Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ HIStory and HERstory ❯ Remember to Forget You ( Chapter 4 )

HIStory and HERstory

DISCLAIMER: All hail Toriyama-sama!

THANK YOU'S: …

SPECIAL THANKS: Thanks to my ever-trusty mug for always holding my ice-cold coffee whenever I exhaust my puny mind power on this BV fiction.

CHAPTER FOUR: Remember to Forget You

A saiya-jin is bad by nature.

An angry one is worse.

Vegeta, the worst of them all, would have been a fitting king for such a barbaric bloodline. When this Machiavellian "little prince" gets inflicted with those tantrum episodes, he transcends that barometer for nastiness - shooting it up to the stratosphere and beyond!

NEWSFLASH! He is in one of those manic fits.

Annihilate!

Burn!

Crush!

Disintegrate!

Eradicate! …

FUCK! Damn reflexes!

A spur-of-the-moment projectile careened, putting whatever startled the extra-temperamental saiya-jin out of its misery. That very impulsive facet of his saiya-jin mind overrode what is left of his level-headedness - if he had any to begin with, that is. On his favored course of action, one thing is amiss: he just went for the kill. Whatever happened to his rules of engagement? As predictably unpredictable he may be in everything else, he is without question a precautious war machine, which is why any rash outburst is unacceptable for a warrior of his superlative caliber and unparalleled ego.

"What in bloody hell?" Power recedes, self-hate dramatically increases.

He paced towards the charred remains of his victim - a harmless digital alarm clock. Indeed, its vibrant flashing and not so sedate beeping can startle anyone, but this alien has a penchant for deluding himself with the thought that he is beyond in all aspects over every sentient being in the known universe. As he inched closer, his baffled saiya-jin mind pushed through with the post-mortem of this uncalled for incident. Destination reached, he again went berserk - this time though, minus those out of control ki-blasts.

"Ouji-sama, congratulate yourself! The scourge of the Northern Galaxy is history thanks to you! You are the one and only SAIYA-JIN NO OUJI, conqueror of lazy human's wake-up contraptions! This victory is yours! YOURS! YOURS! YOURS!" C'mon, calm down. Breathe.

After that breathing exercise, he knowingly ground his hand against the still hot shards of metal scattered on the miraculously unscathed Mahogany table; jagged edges cut through his gloveless palm, letting that precious blue blood of his trickle down from the open flesh. Not even once did he flinch or grunt in discomfort. Discounting his unhealthy training repertoire, there is not a hint of the masochist in him. Everybody is well acquainted with the sadist marauding monkey, but certainly not with this benign self-mutilation of his. At least his ordeals in that little hellish sphere of his have a purpose; this one though, has none - or is there?

"Now…" A glutton for pain, I am.

"…So that you won't forget!" My bloodstained hands never fail to amuse me. This time though, I am half-amused. No wonder, it's my own blood. This is the most effective method of education there is and…

Pause.

"…All that I had ever known."

Though still very much in the middle of reprimanding himself, his keen hearing picks up faint hissing noises from the ceiling. Instinctively, he adopts a defensive stance and tilts his head.

One…

Two…

Three…

Certainly, one-too-many sprinklers than he could care count overwhelm his defenses with harmless water. He bowed down to the soothingly cool water navigating its way through the contours of his well-muscled physique. No enemy lurking in the shadows, Just He, Himself, and Him.

AN: WORK IN PROGRESS! I've been really busy (So shoot me!). Finally, no more academic hassles. This chapter is taking way too long, I know. I'll finish this chapter this week. Really.