Beautiful Stalker

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Beautiful Stalker

Chapter 8 - Reflections of a Prince by Noel

A soft breeze kissed his sun-bronzed skin pulling him from his gentle slumber. Chocolate eyes looked around the blurry world. He blinked several times, willing the sleep out of his eyes. When his eyes cleared, what he saw confused him. This was not his home.

The bed he laid in was soft, made of silk, with a sheer canopy and curtains above him. The nearly white room was scarcely decorated and very spacious. Light poured into the open windows. There were no sounds of children, people, cars, no sounds like that at all. He shook his head; this was not his house, not in the least.

Vegeta did a quick ki scan of the surrounding area. The last thing he wanted was to be caught off guard and ambushed. Not the Saiyan No Ouji. Not now, not ever. He was surprised to feel the life forces of the earth’s guardian and his clownish gardener lingering outside of his room.

He swung his feet over the side of the comfortable bed a soft disappointed groan left his lips. His bare feet made very little sound on the tile floor as he made his way towards the door. With a quick turn of his wrist he swung open the door.

“And the man said ‘Flick that Bic, crisp that chic, and you’ll feel my steel all through your last meal.” Vegeta cocked an eyebrow as Mr. Popo and Dende laughed.

“What are you two twits rambling about?”

“Oh Vegeta! I am reading this story and …”

“Gah, never mind. Where are Kakarott and his brat?”

“Uh, Goku said he had things to take care of so Gohan brought you here. He and Piccolo are out on the platform. He’s really broken up Vegeta.”

“Hn.”

“Mr. Popo will take you to Gohan. I have some more reading to do.” Vegeta rolled his eyes and followed the ki eating man to the balcony.

Gohan sat with his legs dangling over the edge. His head sat in his large callused hands while the soft sobs of the eldest demi reached the Prince’s war trained ears. His normally spiky hair was matted and tangled much more so than it should have been. His usually finely pressed clothes were wrinkled and dirty and his beloved suit shirt had the sleeves torn off. His freakishly large mentor gave his shoulder a tight squeeze with his clawed hand.

“Boy?”

Gohan jerked his head up to meet the expressive eyes of the prince. He used the back of his hand to wipe the tears from his swollen, red, eyes. His breath hiccupped in his throat as he tried to speak, “V-V-Vegeta. I d-d-didn’t hear you come over.”

“Most people don’t …” he motioned with his hand before he crossed his arms over his chest. “Why the hell are you crying like a woman?”

“Piccolo, can you leave us? There are some things I need to get strait with Vegeta.”

“Sure kid. How’s the head old man?” Vegeta growled in response before Piccolo added, “You gave us a scare. I have never seen a creature bleed that much and live to tell about it. I am going to go get your daughter, Gohan. I think it would be best if you stayed here until I see what happened.”

“Thank you.” The sayian’s watched the lanky man leave. It was not until the ghostly white of his ki trail vanished that Gohan spoke, “Vegeta was Pan at your house today?”

“Yes,” he grunted. He crossed his arms tightly across his chest and turned his back on the younger man, mildly curious as to where this conversation was going.

“What happened … I need to know.”

Vegeta spun around and narrowed his eyes in agitation, “I did not touch that wench, if that was what you are implying. I have my standards you know. I am a Prince, not a pedophile.”

Gohan stood, towering over the Prince, “Vegeta I could care less if you fucked her until her eyes, ears and nose and all of her Kami-damned pores bled. WHAT HAPPENED?!”

“If you really must know, yes, she came over acting like her untamed, wild, sayian self. Acting the way all sayians who do not train behave. She asked … no begged for me to fuck her like the animal that she was. I told her no.”

“Is that all you remember?”

“Hn. No and if you interrupt me again that will be all you will hear. Being the spoiled little brat she is, she took a fit and came at me. I was just about to send her into oblivion when I felt Kakarott’s power level nearing my own. That is all I can recall, aside from waking up in the preverbal God’s bed. What I am interested in is what happened between there and here?”

“Y-you don’t know?” Gohan’s eyes softened as he looked at the freshly healed Prince of his forsaken people.

“Would I have asked?”

“No, I suppose not. Do you want the full story or the Reader’s Digest version?”

“Reader’s Digest.”

Gohan sighed trying to find the best place to start. He cleared his throat, “Apparently Pan killed my mother before she came to see you.” Vegeta’s eyes bugged out of their sockets and his mouth hung open. “When Dad got there you were already unconscious and heard her confess. He took you, Pan, and himself out to a desert of sorts, where he killed her.”

“What!?”

“He said it was like she was possessed. That she was no longer my little girl, but something evil, something horrible. She knocked you out, of all people. That wasn’t my little girl anymore Vegeta.”

“Hn.” Vegeta knitted his eyebrows together in thought. Something did not feel right. “You stay here. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah.” Gohan sat back down on the edge of the Lookout, his head hung and tears kissing his rosy cheeks. “Hey Vegeta?”

“What?”

“Did my dad seem off today?”

“Today?! That baka seems off everyday.”

“No, not like that. Did he seem off more so than usual?”

The Prince shrugged before he followed the path the Namek had taken moments before. There was a great deal he needed to think about. He needed time to think about what he just learned and how it involved him. He needed to reflect upon his life.

He touched down in a dense forest, his mind racing: his thoughts molding together. He sat down and crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and lifted off the ground. Meditation was what he needed now. He needed to slow his thoughts. He needed to form a coherent outline.

‘He killed Pan … she knocked you out Vegeta.’ Nothing made sense. Yes, for a woman she was strong. But she would have never been able to knock him out. Maybe bruise him a little, not leave him unconscious. The only one who could inflict that much damage to his physical being was Kakarott.

‘She killed mom.’ Anyone short of Puar could and should have killed that woman, but Pan? No, she loved that banshee. She loved her almost as much as she loved her own mother.

‘Possessed.’ He had seen her. She had not been possessed my anything more than puberty. None of this made sense. Could it have been Kakarott?

No, not him. Not ‘Goku’ the Earth’s savior. He was many things, amusing, stupid, annoying, beautiful, strong, but not a murderer. That was him … wasn’t it? Had he done these things? Had he subconsciously reverted into his past self and murdered these people in order to deal with the stress that accompanied his growing feelings for the younger full blood? Feelings he had trouble admitting to himself? Could Kakarott be covering for him?

That made more sense than anything else today. But that still did not explain why the larger man would cover for him. Goku, the lover of life, Savior of the galaxies, would never cover for a killer… unless his sayian instincts had finally kicked in. The loyalty to his ruler would make it impossible for him to tell on the Prince, let alone kill him.

Vegeta smirked at the thought. Kakarott… now that would be a treat. He could finally have a taste of a real Sayian. The sayian he had been observing now for quite some time. The last pure blood, his last link to his home, his people.

‘Yes,’ he thought. ‘This will be interesting, exciting, invigorating, refreshing… if it is truly what is going on.’

Vegeta straightened out and let his feet touch silently to the ground. “I am no closer to figuring this out than I was when I woke up.” He sighed, “Why do I even care? They are not my family. My family is too strong for anything to happen to them. And if it is I, I would never hurt them. I wash my hands of this whole thing.”


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