7
My dishonor
The evening of the next day Vincent sat beneath his tree with a single, odd looking, flower in hand. The sayajin had been out and about all morning training and talking with Piccolo, who seemed to have a lot of views in common with the warrior. The flower in his hand had still had it’s roots and some soil connected to the stem, and for some reason the sayajin held a confident smile on his face as he looked at the plant and waited for Bura to come out.
Bura, who could hardly wait to see her sayajin warrior, stepped out of the house and walked toward what had become her and Vincent’s spot. As she walked along she noticed the ugly weed that Vincent was so proudly intent on giving her.
"It is customary on this planet to give a flower to a woman as a token of his feelings… I mean as a gift." He told Bura as if she was unaware of this custom. She took the plant from his hand and looked at it momentarily before putting it to her side.
"And who told you this?" Bura asked as she looked down at the roots of the weed.
"Piccolo, the namek." He answered.
"You know namekians aren’t really the best source to ask about women" She laughed. Bura was referring to the belief that namekians were a-sexual.
"Why?" Vincent was confused.
"Never mind." She slyly grabbed Vincent’s hand as they started to sit down. Vincent had not noticed she had done so and Bura smiled inside knowing this. "Did you…uh… Did you know any girls on Vegita-sei?"
"Yes." Vincent quickly answered.
"…Well? Who were they?" She asked.
"Oh!" Vincent did not realize Bura had wanted more than a simple yes or no. "Some of them fought, and some were mates."
"So…" She rubbed her finger over the top of Vincent’s hand. "Did you have a mate?" She looked up at his eyes.
"No… Never… I never had the time… I lived only to fight." Vincent was somewhat distracted with Bura’s hand that was now tracing the lines of his face while he spoke.
"Well your not fighting now" Bura slyly commented. "Vincent?" She put her hand down from his face "I… I want to kiss you… You can kiss me back if you want…" She teased the sayajin, knowing that he was petrified at that moment. "Here…" She leaned forward and pecked Vincent in the lips softly. He smiled at the girl.
"May I… May I kiss you back?" He asked. But before she had a chance to answer his lips had locked with hers. Bura’s hands struggled to find a place to rest, but finally made their way behind Vincent’s neck as his hands caressed her back passionately. When they had reluctantly separated she dropped into Vincent’s arms looking up at him.
"Where did you learn that?" In the back of her head she was laughing and hoping that we would not say Piccolo.
"I saw Trunks do it once with that skinny girl of Son-Gohan’s, Pan, I think her name is."
"Pan!!!" Bura sat up and looked at him in disbelief.
"Yes…" Vincent smiled and put the girl back in his arms. "They were arguing first, over there by the door, about a week ago when they suddenly locked lips."
"Really?" Bura had a blank look on her face.
"So I asked Piccolo about it this morning, and he told me that is what happens when there are strong feelings between a man and a woman… That’s when he told me about the flower tradition that comes before a kiss" He finished, Bura giggled as she looked at the plant she had dropped while they had been kissing.
"You know, my father was telling me about you" She quickly kissed Vincent again on the lips. "He said you are very set in your ways."
"Yes I… Yes, But I have wanted to change ever since I met you." He pecked her cheek "You make me want to change…" They embraced once more.
"When I told poppa I thought he was going to kill me but now we…"
"You what!!!" Vincent stood up "No! Bura no! You shouldn’t have told him!!!" He stood back as she stood and walked forward to hold him.
"Vincent?! No! You don’t see… He said it’s all right…" She ventured forward again but was rejected as The warrior stepped back yet again. A cold chill ran through his spine, this was dishonor…
"No! I have shamed myself, the king… he knows…" The sayajin grabbed his hair in frustration "No!!! What have I done?" He fell to his knees. Vegita stood quietly unnoticed in the darkness and watched. "You must never see me again…" Vincent whispered.
"Why, Vincent?" The blue eyed girl began to tear. "I don’t understand…"
"You can’t understand…"He whispered again. "I will never be worthy enough for you…" The broken warrior rose to his feet. "I’m sorry, Bura… I cannot dishonor the crown… And I will not… Cannot live without you…"
"No, Vincent!" Bura wrapped her arms around the sayajin’s armor placing her head against his chest plate. She had slowly gone from tearing to sobbing "Please don’t leave me, Vincent… There’s so much I have to tell you… I just found you, It’s not fair!… Vincent… I…" Vincent put a single finger over her lips. He looked once more at Bura, a single tear had dropped from his left eye and had started to roll over his black war mark, it looked so much like a black teardrop in the night sky… Then slowly the sayajin’s body started to levitate over the ground and moved inch by inch into the sky. Vincent released his-self from Bura’s grasp, closed his eyes, and slowly started to gather ki within his own body.
Vegita started toward his daughter who had fallen to her knees as if she had been dropped from heaven. She sobbed uncontrollably now; this is what her father had warned her about that she was to blind to see. Her warrior was leaving her for all times and she could not stop him, he slowly flew higher and higher preparing his-self for death.
"Bura…" Vegita had spoken as softly as his gruff voice would allow as he placed his hand on her long aqua hair.
"Poppa!" She stood up and grasped her father as tight as she could "He’s gone… He’s gone…" the tears rolled down onto her father’s black tank top.
"He made his own decision, child" He looked up to see Vincent almost at full power.
"Daddy… I love him…" Vegita Looked at his daughters tear-filled eyes. "I love him so much, daddy…"