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ficwizeTitle: Death Won’t Part Us Forever
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Fandom: Dragonball Z
Rating: PG
Dedication: forbangles at for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Request: Enemies
Warnings: None, really.
A/N: For June!Challenge Day 28!
Vegeta stared at the empty night sky. His internal clock told him that there should have been a full moon, but there hadn’t been a moon on this planet for the last decade or so. Not since that stupid Namek had blown it to pieces to keep Gohan from wreaking havoc in the Ozuru form.
It was dark. The stars gave off little light and the fireflies that flitted across the field served only to distract. The darkness didn’t bother Vegeta, though. His eyes were more than keen enough to see the site of his goal.
He landed beside a small mound of dirt. He hadn’t understood the human custom of burial. Especially in this case, where Goku’s body had been destroyed beyond the point where there was anything left to be buried.
It’s a way to remember the dead. To honor them. Bulma had tried to explain it to him, but he shook his head. He was a warrior. Having a pile of dirt gathered against a stone did not speak of honor to him. It spoke of nothing, really. Except that he found himself strangely drawn here at times.
Vegeta sneered. He certainly did not come here to honor that buffoon. Cursing in his native language, Vegeta called Goku every sort of coward he could think of. He cursed his lineage, he cursed his children’s children, he cursed Goku for being so much stronger, he cursed him for being so much less intelligent, but mostly he cursed Goku for leaving.
“How can I prove that I am stronger than you, Kakarot, if you run away from me?” Vegeta snarled. “You may think that you’re safe from me in the afterlife, but I won’t live forever.” He grinned and it was not a happy expression. “And hell will have to wait for me until after I find you and finally beat you the way you deserve.”
In the absence of the moonlight, Vegeta grieved his perfect enemy the only way he knew how. He fought with his ghost. In his minds eye, he replayed every scene from every battle. He re-enacted every confrontation, down to the slightest of barbed insults exchanged in the heat of a lazy afternoon.
Finally giving into the boredom that threatened, Vegeta sat down on the ground, his back against the pointless headstone. “You are not even here to watch me engage in this pointless debacle.” Vegeta sighed. “You’d best be training hard, wherever you are, Kakarot. Because once I die, you’ll have no quarter. None. I’ll hunt you down and prove that I’m better than you, once and for all.”
Calmer now that his desire for vengeance had been proclaimed, Vegeta stared at his gloves. He could feel the anger draining from him, and now, as always, he wondered what it was about the third class Saiyan who was unnaturally strong that tore at him this way. It wasn’t just that Goku was stronger. Vegeta knew that strength changed with training, and he had trained with an almost obsessive dedication. It was more that no matter what he did, Goku always seemed to be one step ahead of him.
Super Saiyan first, his brat surpassing them both… and now, even death. Finally, Vegeta stood up and dusted off his pants. “You can run, Kakarot. But not even death will keep you safe from me.” Powering up, Vegeta lifted slowly off the earth. “I’ll see you sooner than you think.”
Without another word, Vegeta flew back to Capsule Corp. His perfect enemy was dead, but not forgotten. He’d never forget, and then one day, not even death would save Kakarot.
Author:
wizefics (Crossposted in this journal!)Fandom: Dragonball Z
Rating: PG
Dedication: for
bangles at for fic_on_demand Request: Enemies
Warnings: None, really.
A/N: For June!Challenge Day 28!
Vegeta stared at the empty night sky. His internal clock told him that there should have been a full moon, but there hadn’t been a moon on this planet for the last decade or so. Not since that stupid Namek had blown it to pieces to keep Gohan from wreaking havoc in the Ozuru form.
It was dark. The stars gave off little light and the fireflies that flitted across the field served only to distract. The darkness didn’t bother Vegeta, though. His eyes were more than keen enough to see the site of his goal.
He landed beside a small mound of dirt. He hadn’t understood the human custom of burial. Especially in this case, where Goku’s body had been destroyed beyond the point where there was anything left to be buried.
It’s a way to remember the dead. To honor them. Bulma had tried to explain it to him, but he shook his head. He was a warrior. Having a pile of dirt gathered against a stone did not speak of honor to him. It spoke of nothing, really. Except that he found himself strangely drawn here at times.
Vegeta sneered. He certainly did not come here to honor that buffoon. Cursing in his native language, Vegeta called Goku every sort of coward he could think of. He cursed his lineage, he cursed his children’s children, he cursed Goku for being so much stronger, he cursed him for being so much less intelligent, but mostly he cursed Goku for leaving.
“How can I prove that I am stronger than you, Kakarot, if you run away from me?” Vegeta snarled. “You may think that you’re safe from me in the afterlife, but I won’t live forever.” He grinned and it was not a happy expression. “And hell will have to wait for me until after I find you and finally beat you the way you deserve.”
In the absence of the moonlight, Vegeta grieved his perfect enemy the only way he knew how. He fought with his ghost. In his minds eye, he replayed every scene from every battle. He re-enacted every confrontation, down to the slightest of barbed insults exchanged in the heat of a lazy afternoon.
Finally giving into the boredom that threatened, Vegeta sat down on the ground, his back against the pointless headstone. “You are not even here to watch me engage in this pointless debacle.” Vegeta sighed. “You’d best be training hard, wherever you are, Kakarot. Because once I die, you’ll have no quarter. None. I’ll hunt you down and prove that I’m better than you, once and for all.”
Calmer now that his desire for vengeance had been proclaimed, Vegeta stared at his gloves. He could feel the anger draining from him, and now, as always, he wondered what it was about the third class Saiyan who was unnaturally strong that tore at him this way. It wasn’t just that Goku was stronger. Vegeta knew that strength changed with training, and he had trained with an almost obsessive dedication. It was more that no matter what he did, Goku always seemed to be one step ahead of him.
Super Saiyan first, his brat surpassing them both… and now, even death. Finally, Vegeta stood up and dusted off his pants. “You can run, Kakarot. But not even death will keep you safe from me.” Powering up, Vegeta lifted slowly off the earth. “I’ll see you sooner than you think.”
Without another word, Vegeta flew back to Capsule Corp. His perfect enemy was dead, but not forgotten. He’d never forget, and then one day, not even death would save Kakarot.
