For the next few weeks Vincent found his-self doing odd jobs for the family, he tried hard to find his niche on the planet. The warrior found that Trunks and Goten seemed to always do the same routine, day in and day out: look for girls… and eat. And although Vincent did venture out with the duo once or twice, he could not stop thinking about Bura who seemed to run through his thoughts constantly, which also seemed to ruin the two boys’ fun.

    Vincent often trained with Trunks in the morning, but focused more on the art of war rather than fighting, he had taught Vegita in this same manner and intended to teach the prince’s son in the same way. Vincent would speak of war with great passion and it seemed to spark an interest in the boy who would often listen to Vincent speak until noon, Trunks’ interest in sayajin traditions slowly increased day by day. The warrior’s evenings, however, were spent in solitude. He had found a spot, under the same broken tree form before, that he was comfortable with. Vincent would routinely sit there for hours thinking until it was time for dinner, and Bura would often look from her window to spy the Young sayajin as he sat in the shade of the crippled tree.

    One day, as Vincent sat in his favorite spot beneath the tree, Bura had walked out of the house and made her way to him.

    "May I sit down?" Bura asked.

    "Whatever you wish…" Vincent stood up and unclasped his cape from his shoulder, He placed it on the ground for her to sit on. Bura smiled and sat down on the thick heavy cloak, the young sayajin sat next to her.

    "How have you been?" She asked. Bura had initiated the conversation, which Vincent was hesitant to do.

    "Good…" He thought of nothing else he could answer her with. Outside he was calm but inside his heart raced too fast for his mind to read ‘Say something! Say something!’ his mind was blank…A long silence followed. Bura knew what he was thinking inside his small warrior mind, she understood that he was trying somehow to impress her, but could not find the words he so desperately wanted to use to win her heart. Bura did not need his words at all though; she found it so attractive that she had broken through the warrior’s shell without him knowing. Vincent had always been in control of his situations; this one it seemed would be the hardest yet.

    "So… What does the tattoo under your eye mean?" She pointed to Vincent’s war mark.

    "It was a gift…" He answered.

    "What kind of a gift is that?" Bura was surprised

    "It was given to me by your grandfather, the king." He said with pride "I was the youngest warrior to help him win the crown."

    "Wow! you must be really old then" She teased Vincent who smiled back at her in amusement.

    "I don’t know how old I am to be honest with you."

    "What do you mean?"

    "There was no record of my birth, I am a bastard child… and I believe only the king knew my origin…" Vincent had obviously thought of this in the back of his mind for years.

    "Hey! Well did you ever do anything else besides kill people when you were young?" Bura attempted to lighten up the conversation. Vincent’s mind went deep into the past hoping for a comedic story or an adventure that any normal child would have had growing up, anything so Bura would not think of him as a monster… She was talking to him now as he had wished but…

    "No…." He had no such memories and would not lie to her…

    "I see…" She slowly stood up "Well, I gotta go now… Schoolwork and all…" She turned her back and started walking away. Suddenly she felt a strong hand pull on hers, holding her back. A light drizzle had started falling and seemed as is if it had come from nowhere.

    "No! No! No! Please don’t leave!" Vincent called for Bura. As she turned back around she looked down to see the proud sayajin on one knee looking up at her with sad eyes. "I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to sound like…" He looked down at his hand in shock, He was holding the hand of the sayajin king’s daughter. He quickly released it and looked down to Bura’s feet. "I don’t want you to be scared of me…" It had started to rain on both of them, but neither one moved.

    "I’m not, Vincent..." She placed her finger beneath his chin making him look up at her. "I like… Talking to you."

    "I enjoy our conversations too" Vincent for some strange reason returned to his formal way of speaking.

    "You don’t need to talk to me like that, Vincent." Bura pointed out.

    " I… I like it too… The… Talking I mean…With you… And I … Talking." He fumbled for the words. Bura giggled lightly.

    "Then we should meet here tomorrow again." She quickly added. "Ah! I’m getting soaked!"

    "Huh? Oh yeah, yes tomorrow, you should go inside now! It’s starting to rain!"

    "O.K. Tomorrow!" Bura ran toward the house with thoughts of Vincent on her mind. The great warrior was unpredictable in battle, but he had never been in this type of situation before and was as readable as an open children’s book to Bura. She smiled as she ran into the house, her mind so clouded she hadn’t even noticed her father beside to doorway watching her suspiciously as she sang to herself all the way up to her room. Vegita looked outside to see Vincent sleeping in the rain beneath the tree.

    Vincent and Bura continued meeting each other in the evenings and soon their talks became longer and longer, and more in-depth. Vegita had made it a habit to watch the two from a distance, so as not to be noticed.

    The two had found something in each other; it seems the oddest couples start out this way. Vegita grew concerned, although he allowed Bura to see whomever she pleased, he knew something was wrong with Vincent. Later on Vegita would talk to his daughter before she slept, he tapped at her door…

    "Yes?" Asked Bura as Vegita stuck his head through a crack in her bedroom doorway.

    "I must speak with you…" He walked inside and sat his-self down on her circular bed. "What is going on with you and Vincent?"

    "What do you mean, poppa?" Bura asked innocently.

    "I’m not an idiot…" His tone was dark and it scared Bura who began to cry. "You may choose any mate you want, child…" He wiped a tear from Bura’s face "But Vincent I know too well" Bura looked at her father in curiosity. "He hasn’t adjusted to earth yet… It might be hard for him to change…" He started to explain.

    If Vincent found that Vegita, the king of sayajin, had learned of him and Bura, the consequences he would inflict upon his-self would surely be fatal. Vegita had known from the start that this would happen, but had assumed that his daughter would quickly loose interest on the young warrior because of his bloody past. It had all seemed quite familiar to the prince, before he had met Bulma he had become the great destroyer of planets… Bulma somehow had seen past his warrior nature. It had been a hard couple of years for the prince to adjust to Earth, his mate Bulma had made those years both hard and easy. He remembered the pain he held inside so deeply when he was told his kingdom was gone, he was with Nappa and pretended that it had effected him at all. He remembered the day he collapsed in the gravity room and Bulma had nursed him back to health… The birth of Trunks… of Bura… All of these changes had seemed to alter his destiny form one end to the other, and Vincent would have his changes too. Vincent, who called Vegita ‘king’, and his son Trunks ‘the prince’, was still sadly holding on to a dream that even Vegita had almost forgotten.

    "Poppa…" His child’s sweet voice melted the sayajin, probably thing that ever could. "He would never do anything to hurt me…" She moved closer to her father wrapping her arms around his waist.

    "I know…" Vegita answered as he kissed her on the forehead and began to walk out. He knew the battle that raged inside Vincent’s mind… It was only a matter of time…. "Sleep now, Brat…" He closed the door.

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