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Learning how to Live	By : Vegetalk Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 2505 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vegeta pulled his second glove over his hand, flexing his wrist, looking down at his chest protected by amour. It felt familiar, comfortable. Walking out onto the balcony, he looked down at the yard to see Bulma and watched closely as she opened a capsule, a pod appearing on the lawn in a puff of smoke.
He touched his feet down gracefully, Bulma taking a few steps towards him. She crossed her arms for warmth in the cool morning breeze, the light from the early sun kissing her pale skin. “Everything is good to go, theeeere’s food and other supplies. I’ve given you a choice of appropriate coordinates, you know what to do.” She said, winking and tilting her head.
He nodded once in understanding, walking on past her, towards the pod with a look so impassive on his face and about his walk. He got inside and shut the door without another word. He was on a mission and nothing was going to get in his way.
Bulma watched the pod leave the atmosphere. Who knew when she would see him again? If she would see him again. Maybe this was it; maybe he was running away to live a life more akin to what he’d known before.
It was painfully obvious to Bulma he was damaged and could make the strange choice to give up the life of luxury he could have at the Briefs residence. Was the embarrassment of their intimacy or of fathering a child a big enough reason to give that up? Bulma winced at the sky. In Vegeta’s strange world, probably. It kind of creeped her out too, she had to admit. Being a mother for the first time, and not just any mother, a mother to a half saiyan. The mother to Vegeta’s child. What a terrifying thought. What if it was just like him? She felt a little sick. Maybe she was making a terrible mistake. She cupped her face with her hands and took in a deep breath. She had to stop thinking like this and regain control.
Vegeta tapped at the control panel, then lent back and crossed his arms. He’d chosen a desolate planet with atrocious weather patterns – the worst of the options. It was going to take a couple of days to get there - too much time to think. He hated time to think. “I have to become a super saiyan…” He thought to himself, glancing up out of the small circular window into the darkness of space. A sight that brought with it memories that seemed so distant since settling on Earth. “I can’t return a failure. I can’t return until I can prove to them all that I am the elite warrior. That I possess the power to destroy any adversary in my way, including Kakarot.” He growled to himself. The strange irony was that no one cared either way. In fact, no one on Earth other than the Briefs (and Yamcha) had even thought about Vegeta. “No distractions. Just intense training.” He closed his eyes trying to sleep and his thoughts wandered to Bulma and her news. How did he feel? On the one hand, it was an heir… Vegeta’s lip wrinkled at his positive outlook. “No! How could I have been so stupid to let that happen.” He bared his teeth. “The child will be nothing but a half breed, just like that pathetic child of Kakarot’s. Why did I let her…” He growled, opening his eyes. “How could I have been so weak to give in to my body… I can just imagine Kakarot’s stupid face when he finds out.” Vegeta’s teeth remained clentched.
Vegeta had drifted off to sleep when his eyes opened slowly and for a moment he was taken back to his space pirating days. Briefly excited and confused, he suddenly remembered what he was doing. He rubbed his face with a yawn and tapped at the controls to figure out how far off arrival time he was… His old life still at the forefront of his memory, the tiny space pod felt strangely like home, but he was none the less relieved to only be heading for a desolate planet to train and not for one of Freiza’s missions.
The planet’s gravity was heavier than Earth, it’s atmosphere thick and the weather cycles made it uninhabitable. Vegeta trained for days, short uncomfortable naps in the pod between, his rage growing ever more uncontrollable as he battled thinking about her. The maddening environment and his own obsessive motivation was starting to drive him insane.
A clap of thunder drew his attention to the darkened sky to see a meteor shower beginning, his eyes suddenly growing wide as he turned to look down upon his ship. The realization of how awful this desolate and unforgiving place was suddenly hit him, sinking into his heart with the fear of being trapped there forever.
For hours Vegeta protected the ship and fought for his life against the onslaught of meteors. Exhausted, both mentally and physically, the task became increasingly difficult to maintain. Vegeta gave every ounce of strength he could muster to fend off a gigantic heap of rock, his ki blast taking several moments that felt like an eternity to take effect. When it was finally over, Vegeta lay on the rocks his body had been tossed into from the explosion, panting, staining the ground beneath him red with his own blood. He rolled onto his stomach, gasping for breath in the dense atmosphere, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees. He’d succeeded in protecting his life and ship, but he felt defeated. How had Kakarot unlocked the legendary power? How!? Vegeta had wanted it, needed it, to defend himself against Freiza and it had never come. Perhaps it just wasn’t possible for him to attain such power. Perhaps it was Kakarot’s destiny. He pounded his fist against the rock with frustration, watching the blood run down his arm and soak into his tattered, white gloves. He’d given up mentally, and in doing so he couldn’t go back to Earth. He didn’t care. He didn’t care about his own life.
Suddenly a surge of familiarity came to him, causing him to gasp and sit up on his knees. That same intense feeling of letting go he’d briefly experienced with Bulma exploded through him. That feeling of inhibitions lost. Vegeta screamed, his muscles tensing and expanding, an intense aura erupting around him, his hair transforming to dramatic gold, his eyes a piercing aqua. After a couple of seconds the feeling vanished, the aura dispersed and his hair returned to black. He dropped to support himself on his hands, staring at the rock beneath him in shock, panting, sweat cascading from his nose and hitting the rock beneath him.
Bulma sat at her computer. She couldn’t stop thinking about him – where he was, what he was doing. The pod had a tracking device, and she typed away to access the coordinates. She rolled her eyes, “I knew he’d choose the most unappealing environment.” She tapped away some more, “I’m so glad I didn’t offer anywhere worse…” She sighed. “Well, the craft is fine, hasn’t moved since he arrived though. I hope he’s not lying on a rock dead somewhere! Stupid jerk. Eugh!” She stood abruptly, the chair sliding away from her. She hated thinking about him this much – he was stressful at the best of times. She looked down to her stomach. Was this just because she was pregnant, carrying his child, or… Because she really did care about him? Her mind fell silent and she closed her eyes to take a deep, relaxing breath.
Vegeta stood up, slowly, his legs wobbling as he looked at his bloody hands once more. He gasped, clenching his fists. He was confused – Was that it? Why now!? He struggled to muster all his energy to begin powering up, yelling into the dark, noisy world around him as the entire planet creaked and rumbled, lightning clapping across the sky overhead. Vegeta’s hair flickered golden, and he closed his eyes to intensify his concentration and power, pushing with everything he had until an explosive orb formed around him. He opened his eyes and looked out at the world, silenced by the whooshing of his own power. Vegeta’s shocked expression slowly turned to a smirk, followed by laughter. Motivated by success he thrust his arms down by his side, raising his aura into a swirling mass that stretched out far into space. “It’s mine!” He cried, manically, “The legend is finally mine! I’ve done it!”
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