I Can Finally Say...I Love You

“Italic” represent Vegeta’s direct thoughts at the time, or as I like to call it, is the
“Little voice” in his head telling want he don’t want to know

I would like to thank LisaB for her wonderful and speedy beta reading on this fic. And of course I do not own DB/DBZ/DBGT or any of other amazing creations of Akira Toriyama sensei.

This Fic. is Vegeta’s POV on how things went between him and Bulma, Mainly his thought on how things were and should have been. And of course leading to the main theme of the contest…the realization of his true feelings for Bulma.

Disclaimer: I do not own DB, DBZ, DBGT or any of Akira Toriyama- sensei wonderful creations. I got no money so don’t sue me.


I Can Finally Say…I Love You

How many years has it been…fifteen…twenty? I can’t even think of it in terms of years anymore. I am at a point in my life I’ve never thought I’d see myself in. I’ve done so much evil; I’ve caused so much pain…so much misery. I hardly deserve of any it.

My daughter waves at me from where she plays with that annoying whelp, Gohan’s brat…she smiles at me, her blue eyes shining with the same devotion she always shows, she loves me, truly loves me, with that selfless and innocent love I thought did not exist.

I nod to her, looking as I always do, detached, uninterested, but deep down I melt as I do every time those tiny blue eyes turn to me, every time she calls me ‘Papa’

A shadow blocks my view of my little princess. Annoyed, I look up to threaten the life of whoever it might be. I meet pale eyes, encased in lavender hair.

“Toussan, I thought you might be training. I wanted to spar with you.” The boy always seeks my approval, always seeks to get close to me, to get my attention…doesn’t he know how proud I am of him, how undeserving I feel to be his father? Probably not, I have never really shown him or anybody save my little princess any feeling other than annoyance or disgust. They should all know me by now…know how I feel, know that I… love them.

“I want to rest today. I might even take your mother out later on,” I say to the still hopeful boy. He grew up nicely. He’s taller than me, thank Kami, and if I might say so myself, very handsome. He took the best of both worlds literally speaking, as intelligent as his mother and as strong as me… a true masterpiece of a child.

Father, if you could only see me now, I thought with a sad smile. He’d probably be turning on his grave, disgusted at how weak and pathetic I’ve become. I used to think so. I used to think I was weak, but now, looking at both my children, knowing that I have a woman, a soul mate that would give her life to save mine, I realize, finally after all these years where true strength really lies.

“Take Kassan out…are you feeling alright?” my naïve one asks, smiling and sitting next to me to look at the little ones as well, or perhaps to share with me.

“Why you say that?” I turn to him, trying to look annoyed, but failing to contain the smirk that fights to come out.

“Well, you’re not really the…out andut kut kind of guy. Is it your anniversary?

“What is that?” I ask, feigning ignorance. Of course I know what that is, the woman yells at me year after year over the fact I never remember it…the woman.

“If not, then…can Bra and I come with you, maybe we can go to a fancy restaurant and have everything they have on the menu for dinner? I don’t know about you Toussan, but that sounds like a plan to me.” His speech running out of breath at the prospect of going out together. We seldom do, though at the woman’s insistence we share our meals together as a family. I am not the kind to go out and display my family to the world. But Trunks, always the sentimental fool…no, not fool, just pure hearted, finds it rewarding. I do smirk then, a few years ago I would have cursed at him for even looking the way he did, but now, now it actually sounded good to share an evening out with my family. Kuso! Kakarotto must be rubbing on me.

“If you want,” I say and he beams at me then leaps to where his sister and that brat are.

“Guess what Bra-chan? Toussan is taking us out to eat tonight!” Her little face turns to me… Gods, she looks like Bulma... It makes my heart ache sometimes, how similar, yet how different.

“Really, Papa?” she runs to me, jumps on my lap and puts her little arms around my neck and gives me one of those sloppy things she call kisses. I smile at her. It is so easy to smile at her, so natural.

“Can I choose the place, Papa?” her little arms around me tighten, I look over at her brother and see, or rather feel his contentment.

“It was Trunks’s idea,” I speak softly to her, the only one I speak to so. “I think he should choose the place.” I hear him gasp in surprise.

“Awwww, no fair,” Bra says. “So, can I choose your clothes then, Papa?”

“Yes.”

“Yay!! I get to dress Papa, you’re gonna look soooooooo cute.” I cringe at the sound of that.

“Who’s going to look ‘sooooooo cute?’” Bra jumps off me and runs to meet the owner of the new voice. I turn as well and met her eyes, her big blue eyes, eyes that speak a thousand words, eyes that can’t hide anything from me.

“Papa is taking us out today, Mama! You too. He wants us to look like princesses.” I blush slightly as Bulma’s eyes deepen on mine, inquiring.

“I don’t know about you Bra-chan, but I always look like a princess.” She smirks at Bra and me. She does it just like me, has for a few years now. She lets the child down and comes to sit by me, Bra returns to play with Pan and Trunks spars with the both of them, shouting and laughing loudly.

“And to what do we owe this honor, Vegeta-sama?” that sultry voice that never ceases to caress my senses asks, as she too fix her eyes on our children.

“Trunks’s suggestion,” I try to sound indifferent. Why? Out of habit maybe.

“Really?” She eyes me suspiciously. Even if no one else has noticed my changes, she cannot be fooled, she knows me too well. I should just stop trying to lie to her. It would save me a lot of embarrassment.

“I had not intended to take them. I wanted to take you someplace since you complain so damn much about it.” That was not exactly a lie. She comes and sits on my lap, putting her arms around my neck much like Bra had done a few moments earlier.

“ Do I… always look like a princess…Vegeta-sama?” I secretly love the way that sounds on her lips, and she knows it. I put my own arms around her waist and nuzzle her throat.

“Ahem!!” I look up to see Trunks standing over us. I blush and she smirks. Nothing ever embarrasses the woman. “I have to go to Goten’s place. I’m helping him with a project. I’ll be back around seven. Don’t go without me, allright?”

“It’s a promise.” The woman replies, giving him the thumps up. I grunt something along the lines of ‘If I get hungry I’m going’ to him. He smirks knowingly and takes to the air.

“You’ll hold your tummy till he comes back…won’t you Vegeta Sama?” her nose is rubbing against mine sending enough chills down my spine to forsake the outing and just take her upstairs and…

“Do I have a choice?” I ask instead.

“No”

“Then I will.” Her blue head comes to rest on my shoulder and we sit there watching our princess play. Smelling the sweet scent of her hair, I tighten my embrace as I close my eyes.

How many years has it been…fifteen…twenty? How long did it take me to come to terms with my new life, with a life I would not change for anything on this universe or beyond.

It took long enough. Too many years of unnecessary unhappiness and self-pity, too many years of causing those around me sorrow…and yet she stood by me, never faltering, never questioning. Just patiently waiting for the day I would hold her like this.

“Geeta, I’m cold,” I let my Ki wrap her like a blanket as I feel her drift off, my eyes still closed. I hear her mutter those three words I can never say but are abundant enough on her lips for the both of us, and I let my mind wonder to that time. That time I dread to remember but yet I can never forget.



+++

I stare out the window; I seem to do this a lot of late, ever since I came to this miserable mud ball. I can see the Namek-jin playing that stupid game they so came to like. Kakarotto’s half-breed brat is with them, jumping up and down with the Namek brat.

What’s their problem? Don’t they know the one who can make their lives a living hell, the one who can kill them all in less than an instant is but mere steps away? They don’t fear me. No one does anymore, not since I died.

Why I don’t kill them is beyond me. All I can do these days is hide up here; in this room that stupid onna brought me to that day, the day my life ended. The day that Saiyan, the one who don’t even deserve to live, killed the monster who turned me into what I am. The monster I and no one else should have killed.

“Vegeta!” I hear the onna yell. Can’t she just leave me alone? Can she not understand that I don’t want her or any of them around? The others are at least wiser and have kept their distance, but the woman…

“Vegeta, come down here! I’ve got something to show you!!” To show me? What is that snake plotting this time? I try my best to ignore her and continue gazing at those below.
‘Kuso, I can’t take this anymore!’ I drop to the floor and start with some push-ups. I can’t even fucking train on this miserable world…with no opponents, no tools, no…

“Vegeta!” that stupid onna shouts again, this time she knocks on my door, something she rarely does, since I never open it, but her insistence this time is more than I can bear. “Open this door, Vegeta!!!”

“SAMA, Vegeta-SAMA!” I yell as I open the door and get in her face.

“I got something for you Vegeta …sama.”

“Hmph…what can you possibly have that can hold any interest to me, foolish woman?”

“I’m feeling very good today, so not even you’re venomous mouth can put me down.”

“Is that what you had for me…idiotic words?”

“Come, it’s right outside.” She walks away expecting me to follow. I do, more out of curiosity than anything else. We walk the endless labyrinth-like corridors in silence, as we get outside, the others stop in their tracks, staring at us.

“Here it is.” I look up to see what she pointed, a ship, I see a ship. Funny, I never noticed it before, but it must have been there all along. I smirk at her.

“Can’t wait to see me gone, woman?”

“Oh it’s not that. I wouldn’t let you loose in the universe if my life depended on it,” she winks at me in that annoying, disrespectful way of hers, “it can’t fly yet, but it has a feature you might be interested in.”

“Interested?”

“Yup…do you know how Son-kun got so strong in so little time, after defeating you?”

“He didn’t defeat me!” I yelled louder than I meant to, that she even suggested something so ridiculous should have been enough to grant her death…but yet I did not move a muscle.

“Whatever…Gravity, Vegeta, he trained in a gravity room I prepared for him.”

“Gravity?”

“You and that bald man said the gravity on this planet was laughable, so I modified a room on the ship where gravity could be manipulated. You said the gravity on Vegeta-sei was at least ten times more than earth, so we had Goku train in a hundred times the gravity on earth’s surface.” I looked at the woman, hiding my amazement.

“Are you saying that I can use this ship to train?”

“Yup.”

“Why would you allow this?” I hear the others gasp and I see out of the corner of my eye Kakarotto’s brat coming closer to us.

“Because you seem to mope around because you can’t train…so train, and change that rotten attitude of yours.”

“Bulma-san!” the brat gasps.

“It’s ok, Gohan-chan, he won’t do anything stupid.”

“What makes you so sure?” I snapped

“Because Piccolo won’t let you.”

“WE killed him once.”

“I’m not the same weak being I was back then,” I hear the voice, but I couldn’t see the body…shit, I couldn’t even feel the bastard.

“Hmph.”

“Piccolo-san!” the whelp yells.

“I, however, don’t think it is a good idea to let him use the ship to train.” The Namek stated ignoring the whelp.

“Like you can stop me.”

“Relax Piccolo, that’s why you’re here, to keep him in check.” The woman says, winking at him…was she this loose with every one?

“Stop talking as if I’m not here woman,” I yell, and go into the open ship, “Now come here and show me how to use this.”

“Don’t worry.” She says, winking again at the Namek, running after me.

+++

“ Now, this is the gravity controller, and this is the stabilizer, and you can…”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I already told you, I don’t want you to mope around.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t think it suits you. Besides, we can always use an extra strong guy around.”

“What makes you think I’m on your side?”

“You haven’t blown us away.”

“I will do so as soon as you wish Kakarotto back.”

“Then I have until then to think of a way to stop yo
“
“Hmph.”

+++


From then on I trained myself to the bone, day in and day out, killing myself to close the gap between us. That moronic excuse of a Saiyan was too far ahead, further than he should have ever reached, and I, I am stuck here on this mud ball depending on some arrogant, obnoxious woman to survive. It kills me to be this helpless, this weak.

But no matter what I do I cannot seem to catch up. The harder I trained, the more consumed I became with my desire to surpass him. The greater the gap seemd to get…why…why?

I keep telling myself that it was the planet; the conditions in which I am reduced to live, making all kind of excuses to justify my weakness. But deep down I know I am weak…just like that monster Freeza said.


“Vegeta, breakfast is ready!!!” the woman yells…why does she bother me so, why can she not let me be like the rest of them? Is she so arrogant as to think that I can be dominated, or is she just plain stupid? From the very beginning, since Namek, her eyes have looked upon me without fear, always watching, waiting…for what?

“Are you in there, or do I have to come in and get you!!” Her voice alone annoys me to the core, but why don’t I just kill her and be done with it? Because you don’t want to…a voice in my head always seemed to reason with my judgment, but I did want to kill her…didn’t I?


The gravity suddenly drops to normal, and so do I from the spot I levitated while doing my morning meditation in the middle of the room. I hit my head on the hard floor and cursed all the devils in hell for the millionth time since I was transported here by that fucking dragon. Yet I lay on the floor, waiting for her to make her entrance.

“Here you are… If you wanted to sleep, you should have just stayed in bed.” I grit my teeth not to slap her. “Breat ist is ready, I made you’re favorite.” Favorite, what gives this woman the idea I have favorites?

“I’m not hungry,” I grunt as grumpily as I could. It hadn’t dawned on me until now how long I had been meditating. I was hungry, but I’d be dammed if I told her so.

“I know you are. Don’t lie to me.”

“Woman, I have no reason to lie to you, or to anybody for that matter. You need to stop all these ridiculous assumptions and let me be, I’ll eat where and when I please.” Satisfied with my answer I get up and leave the gravity room. Kami knows I’ll get no more training done for a while.

“That’s fine with me Vegeta, but ‘when’ you get hungry there might not be any food left. I have to feed a lot of people you know, including a five hundred pound Namek.”

“I thought Namek-jin didn’t require food.” Since when do I talk to her?

“They don’t, but they say they like it. Plus Mom loves the attention.”

“Blondie made the meal then?” Argh, I’m doing it again!!

“Yes, Vegeta, Mom made it.” I walk past her to the ng ang areas. I know my way, but of course, she runs ahead and leads the way, showing me that prominent ass of hers. Where the hell did that came from?

“Two more months for the dragon balls to regenerate.” I hate it when she starts talking to me like we’re friends or something.

“Yes, are you having your fun? ‘Cause after I defeat Kakarotto, this miserable mud ball is next.” And I, like a moron, answer her every time.

“You keep saying that, but I know you won’t.”

“Keep saying that and I’ll do it just to prove you wrong.”

“Why do you feel the need to prove me wrong?” she turned sharply and I bumped into her. She stares into my eyes, unmoving, and I cannot break the stare. Me, one of the most powerful beings in this galaxy, cannot break away from an obnoxious woman’s stare.

“Do you mind?” is the only thing I could think of saying after an inexcusably long while.

“Uh…sure…mm…sorry.” She moves aside allowing me to continue my way. I don’t show her, but I am deeply disturbed by what just happened.

++

“Here, I know you like this,” she sets some of those things humans call eggs and bacon in front of me. I hate to admit it, but I do like them, meat and more meat was all I ever ate, even being a prince and exposed to all kinds of alien cuisine I never really cared to try any of it until now…until she made me. I eat without a word, still shaken by the episode outside. I was paralyzed, truly paralyzed, and why… Because of a woman? Kami how long has it been? Since I was brought to Freeza’s ship, yet I know I have more control and will than that. I feel a hand on my shoulder and nearly jump out of the chair.

“Are you listening to me…Vegeta?” I look into her inquisitive eyes. She did it again. She blocked my senses and surprised me.

“Of course I heard your loud mouth woman. How can I not?”

“Then why don’t you answer me?”

“Because I don’t want to.” I have no idea what she said…Gods, what is happening to me?

“Well then, I guess we go vegetarian tonight. It’ll be a nice change.” I stand wnd walk away as fast as I can, not stopping until I landed on my bed. The bed she gave me…Kuso, what the fuck is wrong with me? If I only knew things would turn out this way, I would have, I would have…what the hell I would have done? Nothing, just like then, on Namek-sei. When Freeza mopped the floor with me.

She leaves me alone, thank god. as aas afraid she would come in and start with her questions. Questions I don’t have the answer to. I look to the ceiling and I can see her face, her eyes staring right at me…agrrh, I throw a pillow to the image, why can’t I stop this nonsense, why can’t I stop thinking about her?

I finally fall to sleep, but my dreams are no more comforting than my reality.

“I’m suddenly back on Vegeta sei…as the king, I am wearing my father’s crown and royal brooch. All my loyal subjects are there, Nappa, Raditz and many more. I cannot see their faces. The double doors to the throne room open and all turn to see who is coming. I stand from my throne to receive my visitor, smiling as I reach out my hand.

“My queen” I say, and a small hand takes mine, big azure eyes meet my dark ones. I smile again and kiss her rosy lips as all in my court cheer and chant ‘Long live the King and Queen!’”

I start awake. What the hell was that about? Queen, why would I dream of that lousy, obnoxious and vulgar woman being my Queen? I get up and head to the gravity room. At least training might make me forget all this nonsense. As I pass the living area I spy her, still awake, watching one of those stupid shows on TV. I stand there watching her for a while… What was it about her? What was it that distracted me so, that made me forget my principals and do and say stupid things?

“Vegeta?” she suddenly calls. Again I didn’t notice her stirring. “What’s up?” She’s right in my face, I have to back up not to touch her nose with mine.

“What do you think is up? I’m going to train.”

“You were just standing there.”

“I was thinking of a way to pass by without having you annoy me. I guess I’m not that sharp.”

“Do I really annoy you?” she sounded hurt somehow, and for some reason it bothered me.

“I’m going.” I say, walking past her.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yes, you do.” And I was gone

+.

I train until my body is stiff, and I sleep in the ship, trying at all cost to avoid her. Somewhere in the curse of the day I had decided that would be the best course of action to take. I hardly ate, hunting every so often, when hunger clouded my vision. All the time making sure not to make any contact with those outside. From time to time someone knocks, most likely her, but I don’t respond. Eventually they stopped bothering me.

Finally the day comes. The Dragon Balls are regenerated and the wishes would be made…Finally Kakarotto, we’ll settle things. I am not very confidant, since my training hasn’t been very productive lately, but the wait if nothing else was killing me.

I step outside and am immediately assaulted by the woman.

“Vegeta! I was so worried…I mean I haven’t seen you in two two months. Piccolo said you were alright, but still, I was worried.”

“Woman, do you always have to rant so much?” I felt a shudder down my spine at the sound of her voice, she looked radiant, but if I were asked, I never would have admitted it.

“I’m sorry if someone worries about you…why the hell do I care? Anyways today I will have Yamucha back so you might as well be ant ant in mom’s garden from now on.”
muchmucha?”

“Yes, Yamucha, my boyfriend.”

“Whatever… don’t you have wishes to make?” I change the subject. I didn’t know what a boyfriend was, but I was sure I didn’t want to hear it. We walk together in silence to where the others were gathered.

The wishes were made…Kakarotto is alive! Alive and refusing to come back, what the fuck was that!! And here I am waiting for him, training, preparing myself to defeat him, putting up with the woman and the others, behaving like the perfecttlemtleman and he doesn’t give a fuck, he doesn’t care about me. Rage went through my body, I wanted to kill someone, anyone, I look up and see the woman, hugging and kissing some weakling fool. Suddenly it became to much for my shattered pride to stand…Motherfucker! Whore!! I run to the ship. I don’t know where I am going. I don’t care. I just want to leave, to put distance between me and this planet, before I took my rage out on it and destroyed it like I should have done long ago.


++

I went to the ends of hell looking for mor moron. Namek-sei wadeeddeed gone. I looked on all the planets surrounding it, all the planets outside that system, and nothing, not a trace of Kakarotto.

I started doubting he was even alive, but the dragon had said he was. Frustrated and alone, I wandered in space, training, meditating and once in a while letting my thoughts wonder back to Chikyuu…back to the woman. What the hell was wrong with me? I asked myself at least a hundred times each day. She had that whatever-his-name-was weakling. She probably was glad I was gone. But her eyes, her eyes followed me everywhere. The dream came back; in it she was not only my queen, but my woman as well. Every night they were a little longer, a little more detailed, and in the end I was downright fucking her. Every time I woke up, unfulfilled, frustrated and horny.

In hope of finding Kakarotto, I made my way back to Tsiru-sei. He was not there eit but but at least I was able to take my frustrations out on Freeza’s troops.

Gods, how I had fun with them! I took my time taking care of them, making their pain and suffering deeper than mine tenfold. Yet I was not satisfied, I would never be, not unless I defeat him…and had her…what the…! It was scary how delusional I was becoming. That fucking voice in my head was my only companion and all it did was remind me of her.


+++

I made it back to Chikyuu in one piece, but how I wished I had died alone in space…no Kakarotto, no Super Saiyan. I came back alone, empty handed and frustrated to say the least. I tried to convince myself that Kakarotto might have returned and that I could kill him very painfully, and no crazy onnas were going to sidetrack me this time. At least I hoped.

As I got off the ship, the first thing I see is her…whhe fhe fuck did she do to her hair…and why the hell do I care anyways? Next to her was that pervert pig and that silly looking cat thing. There was also another man, a very familiar man…where have I seen him?

The woman runs to me… her hair truly looks hideous… as I jump the ramp and land in front of the man, ignoring her.

“I see Kakarotto hasn’t returned yet.” I state to no one in particular. I do meet the man’s eyes, however…where have I seen him? It suddenly hits me. He was one of the so-called Z warriors who met Nappa and I when we first came to Chikyuu in search of the dragon balls and Kakarotto, the one the woman brought back to life. What is he doing here? I had hoped he was nothing more than another friend, hadn’t she said so herself. . . “boyfriend”? Then my mind remembered the last minutes I spent on this miserable planet, how they kissed and hugged. I hoped it was nothing more than my jealous mind playing tricks on me…jealous mind? No matter, I walk past him, but his words stop me.

“You mean you didn’t meet up with Goku in space
I
I look at him sourly. “I don’t have any compelling need to answer you.”

“Enough, you two, “ the woman interrupts. “Why don’t we let Vegeta take a shower.“ She stands in front of me, her eyes roam over my frame, as if this was the first time she ever saw me, giving me goose bumps. I smack myself inwardly. What was that about not letting her cloud your judgment!?

“You’re all dirty, aren’t you?” Those words should have bothered me, but the tone in which she said theade ade the hairs on my neck stand. “So… come this way.”

“Are you telling me what to do, woman? Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you right now?!”
That was all I could say not to look like an idiot at her mercy. She only snickers and beckons me with her finger to follow. I am tired and hungry, not in the best shape to argue, I tell myself, to justify this weakness and I follow her quietly… for now. I notice the others staring wide-eyed.

+

The shower soothes my aching body…How edededed one of these! I close my eyes letting the water run on my face and down my body. Why, why have you become this weak, why do you let some obnoxious woman tell you what to do? And more over, why do I let a third class baka bother me so? No, he robbed me of my birthright, my moral right, he cannot go unpunished, even if I have to search in the pits of hell, I will find him, He will tell me the secret and then he will die by my hand… Hurry up Kakarotto and come back…come back and show me your Super Saiyajin power.

“Vegeta, I left clothes for you to wear!!” I hear the woman yell. The one thing that hasn’t changed was how she called my name so much. I have never been as disrespected in my entire life as much as I have been by her, not even while on Freeza’s ship…yet you came back, that idiotic voice inside my head whisper to me.

“Did you hear me Vegeta?”

“If you call my name once more, I will blast you along with this planet.”

“Ookay.” All I can do is bite my tongue not to fall for her trick. No sense in staying in the shower any longer, she’s already ruined it. I step out and look for something to dry myself with, but of course the pampered spoiled bitch couldn’t think that I would need that, now would she?

“Onna, Onna…Chikyuu-jin onna!!” I swear I can hear the steam coming out of her ears. I smirk. Mission accomplished!

“Now listen to me and li goo good. My name is Bulma. The least you can do is call me by my name.” She stops in her tracks, unable to continue. Her eyes widen significantly and her face turns all shades of red before she turns and covers her face.

“Do you mind?”

“Mind what?”

“Covering yourself, you moron!!”

“Why?”

“Because you’re naked and I am a lady.”

“A lady.”

“What do you want? You called me didn’t you?”

“I need a drying cloth.”

“Oh…” I her her rummage around a closet, avoiding looking at me…What is the matter with her? I’ve been told I have a beautiful body, but then again, harem whores are supposed to say such things. She throws a drying cloth at me. I catch it easily and wrap it around my waist.

“What have you done with my clothes?”

“They were dirty so I put them in the wash.”

“What?!”

“I gave you angeange of clothes, alright?” I take the “clothes” she left for me. I look at them and my face turn red.

“You presume to make me, Vegeta-sama, Saiyan-jin no Ouji wear something like this?!”

“They happen to be very stylish, but if you don’t like them I suppose you can go naked, since you have no problem with it.” Again I grit my teeth…Such a vulgar woman

I dress in the ridiculous clothes. Called by the smell of meat, I step out, and I’m met by the riotous laughter of the ones outside.

“Hmm, it suits you better than I thought,” the woman snickers.

“Don’t laugh. If you value you’re lives don’t laugh!” I yell. Since when do I care what other’s think? I do, but not for such trivial matters, however the woman’s mocking laughter bothers me more than I care to admit.

“Calm down. Say, why don’t you stay here until Son-kun comes back?’

“Hmph.”

“That’s a brave front you put up, considering you have no money or a place to stay. Besides if you were to stay here, you would know exactly when Son-kun comes back.”

I think about this for a moment. Of course, I have no place to stay and of course do not need to stay here to find out when that third class idiot comes back. But I pretend to look defeated and give in to her. R now now all I wanted to do is eat as much of that meat as I possibly can. I sat down and without a warning to anyone I start eating everything on sight. The pig and the idiot sitting by him start complaining, but I pay them no mind. I notice the woman staring at me. I meet her eyes for a second and for the life of me I cannot say why I felt hot all over and that hotness seemed to concentrate on my cheeks. We both turn away sharply. I almost chocked on my food and she starts talking non-stop to the others.

Then I felt it. I felt the only Ki I have ever feared. Standing abruptly, I say the first thing to come to mind to mask the fear I feel at the moment.

“Freeza! Kakarotto, you idiot, you didn’t finish him.”

“This Ki, are you sure it is Freeza’s?” the moronic idiot by me asks, I turn and gave him a baleful look.

“Under what stupid reasoning do you think I might be mistaken about this?”

“What did you say?” He stands as if he can actually do something to back up his words. I fly away toward the force.

++

I fly, followed by him not too far behind. What the fuck can he do? I was not even able to touch the lizard back on Namek, but what do I care? If he wants to die, be my guest. All I can think is “If Freeza survived, Kakarotto went to easy on him as I feared, but never mind that, who in the world is the other with the Ki so much larger than his?”
We land in this deserted valley, at least there are no towns or people around…where did that come from?

“They should probably come down around here somewhere.” I say to the idiot after he lands.

“Are you sure about that?” What a moron, no wonder we killed him so easily.

“Anyone who doesn’t know Freeza can keep their mouths shut,” I say.

“Fuck you!”

“The fact remains, moron, I have actually fought him. What about you? Oh I forgot you haven’t fought him since you got killed.” He steps forward, fist raised, ready to hit me, I was going to respond to the fullest, if he died it would be his fault I can always blame it on Freeza, too. So I take my fighting stance fully ready to kill, when I hear her. . . .

“Hey! Yamucha! Vegeta! Hey!” That stupid woman calls from above. We both look in time to see her approaching in one of those ugly vehicles of hers.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” the idiot asks as she comes down. His tone with her is too casual. I felt some alien emotion I cannot name…at least not at that moment, but in the months to follow I would know too well.

“What do you think? I came to see Freeza. I went all the way to Namek and I didn’t get to see him once.”

“You came to see him! Surely you know how dangerous he is.” I feel disgusted at how mad I am, not at her in particular, but at them both.

“Sure I know. That’s why I came. If Freeza wanted to he could blow up the whole planet right? So it doesn’t really matter where I am. You can just say that I want to see the face of my killer.” She smiles at me in that know-it-all way of hers that I so hate. I have to admit, I had thought she was nothing but a vulgar woman…but she sure have some guts in her.

Others land by us. I recognize one of them from the fight when I first came.

“Vegeta, I see you’re back.” He addresses me. I do nothing about his casual tone, there will be time for that later, if Chikyuu doesn’t get blown up, that is.

“Sounds like you have something to say to me?” I say instead.

“Yes, I do. I have plenty of things to say to you, after all we were killed by your hand. I can’t understand how can you be fine with this,Yamucha, but I won’t forgive him.”

“Like I care, moron” I cut my eyes at them, dismissing them.

“What?!”

“Hey, this isn’t the time or place for this.” The first sensible thing the woman’s stupid friend has said so far.

“What the hell is happening? Is this really Freeza?” the weird one with the three eyes says, deciding to drop it for now

“Apparently it is.”

“I would mask my Ki if I were you, idiots. I’m sure you’ve heard of scouters, and I’m sure you know they will have them. Learn from the Namek, he’s at least doing a good job at it.” They turn to greet the Namek. Shortly after Kakarotto’s brat and baldy land by us as well. We set out to approach Freeza’s location on foot. I see the woman struggling to keep up, yet I do nothing to help her. Hmph why should I care? She has her man to do such things. All the while in the back of my mind though, I admire her will, her determination.

As we made our way to the plains, I feel another force. I froze, this was no ordinary force. This force was Saiyan, but it cannot be! Besides Kakarotto and I there are no pure bloded Saiyans, and if you count that half-breed shrimp we were all that was left..

“Who is that?” one of them asks. I am unable to answer.

“Ottousan!” the little shrimp exclaims. He too noticed the Saiyan Ki.

“This Ki is the same Goku had back on Namek-sei…” the Namek begun.

“It is not Kakarotto.” I say matter of factly, pain in my voice. At this point I don’t care anymore. What the fuck is going on here? There can’t be another Saiyan. The moron tries to fly to the battle, but I stopped him. As much as I wanted to find out as well, I didn’t want to risk my safety…the woman’s safety. The fight intensified and suddenly the Ki grew to such power, the ground shook…this can’t be…this is not happening…this was the same as. . . .

“It is Ottousan,” the half-breed brat exclaims. “It’s the same as when he turned Super…”

“Shut up, shut the fuck up!!” My rage was reaching new heights. “It’s not the same, it can’t be the same.” As I was saying this, Freezai wai was suddenly gone, just like that, one second here the next gone. I didn’t care anymore, I flew to them, and saw him, I saw the one responsible for the death of the only being I have ever feared, the being responsible for the death of my entire race…and he was indeed…SuperSaiyan. Then just as easily, he defeated the one who came with Freeza, the one with the huge Ki.
My eyes were deceiving me, but all I saw was a child. The being who defeated the most powerful force known to me was nothing more than a child.

“There’s still some time before Goku san arrives, I’m going to wait for him. You’re welcome to come with me,”he says.

He knows about Kakarotto? How? And how does he know that he is coming? I wanted nothing more than to kick his ass, but given the fact that he just killed Freeza, I just follow along with the rest and flew after the kid.
We sit staring at one another for about three hours. The boy every once in a while stares my way, then turns fast before I can see it…Hmph, Super Saiyan but not too bright The woman keeps staring at him, then whispering to baldy…Whore! Now you like babies…I got tired of this nonsense so get up to leave, but then I feel it, Kakarotto’s Ki.

He arrives in one of the Ginyu Special Corps pod. He and the supposedly Saiyan kid go off to talk. After waiting all this time, they had the nerve to make us wait more. They talk for a while, turn Super Saiyan and clash for a few moments…Kuso! It was so fast I could hardly follow, the raw power was so incredible that I am left open mouthed and more jealous than ever. Then it seemed the boy told Kakarotto some very unbelievable things; twice Kakarotto fell on his ass, for something the boy said.

Finally the brat is gone and all our questions are answered. It was unreal to say the least, but I was not going to take any chances. Besides I would not be able to fight Kakarotto until after those Androids were defeated. It will at least give me time to train, time to become what I should have been the first to become. Not only I have I been surpassed by a third class fool, but I am also surpassed by a no name little boy. So we all go our separate ways and vow to meet three years from then…in three years Kakarotto, in three years.

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Meanwhile I am reduced to stay at the woman’s house once again. At her mercy, at the mercy of her enchanting eyes.
Not only that, but I have to stand her “boyfriend” as well. Actually that is the worst part. All they do all day iol aol around, displaying disgusting slobbering all over the place, hardly a healthy condition for one to train in peace.

My ship has been ruined, so I have to wait for the woman’s father to fix it. I ask him to increase the gravity up to 400g. Of course, the old man tried to discourage me, but with a little intimidation I get what I want.

The only consolation I have is the fact that Kakarotto is here and that in three years I will finally be able to kill him.

“Vegeta, what are you doing?” the woman’s voice brought me out of my trance; my natural radar seems to fail to detect her every time.

“What, is your slave not here to amuse you so you feel the need to pest me?” I say sarcastically, the least I can do to amuse myself was get her worked up.

“No, he’s training today, so I’m all by myself.”

“Training? Now that’s funny, I didn’t think he knew what that was, tell him to give up already, better yet, tell him to keep you occupied so that I, a real man can train in peace.” Her face was starting to get hot.

“For your information Vegeta, Yamucha is really strong, one of the strongest man on Chikyuu. You will see, he’ll kick those Androids’s asses to oblivion.”

“Forgive me if my amazement leaves me speechless. Now shoo, woman. I haven’t got time to waste with you.” Her face was two seconds away from exploding.

“Anyways, I came to tell you breakfast is ready.” Just like that her anger was gone…where were the insults, where was my fire?

“I’m not hungry, I will eat later.”

“Vegeta, there are certain rules to live here. One of them is to never leave Mama with food on the table you know this. She got up really early to fix your ten men buffet.”

I look at her. She dares to tell me what to do…why don’t I just kill her?

“Since she made it I guess I can take a break now, god knows I’d get no training done if your concoctions were to give me indigestion.” I smirked at her…that never failed.

“Screw you Vegeta, screw you!!” she stormed away.

+

My gravity room was finally ready, the old man disabled the ship’s navigation capabilities, making it unable to fly, I didn’t care I was not going anywhere for the next three years. 400g, just like I asked. I started training on it right away. Before Kakarotto came back I hadn’t even gotten to the 100g limit yet. I decided to start at that. I found it very hard to move, but if Kakarotto did it I was not going to be a baby about it. Little by little it got easier to move, then to kick, then punch, then to do regular exercises. On my first day of real training I was very pleased with the progress I was making…hmph if I keep on like this I’ll catch up to Kakarotto in ime…ime…

Exhausted, I get out to go back to my room. One thing about the gravity room, I could never tell what time of the day it was, not that I cared, but I had to cover my eyes as I went out into the high noon sun. As I got out I was greeted with the very high pitched sounds of laughter, at first dismissing them, thinking it was Blondie, then a shrill scream reached my ears. No that wasn’t Blondie, that was the woman and she sounded in pain. I ran to the sound, I didn’t want to admit I was worried but indeed I was. I came to the pool area, stopping on my tracks, there I see the woman, wearing nothing but the smallest pieces of clothing I ever saw, covering only her privates, I felt the heat come to my face…and somewhere else as well. She was not alone, there was that bastard with her, chasing her around the pool, making her give those shrill cries. The moron suddenly launches himself at her, grabbing her by the waist. Everything was fine, it was only them with their obnoxious selves…but why couldn’t I leave?

Yamucha or whatever his name was, pushed her to the floor, falling on top of her, his hands all over her body…just go, just go, I kept telling myself…they’ll see you, and what the fuck are you going to tell them? But I couldn’t move a muscle; all I could see was her supple body responding to his. She opened her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Suddenly he was gone and was replaced by me. I was the rav ravaging her; Her legs were wrapped around my waist. Then her voice calling lowly…

“Not here, somebody could see us!!”

“What are you saying? Nobody ever comes here.”

My vision came to and I once again saw him on top of her, forcing her...gods it’s been so long since…

“Yamucha, stop it I said!”

“You know you want it, Bulma.”

“I said not here!!” she sounded desperate now, her legs no longer around his waist, but rather trying to kick him away. I had to do something, it was none of my business, and she brought it upon herself but… still.

“Hmph, if you want to give a show, go where there’s more of an audience.” She jumps and he just gave me a baleful look

“Vegeta!!” she fumbles with her tiny garment, I use tremendous amounts of will not to let my eyes stray. “What…what are you doing here?” I can clearly see the redness on her cheeks…Hmph; at least she had some shame.

“I’m hungry, hurry up and feed me, I have to keep on training.” I said in the hopes of getting her away from him.

“Bulma, you’re not his slave, you don’t have to do shit for him.” He kept on staring at me. The hate I felt for this man could not be called healthy.

“No, I’m not, but mama did tell me this morning to see to his meals, she’ll be out all day.” She gave him a sweet smile, and then turned to me angrily, “and you, it wouldn’t hurt to be a little nicer when asking for stuff.”

“Hurry the fuck up, I’m starving…please.” Her face turned all colors and I smirked, like I always did when frustrated. She storms to the house, and I was left there with him, he just stood there staring at me, hate as pungent as my own. I walked toward him, and I could not help but smile as I sensed his fright.

“If you ever try to force her again, I will kill you very painfully.” He seemed surprised by this, but recovered quickly.

“I was not forcing her Vegeta, we do this all the time…she’s my woman you know.” The emphasis he put on MY woman bothered me more than I want it to admit.

“Just watch yourself,” I said.

“Bulma doesn’t need a body guard, she has me, and if I’m not around, Goku can cover. You are nothing but a nuisance here, so just do your training thing and leave us the hell alone.” Those words hurt, because they were true, but I would not let him get the upper hand.

“Are you coming?” the woman came to the rescue. She had covered herself at least.

“Hmph.”

“Sure, baby!!”

We ate in silence. Of course they decided to grace me with their company. Hmph, at least they were not groping all over each other. I noticed the woman steeling glances at me. I was not sure whether I liked this.

“So, are you liking the new gravity simulator? I look up from my food to see her blue eyes shining with curiosity…did she really care?

“It’s doing its job.”

“But I mean do you think it’s better? Do you think it responds faster?”

“Bulma baby, let the man eat, he did say he wanted to go back to train and we have things to finish.” He looked right at me as he said this.

“I do think it responds faster. It’s also more stable than before. Why do you ask?” I was going to keep them here, if only so he wouldn’t get his way.

“Because I did all the modifications,” she said excitedly.

“You forgot to fix the navigational functions,” I was impressed, but of course I was not going to tell her.

“No, I did that on purpose, anyways if you need anything regarding the gravity room come to me, Ok?”

“Will do.” I felt something stir inside, and also I felt joy at the moron’s expression. I got up. I really wanted to be away from them. I made my way to the GR, I felt her force approaching me, yet I did not turn.

“Seriously Vegeta,” she began, “If you need anything let me know.”

“I always do.”

“I mean it…” she thinks on what to say for a moment, I still have my back to her. “For reasons I can’t understand I want to be your friend, and friends help each other right?” I turn to her. Of the few times I have been speechless, this is the only one I can recall clearly.

“I will.” Then I went into the safety of my training room.

+++

Things got worse from then on. My training, no matter how hard I tried, I could not seem to make any progress. My nights were plagued with her. Sleep very seldom found its way to me. I tried different approaches. I trained harder, longer, with the hopes of exhausting myself so I could have dreamless nights, I tried avoiding her, but no matter what I did she always knew exactly where I was. I tried arguing with her and degrading her to the bottom of the ocean, but she always came back for more, as if she liked any and all sorts of attention I gave her.

Still, she always seemed to be at odds with the moron…why did she even keep him around? That, amongst other things all regarding women, I will never quite comprehend. All I ever dealt with was power, fear, and intimidation. Women always did what I wanted them to…perhaps that was the reason I was attracted to her, the fact that even if I was a million times stronger than her, she did not fear me.

+

Today was one of those days when I wished I didn’t have to be around. Things start bad enough; I overslept missing half a day of training. When I came down, they were all ‘sharing’ breakfast. I walked past them as fast as I could, so I wouldn’t have to deal with them.

“Vegeta-chan,” fuck! Blondie called my name, and fome ome reason I have never been able to figure out, I could never ignore her, “aren’t you going to have breakfast dear?”

“Later.” I sad and kept on walking

“But I already made you some.” Her cheery demeanor always threw me off.

“I have to start my training…I overslept.”

“I noticed. Maybe that means you’re pushing yourself too hard.” She gave me one of those smiles of hers, meanwhile the woman just sat there, reading the paper, drinking that disgusting coffee, not speaking a word.

“Of course I’m pushing myself hard, if I don’t who will save this mud ball?” I emphasized the words, trying to goad her.

“Come, sit, a few more minutes won’t be the end of our race.” She pushed me to one of the chairs, where I sat, by the woman’s father.

“Oh, good morning Vegeta-kun,” the man said, oblivious to the whole conversation like always. The little hairball on his shoulder meowed at the same time. It’d stopped being scared of me a while ago. I nodded to the man and waited for the woman to acknowledge me, but she just ignored me. I have to admit it really bothered me.

“Did you fix my bots yet?” I asked Briefs while Blondie set a heap of eggs in front of me.

“Well I did, but I couldn’t do all the upgrades you asked for.”

“Why not? It is simple enough. I’m sure it’s child’s play to you, or are you not really the genius you make yourself to be.”

“It’s not the difficulty. The ship cannot take that much power. Maybe if you wanted one bot…but you asked for seven. It’s too much, the ship will get seriously damaged.”

“I don’t care! You can fix it with your eyes closed…I want those bots, and I want them yesterday!” I smirked inwardly as I saw her eyebrow twitch from the corner of my eye.

“But Vegeta-kun…”

“Do it. I don’t care how, just do it” My tone harsher than I intended.

“Now wait one damn minute…”said the woman.

“Bulma honey,” Blondie sang from the other side of the kitchen.

“Don’t “honey” me, Papa. How can you let this free loading jerk talk to you this way?” Her fiery eyes sending sparks in my direction, “And you, who the hell do you think you are, demanding things from us? We’re clothing you, feeding you, sheltering you, and on top of that we’re going out of our way designing new technologies, far superior than anything money can buy, just so you’re royal assness can train. And all you do is demand, belittle and chew the hand that’s feeding you…I’ve had it with you and your aof sof superiority. I had it with your fucking non-founded ego. What have you done? Tell me, what the hell have you done that we must bow to you? You’re nothing but a free loading weak excuse of a prince with nothing to rule. Even your only subject is stronger than you!” I could not move a muscle, how could I? As harsh as it was, everything she said was true. I meant to get her attention; instead I got a rude awakening on how things really stand. I got up slowly and left without saying a word. I heard her whisper my name, perhaps to insult me some more, I do not know. I knew I didn’t want to hear it, not from her.

I flew all day. Her words kept repeating in my head…weak excuse of a prince…you’re only subject… Gods how little did she thought of me. I came back late that night, I had thought of leaving her house, the planet, just go, go and forget this place, but my ‘non founded’ ego didn’t allowed it. I was not going to show her how her words cut me up inside. I decided to go on as if nothing was said, but I knew then that I had to avoid her at all costs.

As I walked down the hall to my room, her door flew open. I stopped startled and we stared at each other.

“I’m sorry,” Her apologies were a little too late.

“For?”

“Y’know. The things I said…I’m sorry. I was way out of place.”

“You have no reason to apologize to me. This is your house and the things you said were true. I will try to be more careful as to how I speak to you and your family from now on.” I should get one of those prizes for acting; I couldn’t believe I didn’t break down as I responded to her.

“Vegeta I didn’t mean it. I had fight with Yamucha, I was mad that’s all. Please there’s no reason for you to act any different…I – I made those modifications you wanted…as an apology gift.” She gave me a hopeful smile

“You did mean it and it’s fine. I am very tired. I must sleep some before I continue training,” I faced out, only stopping when I was safe in my own room, safe and away from her. Sleep, of course, did not come that night.
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On to Part II