Goku X Vegeta Oneshots

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*A songfic including The Darkness of My Mind by Trivium. WARNING: suicidal thoughts/actions*

Moonlight teased him awake, not that he was sleeping well anyway. His chest still ached emptily, still hurting even with the passage of time. They said time healed. Bullshit.

A wreath built of withered roses. How long till it decomposes? I don't think I can make it through this life without you...

Vegeta sat up, letting his head hang rather low. He simply didn't have the energy to hold his head like he used to, high and proudly. He was little but a shadow of the warrior he'd once been. And it was all because of him that he now cried at night.

Of all the storms I've had to weather, you were my guiding light.

He felt his head hit the pillows again, although he thought vaguely through his grieving haze that he hadn't allowed his body to do so. Knives would be less painful than this. Despite his best attempts to shield himself, the memories that haunted him every night, the memories of how he lost his best friend, came crashing in yet again, and with them came the tears.

In our last moments spent together, I tried to help you fight...

Vegeta curled up, hating himself even more when he could no longer control the choked whimpers that became whining sobs. It was hard to imagine such mental trauma happening even once in a lifetime even such as his, much less suffering through it every night.

He wanted to die. More than anything else, he wanted to die.

I plead with sorrow as it swallows me down...

It took time, like it did every night, to bring himself back to even a faint semblance of what sanity he had left. He tugged lightly on his hair to help calm himself, to ground himself in any way possible. He sighed and looked out at the haughty moon. It sat, aloof and uncaring, above him, and he knew that not even the moon would grant him peace anymore.

I'm sinking in misery. Won't you finally let me drown?

Vegeta inhaled and got up. Wiping his face and taking deep breaths, he opened the window and slipped out, flying into the moonlight.

The darkness of my mind, where life and death collide. The ending of mankind. Demise is our design.

Vegeta found himself at their very first battlefield. He ignored the burning behind his eyes and looked around. Little had changed since that day so long ago. And yet... it wasn't enough time.

A wreath built of withered roses. I curse the heavens for their thievery! You robbed me of my light!

Vegeta sat down and looked up, the grief bubbling into anger. No one had the right to make him feel this way. Especially not... Especially not Goku. He glared down at the dirt now, his ki burning for the first time in a long time.

Faith is rewarded with your treachery. I've lost my will to fight...

He was done. It wasn't worth it anymore. He had no reason to be here anymore. How these thoughts hadn't really occurred to him before was beyond him. He had two options at this point.

Return to space and carry on a semi-nomadic lifestyle.

Or... He could kill himself and finally bring about the long-awaited extinction of the Saiyans.

He blinked at the thought. He was the last Saiyan, the last real one, anyway. While he rather hated the idea of his species being eradicated entirely and finally giving any enemy they had a complete victory, it was just a matter of time. He had no mate, no purebred child. Neither had Goku.