Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It Was Supposed To Be Forever ❯ Chapter 5

Disclaimer: Me (Gokusgirl) Severina and Lady Valtaya don't own nothing in this story. Well, There's Sapphra… Brent, the Jeweler and the Evil reporter Wolff… but we know you don't want them anyway… So, don't sue us… K??

Notes: Hmm… poor Vegeta…

It Was Supposed To Be Forever

Chapter 5

He stood on the cliff that overlooked South City. His dark, piercing eyes observed every inhabitant who walked down the streets below. He slowly closed his eyes for a moment, feeling his anger slowly return.

How could she not trust him? After all they been through, after all he gave up to be with her...and it was all shot to pieces in a matter of seconds. He couldn't explain the intense rage that swelled inside him so; his chest throbbed with a dull aching pain he never felt before.

Taking in a sharp breath, Vegeta shook his head, trying to snap himself out of his heated trance. He felt his eyes sting, and he blinked rapidly. Bringing a gloved hand to his face, he noticed his cheeks were wet. Rubbing the moisture between his fingertips he softly laughed to his amazement…so the woman made me cry, He thought sarcastically. That will be the last time she makes me display any of my weaknesses…

Vegeta never cried. Not even when he was a child. Even Napa had been afraid of him. His lack of emotion even as a small boy was one of the things that Frieza had liked about him. The tyrant had tested him relentlessly, always trying to see what would affect him, what would finally break his will and put him forever under his heel. But nothing, not Frieza's abuse and cruelty or the even the destruction of his planet or his noble race had been enough.

Then Bulma came into his life. Not only was she a beautiful, virtuous woman; but also her spirit and mind were strong and a worthy match to his own noble spirit. She never once backed down to him, never showing she was afraid of him either. Acts of human kindness were so bizarre for the Saiyan no ouji, and when she invited him to stay at the CC compound; he didn't understand why she even cared where he went. She moved him in so many ways that no female has ever done, and made him feel like no ever has made him feel in his entire life. It was the little things she did that gained his total gratitude, like working on the gravity machine, making his meals (even though she was terrible at it), and upgrading his battle outfits…he never had anyone do anything nice for him. In the past, people who did things for him did it out of fear of him. But this human weakling did things for him because she cared…it was an emotion Vegeta never mastered, or even cared to understand until then.

But how could he not care? Looking into those deep blue pools, he was lost in them forever. He let his guard down, and became a lover and soul mate. He gave up his life of being a heartless mercenary to become a father. And now, he was about to ask her to marry him, all because he now knew that he wanted forever with her. He never actually told Bulma he loved her; but she knew it. She could feel it when he made love to her, or when he held her hand when they went out. And especially when he took time out to bond with little Trunks.

And now this? How could she so easily accuse and dismiss him like it meant nothing? It was then that Vegeta realized the pain in his chest was the breaking of his heart. He had given it to her, and she stepped on it, crushing the very life from it. He silently swore to himself to never let anyone get that close to him ever again. He gritted his teeth as he felt his anger surge, his thoughts spinning around in his head like a madman.

He raised his right hand, allowing a small amount of energy to emit from this palm. He looked down at the city, his vision blurred from his tears. The sphere of energy grew larger as he began to growl, his breathing increasing with every breath. He wanted to unleash his fury on the city, leveling it to ground. He wanted to take every life down there, for exchange of the inexplicable pain that burned inside him. Just as he was about to send the ki ball down to the ill-fated city, he closed his palm quickly, diminishing the energy's life. He howled with his frustration, and cursed himself mentally for having no desire with going through with it. The woman has changed me so much…

He took off into the sky, heading towards South City. He flew high above the tall buildings until he found the high-rise the Jeweler lived in. What was the purpose of keeping the ring, if he wasn't with her?

Approaching the penthouse door, Vegeta raised his hand up to knock, but paused. He didn't want to do this…why did he feel so conflicted with his emotions? He rapped on the door loudly, and a few moments later it opened. A tall, slender man answered the door; his features on his face were warm and pleasant. Upon seeing who it was, he smiled nervously.

"Mister…ah, Vegeta sir," The Jeweler said with a surprised stutter. "How good it is to see you! Are you here for the ring?"

"Keep it," Vegeta said placing his hands on his hips. "At least for now until I know what I want to do with it. And do not try to contact me about this, understand?"

"Y-yes sir," The Jeweler replied meekly. "Certainly you don't plan on picking up the ring at all…you've already paid for it…"

"We're quite a little chatterbox this afternoon, aren't we?"

"I'm sorry…I did not mean to interfere-"

"Then do what you do best and stay out of my business!" Vegeta said with a growl as he turned to walk away.

"That was an amazing article about you, saving that poor defenseless woman," The Jeweler added, making Vegeta stop dead in his tracks. "I'm glad someone finally rescued that beautiful young lady from that monster of a husband. You're a true hero!"

Vegeta slowly turned around, his jaw clenched with his ominous statement. The Jeweler could see the fire dancing in his eyes, and realized he went too far. He stepped back a little and gulped, fearful of what Vegeta might do. He certainly didn't want to become his next victim.

"I am no one' s hero." Vegeta muttered through clenched teeth, and he turned around and walked down the hallway, leaving a very relieved and thankful jeweler to his thoughts as he carefully closed his door.

As Vegeta walked on, he wish he could buy every one of those damned newspapers with him and that woman. He could see how Bulma could mistakenly assume that he was with her; the picture did look convincing enough. But dammit…it wasn't like that at all. He then thought of the person responsible for taking the picture, and where and who could it be. On thing was for sure, when he did find the imbecile who took that photograph, they were going to pay with their life for prying him and Bulma apart. Count of it.

Too wrapped up in his thoughts, He never noticed the red haired beauty he walked right into, causing her to land on the ground. He blinked, when he felt the frail form run into him, and he looked down at her sitting on her bottom on the floor. She raised her head, and that when Vegeta realized who it was. It was her…the woman he saved. She didn't look like she did before, all covered with bruises and her face stained with tears. Her face glowed with what he thought was natural beauty…her lips red and lush, cheeks rosy and her eyes the sharpest shade of green he'd ever seen. Her red locks covered some of her eyes, but they were so striking, no one could miss them. She had a stunned look on her face, surprised at who she just ran into.

"What's the chances of meeting you in the same place twice?" The lovely lady said with glee in her voice.

Vegeta was dumbfounded for a moment before regaining his senses to speak. "I didn't mean to push you to the ground." Vegeta said gruffly. He extended his hand out to help her up, and she obliged.

"Don't worry about it, I'm use to being pushed around…but not anymore." She said with a smile, trying to make a quick joke of her shortcomings. They both stood there for a moment, not saying a word. She finally had the courage to break the silence by extending out her hand to him warmly. "My name is Sapphra Brach. I didn't get a chance to introduce myself before. You're Bulma's beau, aren't you?" She queried.

It burned Vegeta to be referred to as 'Bulma's beau' or 'Bulma's man', or any of that. It happened anytime they went out, he was called Bulma's. He was his own person, worthy of a name and title all of his own. It never seemed to occur to these weaklings that he had chosen her.

"I am Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans." Vegeta said as if he was making a declaration. Sapphra's jaw dropped.

"You're a prince?" She asked with wonder. He crossed his arms at this chest and stood proudly, giving a simple nod. Sapphra knew there was something more than class about this man, besides his chiseled body and good looks. Something that seemed regal about him, standing him out high above anyone she ever met. She raised a curious eyebrow thinking at what he just told her. "What a Saiyan?"

Vegeta forgot that his race is of no importance with earth people. They would never figure it out. "Something you could not possibly understand. Now if you'll excuse me-"

"I want to thank you for the other day Vegeta." Sapphra said softly. "If you hadn't been there…well, I just- thanks."

Vegeta nodded and began to walk past her when she caught a hold of his arm. He stopped, looking down at the tiny hand that laid so softly on his forearm. He was thinking who gave her the right to even lay a finger on him, violating his personal space? His eyes snapped up at her, and he saw the fear and confusion brewing in her eyes momentarily. She removed her hand quickly, nervously chuckling.

"Sorry," She said with a shrug, noting her little mistake. "I just wanted to ask you if you would like to have a bite to eat, my treat. It's the least I can do for you for saving me."

He was about to curse her and leave. But between his growling stomach and those big green eyes staring pitifully at him, he made the most sensible choice. He gave her a smirk, looking her slowly. She sighed with relief as she saw his mood change.

"Fine," Vegeta said rather smoothly. "You lead the way…Sapphra."

"Great!" Sapphra said with a big smile. She walked down the long corridor to the elevator and he followed. "I know this little Italian place you'll just love…"