A/n As you know (or don't know), Johnny Quest (the original author of this story) has decided it's in her best interests to leave the site. She has left this great story to me to finish, the first 8 chapters will go up as normal. I will only be fixing any grammatical errors for those chapters, chapters' 9-? Are to be written all by myself (with yours and the original author's thoughts and ideas added of course.) I hope I do not disappoint you.

As always,

Alex

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Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.

Don't tell me

1. Chapter: Too late

He entered the room and saw that her back was against him. It wasn't an ordinary office; it was the office of the Capsule Corp. Heiress, decorated in her favourite colour; blue, every shade of it. She stood by the window and her shiny blue hair was reflecting the light so well. How he wanted to tell her that he was sorry, that he regretted everything that he had done in the past. But deep down he knew that it was too late for remorse. It would never be the same after what he had done to her, not now not ever...

He watched her while she shifted her own weight to the other foot. He couldn't remember how often he had secretly watched her against his own will, until that one forsaken night, when everything had changed, forever.

(Flashback) After yet another confrontation with his host he had flown away to think about his life...This time it had been different from the others, this time he had mentally bruised her, the anguish in her azure eyes were furthermore burned in his memory. He had felt that his existence was threatened and the fact that he wasn't used to emotional outbursts had made him do the only thing he knew; he had abandoned her on the porch. True, the woman had said some things that were partially true about his past, but still he knew that he was changing, for better or the worst he didn't know... not yet anyway. He sat on top of a mountain, watched the nightfall, the beautiful colours with all of its glory, warming his chiselled face. "Life can be such a bitch sometimes." he muttered under his breath in a to-us-unknown language, sighed and then took of into the night, not knowing where he was heading... Until he reached his destination that is. The CC -headquarters. (End flashback)

He cleared his throat to get her attention, but she didn't even move. He was about to take a step towards her, when she finally spoke, her voice low yet bathed in many different emotions: "Don't come near me. We are over, "we" don't exist anymore..." First he didn't know how to respond, but then he overcame the initial shock an was about to speak: "But.."

His words were interrupted by hers: "Don't tell me, I don't want to know. Don't even dare utter a word." Then she paused as if collecting her strength to utter the last words: "I suggest that you gather your stuff and leave the Capsule Corp. Grounds immediately" then she raised a finger towards the door not once looking at him, "'cuz' Kami knows that I don't want to see your murderous face or hear your deceitful voice again, not now not ever. Now go."

"Fine" he said without hesitation, he would never stay somewhere he wasn't wanted. His pride would never allow him to do so. He was about to say way something but decided against it. He wouldn't be the one to pick up the pieces, that he refused to do. No, this was the last time he would look at the woman standing in front of him. The night that they had shared the first time had truly been wonderful. The following two months had been the happiest time of his life, yet he had to mess it up. It was simply who he was, he couldn't change that.

Silence

She waited a minute or two to make sure that he was gone. It had caused her more pain to say those words than to get the news about her condition. Slowly she turned around and if he had been there to see her face he would have noticed that she had been crying her eyes out. They were red puffy and the lack of sleep had definitely set its marks on her flawless face. There was a sudden knock on the door. She didn't respond, but the person in question opened it cautiously and stepped into her office.

"So you didn't tell him?" he asked in a rather solemn voice. She was oblivious to the surroundings. "He has every right to know, u know" the male continued.

She didn't raise her voice, but simply stated: "Yamcha that is between him and I. I honestly don't see how you have the right to interfere." She crossed her arms, but then realised that the stance reminded her of him and uncrossed them quickly and started fidgeting with her fingers.

"You can't put this on yourself. I know that you love the guy, so why not tell it to him?" without halting he continued: "And he also has feelings for you. It's so obvious even though he never says anything. You know that I dislike him, to say the least. But nothing is more precious than your happiness. And don't tell me you weren't happy with him, 'cuz' I know you were more than happy in the time you were with him."

Then she turned to face him and he saw her watery eyes. "What do you want me to tell him, huh?" She paused, took in a much-needed breath and carried on: "That I am slowly dying inside? That I want him to be there when I suffer and eventually die? That I want him to be there, not because he loves me, but because he pities me? No, I can't put that on him or myself. Plus its not like I have so much time left anyway, this should be over soon enough." She coughed and took her hand to her mouth. When she took her hand down she felt something sticky on her hand and raised it to an eyelevel. She took in the sight with fear in her eyes, nevertheless she held up the facade. The blue substance was all over her fingers indicating that there truly wasn't much time left for her to live.

She looked Yamcha in the eyes. "It's too late now my friend, too late." With that she fell on her knees and the room was filled with the sound of her silent weeping.