Author's Note: According to one of my reader and reviewer he/she wanted to know what I think about abortion. I only have one word to say so here goes - Sinful. ^_^ Thanks for asking that if not I would not realise that I had never taken lightly with the act of abortion. I might have crazy thoughts like Bulma in the beginning but I guess I have just portrayed my real views on abortion in my last chapter. ^_^ Thanks and remember to review Original Sin!!! xoxo.

Four months have gone by in just a blink of an eye. Many things have changed since Vegeta left. Everything and everyone on earth seems to be calmer and at peace, including the residents of Capsule Corporation.

"No, I've told you so many times! I want it painted beige! B-E-I-G-E, BEIGE or are you stupid?!"

"We're so sorry Ms. Briefs, but—" stammers the contractor who was hired to renovate the room for the coming baby.

"Look here, mister!" she pointed out with a scowl plastered on her face, but getting rather exhausted with everybody, her face faltered, crossed her arms and let out a huff of air.

"Okay, let me put it this way. I wanted beige, and you said 'good choice', but there's only one problem. This-isn't-beige. This-is-dark-blue."

"Ms. Briefs, we will re-do the painting—"

"Dark blue looks great, Bulma dear!" Mrs. Briefs interrupted with her chirpy self as she barged into the room where Vegeta's room once was.

"Mom, please let me handle this—"

"Seriously, honey. You have to take it easy, especially with the baby," said Dr. Briefs who followed suit after his wife. "And I think this is a fantastic colour for my grandson's room, don't you think?" he stated proudly, looking at the new surroundings.

Bulma stared dumbfounded at her parents. She didn't want her son's room to be dark or blue for that matter, mainly because it is Vegeta's favourite colour. It has to be, since that most of his attires are of that colour, so she didn't want anything to be particularly associated with that insufferable man to remind her of him. Letting a sigh of frustration and annoyance, she turned back to the head contractor.

"Fine, this colour will just have to do, but I want every other deco's, lights, built-in wardrobe, bathroom, bathtub, to be changed and replaced according to my new blue print and make no mistakes this time!" and she turned on her heel with a scowl on her face and walked out of the room.

"Sure thing, Ms. Brie—" SLAM! And everyone in the room jumped.

All who was in the room turn their heads to the door, and the woman who was retreating from it on the other side. The elder Briefs turned back to the contractor and gave him a sheepish smile for their daughter's exaggerated reaction. The contractor looked back at them gingerly, frowned and shook his head in mild annoyance. He had never come across any client who is as hard-to-handle as Bulma Briefs.

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Four months in space, is not unusual for the once super elite, but four months in space with a dead corpse living in close proximity is unnerving our saiyan prince to no end. So one week into the death of Oika, he had removed her from the bed, cleared everything from the freezer (Of course, he made sure he ate everything in it) and placed her in there, because if he didn't, the ship is going to stink of rotting flesh.

Four months have passed, and all Vegeta did was trained and trained and train some more. Every time he exerts to the brink of exhaustion, he could feel it – all the time. He felt the change of energy in him each time he pushes himself but the energy doesn't seem to increase anymore than that. So each time he is left disappointed and disheartened. There were times when he thought of fucking it all and give up, but each time it happens, there's that energy again, swallowing him whole, taunting him and tempting him, telling him 'here I am, come and get me' – then he is at it again, pushing and exerting himself like a mad man on steroids.

There is no night nor day to tell him how far gone he is in space, but when the light on the screen blinked uncontrollably for approximately three days, only then did he remember they had set a course previously and realise they were reaching Oika's planet. Vegeta walked towards the control room and looked out into the window. All he sees is a mudball with a really thin atmosphere whirling around it. Underneath that thin layer were electrical sparks engulfing and licking the whole planet, giving it an intimidating surface.

Frowning hard on his lips, he pressed on the button, commanding the ship to descend. Another three minutes or so, the ship would cut through the thin atmosphere and the electrical sparks and no doubt it will send the ship in a violent journey down. So he quickly turned to strap himself in the chair and wait it out.

Upon descending, lucky for him the ship landed safely on flat grounds. No doubt that this was the once advanced Planet Nephalon which Oika was talking about when they had first met – her home planet. He knew about her planet because he had read about the purge in the records but what he didn't know was that bastard Frieza left nothing when he purged this planet.

'Pity.' He thought.

Although the planet has been in ruins for at least six or seven years now, it is still Oika's home planet and it was her wish to be brought back here – and here she is. He thought he should fulfil her final wish of him. It's just too bad that she could never see how her planet had turned out to be but maybe it is for the best.

He turned from the main control room and proceeded towards the kitchen freezer. He had to pass by the GR grounds before he could reach the staircase. So as he was walking through the metal floor of the GR, something crossed his path and causes his foot to step on it and crush it.

He lifted his foot and stared at it with mild annoyance. It was the box which Oika was holding onto as if her life depended on it before he decided to end her existence.

Furrowing his brow with a scowl plastered on his face, he bent down to push away small wooden debris which scattered from being crushed and his brow frowned deeper when all he sees is a piece of photograph and a necklace. He gingerly picked up the photograph first.

Looking at the picture at hand, he saw Oika in it. She was no more than a ten year old girl, at most. Beside her stood another girl, probably a few years younger than Oika, who bears the same eyes, hair and ears as Oika and behind them, each hugging one child were most probably their parents. They must be, since it was easy to identify their similarity in features.

He turned the photograph around and noticed there were inscriptions written on it in a language which he could only remember vaguely. If he's not mistaken, it says an 'I love you, from Mom and Dad'. Taking in a deep breath, Vegeta almost felt his heart dropped. He bit on his inner lip, a thin line form on his face. Once again, his mind replayed the scene of how he came to kill Oika – it was because of this box. He had thought she was snooping around with his things and when he saw her holding onto this small box, he assumed she had taken his belonging. No wonder he never gave it much thought.

The rest which took place after that, he'd rather forget. He closed his eyes and tried to push the images of Oika out of his mind. He let out a deep sigh and looked down at the remaining item from the box.

Using only two of his fingers, he lifted the silver necklace from the floor and hang it eye level in front of him. He cocked his head and noticed that there was a pendant attached to it in the middle in the shape of a circle, probably made out of silver as well. In the centre of the circle lays a diamond shaped rock, glittering in a rich rusty sapphire hue but when you turn to the sides, it changes colour – a rare gem. He knew this because Bulma had a collectible stash of it in her room locked away.

Engraved around the circle were words of the same language as the picture. If memory didn't fail him, it isn't a word, but a name. It says 'Ikio' – must be her sisters. Oika must have retrieved it after her sister was killed, or she wouldn't have kept this along with the photograph.

Feeling the guilt coursing through his being once again, only this time it seems to be worse than before, he shuts his eyes tight and shook his head in remorse, his hand clenched tight as he clutches onto the necklace. Never had he felt this way for murdering a living being before. It feels like shit.

Holding onto the two memorabilia of Oika's, he proceeded to the freezer located in the kitchen's store to retrieve Oika's body. She will be buried in the land of her home, along with the two items of hers. Even though she's dead, he hoped she did not die in vain for her final wish was to be here and home alas she will be.

He carried the frozen body in his arms and brought them out of the ship. When he descended from the ship and to the grounds of Nephalon, he quickly took in his surroundings. The electrical jolts were everywhere and if he made one wrong move, he would be charred indubitably. About eighty metres away from where he stood, there was a line of rock mountains. It would be good burial grounds so he turns to fly there, at the same time he was cautious with the electrical sparks that was dancing aimlessly around him.

Standing at the foot of the rock mountains, he placed Oika's body on the ground. Somehow the electrical spark does not reach that area so he thought it was the perfect place to bury her. Without another thought he sum up an energy ball and blast at the ground, making a really huge hole in it. There was just enough space to bury her in there.

Picking her body up and finally slowly lowering her down into the seven feet hole, he threw in the two items along with her. At least they are now where they belong –with her, and she too can now belong where she is supposed to be. Taking a few steps back, he turned to the rocks just above the burial ground and blast at the rocks, bursting them into rubbles and sand. They tumble down into the hole, completely covering it as they pile up.

'Rest is peace, Oika.' He silently prayed as he stares stoically at the grave, hoping that she had finally found peace.

Seeing that his work is done, he turns to leave the site. As he was about to take the first step towards the ship, a sudden explosion came from the grounds not far from his ship.

"What the—!"

And another explosion came behind him and then another one not far from his left. He spins around aimlessly as shock rushes through his veins. What was happening?!

And then another crash, and another explosion - they seem to be coming from everywhere!! There can only be one explanation.

He snaps his head towards the skies and his eyes widened and his mouth agape at the horrifying scene above him. Hundreds, perhaps millions of falling meteors of different giant sizes surrounds the skies are heading right towards him. He felt his heart stopped as he continued to stare shocked at the frightening meteor rain. He couldn't move a limb or a muscle until one rock the size of an air car came crashing down directly at him.

He quickly shook himself out of his stupor and flew out of its path and as he hangs in mid air with shock written all over his face, something caught his vision at the corner of his eye. He snaps his head towards the ship and then above it – a rain of unstoppable meteors.

"Oh, fuck..."