Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ HIStory and HERstory ❯ Introspection: Vegeta Style ( Chapter 1 )

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HIStory and HERstory

By: Majin Ouji

CHAPTER 1: Introspection (Vegeta Style)

Unlike all the other lavishly furnished living quarters of Capsule Corp., this one is clean of the many "stupid human clutter" upon the "request" of the cordial houseguest. Barely an indication of the occupant's high social status is the purple hue of the silken sheets on which lies the very restless slumbering form of a certain arrogant alien prince. Written all over his chiseled features is TENSION - unbearable even for him. Heat emanating from his sweat-drenched body fosters the room with a damp, balmy, and tropic-like climate belying the raging cold gust negotiating with the ajar windows for entry.

Completely oblivious to the weather tug-of-war going on, the alien royal's limbs writhes in barely suppressed anxiety - even in his sleep he just had to be tough. He is in the heat of battle. The venue: some corner of his gloomy, volatile, deranged, psychotic saiya-jin mind.

`A saiya-jin can only be cruel…' I remember my epitaph on Namek all too well.

I jolt back to consciousness. Involuntarily, my arms prop my reluctant body to sit up straight. Heavy beads of sweat race from my forehead down to my torso. I desperately catch my breath and inhale as much air as my lungs would permit. I continue to breathe erratically for a few moments as my eyes wander around my dimly lit quarters.

Realization.

"You're alive." I say to myself apathetically, void of any zeal.

"Kakkarot! …" came out in a low growl low as my sharp teeth grit against each other to the brink of breaking. The commoner saved me. I feel a vein popping in my forehead just thinking about that intellectually challenged third-rate warrior.

I.DESPISE. HIM.

That commoner stole my destiny. Freeza, that purple abominable faggot, met his demise in his saiya-jin hands - NOT MINE!!! He ascended to Super Saiyan Status - the title which is my birthright, the legendary warrior of the Saiya-jin race.

My race.

A dead race.

An all to familiar pain punctures my chest compelling my right hand to caress that aching spot. "Kuso…" I mutter with much annoyance. Regaining some of my senses, I put my arms behind my head as I lean on the headboard. This dream is not a rare occurrence, a searing pinkish beam burrowing right through my badly beaten body extinguishing what little life is left in me. It was a noble defeat. The only end my wounded pride would accept is to fall like true warrior's do - to die in battle. It should have been that way.

"BUT NO! YOU just had to shame me even more by reviving me with the dragonballs!" with unabashed rage, I utter these to blow off steam. But it's not enough.

"ONORE! BAKA! SHIMATTA!" In tune with the badmouthing are tightly clenched fists pounding on the soft mattress. I exhaust every breath in cursing the object of my HATRED.

Still, I am not satisfied.

"Anytime, I'd rather book a plane ticket to hell than live this shitty life you so considerately gave me!" My voice trembles with fury… and uncertainty?!

Hell. That is where I belong but a shiver that coursed along my spine seems to argue otherwise.

"Damn You…" You just had to give me a front row seat in your victory - MY DEFEAT!

Why must my fucking mind remind me of my failures - in excruciatingly vivid details?!?!

"… " I scream but I hear nothing. No sound came from my quaking lips. The turmoil within me is settling at a more controllable level. I now become aware of the heat seeping from my tensed body. I reprimand myself. Never did I lose control of my ki in my sleep. I revert it back to normal. Now would be a pretty damn good time to try reflect on that last bit of thought before I bolted out from my not so peaceful slumber: A saya-jin can only be cruel…

"Have I not stayed true to that?!" I hear my gentle pleading words echo through the dark realms of my mind… as well as the four corners rooms of my room.

`I believe so.' I yell in my mind. "What came out of it?" I utter this once, almost like an angry whisper. Even with my excellent hearing, I barely heard my own question. To say I'm irritated would be an understatement.

The answer is plain and simple: DEATH.

This "second chance in life", a human concept the woman kept reminding me, is supposed to be taken advantage of.

I snort inwardly. I give no second thoughts in taking advantage of anything. "Yes. A second chance… in putting YOU out of your misery and claiming what is rightfully MINE!!!" I say this in a cold demeanor far beneath the chilly air enveloping me. No one is around.

Two conflicting emotions tugged for supremacy somewhere in my polluted mind. Not surprisingly, Hatred quashed any remnants of Relief. My eyes linger on that troubled spot. A hand touches over it tentatively as if doubting my continued existence as nothing but a mirage - wishful thinking on my part. Then again, I do have to repay Kakkarot for giving me a second chance in life. Killing him agonizingly slow is my way of showing… what's the word?

"Gratitude. That's the word." I manage to choke out. This concept is as alien to me as my being an ally to the Z Senshi losers.

"My destiny…" To erase Kakkarot from the world of the living is my destiny now. I must acquire the powers of the legendary first! I am well aware of the price I have to pay - PAIN. I am saiya-jin elite, first class, I eat torture for breakfast… even lunch and dinner! What are a few broken ribs, dislocated shoulders, and intense hemorrhage in exchange for his severed smiling head? "Haha…" came a sarcastic laugh. Even if I want to indulge myself with the mental image of my reward served on a silver platter, I won't. Only when I see HIS lifeless decapitated corpse in the flesh will I allow myself to savor the moment - EVERY FUCKING MOMENT.

"I WILL NOT FAIL!!!" determined words came out in deafening decibels as I get out of my bed yelling at the open window. I let the silken sheets cascade down my bare body as I come out to perch on the railings of the balcony - which I share with that wench. I am not ashamed of my sculpted physique unlike these insecure humans.

I amuse myself with the sound of my resolve echoing throughout the deserted cityscape. From way up here, ten-storeys up, the view is breath taking. I would not say this out loud and I mentally slap myself for even thinking it.

Disengaging from his perch, the proud - and very naked - heir of a forgotten race abruptly headed for his doorway but came to a sudden halt. Cat-like eyes focused on one thing: The invitingly opened door of the aqua-maned human female.

"Hhmm… I wonder why Bulma left her door wide open?" I ask in a manner uncharacteristic of me - gentle.

"Careless. Unacceptable." I say irritably to the door.

Damn mudball, infested with pathetically weak low-lives - but scoundrels nonetheless - itching to be the apex predator.

"Humans are formidable adversaries. Preying on them is a real challenge." Came a sarcastic retort. I furrow my brows and manipulate my lips to take on that infamous frown to look disturbingly genuine. I know I look the part.

Damn I'm so convincing!

I consider all humans to be insufferably puny. The woman in particular is pathetic even by Earth standards - which is as low as you can go on my book.

She's a convenient target - a sitting duck.

Given that the state-of-the-art security system of Capsule Corp. makes this virtually impenetrable to unwanted elements, she should have known better than be so negligent.

" I guess the loose bolts in her head fell-off completely." I say it in the most nonchalant manner I could muster.

"HMP!" I grunt inwardly. Not in a million years would I do something so reckless - suicidal even.

In battle, leaving your defenses down is hazardous to your health.

It figures. She is NOT a warrior.

"And she calls herself a genius" I continue to argue with the non-responsive piece of wood.

WAIT A MINUTE?!

"NANI?!? Vegeta, Why do you give a fuckin' damn about that human!?" I irritably murmur to myself.

" GGGRRR…" Feral growls rasp from my throat but I manage to swallow them back… with much difficulty.

I am careful not to wake her. Not that I give a damn about interrupting her "beauty sleep" as she would prefer calling it. I am agitated enough already to bear with the bitching that would naturally follow for disturbing her. Anyway, who am I to deprive such a hideous creature of much needed beauty sleep?

"It's cruel how the gene pool could play tricks on you." I say candidly cruel. Times like this, I amaze myself with my creativity. Mental note: Include this in your repertoire of bulma-specific verbal assaults.

"Nah, she's not that ugly." As soon as I heard myself, I had the sudden urge to strangle myself.

I compensate for the previous… err… mental lapse.

Remembering to keep my voice down low, I deliver an almost inaudible rapid run-down of that repertoire "bitchwhorewenchloudmouthdisgustinglyhideousslut…" That train of curses halted when I could breathe no more.

Mental slapping is in order. "Kuso…" It's not enough. I resort to slapping of the physical variety but to no avail. I shake my head in disbelief. Nonetheless, I congratulate myself for my previous genius. I dwell on that thought, desperately hoping to exorcise Bulma from my head.

"… " GGGRRReat! I just forgot what I was about to say. "This is just plain dandy." I mumble sarcastically as I raise my hands to the heavens. I must really look like a village idiot right now. Anyone unlucky enough to bear witness to THIS had better prepare his OBITUARY.

A not so impertinent question comes to my attention. "I wonder where the scarred weakling has gone to?" Haven't sensed his distinctive laughable ki for quite sometime now. For no reason at all, my lips curl in to a smile. Normal thinking comes back and I berate myself for concerning myself with inconsequential matters. Everything outside the fulfillment of my destiny is utter NONSENSE.

"Nonsense…" I say this more to myself than to the vacuum-like silence that continues to envelop me. I suddenly become aware that I've been gazing at her door for quite sometime now so I avert my wayward eyes from it and immediately make a mad dash for my living quarters.

As the out-of-focused figure made that desperate turn, an unwelcome combination of flashing pinkish light and booming racket greeted him. Needless to say, he was caught off-guard. Being the temperamental saiya-jin that he is, there is only one course of action: LOCATE. IDENTIFY. DESTROY.

AN: That's right, I am soliciting for your comments…

We all know the conclusion of this unique love-hate story. "HOW will it come to that?" That is THE QUESTION.