My Arrogant Prince

By: Chibi Kakarotto Koi

or

Chibi Koi no Kakarotto

I don't care which one you call me, I like them both…

Author's Note

The Chi Chi Slaughterhouse is impatient for Vegeta to show up, and I have a lovely idea for this chapter! I don't think it'll be as long as my first chapter, and to me the second chapter was not long enough! I am a reader of fiction as well, so I know that I like long chapters opposed to short ones, but shrugs…

Some of the things I typed didn't exactly show like I wanted them to look like on but who's complaining? Anyways, this chapter, you should enjoy!

Especially you, Kerry!

As like before, I warn you, that more than likely this will never get finished, as I just don't think I have the ability to.. I'm hoping I am wrong, because I so do want to put this out in the world. I want to finish this, but I don't think it will add up to all the great stories out there…

Also, I'm going back and revising things in chapters One and Two, but it'll have to wait till next week, as I'll be too busy to do so; I'm doing this because I finally saw that some of the things were messed up (i.e. spelling it Vegeta-sai instead of Vegeta-sei, of one thing…) so don't worry to those continuing, you won't miss anything, as its just correcting errors…

I want to say thank you to The Chi Chi Slaughter House, again, as I just saw her review, and I don't want her to have to wait much more for Vegeta…

Disclaimer

I don't own the Dragonball Z characters, but I would definitely loooovvvvveeee to own Vegeta and Kakarotto… coughs Excuse me, Goku… Also, I have to warn you all, I never did see all of Dragonball or Dragonball Z, or that horrid rendition called Dragonball GT… WHERE'D THEY GET THE NERVE TO CUT POOR ICKLE Veggie'S HAIR?

I did see the last episode of GT today though… I saw 'ickle Chibi Vegeta Jr.! He was soooooo cute! Squeals happily I wanted to hug him and kiss him and squeeze him and Clears throat…

Just to explain to others… Unlike Chi Chi, I don't hate Bulma as much as I do her… She's still a little irritating for me, but her temper is so much like Vegeta's that its kind of hard for me to hate her to the extent of Chi Chi… Chi Chi is just, I don't know, a lot more violent to Kakarotto for me… And her moods… And her style… And her voice… Clears throat Anyways, I'm sure I can come up with more reasons, but then I'd never get to the chapter… I just wanted everyone to be clear on where I stand with Bulma…

Also, I do not own the below lyrics, as we all well know… They are 'Save Me' by 'Alter Bridge.'

Warnings

Rape, abuse, Chi Chi bashing (Getting there! ), Yaoi between Goku and Vegeta (if I ever get that far, mind you), and maybe a little Goten and Trunks in the near future? Dominance and Submission and many things, if I ever truly do get this off the ground…

I do not speak Japanese, and more than likely I'm butchering the language horribly, but you need to know this and point out any mistakes I make… Yes, you read it right… I'm asking you to point out my mistakes for me… Yes, I realize that I'm welcoming flames the size of the sun, but I really want the rest of you who, strangely, like my writing (I don't like it, but I really like Kakarotto/Vegeta pairings, so I had to write my own)… I'm putting my trust in those who review to review fairly and politely.

It goes down below the man I know,
That lives inside of me…
I live inside this blackened mind,
And sun is what I see…
I've found at last my cruel past,
It's found the end in me…
I'll reach inside just one more time,
For the man I'll never be…
By Alter Bridge 'Save Me'

Chapter Three

Haunting Memory

(Normal Point of View)

The Gravitation Room, where, if the Prince of all Saiyajin's had his way, would have willingly spent half of his life, was, strangely enough, where Vegeta was not in at the moment. In fact, he was in bed, but not asleep. It was way past noon, and none of the Briefs family had seen their royally-a-pain-in-the-arse, in for the long-term, guest. The "wife" of said guest, Bulma Briefs, to tell you the truth, hadn't noticed until now that her day had not been spoiled yet by the Saiyajin banging on her laboratory door, or wherever she had happened to be that day, ordering her to fix that blasted machine that he obviously cared more of than for her.

Bulma Briefs and Vegeta had never married, much to Bulma's dismay and Vegeta's relief, even if she considered herself his wife. He had refused to complete the mudball's custom to marry with her. He did stay at Capsule Corps, and protected his family, namely Trunks and Bra, but extended that courtesy to Bulma, her fearful father, Dr. Briefs, and that ditz of a mother of hers on rare occasions, and went to Bulma's "parties" as her escort grudgingly when demanded to which was most of the time and helped her when things were too taxing, but other than that, they went their separate ways. Trunks and Bra understood. They had lived with this for years, and so it was not a hardship.

So it was understandable why she noticed nothing out of the ordinary when she went to bang on the Gravitation Room's reinforced doors to give Vegeta a head's up on the late lunch that was being prepared. She was used to dragging the man out of the chamber to make sure he ate three meals a day, not wanting him to die because of his faster metabolism. She had done this for a long time, so it had become routine. But she was not to be put out when the doors refused to open, even when she typed in the overriding code for whatever code he put in this time. Vegeta was smarter than people gave him credit for on Earth technology. He knew probably just about as much on the subject as she did. He had probably figured out again how to override the overriding codes that she had had to, again, reinstall. She found this a fun way to pass time, sometimes, if she was not busy on another of her companies projects.

"Damn it, Vegeta… I don't feel up to redoing the system again… It's time for lunch you Pig!" she said angrily, banging on the door. She typed in the code one more time, and was quite surprised when it opened, finally, but she didn't hear Vegeta cursing her angrily for interrupting his training. She walked and was shocked to see no one there. Wondering where he could be, she sighed and shrugged it off, not wanting to know where he could be this time.

For the past few weeks, he had been disappearing for a few hours, then showing up, ignoring her questions, and just going on his way, and she had learned to ignore this. She then went to the kitchen where Trunks and Son Goten where, eating their hearts out. Although they were almost twenty, Trunks inching closer to it by the day, they still could regularly be seen at the Briefs home. Pan, Gohan's daughter, and Bra where also friends, but they were more than likely at the mall farther in Satan City. She noticed that they where about to finish off all the food.

"Aren't you two going to be late to your classes today?" she asked, irritated. They shook their heads, and Goten swallowed hard then spoke.

"My afternoon classes don't start for another hour, and Trunks' teacher came down with a 'mysterious' case of food poisoning. He had to go home so the class was cancelled. Besides. Aren't you glad to see us? And where's Vegeta-sama by the way? He wasn't here when we got here. He's still around, but we didn't hear the Gravitation Room on where we arrived, but I can still feel his chi." Goten asked, puzzled. Bulma looked at them puzzled.

"He's still here? Hmm… Maybe he's having a bad day…" She muttered to herself, before gaining attention again just in time to see the two demi-Saiyajin's finish off the food. This started her on a lashing at the two for taking her share of the food right under her nose…

(Vegeta's Point of View)

I lay on my bed gazing up at the dark ceiling. My room, in a separate wing of the complex, is spacious and a done in dark royal blues, the colour of my House on Vegeta-sei. I liked having the space, if only because it fought down my quiet fears that being in space on Frieza's Ship had created long ago. I don't want to be with the Onna, no matter that she is the mother of my children. The only reason I do not accept her as my Mate is because she is incapable of completing the bond needed to do so.

It seems, even if we are compatible to procreate, a ningen's mentality is too incomplete in its evolutions to even gain a true mind-touch. I gave up on it a long time ago, but it doesn't mean that I refuse her much. I recognize her as a Breeder, or a companion as the ningen's called it; a part of the Pack I've settled into, and that is all she will ever be able to be. It is all I will ever be able to give her. And it is this that is what is keeping me in bed.

On my planet, I would have long settled down with my Mate and began my own Pack, becoming (King) and reigning over my race. More than likely my Mate would have been a male, as females were rare to come by on Vegeta-sei, but we Saiyajin's have long since evolved so that both males and females can bare children. It all depended on your genes, as not every male was able to bare children. I was, luckily, not one of them, as Frieza would have long exploited that weakness of mine. Radditz and Nappa, too, were unable to bare children.

If it had all been different, I'd be surrounded by my own kind right now. I miss the feeling of the bonds I shared. I miss the feeling of being protected while piling all in one bed, even if it had been on the floor since all three of us, Radditz and, yes, even Nappa was welcome, were unable to fit together on the bunk-like bed. It is that way with young cubs, they would pile together in one bed; it saved warmth, and it left you feeling protected and safe, and I had desperately needed it after being taken from my home. We had done that on Frieza's ship until I was in my twenties; then I just became too heartless and cold towards them to be able to allow this obvious weakness to be noticed.

It was a miracle we were never found like that. I still miss it, though, even if it has been a long time since I've done it.

It is all these memories that have been bombarding me since I woke this morning at dawn, to start my training, that have kept me here in bed. My body had just refused to cooperate with my mind, and started to make me reminisce all these things that I haven't thought about in years. Yes, it bothers me that it is now that I am thinking about Vegeta-sei and all I can remember, but I can't seem to make myself care. I close me eyes and try to picture my home, but it has been so long, and I was so young, that I can hardly picture it in my mind. I remember the red sky… the double suns… the more intense gravity… I sigh.

Chikyuu-sei is just not the same; it can never measure up to my home. It is a cheap imitation of my home. There are no other Saiyajin's. A little voice in my mind niggles, saying 'Your not alone. There's still Kakarotto.'

I snarl at that. Kakarotto is not, nor will he ever be the Saiyajin he was meant to be. He may smell like one, and look like one, and Hell, in battle he is one, but outside of that, he is ningen like there's no tomorrow! But that voice also persists, telling me that if it wasn't for that baka, I'd be dead and wasted. Slowly, I've noticed, I have begun to not exactly like Kakarotto but become affectionate to him; in my own way, of course.

I don't truly hate him, and I don't want him to get uselessly hurt unless I've done it myself but the fact remains. He is not a true Saiyajin. I am alone.

I bury my head in my pillows to try to stem the pain burning in me, but it is useless as it just continues to grow as I finally realize that what I'm experiencing is what the ningen's call Home-sickness. But I've always felt this way around this time of year, and don't know why its affecting me this bad this year. Of course, I don't know the exact day that my home was "blown up by meteorites" as Frieza had claimed. I snort. I knew ever since it had happened that that had been a lie from the Freak Lizard.

I give up on my plans today for training, as I have this strange feeling that if I do get up out of bed, today isn't going to be the same as any other day. My instincts are screaming at me, but I do not understand them. I know that this is why this "Home-sickness" is affecting me so much more. Something has happened today that is going to affect me somehow. I'm unwilling to face it head-on as I normally do because, for just this once, I'm reluctant to see what is coming and unwilling to go about with all my assurance that I am one of the strongest on this mudball called Chikyuu-sei.

Yes, I am finally able, though painful as it is to say out loud, that I, a Prince of my race, who has kept his pride and heritage, am not stronger than a Third Class of my own Race. I am weaker than him, and never will be able to beat him. I have given up on that goal. Now, my only goal is to continue to grow in strength and protect my small, slowly pushing away, brood.

I sigh and allow my senses to reach out, not confining it to this room. No matter how large this place is, I still am able to hear into the kitchen, and hear the Onna screeching something about food. I notice that my son and that little mini-Kakarotto are downstairs with the Onna. My daughter wasn't around. Se was probably with Kakarotto's granddaughter, Pan or something…

It's ironic, really. As much as Kakarotto and I are not total "friends," it seems that our children and grandchild, in Kakarotto's case, love the company of each other. I barely even notice the shrill nose of the contraption the ningen's call a phone. The Onna answers calmly, quite differently than how she was screeching a few seconds ago. Then, even if I had not had much stronger senses I could have heard the shout she let out. And I truly regret even allowing my senses go for the few moments that I had allowed, because after she shriek, I'm sure I lost all hearing in both ears for at least a week.

"WHAT!"