Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ tHe DeStInY oF ChAlLeNgE ❯ Destiny's Forbidden Path... ( Chapter 19 )

The Destiny of Challenge

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Chapter 19~ Destiny's Forbidden Path…

Morning had overtaken the velvet sheet of night hours ago, but Vegeta's dark orbs did not falter under the bright haze. A clear set sky was already starting to bloom, its amber shades taking definition within the endless expanse. The bright blue ki still flared, radiating from his stiff body as he flew, casting shadows over the land he passed. Minutes seemed burdened and short, yet moments seemed eternal beneath his almost vacant gaze. His eyes flickered about the scene below him, the many dunes of silken sand spread past farther then he could see, yet thick tropical islands of paradise scattered themselves about the endless river of sand. Vegeta's breath became short as memories of such places flooded his mind, every caress she had bestowed upon him, still fresh in his mind. Despised, yet cherished. He would not dwell on memories, nor would he placate his mind by playing such foolish games.

Flaring his ki, he flew faster. The sharp wind whipped around his body in response, making his senses tingle with the rivaling feeling of both the heat gained from his ki, and the splintering cold winds that nipped at his flesh. It was almost an outward example of what was taking place within Vegeta's dark mind, his veiled heart - simply enough his burdened soul. Though his soul was not only weighed down with occurrences, rather he withheld darkness that had swallowed so many before him. He had yet to fall prey to its clutches... completely at least.

His eyes narrowed as he spotted his destination, his heart raced minutely faster than it had previously been. Perhaps he missed the palace? Vegeta seriously doubted that notion, but he wasn't so ignorant to claim he didn't miss someone that resided in its walls, though. A small smirk danced on his lips at the thought of her. Strong, willful, beautiful, prideful, and as arrogant as ever, she was a true Saiyan.

His mother.

Of this Vegeta was proud.

There were small creases at his lips from his constant scowling, but it did not hinder the youthful man he was. Nor did it withdraw any from the sensual smirk he constantly displayed, one that had the effect of melting woman's hearts and daring men's gull. He was truly the Saiyan no Ouji, with unyielding pride and unforgettable will, he would be King.

Yes, he would be the legendary.

`I wonder what the woman will think of that,' Vegeta thought smugly. That is, before he inwardly kicked himself for the thought.

Unsuccessfully trying to find the origins of his previous thought, Vegeta dismissed it at he started lowering his body to the cobble stone path of the palace courtyard. Grumbling a few choice curses, he stalked past several guards who gawked at him.

"If you imbeciles wish to be insolent, I'll remove your intestines and force you to digest them," Vegeta barked, enraged, as they didn't bow, "slowly." He finished menacingly.

Immediately dazing out of their shock, the palace guards bowed in respect and understandable fear. Without acknowledging them any further, Vegeta continued his agitated steps past their crouched forms. Once reaching the marble steps, leading to one of the many entrances of his home, he roughly pushed the two large doors agape, storming through the extravagant halls. All eyes rested on the Saiyan no Ouji, as he passed in a swirl of rage. Some ignorant women sighed in wistful wonder, while men cowered in fear. Any that wished to keep themselves intact avoided to meet his gaze, and took extra care to remain at a comfortable distance.

Everything was as usual.

Except the Prince did not share the same opinion. He no longer relished in the fear that conquered their eyes, nor strutted teasingly past women. Nothing seemed right, and for this he blamed `her'. Yet most of all, he cursed his own name for accepting any emotion to clutch at his heart, even if it was not sought out. He groaned in exasperation. Vegeta was quickly tiring of the constant swing of focus of his thoughts, everything appeared reckless to his onyx gaze, even the common bustle of the palace. His thoughts wondered once more as he had a peculiar indecision nagging at him.

Why did the past events affect him so?

At times it seemed as though it was his pride that had been dealt the brunt of the onna's actions, yet he couldn't be entirely sure. Was he angered that she chose another, after courting himself? Or was it that he honestly yearned for her to by his own? In this he meant every possible way- in both body and soul, mind and spirit, heart and need... love and hate? Where had that come from? Vegeta simply wished to bash his head against the marbled floors he continuously passed, or better yet another's head.

`Yamcha, perhaps,' he pondered lightly, before brushing the thought past him... just in case he would be, once again, reckless and act upon his disoriented thoughts.

He was no fool, he knew sooner or later his rage would get the better of him, but the fact remained that until then, he could keep a façade of control. Besides his outward mask, Vegeta could not block away his own thoughts. Not now. Which led to his inner turmoil, the very one he wasn't sure if he had inflicted upon himself, or if it was the onna's bestowal. Urging himself faster, to distract his constant thoughts, he began to grind his teeth in unmanageable agitation.

Before he could swallow the howl of fury, Vegeta bellowed out two words he would soon regret, "Damn her!"

And he did.

For all it was worth, he regretted those words... but not for reasons concerning the onna, no, much rather due to the fact that those words, in return, damned him. It was an odd notion, but was evident as the very mention of `her', even if it was not in name, effected the legs he stood on, the eyes he saw with, the ears that still faintly heard the echo of his voice, along with the stubborn mind he so articulately used. Was he broken?

The very thought made him recoil in disgust, yet tingle with anticipation.

`What has she done?' Vegeta's mind begged, as he roughly dropped to his knees.

The smooth tiles beneath him began to splinter from the force of his stiff body, creating fractures of intricate ruin from what was once perfection. His tawny skin gave great contrast to the white crystal that surrounded him, in the form of walls, tiles, and exquisite vases. He swore he could hear his name being called, yet all he saw was the desolate cage the palace created, both colorless and meaningless.

He had to wonder. Is that all it meant to him? Was it so worthless?

He could no longer define his logic, for he himself was unsure of what had inspired the odd perspective, nor did he understand of what consequence it had to him. Trying to analyze the thought further, he figured it was about the onna. Surely it would be. For everything else that passed his mind's eye reminded him of `her' in some way. Everything. The very thought of that bugged him, which, of course, promptly reminded him that it was the onna that had made him agitated in the first place.

Was there no end to his constant mockery?

With a guttural growl, Vegeta stood, though still slightly shaken. Brushing off every existent concern, he forced himself to walk on. To simply leave every thought of the onna, and her along with it. At this, he meant forever. Once a choice was made, he dare not revoke it. And so...

He could not.

He tried to remind himself that she abandoned him. That she betrayed him. But, had she? Was it truly she, there in the courtyard? Could he be so sure? Such foolish thoughts indeed, but he could not avoid them.

"Vegeta?"

Vegeta turned, slowly but regally, as he came to face his mother. At the sight of her smirking face, he denied himself the time to continue his train of thought. It was a convenient occurrence, for Loralie to approach him, and for this, he was thankful.

Nodding his head in acknowledgment to her stature as Queen, Vegeta smirked mischievously at the sight of his mother donned in royal battle armor. Perhaps she would join him in a spar, and he could prove himself as the Saiyan no Ouji. Prove himself her son. Loralie knew all too well what the conniving smirk meant, and if he wanted to take her on, she had no objections. There was no ill thoughts gained by being beaten by her own off spring, for as a Saiyan it only made her more proud of her son.

"Dinner is scheduled at the pre-sector of the moon," Loralie informed. "I challenge you to a spar." She finished in a mock growl.

"And I accept," he proclaimed, proudly strutting towards the training facility.

Loralie thought it odd that her son had returned so early, but she knew better than to question his actions. Though it was even more strange that he did not choose the training grounds within the courtyard, as he usually had, but instead chose the indoor facility. Shaking her head lightly, she caught up with him, keeping up with his brisk pace.

* * * * * * *

"Chi, will you handle the dinner's setting, while I arrange the foods placement," Bulma questioned hopefully.

Chi Chi looked at her long-time friend wearily, she was awfully worried for Bulma, and for obvious reasons. Why, with the sullen expression on her face, along with the dour set of her once fascinating azure pools, who wouldn't be? Noticing the inspective look, Bulma turned, expectantly awaiting an answer.

"You know Bulma," Chi Chi said softly, "I think you better just get some rest. I'll handle today's supper."

"I can handle myself," Bulma protested willfully, though her voice came out a weak sob.

"Bulma, all you're doing is getting in the way!" Chi Chi scolded, trying to convince her that she wasn't being helpful, "You would be doing me actual help if you just went to bed, and put my conscience at rest."

At hearing Chi Chi's words, Bulma left with a huff of breath, seething inwardly. She stalked down the long corridors of the open estate, taking minimal comfort at the brisk air that whipped through her strands of hair as she sped past. She tried to clutch onto the anger, to hold it and avoid any of the pain that still gripped her.

`He' had left.

Everything to her distant gaze was now inconsequential, completely useless. Life now seemed like a dark obis, all light drained from its core and lost within the endless expanse. Why was she so lost without him? How could he affect her to such a degree, without even a word, or a glance... simply just a thought that she supposed he had.

Why was he gone?

She couldn't answer the question, and yet she could. It was an extremely strange feeling, to feel sure, but doubtful within the same instant, feeling, and thought. She was sure she had deep feelings for him, yet was doubtful to her reasoning. Sure that she wished for his approval, yet sought to rebel from his every word. Such nonsense, were all that filled her mind, and she could not avoid it. Perhaps even unsure if she desired to.

Though certainty was scarce within her delusional state of mind, it was known within every pore of her body, every ounce of her blood, and every fiber of her being- that her soul would be condemned, from his absence. Eternally lost, with nothing to hold onto.

Bulma only could hope, he did not feel the sobs of pain that pulsed through her very being, when he had deserted her.

Abandoned, was she, and stranded with the loss of his gaze, his tender touch, and warming presence.

So, with a broken heart, she looked unto the star- the very star of darkness that she had grown to cry out to. The one connection, she still felt she had, with her distant lover.

* * * * * * *

Vegeta looked upon his father haughtily, coaxing him to say one more word so he could send him to oblivion. He was now sitting within his rightful place, inside the palace walls and, begrudgingly, dinning with the King and his mother. Ever since Vegeta had first stepped into the room, he was being berated by questions, constantly!

"You still haven't answered my question, boy," King Vegeta pressed the subject further, after hearing so much gossip about some `woman' that his son had been undeniably courting at the Lord's estate, he couldn't help but wonder who. "Is it one of the Lord's daughters?"

"I wouldn't dare touch such inferior beings," Vegeta huffed in an indignant growl.

"Well, there really isn't any other Lady's that you might have been encountering on your little escapade," the King muttered, thoughtfully grazing the digits of his fingers on his facial hairs.

"Besides the women that you most likely saw on a daily basis," Queen Loralie interrupted, gazing at her son with a knowing smirk.

*** Oh ya, how you say Vegeta's mom's name is, - Ll- or- al- e ***

"Yes, yes," King Vegeta grumbled flippantly, "but those women would be slaves."

Vegeta turned his head to his mother, mimicking her own smirk, as he understood her words. Such an intelligent being she was, but Vegeta was far from admitting the whole scenario of him and the `onna'. Quirking a thick eyebrow towards her, he gazed at her in mock surprise, though suppressed the chuckle that started to rumble within the pit of his chest.

"Vegeta," his father scolded in a snarl, after finally realizing what his mate was suggesting... and never hearing a protest from his son, made him wonder if her accusation was true. "I won't have my blood-line wasted on some commoner."

"I believe you lost all your rights a long time ago," Vegeta hissed, reminiscing on the day he was shipped to the hideous lizard tyrant.

"I forbid you to choose a mate of such a degrading status," the King bellowed.

"Humph."

"By law, you are bound to the crown," the King reminded his seemingly forgetful son.

"I don't know how being the Saiyan no Ouji slipped my mind," Vegeta snapped, sarcastic venom seeping through this timber voice.

"The crown would be revoked if you chose a slave, Vegeta," the King warned, astounded by his son's blatant disregard.

Without a response vocalized, Vegeta stood, storming towards the doors.

"For Gora's sake, Vegeta! It's just a damn woman," the King barked, his voice echoing throughout the halls of the enormous palace. "It isn't worth it!"

Vegeta paid no heed to his father, simply leaving his presence disrespectfully. A sigh of lost hope escaped the King's lips as he watched the back of his son's retreating back. Everything seemed hazy to him now, never had he feared his only heir claiming some inferior slave! His thoughts were cut short at what seemed to be a hiss of a cobra. Turning his direction to the noise, he was faced by two furious onyx orbs that were enflamed with untainted rage. Oh, how he wished it were just a simple snake, rather than his very own mate.

"Just a damn woman, huh," she hissed vehemently, her coal black eyes glaring at him warningly. "And I suppose a woman's worth is measured simply by her status? Or perhaps her prowess in the bed chamber?"

With piercing accuracy, she threw her clenched fist into his shocked face, immediately breaking his jaw on impact. Blood oozed from his newly acquired wound, but his mate made no amends to her actions. Instead she spat on his bloodied face and stormed away from his presence, so much as his son had down only moments before.

To say the least, he was shocked.

Pain echoed in his body, but it wasn't due to the new physical injury he had gained. Rather it was the pain of realizing how he'd affected his mate with his harsh words.

A/N

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And please check out my new fan fiction! It's another B/V, of course, and a simple summary of what it's about... A foreign Prince, Vegeta, who had recently taking reign over the entire universe after defeating the past tyrant Frieza, puts Earth in jeopardy. With the new crisis, an inhabitant of Earth, Bulma, decides to take it into her own hands, and steals a Saiyan space pod and heads to Vegeta-sei. Opting that entering the planet in disguise would grant her better chances at survival, Bulma poses as a MALE Saiyan Elite. But what will happen when Bulma finds herself trapped within the rough living of a Saiyan warrior? Little time passes before she discovers rumors of the Nikama Sumorte (that's what Vegeta is referred as), interpreted Dark Supremacy, to be true tenfold, but what all failed to mention... was the godly entity he truly was. Can Bulma survive his dark gaze? Or will she drown within the fathomless depths of endless darkness? Problems continue as she meets whom Vegeta is to marry... Lady Nakilia! That's right folks, Bulma's nemesis returns!