Vegeta's Diary
Chapter 13
The page ended.
The five demi-saiyans looked at each other.
"Poor Vegeta." Goten whispered.
It was perfectly loud in the quiet attic. Not even the wind dared to blow.
"How." the question got stuck in Bra's throat. "Daddy."
They understood now. Why he was the way he was.
"But, Nappa and Raddits, they." Gohan was filled with memories of the two saiyans.
He sometimes wondered before how could they be so emotionless towards others.
Grief filled the room. All of them felt like rushing downstairs and comforting the saiyan prince.
But the pain was old to him, buried under his pride.
"Maybe we should go down and tell him how sorry we are." Goten proposed.
"No, he would know than that we read his 'diary' and probably kill us. Or make our lives living hell." Trunks said with a faint smile.
"Yeah, besides, there is still more. We have to know the rest, even if it's horrible." Pan voiced her opinion.
They all nodded. They will find out the rest and figure out the prince.
They promised that to themselves without saying it.
I landed nearby our house, just a few corners away. Mud was dripping off me with every step.
My tears have washed the mud from my cheeks.
I turned around the corner. The fence was a cement wall, so the two didn't see me.
But I heard them. They were talking in saiyan.
/:/ "Do you think the boy's alright?"/:/ Nappa had a lovely country accent.
He was always proud of that.
/:/ "Don't worry, I'm sure he is alright. The chores must have taken a little longer, that's all."/:/ There was a hint of worry in his voice.
At least there were two people that cared.
I decided not to worry them much longer. I stepped in the gate.
Nappa was planting seeds in the front. He turned towards Raddits who was plucking weeds in the back.
"Nappa, Raddits?" I whispered. I felt bad for worrying them.
Nappa turned around. He smiled when he saw me.
"You're alright! You worried me sick you child!" He was hugging me the next moment. "I'm so glad you are alive!"
"Well, he isn't going to be much longer if you keep on squeezing him like that!" Raddits said as he walked over.
He knelt down next to me. He ran his hand through my wild (and muddy) hair.
"Where were you kid? You worried Ms. Nanny here to hell!"
"I AM NOT A NANNY!!!" Nappa shouted at the younger saiyan.
"Well you sure act like one!"
"No I don't! I'm only his bodyguard and I was worried that the poor little prince would get hurt."
My sweat dropped.
Raddits gave Nappa an 'are-you-alright?' look.
We heard footsteps around the corner.
Dodria stepped in the gate.
The two older saiyans stood up. Nappa pushed me behind his legs protectively. His hand stayed on my shoulder.
Raddits stepped forward.
"What do you want?"
"I came with a message from Lord Freeza."
"That message would be?" Raddits spoke again. He seemed to have taken the male lead in our little 'family'.
"You got your missions. You are to be in the bay after tomorrow at ten." He looked at me. "Did you enjoy your beating kid?"
I growled at him.
"The brat got what he deserved." Nappa's voice was cold.
What? I stared up at him.
He looked at Dodria, unmoving.
The pink alien looked a little nervous.
"Yes, well, I got to go." He flew away.
I stepped back from Nappa.
"What do you mean brat? I thought you cared!" I backed away.
This didn't make sense.
"Vegeta, please, let me explain." He stepped towards me.
"No!" I was backing up even more. New tears left my eyes.
I thought they cared.
"Vegeta, please!" He held my arms, which were on my sides, tightly.
"Please let me explain. It's complicated."
He waited.
I didn't move.
"If Freeza sees that we care about each other he will separate us, that's for sure. His trying to make our lives living hells. That is why we have to show no emotion in front of him or his men. Just like the rest of the saiyan race did. You know that."
I looked at the ground. Yes. It was that way. When on missions, or in front of other races, we acted like a brutal, bloodthirsty race who didn't care. But when alone, we were a race just like any other, we felt, loved, smiled...
We hid ourselves behind a mask for our own protection.
It was our way.
"I understand." I looked at Nappa. A faint smile graced my lips.
"Come on then." He grabbed me. I sat in the crock of his upper and lower arm and grinned at him. "This prince is in need of a bath."
"Aaaaaaaah, Nappa!!!!!" I groaned.
Me happy!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 13
The page ended.
The five demi-saiyans looked at each other.
"Poor Vegeta." Goten whispered.
It was perfectly loud in the quiet attic. Not even the wind dared to blow.
"How." the question got stuck in Bra's throat. "Daddy."
They understood now. Why he was the way he was.
"But, Nappa and Raddits, they." Gohan was filled with memories of the two saiyans.
He sometimes wondered before how could they be so emotionless towards others.
Grief filled the room. All of them felt like rushing downstairs and comforting the saiyan prince.
But the pain was old to him, buried under his pride.
"Maybe we should go down and tell him how sorry we are." Goten proposed.
"No, he would know than that we read his 'diary' and probably kill us. Or make our lives living hell." Trunks said with a faint smile.
"Yeah, besides, there is still more. We have to know the rest, even if it's horrible." Pan voiced her opinion.
They all nodded. They will find out the rest and figure out the prince.
They promised that to themselves without saying it.
I landed nearby our house, just a few corners away. Mud was dripping off me with every step.
My tears have washed the mud from my cheeks.
I turned around the corner. The fence was a cement wall, so the two didn't see me.
But I heard them. They were talking in saiyan.
/:/ "Do you think the boy's alright?"/:/ Nappa had a lovely country accent.
He was always proud of that.
/:/ "Don't worry, I'm sure he is alright. The chores must have taken a little longer, that's all."/:/ There was a hint of worry in his voice.
At least there were two people that cared.
I decided not to worry them much longer. I stepped in the gate.
Nappa was planting seeds in the front. He turned towards Raddits who was plucking weeds in the back.
"Nappa, Raddits?" I whispered. I felt bad for worrying them.
Nappa turned around. He smiled when he saw me.
"You're alright! You worried me sick you child!" He was hugging me the next moment. "I'm so glad you are alive!"
"Well, he isn't going to be much longer if you keep on squeezing him like that!" Raddits said as he walked over.
He knelt down next to me. He ran his hand through my wild (and muddy) hair.
"Where were you kid? You worried Ms. Nanny here to hell!"
"I AM NOT A NANNY!!!" Nappa shouted at the younger saiyan.
"Well you sure act like one!"
"No I don't! I'm only his bodyguard and I was worried that the poor little prince would get hurt."
My sweat dropped.
Raddits gave Nappa an 'are-you-alright?' look.
We heard footsteps around the corner.
Dodria stepped in the gate.
The two older saiyans stood up. Nappa pushed me behind his legs protectively. His hand stayed on my shoulder.
Raddits stepped forward.
"What do you want?"
"I came with a message from Lord Freeza."
"That message would be?" Raddits spoke again. He seemed to have taken the male lead in our little 'family'.
"You got your missions. You are to be in the bay after tomorrow at ten." He looked at me. "Did you enjoy your beating kid?"
I growled at him.
"The brat got what he deserved." Nappa's voice was cold.
What? I stared up at him.
He looked at Dodria, unmoving.
The pink alien looked a little nervous.
"Yes, well, I got to go." He flew away.
I stepped back from Nappa.
"What do you mean brat? I thought you cared!" I backed away.
This didn't make sense.
"Vegeta, please, let me explain." He stepped towards me.
"No!" I was backing up even more. New tears left my eyes.
I thought they cared.
"Vegeta, please!" He held my arms, which were on my sides, tightly.
"Please let me explain. It's complicated."
He waited.
I didn't move.
"If Freeza sees that we care about each other he will separate us, that's for sure. His trying to make our lives living hells. That is why we have to show no emotion in front of him or his men. Just like the rest of the saiyan race did. You know that."
I looked at the ground. Yes. It was that way. When on missions, or in front of other races, we acted like a brutal, bloodthirsty race who didn't care. But when alone, we were a race just like any other, we felt, loved, smiled...
We hid ourselves behind a mask for our own protection.
It was our way.
"I understand." I looked at Nappa. A faint smile graced my lips.
"Come on then." He grabbed me. I sat in the crock of his upper and lower arm and grinned at him. "This prince is in need of a bath."
"Aaaaaaaah, Nappa!!!!!" I groaned.
Me happy!!!!!!!!!!!!