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You're doing it again. I know you don't know it, but how anyone can be as clueless as you are is truly beyond me.

Hn. I'm not sure if you recall it clearly, but you were the one who came to me.

Not the other way around.

How fitting you are where you are now, ne?

I won't deny that I had a hand in it. Only a coward withholds the truth from those brave enough to ask for it. Bakas. As though they'll even question it.

But then again, maybe I didn't leave a big enough mark for them to see...

"Oi! 'Geta! Where are we going?"
"Bakayaro..."
"Oi. You can't hate me for asking, ne? It is a good question, you know..."
"Hn."
...
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"Are we gonna get there soon? I'm getting kinda hungry..."
"Imbecile! All you can comprehend is the need to feed yourself!"
"...ano..."
"Iie! How these mongrels even think to look up to you for help is beyond me! You have the attention span of mushi! The intelligence of a fucking namekuji! How I've been able to tolerate your sorry excuse for a Saiya-jin is literally beyond me!"
"Vegeta..."
"Yamero! I did not give you the option to speak! You should remain silent, Kakarotto!"
...
"It helps the illusion."
...
...
"...Vegeta..."
"Iie, Kakarotto. Do not distract me from this. I will not hesitate to dispose of you this time. This is too important."
You were actually silent for the first time since I'd come to this baka mud ball. That alone should have tipped me off...

Hn. Maybe my title should be changed to 'Baka no Ouji'...don't you think...?

"Ano, Vegeta...what is this place...?"
...
"We haven't come here to spar, have we..."
"You win the prize, Kakarotto. Here."
"...Nani...?"
"Hn."
"Vegeta...what is this..."
"It's a knife, kisama! What do you think it is!"
"I knew that."
"I'm sure."
"What is it for, Vegeta."
"What do you think it's for, Kakarotto. Enlighten me."
"...Nan..."
"I thought not."
...
"Baka! Here! Let me show you."
The look on your face. One of the few things I've seen on this planet that I will never forget. You seemed...surprised...

...and for some reason, that surprise...surprised me.

"Vegeta! Yamero!"
"Kakarotto! Do this! You must do this! You can not deny me as your prince! I will no longer permit you to walk over the respect you should have given me from our first encounter! Bakayaro! Cut it!"
"Iie, Vegeta! I will not...let you...do this!"
"Why?! What have I done to deserve this immense fallacy?! This 'faux respect'!"
"Iie!"
"Fuck you, Kakarotto! I did not ask for your protection! I asked only for your participation! Feh! I should have asked the boy to assist me..."
...
"I should have known you were too weak--too soft. Kisama. Piss off, Kakarotto. Your presence here offends me."
"Vegeta--"
"Iie, Kakarotto. Saru. Before I--"
Kisu.

Such an amazingly short word.

Yet so full of action, of meaning.

At first, I thought myself a soldier--a warrior of the highest caliber.

An elite.

A prince.

The prince.

Your prince.

Imagine my wonder at the discovery of your ignorance. Hn. A Saiya-jin completely oblivious of his heritage--of his skill, his true drive.

Surely it was a nightmare.

It had been from the start.

The start being Furiza.

I never told anyone about the training--about the 'diplomatic intervention'.

Hn. But that ass of a brother of yours knew. And if it's imaginable, he was even dumber than you are. Must run in the family.

...

But...

I...

I still...

It was...

...unforgivable.

The power in your pathetic possession, the latent skill you had--genius hidden in the depths of that shallow mind...

I did not realize exactly how I admired you until the magician pit you against that creature.

Hn.

The irony will live forever in my mind--and I know the boy appreciates it just as much.

How the idea came to you, to kill that beast by over-feeding it, will perpetually boggle me.

And just as I was at a loss for action then...

Kisu.

"Kakarotto..."
"Saa, Vegeta-sama...I will do as you asked...onegai..."
...
"...allow me to serve you, my prince..."
Surely I was dead again. I never imagined, though I strove for it, to expect that to come from your low-class mouth...

"...As I have given my life, time and again for those I love..."
"...Ka..."
"I would die a thousand times more for you."
"...iie..."
"Vegeta no Ou."
Bakana. How dare you defy my wishes yet again! It was not supposed to end like that. My desires were not to be taken and fulfilled by you...you...baka...

You weren't supposed to do that.

I was the one who deserved the dishonour of that death.

But it doesn't surprise me.

Your influence made me soft to begin with.

Your influence made me love to begin with...

I hate you for that

"Iie! Kakarotto! Nanda k'so! What do you think you're--"
"Saa...Vegeta-sama. It...doesn't hurt...much...."
"KISAMA!"
I should have left you there to bleed to death--after all, it was your own fault. I take no responsibility for your inability to follow directions.

"...Veh...geetah..."
"BAKAYARO! ARE YOU EVEN THINKING?!"
"...iie...Ou-sama..."
"Fuck. You."
I cordially refused your exchange. My life for yours. Hn. As if there is true comparison...

I should have let you bleed.

I should have let you die.

But I was the baka king.

And saved your sorry ass....

"...iie, Vegeta-sama..."
"Shut up."
"Why did you--"
"I said shut up, saru! Will you never listen?!"
"Iie Vegeta! What are you--"
Well...it worked on me, what was there to make me think it wouldn't work on you...

And the Namek only knows what it would have done to tell you this, Kakarotto...but...I never...really thought your lips would be so...overwhelming.

Soft. Sweet. Warm. Light. Moist.

Inviting.

Hn.

And to think I had told myself I was not going to fall victim to your distraction.

Which of us is the true dumbass, I wonder...

"Yamero, Kakarotto. It is not your place to make this decision on my behalf. Leave here."
"Iie."
...
"I will not allow--"
"Who are you to tell me what you will and will not allow?! You hold no power over what I am!"
Liar.

"Leave me to my twisted devices, boy. Go home. Eat. Drink. Sleep."
"Vegeta--"
"You are the more requested of the two of us. I am tolerated as nothing more than your shadow. Go to your children. Go to your friends."
"Ano, Vege--"
"Go to my family. Hn. It's obvious who they welcome more."
I explained this once before, but I somehow doubt you still remember. I let the magician possess me so I could remember what it felt like.

What I used to feel like.

When I first came here.

Before I met you.

"That's not true, Ouj--"
"Bakana! Stop talking! Do you never cease your mindless dribble?! You of all people should know better than to try and lie to me, Kakarotto. I will have none of this."
...
Before I met you, I was proud, arrogant, powerful. I was the leader of the Saya-jin race.

Prince to all, potentate to most.

Worthless child to that oni.

Furiza.

Bastard.

He killed my father. Entrapped me in his silken lattice of lies. Destroyed my planet.

My home.

...

I miss it, you know. I'll never admit it to another living soul, but you won't tell. You know how I feel about weakness. Mine or others. Weakness is all the same--a fault in the end.

"Vegeta...onegai...."
...
I...

For the first time since even before I can rightfully remember, I still...

I...

"Vegeta! Onegai! You can't do this!"
"I said...shut up...Kaka...rotto...do me...that honour..."
"Vegeta...onegai..."
"...just once...lissen...to what I asked of you..."
"...Ouji-sama..."
"...baka..."
"...iie...Ouji-sama...don't leave..."
"...yru...."
"...Ou..."
....
I think it was your incessant whining that got me. Trapped me like this.

Dammit Kakarotto! Why couldn't you've just let me die like I had wanted to!? It was a dishonour to have to bow to that undignified level...but...what I had become was worse, by far.

I can sometimes still remember Vejiita-sei. The heat, the weight, its overall stifling presence...perfect for our race. Terrain as dead as our numerous enemies, wind as dry as the throats of those we tortured...and howling just as fiercely...

Iie.

I refuse to fall to my own false illusions. It is all a dream--a waking nightmare I have yet to escape.

But in death, such things are used against you, in order to truly make one's stay in hell particularly...hellish.

The Namek told me I'd never get the chance to see you again. When next we'd meet, it would be in neither heaven nor hell. But that was then. When I thought I needed to prove something, to save something.

To save my family.

...and yours.

Saiya-jin law states that if a warrior in your pack dies, it is the responsibility of the group to ensure the continued success of his clan.

The half-breeds not withstanding, that law concerns you and I.

While you were gone, I kept a quiet ear to your kin. The boy, though he did not train, was successful in his own right. His brother grew up in a manner I could only assume to be similar to that of himself. The harpy has yet to change from what I know of her.

They survived. That was all I could do.

And then you came back. And it was my turn.

I trained hard for that fight, Kakarotto. Harder than I had ever previous.

But...nothing could have prepared me for what you did after the fact....

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"..o-o-onegai...Ouji-ji-sah-sah-sah-ma..."
...
"...don't go...not again..."
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"I...I...I never got to tell you...what I..."
...
"...w-w-what I..."
...
...
...
"...aishetaru, Vegeta no Ouji..."
How many hours were you sitting there, cradling me, wearing my royal colour upon that damn gi you insisted upon donning day after day.

How many more hours passed before your fucking tears dried out, finally leaving you to compose what there actually is of yourself.

...And how many times did you try to rouse me from my sleep with your kisses and purr...

I think neither of us will ever really know these answers, but...the question I want most set to rest concerns what you did afterward.

"...h-h-hai...Vegeta-sama...hai..."
...
"...haiiii..."
...
"...onegai...onegaiiiii..."
...
"...aahhh...aaaaaahhhhhhhh....hhhhhhaaaiii..."
...
"...aishetaru, Ouji-sama..."
...
...

Filthy third-class asshole...taking me...defiling me like that...how dare you desecrate my body in such a manner as...foul...as that...

You violated me in the most heinous and unforgivable ways...and I was totally defenseless to your claim.

How foolish to try to bond a prince--even more so is to attempt to detain a dead one....

Bakayaro.

The body was so...used...they had to give me a new one until it was repaired...

...too bad I liked this one so much more....

Hn.

I'm not fully certain your youngest would appreciate my hold on his first born.

Heh. Guess that's something I neglected to inform you of.

Fuck if I know how to kill the gene that bears your ugly face, but the second son born will always look like you.

The second son born will also bear young.

And this time, the spawn won't look like you.

Hn. Like we need more pink-haired pansies running around...at least my brat stayed within his race...I can't ask for more than that.

That would be too greedy.

"Vegeta-sama...onegai...come back to me, ne? I can love you like you want to be."
...
"I can help you, Vegeta. Let me do this for you."
...
"Onegai...?"
...
Worthless words falling on deaf ears, Kakarotto. Why you'd think I'd want your hollow hide is beyond me. You have the strength I lack. I have the intelligence. Together we would be...unconquerable...invincible...

...perfect...

Why couldn't it have been you at my side instead of your useless brother. Surely, we could have saved our home world from that monster. Your success in our militant excursions would have earned you commendation--recognition from my father, acknowledgement from your own.

You could have been the captain of the guard--head of your own pack. Choice of mate from most any class. Proper living quarters for you and your brood. Seat at the games, rather than having to participate in them. Rights and privileges the world over if only you'd been at my side.

But no.

You're too low-class.

"Onegai, Vegeta no Ouji..."
...
"...onegai..."
...
Even now, after we are left to be the last.

Unfairly fated to be the end.

"Aishetaru..."

Finare.

"...aishetaru, Vegeta..."

Owaru.

"...my prince..."

Finire.

"...my king..."

Endet.

"...my love..."

Too low-class even to recognize your own doom.

"Onegai...? Come back, Vegeta...?"

Hn. And too damn greedy.

...
"...please...?"
...
In hell, you are damned.

That is something so simple, I think even you could understand it.

But in hell, you are condemned to re-live one day, one event for all of eternity. There are no infernos, no screaming banshees keeping you on task, no river to cross, no red skinned beasts with hooves and wings.

They wear shoes like most of the idiots in that mud hole of yours.

But that is certainly the only thing here of which to make light.

In hell, you are condemned to re-live one day.

The day of greatest sorrow, of greatest defeat to you.

And as the day starts anew, I sit here, in my home, blade in hand.

And I wait for you.

"Oi! Geta!"

I turn my head, sheathing the dagger as I have a million times over.

"Where are we going?"

I stand, pulling the black leather over my shoulders as I have innumerable times by now.

"Bakayaro..."

You place a weak palm on your ill-obedient stomach, furrowing the dark brow lying hidden somewhere beneath the sable testament to your unruly heritage.

"Oi. You can't hate me for asking, ne? It is a good question, you know..."

I brush past you, once more, my grace well practiced, the floor invisibly well worn beneath my footfalls.

"Hn."

We leave, leaping smoothly into the air, as we have done countless times before now.

...

Your silence always kills me.

...

And there really is so much I should say to you.

"Are we gonna get there soon? I'm getting kinda hungry..."

As if I could ever compete with that. Damn Sons and their food.

"Imbecile! All you can comprehend is the need to feed yourself!"

I...miss that...

"...ano..."

Hn. Only you can make a puppy look mean, Kakarotto.

"Iie! How these mongrels even think to look up to you for help is beyond me!"

Though I am less blind to it now than I was at that time.

"You have the attention span of mushi!"

There are no insects in hell, you know.

Well, not in my hell, at least.

"The intelligence of a fucking namekuji!"

I mean that.

"How I've been able to tolerate your sorry excuse for a Saiya-jin is literally beyond me!"

Actually, this, too, is not as far-fetched as I first thought.

"Vegeta..."

Royalty does not lie.

"Yamero! I did not give you the option to speak! You should remain silent, Kakarotto!"

Was I always so demanding of you?

...

I never really knew...

"It helps the illusion."

You always seemed so...happy, so...eager...

...

But I know now.

...

The truth, I mean.

"...Vegeta..."

Why it is I live in this day. Why you were the way you were.

"Iie, Kakarotto."

Hai, Kakarotto.

"Do not distract me from this."

I realize the truth of it now. I just needed to review what had happened that day.

"I will not hesitate to dispose of you this time."

And I do think the mark I left was not, as I had originally anticipated, too small.

"This is too important."

This is the day I fell, Kakarotto.

"Ano, Vegeta...what is this place...?"

This? This is my hell, Kakarotto. This is my mind. This is my life after I fell.

After I fell for you.

This place?

This is what's left of my emotions.

The emotions you'll never know.

The love you'll never see.

Because I was greedy.

I was a baka.

Just like you.

How perfect we could have been...

...were you at my side...

...and class had no ground....

How perfect it could have been if I could have known the truth before now.

If I didn't have to die and have it rubbed in my face before I learned the lesson never taught.

Aishetaru, koi. May heaven treat you a thousand times better than I.

"Leave me to my twisted devices, boy."

Leave me to my hell.