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Author's Note: ... And just a forewarning, this is NOT a happy fanfic. I
mean, talk about depression, and murder. I also like to warn you that
well, I like lots of gore. I like detailed graphics so if you have a weak
stomach.please do not read this. Thankya.btw, this is my first Dragonball
z fanfic, and my first I-am-going-to-kill-everyone-because-I'm-unhappy-and-
evil-and-I-want-them-all-to-suffer kind of thing, so please have mercy.
And if you don't like this, if you're a happy-go-lucky person, I'll find
out where you live and slit open your gut and drop you and your intestines
from a 7-story building!! Just kidding. So, yatta, yatta, yatta, yatta! On
with the show!
His breath came in quick and sharp. Sweat was dripping from every limb. Every bone in his body ached, screaming to rest. But the adrenaline was boiling under his skin. Making him push himself over the limit. Gaining power one could only dream of. And what drove him on? Rage. Resentment. Hurt. Hatred.
He finally collapsed unable to move any further. His thoughts and feelings came rushing as soon as he fell. He despised emotions. To him, they were weak, human. He growled in frustration. He didn't want to think. Not about his past, his feelings, or his life. Everything was a wreck. He was not supposed to live this way. He was a prince. The prince of all sayijins to be exact. He began to laugh at the irony of it. It was not a laugh full of joy. It was hollow. Filled with the agony he lived with all his life. He laughed because he was beaten. He wasn't a prince anymore. Kakarrot had seen to that.
The kind, caring Kakarrot. A third-class baka had beaten him. Had surpassed him in strength, in power. Kakarrot had it so easy. The prince scowled. He was always going to be beaten down. Even when he was a child it was the same story. It seemed when he thought he was the strongest; he was always proven wrong. There was always someone else stronger and more powerful. First it was Frieza, then Ginyu, Cell, Buu, the list was endless. The prince was not weak. He was far from it. The prince was now stronger than all of his foes, had surpassed them all. Except for one. Kakarrot. It was always and will always be Kakarrot. Just when he thought he had finally caught up with the baka, the damn idiot fooled him. Power came so easily toward Kakarrot. The prince would always be second best. Even Kakarrot's brat was once stronger than he was. To think of it would put him in a state of blinding rage. He would train for days and nights pushing himself over his limits. He knew he could be as powerful as Kakarrot. He could feel it inside himself. He just couldn't bring that power out. He couldn't understand how Kakarrot did it. He wasn't royal, he was a low class clown. The prince was an elite. Always had been. He was the only royal left, and he saw fit to live that way.
The prince had a human wife and children. So he wasn't exactly alone. They were there to train with or eat with. But they would never understand what he felt. He had nothing, had no one. All the prince had was his hatred and his strength. And those he relied on to keep himself going. Always reminding himself that he would not die, not give up until he had finally beaten Kakarrot once and for all. No on else knew this of course. Everyone thought that he had put his past and his thirst for revenge behind him. He smiled. He even acted that way somewhat. He still showed his aggression and attitude toward everyone. But that was expected of him.
"Vegeta! Dinner!"
The prince glared. That woman was so annoying. Everyone was so vexingly happy, it made him sick. He would like to see Kakarrot and all his little friends suffer, suffer what Vegeta had. To feel the shame of being struck down time and time again. Feeling weak and helpless.
Vegeta stretched his muscles out to help relieve the soreness. He stood up quickly and headed out of the gravity room towards his bedroom. He stripped himself of his clothing and stepped in the shower. Glad of the ice cold water spraying down on him.
Vegeta sighed. He hated earth. Never thought he would end up stranded here with his number one rival. And what was worse was that he could do nothing to change that. Vegeta had even started liking the planet. It shocked him beyond any comprehension. It was as if someone else had possessed his body. And Vegeta woke up to find that he had actually settled down and getting quite fond of this mudball of a planet. He was surprised, very surprised. His life was quiet and tranquil. And he hated it. The peace and quiet drove him insane. It let him think. It pushed him over the edge.
The prince was not used to this. He didn't want to be. He wanted action, adventure. He needed it. He craved it. He even craved the pain. And now there was nothing but training and sparring with Kakarrot. He was actually bored. Vegeta turned the water off and climbed out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and began to dry himself off. Soon the prince found himself looking at his reflection in the mirror.
He had hair the color of dark shadows. If you looked close enough you could see auburn streaks lining his hair. It was long and spiked. He had toned muscles and very tan skin. His eyes were deep pools of ebony. Vegeta wasn't a very big man. In fact, he wasn't big at all. Most men he met were much taller than he was. He was very petite, but he was one of the strongest men in the universe.
Vegeta wasn't a young man. But he looked it. He was over fifty, and still seemed as if he was twenty. He was always getting passes from younger women.and men. Vegeta would always scowl and turn the other way. Humans were fools anyone could see that. Vegeta did. He took joy in teasing them in front of Kakarrot. Kakarrot was not human, though. He was a full- blooded sayijin. Like Vegeta. Only he was of a lower class. But when Kakarrot was a young boy he was sent from Vegetasei to earth to destroy every living inhabitant. But things went haywire and Kakarrot lost his memory. So he grew up as an earthling. He even had an earth name, Goku.
Vegeta snarled angrily. He turned from the mirror abruptly and changed into some clean clothes.
"Vegeta! Get down here!"
"Dammit, I'm coming onna!"
There was silence. Vegeta's eyes darkened, if that was even possible. He hated his life. It was like fate was out to destroy him, toying with him. If he had been stronger this would have never happened. He would still be super elite. He would still be the best. The universe would still tremble at the sound of his name. But it was no more. He was no more.
The prince sauntered down to the kitchen where the woman was making a grand feast. Vegeta felt his familiar smirk slide into place.
"What, is this onna?"
The woman turned around and gave an exasperated sigh.
"Vegeta! My name isn't onna, it's Bulma! And I invited the whole gang for, I don't know, a party, but I told you that a week ago." Vegeta lifted a perfectly sculpted brow but said nothing. The prince groaned inwardly. Kami, how much he hated these pathetic fools!
"Well, onna, I will not being joining this.party. Goodnight."
Vegeta turned to leave when Bulma grabbed his arm. The small sayaijin whipped his head around to face her. She immediately let go, fear creeping into her blue eyes. Pleasure surged through him. He could smell the fear that radiated from her frail body. Vegeta looked at her and snorted. Kami, he didn't know how much more of this "lifestyle" he could take.
The prince climbed the stairs and went to stand on the balcony of his room. The moon was out, glowing an eerie light on the city. He had wished it back with the dragonballs. Now, at least, he had something similar to his heritage. It was something that reminded him of what his destiny was. He could have been great. Now, all he wanted to do was kill Kakarrot. The larger sayaijin was in every thought of everyday. There wasn't a moment where he wasn't in it. Vegeta was obsessed. He was determined to finally become what fate wouldn't allow him to be. * * * The breeze danced around Goku's face, lashing his wild hair about. He was late. REALLY late. He hadn't meant to be, it just happened. He was out training. He had been doing that a lot more those days. He should have been spending time with his family, but he just wasn't in the mood to hear Chi Chi complain about Kami knows what. He wanted to fight. But the only other person as powerful as he was didn't want to come in a 10-foot radius of him. Vegeta. Goku sighed. He really did miss sparring with the arrogant prince.
Goku landed softly on the Capsule Corp. lawn. With his keen sense of hearing he could hear laughter and music drifting from the large living room. Goku walked slowly toward the door trying to stall the inevitable. Before he even raised his hand to knock on the door it flew open with such vigor Goku had to step back. Krillin stared back at him with a broad smile on his face.
"Goku!"
"Hey Krillin! Long time no see!"
"I know! Come in, come in!" Krillin opened the door wider to let the large sayijin in. Goku stepped in and was immediately surrounded by his friends. Goku smiled, it may not be so bad. He took a look around and saw Bulma, Trunks, Piccolo, Yamcha, Oolong, Pilar, Master Roshi, Videl, Ox King, Hercule, Bulma's parents, Tien, Choatzou, Eighteen, Marron, and of course the Sons. The sayaijin hadn't seen quite a few of his friends in a long while. Suddenly Goku's spirit lifted a bit. Maybe he would enjoy tonight.
"Hey, guys!" Goku put on his goofy smile.
"Kamisama Goku! I haven't seen you in forever!" Yamcha exclaimed.
Goku laughed. He was going to enjoy this party.
"Well, lets not just stand in the hallway! Let's get back to the part-ay!" Trunks said exuberantly. Bulma shook her head, but followed her son to the bonus room. The rest followed soon after.
***
Goku hadn't laughed this hard since the last time the gang had gotten together. He groaned a bit trying to relieve his hurting sides. Goku was surprised he was actually having fun, but something was out of place, but he couldn't quite figure it out. It probably had to do with the quantity of alcohol he had consumed. He shrugged it off.
"And then there was this one time when Trunks was about two or three and Vegeta was attempting to hold him, but ended up upsetting Trunks. It was so funny! Trunks threw up his lunch all over Vegeta! I don't think I have ever seen Vegeta so stunned and disgusted in my life!" Bulma said, amusement could be heard on every syllable that left her lips. The gang erupted into laughter.
Goku wondered if Vegeta was laughing it off too. He doubted it. The prince was probably debating silently if he should blast them all into another dimension or just blasting Bulma. Wait! That was it! Vegeta wasn't there. He wasn't there in the first place. How could Goku not have noticed it? Goku felt for Vegeta's ki. He was still in the house. Obviously, the prince thought himself to good for the gang or he just didn't think he was part of the group.
"Hey.Bulma?"
"Yeah?" Bulma was having trouble breathing from all the chuckling she was trying to stifle.
"Where is Vegeta?"
"Goku! He hasn't been with us for the whole evening! Are you telling me you just noticed he was gone?"
"Well.yes."
"HA! Goku, Vegeta is upstairs. He didn't want join our little get together. He is probably training. It's all he ever does." Bulma continued on. Goku didn't hear the rest of what she said. He got up from where he was sitting and headed for the stairs.
"Goku, where do you think you are going?" Chi Chi demanded. She had her hands on her slim waist. Goku was getting very irritated. Maybe, it was the vodka speaking, but Goku was sick of her large mouth.
"Um, Chi Chi.I am going up the stairs. See?" Goku replied with sarcasm. He put one foot on the first step as if to indicate this to a 2 yr. old. Chi Chi scowled while the others looked on with a stunned silence. Well, except for Trunks, who thought this was extremely funny. No one had ever heard Goku talk like that to Chi Chi.
"Goku! Don't be such a smart ass!"
The group gasped. Goku ignored the comment and continued his way up the stairs. He was still faintly aware of Chi Chi screaming all kinds of obscenities. He followed Vegeta's detected ki to where the prince was. It was within the smaller sayijin's bedroom. Goku listened carefully to see if the prince was asleep or doing something in particular. He heard nothing.
He cracked the door open very slowly. He stuck his head in and could not see Vegeta anywhere. Goku couldn't think of where Vegeta could be. He should be in this room. A gust of wind tickled Goku's hair. He whipped his head in the direction of the wind. A balcony. There was a balcony. A strange light rippled across the room making everything look as if it was glowing. It was the moon. Goku made his way across the extremely neat room and walked to the doors of the balcony. The sayijin could see a silhouetted form leaning against the cool steel of the rail. He stepped forward and the small form slowly turned to face him.
*** The prince could not believe the audacity of that low class baka. How dare he trespass into his room, his balcony! Vegeta turned slowly trying to keep his rage in check. He wasn't doing a very good job.
"What.do you want Kakarrot?" Vegeta snarled.
Kakarrot's face went from that ridiculous grin of his to a startled and hurt expression.
"I.uh.noticed that you weren't downstairs with the rest of us and I came to see if you were ok." Vegeta snorted. Kakarrot gave a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his head. What an annoying habit it was, especially for a sayijin.
"What do you think ass? I am in perfect health and more than ready to kick your ass, as you can see," the prince snapped harshly.
Kakarrot laughed again. This time it was a genuine, happy laugh. What was he laughing about? Vegeta saw nothing funny about this situation. As far as he was concerned, he had the right to kill Kakarrot right there, right at that exact moment.
"What are you laughing at fool?"
"Well, actually, I was laughing because we haven't sparred in awhile and now you say you are more than ready to kick my butt. I think that implies you've been wanting a spar."
"I most certainly do not. I don't need your help with my training. I will not fight you unless I am sure I will win," the smaller sayijin retorted.
Kakarrot gave an exasperated sigh. "Vegeta! A spar isn't a frigging battle! It's just practice! It doesn't matter who wins or loses!"
Vegeta lifted a brow. Was he actually talking to Kakarrot? It didn't seem possible. The larger sayijin seemed almost agitated. He wasn't himself. The prince took a step closer to Kakarrot who looked at him suspiciously. Vegeta cursed silently. Why? Why did this have to happen to him?
"Kakarrot. Have you been feeling.different lately?"
"Vegeta, stop changing the subje-"
"Just answer the question clown!"
"Ok, ok. Actually, now that you mention it, yes I did. I still do. I just blew up at Chi Chi a few minutes ago," Kakarrot replied slowly, shooting weird looks Vegeta's way. The prince ignored them.
Vegeta gave a chuckle. Kakarrot looked down at him in surprise. Vegeta had a gleam of amusement in his onyx eyes. Kakarrot's eyes widened. Vegeta stepped closer. So, it was true. Vegeta could smell alcohol off the sayijin's body. Liquor is not what Kakarrot needed right now. It was just speeding up the process.
"Vegeta?"
"Hn."
"Um, why are you looking at me that way?"
"Kakarrot."
"What?"
"Have you looked in the mirror lately?"
"Uh.yes, Vegeta. Why?"
"You obviously haven't looked close enough baka or you would know."
"Know what?"
The price growled. Kakarrot stepped back. Vegeta shoved past the baffled sayijin and began to saunter to the other side of his room.
"Follow me."
"Ok, Vegeta."
Kakarrot followed the prince into his bathroom.
"Now, look in the mirror Kakarrot."
"Why? What's the point of this? You are acting really strange Vege-" "JUST DO IT!"
Kakarrot jumped. Vegeta was losing his patience. Kami, why couldn't Kakarrot just do as he was told? Vegeta glanced at the younger sayijin who was now peering at his reflection with wide eyes. Good, he's noticed. ***
Vegeta was acting strange. Goku didn't know what to make of it. The prince was usually a total ass, but now, not only was he acting like an ass he was doing it in a most bizarre way. Goku heard a slight growl behind him before he quickly averted his eyes to the mirror. The large sayijin's eyes grew wide as he stared at his reflection.
Behind him, Vegeta's scowl was replaced with his infamous smirk. Goku turned back toward his reflection. His eyes. It was his eyes. Everything else appeared normal. His daft raven hair, his tall sculpted form, it was all normal. But his usually obsidian eyes were no longer obsidian. Instead, if he looked close enough he could see a vague golden ring around his pupils.
Goku turned and looked at Vegeta. The prince knew; he had seen it. Was this the reason why he had taken on a more aggressive nature? Did this have to do with being a sayijin?
"Kakarrot."
"Vegeta? What's going on?"
"Baka."
"Vegeta! Tell me now! I don't know what's going on and I wanna know what I can do to make these, these rings go away!"
"Fool, you can't do anything to stop it. It's only going to get worse by the hour. You are too clueless to know that you have been slowly morphing a little more than three days. Tonight is the last stage. And it will be far more painful than these little rings."
"Vegeta.you have the rings too."
"Of course I do, baka. I'm a sayijin as well."
"Vegeta.what is all of this and why is it happening?"
"Kakarrot, haven't you listened to anything I have said? It is occurring because we are full-blooded sayijins. It's happened throughout our lives, though I don't expect you to remember it. It happens because it's our nature, it's in our blood."
"I.ok. What am I supposed to do now?"
" Kamisama, shut up, you low -class clown! Stop asking questions in which obvious answers are needed! Use what little brains you have and figure it out yourself! Or maybe it's too much work to sit there and figure it out. You are so worthless, Kakarrot! You would be dead right now if you didn't have the rest of the Z-senshi to watch your pathetic back! You aren't even worthy enough to be the specks of mud on my shoes. Go crawl back into that hellhole you came from and leave my room!"
Goku was dumbfounded. Vegeta was enraged. The look that the prince shot at Goku should have fried him on the spot. The older sayijin was overreacting but from what the small sayijin had told Goku, he wasn't acting like himself. Without warning Vegeta attacked with full force. Goku hit the bathroom wall with such vigor he couldn't see straight for a couple of seconds. Obviously, those couple of seconds was a little too long because as soon as he hit the floor Vegeta's fists came flying with unbelievable intensity.
Goku did his best to block off the rampage, but he was caught off-guard by Vegeta's onslaught. Goku slammed into the opposite wall, but this time wasted no time fighting back with adequate potency. The large sayijin was beginning to seethe with animosity. Vegeta needed to learn to control his temper. He couldn't just walk into his life and tell him what to do or what he's worth. Vegeta had no right to attack him like this. The prince's mind was clouded with such arrogance and such egotism that it was almost impossible to like him. The older sayijin thought he was higher and mightier than the rest of us weaklings because he was a prince. He was a super elite. He had royalty burning his blood, so what? Goku bared his teeth. It was time Vegeta got a taste of his own medicine. Soon, all Goku could see was an electrifying red which blocked everything else out. ***
Vegeta kicked Kakarrot with such inconceivable force it even astounded the prince himself. The small sayijin didn't hesitate when Kakarrot hit the floor. He attacked again without remission. Kakarrot might have given a warrior time to arise and compose himself. Not Vegeta. He would take advantage when his rival was subdued. It was in his blood to use what chances he had to take the warrior down. And it would be no different in this battle. The prince would eliminate Kakarrot. He would do it and he would do it now.
Kakarrot blocked Vegeta's next hit and came back with his own assault. The prince faltered a bit when Kakarrot stood and threw all his power into his fists. The older sayijin did not expect this from Kakarrot. It wasn't like him. Vegeta uttered a feral growl before he was smacked into his bedroom. He skidded across the floor and landed against a wall with a blast. The prince could taste the sweet metallic flavor of blood oozing from a wound on his head. He could hear Kakarrot's labored breathing as he sought to control the fury that rippled through his massive frame.
"Vegeta.it is time you learned your lesson," Kakarrot said with a guttural voice. The prince's eyes widened a bit before he quickly composed himself and slid his smirk in place.
"Is that so, Kakarrot?" Vegeta retorted with as much contempt as he could muster. Kakarrot slinked toward the weaker sayijin. Vegeta gritted his teeth. Kakarrot had again bested him. Is this how he was going to live his life? Was he going to be second-rate for the rest of his accursed life? The small sayijin began to pick himself up when Kakarrot slammed him back against the wall. The prince snarled menacingly. The younger sayijin completely ignored his warning.
"Vegeta.."
The prince looked alarmed. This was Kakarrot speaking, the third class sayijin. It seemed the moon had awakened the gentle man's brutal nature and "Goku" could not stop it from progressing. No sayijin could stop what was embedded in his soul, not even the mighty Kakarrot. The larger sayaijin pinned the prince firmly against the wall and brought his face so close that their noses were touching. Vegeta struggled to keep down a gasp that threatened to escape his throat. Kakarrot's eyes were now completely golden except for a dark red outlining his pupil. Vegeta struggled with Kakarrot, trying to free himself of the tight hold that was upon him. His efforts were to no avail.
"Kakarrot! Get your filthy hands off of me, or I swear I will-"
"What Vegeta? You'll do what? Kill me? Blast me into another dimension? Vegeta, you know as well as I do that I am far more powerful and could eradicate your weak self in a matter of seconds," Kakarrot spat bluntly. Vegeta could not believe his ears. Why was Kakarrot being so cruel? The prince growl ferociously. He swung his fists blindly at Kakarrot unable to see in front him because of a bright white light was all he could see.
Kakarrot easily blocked the punches. He grabbed Vegeta's fists and held them to the smaller sayijins chest. Kakarrot wore a deranged smile on his full lips. Vegeta began to grow wary of the other sayijin's actions. For all he knew Kakarrot would kill him and make it look like an accident. It wasn't like the others would doubt him. They trust him without a fault. What pathetic beings the z-senshi are. They could care less if the prince died. They would probably commemorate his death. But then again, Kakarrot was acting on impulse. He wasn't thinking clear and if he killed him he would do it right now without hesitation. Vegeta looked closely at his captor's face. Kakarrot's eyes began to go cloudy as he glared almost hungrily at the smaller sayijin.
***
His breath came in quick and sharp. Sweat was dripping from every limb. Every bone in his body ached, screaming to rest. But the adrenaline was boiling under his skin. Making him push himself over the limit. Gaining power one could only dream of. And what drove him on? Rage. Resentment. Hurt. Hatred.
He finally collapsed unable to move any further. His thoughts and feelings came rushing as soon as he fell. He despised emotions. To him, they were weak, human. He growled in frustration. He didn't want to think. Not about his past, his feelings, or his life. Everything was a wreck. He was not supposed to live this way. He was a prince. The prince of all sayijins to be exact. He began to laugh at the irony of it. It was not a laugh full of joy. It was hollow. Filled with the agony he lived with all his life. He laughed because he was beaten. He wasn't a prince anymore. Kakarrot had seen to that.
The kind, caring Kakarrot. A third-class baka had beaten him. Had surpassed him in strength, in power. Kakarrot had it so easy. The prince scowled. He was always going to be beaten down. Even when he was a child it was the same story. It seemed when he thought he was the strongest; he was always proven wrong. There was always someone else stronger and more powerful. First it was Frieza, then Ginyu, Cell, Buu, the list was endless. The prince was not weak. He was far from it. The prince was now stronger than all of his foes, had surpassed them all. Except for one. Kakarrot. It was always and will always be Kakarrot. Just when he thought he had finally caught up with the baka, the damn idiot fooled him. Power came so easily toward Kakarrot. The prince would always be second best. Even Kakarrot's brat was once stronger than he was. To think of it would put him in a state of blinding rage. He would train for days and nights pushing himself over his limits. He knew he could be as powerful as Kakarrot. He could feel it inside himself. He just couldn't bring that power out. He couldn't understand how Kakarrot did it. He wasn't royal, he was a low class clown. The prince was an elite. Always had been. He was the only royal left, and he saw fit to live that way.
The prince had a human wife and children. So he wasn't exactly alone. They were there to train with or eat with. But they would never understand what he felt. He had nothing, had no one. All the prince had was his hatred and his strength. And those he relied on to keep himself going. Always reminding himself that he would not die, not give up until he had finally beaten Kakarrot once and for all. No on else knew this of course. Everyone thought that he had put his past and his thirst for revenge behind him. He smiled. He even acted that way somewhat. He still showed his aggression and attitude toward everyone. But that was expected of him.
"Vegeta! Dinner!"
The prince glared. That woman was so annoying. Everyone was so vexingly happy, it made him sick. He would like to see Kakarrot and all his little friends suffer, suffer what Vegeta had. To feel the shame of being struck down time and time again. Feeling weak and helpless.
Vegeta stretched his muscles out to help relieve the soreness. He stood up quickly and headed out of the gravity room towards his bedroom. He stripped himself of his clothing and stepped in the shower. Glad of the ice cold water spraying down on him.
Vegeta sighed. He hated earth. Never thought he would end up stranded here with his number one rival. And what was worse was that he could do nothing to change that. Vegeta had even started liking the planet. It shocked him beyond any comprehension. It was as if someone else had possessed his body. And Vegeta woke up to find that he had actually settled down and getting quite fond of this mudball of a planet. He was surprised, very surprised. His life was quiet and tranquil. And he hated it. The peace and quiet drove him insane. It let him think. It pushed him over the edge.
The prince was not used to this. He didn't want to be. He wanted action, adventure. He needed it. He craved it. He even craved the pain. And now there was nothing but training and sparring with Kakarrot. He was actually bored. Vegeta turned the water off and climbed out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and began to dry himself off. Soon the prince found himself looking at his reflection in the mirror.
He had hair the color of dark shadows. If you looked close enough you could see auburn streaks lining his hair. It was long and spiked. He had toned muscles and very tan skin. His eyes were deep pools of ebony. Vegeta wasn't a very big man. In fact, he wasn't big at all. Most men he met were much taller than he was. He was very petite, but he was one of the strongest men in the universe.
Vegeta wasn't a young man. But he looked it. He was over fifty, and still seemed as if he was twenty. He was always getting passes from younger women.and men. Vegeta would always scowl and turn the other way. Humans were fools anyone could see that. Vegeta did. He took joy in teasing them in front of Kakarrot. Kakarrot was not human, though. He was a full- blooded sayijin. Like Vegeta. Only he was of a lower class. But when Kakarrot was a young boy he was sent from Vegetasei to earth to destroy every living inhabitant. But things went haywire and Kakarrot lost his memory. So he grew up as an earthling. He even had an earth name, Goku.
Vegeta snarled angrily. He turned from the mirror abruptly and changed into some clean clothes.
"Vegeta! Get down here!"
"Dammit, I'm coming onna!"
There was silence. Vegeta's eyes darkened, if that was even possible. He hated his life. It was like fate was out to destroy him, toying with him. If he had been stronger this would have never happened. He would still be super elite. He would still be the best. The universe would still tremble at the sound of his name. But it was no more. He was no more.
The prince sauntered down to the kitchen where the woman was making a grand feast. Vegeta felt his familiar smirk slide into place.
"What, is this onna?"
The woman turned around and gave an exasperated sigh.
"Vegeta! My name isn't onna, it's Bulma! And I invited the whole gang for, I don't know, a party, but I told you that a week ago." Vegeta lifted a perfectly sculpted brow but said nothing. The prince groaned inwardly. Kami, how much he hated these pathetic fools!
"Well, onna, I will not being joining this.party. Goodnight."
Vegeta turned to leave when Bulma grabbed his arm. The small sayaijin whipped his head around to face her. She immediately let go, fear creeping into her blue eyes. Pleasure surged through him. He could smell the fear that radiated from her frail body. Vegeta looked at her and snorted. Kami, he didn't know how much more of this "lifestyle" he could take.
The prince climbed the stairs and went to stand on the balcony of his room. The moon was out, glowing an eerie light on the city. He had wished it back with the dragonballs. Now, at least, he had something similar to his heritage. It was something that reminded him of what his destiny was. He could have been great. Now, all he wanted to do was kill Kakarrot. The larger sayaijin was in every thought of everyday. There wasn't a moment where he wasn't in it. Vegeta was obsessed. He was determined to finally become what fate wouldn't allow him to be. * * * The breeze danced around Goku's face, lashing his wild hair about. He was late. REALLY late. He hadn't meant to be, it just happened. He was out training. He had been doing that a lot more those days. He should have been spending time with his family, but he just wasn't in the mood to hear Chi Chi complain about Kami knows what. He wanted to fight. But the only other person as powerful as he was didn't want to come in a 10-foot radius of him. Vegeta. Goku sighed. He really did miss sparring with the arrogant prince.
Goku landed softly on the Capsule Corp. lawn. With his keen sense of hearing he could hear laughter and music drifting from the large living room. Goku walked slowly toward the door trying to stall the inevitable. Before he even raised his hand to knock on the door it flew open with such vigor Goku had to step back. Krillin stared back at him with a broad smile on his face.
"Goku!"
"Hey Krillin! Long time no see!"
"I know! Come in, come in!" Krillin opened the door wider to let the large sayijin in. Goku stepped in and was immediately surrounded by his friends. Goku smiled, it may not be so bad. He took a look around and saw Bulma, Trunks, Piccolo, Yamcha, Oolong, Pilar, Master Roshi, Videl, Ox King, Hercule, Bulma's parents, Tien, Choatzou, Eighteen, Marron, and of course the Sons. The sayaijin hadn't seen quite a few of his friends in a long while. Suddenly Goku's spirit lifted a bit. Maybe he would enjoy tonight.
"Hey, guys!" Goku put on his goofy smile.
"Kamisama Goku! I haven't seen you in forever!" Yamcha exclaimed.
Goku laughed. He was going to enjoy this party.
"Well, lets not just stand in the hallway! Let's get back to the part-ay!" Trunks said exuberantly. Bulma shook her head, but followed her son to the bonus room. The rest followed soon after.
***
Goku hadn't laughed this hard since the last time the gang had gotten together. He groaned a bit trying to relieve his hurting sides. Goku was surprised he was actually having fun, but something was out of place, but he couldn't quite figure it out. It probably had to do with the quantity of alcohol he had consumed. He shrugged it off.
"And then there was this one time when Trunks was about two or three and Vegeta was attempting to hold him, but ended up upsetting Trunks. It was so funny! Trunks threw up his lunch all over Vegeta! I don't think I have ever seen Vegeta so stunned and disgusted in my life!" Bulma said, amusement could be heard on every syllable that left her lips. The gang erupted into laughter.
Goku wondered if Vegeta was laughing it off too. He doubted it. The prince was probably debating silently if he should blast them all into another dimension or just blasting Bulma. Wait! That was it! Vegeta wasn't there. He wasn't there in the first place. How could Goku not have noticed it? Goku felt for Vegeta's ki. He was still in the house. Obviously, the prince thought himself to good for the gang or he just didn't think he was part of the group.
"Hey.Bulma?"
"Yeah?" Bulma was having trouble breathing from all the chuckling she was trying to stifle.
"Where is Vegeta?"
"Goku! He hasn't been with us for the whole evening! Are you telling me you just noticed he was gone?"
"Well.yes."
"HA! Goku, Vegeta is upstairs. He didn't want join our little get together. He is probably training. It's all he ever does." Bulma continued on. Goku didn't hear the rest of what she said. He got up from where he was sitting and headed for the stairs.
"Goku, where do you think you are going?" Chi Chi demanded. She had her hands on her slim waist. Goku was getting very irritated. Maybe, it was the vodka speaking, but Goku was sick of her large mouth.
"Um, Chi Chi.I am going up the stairs. See?" Goku replied with sarcasm. He put one foot on the first step as if to indicate this to a 2 yr. old. Chi Chi scowled while the others looked on with a stunned silence. Well, except for Trunks, who thought this was extremely funny. No one had ever heard Goku talk like that to Chi Chi.
"Goku! Don't be such a smart ass!"
The group gasped. Goku ignored the comment and continued his way up the stairs. He was still faintly aware of Chi Chi screaming all kinds of obscenities. He followed Vegeta's detected ki to where the prince was. It was within the smaller sayijin's bedroom. Goku listened carefully to see if the prince was asleep or doing something in particular. He heard nothing.
He cracked the door open very slowly. He stuck his head in and could not see Vegeta anywhere. Goku couldn't think of where Vegeta could be. He should be in this room. A gust of wind tickled Goku's hair. He whipped his head in the direction of the wind. A balcony. There was a balcony. A strange light rippled across the room making everything look as if it was glowing. It was the moon. Goku made his way across the extremely neat room and walked to the doors of the balcony. The sayijin could see a silhouetted form leaning against the cool steel of the rail. He stepped forward and the small form slowly turned to face him.
*** The prince could not believe the audacity of that low class baka. How dare he trespass into his room, his balcony! Vegeta turned slowly trying to keep his rage in check. He wasn't doing a very good job.
"What.do you want Kakarrot?" Vegeta snarled.
Kakarrot's face went from that ridiculous grin of his to a startled and hurt expression.
"I.uh.noticed that you weren't downstairs with the rest of us and I came to see if you were ok." Vegeta snorted. Kakarrot gave a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his head. What an annoying habit it was, especially for a sayijin.
"What do you think ass? I am in perfect health and more than ready to kick your ass, as you can see," the prince snapped harshly.
Kakarrot laughed again. This time it was a genuine, happy laugh. What was he laughing about? Vegeta saw nothing funny about this situation. As far as he was concerned, he had the right to kill Kakarrot right there, right at that exact moment.
"What are you laughing at fool?"
"Well, actually, I was laughing because we haven't sparred in awhile and now you say you are more than ready to kick my butt. I think that implies you've been wanting a spar."
"I most certainly do not. I don't need your help with my training. I will not fight you unless I am sure I will win," the smaller sayijin retorted.
Kakarrot gave an exasperated sigh. "Vegeta! A spar isn't a frigging battle! It's just practice! It doesn't matter who wins or loses!"
Vegeta lifted a brow. Was he actually talking to Kakarrot? It didn't seem possible. The larger sayijin seemed almost agitated. He wasn't himself. The prince took a step closer to Kakarrot who looked at him suspiciously. Vegeta cursed silently. Why? Why did this have to happen to him?
"Kakarrot. Have you been feeling.different lately?"
"Vegeta, stop changing the subje-"
"Just answer the question clown!"
"Ok, ok. Actually, now that you mention it, yes I did. I still do. I just blew up at Chi Chi a few minutes ago," Kakarrot replied slowly, shooting weird looks Vegeta's way. The prince ignored them.
Vegeta gave a chuckle. Kakarrot looked down at him in surprise. Vegeta had a gleam of amusement in his onyx eyes. Kakarrot's eyes widened. Vegeta stepped closer. So, it was true. Vegeta could smell alcohol off the sayijin's body. Liquor is not what Kakarrot needed right now. It was just speeding up the process.
"Vegeta?"
"Hn."
"Um, why are you looking at me that way?"
"Kakarrot."
"What?"
"Have you looked in the mirror lately?"
"Uh.yes, Vegeta. Why?"
"You obviously haven't looked close enough baka or you would know."
"Know what?"
The price growled. Kakarrot stepped back. Vegeta shoved past the baffled sayijin and began to saunter to the other side of his room.
"Follow me."
"Ok, Vegeta."
Kakarrot followed the prince into his bathroom.
"Now, look in the mirror Kakarrot."
"Why? What's the point of this? You are acting really strange Vege-" "JUST DO IT!"
Kakarrot jumped. Vegeta was losing his patience. Kami, why couldn't Kakarrot just do as he was told? Vegeta glanced at the younger sayijin who was now peering at his reflection with wide eyes. Good, he's noticed. ***
Vegeta was acting strange. Goku didn't know what to make of it. The prince was usually a total ass, but now, not only was he acting like an ass he was doing it in a most bizarre way. Goku heard a slight growl behind him before he quickly averted his eyes to the mirror. The large sayijin's eyes grew wide as he stared at his reflection.
Behind him, Vegeta's scowl was replaced with his infamous smirk. Goku turned back toward his reflection. His eyes. It was his eyes. Everything else appeared normal. His daft raven hair, his tall sculpted form, it was all normal. But his usually obsidian eyes were no longer obsidian. Instead, if he looked close enough he could see a vague golden ring around his pupils.
Goku turned and looked at Vegeta. The prince knew; he had seen it. Was this the reason why he had taken on a more aggressive nature? Did this have to do with being a sayijin?
"Kakarrot."
"Vegeta? What's going on?"
"Baka."
"Vegeta! Tell me now! I don't know what's going on and I wanna know what I can do to make these, these rings go away!"
"Fool, you can't do anything to stop it. It's only going to get worse by the hour. You are too clueless to know that you have been slowly morphing a little more than three days. Tonight is the last stage. And it will be far more painful than these little rings."
"Vegeta.you have the rings too."
"Of course I do, baka. I'm a sayijin as well."
"Vegeta.what is all of this and why is it happening?"
"Kakarrot, haven't you listened to anything I have said? It is occurring because we are full-blooded sayijins. It's happened throughout our lives, though I don't expect you to remember it. It happens because it's our nature, it's in our blood."
"I.ok. What am I supposed to do now?"
" Kamisama, shut up, you low -class clown! Stop asking questions in which obvious answers are needed! Use what little brains you have and figure it out yourself! Or maybe it's too much work to sit there and figure it out. You are so worthless, Kakarrot! You would be dead right now if you didn't have the rest of the Z-senshi to watch your pathetic back! You aren't even worthy enough to be the specks of mud on my shoes. Go crawl back into that hellhole you came from and leave my room!"
Goku was dumbfounded. Vegeta was enraged. The look that the prince shot at Goku should have fried him on the spot. The older sayijin was overreacting but from what the small sayijin had told Goku, he wasn't acting like himself. Without warning Vegeta attacked with full force. Goku hit the bathroom wall with such vigor he couldn't see straight for a couple of seconds. Obviously, those couple of seconds was a little too long because as soon as he hit the floor Vegeta's fists came flying with unbelievable intensity.
Goku did his best to block off the rampage, but he was caught off-guard by Vegeta's onslaught. Goku slammed into the opposite wall, but this time wasted no time fighting back with adequate potency. The large sayijin was beginning to seethe with animosity. Vegeta needed to learn to control his temper. He couldn't just walk into his life and tell him what to do or what he's worth. Vegeta had no right to attack him like this. The prince's mind was clouded with such arrogance and such egotism that it was almost impossible to like him. The older sayijin thought he was higher and mightier than the rest of us weaklings because he was a prince. He was a super elite. He had royalty burning his blood, so what? Goku bared his teeth. It was time Vegeta got a taste of his own medicine. Soon, all Goku could see was an electrifying red which blocked everything else out. ***
Vegeta kicked Kakarrot with such inconceivable force it even astounded the prince himself. The small sayijin didn't hesitate when Kakarrot hit the floor. He attacked again without remission. Kakarrot might have given a warrior time to arise and compose himself. Not Vegeta. He would take advantage when his rival was subdued. It was in his blood to use what chances he had to take the warrior down. And it would be no different in this battle. The prince would eliminate Kakarrot. He would do it and he would do it now.
Kakarrot blocked Vegeta's next hit and came back with his own assault. The prince faltered a bit when Kakarrot stood and threw all his power into his fists. The older sayijin did not expect this from Kakarrot. It wasn't like him. Vegeta uttered a feral growl before he was smacked into his bedroom. He skidded across the floor and landed against a wall with a blast. The prince could taste the sweet metallic flavor of blood oozing from a wound on his head. He could hear Kakarrot's labored breathing as he sought to control the fury that rippled through his massive frame.
"Vegeta.it is time you learned your lesson," Kakarrot said with a guttural voice. The prince's eyes widened a bit before he quickly composed himself and slid his smirk in place.
"Is that so, Kakarrot?" Vegeta retorted with as much contempt as he could muster. Kakarrot slinked toward the weaker sayijin. Vegeta gritted his teeth. Kakarrot had again bested him. Is this how he was going to live his life? Was he going to be second-rate for the rest of his accursed life? The small sayijin began to pick himself up when Kakarrot slammed him back against the wall. The prince snarled menacingly. The younger sayijin completely ignored his warning.
"Vegeta.."
The prince looked alarmed. This was Kakarrot speaking, the third class sayijin. It seemed the moon had awakened the gentle man's brutal nature and "Goku" could not stop it from progressing. No sayijin could stop what was embedded in his soul, not even the mighty Kakarrot. The larger sayaijin pinned the prince firmly against the wall and brought his face so close that their noses were touching. Vegeta struggled to keep down a gasp that threatened to escape his throat. Kakarrot's eyes were now completely golden except for a dark red outlining his pupil. Vegeta struggled with Kakarrot, trying to free himself of the tight hold that was upon him. His efforts were to no avail.
"Kakarrot! Get your filthy hands off of me, or I swear I will-"
"What Vegeta? You'll do what? Kill me? Blast me into another dimension? Vegeta, you know as well as I do that I am far more powerful and could eradicate your weak self in a matter of seconds," Kakarrot spat bluntly. Vegeta could not believe his ears. Why was Kakarrot being so cruel? The prince growl ferociously. He swung his fists blindly at Kakarrot unable to see in front him because of a bright white light was all he could see.
Kakarrot easily blocked the punches. He grabbed Vegeta's fists and held them to the smaller sayijins chest. Kakarrot wore a deranged smile on his full lips. Vegeta began to grow wary of the other sayijin's actions. For all he knew Kakarrot would kill him and make it look like an accident. It wasn't like the others would doubt him. They trust him without a fault. What pathetic beings the z-senshi are. They could care less if the prince died. They would probably commemorate his death. But then again, Kakarrot was acting on impulse. He wasn't thinking clear and if he killed him he would do it right now without hesitation. Vegeta looked closely at his captor's face. Kakarrot's eyes began to go cloudy as he glared almost hungrily at the smaller sayijin.
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