Moments

Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A.

Rated – R
Warnings – Language, Angst, OOC(?)
Pairing – None


Mediation

How DARE HE!

Fucking asshole.

Nothing from him for three months and then today he invites me to spar and then precedes humiliate me as many ways as possible in six hours? What was his game? Pummel your Prince?

That’s it. Must be some sort of game to him and he was going for his quota. I bet he made his personal best, too.

Jerk.

Wasn’t enough to just let me create craters repeatedly with my body. NO, he had to make sure I was pinned. Underneath him. At least three times.

It felt more like a dozen.

It wasn’t a spar; it was a fucking nigen wrestling match. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that harpy of his was letting him watch too much WWE.

Stupid fucking super sayian three freak.

All I need is one chance. One moment while he’s distracted and I’ll kill him. Just one time he underestimates me, and it won’t be just a threat any more.

That’s just it though. There were never any openings like that. No breaks in his concentration. No lack of focus or undisciplined moves.

Almost as though he was taking it serious.

Taking US serious?

Since when did he ever take anything that wasn’t a threat to his universe serious?

His stomach.

Bah, that doesn’t count. Every sayian takes their stomach serious.

You asked.

What of it? So he can take some things serious.

Things?

Yes plural, what’s your point?

Name anything else you have noticed him take serious other than his stomach, and today, us.

His enemies.

All ready covered that.

His family.

Okay, and?

His friends.

And which category do we fit under?

Fuck it. I don’t have to answer these stupid asinine questions.

You’re the one who started meditating.

Yeah, well, I didn’t start meditating to question myself. I started doing it to calm down and figure out how to be better next time.

Waiting.

Fine. Friends.

I guess.

Was that really so difficult to answer?

I don’t see him humiliating any of his other friends.

Maybe he wasn’t trying to humiliate you.

Well, he did a damn good job, regardless.

Maybe you don’t fit under the friend category either.

Would you stop being so cryptic already.

Nope, I was trained by the best.

This isn’t getting me anywhere. I am done meditating.

I’ll still be here.

Who the fuck are you any way.

You.

Like hell you are. There is only one Me.

True, but there are several parts to you. Parts that don’t get a chance to be heard anywhere but in here.

Oh, Really. Like which ones?

Your heart.

Fuck you! I am out of here.


A/N: Bold = Vegeta’s Ego
Regular = Normal Vegeta
Italics = Vegeta’s Heart