Maria: ok, hi. This is the sequel to 3rd degree burns. Um...when I wrote
this I totally forgot that when they died, they went to Otherworld, so
Vegeta's kinda a ghost...so...yea, read and find out how it ends! Also, I
don't own DBZ and other stuff. Btw, megan is my friend from school.
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Vegeta opened his eyes. 'Where am I?', he thought. All he could see was blackness. He tried to move his arms and legs, but he couldn't even feel them. 'What's going on?' he asked himself. He tried, desperately, to sit up, but he failed. His heart was racing, and he was getting panicky.
Then it came to him. He had died saving someone's life. Raiko's life. His love's life. He could almost see her, with her long, black hair and blue eyes, clear as day, smiling at him. Laughing. He sighed, wondering what she was doing.
As if he had pressed a button, he found himself in her room. He also found that he could move again. Vegeta looked around, seeing nothing interesting, until he came to the window. There sat Raiko, still in her pajamas, her hair a mess and tears streaming down her face. She was looking at a picture that she held in her hands. Vegeta walked over to her and looked at the picture. It was a picture of him, smirking at the camera. Raiko was next to him, her arm in his.
A memory of when the picture was taken came to him. It was at the beach; they were just goofing off, alone, and Goku had snuck up to take a picture. They had noticed, though, so they posed for him. Vegeta smiled. Those were the days.
He turned his attention back to Raiko. She had pressed the photo to her chest, and her head was resting on the table in front of her. As if it was a reflex, Vegeta reached out and touched her shoulder. But his hand just passed through. He jerked his hand back, startled. 'I guess it's just one thing about being...dead,' he thought, looking mournfully at Raiko.
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Vegeta opened his eyes. 'Where am I?', he thought. All he could see was blackness. He tried to move his arms and legs, but he couldn't even feel them. 'What's going on?' he asked himself. He tried, desperately, to sit up, but he failed. His heart was racing, and he was getting panicky.
Then it came to him. He had died saving someone's life. Raiko's life. His love's life. He could almost see her, with her long, black hair and blue eyes, clear as day, smiling at him. Laughing. He sighed, wondering what she was doing.
As if he had pressed a button, he found himself in her room. He also found that he could move again. Vegeta looked around, seeing nothing interesting, until he came to the window. There sat Raiko, still in her pajamas, her hair a mess and tears streaming down her face. She was looking at a picture that she held in her hands. Vegeta walked over to her and looked at the picture. It was a picture of him, smirking at the camera. Raiko was next to him, her arm in his.
A memory of when the picture was taken came to him. It was at the beach; they were just goofing off, alone, and Goku had snuck up to take a picture. They had noticed, though, so they posed for him. Vegeta smiled. Those were the days.
He turned his attention back to Raiko. She had pressed the photo to her chest, and her head was resting on the table in front of her. As if it was a reflex, Vegeta reached out and touched her shoulder. But his hand just passed through. He jerked his hand back, startled. 'I guess it's just one thing about being...dead,' he thought, looking mournfully at Raiko.