And I
Just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said
To make you feel like that
And I
Just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said to you
A week has passed since my little bathroom indulgence. Forgive me for saying this, but I have not stopped thinking about him every second that ticks by.
It's been seven months since he departed from this dimension.
Seven months of nights spent alone. Seven months since I last saw his eyes light up, only for me.
Sometimes, when night is still strong, I would wake, calling out to him. Yet when my eyes open, I am left to face the brutal reality, one in which I still cannot accept.
Vegeta is dead...
NO! my mind screams at me. He is still alive! Biting my lip, choking back the tears, I banish that thought away. I must set him as well as myself free from our heavy burden. I must let him go.
But, anyone who knows me, undertands that I never give up.
So, for the first time, I am going to lose this fight. And I accept this with open arms.
I now know what I must do.
I absently watch as discarded paraphenalia is sent to the floor, in my heedlessnes to find what which has suddently plagued my mind. Rummaging through our drawers, shelves; anything that one could possibly store anything of value.
Searching... Hoping...
It is when I stick my hand under the bed that my probing fingers brush against a smooth, wooden surface. Grasping the slim, rectangular box, I pull it out, wiping off the large amount of dust that has collected on it over these past years. Tentatively, my fingers find the clasp on the side and unlock the lid, slowly creaking open, as I feel the sweat running down my temples. My teeth bite down on my lower lip to hinder its quivering.
And here it lays.
Nestled between two silk sheets of deepest maroon, lies the circular disk, metal gleaming with the proud insignia of The House of Vegeta, a sun. Carved in relief, the symbol stands out proudly, with blue stone inserted in the crevices to give it all the more stunning effect. Sitting back on my heels, careful to remove it, I first reach for the long chain attached to its top, once used to hang the crest proudly against the owner's chest. Closing my eyes, I know what the significance of this subtle yet dazzling ornament holds.
We had gone sparring that day. It was quite intense, since Vegeta was on the verge of attaining a new power level. I can remember it so clearly... How the setting sun played over all surfaces, completely transforming the land. The skies were filled with the colours of an artist's palette; there were vibrant reds of all hues, from beautiful canary reds, to powerful oranges streaked with gold, down to soft corals and moving scarlets and crimsons.
Vegeta was subject to this as well. Part of his visage was masked in shadow, the light accentuating the curve of his brow, the bones of his cheek and jaw, the sturdy ridge of his nose, the soft folds of his lips... It is safe to say that he was breathtaking that day. And in that instant of pause from our ongoing battle, our eyes locked. It may have been only for a second, but to me, it seems as if I could have stayed there for eternity. Something was shared in that moment of time, a sort of understanding, too deep to explain, too close to the heart to bring to surface.
And then it was over. We had launched ourselves in the air, in a flurry of fists and feet. I remember Vegeta had been worn down, yet I didn't stop. I knew I had to drive him, push him harder. I had to bring him to the edge in order for his power to let loose, as hard as that was for me. I was on top of him, sending punch after punch to his face.
Come on Vegeta, I know you can do it!
He was beginning to break. I knew it would be soon. I was at super saiyajin, and Vegeta quickly dropped out of that stage to return to his normal state. His body was almost done, yet I could sense the rise inside of him. He blocked my fist, and using all the energy he could muster, threw me off of him. He staggered to his feet, biting his lip as the pain tore through his body. Yet his pride demanded that he should not fall, and my prince straightened, however difficult it was. Climbing to my feet as well, I put on my best mask of arrogance I could.
"Don't tell me that's all you have left in you. Come on! I didn't know you were that weak!" I shouted to him. I watched as surprise worked into his face at my uncharacteristic words. Grinning, though wincing inside, I shook my head. "This wasn't even worth my time." That did it. There was initial shock, but it was soon replaced with uninhibited fury.
"Kisama, how dare you say such words to me!" He yelled. He clenched his fist, nails digging into the flesh of his palm. He should have known it was a trap, as I could never possibly think of him as weak, for if he would have taken the time to look through our bond he would have seen the truth. But, this being Vegeta, his control had slipped far too long ago for him to recover.
Oh boy. Am I in for it! On one hand. My plan is working perfectly, and Vegeta fell for it all. On the other hand, he's gonna be one pissed, powerful saiyajin after this!
I walked up to him, mirroring the grin he used to wear when he felt superior over an opponent. He crouched down, teeth bared and ever on the defensive side. I stopped a few feet away, as I grimace in disgust. He was losing power fast, so I had to act now, or else he'd be losing concsiousness any time.
"I thought you were better than this, Vegeta. I was wrong."
And with that, I spat on his face.
And he exploded.
Skipping through the levels of super saiyajin, his aura burned around him as he screamed, power skyrocketing at level three. I was blown back, and quickly had to power up to level three as to defend myself. Yet he kept powering up. I think he lost control as his aura engulfed him, clothes shredding as red fur quickly spread across most of his body, hair growing in length near the back of his head.
I could only watch in awe a he transformed, and then, his eyes were upon me. Gone were his eyes and pupils, as he stared at me with white, unforgiving eyes. My mouth hung as I quickly jumped to the Super form as well, but my power was still too low to catch up. It was then he charged me. I couldn't breathe as he approached, and in that moment, I could have sworn he was envelopped gold...
And then my mind went blank.
When my eyes opened again, I was in a forest. Lying on my back, I squinted as bright light managed to pierce through the thick canopy of the treetops. The cool earth beneath my skin was a welcome sensation, as I was beginning to feel the pain in my limbs once again. Blinking several times, I precariously stretched, to my relief finding nothing broken.
"It's about time you wake, baka..." says a smooth voice behind me.
Slowly sitting up, feeling the protests of my body, I twist and face him. He rests against a tree, tyring to mask his own pain, but I can see through his charade. Nothing is shared between us as we take the time to assess what had happened. After a seemingly crushing period of silence, I speak up.
"Congratulations, Vegeta. You finally succeded in what you've been trying to do for so many years. You defeated me." A small snort indicates he doesn't share my point of view.
"It wasn't a true win, Kakarotto. A true warrior doesn't lose his head like I did in battle. My power came from pure blind rage; I had no control over myself." His lips drew into a frown as I regarded the prince, taking my time to carefully respond to what he has spoken.
"Blind rage or not Vegeta, it still means you have that power within you, it's only a matter of getting it out." I watch as he seems to regard my words, before a slow, sensuous grin replaces his frown. He looks up at, those smouldering onyx shards meeting my own.
"Hn, perhaps you are right." And then the grin slips to a haughty smirk. "But when I can draw upon my power, I demand a remach!"
I begin to chuckle, and then laugh. Some things will never change...
He laughs as well, a deep, luxurious laugh, not at all like his snide comments or stinging laughs of battle aimed at those deemed below him. This one was beautiful to the ears, one that would make even the most sour of people grin. I cannot help but smile at him. After stopping, he reached behind himself, clutching at something, and scooted over to my side. Eyes wide with curiosity, my head cocked to the side in innocent anticipatory fashion.
"Huh? What's that you got there, Vegeta?" I asked him.
"Give me your hand, and close your eyes." Complying with what he said, I extended my hand, palm up. When I felt something pushed against it, my fingers clutched at the object out of reflex. "Open your eyes now."
I didn't know what to think. Oh, a necklace? It couldn't have been one, Vegeta wouldn't give me something as useless as jewellery. It was cold and smooth, with a blue sun on the top. Attached to it was a long metal chain, made up of little cylindrical and sperical beads. On the back was inlaid with some unknown black gem, two seeming curved "V" shaped symbols, the top one containing a sort of "T"that connected to the base of it, and the bottom one containing two horizontal lines. I still didn't know what it was, and Vegeta probably read my confused thoughts, for he quickly answered,
"It's the Saiyajin crest, Kakarotto. The one that represents The House of Vegeta. And I give it to you now."
"B-but you can't, I mean, this must be... Isn't this important for you?" I stammered. He looked off into the distance for quite some time, before turning sad eyes back to me.
"The House of Vegeta is dead. There is no more need for it, all I have now are my memories. I have no people to rule over, only you. Trunks is too human to posess this, although I did make him his own. But it lacks the heart of my people, you understand? And so I give it to you. Perhaps you'll keep it, perhaps not. But I hope to give you some understanding of my people, of our people."
"Please stand, Vegeta."
"Nani?"
"Onegai."
We both climbed to our feet, regarding each other. I leaned down and kissed him, it was a chaste kiss, but I radiated as much love, honour, pride, and appreciation I could through our bond. I pulled him close to me, basking in the feeling of our warm bodies pressed together, of the intoxicating scent of him, of his heart, and soul, I could feel twined unbreakably against mine. Just enjoying him, and eveything he was for me.
"I love you, Vegeta," was whispered into his ear. I could feel that powerful feeling returned equally, and knew no words were needed now. Taking a step back, breaking away from our embrace, I took one of Vegeta's hands into both of my own. Making sure our eyes never turned away from each other's, I slowly lowered myself to one knee, bowing my head in respect. My actions wrought a sharp intake of breath from the standing man.
For the first time, I bowed to my prince.
The Prince of the Saiyajin.
Looking down at my fingers, still stroking the metal disk absently, I quickly put the box away. Walking down the long hallways and corridors, I double check for the hundredth time the order of the house, making sure everything is neat and tidy. I use the bathroom quickly before finding some lined paper and a pen. Making my way to the kitchen table, my bare feet padding quietly against the cold hardwood floor, I sit down and write as neatly as I can in Kanji a letter.