Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Everything Happens For A Reason ❯ Vegeta's Prologue ( Chapter 2 )

Everything Happens For A Reason

Prologue - 2

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There is a time in everyone's life when change is inevitable, and even more plausible when it is forced. How we each deal with it is irrelevant, but be safe in the knowledge that everything happens for a reason.

The Saiyajin mind is a complicated thing, its dynamics as confusing as they are determined. Take our hero. Vegeta Ouji. Now he belongs to a predetermined and implacable conception. It is a trial to his life that is as ridiculous as it is intriguing. For a creature such as he, it is hard to live life from one day to the next, because each is as unclear and uncharted as the other. That is the judgment of bordering insanity.

Fate, however, has its own plan and even though you may think that it is swayable, you can never wholly sidestep it. Subtlety never comes clawing to pin cognisance by the scruff of the neck. Events will eventually transpire to hold you to the way your life was predestined to be.

You see Vegeta had something taken away from his life. Most could take a guess at what it was, if indeed they were given the opportunity to know that it existed, but of course they weren't. He would not let it be seen. Would not allude to anything that he didn't want to investigate himself. So he was viewed as he was supposed to be. He put it to the side on a daily basis, hid from the stark truth that it presented his psyche with, and remembered that everything would be ok just as soon as he could train enough to attain the level of Super Saiyajin.

On the inside, he could assert, that there was very little to be happy about, other than the fact that he was still alive, which was as disturbingly degrading as it was misplaced. He was stuck on the back of some horrendously peaceful and comfortable planet, in the general dirge and backwaters of the armpit of the universe, where the inhabitants had literally only just managed to scramble their way out of the primordial soup. He had to endure their ceaseless happiness and good humour, because it was not honourable to decimate a race before the strongest of its inhabitants had been defeated.

Of course Vegeta Ouji was Vegeta Ouji, and he always managed to find something to augment his agitation.

Restraint was not an attribute that sat well with his character, but he knew he had to display it, because as much as Vegeta wished it were not so, Kakarrot was more human than Saiyajin. He could do nothing with greater purpose until his revenge had been exacted.

It was grudgingly admitted therefore, that staying on planet was the only way forward. Despite his better judgement of course, the invitation he had received to gain quarters, albeit temporary, on the planets surface, and which had been boasted as large and accommodating, had been far too in accordance with his plans to be refused.

There was an old saying that Nappa had great delight in reciting to his prince. Keep your allies within spitting range and your rivals truly gobbed on. Not the most eloquent of phrases it is true, but the basics were correct. A saying indeed, that might just as well suit the disgusting ningen's, as it did himself.

On the whole he was resigned to the results. There was nothing untoward about the situation. The ningen's whom had invited him, were everything he could expect of such a backward planet, but there were hints that perhaps they were not as repulsive had he had at first thought. Of course it was all irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, but the grounds were large, the house was comfortable, and most importantly, the food was well put together and served in abundance. Putting up with the occasional air-headed conversation was, in his opinion, better than being destitute.

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