Emotions

By Lilith-Shii

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, mmkay? If only…

A/N: Okay, for these months since I updated last, I've been struggling where to go with Chapter six. Like…I didn't know what to do. So I just plain decided, let's make this another Vegeta Chapter, since Vegeta never gets enough credit in the show. (I think.) This one is going to be a weird one because I'm currently doing English projects to class, and doing side stories (IE: DBZ Christmas stories, New Years, etc.) and another side story for my friends, so my idea are running thin. Nod So, here is Chapter six! Since I'm sure you're tired of my rambling. -- Oh! And A small PS, I'm sorry if this chapter isn't as good. ;; I tried my best.

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Chapter Six: Onyx Hell

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The gates of Hell did seem to be opening when the Prince stood before it. He lifted a brow and smirked when the first thing he saw was the fools that Kakarot had destroyed. He was surprised at first, but his stomach settled and he simply started through.

I better be in use, Yenma…I refuse to stay down here with these…Bastards any longer.

He ignored the gasps, and stares he got as he padded his way through to find a place to be alone at. A young warrior before him suddenly stopped him.

"Raditz…"

"So, you finally died…again. But is it this time, for keeps? We have a lot to discuss. I mean, wouldn't be nice to have a friendly reunion."

"Not likely. I could careless what you disgusting creatures do down here. Leave me be. And maybe, I won't have to beat the living shit out of you for eternity."

Raditz lifted his brow, interested at the fact that the Prince he used to bow down to was about to curse him out freely.

"What crawled up your ass, and died?"

"Most likely you, Raditz because you look like a fucking chia pet."

"What in the hell is that?"

"Don't ask. Take it as an insult."

Both men look at each other silently until they were interrupted by a cough behind them. Vegeta turned to look at the man before him.

"Ah, father. I knew you would be down here."

King Vegeta stood tall in front of the Prince with an irritated scowl on his face. He was obviously pissed at the Prince. Who could blame him? His son was actually happy for once in his life while the King rotted in literal Hell.

"Vegeta…"

"Father."

"You have a lot of explain to me."

"I guess I do. Might as well start talking so that rest of the fucking pansies in Hell can reminisce on my lovely life."

Vegeta spat and sat on a rock near by. King Vegeta just stood, and twitched when his son gave him a glare that seemed to deadly, if looks could kill, he would be dead again.

"What?"

"What do you want to ask old one? I'm waiting."

"That human…"

"Bulma?"

"Yes…her. How and why?"

"…I will not answer how. Why? Because she made me…feel what love was like. As much as I refused it over the years with her, I chose to go along with it, but it became apart of me. I love my blue minx. She is as lovely as wine and as prideful as I."

"You disgust me."

"Father, you rather me talk of her as if she is just a whore who had my child? I rather not. I owe that woman. No matter how much she gets in the way and she tends to annoy me until I feel like screaming back at her, I refuse to talk low about my mate. If you wish me to do so, you can go fuck yourself."

King Vegeta ignored the fact his son was rather…nettled. He wanted to ask why, but he wouldn't get an answer. So it was a best bet to keep the question to himself and ask the other questions.

"How did you reach your Super Saiya-jin status…?"

"When I was in space approximately two weeks after my son's birth. I stayed there for a couple of months so that I could reach this form. So that I can defeat Kakarot."

"So you found Kakarot?"

"Yes. Where is that fool, Bardock, father?"

"Why?"

"I'm sure he'll be so glad that his son defeated Furiza."

Vegeta was obviously not in a good mood. He was snapping at his father, and dropping the F-bomb like mad. Being in Hell seemed to be taking a toll on him already. He could sense Furiza and he rather not face that lizard at the moment. He was already ready to punch his father in the face for asking such stupid questions.

"How in the hell did you know about these things anyway?"

"We got sources, Vegeta."

"Tell me."

"As if I should. You disrespecting me…"

"Don't you dare go there! I don't want to hear it at all! I have suffered enough living on the Earth, and already I think I rather have stayed on Earth to be a slave of that jelly pink doughnut than listen to you rant about my life! I don't care about how you wanted me to be. This is how I turned out, and you might as well get used to it!"

The young prince panted once he was done. It was the first time ever he had nearly gotten his aggression against his father out. He wasn't even done yet, holding the rest of his rants back in his throat. He growled at the King and padded past him.

He was too pissed off, as it is to continue the conversation before he flew off to the other side of the rocks, The King stood up and spoke.

"Suffer? You're in the good life, son. You didn't suffer. Your suffering ended with Furiza died."

Vegeta's eye twitched. His fists clinched tightly while his body pumped up in anger. His teeth clinch together as he let out a terrible scream that woke up the demons under the rocks. His hair transformed into a beautiful golden color that made the King jump.

"My suffering ended!? It has not ended! You don't even know that half of it, you old bastard! Ever since that bastard Kakarot took over, as the universe's strongest! And what am I? I'm second place! How am I supposed to feel? Hm? I'm absolutely pissed at the fact that he would always be stronger than I! I am the Prince, dammit! I am supposed to be the strongest one ever! The ultimate super Saiya-jin that will rule! How dare you tell me that my suffering has ended when I have yet to defeat the one person that will always be one step up from me!"

He stopped powering up, and stood. He glared at his father, and held up his palm to his father's face.

"Get out of my way."

"Vegeta, how dare you-"

"Get out of my way unless you want to be evaporated, old man."

King Vegeta stared in shock, almost in awe that his own son was willing to kill him. He stood up and moved to the side.

"Why are you like this? What is wrong with you?"

Vegeta stopped cold in his steps, clinching his hands while glaring at the ground.

"My family."

He gritted his teeth, keeping himself from showing any type of weakness to his father. He was angered at the fact he felt his salt tears run down his bronze cheek, showing the ultimate weakness that is tears. He lifted his hand, and rubbed his cheeks clean of evidence before turning to his father.

"I died. That's what's wrong. I died before I could prove that I could kill Kakarot. And protect my family."