The Path Of Least Resistance
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
761
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own DBZ, nor do I make any monetary profit from publishing this story.
The Path Of Least Resistance
Personally, I hate first person POV. I just think it is over used in some stories. I have read several stories that did an excellent portrayal of the first person perspective, but it seems to be a little rare.
This is a VERY short story from Vegeta's POV about his life on Earth and his intentions to make a change. This story is currently my only tale that could be considered canon, and the only non-yaoi fic. I wrote this story to take a breather from my deeper tales, such as Daresay and Lamb Without Blemish. I hope you enjoy it.
The Path Of Least Resistance
It must be in human nature to take the trodden path, lest a person get caught up among thorns. I have lived among these Earthlings for nearly half of my life, and I have unfortunately succumbed to their ways. When did I become this softened warrior? My life used to be driven forward entirely by passion. Now, I awake to the same woman everyday, to my son, and to my ceaseless training. I realized that over time I began to love these accommodations, the affections of my wife, and the pride I feel while watching my son, yet I cannot help but understand that I have traded in my Saiyan soul in order to claim the trite and momentary pleasures. When did my strength become so meaningless? When did people replace their fear of me with tolerance?
After Frieza was destroyed, I chose my life for what I wanted it to be. I trained and killed and did as I pleased. Now, I feel that the order of my steps is numbered by my woman and my son. I give in my desires to gain their joy. When did I start to care for others? My father would be ashamed to see me, a Saiyan prince, bow down to the wishes of some human female. On my home planet, women were taught to follow their mates. Earth seems entirely different. I have given up my legacy and gained a comfortable room and food. I have sold my soul to something worse than Frieza. I have turned myself over to the glazed over eyes of a passionless society. I have taken the path of least resistance.
No amount of contemplation can settle these feelings within me. I must make a move to change my destiny. I must redeem my soul from the clutches of this weak life. I cannot continue to suffer the niceties of my everyday existence and bear it with the usual indifference. I must make a move now, or lose my soul forever.
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The End.
This is a VERY short story from Vegeta's POV about his life on Earth and his intentions to make a change. This story is currently my only tale that could be considered canon, and the only non-yaoi fic. I wrote this story to take a breather from my deeper tales, such as Daresay and Lamb Without Blemish. I hope you enjoy it.
The Path Of Least Resistance
It must be in human nature to take the trodden path, lest a person get caught up among thorns. I have lived among these Earthlings for nearly half of my life, and I have unfortunately succumbed to their ways. When did I become this softened warrior? My life used to be driven forward entirely by passion. Now, I awake to the same woman everyday, to my son, and to my ceaseless training. I realized that over time I began to love these accommodations, the affections of my wife, and the pride I feel while watching my son, yet I cannot help but understand that I have traded in my Saiyan soul in order to claim the trite and momentary pleasures. When did my strength become so meaningless? When did people replace their fear of me with tolerance?
After Frieza was destroyed, I chose my life for what I wanted it to be. I trained and killed and did as I pleased. Now, I feel that the order of my steps is numbered by my woman and my son. I give in my desires to gain their joy. When did I start to care for others? My father would be ashamed to see me, a Saiyan prince, bow down to the wishes of some human female. On my home planet, women were taught to follow their mates. Earth seems entirely different. I have given up my legacy and gained a comfortable room and food. I have sold my soul to something worse than Frieza. I have turned myself over to the glazed over eyes of a passionless society. I have taken the path of least resistance.
No amount of contemplation can settle these feelings within me. I must make a move to change my destiny. I must redeem my soul from the clutches of this weak life. I cannot continue to suffer the niceties of my everyday existence and bear it with the usual indifference. I must make a move now, or lose my soul forever.
|||:
The End.