Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ No Remorse ( Chapter 55 )
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By: StaindGT 
Vegeta is visited by his formal protector, who wishes nothing else then to cure his ill prince
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.14.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Vegeta is visited by his formal protector, who wishes nothing else then to cure his ill prince
I love this chapter
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.14.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
~~~~~~``` Chapter No Remorse
No mercy for what we are doing
No thought to even what we have done
We don't need to feel the sorrow
No remorse for the helpless one--- Metallica
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Only a week so far out in the middle of the snowy cliffs in the Himalayas and all ready, Vegeta has had enough. He sat upon the highest peak on Timbuktu, hiding from the other three that seemed to think he actually wanted them around. Why the woman insisted on that fool coming he would not learn to this day. In the beginning she had promised only Trunks and made it into a father-son camping trip, literally making it impossible for him to object. His son needed a vacation just as much as he.
The boy was stronger then anticipated that was for sure. Vegeta looked upon the child that was only sixty feet away sitting with Kakarot’s second spawn by the fire while Kakarot himself was off talking to Big Foot or something or other. Trunks had overcome his withdrawal very impressively. Vegeta thought for sure the boy would at least become crazy for as little as a few hours. But only sudden fits of rage which lasted but a few seconds occurred every now and then. The human side of him must be calming his Sayian instinct. That must be nice.
Vegeta had pure blood running through his veins and being without his mate was already making him grouchy. However he knew it was just him and not the bond they shared. For Sayians can go at least a year or more without smelling the creature of their desire. They need to have that time span just in case a battle were to break out.
The five layer of ice melted beneath his bottom and now he sat upon jagged rocks. His ki high enough to blow the world up five times over, his skin more then likely could be used as a stove. Sweat poured down his temples but only sizzled upon the shearing heat of his skin. Vegeta knew this would happen hence the reason he was a thousand miles away from his mate and civilization. His muscles clenched every now and then in the aggression, but he ignored it, trying his best to concentrate at the quietness of the sky and not the war that commenced in his mind.
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“Come on Monkey Prince, you know you’ll like it.”
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Vegeta shook his head, taking a deep breath while bending his knees to take them into his chest and hold them with his arms wrapped tight around them. The memories were unrelenting. Any Sayian near could feel the pain and strength emitting from him. And he hated that he was not alone. But then, as the woman had mention, it was the only reason he wasn’t giving into the chilling thoughts.
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“That’s a good monkey.”
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Vegeta growled low in his throat rising to his feet. He snapped his head over to the two boys who looked upon him with question but were not surprised when his eyes flashed teal and his haired dyed to the golden hue of Super Sayian. Trunks and Goten followed suit jumping in the air after Vegeta and were quickly on the defense mood.
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“Come on, Vegeta.” The incessant, annoying whining sound of the overly large child that was Kakarot was like a drill to the temple, as humans would say anyway. A drill would pierce no Sayian skin but that wasn’t the point.
Vegeta squeezed the bridge of his nose, his fist clenching at his side, “For the last time, Kakarot, no.” He bit turning his back on the pouting savior of worlds. All in all, it wasn’t just that another had annilated Frieza and all the other threats upon this earth. It was the fact that the person was a five year old inside a forty year old’s body. That was the depressing part of it all.
“Well do you at least want me to tell her anything?” He questioned watching the Prince walk away stubbornly.
“Tell her you’re a moron.” Vegeta muffled back, slamming the front door.
Goku grinned, “He says he loves you and misses you deeply, Bulma.”
“Yeah, I’m sure Goku. How’s everything going on up there?”
“Well, Vegeta’s been more grouchy then ever. But we all are use to it.”
“Serious Goku. How’s Vegeta doing?”
He smiled at her in reassurance upon the screen, “It’s kind of weird. He talks to himself when he thinks no one can hear. It’s like someone is standing with him and he doesn’t want them there. But then there isn’t anyone there. And his ki. I don’t know how the world doesn’t crack beneath his foot when he walks. He’s broken almost all the cups and plates here and don’t get me started on silverware. He had almost lost it before but after kicking my butt around it calmed him down a bit. I don’t get what could be so horrible for him to be like this. I know Vegeta’s past isn’t all that great but to cause him to just lose all consciousness to his actions. It’s weird.”
“Just have patience with him. I’m not telling you this, you’re the most patient guy I know but I mean with Goten and Trunks. Tell them just to have patience and when Vegeta blows up at them tell them to ignore it. He doesn’t mean anything by it.”
“He doesn’t really talk to us. He stays in his room half the time and if not there then far away on another mountain. Only when he wants to spar does he really interact with any of us.”
“How’s Trunks?”
“He seems fine. Having Goten around is really cheering him up. He’s starting to act like his old self again.”
Bulma rested her forehead in her hand, “Kami, Goku how’d I get such a screwed up family?”
“Bulma…”
“I know. I know. I didn’t mean it. I just wish they were okay. And it hurts that I can’t do anything for them.”
“Bulma, don’t let it hurt. They’re fine.--”
“They’re not fine, Goku! My son is suicidal and my husband is torturing himself because he was a monster in the past. I know what fine is Goku. And they are not fine!”
Goku gave a lopsided grin, “You done?”
She smiled, laughing lightly at her own stupidity. “Yeah. I’m done. I’m just tired is all.”
“Kakarot! Get out here this instant!” Vegeta muffled voice through the walls sounded.
Goku smiled, “Vegeta’s calling me. He wants to spar. I better go before he blows up the house.”
“Okay. Call me soon. And Goku? Please don’t tell them what I said.”
“Course not, B. See ya.”
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Sleeping was not going to happen. It won’t happen tonight and it won’t happen tomorrow just like the two weeks before. Vegeta rolled out of bed, the fire crackled and caught his attention for a few moments. He let the warmth calm him, no matter how hot his body was all ready. He needed to get out. It was so small in here. Suffocating. Vegeta climbed out the window not wanting to wake any of the others with his wanderings in the middle of the nights. Maybe a nice swim will clear some of the thoughts away.
Dressed only in spandex shorts, Vegeta flew up into the ninety below zero wind and headed down the short path, caring nil for the snow that covered him. It was brutal up in this mountain. It was a good thing they had the reinforced house Bulma had made for all kinds of weathers. He dropped down next to the solid ice, snow covered bank and shot a ki blast into the large ditch and watched with un-interest as it all melted and heat now swayed above the lake. Vegeta stripped himself of his clothes and dived in.
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“You’re a monster! You’re a sick bastard!”
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“Let me go! Please don’t!”
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“Don’t kill me, I beg you. Please. I don’t want to die.”
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Vegeta emerged, his hair slick back. He laid out upon the hot water, floating there as he stared up at the moon.
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“I bet you like it. What I do to you.”
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“Fuck her, monkey.”
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“Congratulations, Prince. You have just destroyed the last Sayian female.”
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Vegeta turned upright, the water once again freezing preparing to turn to ice. He floated out of the water, his heated body quickly drying him before the water could become frost. He pulled his shorts on and headed back home, dropping however outside the door of the house and restarting the fire with his ki. He sat on the log Trunks had cut down for this very purpose and watched the flickering of the flames.
The peace however was soon interrupted by his own voice in the wind. “Go away.”
“You know I can’t, Vegeta-sama.”
Refusing to meet the eyes of his past teacher, Vegeta kept his gaze strong on the fire. “You’re not real.”
“I’m real. In your mind but real nonetheless.”
“You should be in hell.”
“In reality, I am. But again we’re not talking of reality.”
“Return to it then.”
“Prince--”
“Do not call me that!”
“Must we have the same conversation again?” Vegeta kept silent, hoping if his ignorance of the creature staring at him would cause the spirit to get discourage and leave. It has worked before, training with his son, or battling with Goku at high noon, or early morning. The ghost never left his line of sight. “You cannot ignore me, Vegeta-sama. You want to speak with me.”
“You’re not real.”
“Then why is it that you see me?”
“No one else sees you!” Vegeta snapped to his feet, glaring now at the creature. “You make me look like a fool before my son! You are not real! I killed you.”
“That you did. But we covered that nights ago.”
“Why are you here?” Vegeta growled violently, clenching his fists.
“As I said, Vegeta-sama. You want to speak with me.”
“I don’t!”
“Then why am I here?”
“Idiot! That is the question you are to answer!” Vegeta watched the apparition of Radditz sigh in his defeat and take a seat on the log opposite of the fire, tucking his muscled leg into his chest, wrapping his arm around the appendage and resting his chin upon it. . Watching the man for only a few moments, Vegeta took a seat himself, continuingly his stubborn stare at the fire.
“Hell’s not as bad as we thought it would be.” Vegeta hesitated to speak and Radditz noticed instantly. He gave a half-smile, weakly, “No, Vegeta-sama. She is not there. She was the purest of us all. The most innocent. I have seen her though, once before. There is no time in Hell so I cannot say when. The keeper of Hell’s gates was seduced by her wits and she came to Hell only for a few minutes to speak with the King. And since then, your father has been a much more bearable man.”
“Can they see?”
“Everything they are allowed. They see you now and what is going on.”
Vegeta dropped his eyes to the ground. “They are ashamed.”
“Yes. Your father above all. But not of your life, Vegeta-sama. Your father came to me before I was summoned here. He is most impressed with your mate. And though you are soft with your brats, he reports with pride that they carry his blood. It is how you are that your people turn away. Why are you so lost?”
“I am not.”
“Then why do you speak with a dead man every night?”
“Go away, Radditz.”
“Vegeta why must you torture yourself? You are Sayian! Why are you ashamed of it?”
“I will never be!”
“You are, Prince. That is why you are so ill. Listen to me, young one--”
“I am older then you were when I killed you.”
“Yes, but I will always be your elder, boy. You were always so confused as a young child and you are still. That is why I am here. That is why your subconscious only wants to speak with me. I have the answers you seek.”
“I want no answers. I want no help.”
“Then I ask you again, why do you speak to a man you killed years ago?”
“You want revenge for what I did. So you are driving me insane.”
The ghost laughed whole-heartedly but quickly clamed himself. “Vegeta-sama, that may have been the way I was for years after my death, but Hell has changed me. Hell has changed everyone. Your father the most. And I see that living on Earth has changed you.” It was silent beside the harsh wind of snow that piled around them. “No one scorns you for changing, Prince Vegeta. But there is something you must understand. You are Sayian. And Sayians are brutal, cruel, violent, irrational beings, and we are above all else selfish and stubborn. What we did in the past was what we had to do to survive. Nothing is wrong with that. Yes, the things we did we should not be proud of and it’s nothing we can redeem and nothing we should. But Vegeta, the Demon himself would not punish his very soul if he were to find the light of so called Kami. It’s a waste of time. We all agree below that you need to just forget us, live your life and when you meet the end, you meet the end with no regrets. Really, what are you trying to accomplish with this self-torture? As we all see it, you are ashamed. That woman of yours makes you ashamed, and that is understandable. But then, she also accepts that it was a part of you. Why not do the same? You cannot change the past, Vegeta. And you are not that way now.”
“And that is supposed to make it all right?” Bitterness swallowed each word. “Everything that I have done in my life, it is to be just fine because I am not that way anymore?”
“Yes, sire. That’s exactly right. Those things made you who you are. If you were the same, then you would have reason to torture yourself for all you would be is the exact replica of Frieza. But you’re not. And then when you think if all of the things you have done never happened, where do you think you would be? What life would you have if the king had fought instead of giving you up? Would you have a mate now who matches you in battle and holds a emotion that no Sayian could ever have given you, or brats that want only your acceptance and your attention?” Radditz waited patiently for a response however the child he once knew, now a man, said nothing. “Would you like to see? I can show you. But it will take all of my energy and my soul will evaporate, and never can you call upon me again for the rest of your life and never will you see me when death meets up with you. But I will do it. If you wish. If you think it will ease your suffering and limit your pain. This will be my redemption for how I failed to protect you as your guard.” Radditz stood, Vegeta’s eyes on him staring at him as if he were a young lost child once again. “Sleep, young one. Sleep and you shall see what you have been wanting to see for years of your life.”
No mercy for what we are doing
No thought to even what we have done
We don't need to feel the sorrow
No remorse for the helpless one--- Metallica
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Only a week so far out in the middle of the snowy cliffs in the Himalayas and all ready, Vegeta has had enough. He sat upon the highest peak on Timbuktu, hiding from the other three that seemed to think he actually wanted them around. Why the woman insisted on that fool coming he would not learn to this day. In the beginning she had promised only Trunks and made it into a father-son camping trip, literally making it impossible for him to object. His son needed a vacation just as much as he.
The boy was stronger then anticipated that was for sure. Vegeta looked upon the child that was only sixty feet away sitting with Kakarot’s second spawn by the fire while Kakarot himself was off talking to Big Foot or something or other. Trunks had overcome his withdrawal very impressively. Vegeta thought for sure the boy would at least become crazy for as little as a few hours. But only sudden fits of rage which lasted but a few seconds occurred every now and then. The human side of him must be calming his Sayian instinct. That must be nice.
Vegeta had pure blood running through his veins and being without his mate was already making him grouchy. However he knew it was just him and not the bond they shared. For Sayians can go at least a year or more without smelling the creature of their desire. They need to have that time span just in case a battle were to break out.
The five layer of ice melted beneath his bottom and now he sat upon jagged rocks. His ki high enough to blow the world up five times over, his skin more then likely could be used as a stove. Sweat poured down his temples but only sizzled upon the shearing heat of his skin. Vegeta knew this would happen hence the reason he was a thousand miles away from his mate and civilization. His muscles clenched every now and then in the aggression, but he ignored it, trying his best to concentrate at the quietness of the sky and not the war that commenced in his mind.
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“Come on Monkey Prince, you know you’ll like it.”
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Vegeta shook his head, taking a deep breath while bending his knees to take them into his chest and hold them with his arms wrapped tight around them. The memories were unrelenting. Any Sayian near could feel the pain and strength emitting from him. And he hated that he was not alone. But then, as the woman had mention, it was the only reason he wasn’t giving into the chilling thoughts.
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“That’s a good monkey.”
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Vegeta growled low in his throat rising to his feet. He snapped his head over to the two boys who looked upon him with question but were not surprised when his eyes flashed teal and his haired dyed to the golden hue of Super Sayian. Trunks and Goten followed suit jumping in the air after Vegeta and were quickly on the defense mood.
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“Come on, Vegeta.” The incessant, annoying whining sound of the overly large child that was Kakarot was like a drill to the temple, as humans would say anyway. A drill would pierce no Sayian skin but that wasn’t the point.
Vegeta squeezed the bridge of his nose, his fist clenching at his side, “For the last time, Kakarot, no.” He bit turning his back on the pouting savior of worlds. All in all, it wasn’t just that another had annilated Frieza and all the other threats upon this earth. It was the fact that the person was a five year old inside a forty year old’s body. That was the depressing part of it all.
“Well do you at least want me to tell her anything?” He questioned watching the Prince walk away stubbornly.
“Tell her you’re a moron.” Vegeta muffled back, slamming the front door.
Goku grinned, “He says he loves you and misses you deeply, Bulma.”
“Yeah, I’m sure Goku. How’s everything going on up there?”
“Well, Vegeta’s been more grouchy then ever. But we all are use to it.”
“Serious Goku. How’s Vegeta doing?”
He smiled at her in reassurance upon the screen, “It’s kind of weird. He talks to himself when he thinks no one can hear. It’s like someone is standing with him and he doesn’t want them there. But then there isn’t anyone there. And his ki. I don’t know how the world doesn’t crack beneath his foot when he walks. He’s broken almost all the cups and plates here and don’t get me started on silverware. He had almost lost it before but after kicking my butt around it calmed him down a bit. I don’t get what could be so horrible for him to be like this. I know Vegeta’s past isn’t all that great but to cause him to just lose all consciousness to his actions. It’s weird.”
“Just have patience with him. I’m not telling you this, you’re the most patient guy I know but I mean with Goten and Trunks. Tell them just to have patience and when Vegeta blows up at them tell them to ignore it. He doesn’t mean anything by it.”
“He doesn’t really talk to us. He stays in his room half the time and if not there then far away on another mountain. Only when he wants to spar does he really interact with any of us.”
“How’s Trunks?”
“He seems fine. Having Goten around is really cheering him up. He’s starting to act like his old self again.”
Bulma rested her forehead in her hand, “Kami, Goku how’d I get such a screwed up family?”
“Bulma…”
“I know. I know. I didn’t mean it. I just wish they were okay. And it hurts that I can’t do anything for them.”
“Bulma, don’t let it hurt. They’re fine.--”
“They’re not fine, Goku! My son is suicidal and my husband is torturing himself because he was a monster in the past. I know what fine is Goku. And they are not fine!”
Goku gave a lopsided grin, “You done?”
She smiled, laughing lightly at her own stupidity. “Yeah. I’m done. I’m just tired is all.”
“Kakarot! Get out here this instant!” Vegeta muffled voice through the walls sounded.
Goku smiled, “Vegeta’s calling me. He wants to spar. I better go before he blows up the house.”
“Okay. Call me soon. And Goku? Please don’t tell them what I said.”
“Course not, B. See ya.”
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Sleeping was not going to happen. It won’t happen tonight and it won’t happen tomorrow just like the two weeks before. Vegeta rolled out of bed, the fire crackled and caught his attention for a few moments. He let the warmth calm him, no matter how hot his body was all ready. He needed to get out. It was so small in here. Suffocating. Vegeta climbed out the window not wanting to wake any of the others with his wanderings in the middle of the nights. Maybe a nice swim will clear some of the thoughts away.
Dressed only in spandex shorts, Vegeta flew up into the ninety below zero wind and headed down the short path, caring nil for the snow that covered him. It was brutal up in this mountain. It was a good thing they had the reinforced house Bulma had made for all kinds of weathers. He dropped down next to the solid ice, snow covered bank and shot a ki blast into the large ditch and watched with un-interest as it all melted and heat now swayed above the lake. Vegeta stripped himself of his clothes and dived in.
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“You’re a monster! You’re a sick bastard!”
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“Let me go! Please don’t!”
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“Don’t kill me, I beg you. Please. I don’t want to die.”
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Vegeta emerged, his hair slick back. He laid out upon the hot water, floating there as he stared up at the moon.
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“I bet you like it. What I do to you.”
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“Fuck her, monkey.”
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“Congratulations, Prince. You have just destroyed the last Sayian female.”
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Vegeta turned upright, the water once again freezing preparing to turn to ice. He floated out of the water, his heated body quickly drying him before the water could become frost. He pulled his shorts on and headed back home, dropping however outside the door of the house and restarting the fire with his ki. He sat on the log Trunks had cut down for this very purpose and watched the flickering of the flames.
The peace however was soon interrupted by his own voice in the wind. “Go away.”
“You know I can’t, Vegeta-sama.”
Refusing to meet the eyes of his past teacher, Vegeta kept his gaze strong on the fire. “You’re not real.”
“I’m real. In your mind but real nonetheless.”
“You should be in hell.”
“In reality, I am. But again we’re not talking of reality.”
“Return to it then.”
“Prince--”
“Do not call me that!”
“Must we have the same conversation again?” Vegeta kept silent, hoping if his ignorance of the creature staring at him would cause the spirit to get discourage and leave. It has worked before, training with his son, or battling with Goku at high noon, or early morning. The ghost never left his line of sight. “You cannot ignore me, Vegeta-sama. You want to speak with me.”
“You’re not real.”
“Then why is it that you see me?”
“No one else sees you!” Vegeta snapped to his feet, glaring now at the creature. “You make me look like a fool before my son! You are not real! I killed you.”
“That you did. But we covered that nights ago.”
“Why are you here?” Vegeta growled violently, clenching his fists.
“As I said, Vegeta-sama. You want to speak with me.”
“I don’t!”
“Then why am I here?”
“Idiot! That is the question you are to answer!” Vegeta watched the apparition of Radditz sigh in his defeat and take a seat on the log opposite of the fire, tucking his muscled leg into his chest, wrapping his arm around the appendage and resting his chin upon it. . Watching the man for only a few moments, Vegeta took a seat himself, continuingly his stubborn stare at the fire.
“Hell’s not as bad as we thought it would be.” Vegeta hesitated to speak and Radditz noticed instantly. He gave a half-smile, weakly, “No, Vegeta-sama. She is not there. She was the purest of us all. The most innocent. I have seen her though, once before. There is no time in Hell so I cannot say when. The keeper of Hell’s gates was seduced by her wits and she came to Hell only for a few minutes to speak with the King. And since then, your father has been a much more bearable man.”
“Can they see?”
“Everything they are allowed. They see you now and what is going on.”
Vegeta dropped his eyes to the ground. “They are ashamed.”
“Yes. Your father above all. But not of your life, Vegeta-sama. Your father came to me before I was summoned here. He is most impressed with your mate. And though you are soft with your brats, he reports with pride that they carry his blood. It is how you are that your people turn away. Why are you so lost?”
“I am not.”
“Then why do you speak with a dead man every night?”
“Go away, Radditz.”
“Vegeta why must you torture yourself? You are Sayian! Why are you ashamed of it?”
“I will never be!”
“You are, Prince. That is why you are so ill. Listen to me, young one--”
“I am older then you were when I killed you.”
“Yes, but I will always be your elder, boy. You were always so confused as a young child and you are still. That is why I am here. That is why your subconscious only wants to speak with me. I have the answers you seek.”
“I want no answers. I want no help.”
“Then I ask you again, why do you speak to a man you killed years ago?”
“You want revenge for what I did. So you are driving me insane.”
The ghost laughed whole-heartedly but quickly clamed himself. “Vegeta-sama, that may have been the way I was for years after my death, but Hell has changed me. Hell has changed everyone. Your father the most. And I see that living on Earth has changed you.” It was silent beside the harsh wind of snow that piled around them. “No one scorns you for changing, Prince Vegeta. But there is something you must understand. You are Sayian. And Sayians are brutal, cruel, violent, irrational beings, and we are above all else selfish and stubborn. What we did in the past was what we had to do to survive. Nothing is wrong with that. Yes, the things we did we should not be proud of and it’s nothing we can redeem and nothing we should. But Vegeta, the Demon himself would not punish his very soul if he were to find the light of so called Kami. It’s a waste of time. We all agree below that you need to just forget us, live your life and when you meet the end, you meet the end with no regrets. Really, what are you trying to accomplish with this self-torture? As we all see it, you are ashamed. That woman of yours makes you ashamed, and that is understandable. But then, she also accepts that it was a part of you. Why not do the same? You cannot change the past, Vegeta. And you are not that way now.”
“And that is supposed to make it all right?” Bitterness swallowed each word. “Everything that I have done in my life, it is to be just fine because I am not that way anymore?”
“Yes, sire. That’s exactly right. Those things made you who you are. If you were the same, then you would have reason to torture yourself for all you would be is the exact replica of Frieza. But you’re not. And then when you think if all of the things you have done never happened, where do you think you would be? What life would you have if the king had fought instead of giving you up? Would you have a mate now who matches you in battle and holds a emotion that no Sayian could ever have given you, or brats that want only your acceptance and your attention?” Radditz waited patiently for a response however the child he once knew, now a man, said nothing. “Would you like to see? I can show you. But it will take all of my energy and my soul will evaporate, and never can you call upon me again for the rest of your life and never will you see me when death meets up with you. But I will do it. If you wish. If you think it will ease your suffering and limit your pain. This will be my redemption for how I failed to protect you as your guard.” Radditz stood, Vegeta’s eyes on him staring at him as if he were a young lost child once again. “Sleep, young one. Sleep and you shall see what you have been wanting to see for years of your life.”