AN: oh lord, it's been a whole week since I have updated! Forgive me! Please?



The Downfall of a Heartless Man

Chapter 7

My lips burn and my conscious floats on the brink insanity, but I have never felt so glorious in all my life. Kami, if I knew the simple feel of her lips brushing mine could cause the rapture of such innocent emotions... I would have kissed her ages ago. My intentions were to prove to myself that I was strong, that this woman couldn't break me...she couldn't make me loose myself. But what I felt...what I feel now... isn't what I expected. Pleasure and lust...maybe. Anger...certainly. But this...no. No, this isn't what I expected.

My thoughts are broken by soft footsteps as they reverberate through the otherwise silent G.R. The cold metal wall I lean against has served as my meditation realm for quite some time. It is my only sanctuary from the rest of this damn hell-planet.

"What are you doing here woman?" I demand quietly, my eyes still closed and my arms still crossed. I can smell her intoxicating scent and I can feel her over powering aura as it radiates from her small body. She inhales softly and I open my eyes to see two luminously blue ones starring back.

She exhales. "I just wanted to make sure you are still coming tonight, to the ball I mean."

"Yes." She nods and looks away for a moment. Turning back, she opens her mouth like she has something to say, but she stops. She closes her mouth again and shakes her head, as if telling herself no.

" Is that all?" I wince at the sound of my own voice begging for condolence. "Yea. I'm just gonna...go." She gives a small wave and a practiced smile, then walks through the doors of the G.R.

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Thin lines of darkness begin to seep through the small windows of the G.R. My mind is a torrent of swirling, antagonizing emotions, but I bring myself back to reality in time to remember my duties. I have made the woman a promise, an unspoken one yes, but a promise nonetheless.

It was hours ago when she entered the G.R. and I have been standing here meditating in the same position, never once moving. My bones give a small creak as I walk through the G.R., my determined footsteps plodding through the dense silence.

I open the doors of the house and I can hear the bustle of humans as they run about like maddened insects, giving and taking orders for last minute preparations for the ball. Their loud, obnoxious voices berate my already over-strained senses, threatening me into breakdown. Anger boiling over, I push myself through the crowd and force my mind to filter out the unneeded noises. Soon, the only sound I hear is the rhythmic beating of my own heart; I don't even notice the sounds of weak human protests as I slam them periodically into the walls.

When I reach the door to my room, I violently push it open, step inside, and slam it shut. It's too much. These stupid fucking humans with their idiotic jabbering and noise making! Will I never get one fucking moment of PEACE?! The splinters of my anger jab beneath my skin, arising fierce and perverse thoughts. I could kill them all right now...every last one of them. Just a flick of my finger and...

"Vegeta?" Her innocent voice penetrates through the roaring black thoughts that begin to take hold of my being. " WHAT is it woman?" I hiss. She opens the door and steps through, a small smile tugging at the corner of her perfectly curved lips. " Just wanted to see if you are ready...uhhh you're not." A strange look overcomes her soft features as she sweeps her eyes over my bare chest and tight spandex blue shorts. Hot sweat drips freely from my body and falls carelessly to the floor. Apparently, my meditation was more intense then I thought.

Her face becomes flushed for a moment, and her bright blue eyes darken with an all-too-familiar emotion.

Lust.

But just as quickly as it came it was gone, leaving my confused mind to suspect I imagined it all together. Perfection once again settles over her smiling face. She grabs my arm and drags me out the door, through a large group of people, and stops me at the door to the bathroom.

"Well," she says, clapping her hands together. "Why don't you take a nice steamy shower and when you get out, we'll see what we can do with that hair." She giggles and puts a delicate hand on my shoulder, pushing me into the bathroom. She begins to close the door, but I catch the frame and give her a seductive smirk.

" Are you sure you don't want to join me?" I ask to her, a devilish grin spreading over my face. She gasps loudly and covers her mouth with her hand. Laughter rolls easily from my mouth and I quietly shut the door in her still shocked face.

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The burning hot water falls invitingly from the showerhead and onto my weary body. All the burdens of my secluded mind seep thankfully from my skin and drip into the drain. The memory of what I just said to the woman floats to the top of my thoughts and I laugh heartily. I can imagine her still standing there dumbfounded.

My laughter slowly trails off as I try to remember the last time I have laughed. Genuinely.

I find myself wandering back into the memories on Vegeta-sei when I was still just an innocent child. Hate and scorn for the world had yet to be instilled in my young mind, but al thatl happiness was soon crushed by the iron fist of my father.

I scowl in disgust as I realize that I have fallen into the deep chasm of self pity. Growling, I quickly turn off the shower and step out, water still rolling from my body and splashing to the floor.

Wrapping a stark white towel around myself, I walk through the now-empty hallway and into my bedroom. That hideous garment called a tuxedo is draped on my bed and I give a small smirk as I remember how the woman said I was "handsome" in it. Bah! No one could look handsome in that!

I pick the garment up to toss it aside and the towel slips from my waist, falling to my feet and leaving me entirely naked. Hearing a small gasp, I turn completely around to see the woman standing red-faced in my doorway. Her blue eyes slowly roam down my chest and settle at the center of my thighs.

" Umm...Vegeta maybe you should um..." She mumbles, her eyes never leaving my manhood. Vivid, burning heat swells in my chest and sweeps through my body as I watch her small eyes widen once again with lust. This time I am sure of it.

My mind careens out of control with acute need for her soft, warm curves and plump, delicious lips. I flash back to the moment I saw her lustrously naked body encased in shimmering blue liquid and searing hot flames begin to once lick at my cold skin.

Suddenly, the short, agonizing distance between our bodies disappears as I unconsciously phase directly in front of her. The bare skin of my chest brushes her arm, causing me to loose all control. Kami, I want her...I need her! Incredible desire flows thickly through my veins as my lips descend for hers.

Her luminous blue eyes are open, full of fear and confusion, but I close mine, ready to indulge and focus in every pleasurable sensation. "Vegeta." she whispers, pressing her slender hand against my chest. "Vegeta...I...I can't..." Lust and desire quickly turns to anger as my eyes shoot open and my nostrils flare.

"WHAT do you mean you CAN'T?!" I demand viciously, grabbing her small, angular chin in my hand. " What You CANNOT do is this...playing with my mind, making me think you want me! I am loosing my patience woman." " ME?! Play with YOUR mind?! What about you?! One minute you kiss me, the next you act like it never happened! "

My hand drops wearily from her chin as I realize that she is right. I kissed her without any explanation or second-thought for whether she might be against it or not, and afterwards I didn't say anything. Didn't even mention it. But I am no understanding man. Once I say something, I cannot go back on it. That would cause me to look foolish.

"I don't have to give excuses for the things I do, woman. If I want to kiss you and say not another word about it, I will." Her eyes narrow poisonously as she presses her hands on either side of my face and pulls my lips to hers. "Then so can I." she replies huskily and forces her lips on mine. She sucks generously on my bottom lip, making soft tantalizing sounds.

Recovering from my previous shock , I immediately begin moving my lips in time with hers. My tongue slips agilely into her wet mouth, exploring and savoring the sweet taste. Much to my surprise her smooth tongue joins mine in battle. Kami, I cannot take anymore.

I free one hand from where it encircles her waste, and begin snaking it up her shirt. My fingers brush her sumptuous skin, but suddenly I am stopped by her hand on mine.

An evil smirk tugs at one corner of her mouth as she pulls her lips from mine; victory shines in her bright blue eyes as she slowly backs out of the room. "Two can play that game ,Vegeta." she whispers arrogantly. " Oh yea and if you need help with the tie I'll be in my room."

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That woman. Kami, she is so beautiful when she's all riled up. Shivers run down my spine as I think about how close I got to making her mine. She kissed me! HA! The odd feeling of elation and giddiness fill every fiber of my being as I make my way to the ball room in Capsule Corps. I should be mad at her little show but...Kami, I've never met a sexier, more feistier woman in all my life, even on Vegeta-sei.

Ah, but I will engage in her so called game. And she will be mine. Wild fantasies of her lithe body in my arms as we collide through long nights of amazing pleasure burst in my mind. Maybe she will even...bah! It is useless to hope that the woman will ever truly care about me. Not the way I...BAH! I finally reach the ball room: a large domed room with intricate designs and vibrant colors. Thousands of humans fill the room, dressed in their best garments, some dancing or standing in circles to talk, most sitting at tables. Some horrid music is being played by four men holding various instruments and standing an offset stage.

"Vegeta!"

I turn to see that baka, Kakkarot, and his family once again invading the edges of my consciousness. " I see your woman has forced you to wear one of those hideous garments Kakkarot. I thought for sure you would have enough pride to turn it down." I glance at the ridiculous clothes the foolish baka is wearing. Hmpf, how dare he disrespect himself and the entire Saiyan race, wearing that thing. That tuxedo. " Apparently, I was wrong." I snort with a classic look of repulsion.

"Awe Vegeta, it's kinda nice to wear something besides a training gi. Hey, aren't YOU supposed to be wearing one of these too? I heard Bulma spent a lot of money on yours." "Over my dead body." I hiss, smiling triumphantly. The baka looks down at my "formal" wear, the traditional Saiyan armor. It was my first move to counter hers. Yes, this game is going nicely.

"Well, you better not let her see you wearing that. It may be accepted on Vegeta-sei, but not here on Earth. She'll probably have a fit." "Exactly what I'm hoping for, baka." I snicker maliciously. A look of worry spreads over his usually vacant visage and I hear him whisper something under his breathe about somebody named Trunks. I ignore him, however, and strut haughtily to where I see the woman laughing and talking with some females. Kami, she is gorgeous. Her aqua hair tumbles about her shoulders and the familiar white dress clings provocatively to her perfect body.

Her eyes widen with anger when she sees me and I give a little chuckle. She is so predictable. "Excuse me will you?" she asks sweetly to her friends, then grabs my arm and pulls me away. "What the fuck are you wearing?!" " Saiyan tradition." I reply simply. " But I bought you a tux! And it cost a lot too!" "Woman did you honestly think I would wear that fucking thing?"

Baffled by my outright disobedience, and not knowing what to say, she just stands there for a few moments staring at me. PAH! She shouldn't be so surprised. Since when do I take orders from HER?

Sighing wearily, she gives me a small smile and curls her fingers around one of my wrists. " Ooook Vegeta, I give in. Let's dance!" Wondering silently what exactly she is "giving into" I follow her to the dance floor where she puts her arms around my neck and presses her full breasts against my chest. " What the hell are you doing?" I ask, stunned by her obvious display of affection. Here. While everyone is watching. Pride wells in my chest as I begin to push her away. I am a Saiyan Prince. I don't act so familiar with lowly humans and let everyone see. No matter how much I want to...

" Vegeta..." she pleads desperately, her luminous blue eyes gazing into my black ones. "Vegeta, I've been waiting forever for this ball...just for a chance to dance with you...just give me one dance. Please?" With me? Me? Why is this woman so complicated? One moment she threatens me with her games and the next...all she wants to do is dance with me.

"Woman, you are being foolish." "Please Vegeta." "Kami! If only it will make you shut up!" A sincere smile spreads over her face, making it all worth it. The dishonor, the shame. All of it. Somehow, it just doesn't matter anymore.

Thankfully, we did much of the same "dancing" on Vegeta-sei, so I caught on quickly. Circling my arms around her thin waist, she brings herself closer to my body, pressing every inch of herself against me. The lights have dimmed and the "music" has taken on a slower, quieter tone. I am a little surprised when she places her head on my shoulder, but I put it aside. "It's been a long day, I'm so tired." the woman whispers into my neck.

I hold onto her tightly, hoping I never have to let her go. I don't know what has come over me. I will more than likely regret it furiously later, but for now, I hold on to one of the few things I have that are worth keeping. And this time, it isn't my pride.

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AN: ARG! So I have succumbed to the lure of the "Nice Vegeta." please don't hate me. But you know, the way I figure, Vegeta does love Bulma loooooong before the birth of Trunks. Yes, he was once I terrible man with no love for anything or anyone, not even himself. And yes, he is maddened by his pride and need to become a super saiyan. But love does overcome this all, making Vegeta a better man. I mean why else does he sacrifice himself later on in the show? Think about it. Oh yea and DON"T FORGET TO REVIEW!! Thanks~Melissa