Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Aria ❯ Chapter 1

I no longer have the strength to make even a fist.

 

I, King Vegeta, sit alone in this rocking chair on a planet not my own.

 

As the era ended I only saw death around me. A different kind of death, not brought on by war but from inevitability. Time is not equal and hardly fair.

 

The first to go was the woman. I watched her rust slowly over age. She hid it from those around her but I saw each wrinkle form over her face.

 

Kakarott followed his wife. He was younger than I but fool hearty. Even though he had become weaker he still fought to his death, by then I was too weak to fly to him.

 

But… he died a warrior's death. It was robbed from me by peace and by time. My own glorious death taken. Peace delayed my final battle with Kakarott and finally stole it from me.

 

Everyday I feel myself growing weaker. Strength I had as a youth now gone. I have gotten to the point that even the bald monkey that Kakarott kept could defeat me.

 

I no longer have the strength to even walk, the strength to breath.

 

Everything is now gone, my strength, the dark of my hair, everything that has grown close to me on this rock. Trunks and Bra had left decades ago to start their own lives, though they grieved for their mother they were able to move on. My link to this world died with her.

 

The boy began detesting me when I did not show up for her funeral. When he broke away from me I began questioning myself, of what I thought I knew.

 

From that day there has been a voice in the back of my head that has been gaining volume with each passing day. Kakarott had landed here I remained with Freiza after the death of our planet. What could have been if I escaped to Earth? Would I have been like him?

 

I no longer have the strength suppress my doubts anymore.

 

Woman, after all I have done I sit alone, a wretched old man. A king of a dead race, of a forgotten kingdom. There is nothing left to fight, nothing left to fear. Now, I only wonder if I can go to the same place you have.

 

Tell me Bulma, will I?