Hey, Natchmo here. If youare a fan of Vegeta, a major fan, this story is not recommended for you. I honestly think it's a good story. If you do proceed to read it, then I am happy and hope to here from you.
Disclaimer: I own the idea, I do not own Dragonball Z, or anything pertaining to it. I think it is a waste of utter space, so this disclaimer goes for all of the coming chapters.
The Lost Souls
AFI
If you can't stand upon the water I will see you on the ocean floor. When you blink do you only find. The misery between the lines then take my hand and walk with me. Come to me your sanctuary. I'd gladly accept this gift that I've been granted. If you feel fine. Then give it just a little time I'm sure you'll contract my disease.Look what you've done to me now. You've made me perfect. Look what you've done to me now.If you can't stand upon the earth then I will see you on the other side. When you blink do you only find the misery weighs down your eyes then take my hand and sleep with me.Look what you've done to me now. You've made me perfect. Look what you've done to me now. Take my hand I'll be everything to you. Take my hand I'll take everything from you. I will I'll seep under your skin I will. I will I'll hold onto your heart I will.Look what you've done to me now. You've made me perfect. Look what you've done to me now. Look what you've done to me now. You've made me perfect. Look what you've done to me now.What have you done? What have you done? What have you done? What have you done?
CHAPTER ONE: THE LOST SOULS
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." he said, only to recieve a hard slap on the right side of his face.
"I'm tired of dealing with your shit, Vegeta. I've put up with it for the last time." she replied.
"Look, Goku tr-"
"So it's Goku's fault now? You're blaming Goku for your mistake?" she interrupted. Tears suddenly graced her angered face.
"Don't cry, baby."
"Don't call me baby anymore. We are over." she said as she turned and walked out on her boyfriend of six months. Even though it was only six months, she felt like she knew him forever. Those long walks on the beach, dates at a restaurant or to a movie, nights down by the creek, where it was just the two of them. They would watch the stars go by, a shooting star would dart the sky and they'd wish upon it the few times they saw it. Now she had thrown it all away just a few minutes ago. She left him standing on the porch of his house, storming to her own. Before she could hate herself for breaking up with him, she had to remember why she broke up with him.
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"Hey Vegeta." said a man of 17, Vegeta a year ahead of him.
"What do you want?"
"What's wrong?" he asked, sensing that his best friend was upset.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Is it Sheila? Let me guess, you like Bulma, but you like Sheila too, and you can't pick between the two. You love them both dearly, but-"
"Shut up. I get the point. That's exactly what's wrong with me. Can you help me?"
"You've been with Bulma, what? Six months? And you met Sheila at a football game three weeks ago.You need to dump Sheila before it gets worse, or tell Bulma before it's too late."
"I don't if I can."
"You have to."
A lot of minutes later, Vegeta sat at the couch in the living room of his house, his parents away. Many special moments happened (nothing past a long moment of tongue hockey) on this couch, but tonight would be far worse than he ever imagined. Instead of his beloved Bulma beside him, a woman with long black hair, her eyes done in dark eye shadow, it was her gothic appearance that attracted him in the first place. Moments passed, the two of them staring at each other with great romance, until finally they embraced in a game of tongue hockey (descriptions of make out sessions are very poor in the mind of the author). They only kissed for a few minutes, Vegeta's door had busted open, a very angry blue haired girl standing in the door way.
"I knew it. I knew all along that you were with this whore." she had said.
"Bulma..." he started. By this time, Sheila had left. The two supposed lovers spent the rest of the evening bickering, and it eventually led to Bulma storming out on him, breaking up with him.
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A tear slid down her face once more as she entered her bedroom door. she layed on her bed and buried her face in her pillow. She couldn't believe she broke up with her boyfriend of six months. She really loved him. She convinced herself that he would call at ten o'clock like he always did, and tell her all the nice things he thought about her. He would make plans for the weekend to come (if it were a weekday) or he would talk about the bitchy teachers they had (if it were the weekend). She did recieve a phone call at ten, and it was Vegeta.
"Hello?" she asked, wiping the tears away.
"Bulma, please don't hang up. I want to talk to you."
"I think I saw enough."
"It was wrong, and I shouldn't have, and I should have told you from the start."
"How long?"
"Three weeks. That's all. I can't believe that I threw it all away with you."
"Sucking up to me won't win me back. I want more than anything to go out with you again, but you cheated on me, and I don't know if what you're telling me is true. I don't believe you anymore."
"You have to believe me. I love you."
"I'm sure you do."
"Please tell me you love me." She was almost amazed. He sounded as if she hurt him.
"I can't. When you can prove to me that you mean what you say, then we'll talk."
"Tell me how. Tell me how I can make you believe me."
"When the time comes, you'll know." Bulma hung up, leaving him hanging.
"Stupid, you're so stupid Vegeta." he said to himself. "How could you hurt her like that?" He banged his fists on the coffee table. He layed his head in his hands, ready to rip the hairs out of his head. There was a knock at his door. He opened the door in hopes that it would be Bulma, ready to take him back, but it wasn't. It was Sheila.
"Hey there big man. I came back as soon as the tramp was gone."
"I can't see you anymore, Sheila."
"What?"
"You heard me. I can't see you anymore. I'm breaking up with you."
"You can't break up with me, I'm the prettiest woman in school."
"Get the fuck away from me. You've ruined my life."
"Ruined your life? You wrecked your love life yourself buddy, by letting me in it."
"I said get the fuck away from me."
"I will, and you'll be crawling back to me one day. Don't talk to me anymore." Vegeta felt a little better, at least he wasn't in love with two women now.
"It's that blue haired wench, isn't it?" she said at the door, while Vegeta's head was buried in his hands. He lifted his head, and seeing that she hadn't left, he shouted, "Get the fuck away!" And she finally left, leaving the man to himself. Suicide almost crossed his mind, but he wouldn't let the thought remain. He did feel like he had nothing to live for, but he also felt it was a long way to the end. He went to sleep on the couch, the couch that he had so many wonderful moments that never made it a bit too far.
He woke up the next day, his face wet with a mix of tears and sweat, he forgot to turn the air on, so it felt 90 degrees in his house. He ran his hand across his face, to wipe the wetness away. He showered and dressed in something different than what he once wore. He put on deodorant, and cologne, and combed his hair, and did everything else he had to do to get ready for a day at school. He hopped into his BMW and drove off to school. He drove down Ocean Avenue, and turned onto highway 11, which led to the intersection to the road that leads straight to West City High School. He came to the intersection, not even paying attention, and cut off a pickup truck turning onto the road. He parked at school, and entered his first period class without even waiting for the first bell. He laid his head down, and sobbed lightly so that no one would hear him. He had fixed his schedule so that he had every class with Bulma, and now that they weren't together anymore...
The first bell rang, Bulma walked in without Vegeta noticing. She was forced to sit beside Vegeta, that was her assigned seat. Vegeta's friend Goku sat in front of him, Bulma's friend Chi Chi sat in front of her. Bulma knew in her heart that poor Vegeta was sobbing, but every time her mind tried to forgive, her heart reminded her what had happened.
"You can't stay mad at him forever, Bulma."
"I can and I will, Chi Chi."
"He made a mistake, most guys do. It's only after they've realized what they have done that they noticed what they've truly fucked up." said Goku.
"I'm still not forgiving him."
"You have to, staying bitter at him will only make things worse."
"You don't know what he did to me!"
"Yes, I do. And it's happened to me a lot more than it should." said Chi Chi. "You should know how it feels. Remember Yamcha? You were with him forever it seemed, but he cheated on you and you broke up with him. He pleaded with you, and you loved him again. This went on forever until you realized things weren't getting better. Then you found Vegeta, and gave Yamcha a taste of his own medicine. He broke up with you, heartbroken, then immediately found someone else. Forgive Vegeta once more, and if it doesn't work out, there's always someone else out there." Bulma thought for a moment, then realized how stupid she was. She did the right thing, and she knew it, but she felt really bad. But she couldn't forgive him. She just couldn't do it. She layed her head down and went to sleep. The bell rang for the next class, she didn't even see Vegeta get up and walk out. When she made it to her next class, he was sitting up this time. The four friends had the same seating arrangement in this class as before, and it was the same with all classes. Goku tried to talk to Vegeta, but he wouldn't say anything back. He held something to himself in his hand, and didn't want anybody to see it.
"She's trying, Vegeta. You know that. You have to quit mourning. I'm sure things will work out for the both of you." Vegeta glanced at the object he was holding, then shoved it in his backpack. A single tear fell down his face.
Do you like it so far? Just wait until you see what's in store for you in the coming chapters.
Oh, and the object he was holding to his chest was a picture of Bulma.
