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Sinister	By : KrazyKat001 Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 837 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sinister

Chapter 1

No Regrets
It's been three years. Three years of mind numbing, senselessly boring peace on this backwater planet.
Three years far too long...

It's been three years since the last bout. Three years since the last major action in this backwater planet. Three years since the mind of the royal prince was free, no longer haunted by dark thoughts. Heh. In fact, I welcome it.
Back then, there was a voice penetrating deep within the recess of my mind, whispering. Always constantly whispering. It's been whispering ever since I was brought to life the first time around. Eleven years ago. I paid no attention to it, of course. I filtered the whispers with a mental obsession, of besting Kakarott. To regain the honor as a saiyajin warrior. I kept my mind busy through all these years and the whispers became nothing more than a soft wind breezing by now and then.
That is, until Kakarott stopped by for a single day. The day he visits from the Otherworld.
The day my mind ran blank, unshielded and vulnerable to anything. The day the whispers return hundredfold, screaming with a vengeance. It screamed with blood boiling rage, demanding a return. The return of the Saiyajin no Ouji.
I tried my best to shut it out. Shaking the whispers away in futile effort, there were more important matters at hand. I filter my mind once again with strategic thoughts, casting the whispers asides for one final match with the younger saiyan. To finally best Kakarott.
Instead, he only gave me a cold shoulder, brushes me aside as if I was a chore. As if I was no longer a potential opponent, worthy for a legendary saiyajin. As if the Third Class’ strength was infinitely better than his own prince. As if he sees me a fruitless effort and couldn’t be bothered with. That fucking, selfish ingrate!
That was the day the whispers stopped. When the whispers reasoning finally clicked. What it’s been telling me what I should have known all these years. Everything -- everything became a perfectly sound clarity. Like I was stuck inside some heavy fog and now seeing the clear sky for the first time in a thousand years. Earth made me tamed, docile. Physically, I was the same man as eleven years ago but, mentally, I’d been asleep for a long period of time. Now I am wide-awake, instantly alert for the first time in ages. I had been asleep for far too long. From that moment on, I swear Kakarott will pay for his insolence. For dismissing his Prince and for denying his Saiyajin heritage. It was time Kakarott know the true meaning of punishment.
It was time to revert who I was before: a merciless killer, purger of worlds, destroyer of many.
Vegeta stare out the broad window mutely, arms crossed. He stands there in the tallest building of the city, like a powerful figure watching over the world. He stares unseeing at the starry night bustling with air traffic.
~Flashback~
Pebbles rising in mid-air. Malicious grin. Teal eyes. "M" carved into his forehead. That power. That alluring sense of instilling fear in his victims. That horror in his victims' eyes when he blew them to oblivion. His smirk broadens, eyes never leaving the Earth savior.
That harboring gripping sense of freedom. Two utter syllables has never before taste so delightful.
Free to inflict pain in others. Free from being chained down. Free of his domestic life. Free. The term freedom had never been so raw, so powerful, so addicting. So tempting.
Free to be himself again. Free to once again be the fearsome Saiyajin Prince.
~Ends Flashback~

He didn't regret any of it. Not once. Not back then and certainly not now.

~Flashback~
After the battle against Kid Buu on Supreme Kai’s planet, the return trip back to Capsule Corps was uneventful. … or so I had thought.
Whispers hushed when he graced them with his presence. Their eyes betray them, staring at him accusingly. All of their eyes say something different. Disappointment. Detestation. Livid. Revulsion. Hatred. Vegeta raise his eyes to meet others, challenging them to meet his glare but the Z warriors all look away. Looking at everything but him. Hell, even Kakarott looked crushed and wary, as if the whole world rests on his shoulders. The Third Class didn’t even spare him a glance. As if he lost all faith in him.
Hn. Whatever.
~~~
"How could you?! How could you do this to us?!" The blue haired heiress tosses breakable items at the approaching Saiyan. "You murdered all those people and for what?! To beat Goku?! You SELFISH BASTARD!!" She pounds her fists on his chest, weeping yet angrily accusing, "WHY did you DO this to us?! To me?!" The dark prince grips her hands, staring down at her fiercely. She rests her head on his powerful chest, Bulma sniffles, "I thought we were doing so well. I thought you were finally happy..."
The royal Saiyajin tilts his head away. That tiny action was enough to make her sob in despair.
~Ends Flashback~

That night ended any relationship they had. Marriage. Love. Lust. Gone. Dissipated by that one action. He didn't explain or make some lame excuse like a scarred ningen would. There wasn’t any need. He has no regret for what he'd done. No regret for submitting to higher power. No regret for killing those people. No regret for losing the love of his annoying onna. No regrets. None at all.
Guessed he should have expected his human wife can't understand. Refused to understand him. For what he is and always will be - a saiyajin. Heartless, cold, ruthless - all of the characteristics of a true saiyajin warrior. Everything unlike that brain-dead clown.
He once considered settling down, raising a family like the onna suggested. But he preferred the chaos- the sheer thrill of it. Fighting in a deadly battle, never knowing if odds are in his favor, adrenaline coursing through his veins and more. All of the highlights for a refined saiyajin elite, but one thing for sure: peace was not for him. Despite what the onna believed, he grew restless and more restless over the years. Pushing him harder and harder, to reach beyond his limits in his trainings. In the end, a peaceful life was unfit for a Saiyajin warrior. Especially for a prince. He was born, bred for royalty lineage and for battle but not for this. Not for this... pointless peace.
He scrutinized at the scattering people below. Bunch of gnats...passing by without a care in the world. Heh. Foolish ningens…
Vegeta turns from the view, strutting away. He uncrosses his arms, hands lying beside his sides. His pure white gloves stained with blood. He stepped pass the blood-splattered walls, his foot immediately crunched through the bloodied skull of an unlucky soul, continuing as if he never missed a pace. He walks up the pristine, coiling stairway, leading to the corridor. He mindlessly passed the trail of bodies, the obscene scene horrifying beyond imagination. Limbs torn apart, flesh hanging about, blood dripping from the walls and valuables.
He tore off his gloves, dropping it to the wooden floor, leaving it behind. Cracking his sore neck, he enters the ostentatious bedroom, ornamented with royal purple designs. He lifts off his spandex shirt and toes off his golden tipped boots. Heading toward the bed still, he slides off his leggings, casting it aside. Vegeta settle onto his stomach. He wraps the thick, comfortable blanket around him, intending to sleep for days. He stares unblinkingly into the pitch darkness.
Plop...plop....plop...
Heightened hearings picks up sounds of a water drops somewhere in this building. The sounds strangely soothing to the prince. His eyes slid to close.
Plop...plop...plop...plop...
His eyes close shut. Beckoning for bad dreams to come. Same old nightmares. Same old darkness.

Tonight he had broken his first sacred vow as a Z warrior and, this time, there were no foreign forces beckoning him, reverting to his dark nature. He’d done it all on his own. There will be no third chances, no pardon for he’d done. He had willingly and selfishly killed the very people he'd sworn to protect. He murdered for sake of necessity and for prosperity. But tomorrow...
...Tomorrow, he'll begin with the world. Ebony eyes snaps opens, a crazed obsession pooling in those pupils.
Earth!!

To be continued...
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