Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the characters. If I did this fic wouldn't
be here and Vegeta would be locked away in my closet.. @_@. this fic was
written while I was wallowing in self pity.V.V.any who! Plz review! And I'm
ready for your flames * grabs near by bucket of water * bring it on!! Now
on with the warnings!!
/ ./ is thoughts
"." is speaking.duh!
Warnings: slight yaoi.at least its implied later. gk x vg don't complain about the pairings just complain about my writing talents. angst, depression, fluff ( at least in my opinion ) now to the fic!!!
Rain was lashing at the window at capsule corp. Alone in the room sat the curled up saiyajin no ouji. His hair down and in his eyes- not spiked up like it normally is. Black spandex that is all too revealing was tightly fitted against his skin. He, however, was not wearing his usual smirk and cold closed off eyes, instead silent tears pour down his face as the lightning out and some light to his deathly pale skin. He hasn't been doing so well for the last few months. Hasn't trained. Hasn't eaten enough food. Won't talk to anyone. Just stays in his room and cries about things that he won't share.
Out side the room stood his ex-mate. Her blue eyes were showing her obvious concern for the ouji. She knew full well what Vegeta was doing in his room. Tears fell down her cheeks as she thought about how he used to be compared to now. Prideful, rude, and at least came out of that room. Now he is just a shadow of what he once was. Thin, pale, cried. the list went on but she preferred not to think about that. Sighing she left to speak to her son.
When she found him he was sitting at the dinner table, purple hair grown out and in his face as he thought about his father and how he has been as of recently. Walking over to him she put her hand on her sons shoulder.
"Trunks?"
"How is he?"
she sighs "He gets worse every day. this is the third time that he has rejected food today."
" Mom.?"
" There's nothing we can do honey. but hope he comes out of it.and soon."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
As the storm cleared and gave way to a starlit ebony night the lone prince stood at his window with reddened eyes from lost tears.
"Kakarot . you left me. without your stupid baka grin. there's no reason to do anything."
As he looked up at the moonless sky he couldn't help but notice how similar he and it where.
"I never noticed how much the same the night and I are. back.void of everything.alone. "
Sighing he left the window and the midnight sky to go back to his bed and again make a attempt at sleep.
" Ever sense you left Kakarot everything about me changed. I don't do anything like I used to. it all reminds me of you."
"You just had to leave me. didn't you Kakarot?"
he then waited in silence almost waiting for an answer.
"Your gone and I'm the real baka for missing you and doing this to myself."
he sat on the bed and looked at his bandaged wrists. The stinging pain from the knife still lingered and he flinched as he remembered how Bulma yelled at him for doing such a thing to himself.
"They stoped me again. that onna and that brat.why don't they understand that I would be happier dead then living this fruitless and empty life?"
he fell backwards onto the bed and sighed while staring at the ceiling fan go around in slow circles.
"I would rather be dead and in hell then here. that way Freeza or Cell would take their anger out at me for their deaths. and then I would be able to be so pre occupied with the pain that I might forget all about you and everything that you did to me."
with that Vegeta fell into a restless slumber.
/ ./ is thoughts
"." is speaking.duh!
Warnings: slight yaoi.at least its implied later. gk x vg don't complain about the pairings just complain about my writing talents. angst, depression, fluff ( at least in my opinion ) now to the fic!!!
Rain was lashing at the window at capsule corp. Alone in the room sat the curled up saiyajin no ouji. His hair down and in his eyes- not spiked up like it normally is. Black spandex that is all too revealing was tightly fitted against his skin. He, however, was not wearing his usual smirk and cold closed off eyes, instead silent tears pour down his face as the lightning out and some light to his deathly pale skin. He hasn't been doing so well for the last few months. Hasn't trained. Hasn't eaten enough food. Won't talk to anyone. Just stays in his room and cries about things that he won't share.
Out side the room stood his ex-mate. Her blue eyes were showing her obvious concern for the ouji. She knew full well what Vegeta was doing in his room. Tears fell down her cheeks as she thought about how he used to be compared to now. Prideful, rude, and at least came out of that room. Now he is just a shadow of what he once was. Thin, pale, cried. the list went on but she preferred not to think about that. Sighing she left to speak to her son.
When she found him he was sitting at the dinner table, purple hair grown out and in his face as he thought about his father and how he has been as of recently. Walking over to him she put her hand on her sons shoulder.
"Trunks?"
"How is he?"
she sighs "He gets worse every day. this is the third time that he has rejected food today."
" Mom.?"
" There's nothing we can do honey. but hope he comes out of it.and soon."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
As the storm cleared and gave way to a starlit ebony night the lone prince stood at his window with reddened eyes from lost tears.
"Kakarot . you left me. without your stupid baka grin. there's no reason to do anything."
As he looked up at the moonless sky he couldn't help but notice how similar he and it where.
"I never noticed how much the same the night and I are. back.void of everything.alone. "
Sighing he left the window and the midnight sky to go back to his bed and again make a attempt at sleep.
" Ever sense you left Kakarot everything about me changed. I don't do anything like I used to. it all reminds me of you."
"You just had to leave me. didn't you Kakarot?"
he then waited in silence almost waiting for an answer.
"Your gone and I'm the real baka for missing you and doing this to myself."
he sat on the bed and looked at his bandaged wrists. The stinging pain from the knife still lingered and he flinched as he remembered how Bulma yelled at him for doing such a thing to himself.
"They stoped me again. that onna and that brat.why don't they understand that I would be happier dead then living this fruitless and empty life?"
he fell backwards onto the bed and sighed while staring at the ceiling fan go around in slow circles.
"I would rather be dead and in hell then here. that way Freeza or Cell would take their anger out at me for their deaths. and then I would be able to be so pre occupied with the pain that I might forget all about you and everything that you did to me."
with that Vegeta fell into a restless slumber.