Vegeta - between pride and love




My story tells of a proud prince who is in conflict between his pride and unfamiliar feelings, he has to choose.




Vegeta is standing on one of the huge terraces of the Capsule Corporation, it's cold outside, the wind is whipping his black hair, it doesn't seem to bother him. With a scowl, he examines the city in front of him, which is his accommodation. His gaze sweeps over the roofs and parks of the capital, anger rises in him, his critical gaze turns into flames of death, his deep, pitch-black eyes flashed with anger. His fingernails dig into the steel of the verander. His thoughts wander, they begin with his childhood. The memories rise visibly painful in him. His thoughts revolve around an older man, his hairstyle, only the beard alienates him. It was his father, King Vegeta, ruler of the planet of the same name.It was to him that he owed his warrior nature, his upbringing and training. According to his father's statements, only he was destined to be a legendary warrior, only he would have the potential to do so. As proud as his father had always been of him, he adored him. His strength, his wisdom, his will that made him the ruler Vegeta that he had to worship. For Vegeta, his father was the only trusted reference person. He only looked up at him, he disdained all others. It was almost like showing warm feelings towards his father. But with this admiration there was also a deep hatred, hatred for Freezer, who took everything that was dear to him. He owed most of his strength and training to him, but by comparison this monster had ruined his life. His future conscience, the power of his planet and family, he had taken to this abundance was added to the neglect, disregard and humiliation.All these years he had to put up with it, how often his pride was hurt he hadn't counted, but once was too much. He was sure Freezer would pay for it without a doubt. No one but himself dared to humiliate an elite first class warrior and prince like that. All these years he had made the monkey for Freezer, danced to his tune and he remained devoted even when punished. His urge for retaliation was indescribable, he would have wished for nothing more than to kill Freezer with his own Saiya-Jin hands. Yes, that feeling of seemingly endless triumph, that's what he wanted. But this lower class of warriors ... "Kakarott" echoed his name through Vegeta's hearing, with the big grin, the big eyes and the cheeky sayings, this piece of scum had stolen his last dream from him. His anger rose in him, he clenched his fists and made a dent in the railing. Kakarott would pay, that is clear, his insolence for him to step in the breach to take his dream is undulnerable.How could a lower-class warrior be so strong? why not him? Who trained so hard when lazing around with their joys? Wasn't it him, as a prince and elite warrior he just had to have the potential of Super Saiya-Jin? Had his father been wrong, as white as whoever was? No, that couldn't be, he wouldn't afford this low point. Never, ever, he is also a Super Saiya-Jin and he will prove that to everyone, especially Kakarott, and then he would take his rightful place as prince and ruler of the universe. Yes, that was his goal and he would fight for it now. Vegeta slowly came back to reality, his eyes wandering around the premises of the C.C. "and now I'm crouching with this woman, unbearable for a prince!" he thought to himself. And whose fault was it again that a prince messed with these earthlings? "Yes, Kakarott, my revenge will be terrible. You will pay!" Vegeta swore to himself.In the background he heard the ringing of a telephone.




so this one is new I hope you like it! SenJinka