Somewhere Out There
This story takes place when Vegeta leaves to look for Goku before Freiza comes back.
As always I don't own anything so why bother even talking about it.
* Stands for song parts, this song is from Fivel Goes West and is called "Somewhere Out There" surprise, surprise.
*Somewhere out there, *
I've been gone for too long. I've hurt her too much. She's probably gone back to that weakling, Cha-Cha or something. Vegeta was lying on his back on a long forgotten waste planet. The rocks were cutting into his skin but he didn't care. As soon as he started to bleed he would move into a different position. Much as he did from planet to planet. Move when it started to hurt and let the sabers dig into new flesh.
*Beneath the pale moonlight, *
I wish she could be here seeing all this with me. If the mission to find Kakkarott weren't so serious, the view would be one to take my breath away, as few have before. The orange sun is setting fast and it casts a blood red tint upon the sharpened rocks on the horizon as if the planet itself were weeping tears of blood. I know the feeling. As I landed a few hours ago, I stumbled and cut the skin beneath my eye. (Always my eye. Why is it always my eye?)
*Someone's thinking of me *
You know, maybe the planet really is alive and was trying to gouge my eye out. Penance for not seeing what I had on earth. Now that's a stupid idea. Shake it off Vegeta. Kakkarott isn't here and you have another hour until the pods systems come back online. Rough landing.
*And loving me tonight. *
I settle back down upon the rock, my flesh holding this time against their murderous embrace. Somehow, I like this planet. Its harsh storms had long ago driven away its happy little inhabitants, and its more than abundant sharp rocks kept more from landing. I'm thankful for that, from what I've read they were a pathetic race. All lovey-dovey and full of ridiculous emotions. Reminds me a lot of one of Bulma's shows "The Brady Bunch." Bulma.
*Somewhere out there *
That woman made me watch that show with her one day while her father got the parts necessary to fix the gravity room. Again. It could have been one of the most excruciating experiences of my life save for the fact that Bulma was there. The smell of her just a few feet away was intoxicating. It had been summer and her legs were drawn up against her chest, which glistened in the sun with sweat. I couldn't let her know the effect she had on me though, something I demonstrated half way through the show when that stupid girl broke her nose. Television sets are freakishly easy to destroy. I wonder if they've gotten a new one.
* Someone's saying a prayer*
The former blood red is fading now into a dark blue, like thickly spread paint it is interrupted only by the faint twinkling of stars. Ah, well, no memory of her in that, though I'm sure I could find one. I hope that woman knows -------- well what she's done to me. All she wants is another Kakkarott around. More to disgrace the Sayjin name. I will not be turned so easily.
*That we'll find one another *
Try all you will woman. There's something in me that will not me tamed no matter how long you try to chip away at it. It seems I'm the only true Sayjin left. Such is the nature of selection, I am the best and therefore I was chosen to burden the task. I will restore dignity to the Sayjin race and laugh at all those who failed.
*In that big somewhere out there. *
Please remember that we authors do not get paid for our stories so kindly pay us in reviews.
This story takes place when Vegeta leaves to look for Goku before Freiza comes back.
As always I don't own anything so why bother even talking about it.
* Stands for song parts, this song is from Fivel Goes West and is called "Somewhere Out There" surprise, surprise.
*Somewhere out there, *
I've been gone for too long. I've hurt her too much. She's probably gone back to that weakling, Cha-Cha or something. Vegeta was lying on his back on a long forgotten waste planet. The rocks were cutting into his skin but he didn't care. As soon as he started to bleed he would move into a different position. Much as he did from planet to planet. Move when it started to hurt and let the sabers dig into new flesh.
*Beneath the pale moonlight, *
I wish she could be here seeing all this with me. If the mission to find Kakkarott weren't so serious, the view would be one to take my breath away, as few have before. The orange sun is setting fast and it casts a blood red tint upon the sharpened rocks on the horizon as if the planet itself were weeping tears of blood. I know the feeling. As I landed a few hours ago, I stumbled and cut the skin beneath my eye. (Always my eye. Why is it always my eye?)
*Someone's thinking of me *
You know, maybe the planet really is alive and was trying to gouge my eye out. Penance for not seeing what I had on earth. Now that's a stupid idea. Shake it off Vegeta. Kakkarott isn't here and you have another hour until the pods systems come back online. Rough landing.
*And loving me tonight. *
I settle back down upon the rock, my flesh holding this time against their murderous embrace. Somehow, I like this planet. Its harsh storms had long ago driven away its happy little inhabitants, and its more than abundant sharp rocks kept more from landing. I'm thankful for that, from what I've read they were a pathetic race. All lovey-dovey and full of ridiculous emotions. Reminds me a lot of one of Bulma's shows "The Brady Bunch." Bulma.
*Somewhere out there *
That woman made me watch that show with her one day while her father got the parts necessary to fix the gravity room. Again. It could have been one of the most excruciating experiences of my life save for the fact that Bulma was there. The smell of her just a few feet away was intoxicating. It had been summer and her legs were drawn up against her chest, which glistened in the sun with sweat. I couldn't let her know the effect she had on me though, something I demonstrated half way through the show when that stupid girl broke her nose. Television sets are freakishly easy to destroy. I wonder if they've gotten a new one.
* Someone's saying a prayer*
The former blood red is fading now into a dark blue, like thickly spread paint it is interrupted only by the faint twinkling of stars. Ah, well, no memory of her in that, though I'm sure I could find one. I hope that woman knows -------- well what she's done to me. All she wants is another Kakkarott around. More to disgrace the Sayjin name. I will not be turned so easily.
*That we'll find one another *
Try all you will woman. There's something in me that will not me tamed no matter how long you try to chip away at it. It seems I'm the only true Sayjin left. Such is the nature of selection, I am the best and therefore I was chosen to burden the task. I will restore dignity to the Sayjin race and laugh at all those who failed.
*In that big somewhere out there. *
Please remember that we authors do not get paid for our stories so kindly pay us in reviews.