Unforgivable chapter 1

By Zogeta

Summary: Goku hands down judgement, and Vegeta finds himself immortal in a way he'd never wanted. It will up to someone entirely different to put things right. But how can this ever be made right?

Various warnings etc: Teen rating: lemons will be posted at the Saiyan Hideaway.

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AN: This is to thank all those who continue to favourite my works and send reviews in spite of my absence. Should this get a decent response, I'll continue working on it.

-Z

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It had been months since Majin Buu, but Vegeta couldn't figure out why Kakarot wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. Every invitation to sparring was ignored, and even at the occasional Capsule Corp gatherings, Kakarot would find some way to avoid being alone with Vegeta, usually by surrounding himself with the friends he knew Vegeta couldn't stand.

It had taken a year, but finally Vegeta had managed to corner Kakarot, if only for a few minutes. The younger Saiyan was dragging a dinosaur carcass back to his home for his shrill, but not entirely useless, wife to cook. Vegeta landed in front of him, grabbing his wrist and keeping him from teleportation.

"Kakarot."

"Dammit, Vegeta. What do you want from me?"

Kakarot tried to pull his wrist free, but Vegeta held on, and his frown deepened.

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

"It doesn't matter, Vegeta, just –"

"It does, Kakarot! And look me in the eye at least. You look like Trunks did when he accidentally smashed the console in my gravity chamber."

Vegeta waited, and Kakarot's eyes soon met his, narrowing with unmistakable dislike.

Maybe this had been a poor idea.

"I don't like you. I never have, and after seeing inside your head, I don't want to even be near you. Ever since we were fused, I've had nightmares nearly every night because of what I saw! I had thought that maybe you were just misguided and maybe the legends were exaggerated, but I know now how sick you are inside, Vegeta. You're a sadistic, twisted murderer and rapist! And I want no part of anything resembling friendship with filth like you. You are evil, and unforgivable! Leave me alone, and go do something constructive with your life while you have time."

Vegeta's grip loosened and Kakarot pulled his arm away, wiping it off on his gi pants before he stalked past the silent prince. Vegeta sighed, and took to the air.

"Then goodbye it is, Kakarot. For good."

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It hadn't taken long for the curse to set in. Vegeta had always known about the very deep and irreversible curses of his people, as potent as their power and as bitter as their rage. He had always hoped that he would never have to experience the absolute law of Saiyan blood. Until Kakarot, he had been more powerful than any other Saiyan, and thus free from the curses of weaker Saiyans. But Kakarot outstripped him in power, to the extent that Vegeta had found his respect for it tainted with fear. Anyone stronger than him had meant pain and torture, and he had had no reason to believe that Kakarot would not use his amazing strength to possibly inflict the worst curse on the only other full-blood Saiyan, even accidentally. He knew that the younger Saiyan had likely had no idea what he had done.

Vegeta watched the runes burn themselves into his skin, his entire body soon wrapped in them, though only a few appeared on his face, running along his left cheekbone and stopping at the inner corner of his right eye. Now he was marked, and had he been on his home planet, he would have been thrown out of the cities and left to die in the terrible wild, a place more dangerous than most places in the universe. A fate befitting one that was Unforgivable.

Sitting in the entrance to his small cave far away from people, Vegeta mourned. He had never intended to torment Kakarot, one of the few people that had showed him any real kindness or mercy. He had only wanted to make up for so many wasted years by serving as the best sparring partner possible, since he knew he would make a poor friend due to his emotional retardation. Frieza had been a useless father figure, after all. He had only wanted to prove that he wasn't evil anymore, that he was trying to be someone to be proud of. Not someone so abhorrent that they deserved to be banished.

In a twisted way, Vegeta had gotten his immortality. He could not kill himself and free himself from the curse. He could not go within a fair distance of other Saiyans, and it destroyed him that he would not be able to spar with his son, or take him for lunch or to a movie, like he had promised. The curse waited for no sentiment, and had taken root moments after Kakarot had uttered the necessary prompts for it. Vegeta had been robbed of his goodbyes and family, but he knew that he deserved it. The curse would never have worked if he was entirely blameless.

And so marked as a sinner beyond any form of redemption or friendship, Vegeta began what felt like yet another life, though this one would likely prove to be tougher than any other before it.