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It was the night to end the year. Everyone was in one room waiting for the clock
to strike 12, everyone, but one person. Vejita took small but heavy steps to the
outside balcony as if he wanted to take his time.
"10 years ago, if you were to tell me that I would be in this place...with..a
family I would have said you are a stupid, little bastard.." Vejita thought
to himself before opening one of the glass doors to the balcony. He sighed
softly and took a deep breath of the air. It was cold and smelled of snow. Just
how he liked it. He liked the dark, almost as if he came from it. Vejita leaned
over the rail and looked up at the lit up sky. Vejita reached for something in
his pocket. It was heavy and cold. It was a green, round stone with silver edging
around it. Something he got from his father when he was younger.
Inside everyone was cheering and laughing as Goku gulped up the punch bowl.
Bulma looked around, looking for a poetical face .
"Oh...where did he go off too?" she asked herself. Bulma stood up
quietly and left the room. It was dark in the house and no one [was] around. Feeling a
light breeze she headed to the window. "Vejita?..." She said softly
when she saw a dark figure outside. He didn't hear her so she walked closer to
the door. "There you are. Come inside and we can all...." Bulma
stopped noticing [that] Vejita didn't respond or even turn around.
Vejita's royal coat rustled as he walked. Now at age 17 he was The strongest
Saiyan also very handsome. He swung his coat to the side and cracked his
knuckles. He was going to train for the forth time today. With a small grin on
his face he continued to walk past the thrown room. Something caught his eye as
he walked by. Something different and it interested him quite a bit.
"A woman...in the thrown room?.." Vejita said quietly so that no one
else would be able to over hear him. His father standing proudly in front of the
woman. She was very beautiful with a white dress which complimented her figure
with every curve.
"She will do.." King Vejita said looking over the girl. "My son
will be pleased with his this mate."
"Mate?" ..the word kept turning over and over in Vejita's head. It was
now dark and he was outside looking at the stars.
"M..mate...I don't have time for this." A soft shuffle came from his
room. He turned his head slightly to look in.
"Who's there?" A thin figure came closer towards him.
"I am yours, Prince Vejita" The voice was soft and it rang in Vejita
ears. That girl from the thrown room...he thought. Even in the dark she looked
beautiful.
"Go away.." Vejita turned back around not to see her face. "I...I..was
sent here by your father. I am to do [with] as you please...Prince." [There
was] Something about
her he didn't like.
Bulma walked up behind Vejita. Still he did not respond.
"What's the matter with you?" Now she was next to him. Something
caught her eye. The object he was holding glistened in the light of the street.
The green large stone, it was nothing like she had ever seen before. So
beautiful, and Vejita seemed to be grasping it with a strong fist. His face a bit
mad and frustrated.
The young Prince woke up at dawn with the woman next to him. Her hair long and
golden laid on the pillow of the king size bed. Vejita held his head as if in
pain. He grabbed the water the was resting next to his bed ..a slight pain in
his stomach came to him..then it became intense. He clutched his hands into a
fist. What's going on .....he was in pain. A laughter came from his side. It was
the slave woman .
"Now All you sayian-jin's will pay for slaving my kind! For invading my
planet!" she said with a stern voice. Poison..the water..??! It's poison...
Vejita with a swift move he grabbed the woman's neck . "
What the hell!" He tightened his grip as the woman gasped for air. Not a
second longer he snapped her neck and threw her against the wall. The poison
didn't kill him but slowed him down for a few days.
"You need to know how to take care of your slaves son.." His father's
stern voice echoed in the thrown room. Vejita held a large green pin in his hand
before pinning it onto his royal coat. For a moment he remembered the slaves
face. Never again would he look at a woman with the same eyes since that day. He
was betrayed... Let my guard down...won't happen again.
Bulma looked up from the pin that Vejita was holding and she looked at his face
again. It was without an expression. Like always. A face she learned to love
somehow over the years. She slowly put her hand on Vejita's shoulder. The touch
straddled Vejita. Forgetting where he was, grabbing Bulma hand and tightened his
grip. Her feet were off the ground and she gasped.
"Vejita!." His eyes eased up as he saw her face...pale...
frightened...He put her down.
"Gomen ne. I forgot where I was." He said while leaning over the
balcony.
"I didn't hear you come out." Bulma had her hand on her chest still
frightened when Vejita looked over at her. Quickly she slapped him in the face.
Not even hurting him a bit.
"I can't believe you!" she yelled and yelled at him.
"Bulma is something different...she yells at me even though I can kill her
with one blow.. Is she the one?..." Vejita smiled while looking at her.
Still yelling and waving her hands in the air.
"And another thing! You are such...." She stopped. Vejita was smiling.
A kind of a different smile. Maybe she had seen it once before but she couldn't
put her finger on it.
"What?" she asked..."Why are you looking at me like that?"
Vejita shook his head and reached out for his wife.
"10......!.......9......!....." They could hear the others yell from
inside. "Come on . Lets go in." His touch was soft on her arm.
"Vejita?...what was that you were holding in your hand before?" Bulma
asked. Vejita didn't answer, he pushed Bulma against the wall by the door and
looked down at her.....3..!....2!......1!....
"Happy New Year!!!." Everyone
shouted. Bulma in Vejita's arm. He kissed her when the clock struck 12.
"She will do..." He thought with a smirk.
West Capital City : A Vegeta Lover's Asylum
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