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Letting Go
by Icypinkpop
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Vegeta's feelings get the best of him one day, but his pride refuses to allow it. Hurt, romance, and acceptance ensue, leaving the Prince confused of his feelings, with no choice but to follow the heart he never thought he had. GokuxVegeta.
Graphic Violence
Rape
Male Pregnancy
Deathfic
01 Letting Go- Loss
He screamed.Screamed because he couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t endure the humiliation, the defeat. The constant reminders that he was a failure to his legacy. To his long-lost people. To himself.
He heard nothing but the royal blood pounding in his ears as he staggered to his feet, eyes narrowed with loathing. The man before him, battered and bloodied to a similar extent, widened ebony eyes in confusion; a gesture so reminiscent of the innocent child he once was that it did nothing more than feed the Prince’s fury.
“You okay?” the taller questioned, taking a cautioned step back. The Prince snarled in anger, ignoring the expression on his enemy’s face as he struggled to hold himself upright. He wouldn’t lose. His desires would not prevail. He would get rid of the traitor before him once and for all.
The larger of the two stared at him, dropping arms that could break the world in a gesture of surrender. “Please, what’s wrong?” he pleaded, his concerned expression somewhat alien to the normally jovial features. The Prince choked on his own warm blood, vision cloaked with red. The bastard would pay for this.
He would not be humiliated again.
Taking a pained look into the other’s inky black eyes, he raised an arm swiftly over his head, energy flickering in his outstretched palm. The orbs he stared into widened considerably, following the path of something down the side of his face. He stiffened, feeling the hot liquid seep from the edges of his eyes. The Prince stopped his advance on his foe, lips parting as he drowned in the worry on his last subject’s face. No…he would not surrender…
Raising his arm once more, he limped forward yet again, halting only when he was eye-to-eye with his prey. He coughed raggedly, crimson life essence staining the metal floors beneath his feet, and forced himself to stare his tormentor in the face.
It was a mistake.
He welcomed the warm oblivion in his enemy’s arms, royal tears soaking the blue-clad chest in which he buried his head.
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Vegeta woke in a panic, bloodshot eyes snapping open. Gloved hands dug into the moistened earth, soil compacting between his shaking fingers. How long had it been since that moment? Months? Hours? He spat, disgusted at his own weakness.
Grunting in pain, he forced himself to his knees, tail curling warily around the narrow waist. His abused legs twinged painfully and he let his eyes fall shut, head hanging in shame. The fight he had continued for decades, the war he had fought against the one person he hated as much as he loved, was over. He had finally lost.
Kakarrot knew.
The tears began to come again, but Vegeta made no effort to wipe them away. The damage to the last shreds of his pride had been done. There was no use in attempting to salvage something so useless and broken.
Shuddering breaths soon developed into guttural sobs, and the kingdomless Prince let himself fall to the ground, rage replaced by hopelessness. Kakarrot would never respect him now. Hell, how could he expect anyone to after he had allowed his feelings to get the best of him like that? His hopes for regard, let alone love, were as good as dead.
Love. Vegeta sneered at the thought. It had been an eternity since he had felt anything close to it. Needless to say, when it had reentered his life in the form of the brawny warrior that was his last remaining subject, the Prince had been confused to say the least. Confusion had turned to rage, and rage to hopelessness. As if the beautiful bastard would ever see Vegeta as anything but an underling. Someone to be pitied. Something to be forgotten.
The Prince wasn’t someone who put a great deal of trust in words, let alone anything else. Despite Kakarrot’s numerous claims of friendship, Vegeta knew that the former would never understand the way that he felt. He bit back another sob.
The urge to stand left him completely and the Prince simply layed there, existing, knowing that no one cared whether he was alive or dead. He was just so tired of it all. The blood, the pride, the pity. He wanted to leave it all behind.
Vegeta never heard the tear-stained warrior step closer.
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Goku bit his lip, eyes fixed on the sobbing, shaking form at his feet. Kami, what had he done? He had only been trying to help. Was all of this his fault?
The tall Saiyan hung his head, torn between taking the trembling Prince in his arms and IT-ing to the farthest planet he could find. He didn’t understand. Had his efforts to comfort Vegeta really brought about this much pain? The Prince had never looked so distraught and hopeless.
Goku frowned. What was making the Vegeta cry like that? Was it merely because the earlier incident had subjected his pride to a rather harsh blow, or had Goku seriously injured him during the battle? From the looks of Vegeta’s wounds, the gentle Saiyan supposed that it had to be both.
The shuddering sobs pulled at his heartstrings, and all the restraint in the world was not enough to keep Goku from kneeling down next to his Prince. A tear slid down his battered cheek.
No…Vegeta…
The lithe Saiyan’s eyes snapped open, their owner freezing in place.
