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Vegeta X Bulma
~Prompt 2: Love Yourself~
Vegeta hated looking in the mirror.
At first it stemmed from unfamiliarity. On Frieza's ship, no one truly cared for appearances. Sometimes, Vegeta would see his reflection in one of the ship windows or in a crystal-clear pool of water on other worlds. He didn't really care for his reflection much, anyway. The cold, judgmental eyes of his father always stared back at him. That's what Vegeta believed anyway for he was always critical of himself.
Eventually, he hated to see what he had become. His father raised him to be a proud warrior. Vegeta was meant to lead his Saiyan brethren to battle. In the hellhole that was Frieza's barracks, Vegeta could hardly keep himself and the two other Saiyans with him alive. Vegeta was certain that if he ever had constant access to his reflection, he would see nothing but failure.
Now, it was even worse as he viewed all the scars that marred his darkened skin. They covered almost every inch of him, some from battles, some from training. Many were from Frieza during his younger days, back when he was more impulsive and less compliant. Of course, the bastard eventually caught on to Vegeta's growing strength and the beatings lessened. It would have made no difference, though. The Saiyan hadn't been able to even touch the tyrant's strength.
Vegeta grimaced at his reflection and glared harshly at himself. As he expected, the man who stared back at him was disappointed in him, a failure, beaten, and lost.
Another image joined him.
The Saiyan's eyes closed as he felt gentle arms wrap around his being and embrace him from behind. Vegeta turned to face the visitor, the blue-haired woman smiled at him. Her eyes communicated her desires, and he was always surprised how the loud-mouthed shrew could silently beckon him. He found himself following her; he allowed her to take him away from his shame.
His lips curved into a smirk, a match to her impish mien. Earlier thoughts of self-loathing and anger were completely forgotten.
After all, if the woman could love someone like him, surely he could learn to love himself.