Chapter 3
Fires raged in the distance, consuming what had once been a beautiful metropolis. Now, there was nothing but rubble and corpses.
"Prince Vegeta, come in!" A voice crackled through his scouter radio, interrupting his survey of yet another desolate alien wasteland.
"What is it?" he snapped impatiently, the weariness and monotony of his task palpable in his voice. It had been three days since he had been stationed on this distant outpost. He despised planetary elimination missions, so much needless death and destruction, civilizations lost within the blink of an eye should they not acquest to Frieza's authority.
"I have unfortunate news from Lord Frieza," the voice replied hesitantly. "Planet Vegeta was struck by an asteroid," their voice noticeably trembled, "and it has been destroyed."
The words hung in the air, echoing hollowly in Vegeta's ears. His mind refused to process the magnitude of the tragedy. But as the silence stretched on, he realized the brutal reality of the situation.
"I am sorry for your loss, Prince Vegeta." The voice continued solemnly, starkly contrasting Frieza's subordinates' usual arrogance. "We are working to find other survivors, but as of now," they swallowed, "you are the last surviving Saiyan."
Vegeta didn't reply, his thoughts consumed by a whirlwind of disbelief, rage, and sorrow. How could this have happened? How could he be the only one left? He felt like a physical weight was pressing down on his chest, squeezing the air from his lungs.
"Prince Vegeta? Are you still there?" The voice asked, its concern evident.
Vegeta's fingers tightened around the scouter, the fragile device crumpling in his grip. His mind flashed to Kagome, the woman who had captured his heart and soul. The woman he had left behind on Planet Vegeta, promising to return and make her his mate.
The realization of her loss hit him with the force of a physical blow. Tears burned his eyes, the anguish and despair too much to bear. He fell to his knees, the ground trembling with the power of his unleashed emotions.
"I should have been there," He whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with grief. "I should have been with her."
A roar of broken fury escaped his throat, a wild burst of energy radiating from his body. The landscape trembled under the force of his rage, his anguish, as he pounded the earth with his fists, screaming his agony to the heavens.
Hours passed, and Vegeta remained lost in his pain, the devastation of his world and the loss of his love etched deeply into his soul. He knew that nothing would ever be the same again, that his life would be forever marked by the heartbreak of his past.
"I'm so sorry, Kagome," He whispered, the words barely audible through his tears as he cried into the dirt, his body shaking with each painful breath.
"I'm so sorry."