A/N: Hey everybody! Thanks to everyone for the reviews and favorites of my last stories! I appreciate it so, so much! I'm trying something different here now. I've had a bunch of ideas for some song fics that I can't leave sitting in my head any longer! So this is going to be a series of one shot song fics. None of them will be connected (at least not yet) and will center around Vegeta in different times in his life, with of course the few I have ideas for that are Bulma/ Vegeta. I really hope everyone enjoys these and is able to picture the story with the songs like I do!
Also, there may be some formatting issues because my word processor is not the greatest, but hopefully I can get that fixed!
Without further ado, the first of the collection:
Song: Sigh No More, Mumford and Sons
Time: Mirai timeline, Vegeta's final thoughts as he lay dying on the battlefield.
Serve God, love me and mend
This is not the end
In my life I would have never guessed that this is how I would meet my end; by two androids, sent here to kill a man that is already dead. And here I was fighting for the sake of what? This god forsaken mud ball of a planet? For my pride as a warrior? No, those were not the things I was fighting for, I could care less about this planet or about my pride at this point, if I'm being honest with myself in what I'm sure are my last breaths.
I cough with the struggle it is to breath properly and I can feel myself slowly fading. No, I think to myself, it is not the planet or my pride that drove me out here today, and yesterday, as well as the days before to fight these machines. It's that blasted woman and her blasted child.
Lived unbruised,
we are friends
I never wanted this, any of this. I suppose that it has been a better existence than the life I led under Frieza's rule, but a woman, a brat, things I never intended on, and look now, I lay bloodied and dying. What was the point, the brat will never know me, and I don't know if I truly care, I know he will be better off being raised by the woman.
Bulma... I never intended this to be my fate, her fate... our sons. Our son, I never said that out loud, and even now I can't form the words to come out of my mouth, my throat thick with my own blood. I made it quite clear to the woman that I wanted no part in the child's life... if only she knew why I said the things I did, she never will.
And I'm sorry
I'm sorry
What a silly woman she was, a fool. Forming feelings for me, a ruthless killer. I wonder her reaction when she finds out I've fallen, the man she thought was so strong and put so much blind faith in. Will she cry? Will she care?
My chest clenches slightly at the thought and it's getting so foggy that I'm not sure whether it is because I worry of her reaction, of the brat? Or because one of my lungs is finally giving out with my struggle to breath. If only she knew that I lie here like a fool, thinking of her, she would never let me live it down.
Sigh no more, no more
One foot in sea, one on shore
I never had to ask if she understood. I knew that she accepted my behavior, she knew enough to understand the way I was. I was evil once, I still am, in fact, I'm certain that when I face my deeds on the other side that I will be sent straight to hell.
But she knew, she knew I could never be the man she wanted me to be, not now.
My heart was never pure
You know me
You know me
I'm certain that this short time I spent on this planet, as much as I hate to admit it, even if only to myself, even as I lay here dying, were the closest thing to any sort of peace that I have ever and will ever experience.
A part of me, in my pre death insanity, can't help but wish for a chance to continue that life, as boring and mundane as it had been in peace. But I am only used to war and destruction. I wonder partly if peace would have been something I could have become accustomed to. But then again, peace wasn't quite the word I would have used to describe living with Bulma, I feel a slight smirk tug at the corner of my lips at this thought.
But man is a giddy thing
Oh man is a giddy thing
Oh man is a giddy thing
Oh man is a giddy thing
I can still hear her words before I left her bed this morning to war with the androids. She told me that she loved me. I let the words sink in quickly, feeling uncomfortable and irritated by her sentiment. Feeling it made me a weak man to recieve such affections from a woman. I laughed with no humor and told her love was for the weak.
She told me that I was wrong. One day I would realize that love would make stronger, she said. Again I laughed at her stupidity, deep down feeling uncomfortable by the situation and leaving in haste for battle.
Love, it will not betray you
Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be
Now I find myself wondering if she was right. Would have I been a stronger man? I never wanted to let her love me, I never wanted to love her, but in these final moments I can't help but think that maybe one day I could have.
I know that even if I had continued to live I probably would have never been able to say the words aloud, but as much as I hate to admit, that woman was smart, she would have known.
There is a design, an alignment to cry
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be
So distracted by my wandering thoughts and focusing on breathing even though I know that death is inevitable, I fail to notice that I'm being carried through the air. I move my eyes to see where I am going, who is taking me, and I see that it is Kakarot's brat, also bloodied from the battle.
I try to focus on the air surrounding me, willing it to fill my lungs as it becomes more of a task to breathe. I suspect that he is taking me to Capsule Corp, the place that has been my home for the past three years, and I know Bulma will be there waiting.
Love, it will not betray you
Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be
I find myself trying even harder to stay alive. I feel that I need to see this woman one more time before I leave this earth. The desire to see her face one more time is becoming overwhelming and I feel myself begin to panic with the attempts to stay alive.
I hear words, coming from Gohan I assume, but I can't make out what he is saying. I move my eyes again to look at his face and see him looking down at me, mouth moving with speech that I cannot understand. I see his face drift in and out of my cloudy eyes and feel my eyes begin to close.
There is a design, an alignment to cry
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be
No! I force my eyes back open and see that Gohan is looking straight ahead now, focused on the task of getting us back to Capsule Corp, to some form of safety. As I look at him I realize that it will be him that trains my son in my stead. He needs to stay alive for the sake of my son.
I use all the power I have to reach out to grab him by his collar. I manage only a pathetic swipe at one of his arms and I see him look down at me. The attempt I make to speak comes out mostly as gurgles of the blood still thick in my throat and I cough with the effort. I see him speaking, presumably telling me to save my strength, still holding onto a false hope that getting me back to Capsule Corp will somehow save my life, but I know better so I try again.
Love, it will not betray you
Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be
This time I'm not sure what coherent words came out of my mouth but by the expression on his face and the nod of his head, I know that what I said made sense to him, and I feel a contentment come over me. The exertion in my final words however, have drained me even more than I thought was possible at this point and I feel the darkness taking over.
I push it away as much as I can as I vaguely see the familiar building that we're touching down at. When I open my eyes again I can see the living area, toys surrounding the spot in which Gohan has set me down. I can't move my head to look around any further but I can feel the small vibrations in the floor of small feet headed toward me and then a whir of blue in my eyes. I feel frantic hands on my face, the blue whir the woman's hair hanging over her shoulders as her face comes into focus for me. Her mouth moving frantically, I see she is saying my name, I wish I could hear my name come out of her mouth just once more. She has tears falling down her face, and I feel that all too familiar pain in my chest, I hate when she cries. And then the blur is back, fading faster and faster. The feeling of her hands becoming nothing. Then it's all gone, there is black, and I feel my chest heave out once more and then...
And there is a design, an alignment to cry
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be
Well there's the first one! I hope everyone enjoyed and comes back for more!
I know that it may seem like Vegeta is OOC in this, but I honestly feel that these thoughts would be normal for someone who lay dying on a battle field, even if that someone is Vegeta.
Review please! =)