Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Alone ❯ A Mistake ( Chapter 1 )

A Mistake

By: Vegeta's Mate

A/N: This fic is the prequel to "Alone". I hope I can capture the same intensity as I did in that fic. I plan on giving the background to the circumstances of the afore mentioned fic. I hope people don't mind the jumping around in thoughts, I see Goku as a very scatterbrained person. If you hate it let me know and I'll fix it.

Warnings: V/G, angst (no lemon guys, sorry!), and sap.

Takes place between BUU and the atrocity known as GT. ~.^

The shadows have become my home, it seems. At one time, I was one of the people of the light. I would walk in the sunshine and not even think of hiding in the shadows as I do now. But that was before, before I sparred under the full moon with, who is now, my love interest.

Kami, why must I see him so differently?

Everything was perfect, well as perfect as the life of Son Goku can be, I had my sons, my sparring partner, and a cold bed to climb into at the end of each day. Well, that part wasn't perfect, but hey 2 out of 3 ain't bad.

I should have said 'No.' when he asked me to spar that night. He had an odd look in his eyes. One that I couldn't decipher. But, like the 'baka' he's called me since we met, I followed him unknowing of the consequences that I would reap in doing so.

The short flight to our usual sparring grounds was uneventful, we flew side by side, as normal. After we began to spar was when things went sour.

Our fists met and seperated in a backlash of power as we faced off. He was unusually agressive that night, attacking in a fury of kicks, punches and ki blasts; he held nothing back. That was the problem.

Ever since I could recall, I had to hold back my power so as to not kill someone while we were training. I can see the smear that would have been Krillen if I hadn't held back when we trained together. Everyone I had ever sparred with, I had to hold back.

Then there's Vegeta.

Every one of the few times we've sparred, he's demanded my all. No matter if he knew he was sorely out matched or not, and after every spar just before he'd leave; he'd look at me in a way that made me feel like I'd done something wrong in holding back.

This time was only slightly different, instead of hurrling insults at my head, he attacked me with everything he had, not giving me a chance to defend.

This time I let loose and gave him my all, powering up to Super Saiyajinn level 3. He kept up for awhile, but his stamina was giving out and I could see it happening. With every punch, kick and blast he would get up slower and slower. Always comming back for more.

I felt like I'd killed him when he didn't get up after a particularly harsh punch. In a panic, I rushed to the crater his sleek body made on impact to the hard unforgiving earth, and felt my heart wrench in agony at the obvious pain he was in.

I was a low life.

I had inflicted crushing blows and deadly blasts at him and he, my prince, took all of it and came back for more. That is the reason that he is Vegeta no Ouji and I am a low-class baka. He knew what the odds were and he still came at me. He proved that no matter the odds he would never give up.

I was ashamed.

I had taken advantage of my strength, and in doing so had hurt the one who did not adore me for my strength, but honored me with his grudging friendship.

I did the only thing I could do. I gave him some of my energy and picked up the fight where we had left off. Giving ground slowly but steadily, I burned my energy with abandon and soon we were evenly matched.

Yet I still gave ground.

Every punch he hammered at me, every deadly blast, every punnishing kick, I dropped my ki slightly below his just before impact, causing punches that would normaly cause moderate damage to inflict agonizing injury. After a short time I could not even raise myself from the Goku-shaped hole he sent me into.

I heard him touch down nearby to me, and a moment later his hand burried itself into my messy spikes and pull my head up.

"You disgust me, Kakarott." he said in a depreciating voice.

In that moment I knew....he knew what I did.

I forced myself up on exhausted arms and looked at him. He was so close. He had never been so close to me before, even in battle, he always kept his distance. But now he was close to me, I got a good look at his face and was shocked.

He was beautiful.

I only got a split second to see his face at close range before he shot off into the night to parts unknown.

He hasn't spoken to me since. He hasn't come by to spar, and he has Trunks send me away when I go to him. It is as though I no longer exist to him.

For weeks now I have hidden in the shadows around his home, watching him as he goes about his usual routine. His treks to the GT, Mrs. Briefs' trips out to feed him, and I see how, when he thinks no one sees him, his shoulders stoop almost as if he feels defeated.

I feel responsable for that and it hurts. Knowing that what I did can never be taken back kills me every time I think about it.

In the weeks I have watched him from the shadows of his home, I found that I did not care for him in the way that a friend should. I didn't want his friendship.

I wanted his passion and intensity, I wanted his hurt, his anger, his disgust, his pity, his pride, his cynacism....in short I wanted him in all of his many facets and moods.

But this can never be.

I lay awake at night and wonder if things could have been different if only I hadn't done what I had. I will never know, it seems, for my world was destroyed by my own hand before I even realized what I had.

Someday I know I will confront him with the love he has, unwittingly, instilled in me. I only hope that he won't kill me when I tell him how I feel.

Maybe he'll see that what I did was, just as I see it.

A Mistake.

~Owari~

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So....does this give light to any questions about the events leading up to "Alone" ? I hope so, let me know what you thought and please send any constructive criticism you may have for any of my work. ~.^