Inevitability

Chapter Twenty-Four: Super Saiya-jin part II

As she approached Vegeta slowly, Bulma noted that he was no longer with the golden hair and teal eyes. Not to mention he looked even worse from earlier. Earlier... Wait a second!? He fought in his state!? Even though he was so badly injured, he still found the power in himself to still fight!? So fast after the previous encounter!? How could she have possibly demanded help from him, in his state!? On the other hand, how could she not, she had not even a quarter of the power she needed to protect herself and, mostly, her body to Freeza.

As she stood in front of him, the girl's hand reached out to his eyebrow, which had a huge slit over it and blood was oozing mercilessly in his eye. A frown graced the Princess' lips. He had gotten himself beat up again. But by the look on his face and the way she felt around him, she could say that he had not lost.

"What happened?" She finally asked before getting pushed back. The Saiya-jin collapsed in the seat in front of the control panel of the spacecraft and was about to change something before she informed him, "We're set towards Earth. We will be arriving there soon."

His eyes snapped back to her angrily and searched her orbs for something. As she did not move nor say anything, he turned his head away and stood up with a low groan. Damn, his ribcage hurt like hell right about then. Everything was collapsing...

"It's none of your concern and who the fuck gave you permission to reset the course!? I though I told you to stay in my room, idiot! You could've got in more trouble then you already have. I'm getting sick of saving your sorry ass, Princess." He hissed the last sentence between his tightly clenched teeth as he took off towards the training grounds, next to which was located the med room. Bulma growled in irritation lowly and followed him suitably.

"How dare you talk to me like that!?" She snapped back at him venomously and halted her fierce storming after the Saiya-jin Prince as he stopped mid-step as well, turning over his heel to face her. There was a look in his eyes that she could not quite decipher.

"I am the strongest being in the Universe. I will talk however I want, woman." He chuckled cruelly again and resumed his way towards the med room. Bulma however did not. She stood still on her place, watching him go. He... He was so different... But did what he say mean he killed Freeza? Was that what the explosion that shook the whole ship meant? She needed to know. She needed to talk to him. She needed to clear things up.

She cautiously entered through the sliding door of the med room, instantly spotting the Saiya-jin on one of the beds there, treating his wounds. Another frown took over her face as she came closer to him and stared at him bandaging his left arm.

"I thought I made myself quite clear. I do not wish to see you now, woman." He said not looking up from his current working. A sigh escaped Bulma's lips as she went over to help him.

"For so much time you have not learnt how to do this properly..." Her voice trailed off as the Princess completely ignored Vegeta's previous words to her. He glared intensely at her as she grabbed the lint and the cotton, completely ignorant of the daggers he was throwing at her with his glare.

"What do you want?" He suddenly asked, startling her at first.

"What happened?" The female repeated her question from earlier, demanding an answer for her stirring curiosity.

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me."

"What happened is what was bound to happen some day." He said this time, not looking up at her.

"So... You won?"

"Of course I won!" He snapped back defensively. "Stupid woman..." He muttered before a hiss escaped his mouth as Bulma pressed the cotton drenched in disinfectant against the Saiya-jin's bleeding arm. "You enjoy tremendously doing that, don't you?"

"How on Earth did you possibly guess?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Whatever..." The Prince mumbled before looking out of the nearby window. Ah, space... How much time had it been since he was last on this ship? Not that he enjoyed being there at all... It was full of bad memories to him, memories that he wished he would just erase from his mind, yet they were too scarring to let themselves just leave like that. He knew from this day that he had, indeed, been scarred for eternity... Not physically, but mentally. He wished he could wipe it all out of his mind, be the Prince of his race he had been taught at his young few years of life he had to be. But what did he have left now? He had no race, he had no planet, he had no home, he had no family and certainly he had no friends; he had no mate, he had no life... He had lost it, lost all that he once upon a time he had on Freeza, on his "master"... A lizard that he detested from the day he had first seen him... But at least he had regained his pride, he had power! Power to survive, power to slave! Power to claim a planet his and purge all other creatures on it that he would not find useful. But then again, what good would it possibly do? Would it help him get his race back? Would it help him regain his lost life? Would it gain him the respect and fear he should have as the strongest being in the Universe, the Prince of a Lost Race, that he never got to be a King of and never will get? What good was all that he had reclaimed tonight if it would not turn back time?!

The Saiya-jin had hoped that with Freeza gone, he would feel better, feel free. That he would be relieved. But he had been wrong. Nothing changed. He was still a disappointment, to his father, to his race, to himself. He had reached Super Saiya-jin. Who respected him? Who knew him? No one did. Yes, they would learn of the mighty Saiya-jin Prince, the Strongest of All. They would hear and feel for his power. But what did it actually matter if his father didn't see him, if he didn't become a King of his own race? A race that no longer existed...

"For the power you have you sure look stressed out." Bulma half-joked but instantly regretted what she said as the scowl on the boy's face only deepened. Hey, since when had he become so touchy!? "Vegeta?..." She stopped her movements and sat down next to him on the bed. "What do you think of doing now?"

The Saiya-jin understood perfectly well that she was not talking about what he was planning to do on the ship. She meant what he was going to do after he destroyed all of the things that would remind him of his slavery. All the things that held the disgrace he had endured all of his life... What was he going to do? What could he do? Where would he start from? Because of what purpose would he keep on living? All of this time, his only goal was to kill Freeza. He was so blind in his rage that he had not noted that it had become the reason for him to exist. Revenge.

Well, he got his revenge. And now what? He had never thought what he would do after it. Never had he thought what would become of him after. Sure, he was aware he was going to be respected for his power. But what good was it to have the respect of weaklings?

"You could always stay on Earth, if you'd like..."

"I don't want to stay on your pathetic mud ball excuse of a planet." He retorted with a snort.

"You don't need to be a fucking ass about it. I was just trying to freaking help!" She yelled at him and stood in front of him to take care of the final thing - the slit over his brow.

Vegeta said nothing about her statements. He just stared weirdly at her, with an expressionless facade covering his face as he observed her actions carefully, as if she would attack him or something if he did not pay attention.

"And you could at least friggin' tell me what happened in there. I was fucking worried about your sorry ass!" She pressed the cotton ball against his cut roughly again, but this time he did not acknowledge any pain.

"For a Princess you have quite a sharp tongue." He noted slowly.

"What's it to you, anyway..." She snorted like he usually did in such situations. "Dumb bastard. I hoped you would destroy one another. You would've made the Universe a favor." Bulma muttered under her nose as Vegeta continued looking strangely at her, just as he did earlier. She glanced back at him for a second without blinking. "What?" She asked after.

"Women... Such an enigma." He muttered after that and zoned out again, deep in thought. A sigh soon followed that had escaped from Bulma's slightly parted lips.

"Look who's saying it. You know what, I actually don't care. Do whatever you want! I wish I never see you again!" She snapped and turned on her heel to the door.

"Don't lie."

Silence. She made no move to go out the door. Her head was facing the floor as his was directed to her form at the sliding door.

"I hate you..." She hissed out, finally breaking the stillness.

"It's mutual."

More silence.

"H-How... H-How could I be so foolish..." Bulma mumbled after a few minutes and clutched her hands to her chest. "I knew from the beginning that you had no heart, could feel no emotion, but I still wanted to make you feel better, with all I had to offer..." She spoke mostly to herself. The girl did not even notice as the male approached her slowly. "H-How could I get myself to care for someone like...like you!?"

"I'll take that as a compliment."

The female's head whipped at his direction. Vegeta was taken aback by the tears that were misting her eyes and the furious frown on her face. Did he do that?

"You're such a bastard!" She snapped and crossed her arms angrily over her chest, walking out of the med room only to have her elbow caught by the firm grip of the Saiya-jin no Ouji's strong hand.

He didn't know what to say after her words. What could he say? He felt stupid. He hated feeling stupid and helpless. And that's how he felt at that same moment. She had given him a Palace. A training room. Food and a bed. She had given him most of her attention, shared so much of her day with him. Vegeta tried to assure himself that all those things he had not wanted from her, that he did not need them. But deep down he knew that it was only a lie. The worst part was that the same place deep inside him told him that he even enjoyed all those things. He had not smiled. He had not laughed. He had not showed any appreciation. He had not felt anything. He did not wish to feel anything.

But as strong willed as he might have been, he could not deny the fact that he had... Well, what the woman would call "fun", on Earth. And in that moment, his whole mind shut off, blank... He just wanted something, to do something to compensate things. Yet he did not know what. So, he did the only thing he could think of.

His hand pulled her closer as his mouth claimed hers in a swift movement. Bulma did not move at all in the beginning. She was shocked. He had done it again. She had enough of being confused by him like that. She did not wish her mind to become any more fucked up than it already was. But the tender gesture, the gentle embrace and his warmth... She could not resist him as her arms snaked around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Her action, however, only served to make things worse. It stirred something inside the Saiya-jin Prince. He felt a sudden urge to hold her, not to let her go ever again, a sudden possessiveness that he was not even aware of at the time. He wanted to be with her, become fulfilled, feel the excitement. He had felt this way before, of course. He could recall several times that he felt like that about the Earth Princess. But never before had the urge been so strong. No, this time he could not shake it off. He wanted her. Even the voice in the back of his head could not stop him from having her.

Unknown to him, Bulma had the same debate in her mind as her arms ruffled the thick hairs of the Saiya-jin Prince. She had been so confused earlier. She didn't know what to think. But she had thought just enough. She wanted him. At that moment, the passion took over her. Even if she regretted it later, even if her conscience didn't leave her alone, she wanted him. She wanted to have him, once for real, to be near him this way, to feel his warmth against her bare skin... To feel his gentle touch over her...

Without discussing things any more with their inner selves, the two youths backed away to the direction of Vegeta's room.

For even just this once, they wanted to know what the warmth of another meant...

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Three hours later...

The bigger ship connected with the steadily moving one. Several armed men invaded the control room and checked the course. A planet called Earth. The spiky haired man behind then snarled. He had heard of this planet before. What would Freeza want from such a weak planet?!

"Sire, we have searched the ship over. We haven't found any trace of Lord Freeza and his people, but there is blood everywhere. We assume there had been a fight here earlier." The man bowed in respect after his report.

A wicked and proud smile pulled on the King's lips.

"Ah, yes. I knew my son wouldn't leave things that way. Have you retreated him yet?"

"He is on his way here right now, sire."

The King's face twisted into an even wider smirk.

"I am content with your work, Sayah. You're dismissed for now." The warrior bowed in respect and stepped back from his King. Well, the fun was just about to begin.

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Vegeta pulled his nude body out of bed where he had been lying next to Bulma for the last... He glanced at the watch by his bed. Three hours. Ah, it had been a wonderful and productive night, indeed. For an inexperienced girl she had been quite a good lay. The Prince tried to convince himself that was just what she had been to him tonight. She had said it herself. He was not capable of loving her, caring for her the way she wanted and needed. He knew that he was not good enough for her. And he would never demand of her to stay with him.

He pulled himself into his spandex suit and got out of the room, throwing a final glance at the sleeping girl sprawled on his bed. A small sad smile stretched on his lips for mere seconds before he turned his head away. At least now he knew that no one was going to ever take her from him. She had given herself to him, willingly, knowing better than anyone else who he was. She had agreed silently to be his for an eternity, no matter whom she got wed to in the next years.

The sliding door opened and a Saiya-jin stood in front of his Prince. Vegeta blinked several times before feeling many other ki's on board. He had been so foolish as to let his guard down, knowing that the whole spacecraft was empty. A familiar energy struck him...

The guard looked rather stunned at his Prince. He recognized him immediately as the boy was almost an exact replica of his father, minus the goatee. He noted fast the girl behind him on the bed but averted his gaze quickly, knowing how possessive regals were of their mates.

"Sire, your father wishes to see you." He blurted out with a slight bow of his head.

What?! His father?! But his father was- Wait a minute... Vegeta tried to recall something. Anything that might hint something strange, as this, happening... No... She couldn't... 'I'm not as selfish as you might think, Vegeta.' That was what she had said. Could it be?... But why?! His head jerked back to her. His eyes slightly wider, disbelieving what his mind was telling him. Did she... Did she collect those balls only to revive his race? Why!?...

"Tell him I'm coming." He ordered and shut the door in front of the stunned guard. He needed to do something first...

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And there we are! What do you think? Was it too corny? Don't worry, the whole fic is like that, ahahahaha! Anyway... Tell me what you think. I need some backing up, people!

Oh, yeah. There's only the epilogue to write more and I'm done! Whoo! Go me!