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Chapter 10: The End and the Beginning

Vegeta was still on all four, but he stopped laughing, and he had stopped crying. His life goal was complete, but was it everything that he had hoped for. Even at this form, he was more powerful than what Frieza had ever been, but then there was Goku. His mind was a jumbled wreck. The transformation was bitter sweet. Only his father had encouraged him to reach the goal all saiyans tried for, and all saiyans failed. Now, only two saiyans left, an endangered species, but they had made it that they would reach a power to aid them in there survival.

Vegeta stood from that position, and lifted his head up to the sky, he didn't know it, but the violent electrical storm on the planet above, hadn't been it's demise, in Vegeta's outburst of energy, he totaled the planet. One blast had put a hole through the crumbling planet and had been the final straw in it's demise. His eyes were closed, and for a minute he stood there, silent, peaceful. He had dreamed that the day he reached this goal, he would go on a run to destroy any that opposed him. But, for one reason or another, it had made him a better man. He no longer had this burden of reaching the impossible, he had done it. Now he was at ease, and was ready to return home. He powered down from his elevated state of power and got his body at ease. He walked into the space ship, still followed by the sneaking eyes of Bulma through the cameras, and headed for the controls. Pressing a button that Mr. Briefs had labeled, 'automatic return to Earth,' the space ship doors closed, lifted off the bare planet and headed off to earth.

Bulma stopped watching, and turned off the transmitter. As she walked outside, she had noticed that the sun was setting, and the sky looked so beautiful. Meanwhile, Vegeta had gotten out of the shower, and had bandaged up all of his wounds. He went to the cockpit, and sat back in the captain's chair, looking out into space. As the ship kept shooting by the galaxies, something caught his eye, which caused him to slow the ship down. He was crossing an area where a red Giant and a blue star were really close to each other. His ship welt a slight pull so he shot it back to full speed, but not soon enough for him to catch a glimpse of the in between of the two stars, where a purple haze was.

2 day's later:

Half way home, Vegeta had rested and recuperated from his injuries. He took off his bandages, and marveled on how quick his wounds healed. Looking in the mirror, he saw his back, where he had two scars on. He remembered exactly where he got them, very much did he remember.

Flashback:

It was 10 years ago, and Vegeta was a strong and youthful 16 year old. He, Nappa and Raditz, had landed on an outpost that had been over run by a weak species of humanoids. Different to the ones on earth, their skin was beat red or purple, and there hair was bright orange or red. They had given themselves to Frieza without a fight, and offered to be slaves for whomever he sold them to. Which, in Frieza's mind up the price of the planet. But what made them able to overrun the outpost was their technology. They had much superior technology. Vegeta got out of his pod and surveyed the area, looking at them, they had powerful canons, and whips made of Artificial KI, electricity, and a sort of fusion energy technology. He looked over at Nappa and noticed that he was getting giddy. He raised his to fingers, leveling the whole area, his special technique. Vegeta looked over at him annoyed, and Raditz dug himself out of a pile of rubbish that he had been knocked into from the power of the blast. "Nappa!" Vegeta yelled at him, "Where is all the fun now! Frieza said to make them pay for their insubordination, and to destroy their scientists. Not to destroy the whole lot of them rebelling!"

Nappa looked very annoyed at the young cocky prince. "Since when have you ever listened to Frieza, give me a break, he knew what we were going to do…"

Several days later, back at Frieza's ship:

"Lord Frieza, we did what you asked of us sir…" Frieza in all of his anger with the young prince yelled at him.

"Shut up, I asked, no I commanded you not to do destroy that City, it had a lot of what I could of used! Dadoria!" The big ugly beast grabbed the young Saiyan prince, stripped off his armor, and put him in front of Frieza. Frieza sat up, pointed the tip of his tail, and began lashing Vegeta in his back. The pain was excruciating, the whips from Frieza were so strong, it was a pain he had never felt before. Vegeta though was a saiyan, and after the first lash, he said that he would not say a word. The lashes weren't doing any damage but smacking him around, so Frieza went for the tail, grabbing the tail with his left hand, Vegeta fell to the ground with a loss of power. Then Frieza bulked up his tail a bit and lashed harder on his back, now making marks. Each slash scratched the surface of his back, which really pissed Frieza off, so he would point the tip of the tail, and slash in the same spot until it left a deep gash in his back. After Frieza had made a few marks, Vegeta couldn't hold back his pain anymore and passed out, rather then making a weak noise. When he awoke, he found himself in a containment capsule, recuperating, Frieza didn't just lash the young saiyan, but after, he took out more anger and aggression on him and kicked his ribs in and broke them, and left an enough bruises on him to last him a while. Nappa and Raditz didn't get touched, but they were scared blue at what Frieza had done to him. After 7 days in containment, Vegeta finally got out, and looked at himself over. On his back, he found scars, but the real scars were left in side of him, in his mind.

End of flashback:

Vegeta found himself griping his fist so tightly, that he almost had to pry them open when he awoke from his flashback. It took him a few hours of rest to shake off the bad memory. It was towards the end of the evening and Vegeta went down to the gravity room to get himself moving around. He automatically put it on 350, which for him now, even without super saiyan, was Childs play. After increasing it to 375, he felt a little pole, and began moving around. He then put it to 400, which now was enough to keep him down. Close to the ground, week from the pull, he decided to see what it was like at super saiyan. He raised his hands and in five seconds, he was able to reach it again. The gravity was nothing to him now, so he decided then and there that he would not train in super saiyan because it would be harder to get anywhere, and he figured, on power upgrade in normal form equaled 2 power upgrades in super saiyan.

2 ½ days later:

Time was up; Vegeta was entering the solar system, and on his way back home. The ship slowed for safe entry to the earth. He came closer and closer and soon he could see it. He had dressed down in his armor, fixing it up a little, but there were still signs of damage. The ship came closer and closer, hitting the atmosphere and shining like a red ball in the sky. It shot toward Capsule corps, still in the atmosphere, and had finally made it to the area it was in. the ship slowed swiftly, but it's design made that feel like not much at all. It had come closer and closer to the city, until he could see it. he was still thousands of feet in the air, and the city shined through the clouds. It was sunset, and the ship began its dissention to the capsule corps head quarters. Finally he came lose to the ground when the ship stopped in mid air, 5 feet above the ground, and then slowly touched ground. Bulma had heard this commotion out side and had ran out to see what it was. The stars had made their way to shine beyond the setting sun, and a cool breeze blew through the air. Vegeta opened the hatch door, when Bulma had just opened the door from the living room. Vegeta walked out, just as Bulma did, and they met. Vegeta was in such a mood, nothing could touch him, but his emotions, and they got the better of him. He walked out to her, and her to him, and the grasped each other, meeting fully in a deep kiss. Vegeta held her tight and she him, it was time for them to forget this past argument and to move on. Vegeta picked her up and led her to her room where they didn't have sex, they made love. Sweet love, where every touch of his warm lips to her soft skin made her heart fall from her chest. Every stroke of magnificence, was a state of extreme ecstasy, and every bit closer to their climax was like reaching a new state or perfection. They were there together, and in their every little movement, they moaned for it to be a movement to get closer. It had gotten to a point, where nearly every part of each of their body's was touching the other. Finally as they reached their peak, a simultaneous blast of emotion and rapture overfilled their bodies as they fell, both of them gone, left their bodies for a unison of souls. They were one in spirit, one in life. Yet, they hadn't said a word in over a week, they were beyond that. That one little glance that he gave her, said enough, and it would always say enough, because it was imprinted in her mind, branded in her soul.

The next week:

The next week went along well. They didn't talk much, because it was in words that they always destroyed peacefulness. But to Bulma, who had been really shining in the past week, Vegeta seemed to be avoiding her. But it was as he was trying to hide that he was, he had something on his mind. It was mourning, about a week and a half after that night he had returned. Bulma awoke in the mourning, by the sun as she usually did. When she awoke, she stretched her arms out, like normal, but something wasn't right. As she squinted her eyes, she searched the room and found something that caught her eye. As her eyes focused on it, she saw Vegeta sitting on top of her dresser. "Ve…Vegeta, what are you doing here?" she asked in a yawn.

"I have to talk to you about something," he said without looking at her.

"Well, what, what is it?" she said as she sat up in Bed.

Vegeta caught his eye on a breast of hers that was half revealed. He snapped himself out of it, and focused on a point on the wall, to keep his eyes away from her. "Bulma…" he hesitated, that word hit hard on him, he rarely used it, but it meant so much to him. "Bulma, it…It can't work out. Between us…" he hesitated after his words and then continued, "look, I know what we have done, but face it, I am a Saiyan Prince and you are an earthling, we just aren't meant for it. It isn't my destiny."

Bulma looked shocked, what he said, hurt, but didn't shed any tears. She just looked down at her self, and was silent. "I am going, maybe for a few months, but I'll return, but I have things to worry about that are more important than, 'Us.'" Vegeta slowly walked out of the room, but stopped at the door, wondering if he should look back at her. Bulma looked up, praying that he would flash a look like what he did before he left. Vegeta stood there, and for a second, he began turning his head, but he couldn't and he left the room. Bulma just fell down on the bed forward; she was able to get her self up, and go to her nightstand. When she got there, she lost her breath, it left her, and her heart skipped a beat, as she looked at the date, she got brought to tears, as she was shocked beyond belief. Because when she looked at the date, she noticed, that she was 'late.'