Vegeta glared at Bulma long and hard. Did she really think he was going to put up with all this?!
"Woman, I need the gravity room fixed. Now!" he demanded; ignoring the fact that she was cooking his dinner.
"Sheesh, Vegeta, you think you can hold on a minute. Whats gotten into you, anyway? I eman, I know you've always been cranky, but I've never seen you like this!" Bulma said, staring at him thoughtfully, "You're gonna have to wait if you wnat me to do anything. Sit down and eat something."
Vegeta grunted. As much as he hated the thought, he had to admit that the woman was right. Lately, he just found himself getting angry quickly. Everything bothered him. Her cooking, her weakness, her slowness...and the baby Trunks....oh god!....the midnight wake ups with his earth-shattering shrieks; it was all too much to bear. It was almost as if...as if his body...no...his brain and his own personality screamed at him that he wasnt supposed to be living this kind of human life. A mate, a child- acting as both, a husband and a father- refraining from killing people. No. This wasnt the way he was raised.
And suddenly, it was as if the evil side of him that had hid for a while, was now returning and revealing himself once again.
"I'm not hungry," he grunted turning his back to her, making for the door. He needed to get some fresh air.
"Wait, Vegeta," Bulma called to him. She wondered why he was acting like that and if he was okay, "are you okay? Where are you going?"
He gave her the coldest stare she had ever received from him- not even back on Namek had he glared at her with such hatred.
"I'm going out, woman, dont question me," he said dangeroulsy, and with that, he opened the door and went outside, letting it slam. Hard.
The air was fresh and cool outside. He wanted to clear his mind of all these evil thoughts that were coming back. Yes, tehy were all back. The desire to kill, to enjoy the pain and the death of a weak one at his feet, to watch them squirm in agony...He stopped himself. H eknew he couldnt do it. As much as he hated to do it, he had to admit that he no longer wished to live the life he'd lived before. If he once hated love, he'd met Bulma. And try as he might, he could deny the way he felt about her- and his son.
If he'd ever wanted to beat Kakarot, now he had no reason to. Why, he had become supersayin already. And Kakarot posed no threat, anyway.
All he'd ever lived for, he had achieved.
And with that satisfaction, the evil thoughts quickly vanished from his mind. He turned around to go back in to his house...
And there it was...
He looked up to the sky and saw a full moon.
As he contemplated it, he felt a twitch in the area where his extra limb used to be.
* It cant be. It's been gone for years now!* he thought incredulously, as he felt something at his backside extending.
He looked back and sure enough, it had grown out."Impossible!" he almost yelled.
But then, there was no more time to question what had just occured. His thoughts were clouded by a blind need to satisfy his hunger. The floor beneath him became smaller and smaller, and so much smaller. The ape- for it looked nothing like Vegeta- looked up with furious eyes, as if yellin at the moon, and let out an enraged growl.
With a whisk of his huge hands, the roof of the Capsule Corp mansion was gone.
Bulma looked up in confusion; her eyes widened as they took in the monster in front of her. She let out a shriek as the ape's claw came towards her and grabbed her by her waist.
It didnt take long for her to realize that this ape, in fact, was Vegeta, the man she loved.
"Oh god, Vegeta, stop! Please! Dont do this!" she yelled hysterically as she came coser and closer to his mouth, her head bumping hard into one of his canines.
But he heard nothing. Not the shrieks, the tears, the pleading, the voice of the woman he refused to admit he loved. Nothing. The only thing he heard was his growling stomach- demanding that it be fed.
With one gulp- a clean swallow-she was gone.
All that was left of her was a strand of her blue hair on his teeth.
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