The Dark and Light side of Love

Hello all! I’m sorry it took me a while to update. I didn’t have any ideas on the
next chapter and with Christmas goin’ on, I was a little busy. Also, for some reason,
my story got deleted. I don’t know why and it’s pissing me off! Is there something
wrong with my disclaimer? People are so strict about it, I don’t even know what to put.
I see most people just put that they don’t own anything except the plot or a couple
characters and that they don’t make any money in writing their stories. What more do I
have to say? If someone knows, please tell me. Anyways, I do apologize if this chapter
wasn’t worth your wait, but I do have the third chapter ready.

To Dragon and Zofo- Thanks you two for encouraging me to make another update and
I’m glad you both are so interested in the story!

Dragon-I do hope I continue to make it promising for you.

Zofo-To tell you the truth, I don’t really have an idea of how the Shadows and Lights
came to be. I was just going to make it seem like it’s the way the Gods have decided
to make the Saiyans, but if you have another idea, I would be really intrigued to know
what it is. I am open for any suggestions on how the story will go.

Thank you both for your reviews.

AN: Sorry that I haven’t made Vegeta-sei more realistic with the two suns and all,
but I really couldn’t think of a way for night time to come around. I mean, would
it be daylight for 48 hours and then night or what? So I decided to keep it simple.
I mean c’mon, it’s hard enough trying to make the Shadows not being able to have living
traits. Also, I wrote the third chapter before I wrote this one. So, sorry if I get this
one mixed up with the third.

Warnings: Slight parody. Or should I say, attempt at parody.

~~flashback~~

Kakarot’s POV


I sit at my room’s balcony, waiting for the sun to rise. I don’t bother sleeping
anymore. Ever since Vegeta and I have departed, my mind has been restless thinking
and worrying about him; and I’m really worried about him. I haven’t seen him since
before he became King.

~~I looked at him worriedly, “Vegeta, promise me you won’t do anything reckless.
Please promise me.”

He ignored my pleading. No. He wouldn’t do anything reckless, would he? Even if
I begged him, but I know deep down, he’s going to do whatever he can to end our
grief. “C’mon Kakarot! Lets go make our short time together worth while.” he ended
with a guilty yet sweet smile and managed to take off at a slow run. He won’t get far.
My heart started aching with panic. No, my love. Please, don’t do anything you’ll regret.
I had to get him to promise.

“Vegeta!” I ran after him. I had to convince him. Whatever he had planned, I had to
stop him.~~

I sighed. Oh my love, what have you done? What have you done that has ended our
relationship so abruptly? I came to you. I came to our usual meeting place, and
you weren’t there. Why didn’t you come? Why didn’t you come to me? The next day,
I find out that you’ve become King. That your father was murdered by one of us,
but I don’t believe it. I would’ve heard ahead of time if your father would’ve been
assassinated by one of us. What have you done, my love?

I break out of my reverie as the sun shines into my eyes. Dawn. Maybe I should
go see my father later. Talking to him always makes me feel better. Though, our
topic has always been about my love. I have nothing else on my mind. I stand up
to stretch, then headed to my bathroom to take a shower and get ready for the day.

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“Father?” I knocked a couple times at my father’s study room.

“Come in, son.” he sighed softly, knowing full well why I’m here.

I slowly walked in. I decided to stall, trying not to sound too tired. “Good
morning father. Did you sleep well?” I asked on my way to the chair that always
sits off to the side of his desk. My father’s study is huge. I actually got lost
in the mountains of books, when I was little.

He looked up at me. “I see you haven’t. Again.” he looked back down at his work.
Even though he’s a retired King, he still has many responsibilities in making sure
that I’m doing my own duties as well. I feel so spoiled. Well, compared to my love,
I am. Though, I haven’t been King for very long.

I slumped in the chair and sighed. “Yeah. I’m sorry father. Even after all these
years, I still can’t stop thinking about him. I miss him terribly.” I sounded defeated.

Father stopped what he was doing to console me, well, sort of. “Son, you must
stop dwelling in the past. Vegeta has obviously moved on. We’re getting less
and less Lights by the week. We need to come up with more battle strategies
that would get rid of more of the Shadows.” Father stood up from his desk and
started pacing behind it, really getting into his musings. “I mean seriously,
we’re starting to become an easy target for them. If only we could send a spy
over there who could tell what their King’s strategies are, but we can’t even
get close to their territory these days.” He stopped his pacing. “Wait, why am
I trying to figure a way around this?” He turned around towards me. I rolled my
eyes, knowing what he’s going to say. He pointed at me, “You’re the King! This
is your job! Yet, since when have you done your job?” I sighed again. “Never!
That’s when!” he continued on. “Seriously Kakarot. Maybe back in those days Vegeta
wanted you to fall in love with him because he knew that you would eventually shut
down like this! Hell, we might as well surrender!” He ended his statement by throwing
his hands in the air dramatically.

I stood up abruptly. “No way! He wouldn’t do that! Haven’t you been listening
to me at all father?” He stopped his ranting and listened. “Vegeta was living
in pain and so was I. He wanted to end this pain for both of us.” I lowered my
head. “That day, he talked about revenge…revenge to his father. I told him to
promise me not to do anything reckless, not to do anything that he’ll regret,
but he wouldn’t do it. I knew he wouldn’t.” I slowly looked up at my father.
“Then a couple days later, he’s King?! I know he did something, but I’m not
sure if I want to know what that is. I know he did something terrible…something,
he regretted. I just have a feeling. Either way, I know that he did it for the
both of us. He did it to save our love.” I ended my speech with a crystalline tear.

Father sighed and walked over to me to put his hands on my shoulders. “Look son,
I know how much you miss him, you talk about him everyday. Maybe, somewhere in that
cold heart of his, he misses you just as much, but son…” he lifted my chin to look
at his face. “there’s a war going on. Your people need you. Maybe, whatever is motivating
the King to keep going, it’s helping him bare the pain as well. Perhaps, you should have
a goal, to keep your mind off of him…”

“I don’t want to forget about him! If that’s what you’re implying!” I interrupted
his consoling, after hearing him trying to motivate me to take my mind off of my love.

“Of course not, son. I’m saying that you should think more of your people than
your los…than your love.” Father tried correcting himself. I knew what he was trying
to say and he’s right. Maybe my love is lost. Maybe…our love…is lost.

Father let go of my shoulders. “Son, I have an idea that’s been going on in my
head for quite sometime now. Maybe the only way that we can solve all of this,
the war and your love for Vegeta, is to…”

Father stopped when there was a knock at the door. He sighed, “come in.” One
of father’s colleagues walked in. Damn it. I was just about to hear the solution
to everything until he walked in! Uh, why does it have to be one of the annoying
ones? I try not to remember his name. His wild saiyan hair frames his face and every
time I look at his face, for some reason it makes me want to punch it. Seriously. I
just want to punch it until it forms into another kind of face. Huh.

He stopped to bow, then continued to the front of father’s desk. “Sire, I was
wondering if you had a battle plan yet. It’s been nearly a day and a half already.”
he stated nervously. I rolled my eyes. He’s the only one out of father’s 7
colleagues that still asks my father about the battle plans every waking second.
Besides, you don’t go to the King for answers unless he already has the answers,
then he’ll tell you. The other colleagues actually wait to hear what I have to
say about the battle plans. After father forms a plan, I then tell them what it
is. Like I said, spoiled, or maybe it’s just laziness. Whatever.

Father leaned over his desk and grumbled. “Demetri, you should know by now that
you’re not supposed to come to me, and yes, it has been a day and half. What’s
your point?” father calmly stated.

Demetri, what do you know, an annoying name to go along with an annoying face.
That’s usually not like me to think that about someone. Maybe it’s because he
used to be a Shadow, so I’m a little stingy around him. Or it could be the fact
that I haven’t slept in, what…7 years? Wow, it’s been that long? How have I managed
to live this long without going crazy thinking about him? Maybe I’ve been so mopey
that I just haven’t noticed until now. Hm.

He looked between me and my father. “Yes sire, I know. It’s just that…I have
to know things ahead of time. I’m nervous. I don’t know when the Shadows will
attack again!” I rolled my eyes again. None of us know when they’ll attack us
again, but it shouldn’t be anytime soon. Why is he worried about the Shadows
attacking? Ex Shadows confuse the hell out of me.

Back then, Shadows only attacked if they were getting low on food.
I shivered. Us. Food. Now, they seem to be trying to wipe us all out.
Maybe that motivation Vegeta has that father was talking about, is actually
being put into action. I would be more than delighted to know what that motivation is.

Father stood up straight. “I know Demetri. I’m trying to think of something.
If only my lazy son would get his mind in gear and come up with something as
well.” father turned his head to glare at me.

I just glared at him back. “Well Demetri, father and I were just talking
about a strategy until you interrupted.” I looked at Demetri. “Now, if you
don’t mind, leave.” I looked towards the door for emphasis.

Demetri stared at me in surprise. “Oh, of course sire. My apologies.” He
bowed twice then finally left.

I looked at my father again, “Now, what were you saying? You might know
of a solution to the war and about me getting Vegeta back?” I asked with
every word I said with more excitement than the last.

Father looked back at me in thought. “Oh yeah! You should turn Vegeta
into a Light!” he stated excitedly.

I looked down disappointedly and fidgeted with my hands. “Well, I’ve
already thought of that…” I started.

“But?” father tried to get me to continue.

“But…I don’t know if I can go through with it.” I continued sadly.

He looked back at me in confusion. “Why not? He’d be alive.”

I paused. That’s right. My love could actually…live. “Well, what if he
doesn’t want to become a Light? I don’t want to make him miserable.” I
tried to answer him the best I could.

Father sighed irritably. “Kakarot, if you want him back so bad, if
you would do anything to get him back, that would be your only solution.”
he tried persuading me again.

I pondered some more. “I don’t know. I would do anything just to hold
him in my arms again…but what if…what if he forgot about me? What if he’s
with someone else?” I started panicking at the ideas suddenly coming to my mind.

“That’s ridiculous son. No one has seen the King with anyone by his side
in these attacks. Besides, what if his goal is to turn you into a Shadow?”
Father crossed his arms and nodded, going along with his assumption.

I looked up at him. “That’s not true! What about that one ridiculously
handsome guy that’s always by his side?” I paused. “Really? You think so?
Wait…I don’t want to become a Shadow!” father’s last assumption sunk in.

Father answered my first question, “Oh, you mean Haru? That’s the
King’s most trustworthy guard. As far as I know, they’re not together.
If they were, I would’ve heard word about it already.” He paused for a
moment. “Well, what else would cause him to suddenly want to wipe out
what’s left of us Lights? Think about it, son. He hasn’t forgotten about
you, he might have actually decided to claim you.” he continued to answer
the rest of my worries.

I sighed in relief at hope that my love isn’t with anyone else.
My heart fluttered. “Really? You think he still cares?” I kept
pondering as my very soul filled with hope.

“Look son, you love him, right?” father got right in my face.

“Of course!”

“You want him back, right?”

“Uh…”

“Right??”

“Yes!”

“Then you must turn him into a Light! It’s the only solution! If we
get him, then the war will be over! The Shadows are hopeless
without a leader! It’s the perfect plan!” Oh man, he’s right. What if
father is only trying to convince me to do this so the war will be over,
though? Well, if my love’s goal is to turn me into a Shadow, then mine
shall be to turn him into a Light.

I looked back at my father. “Alright. I’ll do it. To end the war
and…for him. I want what we used to have back.” I ended quietly.
“But, it’s been so long.”

“Great! Now, we have a lot of planning to do!” Father’s excitement
started to drift away as I thought about what I’ve just done.

Ok Kakarot, try and think of the positive sides to this. Vegeta
would be, with me. He would be…alive and with me. My head started
spinning at the idea of feeling my love’s never-before-felt warmth.
I could feel his heart beating beneath my hand. Hear it even. Feel
the blood that flows throughout his lithe body. Feel his pulse
flutter beneath my lips. I closed my eyes as I tried to imagine my
love…alive. I could feel his chest rise and fall. When I kiss him,
he wouldn’t be cold. He could eat and drink like us. He wouldn’t have
to live in the dark anymore. When I power up, I wouldn’t have to worry
about hurting him. He would no longer be pale. He’ll have a healthy
looking glow to him, assuring me that he’s alive. That he’s not just a
ghost at my side, taunting me, as if I’ll never have him.

“Son, are you alright?” Father called me from my musings.

I opened my eyes, “yeah, I’m fine.” I assured him with a nod.

“Then, why are you crying?” he pointed at my crystal clear tears.

I gently wiped them away with the back of my hand. “I don’t know.
Maybe…I’m feeling hopeful, that Vegeta will be at my side…alive.”
I looked to my right to see if I could actually picture him.

Father smiled at me. “I’m glad that you’re feeling another emotion
besides loneliness and depression.” He looked back down at his plans.
“Maybe tonight you’ll actually get some sleep and have some energy
for this new ‘assignment.’”

I smiled at no one in particular. “Yeah, and maybe I can dream about him.”
I left father’s study with a feeling I haven’t felt in so long.

At nightfall, I actually felt the heaviness in my eyes that I haven’t
felt in a longtime and slept ‘til dawn, dreaming about my love.

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Well, I hope this chapter was a good read. It felt short to me. I
really couldn’t think of anything to put in this chapter, so I winged
it. Though, isn’t that what most people do? The next chapter is about
Vegeta’s past and I should have it posted.