AN: ♪Once again, reviewers I love ya!♪ ( yes that is a music note. Cool huh?) Oh yea and the word aikan is Japanese for "beautiful woman"! Ü



✰The Downfall of a Heartless Man✰

Chapter 9

Something stirs.

I sense it...ever on my conscious mind. A subliminal thought pounding its way silently through me, forcing me to recognize its existence. Deep, in the back of my mind, the eery voice of beginning calls to me, beckons me. Something has begun. Something...

It started shortly after that night with her. It was, at first, only a small pulse beating almost unnoticeably in the subconscious of my mind. But each day it grows stronger, louder, a clear and constant drum booming in my ears. I cannot make it stop.

It has been nearly three months since she and I first shared each other. My obsession for her has also grown inconceivably stronger. I cannot sleep without her warm velvet skin against mine, without her aqua hair laced between my fingers. I take her time and time again each night, to the point of utter exhaustion, yet my need for her has not been satisfied. I cannot throw her aside as easily as I did every other woman, who soon all fade in memory. It is only her face I see, only her voice I hear, only her I want.

Woman. I can no longer call her by that unjustifiable name. I cannot lump her into that category with the rest of the women I have been with. They were worthless whores, sluts, unimportant palace slaves, giving only in hopes of taking. But she...she gives freely, wanting nothing, expecting nothing. She has no hidden motives, no secret plans. She deserves a better name, one with more honor, one with more pride.

Aikan.

My aikan.

I remember the sincere smile of happiness that spread across her lovely face when I first called her by that name. She knew what it meant. That I, Prince of Saiyans, accept her. That she is not just another Kami-forsaken creature in my eyes.

Of course, she was never anything less than perfection to me, but she will never know that.

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Her eyes are distant, far away. She hides her fear and doubt behind a mask fake smiles that never reach their potential. I have never seen her so afraid, so utterly uncertain. No one else seems to notice, they all just smile back, never knowing the difference in her. Naive fools.

Her pain falls on their deaf ears. I cannot help...I want to...but I cannot open myself to her. Why can't they just see?! Why can't they just help her?! er grief clings to me, cumbersome and thick. Kami, someone help her. The fools! Why can't they see?

She has stopped coming to me. It has been almost a full fortnight since I have felt her lips upon mine, since I have heard her melodic voice call my name. She doesn't speak to me, or come within twenty feet of my being. She is avoiding me.

What have I done?! My mind reels back and forth, trying to remember any transgressions I have committed against her, but I always come up blank. I have done nothing wrong that I can think of.

I need her back.

Intuition tells me that my aikan's anguish has something to do with the unexplainable thoughts I have been having. But what does that mean?! Does she also feel them? Why do they cause her so much pain?!

I cannot understand it.

"DAMN!" I roar, slamming my fist against the wall of the G.R. I MUST have her back! Fuck my Saiyan pride! I have to know what I have done!

I storm out of the G.R. and take flight as soon as I feel the warm summers air hit my face. I feel her small, but unimaginably strong ki radiating from her bedroom and I fly swiftly to her balcony. As my bare feet meet the hot concrete I notice her window is closed. She keeps herself away from the world in every aspect, emotionally, mentally, and physically.

But I will have her. I will take her back. Just as her window can be opened with the right amount of force, so can her soul.

I concentrate a small amount of red ki in my hand and smirk as the tiny flames lick my rough skin. Still smiling, I press the palm of my ki-filled hand against the window; slender lines snake from the tips of my fingers and spread outward over the glass as it begins to crack. "Vegeta!" screeches my aikan when looks up from the book she is reading and sees me at her window. My smile broadens as shards of the window fall around my feet with a clinking sound.

" Vegeta, what are you doing?" my aikan asks, her eyes widening with fear as I step over the glass and into her room. " I could ask you the same thing." I retort softly, the smile disappearing from my face. I close my eyes and phase directly in front of her as she sits on the edge of the bed. I tenderly place my hands on her waist, pick her up, and lay down her in the middle of the bed with her back against the plush covers.

With my hands still on her, I crawl atop her body and straddle her hips. "Aikan, what have you been eating? You've grown." I taunt jokingly as I notice her hips have become slightly wider. The size of her belly has also increased, but no too much. She is still beautiful, still perfect.

Her face reddens with embarrassment and she darts her eyes away, beyond me. Silly aikan, always so worried about her appearances. "Why have you been avoiding me, my aikan?" I demand quietly, putting my hand against her cheek and turning her face to mine, making her look into my eyes.

"Vegeta, I..." she begins, looking away again despite my gentle hold on her face. "Don't turn away from me, aikan. You will look my in the eye when you speak to me." I command sharply. "You'll hate me." she whispers, tears forming in her bright eyes. "Never." I vow silently, hoping furiously the look in my eyes will say what my mouth cannot.

" Yes, you will! I know you will!" she sobs, putting her hands over her face.

"Just tell me dammit!" I scream impatiently, every horrible thought of what she could have done passing swiftly through my mind, burning deep, vicious canyons in my brain.

"Vegeta..." she whispers, a look of pain in her eyes. "WHAT?!" I rage back, my hands gripping handfuls of covers.

"I'm pregnant."

AN: short, I know, I know. But I didn't want to overload the events in this chapter and take away the gravity and importance of Bulma being pregnant. You probably guessed what was going to happen because I gave a lot of hints there. Anyway, I hope you liked it and DON"T FORGET TO REVIEW! I LOVE YOU!~Melissa