Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Easier to Run Away ❯ Chapter 3: Pink ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: Vegeta is a Linkin Park song, don't you think? Every song I've listened to on “Meteora” reminds me of him. So angry!

 

Chapter 3: Pink

 

Vegeta fell back onto his bed and clenched his teeth. He despised himself, how could he do that to her? She was his world…wasn't she? What a pathetic planet that must be. How could he let himself become…this…he wasn't a man who worshipped or even cared about women. She was the reason he was weak. She deserved to die. He would kill her and get back to his life….but…quickly…he shivered at the thought of Bulma in pain. He opened his eyes and fought away his emotions.

 

You are alone…She is nothing…

 

I need her; she makes me feel like I'm not alone anymore…

 

You are strong, you need no woman, and you will always be alone…

 

But…I love her.

 

Love? You can't love, Prince, you are a demon from her dreams, sheis tortured by your constant presence in your life… it's time you but the wench out of her misery. You can never give her what she wants. You can never be a husband. You are a murderer…

 

Vegeta fought with the voice in his head for hours, pushing his mind back and forth across the thought of the only person he cared about. Every thought drained him of a small amount of feeling until he felt nothing at all. His mind reeled, and confusion took over. Vegeta stood and breathed in deeply, in through his nose, out through his mouth. He needed calm. He needed control. He coaxed out his inner devil, with the promise of blood. He lifted his eyes from the floor, cool, obsidian, emptiness. He understood dominance, he would dominate his feelings, control his life and if it were the last thing he did, he would…

 

What would he do? Bulma…thoughts started to flit through his head again and confusion threatened to take him over.

 

A thought flitted into Vegeta's head. What if Onna wanted him? What if he could…apologize…and- what if….Vegeta curled over and nearly vomited. Hope was fleeting and always left the prince feeling wretched. The woman would not have him. He was not worth having. She… she was merely trapped by his threatening presence. She truly hated him. Obviously. She was suffering severely. Why should the one he….cared for have to suffer? She needed….

 

Release…

 

Release. Onna…needed….

 

Peace….freedom…

 

Yes, but how could he help her? Was it possible that he could do something…? If so, he didn't know what.

 

Kill her…

 

Vegeta was taken aback by his thoughts, but the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. She was suffering. She needed release. Peace of mind, freedom from his constant presence. Vegeta's blood pumped faster at the thought of a kill. It had been too long. Armed with his justification, Vegeta let his instincts take over.

 

The prince flew out of his bedroom window towards the hospital, where he would find his prey. He was surprised at how long he had been lying in his bed, it seemed like minutes, but the sun was already dropping in the west, painting the sky red. Vegeta didn't know where the hospital was, but he could feel her ki spiking up and down as she fought for life.

 

Don't worry Onna, you'll soon be free…

 

His pained and confused mind finally beat him, and he believed that she didn't want to live; he convinced himself that the peace of death would be better than a life with her devil two footsteps behind, breathing down her neck. He didn't understand love. He had never been loved before… he refused to believe that she could give such a precious gift to him, of all people.

 

He came to the hospital, and landed lightly in front of it. A man rushed past into the building bumping Vegeta as he passed.

 

“Sorry!” he called as he passed. Vegeta's eyebrow twitched slightly and faster than any eye could follow the man was dead, his neck snapped. A woman screamed, Vegeta silenced her with a ki-blast, and continued into the building. The woman at the front desk smiled nervously when he came in. He looked her up and down, she was…perky.

 

That's right prince, a woman is something to be used…

 

“Hi, sir, are you Ms. Briefs husband? She said you might be coming! If I could just get you to sign in her she's on the top floor in the-“Vegeta reached forward and slammed her face into the desk. She cried out in pain and clutched her broken nose. A group of men in the waiting room saw this and started after him. His mind returned to his prey. He flew up breaking through the floor above him, then the next and the next until he came to the last floor. He landed and stepped forward. Her ki was low, and wasn't spiking anymore.

 

A woman stepped in front of him. Vegeta growled deep in his throat.

 

“I'm sorry sir, you can't go in there! Ms. Briefs is very tired, you'll have to wait!” Vegeta growled louder startling the woman. He lit a ki blast.

 

“No…” a soft voice sounded from inside the room. “He's the father…” Vegeta let the ki-blast disintegrate. Father?

 

He pushed past the frightened nurse and went into the room. Bulma's scent reached Vegeta's nose the moment he entered the room. Sweat beads ran down her face, and she was holding something to her breast. At first Vegeta felt jealousy of this thing that was on his woman, then he realized what this was…

 

“Vegeta,” Bulma said, lifting up the thing and replacing her bra, “Meet your son, Trunks.” Vegeta swallowed air the wrong way and choked on it. Why did he have to fuck that woman? He stepped towards the bed and took the wiggling thing from his mother, holding it awkwardly at an arms length. His hair was lavender, but a tail swung from just above his rear. The child looked at him, then smiled as he pissed on Vegeta's gold tipped boots. This could only be a Saiyajin baby, Vegeta thought to himself, surprising himself with the pride he felt for this new offspring.

 

He looked at Bulma and she made a face halfway between a smile and a grimace. He felt her ki as it dropped lower. He stepped cautiously forward and handed the baby to its mother. He took off, heedless of the wall that got in his way. He went to the cat that grew the sensu beans and grabbed two. She would only need half of one to fully recover, but he wouldn't take the chance of her dying if he attacked her again.

 

What are you doing? His voice screamed.

 

Taking care of my woman. He retorted. He came back to the hospital to find that Bulma had been moved from the room he wrecked. He found her in the one down the hall. In the distance he heard sirens; police coming to take him away. Feh, good luck. He challenged silently. Vegeta went to Bulma and found her with the thing in her arms, both of them asleep. He broke the sensu in half, then crushed one of the pieces in his hand; he poured the sensu dust in her mouth, then tipped her head back so she would swallow it.

 

Vegeta could hear the policemen coming up the stairs. He left the room faster than the eye could follow and went around the hospital, he killed every policeman, every member of the group of men who had tried to stop him, the nurse, the receptionist and every other person who had seen him, he did all this with out stopping to let anyone else see him. Then he found and broke every one of the cameras in the building. He returned to Bulma's room and lifted his Onna and her…and his…new baby, then carried them out of the previous hole he had made.

 

Minutes later he landed in front of Capsule Corp.s and took Bulma up into her room. He took the baby out of his mother's arms and carried him around the house at arms length. A moment later, Vegeta found what he was looking for, the things new room. How had he not noticed this? It was right next to his own.

 

He put it in its bed and stood there for a moment looking at it. For some unknown reason Vegeta felt proud that this thing existed. He supposed it was merely his instincts and the drive that made him reproduce…

 

By this time the thing was awake, and it looked up at its father and smiled again. Vegeta stepped back expecting it to piss on him. But it didn't. Vegeta was relieved. The thing rolled over and sat up, and the Saiyajin Prince beamed with pride knowing that it took human babies months to perform this simple task. Thoughts of reviving the Saiyajin race alighted in his mind.

 

*Sniff* Vegeta wrinkled his nose. The thing just shit in its own bed! He looked at it sternly.

 

“Boy…er…Trunks. Those activities are private and are meant for the bathroom.” Vegeta felt stupid the moment he said that. Even he knew the creature couldn't understand him. Trunks smiled at him and continued his business. The boy could not use the bathroom and would not for at least a year. He needed one of those ridiculous towels that mothers strapped to infants to catch the shit. The idea repulsed the prince.

 

He left the room and returned to Bulma's; shaking her gently, he encouraged her to wake up.

 

“Onna, wake up, your child requires your…expertise.” He said. Bulma groaned and rolled over. Her eyes slitted open and the blue pools gazed at him.

 

“Hnn?” Vegeta paused. Her beauty was captivating. He shook his head.

 

“Never mind, Onna, get some rest.” Turning to leave, Vegeta thought, I am the prince of all Saiyajins, and if I cannot defeat the plight of one child, then I am not fit to bear the name.

 

Baby Trunks giggled when Vegeta came in the room, and Vegeta wrinkled his nose in distaste at the foul smell that was emanating from the thing's bed. He reached in and grabbed it by the scruff of its neck and carried it far in front of him into the bathroom. He set it in the bath tub, but the thing looked helplessly small in the wide tub, so Vegeta took him out and put him in the sink. Satisfied that this was more proper for a thing his size, he nodded curtly. He pushed down roughly on Trunks' shoulder, a firm command stay and looked in the cupboard to find what he needed.

 

The prince found a towel to be the part that catches the fecis, and a bathing cloth to clean it with. There was nothing to keep it on with, so the prince went down to the kitchen and found a roll of duct tape in the supply drawer. As he headed upstairs he heard a thud. Vegeta quickened his pace and found the infant on the floor screaming loudly.

 

“You should have stayed,” He growled at it and put his son back in the sink. Determined, the prince set out about the task of cleaning the whining child's posterior, and it was quite a task. The thing was angry, and didn't want to hold still, but in the end, Vegeta defeated him and stood there proudly holding his clean son. He laid him on the towel and wrapped it around Trunks' waist. It was far too big. So Vegeta Tore it in half and began again.

 

He wrapped the towel around his son's waist again, then brought part of it under his legs. Trunks, in the mean time was doing his best to wiggle out of Vegeta's grip. “You need to learn discipline.” Vegeta muttered as the audacious boy kicked him in the face. Vegeta pinned the boy down with one hand and used his teeth and his other hand to pull a long silver piece of duct tape off the roll.

 

He wrapped the tape around his homemade diaper, again and again until the whole thing was covered in the stuff. Vegeta sniffed, knowing it was an untidy job, but at least it was done. He released his child and watched as the child crawled around the hallway excitedly and right out of his crap catcher contraption.

 

Vegeta growled deeply and grabbed both son and diaper. He forced Trunks' legs back into the diaper and thought for a moment. Spotting the rest of the towel, the prince formulated a plan. He pinned his son down with one hand and went to rip the towel into strips.

 

“Itai!” Vegeta exclaimed as Trunks bit into him. “Little bastard!” he exclaimed, his emotions surging between anger and pride. He would not be bit again however; this half pint Saiyajin would not get the better of the Saiyajin no Ouji. He pinned down the child again, more carefully this time, he held its wrist with his right hand and pinned its other wrist with his left knee.

 

Careful not to let down his weight, lest he smash the infant, Vegeta set out again, with sharp incisors and left hand making strips out of the towel. He fashioned straps out of the strips and taped them to the diaper, wrapping the duct tape around his waist several more times.

 

Finally Vegeta was satisfied, he let go of baby Trunks and his work held. He watched the child for awhile as he crawled down the hallway, and for a moment he didn't care how pathetic he looked: a grown Saiyajin sitting n the middle of the floor playing with a child wrapped in duct tape. He half smiled as the child stood and began to attempt walking. He fell several times before getting the hang of it.

 

To his surprise the thing walked over to him, Vegeta, the murderer, crawled into his lap, and fell asleep.

 

Bulma woke up the next morning with a start, groping for her baby. She jumped out of bed and ran out in the hall. Vegeta was there, fast asleep leaning against the wall with Trunks in his lap. Trunks was wrapped in duct tape and a ripped up towel. Bits of tape, towel and some unmentionables were strewn everywhere. Vegeta's arms were wrapped protectively around his son, and both were snoring softly.

 

Bulma smiled and began cleaning up the mess. Vegeta had a lot to learn, but if he let himself, he could become a good father.

 

A/N: *smiles* I liked that chapter. Of course I'm going to ruin his life in the next chapter *Devil horns show on 3oTan's head* but y'know how it is.

 

Adieu.