AN: I just wanted to say that I'm going to be deleting most of my fan fiction stories on each of my accounts. I am in the point in life where my time on here is very limited. I don't want to have your guy's hopes up for the updates that aren't going to happen. So, no matter what ones have the most views, reviews, or anything else, if I don't feel for it anymore, most likely, it is going to be deleted. Sorry for the inconvenience.
This one, however, I am going to update whenever I can.
This is a little filler chapter while I get into the groove of it again.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
As the android had spoke, Vegeta was thrown back into his thoughts. He wanted to focus on the machine in front of him, be a burning question kept him from the reality of the real world. The question had his stomach in knots, as if a knife was twisted deep into his heart.
Try as he might, Vegeta couldn't get out of the thoughts plaguing his mind. Her voice chilled him to the bone, igniting the question. It flared out in red lights in his mind. Why had he felt that he should care about humanity?
That thought led into others. What was that feeling of despair for the humans that he didn't even care about? Why had he felt protective over the world, as if the humans actually meant something to him?
Somehow, those thoughts felt wrong. There was something more to this reason for wanting her and her brother killed. He had to think about it before the answer itself popped into his mind.
He didn't care about the humans getting killed by the blasted machine. He honestly didn't. His mind wandered a bit more. The reason was because he wanted to kill all of them by himself. He wanted all the power. That was why he felt that need. He was sure of it.
It didn't stop another thought from forming, troubling the Sayian Prince's mind once again. Why did he feel that strongly about killing the androids at that moment? Why did he even care that they would get rid of most of the problems, leaving only few things to worry about for Vegeta?
The answer that he had gained seemed to be flawed, once he thought about it. Why did it feel a tiny bit wrong? Vegeta clenched his fists, turning away from the group. Only his thoughts could be heard, and they drowned out the rest of the group. Anger rose in his chest. Not having the answer agitated him a lot. He never doubted anything. "Vegeta, Prince of all Sayian's, is always correct."
They were strong; he'd give them that. They would get rid of most of the stuff for him. He feared that they would overpower him. Since he had met Goku and the others, Vegeta had realized that he wasn't as strong as he thought he was.
Realizing where his thoughts had ventured, Vegeta growled at his confirmed answer. He was afraid of them coming after him next. They would take him out, leaving him with less and less dignity than before. His pride was being hurt. That's all it was. At that moment, when they hadn't let him kill the blonde, he knew that he would never win if she had been conscious.
Still, with that answer, one that made him angry as hell, he couldn't help but wonder why the first words to come out of his mouth when he was denied his chance at blasting her into oblivion were about saving the humans. Could he be going soft?
Vegeta shook his head, his heart beating faster. He didn't want to think about it. They meant nothing to him.
He still couldn't help but wonder.
AN: Like I said, short chapter. I hope it explained some of What was said in a review. I need to get into the flow of this story.