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Summary: Mirai Vegeta thoughts before he dies at the hands of the Androids. Everything they've lost and gained, and the two people he'll miss the most.
Mirai Dragonball Z Collection
Memories
Oneshot
He had never been a kind man by any standards and his only passion was that he had in a battle. He was a Prince that longed for a passion that no person could ever grant him. He was raised to be a killer, a man that never lost a battle, and yet he was losing one right this instant.
Six months after the death of Son Goku everything had went up in flames. Androids had attack just southwest of South City and in a instant the city was no more. The Z Warriors had assembled for battle, and now it was only him, Piccolo, and that brat of Kakorott's that was left.
He could feel the power level of the brat starting to lower and he knew that unless he was hidden away he would never survive this battle.
"Gohan!" The Namekian's gruff voice had sounded as he headed towards the half saiyan, saving him from Android Eighteen. His own energy was fading quickly, his Super Saiyan transformation finally dropping as Android Seventeen blasted him into a nearby building.
"Vegeta...please be careful..." Bulma says softly, her eyes holding sadness as their young son squirmed in his mother's arms. Vegeta hesitated before he took his son from Bulma's arms, holding him for a moment.
For some reason he felt as though this would be the last time that he would see either of them. Coal eyes held nothing as he handed his son back to his mother, staring at her a moment before he took off into the air and towards where the others were gathering.
A groan escaped the Saiyan Prince as he pushed himself out of the debris, feeling around for the other two familiar ki signatures. The brat's was still there, barely, but he could tell that the Namekian had hidden him away from the Androids. Speaking of the Namekian, his ki hardly existed anymore.
With another groan Vegeta stood up, using the last of his power to transform back into his Super Saiyan form before he flew out of the building. Dark coal eyes landed on the battered form of Piccolo as he fell towards the ground, Gohan's name escaping him before his ki signature disappeared.
The Prince of All Saiyans knew this was his time to die, and yet he did not fear it. The only thing he would have to regret was leaving his mate and son all alone, but he knew that Kakorott's brat would raise his son well, into a warrior he hoped.
His golden aura flared around him as he ignored the taunts of the Androids before he rushed at them, putting all of his energy into one last attempt.
"BIG BANG ATTACK!" He yelled, throwing the huge ball of ki at both of them. Smoke clouded the sky and surrounding area as it connected and he lost his transformation for the third time that day. His breathing was heavy as he waited for the dust to clear, his eyes widening as he made out their figures in the smoke.
"It didn't even scratch them..." He whispered to himself before Eighteen had appeared before him, her hand driving itself through his chest plate and straight through him. The Saiyan Prince made a sound of pain, blood flying from his mouth as she pulled her hand out and let him fall to the ground.
A groan left him as he hit the ground hard, already starting to lose consciousness. Yet before he let himself go into the arms of the dark he felt around one last time for the brat's ki, relief flooding him as he felt it a safe distance away. As long as one of them survived that was all that mattered. As his coal eyes started to close his thoughts turned to his mate and his son, a sadness and regret filling him.
"Forgive me..." He muttered before his eyes finally closed and the Prince was no more.
Gwg: Since this is set during the Future Trunks' time, most of these fics will be sad, but all of them will be oneshots. Although they might have a sequel or companion peice somewhere later in the collection. So until next time, Ja ne.
