Vegeta

By Tyrical

Story based on the Broadway play AIDA.

A tall man was casually strolling through the museum. His long, spiky black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. He wore a blue sleeveless muscle top which displayed powerful arms and an impressive chest. Cream linen pants did little to hide powerful thighs and calves. A matching cream linen jacket lay on his arm and cream moccasins on his feet completed the ensemble. Overall it was an understated look of elegance and power.

As he wandered around the museum his thoughts went over the past few months. Suffering from a serious bout of wanderlust he got back on the international circuit. For a time competing and being in different cities seemed to do the trick. Although the joy he got from competing was being overshadowed by something. At first he ignored it but more and more it was in his mind.

All his hard work was paying off, he was ranked number one in the world. Winning the Tenka-ichi Budoukai competition last year finally put him on top; earning him the title 'World's Strongest Man'. This should be the best time in his life. So why did he feel incomplete?

He was in Seoul once again. Seoul was the host city for an international tournament he was competing in. He had a few days before he was scheduled to appear for his bout, so he was using the time to relax. Unfortunately, with his days empty of purpose it left him plenty of time to think about his life. The feelings of incompleteness and searching were never far from his mind lately. Being in Seoul seemed to intensify the feelings. He felt like he was being pushed to find whatever it was. There were times when he knew he was close but he never could seem to grasp what it was. Like a word on the tip of his tongue try as he might he just couldn't grasp it.

Even his meditation was affected. In the past he would occasionally get images, glimpses of someone. Now it was happening every time he meditated, try as he might he couldn't see who it was. Whoever it was they felt important, familiar. Who was it? What was his subconscious trying to tell him? With these questions in mind he approached a good friend of his, Krylin. Krylin had known him since he was a child. If anyone could help sort some of this out it was probably Krylin.

Krylin had no idea what to make of it but he jokingly suggested he get a hobby other than his ever-persistent training. "Do something that's completely out of your element." Krylin said. "Maybe it will trigger something." Unbeknownst to Krylin, he took Krylin's suggestion seriously and tried different things. One activity he enjoyed was a museum tour during Museum Week in New York. After that he started visiting museums whenever he got the chance. When he first saw Egyptian art he had been drawn to it. He didn't know why but he had instantly felt a connection when he saw hieroglyphics etched in stone and the sarcophaguses on display. Not long after he listed himself on various museum websites and became a member of several museums. His memberships and large donations kept him updated on all new and traveling exhibits.

While checking his email he received an invitation to attend the opening of a traveling Egyptian exhibit at the museum. He decided to attend since he had no plans for the day. It was an unexpected invite but thoroughly welcome. Openings were always great especially when they were closed to the public as was this one. It was a chance to meet new people and have some good food. Usually he introduced himself to another patron who also arrived solo and toured the museum with them.

After the first twenty minutes he began regretting his decision. At the opening all he saw were couples, they were holding hands, talking, and laughing. Heaving a deep sigh he continued to explore the museum but he no longer saw the displays. He saw his own life and realized how empty it felt lately. He was at one of the highs in his career and he had no one to share it with. He had a great many friends but it was not the same as having someone special to share in the everyday moments that make up life.

Lonely was a term none of his friends would apply to him because he was always surrounded by them. But the older he got the more he felt it was true. It was probably the only aspect of his life he wished he could change. Secretly he was envious of Krylin. Krylin met and married a beautiful blond named Juuhachigou. Krylin met Juuhachigou at the Tenka-ichi Budoukai four years ago. Two years later Krylin finally got the courage to ask her out. They had been together ever since. Not only did they share their love of martial arts but also their love of competing. Often he would join them on the circuit. Krylin's easy attitude and Juu's fierce love of competition was the perfect combination. He couldn't help but enjoy himself when he traveled with them. The only downside was that their wonderful relationship was a constant reminder that he lacked a partner of his own.

He was looking for a partner, a mate, someone who completed him in everyway. Krylin would tease him all the time saying he was afraid of commitment. He wasn't afraid of commitment he just didn't want to commit to the wrong person. He almost married his last girlfriend Chi-Chi but at the very end he broke off the engagement. Deep down he knew he wasn't in love with her. If they married it would just end in heartbreak and wasted years. It was not fair to Chi-Chi she should find someone who was in love with her. He loved her and could probably live a comfortable life with her. It's just that their relationship lacked passion and he needed that in a relationship. The other reason he broke off the engagement was that Chi-Chi often treated him more like a son than a lover. He seemed to attract women who acted like mothers instead of lovers. He never knew his mother but he didn't want someone who wanted to act like his.

Although he mainly dated women it was not uncommon for him to seek the companionship of a man. On the whole he preferred relationships with men. Less mess (emotionally), less fuss, and he never had to explain why he trained so much. If he didn't feel like talking he didn't have too. Sex was different between men also. He didn't have to hold back as much. He was a strong man and passionate with anything he gave his time to that especially included sex.

He wanted an equal, a person who had their own life, ideas, and passions. He rarely made friends with other competitors so his choices for friendship or companionship in his chosen profession were limited. The museum world widened his opportunity to meet people. He met people who traveled often and had varied interests. He met people who treated him like an equal, people who did not judge him on his appearance alone. Most assumed because he was a professional fighter he could not think.

Shaking himself out of such depressing thoughts he squeezed shut onyx eyes. Running a hand through his hair he pulled out the ponytail. Taking a deep breath he shook his head letting the hair fall where it would and focused his attention outward. Determined to lose his current train of thoughts he deliberately started reading the descriptions of the main tomb he unknowingly walked in front of.

The main attraction of this exhibit was a tomb that was just unearthed. The tomb held the remains of 2 bodies wrapped in an embrace. Once he focused on the tomb he had been mesmerized, it felt strangely familiar. When he managed to tear his eyes away from the tomb he began reading about the origins of the piece. He finished reading the description and was half way through reading the legend that accompanied the piece when he felt something. If felt like a strong presence assaulted his senses for a brief moment. A whisper of something powerful touched his mind. He had felt that sense several times before. Usually at competitions or press events he had to attend. This time was the first time he felt out side of a work environment. It frustrated him to no end that he could never find the source. Distracted from the display he glanced around the room. A flash of blue caught his eye.