Hard fists slammed into the metal inventions that were designed to train the body to reach its physical limits. The last of the inventions fell to the floor of the large room with a clang.
Vejita lowered himself back down to the floor, stepping uneasily over to the gravity machine, and switching it off. His body was suddenly lighter as the gravity returned to normal.
Vejita had still been training immensely. He could feel the other pureblooded Saiyajin’s strength continuing to grow, while he kept reaching levels that had already been reached by his rival, Kakarotto.
"Kakarotto!" Vejita yelled as his body tensed and he found himself in a defensive position.
How can it be that Kakarotto, a third class Saiyajin, is reaching levels that I, the prince of all Saiyajin, have never even heard of? Vejita’s blood suddenly felt thick and he was feeling faint. He had to calm down. He had been obsessing over the younger man since the first day he had seen him.
Vejita had come to Earth long ago, determined to gather the dragon balls, wish for immortality, and then destroy the blue planet of nature. Things didn’t work out that way though. Instead he was beaten. He was beaten by a lowly Saiyajin soldier, but for some strange reason, he’s still to figure out, Kakarotto let him go. He let him escape. Perhaps he respected his prince. Perhaps he didn’t want to be the last of his kind. Perhaps he felt…
"No." Vejita mumbled as he tensed up again.
He had to calm down and get things off his mind. Vejita crushed the remaining scraps of metal from the training inventions under his boot as he made his way to the door of the gravity room. He just needed to get away.
"Hey, Papa!" Trunks said through a grin as his father stepped into the kitchen.
Vejita sniffed the air and quickly decided to stay. It seemed Bulma had cooked something and for a change it smelt good. Maybe he was just that hungry. Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten.
Trunks was a year older than his best friend, Goten, and they were equal in strength. The lavender haired boy looked up at his father.
"Papa, where were you?"
Vejita glanced quickly at his son somewhat confused, and then looked away realizing the truth, "Training."
"Wow. You must be a lot stronger." Trunks said as he tightened the orange sash around his waist, causing his blue gi to pull snugly around his small yet muscular body.
Vejita glanced again at his blue-eyed son. The boy was trying to start small talk with him. Just like a Ningen. He had his strength, but his soul was much more like that of his mother’s.
Vejita decided to amuse the boy, "How long has it been?"
"Well, Mom said that you’ve been in the gravity room for almost a week." Trunks answered honestly and somewhat pleased that his father was taking interest in him.
"Hn… I see. So, where is that damn woman?" Vejita asked, more to himself than to the boy.
"Right here, jerk." The blue-haired woman snapped as she barged into the room, wearing clothes designed for teenagers, which she wasn’t, although, she did have the body of one.
"Mom, can I go play with Goten after dinner?" Trunks asked innocently.
"Yeah, yeah. So, Vejita, seems you finally decided to show up. I guess you expect me to feed you now. Is that it?" Bulma asked as she began placing dishes on the table.
"On’na, you should be pleased that you are able to serve me." Vejita said through a disgusted growl.
He had known the woman for quite some time and somewhere along the way he had decided to sleep with her. That was just one of his many regrets. Although he was rough and cruel at times, he couldn’t handle being treated that way. However, at least he didn’t have to worry about continuing his bloodline. That was the one thing that damn woman had done for him. She’d given him a son.
"Oh, I forgot! I’m supposed to be overjoyed because I have the luck of being a slave of the dear prince! I’m able to serve him! Who gives a fuck?!" Bulma yelled in her rage as she gently tossed a plate to the table just before the warrior.
Trunks watched as the glass plate clattered against the table’s surface, quieting as it stilled. His mother was always getting upset about something, and he was pretty used to it. So, Trunks just sat back in his chair and continued eating the meal his mother had prepared.
Vejita was more than a little pissed off. He was ready to blast the woman to Hell if she continued. Why did he even live in the same house as her? He knew for certain that he didn’t love her. He’d never loved her, but he did remember a time when he liked her. For once, long ago, she’d respected him.
"I think it’s time for you to start giving a little in this family! You can’t be mister high and mighty forever! Really, face the facts! You’re not a prince any more! Planet Vejita doesn’t even exist! You’re just like us now! Get used to it!" Bulma’s voice was reaching tones that it’d never reached before, but she was angry enough to kill Vejita.
He was always gone, leaving her alone to explain everything to Trunks and her parents. He was supposed to love her, but she wasn’t sure if he even liked her. She thought he did long ago, but the truth that he probably hadn’t was coming to her. That simple little truth was tearing her apart.
Vejita felt the energy building in his palms along with the sweat as he clenched his teeth and fists. A quiet but deep growl escaped him as he rose from his chair, "That’s enough."
Trunks swallowed the last of his food, leaping out of his chair, completely unaware that his father was about to murder his mother. It seemed to be happening a lot lately. Instead of getting involved, the boy trotted out the door. Once outside, Trunks blasted off into the darkening sky to pay a visit to Goten.
Bulma was unable to sense energy, or ki, as her warrior friends called it, but she could see the red glow around Vejita’s body and more so around his fists. It was obvious that she was pushing this too far, but she wanted to know. She had to know if he would do it.
"Are you planning on killing me? Will that make it all better? Then, do it! All you ever do is obsess about Goku! You care about him more than you care about your own son! More than me! If it makes you feel better, then do it! Just kill me… My prince."
Bulma could feel the rage within her growing into something. Was it love? Deep down she knew she still cared for Vejita. Maybe she did love him. Wasn’t it ironic? She was screaming at the man she loved, telling him to kill her if that was what he needed.
Vejita lunged forward, the table being knocked away as he stood before the blue-haired beauty. Slowly he turned to the side, lifting an arm out towards her, and turning his palm to face her, keeping his eyes on hers the entire time.
"Is this what you want?" he asked quietly.
Bulma watched in fear as all the red glowing light around Vejita’s body traveled down his outstretched arm, forming a ball before her face, "Is this what you want?!" she screamed as the tears blurred her vision.
Vejita finally understood. She loved him. She still loved him, and this was her pathetic attempt to keep him. He let his ki drop and the room returned to it’s natural lighting as his red energy wave faded away as well.
He watched as her frail body crumpled to the floor, "It’s over. It’s been over for a long time." He said simply.
Bulma was surprised at the kindness in his voice. It was completely unlike Vejita. Then it sank in. It was over. What did he mean it was over?
"I’m leaving." He said, keeping his eyes on hers, completely unashamed of the situation.
She’d forgotten how arrogant he really was, "Fine, but where do you plan on going?" she asked, fighting back sobs that were threatening to take over.
Vejita hadn’t thought about it. All he knew was he needed to leave this place. The damn woman was loosing her mind and it was having an effect on his self-esteem, if that was possible. It didn’t matter where he planned to go. He was a survivor. He could live in the wilderness. He’d done it before.
Vejita realized then that the woman was sitting on the floor, crying. Her knees were pulled close to her chest and her arms were wrapped around them. She wasn’t looking at him anymore. Her face was pressed against her knees, the tears staining her jeans.
Without thinking twice, Vejita turned and headed for the door. He could hear the woman’s cries grow louder, but he knew better than to turn back. He’d only be sucked back into the stressful relationship.
