Disclaimer~ I don't own that sexy body of Vegeta –sniffle- oh, um, or anyone in this fic except for meeeeeee!!!!!!!!!! ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! '??????????????????'

Vegeta is not wanted around by anyone on earth anymore, what happens when out favorite hunkiest sexiest prince grows emotionless? And sets out for the Dragonballs to revive Vegeta-sei and erase everyone's memories of him that knew him? FIND OUT! ^^'

Dark Prince~

Chapter~ Emotionless.



I sit here in my room thinking… What did I do…? How did this all-go wrong? My children hate me thanks to my ex-wife. Their friends and family hate me… Everyone hates me. I now live in a small house alongside the mountains. 'Hopeful a rock slide will occur and kill me…' I think to myself. I'm sick of life… My feelings have been destroyed; I can't feel anymore my mind is so numb. I stare at the ceiling, watching the white color blankly.

I've only experienced pain throughout my whole life; anything that good happens is taken away from me in the matter of minutes. Kami just wants me miserable… To be lonely, no hope, no feelings left anymore.

I look to the side where a small nightstand lay. A picture of my son, daughter and ex-wife. Why I have it. I do not know why. I grab the picture staring at it blankly, folding it face down on the stand. I cannot bear to look at them; I have failed them, no right to be existent in their lives ever again.

I haven't eaten in a couple of days. Just staring at the same spot on the ceiling thinking of a waist my life is. All the shame I brought upon the people I knew. No more… They all believe, as well as I, that Vegeta Saiyan Prince of Vegeta-sei is no use to anyone. That life is better with out Vegeta no Ouji. They are right. Psht, My race is dead, Vegeta no Ouji, I have no right to call myself that, couldn't keep my planet alive, in existence anymore. What kind of Prince am I to a dead race? I no longer am, am I ? Dead Prince.

A small idea pops into the back of my mind. What if I brought Vegeta-sei back to life? I could rid myself from this planet, no one would care, they would all celebrate my leaving. I could be the Prince on Vegeta-sei, it would be a better life than the one I have here right?

I sit up slowly, dragging my legs to the side of the bed. I am so thin… You wouldn't be able to tell it was me, with how frail I am along with my facial appearance. No meaning in my eyes, just a pool of black voids. So pail, bags under my eyes. I'm a total mess. But does anyone care…? No… No one… I have no one…

Walking out the door to Bulma's I don't even bother to shut the door, it as if I am a walking zombie. I fly slowly to the woman's house; it is around 5:00… Just go in for the radar, leave without saying anything… Wish the planet back; erase everyone's minds of me on Earth…

I reach the front gate. Stepping to the door silently, I contemplate if I should just walk in or knock… I knock quietly, I hear footsteps coming to the door, the woman's father opens it staring at me, looking me up and down, " Vegeta, what has happened to you my boy, you are so undernourished, your pail, you look terrible" He says to me. I just stare blankly at him.

" I need… the Radar…" I tell him just above a whisper.

" Whatever for Vegeta?"

" Just… give it…" He leads me into the house, taking me to the lab; I catch a quick glance at my eldest turning into the kitchen with his friend. They do not notice me. I continue to follow. When we reach the lab he hands it to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. " Vegeta, you must eat something, looks as if you haven't eaten in months!" He exaggerates.

" Come to the kitchen and I will have my wife fix you a large meal." All I do is shake my head at him. I stare at the camera in the corner of the room, no emotions on my face, I turn slowly back walking out of the room. I reach the front door when I feel someone staring at me. I do not care… " Sorry…" I murmur.

I walk out the door without taking notice of the figure still watching me. Taking into the air, with what small power I have left I fly away from the place I spent most of my years on earth. The last time I will see this place.

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UM UM UM!!!!!!!! ITS ME AGAIN! BULLLLMAAAA!!! –waits for everyone to clap and cheer for her.- ;.; No one likes me!!!!!!!! –listens to crickets buzz and a tumble weed roll by- O.O!!!!!! Tumble weed and crickets, I AM SO FRIGGIN SPECIAL!!!! ^___^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You guys are to much shucks.. –kicks the dirt in front of her.-

Ok, well, im kinda in a 'depressing mood' and decided to write sort of a 'depressing' story…. The first Chapter is really short, and doesn't explain much, but I'm sure it will get better. If u review that is. SO! Its up to u! To Review! Remember kids! Don't let the earth be doomed because you can't review a fic! =) no one wants a mad Bulma running around with a sword killing anything/everything in sight =) ok ok ok REVIEW?

DestructiveMajinBulma~