Farewell

                                    

                                          
Three months had passed since the night Vegeta and I finally succumbed to what we had both been craving. We had spent the entire day resting and holding one another in our arms. 
                          
He liked to act all tough and shit, but that day I was able to see a glimpse into an unknown soft side of the Saiyan prince. But, all things do come to an end... Feeling vulnerable must have been a new feeling- a feeling that terrified the warrior. He despised that he was enjoying how I made him feel, so he pushed back harder and colder the moment he felt something. 
                          
That one day with him was all I got- after that, it was back to training. 
                          
"I still can't seem to get it..." I sighed in defeat. Vegeta's red hair blew gracefully in the godlike energy that was surrounding him. "I know the technique and I feel the power to get there, but I can't turn." 
                          
This is so frustrating! How is it that Vegeta and Goku can both work half as hard and get better results? I'm a Saiyan, too, dammit! 
                          
I furrowed my brows in determination and dropped into my fighting stance, "That's it... I don't need a silly hair color to beat you!" Vegeta raised an eyebrow at my words, but then smirked and dropped into his own stance. "Very well then... but don't expect me to hold back." He warned. 
                          
I dug my heel into the ground to build up pressure, "Hold back, Vegeta, and you're going to get killed." I growled. He chuckled, "We'll see about that." 
                          
Every punch and kick I attempted to inflict on him were far too slow for him in god form. Not to mention I couldn't sense his energy coming for me in counterattacks. I angrily shouted, then powered up into my Super Saiyan 2 form. 
                          
Instantly, Vegeta pummeled me to the ground, "No! Ugh... Haven't you learned anything?"
                          
I huffed, standing back to my feet. "Stop using your transformations as a crutch, woman! Damn it, I swear you do this to try pissing me off."
                          
"Whatever," I groaned. "We shouldn't keep them waiting much longer, I obviously need to keep working in this- but it won't be today."
                          
Or with you... Training with Goku is much more fun and honestly gets better results than this... Or maybe I've been too distracted by him to truly focus on training. 
                          
I flicked my tail angrily as I stomped off towards the door of the chamber. "Hey, wait-" Vegeta flew down and gently grabbed my arm. "What?" I snapped. 
                          
"You can't give up because I'm so much stronger than you," His bright red hair was a slap in my face. Give me a break... just because he can transform to Super Saiyan God all on his own doesn't mean he's that much stronger than I am. "You're a Saiyan- start acting like one!" 
                          
I scoffed at him, "I don't need your help to get stronger, Vegeta! I can achieve the transformation all on my own." Vegeta smirked at me and let his red hair fade with his energy until it was black once again, "There's that pride...Use it."
                          
"I'm not the same type of Saiyan as you are, Vegeta! Stop treating me like I was enslaved into Freiza's little special forces!" I shouted angrily. 
                          
I instantly regretted my words- they were purely from my own frustrations about our training and less towards him. The prince was taken back by my sudden burst of energy, but did not fail to respond to me, "That's no reason for excuses, woman! You have Saiyan blood running in your veins just as I do and just like Kakarot does as well; it's how we are wired, we will not back down."
                          
"Yeah, well if that were true, maybe our planet would still be here... Maybe everyone I loved could see me still today, maybe my father-" I stopped before getting out of hand and closed my eyes with a calming sigh. 
                          
A warm grasp on my chin inspired my eyes to open once more and observe Vegeta's face close to mine in preparation for a possible kiss. "Y/N... We all lost something that day." He gently told me before pressing his lips gently against mine. He talked against my lips, "We have to hold on to our pride so we can honor our race."
                          
My tense muscles relaxed and I melted into his hand on my chin. "I know..." My own hair faded from blonde to black finally and I moved my tail so it could wrap around Vegeta's waist. "Ah-" He gasped; would he ever get used to my tail?
                          
"You know I hate it when you sneak attack!" He growled in embarrassment. I giggled at him, "Yes, I know... But when opportunity knocks," 
                          
His surprised face quickly dropped into his serious face with furrowed eyebrows and a slight tilt of his head, "Oh is that what happened?" He asked sneakily.
                          
I opened my mouth to respond, but I heard Vegeta's voice rather than my own- "Oh, shove your snarky comments up your ass for once." 
                          
His words were harsh, but his touch was as soft as a baby's bottom. His gloved hands trailed along my waistband and to the small of my back to pull me in closer to him. Finally- after three months! I was starting to think I had imagined the whole situation. 
                          
Of course he picks our final day together.. He knows I could never resist him it I thought for even a second this would be the last time. 
                          
Where as I'm not entirely sure it won't be the last time, I am sure that this sweeter softer side of Vegeta won't be the one that leaves this chamber with me. 
                          
Vegeta spectated my body language while I fell deeper into thought. He noticed something off about me; I was reacting to his touch, sure- but I wasn't instigating anything myself. "What are you so afraid of?" Vegeta questioned.
                          
"Huh-" I snapped out of my thoughts and shied away from his embrace, also removing my tail from around him. He furrowed his brows, "Y/N?" His worst fears of getting rejected seemed to be coming true. 
                          
"Vegeta, I- this is too confusing. I can't concentrate." I admitted. I fixed my training top that was pulled up slightly. "You're- I-" I backed up more, "I can't do this." 
                          
I flew towards the chamber's exit, but Vegeta flew close behind me and stopped me before I was able to grab the handle. "No! Stop. You do not run from me when I am talking to you." 
                          
There he is... that's the arrogant bastard my father hated so deeply. Why was he acting so weird lately? He showed me this weird soft side that I never imagined he could possess. Before now, I could ignore my feelings and I could use his arrogance to hate him when we got too close.
                          
"You don't own me, Vegeta! I'm not one of your Saiyans and I never would bow at your feet before so why the hell would I now!?" I shouted. 
                          
'Why does she keep saying things like that?' Vegeta wondered to himself, 'Not one of my Saiyans? What does that even mean?'
                          
Before he could react to anything, I tugged the door handle and exited the time chamber.