Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Downfall ❯ Redemption ( Chapter 4 )

The Downfall of a Heartless Man

Chapter 4

An entire year passes by. The woman ignores me like I have one of those revolting human diseases that she might catch, and I in turn treat her the same. She doesn't ask me stupid questions or watch me through the window in the G.R. while I train or beg me to view one of those boring human television shows on those impossibly small screens like she used to. She won't even occupy the same room as me. In fact, the only proof I have that she exits is her intoxicating scent that seems to emanate from every inch of the house.

I know she doesn't retreat my presence because she is afraid of me. She has never been afraid of me, not even when I threatened to kill her. I know she hates me. I know she cannot stand to even breathe the same air as I do. At times I am angered by her obvious disgust of me. I am the Saiyan Prince! I am far superior to that bitch and every other creature on this planet! She should bow to my knees and kiss the feet of the man who is going to save her puny people from the Androids!

Then I remember that this is exactly what I asked of her, demanded even. For once the woman obeys without giving any lip. But in the dark recesses of my mind I wish she would ignore me like every other time I demanded her to leave me be. I wish she would have given me a little giggle and said " Oh Vegeta, you don't mean it. I know you just loooove having me around." Just like she always did.

I believed if I could ignore the woman and her antics for a time, whatever sick obsession I hold for her would go away, just cease to exist.

I was wrong. The obsession seems to increase as the days wear on; my every waking thought is spent calculating ways to see her beautiful face again. I can't train, I can't eat, I can't sleep. I can't live. There is not a moment in the day I don't wish that she were mine. Kami, if only my foolish pride didn't always get in the way!

Creeeeek, bom. My superior hearing picks up the sound of a hover vehicle door closing outside and I stop my vigorous training to see who it is. Not that I really give a shit. I need a break anyway. I walk outside and a familiarly nauseating scent drifts through the air. Yamucha?! What the fuck is THAT imbecile doing here again?! I quickly push myself from the ground and begin to float overhead.

I watch solicitously as the moron struts to the door and rings the bell to the house. He has this wide obnoxious grin on his face that makes my skin crawl with utter disgust. "Who is it?" I hear the woman call sweetly as she opens the door. Her face wrinkles in confusion as she recognizes his detestable face. Ha! I knew she wouldn't welcome the fool! "Yamucha? What are YOU doing here? We broke up remember? Almost a year and a half ago." she reminds him. "Awe babe, I know I just...well...I..." he takes her hands in his and begins to spew a string of pathetic lies. " I miss you babe and wait! Wait! Let me finish before you go. I know what I did was wrong and I'm sorry! It's been hell without you Bulma." What a fucking loser! I smirk and wait for the inevitable words to come from the woman's mouth. She won't take that idiot back, I know she won't. " Oh Yamucha! I've been so lonely around here lately! Mom and Dad just got back from a really long trip a few months ago and that ... that jerk Vegeta never comes around, I swear he just trains day and night in that damn G.R. and any way, I've missed you too!" My mouth drops open in awe. WHAT?! She missed HIM! How can that be?

What did you honestly expect her to say? I sneer at myself. "Oh sorry, I don't care about you, I'm in love with Vegeta!" Ha! Never. And the way she said my name...with such vehemence. I could practically feel the poison drip from her tongue. She wanted him, that weakling, that incompetent fool. What the fuck do I care? I don't! They can both rot together on this fucking hell hole of a planet!!

I resume my training in the G.R. while brooding on the thoughts of that boy putting his vile hands all over her body, touching her, forcing himself inside her. My stomach lurches as my mind easily puts images to thoughts. I shudder unconsciously as I recognize the familiar sense of betrayal burning at my core. When I was under the control of that loathsome creature Freiza, betrayal was not an unusual thing. I quicky grew accustomed, if not expectant, to the possibility of it. It didn't affect me. But this woman forces me to feel it again. And it does affect me, in a way I can't explain.

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Sweat pours down my body. I've been training for hours, my mind in a swirl of confusion as I compel myself to forget the maniacal thoughts pounding in my head. I keep pushing my limits farther and farther hoping that soon only the physical pain will be left. I have never felt emotional pain and I'm not sure what it means, but there's no doubt that this is it. This feeling complete loss, this deep endless hole in the center of my being; this is emotional pain.

All of my life I have made myself closed to such things, to such inconveniences. I was taught at an early age that feeling anything other than anger in battle was a disgrace and would make me susceptible to weakness. But all my years of resolve added together, of feeling nothing but anger and malice, is a small comparison to the overwhelming feelings the woman bring alive in me every day.

That is why she is so dangerous, a threat to my existence; she goes against everything I have ever known, ever believed in. Yet, at the same time, it's her most intriguing quality. She is unlike anyone else; I can never quite figure her out. She can burn holes in the shells of your false identity and force you to become who you really are. But even after all your faults and flaws have been exposed to the world, and your name becomes distasteful in your own mouth, she will take you back.

You will tear at yourself a thousand times over, clawing at your own mind to figure her motives. But in the end her only motive is compassion. And for me, the most uncompassionate, undeserving, and uncaring man in the entire universe, it is like kryptonite.

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My breath comes in wheezing gasps as I teeter on the edge of extreme exhaustion. I can take no more. I know good and well that pushing my worn body any farther won't give me any more benefit so, somewhat reluctantly, I end my training. Unbearable pain shoots through every inch of my body, but I ignore it. Pain is the proof that I have gained strength.

Sighing wearily I decide the best way to ease the pain is a full stomach and a hot shower. I heard towards the kitchen but stop myself when I hear a soft voice coming from the den. "Yamucha...stop...please..." The beating of my heart halts viciously as I realize it is the woman with that festering pile of shit. I don't know what to do. My vision becomes clouded and my heart begins to beat again, racing frantically. " Stop Yamucha!" she repeats again, much firmer. WHAT is he doing to her?! To MY woman?!

Without thinking, I stalk angrily to the den shoving aside anything and everything that gets in my way. He is on top of her on the couch, one hand pinning her arms above her head, the other trying to pry her legs open. " Come on baby, you want this I know you want this." he says huskily. Her eyes are wide with fear and her shirt is torn on one side, revealing a milky white breast with a sick purple bruise. Maddened rage replaces all reasonable thought as I realize that HE put that mark on her!! HE dared to harm MY woman!! I grab for the foul creature with savage intentions of ripping him apart. He won't live through this night, of that I am certain. But a desperate shout cuts me off.

"NO! Don't do it Vegeta please!" she begs me. The boy's head quickly snaps around and he releases her arms when he sees my glaring eyes looking is his direction. "He deserves to die! He as going to force you woman, or are you that naive?" I ask in a low growling tone. " Why don't you mind your own fucking business APE?!" he snarls jumping from the couch and into fighting stance. " Are you really so eager to die again boy?" I ask smirking at his foolishness. " NO! Stop it!" shouts the woman forcing her way between the boy and I. She holds up one hand in defiance and the other clutches a small blanket around her chest to cover her naked breast. " Yamucha! Leave!" she screams flashing a deadly gaze in his direction. " But Bulma...I...I..." " Just leave. And if I ever see you here again I swear by Kami ,Yamucha, I will let Vegeta do whatever he wants with you." She says calmly. He stands there a moment more in complete awe. " I said LEAVE!" She cries again, hate present and full in her voice. He runs away like a frightened dog with his tail between his legs, as the human saying goes.

The woman stands rigidly there like a statue, as if in a trance. Tears roll slowly down her face as her resolve melts away. " Vegeta? Why did you do that? Why did you try to help me?" she asks softly, her face still turned away from me. " I don't know." I answer honestly. Finally she turns and looks at me, her cerulean eyes burning into me, searching intently for answers. " I thought you hated me." she says simply. " I do." I say even softer than her, hoping I sound convincing. She nods her head in understanding, but I know she doesn't believe me. She has seen through my mask. Sighing heavily, she walks silently to the stairs. I keep my back to her, not wanting her to see the anguish on my face. Why didn't I just tell her? I ask berating myself cruely. The sound of her footsteps on the wooden steps stop for a moment. "Thanks Vegeta." she whispers sincerely and continues up the stairs, her quiet footfalls slowly dying away.

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