Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Decoding the Saiyan ❯ Sad ( Chapter 15 )

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A/N: The prompt for this chapter was `sad' from the Mood Swings Challenge on the Blue & Black LJ community.

Sad

“I decided to continue my training in the solitude of space, where I would be unhindered by the distractions of the Earth.” -Vegeta, Episode 129, Funimation dub.

The sight of her father running checks on the capsule ship's launch equipment made her heart skip a beat, her hands automatically moving to rest on her rounded belly. She told herself not to worry, not to jump to conclusions, but in her heart she already knew the truth.

Vegeta was leaving.

She forced down the sick feeling in her gut, and focused on remaining calm. Stress wasn't good for the baby, but no matter how many deep breaths she took, she couldn't slow her heart rate. You knew this was coming, she told herself, but it did no good.

Glancing once more out the window, her eyes focused on the lone figure standing on the lawn. Vegeta's silhouette stood out, black in the fading light, looking as cold and hard as a statue. She felt bitter and angry, knowing that he was leaving to go back to wherever he came from, while she would be here alone, giving birth to his son.

She padded down the hall, still holding her belly, and took the stairs down to the ground level of the compound. The back door hung open, and she stepped barefoot onto the grass outside, the air of a cool summer night tasting sweet on her tongue.

Vegeta didn't acknowledge her as she drew up beside him, pausing so that they stood side-by-side, no more than a few inches apart. He continued to stare up at the first emerging stars as she examined his face, his features all the more harsh in the dim evening light.

“You're leaving,” she stated quietly, focusing on keeping her voice calm and even.

“Yes.”

“You'll miss the baby being born,” she said quickly, unable to hide the accusation in her voice. Vegeta turned to stare at her, his eyes hard and cold, his mouth turned down in a frown.

“There are more important things than you and your blasted child,” he replied with contempt.

“He's your child too,” she pressed. “I don't see why you can't just continue to train here.”

“Because you are a distraction!” he roared suddenly, making her jump. She grit her teeth, pushing away the hurt and forcing herself to remain as cold as the man beside her always seemed to be.

“Vegeta - ”

“I am sick of your incessant presence,” he sneered, cutting her off. “I will train far better in space, away from this mud ball and all its ridiculous temptations.”

“Oh, so that's it,” she hissed, finally snapping, and poked him hard in the chest. “You're blaming me for everything, and after all I've done for you! Well let's just see how long your precious gravity machine lasts in space, huh? I wouldn't be surprised if you blow the whole thing up again and end up killing yourself! Well just go, see if I care! I doubt you'll even come back to fight the androids. You'll just abandon us all, just like you abandoned Goku out on the battlefield when he fought Ginyu!” She saw real anger glint in his eyes then, but continued ranting, regardless. “That's right,” she hissed, poking him once more, “I heard about that, you ass!”

“I should kill you for your insolence,” he ground out between clenched teeth, fists shaking at his sides.

“Well go on then,” she spat back, tilting her chin higher as she glared daggers at him. “Kill me and your unborn baby. Be a monster.” Her heart twisted painfully, and she knew it showed on her face and in her wavering voice. “Just know this; I've seen a different side to you, and I know you could be better. You could be so much more than what you allow yourself to be.”

“You are a fool,” he sneered.

“So are you,” she whispered, suddenly too tired to fight. He was going, and there was nothing she could say or do to stop him. She turned on her heel, and left him outside, alone.

She held the tears at bay for as long as possible, and when that failed she slipped into an empty room, slumped against the closed door, and cried.