She sa monoree sabade - You are mine forever
(This new name is brought to you courtesy of Devlin Burke... Erm... I mean thanks for the japanese, Dev!)
I decided to dedicate this story to Devlin. Without her, it wouldn't exist. Plus, she let me borrow her! (...I mean the character she invented representing herself. Will come up in the next chappie or the one after.)
Chapter 5 : Let go
Vegeta wasn't going to power down. He was still at SSJ3, careful not to damage the ship, and wondering how long he could keep it up. But he knew that if he dropped out of it, his weak ("emotional") side would gain control of him, and Kakarotto could appear anytime. He was determined not to let that low-class baka see him break down.
On Earth, Bra was slowly sitting up. Breathing a sigh of relief, Goku said "I'm gonna check on Vegeta. He must really be out of his mind, attacking his own daughter."
"No." Bra's tiny voice was firm.
"Huh?" Goku's confusion was written on his face.
"Don't go. Dad'll be fine if we just leave him alone. What do you think he left Earth for?" There was a finality in the six-years-old's voice that amzed Goku. And where did she know from that Vegeta had gone off to space? The spaceship wasn't yet far enough away from Earth to make out a difference to flying. "Gone to space? What do you mean, gone to space!?" Krillin inquired. Goku paid him no heed.
"Trust her," Trunks reassured him, "she knows father better than anyone of us. Even better than Mom." At the mention of Bulma, tears began once again to well up in his eyes. Bra hugged him tightly.
Somehow, out of nowhere, Vegeta knew Kakarotto wouldn't be coming. He knew as well that it was OK if he stayed in space for some time, that they would understand. Somehow he wasn't worrying about Bra, but about Trunks. He hoped his son wouldn't think he was abandoning them. "Hmph. baka brat needs to grow up. Spends too much time with the second brat of that King Of All Bakas", he thought. Fact was, he suspected where that knowlege came from. That beam he had shot at Trunks hadn't been a normal beam. He had put in that beam everything he knew he would never teach him. He couldn't let him stay ignorant just because of his lack of "communication ability" - or whatever it was called. It was the Saiyan way to teach or to communicate much-needed experience without having to talk for hours - time you don't have before a battle, and for Saiyans, any time is before a battle. But had Bra been ready for that knowledge? But then, she was his daughter, a saiyan princess. A member of the royal house of Vejita-sei had to be ready anytime.
With his power fading, rational thoughts became more difficult, and he decided to let go. Within seconds he was on his bed, hugging his pillow tightly and howling into its fluffy warmth. "What a situation for the prince of all Saiyans" he thought. But he didn't care. It felt good to finally cry out all the grief he had always pushed away. Bra sent him a mental hug. "Take care of Trunks," he sent back.