Vegeta would point out that he and Trunks hadn't had the best of relationships when he had arrived here, that Trunks had known him only as an angry, but cold man who wanted nothing to do with him, that it had taken time to change it... but Yondu didn't have that chance, not with being dead. All the hypothetical questions wouldn't change that.
His own way of dealing with such energy is quite the opposite of Yondu's, a stillness which came with Vegeta crossing his arms and head slightly tilted down, eyes closed as he listened. And... eh, it was difficult to hear, even after so many years of learning to accept such emotions and attempts to express them. It was still difficult. So Vegeta won't taunt Yondu for being able to say it, even if part of him wants to to try and deflect whatever emotion he was feeling from hearing it. Instead, "If there's a chance for me to fight, to find a way to survive despite the odds, I will take it." Even if... even if everything else is gone. Not just from Yondu's words, but because he knows Bulma wouldn't want him to just give up. When he had killed himself the last time it hadn't been out of a need to leave their world, only to protect it.
Plus he's a Saiyan, he won't just give into the self pity of it all. He's supposed to die in battle. Somewhere, somehow. If he's to go out, he wants it to be in a moment of glory, to had given it his all and knowing he did everything he could.
I'm gonna pretend that Yondu's not mentioned the depths of it before.
"Good. Right. That's... I reckon that's the most I can hope for." And that's when he does it. He finally looks at him from where he's standing.
It doesn't last all that long, but he does look.
"I know you told me Freeza had ya doin' some messed up stuff but uh..." He sighs, shoulders heaving, accepting. If any time was right, now was it. "I told ya that my boy was the son of somethin' great, something that gave him power right in the core of him that I reckon he could tap into again."
Yondu goes to sit again, slouching down the wall onto the bench.
"Middle part of the story is... Ego. That father? He hired me to go find his kids. I didn't know.... what it was he intended to do. I thought I was just bringin' him his heirs, you know. Didn't look all that into it. All the information was legit. Their mamas remembered 'im much of the time. All of 'em thought they're wonderful daddy come to take 'em to his home in the stars."
And Yondu looks heartbroken, just thinking about it. "He killed 'em. I didn't know what he was doin'. Not 'til I picked up Peter. And then I couldn't just give 'im to the bastard. So I just ran. Made up excuses to keep 'im around to the crew. Made up stupid lies as to why he shouldn't get too comfortable with the crew. About why I needed 'im."
He huffs and rubs an ache out of his eye with the heel of his hand. "My last moments before I ended up on the train, I spent 'em makin' it right with the few breaths I had left in me." He'd seen how Ego had left Peter. Broken, rejected, aching. So Yondu had spent his last few words doing what his own parents never did. Let him know that he was wanted, that he wasn't a disappointment, and he was deserving of kindness even if Yondu had failed at that. At least that's how he saw it.
"I'm tellin' ya 'cause I probably ain't gonna get another opportunity, and I trust ya enough to know that." And because Vegeta isn't the worst person in the world. Far from it.
Vegeta stays silent as Yondu speaks, letting him get it all out without interruption. He understands how difficult it was to talk about such stuff, how much trust it took in the other person to even think of doing so. So he listens. And... understands that guilt. Of past actions that even current ones can not undo. And the fact that Yondu hadn't been given a second chance like Vegeta had here, a chance to try and change some of the damage he had done to his son.
What he can add though, "They flew the colors for you. You clearly did right by them in the end." Because Vegeta knew how happy Yondu had been after learning that. That he hadn't been forgotten and left behind. Even if he wasn't there in his world and couldn't be again, he was still remembered. You don't give honors to those who mean nothing to you.
Then a huff of a sigh out. "If there was a way to have contact immediately..." It would be good, wouldn't it? But not happening.
There had been a difference between the violence that Yondu was raised around, the killing machine the Kree made him, and what he did. He knew that now. He'd feared becoming a slave again so much that he hadn't cared about avoiding it again.
"Yeah.... yeah I heard Stakar talkin' about me. He cared again. Talked about me in holovids like I was somethin' good but... Yeah, this ain't about that. Most of the people here, if they knew I'd sold people for any reason, especially kids, they'd have taken it outa my hide. But I'm givin' it to you 'cause you still see shades of gray."
He huffs, crosses his arms, and looks tired.
"Never thought I'd have a group like them again, but you, Soldat, Crowley, Koumyou, Bulma..." They made him feel it again. And goddamn did it hurt that he couldn't be there for him. This was it. He had his little group of hardass parents.
... "You just have to find the right people who will accept it. And who push you to be better." Like Vegeta had managed to find. Despite all he had done to them, or had wanted to do. Despite all he had done to others. For what his people had done to their universe. It didn't undo what he had done in the past, but they all pushed him to want to be better.
"And if you can't get it back in your world, you have a chance to here." A pause, a long pause, he silently struggling with his next words, both not wanting to come out and say them, and realizing how important they were. Did he really have to say it? Couldn't Yondu just know and assume it? ...ughhh, "I don't care what you've done in the past." There, that's the closest he's going to get with that. It's as far as Vegeta can take it.
But also refusing to look in Yondu's direction even after getting it out.
Instead, "Just hurry up and get this whole transport thing working like you talked about in the past. Don't mess around and waste time." Aka, you better show up some time soon in his universe, Yondu.
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His own way of dealing with such energy is quite the opposite of Yondu's, a stillness which came with Vegeta crossing his arms and head slightly tilted down, eyes closed as he listened. And... eh, it was difficult to hear, even after so many years of learning to accept such emotions and attempts to express them. It was still difficult. So Vegeta won't taunt Yondu for being able to say it, even if part of him wants to to try and deflect whatever emotion he was feeling from hearing it. Instead, "If there's a chance for me to fight, to find a way to survive despite the odds, I will take it." Even if... even if everything else is gone. Not just from Yondu's words, but because he knows Bulma wouldn't want him to just give up. When he had killed himself the last time it hadn't been out of a need to leave their world, only to protect it.
Plus he's a Saiyan, he won't just give into the self pity of it all. He's supposed to die in battle. Somewhere, somehow. If he's to go out, he wants it to be in a moment of glory, to had given it his all and knowing he did everything he could.
I'm gonna pretend that Yondu's not mentioned the depths of it before.
It doesn't last all that long, but he does look.
"I know you told me Freeza had ya doin' some messed up stuff but uh..." He sighs, shoulders heaving, accepting. If any time was right, now was it. "I told ya that my boy was the son of somethin' great, something that gave him power right in the core of him that I reckon he could tap into again."
Yondu goes to sit again, slouching down the wall onto the bench.
"Middle part of the story is... Ego. That father? He hired me to go find his kids. I didn't know.... what it was he intended to do. I thought I was just bringin' him his heirs, you know. Didn't look all that into it. All the information was legit. Their mamas remembered 'im much of the time. All of 'em thought they're wonderful daddy come to take 'em to his home in the stars."
And Yondu looks heartbroken, just thinking about it. "He killed 'em. I didn't know what he was doin'. Not 'til I picked up Peter. And then I couldn't just give 'im to the bastard. So I just ran. Made up excuses to keep 'im around to the crew. Made up stupid lies as to why he shouldn't get too comfortable with the crew. About why I needed 'im."
He huffs and rubs an ache out of his eye with the heel of his hand. "My last moments before I ended up on the train, I spent 'em makin' it right with the few breaths I had left in me." He'd seen how Ego had left Peter. Broken, rejected, aching. So Yondu had spent his last few words doing what his own parents never did. Let him know that he was wanted, that he wasn't a disappointment, and he was deserving of kindness even if Yondu had failed at that. At least that's how he saw it.
"I'm tellin' ya 'cause I probably ain't gonna get another opportunity, and I trust ya enough to know that." And because Vegeta isn't the worst person in the world. Far from it.
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What he can add though, "They flew the colors for you. You clearly did right by them in the end." Because Vegeta knew how happy Yondu had been after learning that. That he hadn't been forgotten and left behind. Even if he wasn't there in his world and couldn't be again, he was still remembered. You don't give honors to those who mean nothing to you.
Then a huff of a sigh out. "If there was a way to have contact immediately..." It would be good, wouldn't it? But not happening.
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"Yeah.... yeah I heard Stakar talkin' about me. He cared again. Talked about me in holovids like I was somethin' good but... Yeah, this ain't about that. Most of the people here, if they knew I'd sold people for any reason, especially kids, they'd have taken it outa my hide. But I'm givin' it to you 'cause you still see shades of gray."
He huffs, crosses his arms, and looks tired.
"Never thought I'd have a group like them again, but you, Soldat, Crowley, Koumyou, Bulma..." They made him feel it again. And goddamn did it hurt that he couldn't be there for him. This was it. He had his little group of hardass parents.
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"And if you can't get it back in your world, you have a chance to here." A pause, a long pause, he silently struggling with his next words, both not wanting to come out and say them, and realizing how important they were. Did he really have to say it? Couldn't Yondu just know and assume it? ...ughhh, "I don't care what you've done in the past." There, that's the closest he's going to get with that. It's as far as Vegeta can take it.
But also refusing to look in Yondu's direction even after getting it out.
Instead, "Just hurry up and get this whole transport thing working like you talked about in the past. Don't mess around and waste time." Aka, you better show up some time soon in his universe, Yondu.