“Shoutizi toiga suu………….my precious little prince……… listen to your mommy when she sings to you.”
With eyes closed, the saiyan no ouji lays floating in a pool of inky blackness, his arms hanging limply at his side.
“Hmmm hmmm….”
“That humming… who is it?”
“Wakata sguo eotu …. Wake up my son… wake up.”
“Mother…you’re dead…….”
“So are you.”
“……”
“Kakarotto is waiting for you.”
Vegeta slowly opens his eyes, raising his hands to his face and staring at them. His vision blurs. “I pushed him over the edge….”
“You did.”
“Why of all people is it you that’s talking to me?”
“Mother………I don’t….think I can…cope.”
“Hush, silly boy. Look at me.”
Onyx eyes move slowly to face the glowing individual before him. She glowed like no light he’d ever seen, a holy light. “And here I thought all saiyans were damned and gone to hell.”
His mother’s spirit visibly smiles. “There are many ways to atone for your sins, you just have to figure that out.”
“Final atonement…”
His body jolts, his shoulders trembling. “M…mother…”
Raven wings burst from his backside, his mind frothed with pain.
“Vegeta…wake up…”
“Mother…don’t……………………go….”
He falls, wings beating helplessly at the darkness around him.
Vegeta…
………………Vegeta……….
VEGETA!
Lungs quiver, throat convulsing.
Rough fingers swipe across his mouth, prying his cold lips open and allowing air to be brought forth.
“Ve…geta… please,” a familiar voice sobs brokenly. “I didn’t mean to!”
His chest rises, hearing slowly returning. Sight.
“Mother…”
Goku blinks back his tears, his eyes wide with confusion. “I…I’m not your mother. It’s me… Go…I mean Kakarotto… you know, the third class baka you hate so much!”
The corner of Vegeta’s lips curve upwards into a smirk. “You insult yourself Kakarotto.”
“AIIEE!!! VEGETA!!!” Goku pulls Vegeta into a bear hug. “OH VEGETA! I… I thought you were dead!”
“You stupid bastard…….I can’t breath…”
Goku loosens his grip a little. “Gomen.”
Vegeta cranes his head, resting against the man’s shoulder. “If I ever pull a stunt like that again, I’ll have you personally kick me in the ass…”
“Is that a promise Vegeta?”
Vegeta closes his eyes, “You have my word.”
A phone rings in the background, never rousing the sleeping man in his bed.
“Hai…we’re okay…,” Goku’s voice replies from a distance.
Vegeta listens.
“We were sparring…….Uh huh…. He’s okay Bulma. He and I got a little rough that’s all? What? Aw no, I’m here helping him out… I’ve got sensu. Uh huh. Yeah, I’ll tell em’. Okay, buh bye.”
The phone is laid upon the receiver, foot steps quickly marching up the stairs.
“Vegeta? That was.”
“I know who it was,” Vegeta interrupts.
The taller saiyan nods, reaching into his pocket for something. “I have a sensu bean for you.”
Vegeta opens his mouth, allowing him to drop the bean into it. He chewed, feeling the familiar sensation of his body being instantly rejuvenated. He sits up, thrusting the covers aside.
“Vegeta, I have to tell you. I think I’ll never be the same.”
Vegeta looks up at the larger man. “Don’t you think I know what’s going on in your head? For the first time, I might be actually staring at the true you.”
Goku nods, “I don’t feel different on the outside, but my mind. It’s really strange… I can remember a lot, even my father.”
“Bardock,” Vegeta whispers. “He was….a strange man. Not as social as you, but one of the best of his class.”
“Third class, Vegeta?”
Vegeta visibly trembles. “Yes Kakarotto.”
“Vegeta. Do you think I can ever become an elite so you’ll stop teasing me?”
The saiyan no ouji rose from bed, pushing past Goku to find a change of clothing.
“Vegeta?”
“It is possible,” can a stern reply. “But, I’ll have to think about it. First, you said you’d help me.”
Goku blinks in surprise. “Nani? You’re actually asking me?”
Vegeta’s cheeks flush. “Maybe I am. YOU’VE GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?!”
The other man shakes his head.
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Bulma sat at her desk, staring at the phone like it were about to jump out and bite her on the arm. What had she felt? The power had been immense… So strong, that it her building shook. Had it really been them fighting?
She sighs, running a hand absently through her hair.
You’re being paranoid, girl. Of course they were fighting. They always are.
She leans back in her chair, balancing a pencil upon the tip of her nose.
Maybe I should go home early. There aren’t many reports coming in today, although I’ve sold quite a bit…
An intercom on her desk beeps, startling her out of her train of thought. She reaches over, losing the pencil beneath the desk. “Yes Hikari?”
There is an intake of breath. “Uh yes, a man is here saying he’s here to see you. He seems insistent. I tried asking his name, but he’s refusing…should I?”
“No,” Bulma replies. “Tell him I’m on my way out.”
TO BE CONTINUED… -Romance is in the air!!!