This is just going to be "taste-test" for the story. If you guys (the
reviewers ^_^) like it, I'll post the story, if not, I guess I will anyway.
Happy reading!
Disclaimer for the whole story: I DO NOT OWN DBZ!! (though I wish I did, after all, who doesn't?)
And so, I proudly present:
A Letter to Vegeta
Dear Vegeta,
Nearly always, I feel as if a piece of me is missing, not here. I don't know if it is just me, or something else. Do you ever feel something is missing? Or did that leave when you came to earth? Anyhow, I like you the most of all the DBZ gang, because you know what it's like to hurt. And not be loved. A "childhood" with Frieza must have been bad. I can relate. I've never been hugged or kissed, or been told "I love you". Not even by my own parents. I know what it's like, to have someone always one step ahead, and constantly, if not intentionally, belittling you with that. Thank you for listening, if you haven't ripped this up by now. I tend to bottle up 'till I explode too.
Me
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(Vegeta's P.O.V.)
"Aaargh!"
I stood ready to rip the letter into pieces. But I didn't. Instead, I gently placed them in a small plastic baggy, full of other letters from "Me". Obviously a girl, she never signed her name, never put a return address, hell; she didn't even put it in an envelope! The letters just appeared in the mailbox. And they weren't even proper letters. More like those diary thingies, but with an added "Dear Vegeta" and a signature of "Me". And on notebook paper, too.
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Disclaimer for the whole story: I DO NOT OWN DBZ!! (though I wish I did, after all, who doesn't?)
And so, I proudly present:
A Letter to Vegeta
Dear Vegeta,
Nearly always, I feel as if a piece of me is missing, not here. I don't know if it is just me, or something else. Do you ever feel something is missing? Or did that leave when you came to earth? Anyhow, I like you the most of all the DBZ gang, because you know what it's like to hurt. And not be loved. A "childhood" with Frieza must have been bad. I can relate. I've never been hugged or kissed, or been told "I love you". Not even by my own parents. I know what it's like, to have someone always one step ahead, and constantly, if not intentionally, belittling you with that. Thank you for listening, if you haven't ripped this up by now. I tend to bottle up 'till I explode too.
Me
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
(Vegeta's P.O.V.)
"Aaargh!"
I stood ready to rip the letter into pieces. But I didn't. Instead, I gently placed them in a small plastic baggy, full of other letters from "Me". Obviously a girl, she never signed her name, never put a return address, hell; she didn't even put it in an envelope! The letters just appeared in the mailbox. And they weren't even proper letters. More like those diary thingies, but with an added "Dear Vegeta" and a signature of "Me". And on notebook paper, too.
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