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Chapter 10 (GP) Backlash:
I am at a loss for words. I turn away from him and look out over the land.
I know now that I will never get my memories back and that I must let go of that part of my life. He knows it, too. He’s offering this choice to me now as though it’s the chance of a lifetime.
Maybe it is. It’s what I wanted, isn’t it? And what he wants, too.
What he says must be true. I will always be a passionate being, full of anger and fire and a zest for… conquering. This place is no more my home now than it was when I first came here, is it? No… I’m more detached from it than from him.
I should leave with him. There is nothing for me here, anymore, but I cannot be at peace in simply leaving.
If I go now, this place will still be here to torment me. The pain of knowing that I lost something to this planet… my memories, my past… I can’t go on while the Earth still exists. Blowing up this planet is the only way I can finally put this all behind me.
“Kakarot?” Vegeta asks softly, “Tell me… What do you mean you learned of your past last night?”
“Oh,” I chuckle, and I realize that he may think I’m beginning to get my memory back. I won’t let him hope, there’s no point in either of us thinking that it could still happen. I explain, nonchalantly, turning back to face him, “I paid Gohan a little visit, a long time ‘coming’… if you catch my drift.”
His face… it holds so much fervor, but no conclusive evidence of anger towards me. I was hoping to get more of a response from him. What is he thinking?
His eyes smolder embers as he says, “I see... Do you feel better?”
I stall for a moment before I reply, “Well, I got off,” I said, as though it meant nothing. But it didn’t mean anything… Why should I try and play games? Now I feel uneasy about my answer for some reason, so I add, “I think he got something out of it, too.”
Vegeta frowns at me, but he doesn’t look as put off as I thought he’d be, at least not about the subject. He tells me, “It doesn’t mean anything, does it? No… and it won’t change anything.” He even smiles a little bit.
I huff and cross my arms, arguing, “You think I really care about what becomes of him because of this? Obviously, the boy’s got problems, but that has nothing to do with me.”
Vegeta replies, “You know as well as I do that he’s perfectly fine.”
I growl, “Why would you think that?”
“Why would you think otherwise?” He smirks. “You don’t know him. I’m just now realizing after all these years that neither do I. If anything, I am impressed with him. I think he may have really enjoyed his time with you last night.”
Certainly he did, and… I did… I took it easy on him. Rape isn’t really my thing, anyways. I coerced Trunks easily enough… Gohan... well, that was out of spite… but…
What’s Vegeta’s point? Is he trying to get into my head?
Why is he so calm? Why is he standing there like that? So immovable and untouchable?!
I break the silence, tired of this, and argue, “Why am I even listening to you? You’re the one that fucked my son to get back at me.”
Vegeta snorts then and huffs, saying, “He asked for it and you know it.”
It’s my turn to frown.
He chuckles low and adds, “Who fucked whose son first? Do you really think I did that to get back at you? Please, I did it because he asked. Listen. You can pretend all you want. Kakarot, surely you must know that you will not find peace in disrupting people’s lives. You cannot answer your own tumultuous questions by making others feel momentary pain, or lack of control.”
I spit back, “What would you know?”
Clearly, he and I are not on the same page. Does he or does he not feel the same fire of chaos that I do? If he does, he lacks the will to act upon it. I do what I want when I want, and it has nothing to do with anything other than my desires at the time. Nothing!
He is silent again for a moment before he replies, “I have been on both sides of that coin. The tormentor and the tormented. You don’t know what either of those feels like. Search deep down, you know it’s true. Even if you had your memories… You feel out of control. I know you do. You are lost. I don’t like seeing you this way, but, I must say, I think it’s been a long time coming.”
To that I have nothing to say. It’s probably true. He said I wanted to leave… I was unhappy. I was already restless…
Vegeta crosses his arms over his chest and asks, “So Gohan let you read his mind and see some of his memories, hm?”
My eyes sharpen onto him. I have no reason to lie, so I chuckle, and answer, “Yes, he really shouldn’t have done that. Now I know why you tried so hard to stop him.”
I am trying to bate him. I am trying to rile him up. He’s not falling for any of it. He knows I’m stronger than him. Why is he not afraid? Does he think I won’t try to best him now, simply because we’ve fucked?
He says, “I tried to stop him, then, yes, but now, none of that matters. In fact, I’m glad that he showed you a little bit about your past. It will do no good to you now, other than to know for certain what you already knew, or at least figured out by now.”
I bark, “Fight me, then! Prove to me that you are not afraid to get your hands dirty.”
His eyes smize, and he pauses for a moment. Then he answers, with an honest ring in his voice, “Have I not shown you the depths to which I will plunge just to get your attention?”
I think, or is it just in my mind, that he subtly recoiled at the sound of his own admittance.
I am stunned that he is bearing his heart to me but pleased to hear it. He is embarrassed. I laugh, “So, you really are in love with me?” ‘Do I really have such a hold on him?’ “Just admit it and be done with it. Get it off your chest so we can move on,” I add, wanting to end this emotional phase.
His eyes widen but he makes no instant reply. His breath hitches for just a moment, and if I wasn’t studying him so closely right now, I never would have caught it.
I smile, “You pined over me for years while I was away, didn’t you? You’ve loved me but never knew that those were your true feelings until recently.”
He closes his eyes, caught up in thought, and for a moment I believed that he was going to leave. I don’t know why I got that impression.
Then he looks back up at me with those dark eyes and confesses, “If ‘love’ is the appropriate word then I will claim it now. Yes, Kakarot, I love you. Everything about you is everything I’ve never known a man of power could be, in spite of your ignorance and your absence in my life. I have feelings for you that have never dimmed or departed, they only shifted and grew. I don’t think I would have ever told you. No, I never would have, not unless you were on your deathbed, or I was on mine, and they were the last of my deepest confessions to be laid out there for everyone to wonder at and reproach and for you to finally consider, though I doubt these words would mean any more to you then than they do right now.”
I am touched by his speech, honestly, but I don’t understand. How and why would he love me? We were barely even friends. Isn’t that so? Still my heart stirs as he continues to speak.
“You know they all blame me for this- all your friends and family- even mine- they all blame me for your… change of heart. I must admit I blame myself, but my opinion on the matter is not the same as theirs. I did not do this on purpose, but now that I have I would not change you back on purpose either. I don’t think that this is something that I did to you… no, this is part of who you are. I was just the only one who ever saw it in you.”
He wouldn’t change me from how I am, but, he never wanted to change me? How can you respond to that? How can someone comprehend that?
Why… and why not? And why do they all hate him so much? We are both aliens here, right? We are both different from any of them. He really did try to destroy the planet, didn’t he? But I stopped him… But he mated with an Earth-woman, and still they hate him?
What do I say to that?
He’s so calm but so passionate as he continues to answer the questions the look on my face must surely be begging to know:
“I did not keep this from you because of your opinion of me, Kakarot. I do not know what your opinion of me is. I never really have. Do you even have one, now?” he asks me, his normally focused eyes going bleary. “Or are you too busy mapping out your next move to even consider anyone else?” He suddenly growls, raising his voice, “Are you too busy feeling like you have something to prove instead of letting the day take its own course?”
I want to speak, I do…
His voice quivers for a moment as he goes on boldly, explaining, “I know the answer to those questions: You do not care. You are indifferent. You have your own ideas of what adventure might lay in waiting, and, above all else, proving yourself is all you’ve ever had a mind to do. Finding some new excitement is the only joy you know.”
Now he’s much more animated as he explains, “Why do you think I was not so surprised to hear your sudden disapproval of your wife and your home and this planet? Why do you think I overreacted when you said you wanted to leave? Because I already knew! Because I feel the same way! Yet your so-called friends begrudge me for having devised such thoughts! And blame me for putting them into your head! To them I am still the bad guy and this time you are the victim! As though I would ever stoop to such a low level! I have pride, damn it!”
I was not expecting this lamentation from him. I was not expecting this frustration and discourse from his point of view.
His words suddenly seem to dry up and he is looking at me now as though it’s the last time we will ever see each other.
“Vegeta…” I whisper, so moved and yet so… stuck.
He interrupts me, stretching his neck as he lifts his head high, like the royalty that he is, and proclaims once and for all. “I do not expect any sort of similar admission from you, do not waste your time trying to convince me of what I have known all along. You are restless, just as much as I am, but I am a little older than you, and I am much wiser and with both of those things I have found it in myself to at least be honest and at ease in what has become of my life,” then says, as if to himself, “Only time will tell now what will become of it.” His focus comes back to me and he finishes his speech, “Do what you will and say what you please, Kakarot, but do not spare me of my own feelings.”
I frown, and for once I feel as though I understand him, perhaps even better than my counterpart ever did.
The wind blows by us, and whether or not it has been blowing this whole time is lost on me, but I feel the breeze of it now, with much more intimacy than I ever have, like a shiver running down my spine.
This place was not meant to be our home, but I made it mine, didn’t I? He followed me here and stayed because he had nowhere else to go and no one else could possibly understand him but me. That must be it.
Now his admission from the other day makes sense:
‘ “You, Kakarot, you took for yourself a family and made a home on this planet before I ever got here! You settled down and refused to leave! Those previous circumstances are lost to your knowledge! Long years have passed us by without ever a sentiment on your behalf and all of the sudden you’re given a chance to create a new life for yourself and you want to act like I have been ignoring you! You are mad at me because you can’t remember the life you made for yourself on this fucking planet without me?! Like I wronged you by following suit and having a wife and a child of my own!
“You know nothing about the circumstances that have angered you so much over the course of the morning! Are you surprised by yourself?! You cocky son of a bitch. Get out of my face.” ’
Damn. He’s right. He and I have both been in pain needlessly it seems. If I wanted to leave and so did he… If he wanted me… and I went to him… then I must have feelings for him, too?
I mean, I clearly feel something for him, but… what does that matter? I have a whole new universe filled with possibility!
What does my counterpart have to do with who I am, now? Even if I loved him in the past that doesn’t mean that I should just fall back in love with him!
Maybe we can… start over.
That sounds best.
Damn, isn’t that what he was just saying?
Well… He’s right, I can’t pretend to know him, but he’s willing to leave with me, new me and all… whoever I am...
But, will he hear me out, now, and forsake this place, leaving behind everyone in it? He said he would, but would he take it one step further, and destroy this place we once called home and put it all aside forever?
I want to leave with him and be with him and get to know him more and more until we know each other so well words will not be necessary and the only way we communicate will be through subtle glances and passionate caresses.
But I cannot leave without first destroying the Earth. My decision is resolute.
“I want to be with you, Vegeta,” I finally admit, “At the same time, I cannot disclose having so many opinions on it, or to even have an inkling of the feelings which you have just shared with me. Still I know that I want you around, and I can even say that your company would be enjoyed for much more than just sex. But… I have some terms that I feel you might disagree with.”
Again, he is a wall, cold, still, impenetrable, and strong.
I narrow my glare at him and say my peace, “This planet must be destroyed along with everyone in it. Otherwise it will forever haunt me.”
“And what if your memory comes back one day?” he asks, “And then you find yourself unhappy with that decision?”
“I am not the first to wish to eradicate this planet, perhaps it was meant to be destroyed by me in the end. After all, that’s what I was sent here for in the first place, wasn’t it?”
He smirks and crosses his arms over his chest, and answers, “Ironic, isn’t it? And once upon a time I would have joined you on your tirade, but oddly enough I must decline your offer. We should leave, yes, and never come back, but I cannot let you abolish the planet you worked so hard to protect, nor can I let you destroy the last of our race with it. Our children are more important than your pride, and as Prince of our fallen race, I still have a duty to keep the bloodlines alive.”
“Then you and I must put it to rest at once,” I smirk, “Fight me, and if I win, which we both know I will, then my way goes, but if, somehow, you manage to overcome me, we’ll leave without a trace, and go off into space, never to be seen or heard from again.”
“Do I have your word, Kakarot?” he says, his smirk growing.
A bluff won’t work on me, now. I nod, “Yes. So. Who’s gonna make the first move?”
I knew I would get what I wanted in the end, but in the meantime, this will be fun. Once I have beaten him, I will enjoy the rest of my days with him by my side, enamored by me, and committed to my will. I am excited to finally test my strength out on him. Hopefully I don’t kill him in the process, but, if I do, then I will have no one to answer to ever again, which isn’t such a terrible thought.
(VP)
My confession hurt to put out there, but I feel better for it. What’s the point in living with my feelings unexpressed if I’m going to live forever, anyways? I can’t carry it with me for all eternity.
This is what it finally comes down to. Except for once I’m on the side for good, and he is on the side for evil.
Make a move, Kakarot. It doesn’t matter now, you can’t defeat me.
What will he do when he finds out my secret?
The first blow comes from his side, and I allow it, trying to gauge him as he strikes me on the mouth. He took it easy on me.
He and I both know that fighting under these terms will do no harm to either of us. We will have to go Super Saiyan in order for any true damage to be done. I smirk at him and let the throbbing subside, while the pressure to fight builds.
He smiles back, and if it weren’t for the malintent in his eyes I could easily believe this is the same Kakarot as always.
I hold my hands out to the side, asking for another. This time when he goes in to strike I take the blow, but counter quickly, blind-siding him with a sharp kick to his ribs. That stung him, I know, but only just enough to get him excited for the next round.
The fight goes on in this way for only a little while, with me mostly allowing a small hit before swiftly countering. I know his moves, but he does not know mine. Even if I wasn’t immortal, an advantage like that makes at least my ego believe I can defeat him. Then again, he can be very unpredictable. It doesn’t matter. He can’t kill me. I smirk at him all over again. Pleased at least enough at this point to not fear any pain he may inflict.
He’s smirking, too.
“That’s enough of a warm up,” he says, before turning into a Super Saiyan.
I follow suit as a reply.
I only noticed then that Piccolo and Gohan were watching our battle, but they’ve both left now. I wonder why?
Perhaps they’ve learned a thing or two from our past fights. Having them here won’t help the situation. It will only make it worse if Kakarot gets any wise ideas and tries to use one of them as leverage. Plus, they know I can’t be defeated.
I’m playing the waiting game all over again. I must buy as much time as possible. I might be able to wear him down and talk him out of blowing up the Earth, without revealing my secret. That would be the best course of action. And since I cannot die, there’s no point in rushing this.
This will be the pinnacle of all my battles. The strongest foe I have ever come up against, and, like the black heart of my younger years always hoped, I know that although his strength outdoes mine, I cannot be defeated.
He will only prove to make me stronger.
I smirk again, practically giddy over the whole thing. I have half a mind to let him beat me into a bloody pulp. No. He would get suspicious.
I’m going to enjoy every minute of this.
Let’s test those powers of yours, Kakarot, if you can even tap into your true potential. Hell, I might even help you out. After all, you are unaware that there are any forms after the first level of Super Saiyan. Should I take it there?
Why not?
“I’m gonna wipe that smirk off your face, Vegeta,” he coos.
“Go ahead and try…”
“Maybe you are a sadistic Saiyan, after all, begging for defeat like this,” he smiles.
“And for someone who claims to be hardened and carefree, you throw the word ‘love’ around me far too easily,” I counter, “And to respond to your demands from earlier, I have never turned down a fight with you. In fact, I’ve chose fighting you over fighting our enemies, because you have always been my most challenging adversary.”
His eyes widen for a moment as he replies, “Really?”
“Yes,” I nod.
He looks confused, but flattered, if he can even muster such an emotion. Then he says, “Let me do the honor, then, of finally putting you in your place. I bet I took it easy on you before. Do not expect to get so lucky this time.”
I laugh, “Luck will have nothing to do with the outcome of this fight, I assure you.”
“You sure are cocky.”
“We haven’t battled in a long time, Kakarot. Not like this.”
His eyes turn more calculating. Finally, he says, “You thought that’s what I wanted when I came to you before all of this, isn’t it, to spar? You thought I wanted a challenge to distract me from my boredom? You were going to force me into battle, then, too, until you gathered the courage to say your peace, but your plan went sideways. The way I see it, I told you I wanted to leave without bothering to fight you because I knew it would be pointless. I would defeat you, and then you would still be pissed off at me.”
I can only smirk at his insight but inside my heart burns at his speech. He’s right! Kakarot knew I would want to fight him, and he knew he would win and that we would still be at square one. So, he hit me with the punch-line first, planning to work backwards! Damn him! I answer, gruffly, “If that’s so then we would have ended up fighting either way, like we usually do. You should have fought me first, and wore me down, before dropping that news into my lap, then we could have talked more easily. It’s always better for two people to discuss something after physical exhaustion. Perhaps I could have explained myself more fully, and maybe you would have been able to tell me something real. All I’m getting from you now is mixed emotions based on your sex-drive.”
He grins, “You’re right. All I heard just now is that you’re into angry sex, and I’m assuming makeup sex, too. Hmmm… I’ll remember that.”
I smirk, and ask sarcastic and condescending, “Will you?”
He frowns, unhappy with that comment. Our chat has finally ended.
But my mind is still reeling. Perhaps he only came to me first and alone because he didn’t want me to make a scene at Bulma’s party. He was trying to spare me of my feelings, wasn’t he? He knew all along that I had feelings for him, didn’t he?
Ready or not, the real fight begins.
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