Chapter 1: Respect
A forgotten warrior stood aimlessly, long after everyone had fled the scene of the cataclysmic battle that had occurred, feeling more at odds with himself than ever before. Everything went so fast, it was like a blur. He was still unable to piece it all together. The moment he saw his son impaled right through the sternum at the hands of Cell, a painfully agonizing feeling began to stir in the burrows of his chest, thrashing about more and more violently with each and every passing second. As he saw Mirai Trunks coughing out globs of blood, he stared wide-eyed, abhorred by the sight. A n
Against his plans and wishes, Vegeta had decided to see off Trunks, before the latter went away to face the Androids of his time. Of course, he wouldn't have, but Bulma persistently nagged him to the point of insanity and he'd finally caved in. He wasn't sorry though. Though the Prince didn't show it, his crushed pride and morale were assuaged to some degree when he saw the boy smile at him. He, as usual, shrouded any hint of emotion behind a stoic, stone-cold, nonchalant façade.
"Father." Trunks offered Vegeta a dazzling smile. With all the effort he could muster, the Prince avoided the urge to smile back and instead just gave his own farewell gesture with two fingers, which was of course, reciprocated in kind.
After Trunks left, Vegeta spent his days in solitude, cramping himself in his quarters of Capsule Corporation's residential complex, doing absolutely nothing, except moping and wallowing in his own self-pity. He hardly even ate and when he did, it was duri
The battle was over and he'd lost it all. Kakarot was dead and his drive to surpass him, to be the best there was, had died with him. Then he'd failed to right the wrong perpetrated against Trunks, by Cell's monstrous hands. He'd failed to give the monster his comeuppance and in the end, the only credit he could take was managing to distract Cell with a Ki blast, long enough for his rival's whelp to obliterate the beast single-handedly.
He was nothing. Nothing but a footnote in this great battle. All the glory that should've been his was stolen from him. His pride was ground into the dirt and blasted away into the abyss. The third-class had humiliated him at every turn, first when he and his allies had defeated him on Earth, then when he'd been the one to avenge the Saiyan race by defeating Frieza and now, when both he and his son had surpassed his strength and left him in the dust. His mind was in shambles, clogged with only contempt, scorn and derision, directed so
Bulma and Vegeta got married a couple months earlier and now was one of several occasions when Chi-Chi visited Bulma at Capsule Corporation. The Saiyan Prince as usual was training vigorously in the gravity chamber, while Goten and Trunks were playing together outside, under the supervision of Gohan.
"You take that back!" Chi-Chi yelled, "Vegeta is not stronger than my Gohan!"
"Oh yes he is!" Replied Capsule Corporation's heiress, "All he ever does is train like crazy, while Gohan does nothing but study all day long!"
"So?!" Replied the Ox Princess, "At least he spends his time productively!"
"Apples and oranges, Chi-Chi, apples and oranges."
"You can say what you want, but it was my son who defeated Cell and saved the planet!" Argued