Profile of a Saiyan Prince

01. Appendage and the moon

drabble by Bulmapsut

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(At some point during the three years)

It was in moments like this, while gazing at the moon from the terrace of the Earthling complex owned by the Corporation, that a strange nostalgia overtook him. Throughout his interplanetary travels, he had seen many moons before getting used to this one. There were planets with two or three satellites, he knew them of varying sizes, even in different colors, but only a few emitted the necessary waves for a Saiyan's transformation. To tell the truth, there were few moons that matched the one from his home planet, Vegeta-sei. Conveniently enough, this particular moon was one of them.

When the October moon flooded the night sky, a magnificent and luminous sphere, he missed his tail. There were times when the moon was so large and reflected so much light that the scar where his appendage once stood would twinge, as it did this dawn. He truly missed it. It wasn't just part of his genetics or heritage; it was incredibly useful. Like an extra limb, he could grasp objects with it, use it for balance, and when he coiled it around his waist, it served as a source of comfort. In the anxiety of battle, simply feeling it wrapped around him would soothe him. The fur that covered it was soft and warm to the touch. He had always taken it for granted, commanding it at will. It expressed his emotions, like a hunting animal: joy, caution, anger—each with specific movements he knew well.

Since that fat Earthling had cut it off, all those sensations had vanished. A part of him had painfully disappeared. Sometimes, like a phantom limb, he could almost feel its swaying when he was excited or sensed danger. He remembered how the tremor used to begin at the base of his tail and ripple up his spine. Needless to say, without it transforming was impossible. So much wasted power. There was no point in getting angry about it, since he would never get it back, yet the nostalgia remained.

A sound behind him snapped him out of his thoughts. The rustle of sheets shifting in the bedroom. He smirked slyly. He missed it for other reasons too... more diverse uses… He certainly longed for it when he saw the Earthling woman deeply focused on working on one of her bots, unaware of his presence. How he would have liked to silently lift those tiny dresses she wore and wrap his tail around her waist, quickly pulling her towards him, leaving both hands free to act. He felt another shiver, once again at the spot where his lost appendage had been. Now, only that ugly scar remained, though it too was sensitive to touch, to caress...

Once the origin of identity and status, of limitless power, and subtle pleasure wasted by the ignorance of such Earthlings. He stared at the glowing orb for several intense seconds. All that was left for him was the moon. No one on this mudball of a planet felt what he did when staring at it. The moon had a special meaning for him. That's why he enjoyed waiting for the early hours, the solitude of the night, to admire it.

"Isn't it beautiful?" the drowsy voice slightly tensed him.

"Hmph." She had no idea just how true that was.