Four fingers – drumming continuously on the table. Attached to those fingers is a body of a man, a Saiyan man, a prince who is currently seething and dwelling in anger. As he is seated next to the kitchen counter on the second level of the ship, glaring into nothing but empty space, angry clouds and thoughts clogs at his personal space, inviting him to swallow it whole.
He had not been himself ever since he left the earth. He had been grumpier than before, angrier than before, quieter than before, and much more violent than before. He was in a killer's stupor and doesn't even realise it until he had almost hurt Oika just a few days back, now he's just afraid he would really kill her off the next time - because whatever she does irritates him, she is a troublesome creature and too bad that she's mute, and she looks like the woman.
He knew that lately he wasn't in very good terms with happiness, much less being stoic and emotionless. In fact, he was filled with emotions – mostly rage and anger. He knew that it definitely had to do with Bulma. Everything has to do with Bulma.
He remembers the pain which tugged in his heart when Yamcha had blurted out some stuff which wasn't supposed to be said. In fact, he was sure he wasn't supposed to know about it, but fortunately for him, he was able to clarify some things about Bulma – he now thinks she isn't worth it at all.
She had made him believe that she had been vulnerable and a victim of rape. Hell, he even took the initiative to seek vengeance, just for her and then what? He got a slap in the face for being the one at fault just because of that. No wonder Bulma was angry when she had found out about Yamcha's manhood demise.
He remembers the night she came home from the hospital and had gave him an earful, a smack in the face too. To top it off, she had told him to leave the grounds of her home planet and never to return, but lady fate had other plans for him he had no choice but to return to the godforsaken mudball.
The last time he saw Bulma, he really wanted to twist her neck, but a certain feeling in him stopped him from doing so. He knew he was on the verge of exploding the whole damn planet but he just didn't want to care anymore. In fact, he almost meant it when he said Bulma didn't mean a thing to him, but he also knew he would be lying to himself.
In actual fact, Bulma means a lot to him. Maybe even more than he had hoped for but he just don't know it yet. He admits that Bulma and he had created something which no one has ever created with him before – a special bond. One of between mates.
She was special to him. He had even felt safe to call her his and that she belongs solely to him and only him. She was his to hate, to hurt, to punish, to possess, to protect, to keep, to touch, and even to love. She was different than other women he had ever met, and because of that, he was still confused with the fact he had treated her differently than most females.
But, she has hurt him deeply. The pain he felt was somewhat the same as he had felt when his father, the great King Vegeta, had sold him to the infamous blasted tyrant years ago and because of that, he had to swallow decades of physical and mental pain and torture. He was always alone, always by himself.
He took the initiative to make no friends for he had never trusted anyone. Not even his two comrades. To him, they were nothing but his slave and servant, one who should obey, respect and take his orders and commands without questions asked.
He was also able to relate the pain when he found out that his home has been destroyed completely. Not an ounce of dust was left. He remembered hiding in the corners of his quarters for days, unwilling to appear for any summons of the tyrant. He remembered crying. The silent tears that rolled down his puffy cheeks then were the last that ever fell because he vowed to himself that he will never let anyone take what is his again.
Never.
Because of that, he had resorted to strive, to be the strongest, to be the most evil, most merciless, and to be the best. No one shall be stronger than him and no one shall take his rightful place as king and ruler of the strongest in the universe.
But, of all the years he had received pain and torment; it was never as bad as now. He took in a deep staggering breath and buries his head in the same hand which fingers were drumming on the table top. He closes his eyes and thought about the time Bulma and he had shared just weeks back. That week alone meant a lot to him and he didn't know why but he just had this feeling that he can never let go of it.
Perhaps that was why he changed his mind to destroy the earth and just walk away and leave.
"More like a change of heart," he scoffed and chuckled nervously thinking that he was going insane soon.
He really had no idea why he was feeling this way, or why was feeling anything at all. All he knew is that he's disheartened and angry with Bulma for deceiving and lying to him the whole time and here he thought he was doing her a damn favour.
He snaps his head up when he heard a loud clang in one of the rooms. He narrows his eyes at the direction of the sound and got up from his position. He proceeded to where the sound was coming from and was shocked to find out that it came from his quarters.
He scowls and stomp towards the room, and without knocking he smacks the door open and barge in. His eyes widened when he saw Oika standing in front of his closet with the closet door still open. She was looking back at him, eyes wide like she had been caught snooping around.
Vegeta glare at her and cock his head to the side. He took in his surroundings but everything seems to be organized and in order, except for the wardrobe and the object that she is holding onto. Snapping his eyes back to hers, he interrogated her.
"What the fuck were you doing?!"
Oika trembled as she lifted her hands up in defence, shaking her head frantically trying to tell him that she wasn't doing anything. Vegeta stride angrily towards her and tries to grab a hold of her but she darted away from underneath his arms to the other side of the room and bolted out through the door.
He noticed the object which she was carrying resembles a box and it looked rather familiar but thought less of it and chased after her. She ran up the stairs and towards the main GR. She continues to run towards the console and crouch on the floor, hiding behind it while clutching the box tightly to her chest. She was out of breath, afraid and frightened of Vegeta as she looked around her surroundings, hoping that Vegeta wouldn't find her there.
"Ooikaa..." Vegeta sang her name, calling for her as he stealthily tip toe up the stair case.
"Where are you, Oika? Come out so I can see you, you know I can't hear you..."
Oika clench her eyes tight and bit on her lower lip. She suppresses a cry as tears starts to roll down her cheeks. She recalls the time he had hurt her, just several days back. He was moping around as usual, since the day they left earth. He wasn't the same as when they had just met, but more ruthless. She thought him insane because there was one time she found him in the top level of the ship, laughing manically to himself, which shocked her greatly for she had never seen him acting like that before.
That was the time he hurt her. He had sensed her and quickly faltered his laugh to turn around and fazed from his spot to stand directly behind her. He lifted his fingers to circle around her neck and slammed her back to his chest. He squeezed her neck tighter, completely cutting her airway as she gasped and choked desperately for air.
He was pissed with everything that time, with Bulma, with Yamcha, and with himself for being weak – with everything. So when he was acting all delusional, he thought he saw Bulma when Oika appeared. He really wanted to kill the earthling but when his senses returned and realised that this was Oika instead of Bulma, he immediately released her and stumbled backwards.
She pried herself off of him, quickly turned about and look wide eyed at him, her hands soothing her neck trying to catch her breath. She too stumbled several steps backwards away from him. She didn't need him to tell her to fuck off, because at that moment, she didn't want to be anywhere near him. So she ran down the stairs, barged into her quarters, slammed the door and never saw him again for she tried to avoid him as much as possible - until now.
"There you are..."
Oika snaps her eyes wide open and saw a pair of boots in her view. She slowly traces her gaze from the feet and to his eyes. He was smirking evilly as he stares down at her from his nose. His eyes read madness and she jumped to her feet, ready to run again but was held back as Vegeta pulled onto the back of her hair and brought her head towards his face.
"Think you can run away from me, huh?!" he whispered angrily into her ears, his hand jerking onto her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck.
Tears kept flowing down her cheeks as she wails in silent pain. She drops the object she was holding and wound her hands around his wrists, gripping tightly onto them as she tries to reduce his force but it was no use. He was much stronger than her, so much stronger.
His other hand circled her neck and squeezed it till she starts to choke. She let go of the hand that is jerking on her hair and grip onto the one that is choking her. She scratches his wrist, dig her nails deep into his flesh and still he wouldn't let go. He was already way too gone to let his rationality take over his right mind as bloodlust overtakes his senses. Thinking wasn't the best trait in his system right now because all he knows is that he's feeling really good.
"Never touch what belongs to me, you contemptuous bitch!"
Her eyes began to roll backwards into her head and all Vegeta can see is the sclera of her eyes protruding from her sockets. He was choking her so hard he didn't even realise that her hands had release her grip on his wrist and fell limp to her sides.
Feeling no struggles from beneath him at all, Vegeta release his grip on her neck but made no intentions to move. His breathing was hard and heavy as the adrenaline in him begins to lower down. Beads of sweat rolls down from his forehead to his chin and drips onto his suit. His hands, still gripping onto Oika's neck and hair only stayed idle as he tries to get himself together.
Her face was still next to his as he glares into the metal wall a few feet from them. His breathing now calmed a little and a smirk began to form on his face. Narrowing his eyes as he stares into the empty spot he turns his head slightly to the side and plants a soft kiss on Oika's pulse-less temple.
Without a thought, he releases her entirely and let her drop to the floor. She lay there on the metal surface, limp and lifeless. Oika is dead, and Vegeta killed her.
Looking down onto the lifeless form below him without any expression or emotion written on his face, he stumble back a few shaky steps while his unreadable eyes were still fixed on her. He stops as his back touches the main console and he slides down to sit where Oika had hid herself from him earlier.
He leans his head on the outer wall of the console and turn to stare into the ceiling. He knows he is now feeling differently than the rest of the days. In fact, he felt good, he felt better. He smirks at that thought and closes his eyes. Taking in a full breath, he admits that it feels great to get the anger and rage out of his system, even if it means taking lives.
On the other hand, as his senses begin to return to him on a slow pace, he felt a slight tinge of guilt that Oika was his victim and not some random alien thugs in space. He scoffs at the irony of him being the one who had saved the mute slave from being violated and killed yet he is her murderer today. He laughs and chuckles at the sudden twist of fate like a mad man who was possessed. He had only one thing to say about all this.
It's just too bad for Oika.