A Perfect Match
Vegeta stood still, panting slightly, out of breath from the strenuous battle he had just endured. And yet it wasn't over. He looked up. She was still standing there, watching him, a sick, twisted smile, similar to that of his own, playing over her lips.
"Out done so soon. Really, I expected so much better from you, the Saiyan prince." Mirash laughed. Vegeta gritted his teeth, and just stared her out. He couldn't believe this. Around him lay the dying bodies of the Z senshi. Krillin, Tien, Yamcha, Chaoutzu, Trunks, and Goten were already dead. Piccolo was only just hanging on to life, most likely going to die soon though. Gohan was near him, a giant wound through his stomach causing him to lose a lot of blood. He probably wouldn't survive much longer either. As for Kakarot. Well, nobody knows what had happened to him. They had all presumed he was dead. 'It was his own stupid fault.' Vegeta spat, blood mingling with his saliva. 'He was always too forgiving, too trusting. He should of never given Mirash a chance. But he trusted her......' he stood in silence, thinking to himself. Mirash stamped her foot in irritation.
"Why are you just standing there Vegeta!! Fight me!! FIGHT ME!!" Vegeta sighed. Oh how he wanted to. He wanted to fight her so bad. His Saiyan instinct was urging him to do so. Every muscle in his body ached at the prospect of fighting. But he couldn't.
"Not this time Mirash...." Her eyes widened. She couldn't believe this. He was walking away from her. He was actually walking away!!
"Come back here!!" he didn't look back. "I demand you get back here right now!" Vegeta kept walking, and although Mirash couldn't see it, he was shaking with all his compressed rage, and energy. Mirash fought back tears. "Come back here right now." her voice dropped to an almost silent whisper "please..." She fell to the ground. Not from exhaustion, oh no, the adrenaline was still pumping through her veins, like a venom... she had loved every moment of it. She remembered seeing the trust in their eyes, the way she fought along side them, building up her strength, reassuring them of her alliance. And then it all stopped. One day, she just couldn't stand it any longer. She had to fight, all her evil urges had begged her to do it for so long. She had to witness her own strength, and their own weaknesses. She had enjoyed every moment she had spent, sacrificing all of their lives for her own noble cause, but the only fight she had ever wanted was with Vegeta. She wanted to fight him, one on one, to prove to him, to prove to herself, that despite their boasting, they were equal, the same, a perfect match..... Now she let the tears fall, and watched as they hit the ground and soaked into the disturbed earth. Her own tears... something she hadn't seen for so long... 'All I wanted was you the whole time. I did this all for you.' she thought silently to herself as she watched Vegeta's figure walk away from her, his silhouette casting a dark shadow on the ground behind him.
Vegeta bit his lip as he realised what he was leaving. He remembered all the sparring he had completed with Mirash. He remembered the way she would always tease him... but deep in his heart he knew, the reason why he had always chose to spar with the female Saiyan, despite his humiliation at being beaten by her several times, the reason he had survived so long in this battle, no, an all out war. She had not spared him, she had saved him for herself. She had saved him till last so they could finally have an intense battle to prove once and for all. An intense rivalry maybe, but an intense friendship, yes. He couldn't look back, although he could feel her power level dropping rapidly. He had wanted to fight her for so long. He had always wanted his perfect match, but he couldn't satisfy either of their lust, 'For perfection is not something you seek out in this world...' he thought to himself, perhaps the last words he would ever think in Mirash's presence. 'It is something that is brought to you...' he looked back one last time at her sullen figure, crouched on the floor, awreck with battle wounds in her body and soul. He thought back to all the moments that had been important in his life, his home planet, his glorious race, those first battles, everything! 'Perfection is brought to you so you can throw it away.' and he so he looked back to the sky, allowing the soon setting sun to burn his eyes briefly. The battle field was left with many broken bodies, but only two broken hearts.