Emotions

By Lilith-Shii

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, or any merchandise of DBZ, or the characters. If I did, I would be filthy rich and rolling around in cash.

A/N: I couldn't wait to get into Chapter 5. Why? Because this is Vegeta's chapter! (Over these months, I had fallen in love with that bad boy Prince.) So here it is! Chapter five!

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Chapter Five: Eclipse

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Oblivion; the never ending, free falling journey down to whatever place you may belong to. The pain that you felt when you died was automatically shed with comfort and warmth between your body, soul, and mind. You no longer feel that anything bothers you, you don't worry about the simplest things that would usually easily piss you off whenever it is done or not done to your perfection. You don't have to worry about the bitter guilt or sour feeling you always get whenever you wake up in the morning when you know your going to have a bad day. Everything that you achieved are recorded somewhere deeper than your mind. And everyone knew you achieved it.

Unfortunately, Prince Vegeta did not feel that way.

Yes, he had died to protect the love of his life and child, but he had achieved the one thing that he strives for. That he almost came into close counters of death with. He trained until he felt his mind pass into the deepest part of oblivion to dull the pain that ached every inch that he moved. He sacrificed time he had to watch his child being born to murdering the one man he hated most. Kakarot. That stupid, third class bastard that surpassed him each and every time he seems to get a step ahead of him.

At one point of his life, he gave up that fact he would challenge the clown.

When the fool had sacrificed his life to Cell, not only it pissed him off. It left him hurt for many years. Deeper, the knife was driving into him until the point, he felt Kakarot's ki disappear. Once after the games, he spent time with his future son. They talked, trained a little, and after would make sure the kid would go to bed instead of being so overly concerned about his father being so quiet.

He never admits how he felt that day to Bulma.

He only went into their son's room once in a while and held him. He would sit in the rocking chair, and look down at the child, chiding comments to the baby that seemed to make the child gurgle in happiness. Bulma watched him for hours on end mope around the house while she baby-sat Goten and Trunks. She was glad to do it since Chichi needed time to herself once the youngest of the Son family was born. Even saw Vegeta looking down at little Goten, not with hate or pain but comfort. As if he was planning a future for the two little sweet ones that lay in the playpen. She should've known it when Trunks was four, Vegeta didn't request Trunks to train with him, he demanded him to.

"Woman, I do not understand. Why don't you want our son be strong?" Vegeta snapped, and pulled the young lavender lad towards him. Bulma's eyes narrowed, her arms folded across her chest. She snapped her fingers, and made sure he was looking at her eyes.

"One: He is four. I don't care about what you males do on Vegeta-sei. I get the word, and I want a few more years to baby him. Two: You're a psychopath. You'll kill our baby!"

"I'm not a baby, I'm four!" Trunks chirped, holding his fingers up to his mother.

"Bulma." This was the first time in months he had ever called her by her name. She blinked in surprise, but realize when she looked into his eyes, how hurt he looked. It was because of Son-kun, Vegeta seemed to be so wrapped up in being stronger, but now she realized why he wanted to train Trunks. Because of the first born of Son-kun. Gohan. He was the one that defeated Cell, and he was the one that reached a higher level of Super Saiya-jin at a young age. Vegeta wanted Trunks to surpass Gohan at an even younger age.

"Fine." She gave up fighting against her lover. He was everything to her, since he had put pass the anguish and depression with determination and loving ways to actually be with her. Yamcha still feared coming near the house after the Cell Games. When Vegeta had snapped when Cell killed Mirai Trunks, it seemed he wouldn't stop his assault. Vegeta did help Gohan in some way; this proved that the Prince had changed slowly over time. But he wanted their child to be better than Gohan.

She managed to kiss his warm lips before stocking off into her lab. He heard his son gag in disgust, making him chuckle. He loved that woman. And he loved his son. Life couldn't get anymore…perfect? No. It wasn't perfect, just not yet.

The prince opened his eyes slowly, when it seemed his body was lowered into something soft. He sat up it was total darkness.

"Am I in Hell…?" He asked hoarsely, his body leaned into his right hand.

"Hell? Hardly."

Vegeta looked over to see the great King Yama sitting before him.

"Ah. This is worse than Hell if I have to look at your face."

King Yama twitched, but ignored the comment.

"Silly Prince. You're not going to hell. Not yet anyway." He chuckled to himself, while the Prince glared at him. "But, you will be…undecided until I know."

"And why is that?"

"Because. The fight between Majin Buu and the warriors have not ended, and I still need to send these people on their way. So basically saying, unfortunately, your sacrifice was rendered to be…useless."

Vegeta snapped his eyes to fix on the red one. "Excuse me?"

"Sorry to say it. But, it's true. The monster still lives."

"And you want me to sit here and think so dandy that I AM DEAD?" Vegeta growled, stepping forward while the other ogres and souls backed away from the fury. "My woman and brat still remains on the fucking planet, and you just tell me that I am considered, 'USELESS'?"

"Vegeta. Listen to me. I was pointing out a fact. You want me to decide where you're going, in all truthful word, you were going to Hell."

Vegeta didn't budge for the moment, and stood there, stunned. He was supposed to go to Hell. He was supposed to meet up with the other useless life in the land below while Kakarot danced his way around King Kai's place. He simply snorted.

"Take me there."

"What?"

"I'm ready for it, Yama. I accepted death when I killed myself, well, here I am. Let's do it."

King Yama didn't say anything more, but let the other orge direct the Prince to the might doors of Hell.

This pain...After the explosion that was suppose to kill that pink piece of shit, my mind was thrown out of my body. I was floating in complete space. Was I the Prince of Saiya-jins? Or after the explosion claimed my life, I was no longer him? I have yet to realize that I didn't kill that piece of shit! What matters to me, was Bulma. My Queen. And Trunks, my only son. My proud heir of the Saiya-jins. Will they be able to live on...? Will they live without me? I hope so. Or else, I'm just dust in a simple Earth wind.

Vegeta accepted the entrance into what you called Oblivion. He would accept the fact he would be looking straight into the faces of the others he dreaded. Freeza, Nappa, Raditiz, etc. But he didn't care, he would be too busy wondering what has become of him. And if his honor still remained since he still felt out of place to his own body.