Fear by: Stacey
a.k.a. Crazyhelga
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some swearing
A/N: A really short story, but I hope you guys like it. I don't
think that I like it myself. Written for a fanfic challenge for 0-DBZ-FanFiction
(). You had to
choose from a list of quotes to inspire you and even use it in
the story. I used the two found at the bottom of my story.
Disclaimer: Vegeta is my slave, despite popular belief.
Fear
Bulma Briefs. The name alone makes me want to empty the contents
of my stomach to the floor. Sure, she took me into her home, fed
me, gave me a place to sleep and train, but that doesn't lessen
the animosity I feel for her and her kind. Humans. What a
pathetic race. They depend on one person to defend their pathetic
world.
Kakarot. That pathetic excuse for a Saiya-jin doesn't even
acknowledge his given name. He is truly a disgrace to Vegeta-sei
and mostly to me, his prince. He destroyed the only thing that I
had lived for, my revenge against Frieza. The person who put me
through years of torment. This thing
tortured me nonstop, and I am sure if I had not been on a
mission the day he destroyed Vegeta-sei, I would have died with
my fellow Saiya-jins rather than be killed on Namek by the
hideous creature. Yemma knew of the destruction I caused and
didn't think twice about sending me to hell for my disgusting
acts against the universe. Words cannot explain the things I went
through in that place. I suffered the pain of all the races I
destroyed and the pain of the ones that survived. But, through
out the whole thing, I only thought of my mother.
We were in the throne room and were talking about what was going
to happen to Vegeta-sei if Frieza got his paws on it. She grabbed
me by my shoulders and looked me in the eyes and told me these
words,
"Vegeta, my only son. My pride and joy. No matter what
happens to me and your father, you must remember this. To know
pain is not a weakness. To have fear will not be your downfall.
Saiya-jins don't give up, no matter what. If you are going
through hell, keep going. Someday you will learn to harness your
feelings, but whenever you experience these two, just think of
your roots and know that these feelings fuel your strength. Use
them to your advantage. Do not worry about your pride being
stung a little bit because of them either, because if you do,
you'll never get through your hell."
At the time I had no idea what she was rambling on about, and I
know she didn't mean hell as in the place. The moment I arrived
in hell and every second after I only though of those words. The
words of my mother were the only thing keeping me sane in a place
where sanity was near impossible to keep and was frowned
upon. I was sent to hell so they could break my will, but I
would not allow it.
Before too much pain was bestowed upon me, but certainly enough
to effect my already tortured soul, I was wished back to life by
some very careful wording and ended up here, with her. Bulma. She
constantly irritates me with her cheerful chattering and joyful
smiles. What does she have to be happy about? Oh that's right,
she has loving parents and a planet. Things stolen from me at a
young age to "toughen" me up. Things that I won't
admit to needing, even though I do sometimes wonder. What if
Frieza had never existed? Oh well, I can't change the past, now
can I? Grrrrrrr... My stomach has a
mind of it's own. I think it's time for a sandwich.
Upon entering the huge kitchen, I notice a note from the woman's
parents, stating they would be gone for the weekend because of
their anniversary. Good, I can't stand those pathetic humans
almost as much as their daughter. Speaking of the woman, she is
nowhere to be found. Must be with that weakling mate of hers.
Even better, I finally have some peace.
After about twelve sandwiches, I think I am full. A little bit of
entertainment is in order, since no one is here to fix me
dessert. What to do, what to do? Ah, I think I will watch the box
with pictures in it. What did that woman call it? Oh, yeah. A
television.
Unfortunately I have come to find out that the woman is not with
that weakling, but instead is sitting in the room holstering my
entertainment. She always ruins my time to myself. Might as well
make the best of this.
I plop down on the couch and grab the remote from the woman,
pissing her off all the while. She even dares to send me a glare
stating her displeasure. I snort at the gesture. Hah! As if I
care that I upset her. After a few hours of watching this
so-called "TV" I'm getting hungry again, but feeling
lethargic, I don't want to move. What a predicament. Get up or
make the woman fix me something. The latter definitely appealed
more than the first so I demand the woman make me something to
eat. Man did that really piss her off.
"Who do you think you are talking to? I am not a damned
slave, Vegeta, so get off your lazy ass and make yourself
something to eat." Her little outburst irked me even more
than usual, so naturally, I replied.
"Who do I think I'm talking to? Who the fuck do you think
you are talking to? I am Vegeta no Ouji, and you will do as I
say. And you may not be my slave, but it certainly does seem that
you are your pathetic mate's little slave, always jumping at
his every whim. To think, you once told me you would never bow to
a lowly man, even though you do it every time scar-face walks
through the door." I chuckle inwardly, using her words
against her. She hasn't replied yet, but she has turned a nice
shade of red. Ahh, victory is sweet. I expect nothing short of
yelling and screaming from the woman, but instead she turns to me
slowly.
"Listen to me, and listen closely, Vegeta. All my life I've
been my own person. The choices I made, I made of my own free
will. You were held captive for decades, but I was never held in
thrall by anyone or anything. I may bow to others in reverence
and respect, but never in slavery, like you were forced to
do. And despite what you think, despite what you feel, I feel
sorry for you. No one deserves to live through that. Not even
you. I pity you, and for that I hate myself, but most of all I
hate you. You are pathetic, Vegeta no Ouji, and I hope you come
to realize that." Her loathing for me drips from her
words, as does her underlying concern, and I actually flinch.
She hit a sore spot.
"I do not need your pity." I spit venomously and get up
from my seat and go to my room. I'm not sure what happened down
there, but I have never felt so low as I did then. But what does
she know? I rid myself of my training suit and put on a pair of
pajama pants. Sitting on my bed I have come to realize something
I hadn't acknowledged in the past, I actually respect this woman.
Through all of my hate and loathing for her, she has always stood
up to me, and now she knows my weakness. Although I respect her
does not mean that my hatred for her has been lessened. I am
truly fearful for the first time in my life. Not even dying at
Frieza's hands or being in hell has brought this feeling to come
over me.
Despite what my mother said about fear, it is not something I
will embrace with open arms. My fear is my pain, my weakness, my
downfall. And now this woman knows of my true fears without me
uttering a word. I fear not having my freedom. I fear being
brought back into bondage under Frieza's hand, even though I know
he is dead. I fear this woman's pity for me. I fear losing total
control of myself, of my situations.
But most of all, I fear the woman who has taken me so selflessly
into her home. I fear her emotions and her ability to change
people. And for the first time in my life, I am baffled. The
prince of the Saiya-jin race, afraid of a human female. I am
pathetic.
Quotes used:
"If you are going through hell, keep going." Winston
Churchill
"All my life I've been my own person. The choices I made, I
made of my own free will. I was never held in thrall by anyone or
anything... Bow to others in reverence and respect, but never in
slavery." Margaret Wiess and Tracy Hickman