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The call of the Ancient War God

          My eyes stung, throat burning with my sorrow, and the tear that assembled in my eye falls; his gaze holds mine, the echo of my emotions reflected, his heart breaks like my own; but neither one of us can make the choice, it wasn’t an offer, it was a duty, a duty the Prince of All Saiyans couldn’t deny. His hand holds my cheek, I can feel the pulse of his heart pumping quickly through his palms; he was scared, scared and distressed.

            “Please take me with you.” I pleaded desperately.

            “No Kakarot… my love… You belong here, I cannot take you away.” He replied in whispers, only audible to myself, and a pair of long green ears. 

            “I belong where ever you go. Vegeta, please… don’t leave me.”

            I didn’t care of my surroundings, didn’t care that both of our families gathered around, staring in awe at the Saiyan godly being towering over the crowd, waiting patiently for the Prince to say his goodbyes. I felt their eyes burn through us, confused by our interaction. I gave them something to really scratch their heads about; cupping his chin in a strong hold, my thumbs stroking the sides of his face, cupping his ears between my fingertips, tilting his head back slowly, gently. His eyes sparkled with moisture, tears brewing, his cheeks splashed with a beautiful hue of rouge, he licked his lips, and I didn’t stop myself. I pressed my lips to his own with such passion, something I have never done before, and he returned it equally, wrapping his powerful arms around my neck, keeping me to him. I could hear the gasps of our loved ones, and several gags in the crowd, it didn’t matter, all that mattered to me was my mate’s lips against my own, the feel of his lithe form pressed against me, his hands weaving in my hair, tugging gently, not to stop, but encourage.

            Unfortunately, melancholy is a powerful emotion. Our lips parted and light whines and hiccups of tears took over, robbing us of our dignity. He whispered my name in a choked voice, pants of ‘sorry’ followed, we both were crumbling; the cruelty was beyond nature itself. Bonded and mated, only to be torn apart by our God, Bejita.

            I clung unto his armour, fisting it securely, keeping him tightly to me, trying to meld him to me, to become one entity so the God would have no choice but to either leave us, or take us both. Why, why must he come for Vegeta and Vegeta alone! Hadn’t I prove myself countless times, don’t I deserve to remain at his side; but no, I was low class, irregardless if I had ascended levels beyond the Prince. 

            I wanted to fight him, destroy him for taking our peace, alas, Vegeta halted me. The Prince’s respect, sense of honour, sense of duties and I am sure there is a little smug plastered among the other emotions; why not, a ancient God came barrelling through the skies, a God whose power was awe inspiring, a God that came for the last Prince of Vegetasi, Vegeta. While I, I was the man born of low class, a man whom forsaken my Saiyan heritage for years in the favour of being Human, I was not just a witness, the barer of a heavy heart. This was how they all must have felt when I departed this world, leaving them all to their own devices.

            My hands slip away from him, and I dare not look to anyone or anything which surrounds us, my eyes are solely on him, and it breaks my heart into a million pieces with each passing second. I watch him enrapt in his own powerful grief, the justice long gone.

            “Come son of Vegetasi, it is time…” My gaze never leave Vegeta, the slight twitch in his eye nearly hauled my very soul from my chest, take me, stay, don’t go… these words fall on my silent tongue, and all I can do is watch, and hope…

            He leaves me with one last lingering touch with his bare hand, his fingertips brush along my cheek in the most loving manner, the touch itself miniscule to all others whom watched, but to him and I, it was a touch with immense meaning.  

            I am numb, numb and ignorant to my surroundings; all that seem to happen, the only things present to me was them. Vegeta walked beside our god of war, rows of ancient Saiyan warriors stood in wait, devout and pious, weapons in hand, stationary. On the fringes I see an older man, and the air which surrounded him, contentment and pride, I knew him to be Vegeta’s father. I didn’t stop the small tug on the corner of my lips, I smiled weakly; at least the Prince will be with his family, and who knows, maybe, maybe one day I may join those ranks, I will prove myself worthy to fight along side my Prince once again…

            Goodbye mighty warrior Prince, I will see you again, no matter the cost, I shall pay the dept.