A Secret To Keep- By Nadia

I can't fall asleep. My eyes turn, for the thousanth time, to the hovering shadow at my bedroom window.

My mind replays the events of this morning, My heart trembles at the thought of it, ever so slighty.

I _felt_ for him. I know I shouldn't have, though. Caring is not something that us Saiyajins do... It's a sign of weakness.

You taught me that, father.

I remember how I first found him...

I ran outside, trying to elude the guards (they follow me wherever I go). It was a rather fun game of *cat and mouse* So I hardly became startled when, right before me, I spotted the homeliest mutt I've ever seen.

Stupid thing.

I ran around it, trying to find someplace to hide, And then it did the unbelievable. It started to follow me.

I was about to blast it. Nothing was going to follow me around without my consent! Did he not realize that he was the dealing With the almighty Prince Vegeta?

I looked into the disgusting creature's eyes, Raised my hand, Then dropped it to the side of my body.

A strange feeling had come over me. It was like nothing I have ever experienced. It was as if I _felt_badly_ for the pile of bones staring back at me.

I heard the guards coming, So I rounded the corner, With the mutt close at hand.

How I managed to keep him a secret Was very ingenious of me. There was an abanded lodge that stood only a few hundred feet from where the castle was.

So I dumped him there.

I fed him once in a while, figuring he probobly gets hungry like everything else.

What business you had in that place today, father, I'll never know. You never seem to tell me about anything you do.

In fact, you never really talk to me at all, do you?

You would have never known that the mutt belonged to me.

If only I hadn't made the fatal mistake Of leaving a bowl of food and one of water on the floor,

Which, like mostly everything that belonged to me, Had my initials printed at the side.

I'm still not very sure why you decided On pounding my head against the wall When you came into my room this morning.

Was what I did really so bad?

I suppose you don't want me keeping secrets from you.

But what you did next Was cruel. I've witnessed killing before, I've seen trails of blood, I know the stench of it by heart. But this was somehow _different_.

The mutt had been looking for a safeguard, And out all people, Had found it in me.

I suppose now that he knew I was powerfull...

My futile attempts to stop you From squeezing his neck were of no use.

I can still see his eyes growing wide, I still hear his choked screams.

He's dead now. And for once, I am not enjoying the stench of blood Which is eminating from my bedroom window And has been ever since this morning...