An Unwanted Interruption
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The uncomfortable wooden backs of the pews dug into his spine and made him twtich in pain. Bulma put a resting hand on his and tried to stop him from squirming so much. Honestly, if he could take a punch going a thousand miles per hour, then he could handle a church seat.
Vegeta tried to concentrate as well as everyone else but when i came to saying vows, he just wanted them to get it over with.
White lilys and roses spilled from every corner and step. Stained glass poured onto the tiles of the floors to cast a lovesick pattern on each square. Right in the middle of this perfection stood two perfect couples. Gohan and Videl never stirred away from each others eyes as they read off everything they promised to do for the rest of their lives.
They take so long to say each...and...every...word, Vegeta thought to himself. He looked around the church to find out how the other guests were concentrating so well. Not to his surprise, some had taken the ceremony lightly and fell asleep in the middle of one of the priest's monotonous speeches...Goku.
When Vegeta turned his attention back to the couple, Videl hadn't even spoken a word of her vows yet. Didn't they know how precious time was? He went back to his thoughts.
If I had that much time, who knows how much I could've gotten out. He had that chance before. Still, I remember how much time i wasted on going as slow as they did...not knowing that one day...time would be up
He rested his spine back down on the wooden spikes of the pew. His head turned to his one and only, Bulma. Yet, as one might've thought, he wasn't thinking of her at all.
I never told her all I wanted to say.
What use was it to think of the past? As he stared into the sunkissed faces of Gohan and Videl, he reminded himself that his new life was what mattered. To everyone he knew on Earth, this was his only home and the only friends he had ever known.
Vegeta's old life was faceless; with no name, and with no importance. They didn't know her name, they didn't know her appearence, they didn't know how happy he was with her before his old self died. They abandoned the fact that Vegeta had the capability to love before Bulma.
She was part of a huge secret that they would never know. His thoughts cast her away. That memory had nothing to do with this current problem.
A sudden flick of his finger occured and he started tapping on the wood rapidly. He wasn't anxious to get the vows over with, Vegeta, actually didn't know of this strange spasm.
"Vegeta! Stop it!" Bulma hissed through her sealed lips.
He slapped his other hand on his shaking one, but to his surprise, his other arm started to shake as well. He stuffed his hands into his pocket but he could still feel the rattle under the inside velvet.
"Dad, are you ok?" Trunks whispered from his right side. "Your elbow keeps hitting me."
Vegeta moved over towards Bulma a bit just to make his son happy until a bolt of lightning ran through him.
He gave a quick gasp and clutched his chest. The feeling of large steak knife tearing through his flesh caught him off gaurd. Trunks put a hand on his back as Vegta lurched over in pain. Bulma saw him from the corner of her eye.
"Hun, hun, what's wrong?" she asked as quiet as possible. After all, this was the most important part of the wedding.
"I do," Videl said sweetly through her suger lips. Gohan couldn't help but smile with astonishment that she would actually see him through. The preist took another long, unnecessary pause and then parted his lips to speak.
"If anyone knows of a reason why these two should not be wed, speak now, or forever hold your peace."
The knife just broke through the skin in his back and the pain entered his entire body. The blood running through his veins suddenly resembled that of tiny needles scraping the inside of his flesh. He had to get out of there before he could ruin their utter perfection.
Vegeta jerked up from his seat while the peace was held throughout he entire audience. Gohan couldn't help but glare at the imposer of his wedding. But as he saw who it was, the searing rage in the back of his mind asked a thousand questions of why.
After a while of others glaring at him, Vegeta finally broke from his painful halt and walked solmnly out of the church. Eyes wandered out with him. It was strange how when he just started up walking, he acted and seemed, like nothing was wrong at all.
"Wow what a dick!" you could hear Yamcha's voice from across the room.
Goku woke with a start. "WOH! WHAT? what's going on? where am i? oh...Happy Birthday Gohan!"
Vegeta sought refuge in the best men's restroom where he had been before. Out of his mouth spewed a layer of green slime and chunks that were unidentifiable. It wasn't that he had too much to drink. Something was terribly wrong. Countless times, he denied what he knew was absolutly right.
He manged to find the strength to twist the sink knobs and wash down the vomit with water; but the liquid that came out before he reached the sink, had burned a hole through the wine-red carpet and lit a stream of smoke from where it lied.
Yes, he was right. What came out was a mixture of acid and blood. Exactly what the veins, of his monster-like self, were made of.
Goku's blood wasn't like that, nor Trunks', Goten's, or Gohan's.
"So when are you going to stop all of this?" A deep voice came from behind him but he couldn't stand up to see who it was. He reasoned that it was his subconcious talking to him again.
Just then, the figure of the shadows stepped out and revealed his green skin.
Great...the Namek...
"I'm busy, you god damned chode." Vegeta gurgled under his breath.
"I can see that." Piccolo almost chuckled. "How mush worse has it gotten? Two times a day? Five times a day? Those shots aren't going to stop this, you know."
Vegeta lifted himself up and used the porcelin sink as a crutch.
"What the HELL do U know?" he tried to put up his touch act.
"About you? ALOT! But what is one person?" Piccolo scoffed back.
"Who cares if anyone knows? What are you going to do about it? What is ANYONE going to do about it if they know? The only way that knowledge could ever help someone is if they knew when I was going to hurl so they can take a step back!"
"Vegeta, the only reason I can to you is to remind you that you have to tell them soon!"
"Why?!"
"Because...you're dying."
A slight pause came with those last few words. Vegeta hardly had the strength to left his eyes to meet the Namek's. He lowered his head and leaned a little more onto the sink. With a soft, stubborn sigh, he spoke again.
"...No...no i'm not."
His weak attitude was so pathetic that Piccolo actually felt a ray of compassion hit him. He took a step closer to his 'friend' and tried to stare him down with all seriousness.
"Well, I'm no scientist," he said plainly as he could. "But i can tell when someone's life is being stripped away from them."
Vegeta still shook his head slowly. "No...no..." he whispered to himself.
Piccolo tried a different apparoch. "Wouldn't it at least be nice for them to know that there used to be a different side of you? Hell, you just walked out of a sacred ceremony. You can't deny that a lot of the Z team thinks you are the biggest dick in the world!"
"I know, I heard it as i was coming out." Vegeta pivited around to face the mirror. Another constant reminder of his past besides Piccolo always nitpicking at his side. He could see the reflection of the Namek staring back at him.
"There used to be another man in that mirror," Piccolo said sternly. "And still, no one knows about him, not even your family!"
"Oh, cause that's a good idea!" Vegeta snapped. "Hey kids! You're father's a fake! Why don't you give him a hug?! I can't do that! They know me now."
"They know you as a blood-thirsty monster who followed Freeza around and took the organs out of anyone that looked at you wrong!"
"They accepted him didn't they?"
Piccolo had nothing to say. Vegeta went on.
"Who is to say that the man before Freeza was any better?"
Vegeta thought that he had finally snatched all remarks away from the smart-assed Namek. How could that green son of a slug still find ways to make him tick?
"He was kinder..." Piccolo added. "And he would never hurt anybody...and..." It was hard for Piccolo to use sentimentle words, especially in front of the Prince. "And...he could love..."
Vegeta cocked his head to look at him from the corner on his eye.
"Stop living in the past, Namek," he spat coldly. "Freeza destroyed him a long time ago, and made me...into the man I today. I said those exact words to everyone a long time ago."
Vegeta slipped out from the conversation's grip and swung the door out for him to escape. The bathroom door shut and Piccolo eyed the swinging door just incase he came back. Just as if Vegeta were still there, Piccolo spoke.
"Yeah, but no one knew you were literal about it."
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