Author's Note: Here's yet another fanfic that I've been working on, mostly
in my head, though, but oh well. I wanted to put it up to amuse the masses
as I worked on my other stuff. Hope you like this very, very short chapter!
Let me know what you think, even if it gives you practically nothing to
work off of . . .
Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ, ladefrigginda. Oh, and I hold no responsibility if you read this and are offended by homosexual relationships. That's your problem.
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Straightaway I was 'were So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair; And a voice said in mastery, while I strove-- "Guess now who holds thee?"--"Death," I said. But, there, The silver answer rang--
"Not Death, but Love."
He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. Why was he thinking about -Him- again? Why couldn't he get -Him- out of his mind? Standing up, he decided to wander around and clear his mind. He had recently gotten a new house, and silently thanked Bulma for the huge screen television that had been a housewarming gift, which he used to pass sleepless nights like tonight. Was he worried about this weekend? But -He- came over every time there was a football game with the home team playing, why was this any different? Flipping channels, he wondered why he felt like this. "I have a beautiful girlfriend!" he said to himself. "I should be happy!" He sighed and turned off the TV, tossing the remote onto the coffee table in front of him. "Well, lots of beautiful girlfriends if you want to get technical." Putting his feet up onto the coffee table, he leaned back into the fluffy couch and crossed his arms across his chest. "Maybe I'm just in denial, so that's why I haven't found a girl that I want to settle down with yet." He ran his hand over his short, black hair, then stood up. Why was he so anxious? He had never worried over anyone else like this. Had he not loved them, too? Of course he had! Just not like this. "Yamcha, Yamcha," he mumbled to himself as he paced the room, "You're getting yourself tied in a knot over nothing. Lets just wait until Sunday and see what happens." Sunday. It felt like an eternity away. Surely in an eternity he could figure out something! He smiled as he sat back down on the couch. Everything would be all right, he thought to himself as he fell asleep, his window letting through the light of the bright orange sunshine.
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Author's Note: So, what did you think? Short, yes, but I do have another chapter going. Ah, the joys of annoyingly short introductions. . . gawd, I love it! And as soon as school starts up again, I'll be writing more! HOORAY! Well, peace out!
Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ, ladefrigginda. Oh, and I hold no responsibility if you read this and are offended by homosexual relationships. That's your problem.
**********
Straightaway I was 'were So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair; And a voice said in mastery, while I strove-- "Guess now who holds thee?"--"Death," I said. But, there, The silver answer rang--
"Not Death, but Love."
He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. Why was he thinking about -Him- again? Why couldn't he get -Him- out of his mind? Standing up, he decided to wander around and clear his mind. He had recently gotten a new house, and silently thanked Bulma for the huge screen television that had been a housewarming gift, which he used to pass sleepless nights like tonight. Was he worried about this weekend? But -He- came over every time there was a football game with the home team playing, why was this any different? Flipping channels, he wondered why he felt like this. "I have a beautiful girlfriend!" he said to himself. "I should be happy!" He sighed and turned off the TV, tossing the remote onto the coffee table in front of him. "Well, lots of beautiful girlfriends if you want to get technical." Putting his feet up onto the coffee table, he leaned back into the fluffy couch and crossed his arms across his chest. "Maybe I'm just in denial, so that's why I haven't found a girl that I want to settle down with yet." He ran his hand over his short, black hair, then stood up. Why was he so anxious? He had never worried over anyone else like this. Had he not loved them, too? Of course he had! Just not like this. "Yamcha, Yamcha," he mumbled to himself as he paced the room, "You're getting yourself tied in a knot over nothing. Lets just wait until Sunday and see what happens." Sunday. It felt like an eternity away. Surely in an eternity he could figure out something! He smiled as he sat back down on the couch. Everything would be all right, he thought to himself as he fell asleep, his window letting through the light of the bright orange sunshine.
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Author's Note: So, what did you think? Short, yes, but I do have another chapter going. Ah, the joys of annoyingly short introductions. . . gawd, I love it! And as soon as school starts up again, I'll be writing more! HOORAY! Well, peace out!