Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Desire ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Desire - Chapter 9

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Disclaimer - I don't own dbz…so please don't sue!

Warning: - This is a NC-17 rated story so there will be scenes involving adult themes. Yaoi involved!

The words in Italics are those spoken by Vegeta. I did this to make sure that my readers do not get confused at any point as to who is speaking. ^_^

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I look at Vegeta for a few seconds, wondering whether any other surprising utterances would reveal themselves to me. For him to utter such words is a complete shock…I was half expecting to be punched into oblivion or burnt to a crisp. I didn't expect such…such melodic and seemingly saddening words to be said by someone who had made a point of showing his authority and power the first moment we met. Maybe that's another factor that made me fall in love with him. He's not completely arrogant…only sometimes. He has a fire…a burning passion…and I have it to…

| We aren't so different after all |

I'm still half expecting the Saiyan Prince to lash out at me so I keep my guard up, knowing exactly what he is like when he lets his temper get the best of him.

| Oh…but you love it when he lashes out like that…remember what you were like when you two used to spar together |

I remember it very well. Trying to keep myself under control while we fought wasn't easy. And then Vegeta got angry with me because I wasn't fighting with my full power. I didn't want to hurt him though…I'd caused enough scars in the past…not visible on his body, but inside. I had dented his spirit too many times before…avenging our race was something that he should have carried out…not me.

But I did…and I still feel guilty for doing so. But I had no choice. I remember, when we were up against Frieza he practically pleaded and begged for me to destroy him. He was in no fit state to.

But it still should have been him.

Removing myself from my thoughts, I take a small glimpse at his face. Smirk removed at last, he looks at me with an emotionless face, making me feel uncomfortable inside.

| I'm so confused…does he have feelings for me or not? Were those tears that I saw earlier? What was he muttering to himself by the fire? |

| Well…you won't ever find out until you ask |

Tired of my cowardliness, I cough authoritatively and immediately grasp Vegeta's attention. Unsure on how to phrase the question or bring it up into a polite conversation, I just blurt it out…

"Er…Vegeta…what were you mumbling earlier?"

He sighs. I am surprised to find that it is a genuine sigh…almost as if he had been waiting for me to ask this question.

"I'm not surprised to find you're curious Kakarott…Saiyans such as ourselves are always curious of their heritage."

He stares at the perplexed expression on my face and laughs.

"Ah…the great Kakarott is confused. Well…let me put it this way. I was speaking our native tongue, it was a very famous Saiyan quote. One only used at one time in a Saiyan's life."

"A quote…so it's fairly old then right?"

"Yes Kakarott…it's as old as time. It has been passed down from generation to generation and is something that our planet used to take very seriously. If you ever uttered these words at the wrong time or to an unsuitable person, then disaster could strike."

I stand there, as confused as ever, but curious as to what power these words could have. I heard an old Earth saying once that went along the lines of the pen being mightier than the sword. I did not know what these words meant at first and it was only a few years ago that I discovered what they meant. I had laughed when Gohan had told me. I had told him that once, my bookworm son had got something wrong. How could words possibly be greater than action?

He had tried to explain it to me…something along the lines of psychological and mental strengths rather than physical strengths but I had just scoffed at his words. Chi-Chi would have been proud of him for stating such rubbish.

But maybe he was right. If what Vegeta says is true…than maybe words do have some form of power. Some words anyway.

"So…Vegeta…how come these words are so strong? Are they commands for attack or something?"

He slaps one hand to his head in an exasperated gesture and growls in a low, menacing tone. "No…you baka! These words were the cause of several deaths on our planet. But they are not words of war."

"What are they then? Something to do with food?"

"Ah…why do you always think of food?!"

He storms off to the corner of the room, his back to me. Obviously, the words were nothing to do with food. What could they mean? Is Vegeta just playing tricks with me?

"Vegeta?"

He slowly turns around to face me. I gasp when I notice small tears in his eyes. This time, his pride has gone and he lets them fall down his cheeks. Still unsure as to whether I am imagining them or not, I walk over to the once emotionless Saiyan Prince and hold one hand up to his right cheek. Gently grazing my index finger across it, I am surprised to find that the tears are indeed, 100% real. I am also surprised to discover that Vegeta does not bat my hand away, like I would expect him to do.

"Vegeta? What are those words?"

As if he has only just noticed my closeness, he jumps back, growling again. Putting my hand down to my side, I look at him, hurt no longer on my face…but some form of understanding.

"Just tell me Vegeta…what's the worst that could happen?"

Happy that I now have the upper hand for a change, I stand there, hands now on my hips as I await his answer. Looking at the clock above my fire impatiently, I yawn and notice his face turn into an intimidating expression. He doesn't know whether to tell me or not…I can tell that. I just don't understand what could happen if he does tell me those words. I mean…words can't do that much, can they?

Wiping his face with one hand, he mutters something, something so low that even I cannot hear.

"Those were the words Kakarott…if I say them any louder…well…"

"What Vegeta? Just tell me! What happens if you utter those words and I can hear them?"

Gasping as if short of breath, more tears start to fall down Vegeta's face. I want to comfort him but I daren't get too close, I don't want another spat.

"Kakarott…if I say those words to you and they aren't suitable then…then…"

"What Vegeta, tell me!"

"ONE OF US WILL PERISH ALRIGHT?"

A golden light fills the room as he transforms, standing there in amongst a brilliant light, looking like the sun. And he is. Because my entire world revolves around him.

"Well…how do you know that I aren't suitable?"

Turning down his ki level slightly, he sighs. "I don't."

"Then tell me…please Vegeta."

He falls to his knees, head hung low. It's almost as if he is too ashamed or embarrassed to tell me. He should know by now that he can tell me anything. More than likely, I won't understand it so it doesn't matter. I have died so many times that I do not care what happens to me. I have outlived most of those close to me, I do not care what happens now. I just don't want to be alone any longer.

Keeping his head low, he utters words in what must be our old language. I hear them as plainly as if he were whispering them into my ear, and yet, I do not understand them. I am not familiar with our language, the only language I have ever known is my current tongue. Perhaps whatever is meant to happen will not occur unless spoken in a language that is understood by both parties.

"Vegeta…I do not understand. Can you translate it for me?"

Letting out a huge sigh, I notice tears hit the wooden floor of my cabin and await his answer with keen interest. I do rush him, he must take his time if he is to get it exactly correct. After a couple of minutes, he finally rises up, standing in a dominant and authoritative position, almost as if his emotional outburst of tears and loss of pride had never happened. I question him with a look, which he answers with a grin.

He has translated the words.

"These words are sacred, passed on from generation to generation by word of mouth only. No-one knows what started this but everyone knows how the story ends of the words are not spoken truthfully or to the suitable source. Kakarott…I do not know if you are that source, but what I say is true, so if you are not the one then maybe I might be forgiven."

"Vegeta…I…"

"Silence Kakarott…Now listen. The words are…"

He takes a deep breath before uttering them. I notice sweat pouring from his brow, something I never noticed before.

| Is he that nervous about a bunch of some dumb words? |

"Nekia domorotidi tokui yuhta erifigends loosely translated means…You shall be mine, forever."

I gasp and cover my mouth as soon as it escapes my mouth. I look at Vegeta's now expressionless face. I am unsure of how to react…does this mean what I think it means?

"What are you trying to say Vegeta?"

Walking slowly towards me, he opens his mouth once and then shuts it, almost as if he cannot say what he wants to. Why does he allow himself to be trapped inside such a body? A body so filled with pride and the want for power that it cannot express itself, it cannot let others know how it feels. I now understand how Bulma must have felt all those years ago. She had said to me that she did not know whether Vegeta truly loved her or not. She couldn't understand whether Vegeta just needed quick release every now and then, and that their children was just a result of Vegeta's 'carelessness', or whether he did truly love her. She never got to find out either, and I don't think anyone ever will.

But I won't let that happen to me. I won't allow myself to be led along like Bulma was. My friend may have had a brilliant mind, but she lacked something, she lacked a power to make herself completely known to Vegeta. That will not happen to me, he will notice me. And he will reveal his emotions.

I will make sure of it.

"Vegeta…I am sick and tired of you hiding your feelings and thoughts from me. I refuse to be led along like you led so many people along on our planet. I do not care about your conquest for power and I think its about time you let your pride go and think about what's really important. Friends, family…just think Vegeta and stop being so selfish!"

"You just don't get it Kakarott! Power and killing are my life…I cannot change, I will always be this way!"

"You won't Vegeta, not if you fight it. Now just tell me what those words mean!"

Grinding his teeth together, I feel his ki level shoot up again to unbelievable heights. I gasp in shock, I did not know that Vegeta had gotten so strong…he's close to my power. He must have been training none stop in the gravity chamber, probably almost killing himself.

Like he used to before he got together with Bulma and had a family with her. Perhaps he did have feelings for have after all.

"VEGETA! TELL ME!"

"I LOVE YOU KAKAROTT ALRIGHT?! THERE, YOU HAPPY? I'VE REVEALED MY WEAKNESS TO YOU NOW!"

Surprise fills my entire body. I knew that we were starting to become friends but with all of the hurtful comments and surprise attacks that he still performed on me, I thought that a large element of hate for me still remained. I never would have imagined that I could be so wrong.

His ki level suddenly shoots down to almost nothing as he collapses to the floor, breathing heavily. I run over to help him up but he bats away my hand.

"Enjoy this while you can Kakarott. I bet inside you are laughing at me, a pathetic fool who has lowered himself to have feelings."

"Vegeta, emotions and feelings are no sign of weakness. They make you stronger, look what emotions did to me. Imagine how I would have been if I had never knocked my head when I was a child. This planet would not exist and we would probably never have met. Imagine that."

"Kakarott…just answer me this. Did you mean what you said…because if not…then…"

"Vegeta, I am aware of what will happen if I was untrue. But I was not…I would not blurt out such feelings without just cause. I feel them Vegeta…I would have thought that my actions symbolised that."

He sighs, not unhappily this time, but a sigh filled with uncertainty and confusion. He does not know how to control or how to hold onto the emotions he is feeling. Everything is becoming so clear to me. But it is still cloudy for him. Perhaps I can help.

I stand next to him and look at his face. I know he is hurting inside…maybe I can heal him.

"Vegeta…I understand your pain…but maybe I can help. I wasn't joking when I told you how I felt."

I put one hand under his chin, forcing him to look into my eyes. "I love you Vegeta…please let me into your life."

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A.N - So will Vegeta let Goku in? Please read and review ^_^