Thanks to princessnichan and Sami for your comments!

You don't really like the Goku / Vegeta idea, do you?

Unfortunately, I can't change anything, it's already part of the story!

But don't worry, the two of them won't fall in love ... ^ _ ^





Chapter 8. Why ...



* This little maggot ... who does he think he is? And now he looks so compassionate ... how I hate it! *



The prince looked up at his opponent. The anger in him grew more and more, slowly he couldn't hold it back ...

"Put your pitying look somewhere else, Kakarott, I'll knock it out of your ugly face!"

The Saiya-jin attacked again, but it was ever stopped.

With a hard blow, straight to his stomach.



For a few moments he only saw black, couldn't breathe, and masses of blood spurted out of his mouth, directly on Goku's T-shirt.But that didn't bother him in the least, very much in the area ...

The warm blood that he felt through the fabric was very pleasant for him and this metallic smell ... a heat wave rushed through his body ... what, what was wrong with him?

The no Ouji could no longer stand on his feet and simply fell over ... his body, right next to that of the person opposite.



Vegeta's breath tickled Kakarott's sensitive ear canal.

Goosebumps ran through his whole body, made him shudder. Getting this close to Vegeta was good ... his smell, he was so foggy ... automatically his right hand came to rest on Vegeta's cheek. He moved his head so that they were now looking into each other's eyes.

Vegeta's eyes were half closed, the pain after this blow was too great.

Goku was sorry for beating up other Sj like that, but what should he do? So it was best and now he could finally try to ask what was wrong with his friend.



"Vegeta, what's wrong with you? Something is wrong, otherwise you wouldn't fight like that! I'm your friend, trust me, I'm there for you!"

His friend? Confide in him? How ridiculous, God, how incredibly ridiculous that was!

He couldn't trust himself, then how could he talk to someone about his problems? And also Kakarott, a lower-class warrior? This rivet probably also imagined that he was resting on his shoulder, that he had finished him off, no, showed him off.



Only now did the ouji really become aware of what had just happened. He, the prince of the Saiya-jins, based on a third-rate would-be warrior.

Anger rose in him again, but he did not get strength from it, in the whole area, slowly he was feeling sick, everything kept turning in front of his head, he would not be able to remain conscious for long.
With the last of his strength, he pushed away from his counterpart, sat down and leaned against a rock that was not yet completely destroyed.



* That stubborn head! Can't he even put his pride aside and confide in me? I thought our relationship had changed over the years and we would have become friends, but now? It is slowly enough for me, I can no longer take his constant moods! Does he think he's the only one suffering from Bulma's death? *



To his surprise, Vegeta spoke up and that with a really relatively calm voice.

"You miserable Baka! Wh ... why are you always one step ahead of me? I never really had a chance against you ... I competed against you over and over again, went to my limits, but you were always the better of the two of us. I saw this many years ago, but I never told you ...

You're the better one in every way.

You can do everything I can't, have everything I will never have and why? Don't I deserve a little joy too? Does God hate me so much that I can never be happy? Is it my destiny to lead a life of sadness and loneliness? Damn it, I know what kind of pig I am, that I have caused more suffering than anything else ... "The rain pelted the otherwise proud prince, the pouring grew stronger and stronger after every word of the ouji's. It was like the angels were crying ... crying for a lost soul that happiness and joy were two unknown feelings.



Kakarott, too, watched the spectacle that Bot turned to him with growing interest. The way Vegeta sat there ... so unbelievably sad and empty ... as if he didn't care about anything, he looked amazingly young and so ... beautiful and fragile.



* Vegeta, he's pouring his heart out to me ... finally he opens up to me and it hurts indescribably to see him like that.I just don't know him like that, it's like he's inside out ... how terribly must he have suffered? What Freeza and all the other bastards did to him must have been terrible ... Vegeta, how I would love to hug you and comfort you now? Why don't I just do it? I can see that he's freezing, his whole body is shaking, just waiting to be warmed up and yet I'm still standing here, too far away from you ... what is it? I am scared? Afraid of your reaction? Afraid that you would turn me away, laugh at me or even curse me? Or is ... is it my pride that forbids me to be with you? Kami help me, what should I do? *



The prince spoke again.

"... a..ab..but, is it ... is it too much to ask for the only thing that kept me alive? Why was it taken from me, WHY IS SHE GONE? Tell me Kakarott! Why? "Expectant Vegeta looked up at the younger Saiya-jin.Tears constrict his throat, that speaking from word to word was much more difficult ... he just couldn't anymore ... he didn't care that Kakarott saw him like that, he didn't care about anything. He could no longer eat the grief into himself, the desire to let everything out and to cry properly for the first time was too strong, the first time to really mourn for his beloved. There were only ever smaller tears that he shed, even when they died in his arms, he didn't want to cry. Show no weakness in front of yourself, still prove yourself to be a real Saiya-jin prince, who hides his feelings from the outside and always kept the mask on. A mask from which small feelings were allowed to penetrate, where the soft cries for help simply fell silent without anyone ever hearing them and rescue approaching. Whoever put on this mask was as good as lost. Unless there was someone who heard the cries for help through the thick layer, broke it and was able to heal the sick soul underneath.



That person was gone and the mask was restored.



Son Goku was completely overwhelmed with this siteration. What should he do now after Vegeta has revealed himself to him? Pat him on the back and promise that everything will be fine? No, how ridiculous, nothing will be alright! Even Goku, who was usually so optimistic, knew that Vegeta was simply beyond help. It was hard to admit to being unable to help his friend having lost him.

But he wouldn't be Son-Goku, the strongest warrior there is, if he didn't at least try to give Vegeta good times! What kind of joy would he be if he weren't with him in such difficult times? When someone needed him he was always there and even if Vegeta refuses to help ... he could be just as thick-headed as Vegeta! If he had to, he would force him to be lucky ... but what should he do now ... he already had an idea, but whether that was the right thing to do ...
Well, still better than standing around like a fool and watching Vegeta's sad expression on her face ...



* I hope I'm not making a mistake now ... *



Hope there are more comments. If not, I'll just continue to write on the board, because FF goes over it pretty well ...