Power of Love
by Hidden Angel

Chapter Eleven - Mixed Emotions


The news of Prince Vegeta's exile hit the Saiyan empire hard. Many people said King Vegeta had done the right thing, but inside, they all believed the King was insane. Behind closed doors, on some of the farthest planets of the Saiyan empire, rumours began that the King was being used like a puppet by Frieza.

Frieza. The very word struck ice in the hearts of any who heard it. Frieza's arrival on planet Vegeta didn't do much to quell the rumours, it only sparked them even more.

*****

Lumo smirked at Homto and Toruo.

"Mission, so far so good."

Homto's idiotic grin came flying onto his face. "So that means we've almost got Vegeta hating Kakkarot?"

"Yes you baka. Don't you remember what the mission was?"

"Well...no. Not really."

Toruo couldn't help but laugh at the powerful yet stupid Saiyan. He was undoubtedly Nappa's cousin. The stupidity must run in the family, he mused to himself. A hand flew across his face.

"What are you laughing at baka?"

Unable to move his hands or legs, Toruo collected the blood he felt in his mouth and spit it at Lumo. "I'm laughing at your pathetic partner and you're stupid plans."

"Stupid plans?!" Homto was too stupid to realize that Lumo wasn't standing up for him. Instead, Lumo was defending the plan. "Ha! Like you could do any better."

"You are both such bakas. When Prince Vegeta hears of this, you will both die slow and painful deaths."

The death glare he received from Lumo almost made him shake, but he faught the urge and glared right back.

"And how, young Toruo, is the Prince going to find out about this plan?"

"Hmph. I don't know. But he will. You watch. He's a smart Saiyan."

"He will will he?"

Before Toruo could say anything else, he found fists flying at him faster than he could see. Finally, after they figured he was beaten up enough, Lumo and Homto stopped their assult.

"There is no way we will fail."

They laughed as they both left the little cave that was Toruo's prison. Toruo stared after them, knowing that if Kakkarot or Vegeta found him now, they would not recognize him. He was just too beaten up.

*****

The hit didn't hurt him physically, but it hurt like hell emotionally. "What was that for Chi Chi?"

"What was that for? WHAT WAS THAT FOR? You have the nerve to ask me what that was for?" Tears began to glide their way down her face. Kakkarot could only watch, feeling as if every tear that fell was worth more than the most precious diamond in the universe.

"I...Why are you crying? Why did you hit me?" He wanted to wrap his arms around her, but found himself holding back.

"I go looking for you wanting to spend some extra time with you and what do I see? You holding Bulma! I thought you loved me. I thought you actually cared but you're nothing more than a two-timing cheater. And with my best friend?" The sentence came out in broken sagments as sobs racked her body. "Get out Kakkarot. I don't want to see you ever again."

"But..."

"Please, just leave." She turned her back on him, obviously not wanting to say anything more.

Kakkarot stared dumbfounded. For the second time that day, he found that the people he cared about most were unwilling to listen to him. Not wanting to upset her further, he left the room, closing the door silently as he exited. He stood by the door, not sure what to do. He wanted her to know the truth, but she obviously didn't want to see him.

"Chi Chi, I want you to know that there is nothing between Bulma. You don't have to listen to me and you don't have to believe me, but I want to at least get this off my chest." He paused, taking a deep breath. "What you saw wasn't really what was going on. I went to Vegeta's room to see if he wanted to spar and before I knew it, Bulma came running out of the room crying her eyes out. I was only trying to comfort her." Another pause. He hoped she would believe him. "I love you Chi Chi." With nothing further to say, he made his way to his bedroom, feeling worse than he had before.

*****

Bulma lay on her bed, too heart broken to do anything else. Vegeta had hit her. It was finally sinking in. He had physically abused her. Did that mean he had no feelings towards her? What about that one day in the gravity room? Was he just playing a game with her heart? Why? Damn Saiyan, messing with her mind and heart. I hate him. I wish he had never come to Earth at all. I wish he was dead.

Dispite what her mind said, her sub-conscious knew that it wasn't true. She still loved him and probably always would. There was just something about him that made her fall deeper into love everytime she saw him. But what was it? His body? No, physical attration wasn't it. His hair? Definitely not. His eyes? Yes, it had to be the eyes. Those eyes that said so much that he couldn't say out loud. Those passionate orbs that told her he cared for her, he needed her, he loved her.

Her sub-conscious thoughts obviously weren't as powerful as her conscious thoughts so her mind continued to bash Vegeta, calling him every bad name that humankind had ever come up with.

*****

Chi Chi curled up into a ball on her bed as she drew the covers over her body. She had listened to everything that Kakkarot had said. A part of her wanted to believe him, but another part of her told her that what she saw wasn't a lie. How could he do that to her? How could Bulma do that to her? More tears of pain fell from her cheeks. Oh how she wanted to believe him, wanted to trust him with all her heart.

All she wanted to do was be in his arms, have him comforting her pains and worries away. But no. She had kicked him out of her room and maybe her life. She couldn't take back what she had said. Did she really mean everything she had said? No. Everything was said during the heat of the moment. She hadn't really thought about what she said and now that she did, it hurt.

She closed her eyes never wanting to wake up again. Now that she had met him, she couldn't imagine life without him. If he truly didn't want her, if he didn't love her, she didn't want to live.

*****

As hard as he tried, Kakkarot could not sleep. The stars were completely up now, but he didn't feel tired. He felt as if a part of him had left, been taken away from him and there was nothing he could do about it. In fact, a part of him had been taken away, Chi Chi. She had become a part of him after that very first kiss, and now that she no longer wanted him, he would never be complete again.

Feeling something wet on his cheeks, Kakkarot reached up a hand to brush it away. What was this? A tear? He was crying? He had never cried before. He didn't care. It may not be right, it may look weird, it may be shunned upon by other Saiyans, but he didn't care. All that mattered was that the best part of his life was no longer there.

*****

Bulma, stood in front of him in his bedroom, smiling her radiant smile as always. He smiled back and began to walk towards her. He wanted to hold her and just forget that anyone else existed. She backed away from him. "Bulma, where are you going?" His voice echoed in his room. He sped up after her and she sped up as well.

"No Vegeta. Stay away."

"What? Why?"

"Because I don't love you. I don't even like you. In fact, I hate you. Are you that stupid not to know? I have always loved Kakkarot."

Suddenly Kakkarot appeared at her side. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately. Vegeta collapsed to the floor. "NOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Kakkarot, can you please kill him? He is so annoying."

"With pleasure Bulma. I have never liked him anyway. He always was bossy."

Vegeta could do nothing more than stare as a ki blast came his way, tearing through his very essence.

Vegeta sat bolt upright in his bed, sweat rolling off his body. It was only a dream...only a dream. He brought his hand up to his forehead and wiped off the sweat as he tried to normalize his breathing. Finally, feeling his heartbeat return to normal, he lay down again, hoping that this time, he would not be haunted by dreams.


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