Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Scars ❯ Whatever ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Whatever

By: Vegeta's Mate

A/N: This one shot was written in responsce to Macha's challenge; Macha

Eep, Very angsty. Not certain if 'liked' is the correct word to use here. I'll have to digest this for a while before I am really certain how I feel about it. I can say this, I could certainly feel what Goku was feeling.

So, here would be the challange, could you write a Vegeta POV where he really had nothing but self motivation in all of this? I would find that very difficult to write.

I look on, from a distance, as the idiot drinks himself stupid. I am confused as to why he's down there sitting along the rocks; his jet hair matted due to his incessant tugging on it, his orange and blue gi torn as a result of his drunken staggering.

For the last three years he has been my....hmmm. What word does one use to describe someone that they fuck to relieve stress? Release. Yes that is what he is, he's my release. My release from the nagging and the whining and crying that makes up my daily life. I think that if I didn't use the moron for stress relief that I'd blow this planet apart.

That doesn't sound like a bad idea. After all, wasn't that what I came here to do?

Things change.

I know that Kakarotto thinks that he loves me; hell he'd be insane not to love perfection, but I think he is trying to make me love him. He insists on doing things for me; hunting for me, cooking the kill, being 'on the bottom', and all manner of other things.

It's enough to make me back away from our....'stress relief activities' and find a more suitable fuck who will not try to make me love them.

At currant I am using the scarred prick, he has no idea it's me being as how I wear a mask and disguise my voice. He's not as good a fuck as Kakarotto but he will do until Kakarotto decides to see that this isn't about love, it's about fucking away our stress!

I can hear him mumbeling under his breath and I wonder what he's saying so I lift into the air and fly slowly closer. He growls aloud and staggers to his feet mere moments before I land behind him.

""Just go home Vegeta, I'm drunk and I just want to be alone." he growls keeping his back to me.

"Fool, why would I leave you here to end up killing yourself? Do you think I want to be the cause of a verbal war when that happens?" I just know that the idiot is going to pitch into the water and find that he is too stupid and drunk to swim.

"That's all you care about, isn't it." he states, his tone flat and unfeeling.

"Of course, what would you have me give a damn about?" I answer with a shake of my head.

"Of course." he repeats turning to face me, he has been crying and I feel a small niggeling of fear crawls my spine; he's heart broken.

He looks at me.

"Good bye, Vegeta." and with that last statement he kicks back and dives head first into the water.

"Good bye, Kakarotto"

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So Macha, what do you think? Let me know if the challenge has been answered to your likeing.

Love ya!

Vegeta's Mate