want to talk to you about your father," said a now more stronger willed Bulma.
Vegita unlocked the door and Bulma now stepped into the bathroom. She had her hair down, and a light green robe on, Vegita turned back to the mirror. He just stared at his face, a cold unblinking stare.
Bulma walked over and put an arm around him.
"Vegita, what happened in your dream," asked Bulma. Her tone was so calm and soothing. Vegita had rarely seen this side of her.
"It's nothing," said Vegita.
"Come on Vegita, we've been together for years. I know when something is really bothering you. You haven't been this distraught since the day Goku died at the Cell Games," said Bulma. "This has something to do about your father."
"It's none of your concern," replied Vegita.
"You know what, in all the years we have been together you have barely mentioned anything about your family. All I know is that all your family is named Vegita," chuckled Bulma. "I mean how hard is it to call someone in your house and they all show up."
"That is not funny," said a now angry Vegita. "The name Vegita is a given name too all Kings and Princes in the royal family. It's the highest honor to be called Vegita."
"Ok then your father…" said Bulma
"You don't get it," said Vegita cutting her off. "You will never understand what I am going through this is something you humans cannot grasp."
"So just because I am not a Saiyan I would not understand. Come on tell me, even though I am not a saiyan I may help with what's bugging you" replied Bulma.
"I can't tell you what's wrong," said Vegita. "It will just make things worse if you get involved."
"Vegita, I am involved whether you like it or not. Now tell me what's wrong," pleaded Bulma.
Vegita turned his head and faced her. "You are what's wrong," said Vegita quietly.
"Me, what have I done," said a stunned Bulma.
"Its not what you did it's who you are. You are human," said Vegita.
"So is that suppose to mean anything," said Bulma.
"Yes it does," said Vegita. "It means I am a disgrace to my Saiyan name."
"What," screamed Bulma. "How has me being human somehow disgraced you."
"It has," said Vegita. "You see, the royal bloodline is the symbol of strength and purity of spirit in my culture. To taint that bloodline is like slapping every Saiyan to ever exist in the face. I have tainted this bloodline with yours, I have bred an offspring with this taint, and now I am being punished for this disgrace."
"You are being punished, how," asked Bulma? "Did they take a way your powers?"
"No its much worse then that," said Vegita. "They took away my pride, my title, and my honor."
"Who is doing this to you," said Bulma?
"All the saiyans that have ever existed, but my father was the one who told me this," said Vegita. He put his head down and breathed.
"Vegita don't worry," said Bulma. She hugged him and whispered in his ear. "You will be fine, don't worry. You are still here on earth, you have a family."
Vegita pushed Bulma away from him, and pinned her against the wall. "DON"T YOU GET IT. WITHOUT MY PRIDE AND MY HONOR I AM NOTHING," screamed Vegita. "YOU AND TRUNKS HAVE MADE ME AN OUTCAST EVERYWHERE. I HAVE NO HOME ANYMORE." In his rage his energy level spiked causing the mirror to shatter behind him. Vegita looked at the twisted image of himself then he turned back to Bulma.
They stood there in silence, the only sound after that was the thundering rain outside.
Finally Bulma, with tears running down her cheeks, got the courage to utter something. "Vegita..I..I," stammered Bulma.
"You're sorry," said Vegita. "You're sorry that you're husband has lost everything that he holds dear because of his family. You're sorry that you are the main reason that I have been disgraced by my family and my race. You're sorry that our son is the constant reminder of this disgrace that I will suffer for the rest of my life."
Vegita released Bulma and turned away from her. He looked at the shattered mirror. The image boring into his soul, cutting every bit of humanity that he had created on this earth. He stared at the image with pure hatred for what has been happening to him, and then suddenly something finally clicked in the back of his mind.
"I can't do this anymore," whispered Vegita With that said Vegita powered up his ki and blasted the mirror into a thousands shards, and put a hole in the side of the building. "I…I have to leave this place. Maybe if I get away from here and find my true saiyan self then maybe I will earn my pride back."
Vegita ran out of the bathroom. He went down the hallway to the other end of the building. He keyed the keypad and opened the door. There in that room was all of Vegita's private mementoes. His scouter, a part of his space pod, Android 19's head his trophy after their battle so long ago, and there at the center of the room was what he had come for. His last and final link to the past, his Saiyan armor that he battled Freiza with. He had repaired it after his return to earth and he used it in the battles with the Androids. He had discarded after that fight as he called it a useless deadweight. Now it was the most important thing to him.
He quickly changed into a black jumpsuit and put on the armor
"Vegita," yelled Bulma as she caught up to him. "Why are you doing this, come back to bed we can talk about this." Bulma's eyes were teary and here face was stricken with fear.
"Leave me alone, I know what I am doing," said a now determined Vegita.
He walked back to the bathroom to where he put the hole in the way. Bulma was thankful that the hole was only the size of the room and not the whole house.
"What's going on" said a voice outside the doorway?
Vegita turned and too see his son. The person that would forever symbolize his fall from grace. The person who had caused all the other Saiyans in the universe to turn there backs on him and abandon him. Vegita just stood at the opening in the wall and stared a cold dead stare at his only son.
Trunks looked at his father apprehensively, feeling the cold hard stare bore into him. He then glanced at his mother who was wide eyed with fear. The 13 year old was now aware that this was more then a parental squabble. Something was terribly wrong, and for some reason he is involved somehow.
"Is there something I've done wrong here," asked Trunks? Breaking the silence in the room. Vegita just stood there staring at him. Bulma looked at Trunks, then Vegita, and back to Trunks.
"Nothing is wrong sweetheart," said a nervous Bulma. "Go back to bed."
"Don't jerk me around here," said a now annoyed Trunks. "I know something is up and it's big, because dad has his armor on."
"Its…..Its..," stammered Bulma.
"I am leaving," said Vegita in a cold tone.
"Can I come," asked an eager Trunks?
"No," said Vegita.
"Why not," asked Trunks?
"Because I am not coming back," said Vegita.
This news stunned both Bulma and Trunks. "Did I do something wrong," asked Trunks?
"Yes you did," replied a Vegita coldly. "You have robbed me of something that has been apart of me my whole life."
"Daddy," screamed Trunks. He leapt over and grabbed Vegita's arm. "I am sorry for what I did, please don't leave me and mom. I can help you get what you lost back. Please we can go on another adventure."
Vegita looked down at his son. The kid was teary eyed and trembling. Vegita shook off Trunks and turned towards the hole. "Beat it you little brat," was all he said.
Trunks grabbed Vegita's leg and pleaded with him to stay. This was the last straw for Vegita.
"I SAID ENOUGH THIS," he yelled. With that he transformed into a Super Saiyan. His golden aura flamed up, tossing the unsuspecting Trunks across the room and out the doorway. He turned and faced the direction where Trunks flew. "YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME ANYMORE. YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO ME, AND EVERYTHING THAT I HOLD DEAR. I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN. IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN I WILL KILL YOU, DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU ABOMINATION."
Vegita quickly turned around and stepped onto the ledge. Bulma sensing that she was about to loose him finally snapped out of her daze and turned towards Vegita. "VEGITA, NO," she screamed. She dove to grab onto her husband, but he blasted off into the air and all that was left of him was a trail of golden light.
Bulma hit the ground on the ledge hard. She pulled herself up, tears running down her face. He was gone.
She looked at her hands. They were all covered in blood, it was from the glass of the mirror that had shattered. It had cut her hands up; she just stood there and looked at it. The blood on her hands had destroyed the man that she loved. It had driven him away from her. Leaving her alone with Trunks, the person that Vegita had once regarded as a hero. Was now nothing more then a piece of trash to be tossed aside
Trunks came up beside Bulma, and placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him with tears. He looked back at her in the same way.
"Oh Trunks, I am sorry," cried Bulma. She grabbed him and hugged him. He looked out to where his father had been, thinking of the last words that he had said to him before he left too never return to him.
I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN. IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN I WILL KILL YOU, DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU ABOMINATION.
The rain continued to fall as tears ran down both their faces.