Disclaimer: I don't own anything here. Not a thing. Well . . . except
maybe a few words here and there. And some strawberries . . . wow, those
were some GOOD strawberries . . .
A/N: Yet another Goku/Veggie fic! Whoo! They're kinda OOC at the beginning (especially Goku) but hopefully they'll get more IC as the story goes along. Trunks makes a cameo appearance cause he rules, and I HAD to have him in here. He actually adds to the whole "plot development" thing! w00t!
Since it's an AU fic, here are some things to keep in mind
Ages:
Goku- 20
Trunks- 18
Vegeta- 18
- Goku and Gohan are brothers
- Vegeta is in high school, but Goku has already graduated and lives on his own
Warning: There's no sex or anything (the world would most certainly erupt into chaos if I attempted a lemon), but this does contain shounen-ai. If you don't like that, don't read this.
That being said, I hope you enjoy!
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The cemetery was still dark when a young man walked down its dirt path, carrying a small bouquet of white flowers. The soft padding of his dark shoes upon the soft ground was the only sound that even his keen sense of hearing could pick up. His somber black suit greatly contrasted his wild, almost playful spikes of hair that were in a constant state of disarray . . . even for such an occasion as this.
Soon a familiar large tree came into view, its branches giving the illusion of reaching out in a protective manner over several headstones – much like a mother watching over her children. During the day its abundant leaves provided shade, but at 5 in the morning it just added to the tranquil scenery.
He approached one of the headstones and kneeled on the cold grass to lay the flowers down. The young man remained in that position as he stared blankly at the pale grey slab of granite before him. All his emotions could be seen in his obsidian eyes, which were hidden behind black reflective sunglasses.
A single tear made its way out from under the lenses, sliding down his cheek leaving a trail of wetness behind it. He made no move to wipe it away . . . indeed, he didn't move at all. The one tear was followed by another, and then another. Suddenly a choked sob broke the silence, as he leaned forward and rested his forehead on the smooth rock.
"I'm sorry," he managed to gasp out between deep shuddering breaths. "I'm s-so sorry . . . It wasn't supposed to end that way . . . "
A/N: Yet another Goku/Veggie fic! Whoo! They're kinda OOC at the beginning (especially Goku) but hopefully they'll get more IC as the story goes along. Trunks makes a cameo appearance cause he rules, and I HAD to have him in here. He actually adds to the whole "plot development" thing! w00t!
Since it's an AU fic, here are some things to keep in mind
Ages:
Goku- 20
Trunks- 18
Vegeta- 18
- Goku and Gohan are brothers
- Vegeta is in high school, but Goku has already graduated and lives on his own
Warning: There's no sex or anything (the world would most certainly erupt into chaos if I attempted a lemon), but this does contain shounen-ai. If you don't like that, don't read this.
That being said, I hope you enjoy!
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The cemetery was still dark when a young man walked down its dirt path, carrying a small bouquet of white flowers. The soft padding of his dark shoes upon the soft ground was the only sound that even his keen sense of hearing could pick up. His somber black suit greatly contrasted his wild, almost playful spikes of hair that were in a constant state of disarray . . . even for such an occasion as this.
Soon a familiar large tree came into view, its branches giving the illusion of reaching out in a protective manner over several headstones – much like a mother watching over her children. During the day its abundant leaves provided shade, but at 5 in the morning it just added to the tranquil scenery.
He approached one of the headstones and kneeled on the cold grass to lay the flowers down. The young man remained in that position as he stared blankly at the pale grey slab of granite before him. All his emotions could be seen in his obsidian eyes, which were hidden behind black reflective sunglasses.
A single tear made its way out from under the lenses, sliding down his cheek leaving a trail of wetness behind it. He made no move to wipe it away . . . indeed, he didn't move at all. The one tear was followed by another, and then another. Suddenly a choked sob broke the silence, as he leaned forward and rested his forehead on the smooth rock.
"I'm sorry," he managed to gasp out between deep shuddering breaths. "I'm s-so sorry . . . It wasn't supposed to end that way . . . "