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This particular fanfic is based on a dream I had. I found it pretty entertaining, and I hope you will too.
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Chapter One
Vegeta sat in the waiting room, pissed off as usual. He couldn't believe that he,
the Prince of all Saiyajins, was going into...... therapy!!! He was going to be forced to
explore all the wishy-washy feelings that makes everyone else around him weak. And to
make it worse, it was an "intervention" which means that all his royal emotions would be
spilled in fornt of Son Goku, his family, Bulma, Future Trunks...even YAMCHA!!!!
Well, he had news for all of them. He was NEVER going to change. He was a
prince, the last of the holy bloodline of the Saiyajins. He would not submit to this
torture. No one, not even a (what was the word again) pyshcotherapist would get him to
cry, scream, and show how much he cares. It just wouldn't happen, not ever.
-"Vegeta," Bulma asks. "Are you okay?"
-"Do I look okay, woman?"
-"Okay everyone's, he's fine."
-"What do you mean by that, woman?"
-"Damn it, what do I have to do to make you say my name outside the bedroom?!!! That
is exactly why we're here."
-"Look, Vegeta," Goku interjects. "Don't be mad at Bulma. She loves you. We were all
worried that you might be a little nervous about..."
-"Nervous! HA! I've destroyed planets and galaxies. I'm a Saiyajin! Why would I ever be
nervous about a weakling in a suit? Kakkarot, you crack me up sometimes! Ha!"
"Vegeta Vegeta and family, the doctor will see you now."
Everyone walked into the conference room. Vegeta hated everything about it....
especially the pale green walls that looked like the snot that runs out of Baby Trunks
nose.
-"Woman why did you bring me here?! This is beneath me."
-"Would you shut up you tailless..."
-"You leave my tail out of this you bi..."
-"Good afternoon everyone. I'm Dr. Kyoto. What brings us here today?"
-"Hello Dr. Kyoto. I'm Son Goku. We all brought Vegeta here because he's been more....
ummm..... irritable than usual. We think he's a little stressed out because of the upcoming
Cell Games."
- "Cell Games??? I thought that was a joke!!!"
-"Well it's not," interrupts Bulma. "And it actually goes deeper than that. This man is, and
always has been, emotionally constipated."
-"Well, Mrs.....?"
-"Bulma. Bulma Trunks Vegeta."
-"Ah, yes, the wife. Well, Bulma... I'm not sure that's a fair assessment, and it would be
best to leave all diagnoses to me...."
-"Listen you jerk! I've known this man longer and believe me, he's emotionally
constipated!"
-" If I'm constipated, it's because of your horrible cooking."
-"Now Mr. Vegeta, let's not be defensive..."
-"That's PRINCE Vegeta. Get it right or I'll blast you!"
-"Right. Okay folks, this is going to be a long day. Please get as comfortable as you can.
Now, before I start on the patient, I want all of you to say your name and one word to
describe Mr.... er Prince Vegeta."
-"Goku.... Proud."
-"Bulma.....Arrogant."
-"Future Trunks...."
-"Future Trunks? Are you a delusional..."
-"No Dr, I'm not. It's a long long story..... Cold"
-"Yamcha.... Homewrecker"
-"Now Mr. Yamcha, glaring is not neccessary."
-"If you knew him, you'd be glaring to."
-"Don't mind him, he's just mad that I got his girl.... and that glaring is all he can do
against me."
-"Interesting. Please, next."
-"Gohan..... Mean."
-"Okay, I think that's everybody. Now, Prince, why do you think everyone has negative
impressions of you?"
-"They're all jealous that I'm the Prince of all of them and that their weaklings."
-"Interesting. What are you Prince of?"
-"I was Prince of the Planet Vegeta before it blew up."
-"Ahha."
Dr. Kyoto took the time to jot down notes about everyone in the room. Next to
Future Trunks and Vegeta: Delusional psychopath. Next to Bulma: Shrieking Shrew.
-"Now, Vegeta, would you tell me about your childhood?"
-"Why?"
*CRAP! How does he know instantly to go to the part that hurts me most?*
-"I think it would be helpful."
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Chapter Two
-"I started life on Planet Vegeta. I don't know who my mother was, but no saiyajin ever
does. Saiyajin mothers never survive the birth process.... that's why I'm shocked that
Bulma did. Anyway, my dad, King Vegeta, was a great Saiyajin. He was a great leader,
who led everyone on Planet Vegeta to greatness. However, he had one flaw.... he cared
and he showed it. Contrary to the popular beliefs of the time, Saiyajins had strong
feelings for their family, but hid them in order to fight effectively. I, being his only son,
was also his only weakness. He would do anything to protect me from harm."
"When I was 12, Frieza kidnapped me. He was worried about the Saiyajins
gaining power and was trying to nip us in the bud. He decided the best way to do this
was to get rid of the King. He told me as long as I did what he wanted, my father would
be fine. He told my father that in order to get me back, he had to relinquish his throne to
Frieza. My father did this, but it wasn't enough."
"Frieza then decided that I should be trained by him. 'As long as you do well in
your training and always obey me, your father will live.' That was all I wanted. When I
asked to see him, I was given horrid, impossible assignments to do before I could. I
destroyed my first planet in order to see him. I killed a whole race so I could have one
more hug from my father."
Tears were beginning to well up in Vegeta's eyes. He hadn't talked about this
since that time on Namek, right before he died. He didn't think he would ever talk about
it again. It was a little too much for him. *No, a Saiyajin must never cry. Especially not
The Prince* he thought. He took a deep breath, sighed, and continued.
"Anyway, one day I snuck out of my chambers and got into a space pod. I went to
Planet Vegeta to see my father. He wasn't there. I was told he went to Frieza's ship to
demand my return. I rushed back to the ship and snuck into my quarters, hoping Frieza
wouldn't find out. I would wait for my father rescue me. I just knew he could."
" My father ran into my room, amazed. 'My son, you've grown so much. You have
grown into the young prince I always imagined you to be. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for
you. I should've came for you sooner.' I told him it was okay, I understood. 'Now son, I
have to leave now. I have to fight for you and for our people. I might not come back. I
just want you to know that....I..... you're a prince and you'll always will be. Never ever
forget what makes you strong.' He hugged me, and I saw a tear in his eye. He flicked it
away and ran out. I never saw him again."
"That was the day Frieza blew up my home planet. That was the day he told me
he killed my father because I snuck out to see him. That was the day he told me feelings
make me weak, and evil makes me strong. It was also my fourteenth birthday."
"Even though I hated Frieza and didn't want to be like him, a monster, that's just
what happens. In a way, he was right. When people know you care, they know you're
weak. They know how to exploit you, they know how to kill your soul. I killed my father
because I cared, he died because I missed him and wanted to see him. From that day, I
vowed never to care again. Besides, Princes should never cry, I was always taught. From
there, I became the Vegeta everyone knows"
*I did it. I said it all with out turning into a puddle of mud. I am the strongest
Saiyajin.*
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Chapter 3
The entire room was dead silent. Trunks had his head down, taking it all in.
Goku just nodded, remembering the story from before. Bulma stared in disbelief.
Yamcha was still glaring.
-" That was very good, Vegeta," Dr. Kyoto said very gently. "I know it must've been hard
to share that with everyone. Thank You."
-"Wow, Vegeta. I never knew. All this time, and I never knew just how much happened
to you. I can't believe it." Bulma was crying.
-"Oh woman, would you shut up your blubbering. There is no reason to cry. That was
what made me strong."
-"So," Dr. Kyoto interceded. "You believe feelings make you weak?"
-"I know they do."
-"I understand why you would make that conclusion, but it is incorrect. If you ignore
your feelings, you can never know yourself. If you don't know yourself, you are weak."
-"And if you care too much, you are forced to do what other people want you too. All we
had to do to kill Kakkarot the first time was have that weakling Raditz kidnap his
halfling son. He would've done anything to get the kid back, and he did."
-"With all due respect, Vegeta," Goku countered. " I love my family openly and fully, and
I can still kick your ass."
-"Is that a challenge?!"
-"Oh come on, you're just barely Super Saiyajin. Remember how I became a Super
Saiyajin? I was pissed because someone I CARED about was killed by that bastard
Frieza. I beat you because I was protecting the planet I CARED about. And I would kick
your butt today, because I care about you and I know that you cannot continue this way."
-"NO THREATS IN MY OFFICE, PLEASE!! But Son Goku does have a point. When
you don't care, you have nothing to fight for."
-"But I have a lot to fight for. The Saiyajin pride. Revenge. To prove that I'm the
strongest."
-"But those don't last forever. This Mr. Frieza is dead, so there goes the Revenge reason,
correct? Pride is a form of weakness, a weakness in believing that you are the best. And if
you have nothing to fight for, you will always be weak."
-"And what do you know about strength?"
-"I was a football player in high school and college. I could've made the pros."
-"Ha!" says both Goku and Vegeta.
-"Surely you have some feelings...." says a tearful Bulma. "I know you love me and your
son... that can't make you weak, can it?"
-"Yes, it does.... if someone were to find out...er.... I mean, if someone thought I actually
cared about you and wanted to get even with me, they'd take you away and do horrible
things to you just to get me to yield to them."
-"Yes, and that brings me to our next subject.... your family."
-"I just told you, I don't care!!!"
-"Riiiiiiiight. Tell me how you felt when you first saw Bulma."
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Chapter Four
"It was on Namek. Couldn't have been for more than 30 seconds. Me and that bald
guy Krillin were going to pick up the Dragonball Bulma was watching. She didn't know
of my temporary alliance with them yet, and when she saw me she was scared. Petrified,
actually. I just glanced at her, not wanting to scare her any further. Usually, I loved the
look of fear in someone's eyes, but I was once again of the other side of the fear. I didn't
like it, and I didn't like seeing the trepidation in her eyes. Her eyes were too beautiful for
tears."
"Even though I only glanced, every detail of hers was etched in my mind. That
ridiculous unarmored space suit that left way too much to the imagination, the hair, the
eyes, the beautiful eyes. In all my travels I had never seen anything gorgeous as those
blue eyes. I wondered what she thought of me, but I already knew... she hated me and
everything I stood for. She wanted me dead because she wanted to live."
"I was almost distracted by thinking about those eyes, but I pushed it out of mind.
There was too much to think about... my impending wish for immortality, facing Frieza....
I had to be focused. And I didn't want my final revenge with Frieza to end in my death. I
had to win. If I lost, my father's death would've been in vain. And she would die for
sure."
"I didn't think about her again until right before I died. I wondered if anyone
would cry for me. I knew no one would. I wondered if she would be happy I was gone. I
knew she would. It made me sadder than I thought it could. I know I didn't love her, but
I wanted someone, especially her, to be sad about my passing. I wanted someone to care.
Sure, Kakkarot did, but that wasn't enough. If those blue eyes had to cry, I wanted them
to cry for me."
"When I found myself on Earth, by her, I was happy. But I couldn't let all the
people see that I was starting to fall, just a little. I pretended I was happy about Goku's
impending doom, which I wasn't. I couldn't care less, except for the loss of one of the
few Saiyajins left for me to rule over. I was happy that I could see her again. I was
happy, and shocked when she called me cute and 'homeboy'. To this day, I still don't
know what the hell that means. Anyway, I was estatic when she invited me to stay at her
home."
"I was there, but she didn't even care. It was better for me, I wasn't used to
someone caring about me anyway. I could look at her everyday, and she would never
know. I would stare and smile to myself, just happy to be breathing the same air as her. If
she caught me, I would quickly turn it into a sneer. In my chambers, I would smile and
laugh like a madman, remembering her beauty of the day. She didn't know she had my
heart and it was wonderful. I could care about someone and no one would ever have to
know. Outwardly, I was evil as ever, but inside, I was half evil, half good. And it was all
because of her."
"Late at night, I would walk around the compound, and sometimes I would stop
under her window. I would listen to her talk to her friends. For a while, it was just about
her getting over the stress of her journey to Namek. When I heard all she had been
through, I was amazed.... she was almost as strong-willed as a saiyajin! A few weeks
later, she started complaining about my storm cloud hanging around, and I was little hurt.
But within her bitching, there was some bright moments.... like how she loved the way I
looked in my spandex uniform, and how my hair made me so sexy, and that my
roughness was causing something called animal magnetism. She wondered how I would
be in bed, and I was excited, even though at the time I had no clue what that meant."
"But all too soon I was out of her focus. She started missing Yamcha, wondering
how he was doing in the after life me and Nappa sent him too. I felt terrible... she said
she hated me for sending the one she loved away from her. I didn't know she had a
boyfriend, and I didn't know I had killed him. I felt shame for one of the few times in my
life... I had caused this beautiful woman so much pain."
"Then I felt rage and jealousy. How could some weakling ever be enough of a
man for her? Her strong will must be equally matched by mine. But I can't make her
love me, especially if she hates me now. When she wished Yamcha back, I left Earth to
look for Goku. It was for two reasons.... first, to see how I could become a Super Saiyajin,
and second, to try to forget about her. Her ability to make me feel was destroying me."
"I didn't find Goku, and I certainly didn't forget about Bulma. I was lonely,
miserable and jealous. She haunted my every dream... I wanted to hold her so badly. But
I knew I never could. She had her love, and it wasn't me."
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Chapter 5
-"You loved me then?"
-"Ummm....eeerrrrrrr.......kind of...... yeah, I did."
Everyone's jaws dropped. It had only been three days, and Vegeta admitted he
cared!
-"Wonderful, Mr. Vegeta!" said Dr. Kyoto. "See, it's not so hard to admit your feelings.
And no ones laughing at you or anything."
-"Yeah, but it's still kinda weird."
-"Please, Vegeta, continue. I want to know more about how much you love me, since it's
probably the last time I'll ever hear it."
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