This is an EXTREME A/U. No super sayian, no nothing. This really has
nothing to do with DBZ at all; I'm only using its characters. If you don't
like guy/guy stories don't read this one.
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Week 1
Vegeta opened his eyes. The only thing he could see is, well… basically nothing. Darkness surrounded him and he was alone in what seemed like a dark empty well with a closed lid.
"Hello there, Vegeta!" said a voice.
"… What?! Who are you… how do you know my name…? Where am I??"
"In a coma."
Vegeta strained to summon up his memory; visions started to form inside his head. He was taking a walk one night to get away from what could barely be called a home when the dark clouds suddenly gathered up and rain started to pour. He hurried back, taking short cuts through dark alleys when he noticed a muffled scream. He followed the voice and saw a group of guys who had a girl cornered up in one of the dark alleyways. The last thing he could remember was beating up the bastards when all of a sudden what felt like a glass bottle was smashed into the back of his head.
"Those blasted bastards!! Why I…"
"Whoa, calm down, the girl is fine. Those good for nothings were caught by the police and sent to jail. Hahaha, you know she would have been just fine even if you didn't try to stop them. Those cops were near and would have gotten there in time anyway. Ironic isn't it?" The voice chuckled.
Vegeta paused. There was silence in the darkness.
"… Does this mean I'm dead?"
"No you silly! I told you already, you're in a coma. I guess that blow in your head chipped off a bit of your comprehension skills, didn't it?" the voice chirped.
Red shades of anger and embarrassment rushed up Vegeta's face. "Well if that's so then what the hell are you doing here in my coma??" Vegeta spat, "I don't need an idiot like you to inform me of these things. I'll be just fine by myself, and when I get the hell out of this hell hole coma crap, I'll track those bastards down and beat the shit out of them, then you, too!" Vegeta glared at his feet furiously.
'geeze, what a temper' thought the voice.
He looked at Vegeta and read through his memories like a book. After all that was what he does.
'Couldn't blame the guy though.' He thought, 'If I had to go through the crap he goes through I'd probably be worse.' Feeling kind of sorry for this poor guy, he decided to forgive him for his stinky attitude; he did have work to do.
"Please, don't mind me. I'm only here to find out some things about you and I would appreciate it if you would corporate…"
"I just want to be left alone."
"… I see, well my time here would be up soon anyway."
For a long time the voice did not speak. Vegeta soon started to regret telling the voice to leave but pride would not let him speak up again to request for company. He was sure the voice was gone anyway, and he fell into his own deep thoughts. Time passed painfully as he was alone in the darkness with no signs of an end to it, so he waited. Waited for to be awake, waited for a voice… waited in the silence.
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Goku got back from visiting a particularly unfriendly individual who was exceptionally calm about being in a coma. He shrugged off the thought of the spiky haired boy and took a look at the candles. His eyes wondered and fell sadly onto Vegeta's candle. It was obviously burning out and he probably wouldn't be able to wake up before his time in the world is over. 'beat the shit out of those bastards,' Goku chuckled, 'sorry boy but you wouldn't have the chance to do it.'
His particular job was, basically, to take care of humans' lives. He made sure no one dies unexpectedly and maybe add some years onto those who deserve a longer life, and take off some years of those who don't. He was allowed once a week to visit some people and decide which of the following he would do.
For some reason this next week passed by a little slower. Vegeta's voice was ringing inside his head, and he couldn't wait to find out more about the boy. Finally the rest of the week had passed and they would meet again.
Um… yea… this is the first chapter of the sad attempt of me trying to write something serious. Please have the heart to review and don't be too harsh on me -__- and I promise that it'll get a little more interesting later… this is kind of an introduction. This is going to be a rather depressing story so don't expect too much action out of it… and yea... that's basically it. Please excuse my poor grammar and spelling. If you want to read a less upsetting and more pointless (a LOT more pointless) fic please read my other one =D
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Week 1
Vegeta opened his eyes. The only thing he could see is, well… basically nothing. Darkness surrounded him and he was alone in what seemed like a dark empty well with a closed lid.
"Hello there, Vegeta!" said a voice.
"… What?! Who are you… how do you know my name…? Where am I??"
"In a coma."
Vegeta strained to summon up his memory; visions started to form inside his head. He was taking a walk one night to get away from what could barely be called a home when the dark clouds suddenly gathered up and rain started to pour. He hurried back, taking short cuts through dark alleys when he noticed a muffled scream. He followed the voice and saw a group of guys who had a girl cornered up in one of the dark alleyways. The last thing he could remember was beating up the bastards when all of a sudden what felt like a glass bottle was smashed into the back of his head.
"Those blasted bastards!! Why I…"
"Whoa, calm down, the girl is fine. Those good for nothings were caught by the police and sent to jail. Hahaha, you know she would have been just fine even if you didn't try to stop them. Those cops were near and would have gotten there in time anyway. Ironic isn't it?" The voice chuckled.
Vegeta paused. There was silence in the darkness.
"… Does this mean I'm dead?"
"No you silly! I told you already, you're in a coma. I guess that blow in your head chipped off a bit of your comprehension skills, didn't it?" the voice chirped.
Red shades of anger and embarrassment rushed up Vegeta's face. "Well if that's so then what the hell are you doing here in my coma??" Vegeta spat, "I don't need an idiot like you to inform me of these things. I'll be just fine by myself, and when I get the hell out of this hell hole coma crap, I'll track those bastards down and beat the shit out of them, then you, too!" Vegeta glared at his feet furiously.
'geeze, what a temper' thought the voice.
He looked at Vegeta and read through his memories like a book. After all that was what he does.
'Couldn't blame the guy though.' He thought, 'If I had to go through the crap he goes through I'd probably be worse.' Feeling kind of sorry for this poor guy, he decided to forgive him for his stinky attitude; he did have work to do.
"Please, don't mind me. I'm only here to find out some things about you and I would appreciate it if you would corporate…"
"I just want to be left alone."
"… I see, well my time here would be up soon anyway."
For a long time the voice did not speak. Vegeta soon started to regret telling the voice to leave but pride would not let him speak up again to request for company. He was sure the voice was gone anyway, and he fell into his own deep thoughts. Time passed painfully as he was alone in the darkness with no signs of an end to it, so he waited. Waited for to be awake, waited for a voice… waited in the silence.
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Goku got back from visiting a particularly unfriendly individual who was exceptionally calm about being in a coma. He shrugged off the thought of the spiky haired boy and took a look at the candles. His eyes wondered and fell sadly onto Vegeta's candle. It was obviously burning out and he probably wouldn't be able to wake up before his time in the world is over. 'beat the shit out of those bastards,' Goku chuckled, 'sorry boy but you wouldn't have the chance to do it.'
His particular job was, basically, to take care of humans' lives. He made sure no one dies unexpectedly and maybe add some years onto those who deserve a longer life, and take off some years of those who don't. He was allowed once a week to visit some people and decide which of the following he would do.
For some reason this next week passed by a little slower. Vegeta's voice was ringing inside his head, and he couldn't wait to find out more about the boy. Finally the rest of the week had passed and they would meet again.
Um… yea… this is the first chapter of the sad attempt of me trying to write something serious. Please have the heart to review and don't be too harsh on me -__- and I promise that it'll get a little more interesting later… this is kind of an introduction. This is going to be a rather depressing story so don't expect too much action out of it… and yea... that's basically it. Please excuse my poor grammar and spelling. If you want to read a less upsetting and more pointless (a LOT more pointless) fic please read my other one =D