One Man's Worth
By Metal Garurumon/Dragonball#5
Greetings, DBZ fans. Welcome to my first released DBZ fic. A sad story about my favorite character, Yamcha. Suicide and language abound so be careful. Oh, and if you wanna flame me, go ahead. I'm waiting for you. Now, onwards to the fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He clenched the knife tightly, unsure if he should do what he was about to do. "You're a damn loser! Bulma hates you, and you can't even beat a friggin' saibaman! DO IT!" Yamcha's mind shouted. Death. Yamcha hadn't feared it, until now. For if he did what he was going to do, there was no turning back. The dragonballs couldn't help. He didn't want them to. " I am worthless!" he shouted aloud. "I'm nothing. A Fuckin' nobody!"
He shouted again. He shut his eyes, and did something no one ever saw him do before.
Yamcha, a sturdy warrior, cried. He held the knife to his heart, and pulled it back. He was glad Bulma and Vegeta and Trunks were out. If any of them were here (well, maybe not Vegeta), they'd try to stop him. He was in Bulma's home,and wanted them to see his note, not himself. Then he did it. He slammed the knife forward to his heart, and all went black.
Bulma and Trunks walked up the driveway, returning from a day of shopping. Bulma opened the door. " What a day. First Vegeta blows up our training room, then you accidentally blow half the st...HOLY SHIT!!!!! Bulma screamed, seeing Yamcha's dead, limp body on the floor. "My...god... I'll call Goku and Krillin!" Trunks said, running to the phone. Then Bulma saw a piece of paper. She read it.
Dear Bulma,
By now you have seen my dead body. I have left this world to stop the pain. My life was one shitty, God damn day after another. I have no point.
Goodbye. Now you see my worth. One man's worth.
Yamcha