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Serokuri, and Serakusa, so please don't use them with out my permission!!*
An Opposite Future: An Alternate Love
Chapter 3: Heart and Soul Ripped Apart
Veracia screamed inside her head, running through the forest faster now, anger, sadness, and loneliness mixing together, confusion taking over.
What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams, I can't stop thinking about what life would be like without him.
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening? I love him...but Father will never let us be together!
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin, I
I make the right moves but I'm lost within.
I put on my daily façade but then, I
I just end up getting hurt again.
By myself (Myself)
I ask why, but in my mind,
I find I can't rely on myself. I
I can't hold on, I
To what I want when I'm stretched so thin.
It's all too much to take in.
I can't hold on, I
To anything watching everything spin. I
With thoughts of failure sinking in.
If I turn my back I'm defenseless,
And to go blindly seems senseless.
If I hide my pride and let it all go on,
Then they'll take from me 'till everything is gone.
If I let them go I'll be outdone,
But if I try to catch them I'll be outrun.
If I'm killed by the questions like a cancer, I can't take what he'll say!
Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer. I can't live with his choice!
(By myself) I
How do you think I've lost so much, I
I'm so afraid, I'm out of touch. I
How do you expect I will know what to do,
When all I know is what you tell me to. I can only do what Father tells me!
Don't you know,
I can't tell you how to make it go. I
No matter what I do, how hard I try,
I can't seem to convince myself why. I can't convince Father to let me love him.
I'm stuck on the outside. I'll be stuck out of reach of Gohan forever!....
***
She was running blindly, tree branches whipping across her face, blood streaming down, running into her eyes, pouring over her lips. She ran onward until she reached the small clearing in the forest that her and Gohan had been in the night before.
She was torn and bloody now, her pants and shirt ripped to shreds, her face sliced open and bleeding badly. She left a trail of blood on the high grasses as she made her way to the center of the field, and collapsed.
I put on my daily facade but then...I just end up getting hurt again...By myself...I'm stuck on the outside...God help me, I'm lost again...Inside myself...I don't know what to do, what to think...By myself...I love him....
And then the beautiful spring day faded to black.
***
"Veracia!" Gohan called out into the forest. He had leapt out the window only seconds after she had, but since she was half Saiyan, as well as he, she ran through the woods just as fast as he was. He knew he wouldn't be able to spot her through the thick canopy, so he decided to look for her on foot instead of flying. "Veracia!" he called out, yet again. Gohan yelled at Vegeta inside his head, as he frantically pushed back branches, trying desperately to find Veracia, and then a thought struck him. So Gohan took off, flying through the tree tops into the open air at full speed, almost blowing apart the trees in the process. He was so infuriated by Vegeta's lack of love for his one and only daughter that he had gone Super Saiyan with out even realizing it. His blood felt as hot as liquid metal as it pumped through his veins, enraged by Vegeta's stupidity, until the fire that raged inside him cooled, as he found Veracia, a bloody, mangled mess, in the grass in the meadow below. He could see where she had ventured out of the woods and into the middle of the field, the path marked by her blood.
He quickly flew down to her side, and pushed some bloody, tangled pieces of hair away from her face. He knelt down beside her and lifted her up into his arms. It was only then that he noticed the extent of her injuries, her left foot was twisted in as odd direction and the back of what was left of her shirt was soaked with blood. Where she had laid, blood soaked the ground and dyed the grasses red. A tear rolled off his cheek and landed on hers, washing some of the blood away as it trickled down, but when it rolled off her cheek, it was not clear, but almost as red as blood itself, as it was whisked away by the wind when Gohan took off towards Bulma's house. She was the best doctor he knew, and the one he trusted the most. He held Veracia close as he flew as fast as he could to Capsule Corp. By the time he arrived, his shirt was soaked by Veracia's blood, but what he couldn't understand was how she could've been hurt so badly by mere branches. She was, after all, half Saiyan.
Gohan was misty eyed as he rang the door bell of Bulma's and Trunks' home. Trunks was the one to open the door, not the person Gohan really wanted to see right now.
"Oh, hello Gohan. What's...," he stopped dead in his sentence as he noticed the reason why Gohan had decided to come over. He started to shake as he noticed the full damage Veracia had absorbed.
"Trunks, go get your mother." Trunks nodded and turned around slowly, then ran off in the direction of Bulma.
"Hey Trunks, what's up?" Bulma asked Trunks casually as he entered the room where she was working on her new invention.
"Mom, we have a problem, it's Veracia," Trunks barely managed to get out.
"What do you mean Trunks?" Bulma asked him, now a worried look on her face.
Trunks made a motion for her to follow him, so she dropped the wrench she had been holding and quickly followed Trunks to the front door, where she saw the little-recognizable Veracia.
"Oh my God...Gohan! What happened to her?!" Bulma asked Gohan after she had frantically ran to the worried young man that stood before her.
"I don't know...One moment she was fine, sitting right next to me...The next second she was crying and running off into the woods...When I found her, she was like this...I-I didn't know what to do, so I thought I'd bring her here...If I brought her to the hospital, there would be a lot of suspicion, so I brought her here to you Bulma, to see what you could do...," Gohan said, trying to hold back tears.
"Bring her this way Gohan, follow me," Bulma said as she led Gohan to the medical facility part of Capsule Corp. "Lay her down on the examination table, so I can see the full extent of her injuries."
Gohan gently placed Veracia on the metal table, Trunks watching from a distance. Trunks thought.
Bulma put on a pair of rubber doctor's gloves and grabbed a tub full of water and a syringe, to rinse the blood off of Veracia. Soon they could see the full extent of her wounds. The left side of her face was sliced open and only now starting to stop bleeding, along with some other minor cuts on the right side. From what they could see, her left ankle was badly broken and her arms and legs were covered in abrasions and muscle deep wounds. Her feet were shredded, since she had had on only socks, which there was no sign of now.
Bulma began to rinse out some of the deep wounds with antiseptic through a syringe so she could later stitch them shut. Veracia began to wake as Bulma was cleaning out one of the deeper gashes on her right leg.
"Huh? What-What's going on?" Veracia said as she tried to sit up, but then fell back down, grabbing her head. "Ahhh...What happened?...I feel like I ran into a tree...and the tree won."
"Pretty close," said Bulma, managing a smile.
"What??" Veracia asked, now confused more than before.
"You ran off through the forest Veracia...And when I found you...," began Gohan, looking away.
A wave of pain, both emotional and physical, spread like a rushing torrent through her body. She trembled at the shock it gave her, she hadn't expected it to be this bad. I she thought to herself. She lifted her hand to her cheek and felt the long gash down her face. she thought, as the tears welled up in her eyes and soon overflowed to stream down her cheeks. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at any of them. I love him...but there's something wrong deep inside me..like a hot poker driven though my heart...I don't know what to do...What should I do? What can I do? She thought as she faded back into unconsciousness, the black creeping back over her, her body going limp once again.
"Poor child," Bulma said, almost on the verge on tears.
"It's not her fault," Gohan said, tears of anger in his eyes. "If Vegeta had taken better care of her, this would've never happened!" Gohan started flashing between super saiyan and his normal self.
"What?!" Bulma asked, nearly dropping the syringe. "Vegeta is her father?! No wonder! The poor girl. It's a shame someone as kind and loving as her was born into the hands of such an idiot..Such a-a monster...Why I'd like to...!" and then she broke off, and the glass syringe broke in her hand as she clenched her fist. "Ah!" she screamed in surprise, as a piece of glass cut through the glove and imbedded itself in the flesh of her hand. Biting her lower lip, she pulled the piece of glass out of her hand and quickly discarded it in a medical waste basket.
She then flushed out her hand with antiseptic, made sure there was no more glass stuck in it, smeared some ointment on it, and wrapped it in some gauze.
After she put on a new set of rubber gloves, she threaded a sterile needle, and began to sew up the deep wound in Veracia's leg.
***
A/N: And that's it for Chapter 3, revised edition! I didn't realize there were that many mistakes, and sorry for all the awkward wording and grammer, but I hope you liked it anyway! Now I must revise Chapter 4! C ya! (oh, and REVIEW!!...please?....Thanks!)
An Opposite Future: An Alternate Love
Chapter 3: Heart and Soul Ripped Apart
Veracia screamed inside her head, running through the forest faster now, anger, sadness, and loneliness mixing together, confusion taking over.
What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams, I can't stop thinking about what life would be like without him.
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening? I love him...but Father will never let us be together!
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin, I
I make the right moves but I'm lost within.
I put on my daily façade but then, I
I just end up getting hurt again.
By myself (Myself)
I ask why, but in my mind,
I find I can't rely on myself. I
I can't hold on, I
To what I want when I'm stretched so thin.
It's all too much to take in.
I can't hold on, I
To anything watching everything spin. I
With thoughts of failure sinking in.
If I turn my back I'm defenseless,
And to go blindly seems senseless.
If I hide my pride and let it all go on,
Then they'll take from me 'till everything is gone.
If I let them go I'll be outdone,
But if I try to catch them I'll be outrun.
If I'm killed by the questions like a cancer, I can't take what he'll say!
Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer. I can't live with his choice!
(By myself) I
How do you think I've lost so much, I
I'm so afraid, I'm out of touch. I
How do you expect I will know what to do,
When all I know is what you tell me to. I can only do what Father tells me!
Don't you know,
I can't tell you how to make it go. I
No matter what I do, how hard I try,
I can't seem to convince myself why. I can't convince Father to let me love him.
I'm stuck on the outside. I'll be stuck out of reach of Gohan forever!....
***
She was running blindly, tree branches whipping across her face, blood streaming down, running into her eyes, pouring over her lips. She ran onward until she reached the small clearing in the forest that her and Gohan had been in the night before.
She was torn and bloody now, her pants and shirt ripped to shreds, her face sliced open and bleeding badly. She left a trail of blood on the high grasses as she made her way to the center of the field, and collapsed.
I put on my daily facade but then...I just end up getting hurt again...By myself...I'm stuck on the outside...God help me, I'm lost again...Inside myself...I don't know what to do, what to think...By myself...I love him....
And then the beautiful spring day faded to black.
***
"Veracia!" Gohan called out into the forest. He had leapt out the window only seconds after she had, but since she was half Saiyan, as well as he, she ran through the woods just as fast as he was. He knew he wouldn't be able to spot her through the thick canopy, so he decided to look for her on foot instead of flying. "Veracia!" he called out, yet again. Gohan yelled at Vegeta inside his head, as he frantically pushed back branches, trying desperately to find Veracia, and then a thought struck him. So Gohan took off, flying through the tree tops into the open air at full speed, almost blowing apart the trees in the process. He was so infuriated by Vegeta's lack of love for his one and only daughter that he had gone Super Saiyan with out even realizing it. His blood felt as hot as liquid metal as it pumped through his veins, enraged by Vegeta's stupidity, until the fire that raged inside him cooled, as he found Veracia, a bloody, mangled mess, in the grass in the meadow below. He could see where she had ventured out of the woods and into the middle of the field, the path marked by her blood.
He quickly flew down to her side, and pushed some bloody, tangled pieces of hair away from her face. He knelt down beside her and lifted her up into his arms. It was only then that he noticed the extent of her injuries, her left foot was twisted in as odd direction and the back of what was left of her shirt was soaked with blood. Where she had laid, blood soaked the ground and dyed the grasses red. A tear rolled off his cheek and landed on hers, washing some of the blood away as it trickled down, but when it rolled off her cheek, it was not clear, but almost as red as blood itself, as it was whisked away by the wind when Gohan took off towards Bulma's house. She was the best doctor he knew, and the one he trusted the most. He held Veracia close as he flew as fast as he could to Capsule Corp. By the time he arrived, his shirt was soaked by Veracia's blood, but what he couldn't understand was how she could've been hurt so badly by mere branches. She was, after all, half Saiyan.
Gohan was misty eyed as he rang the door bell of Bulma's and Trunks' home. Trunks was the one to open the door, not the person Gohan really wanted to see right now.
"Oh, hello Gohan. What's...," he stopped dead in his sentence as he noticed the reason why Gohan had decided to come over. He started to shake as he noticed the full damage Veracia had absorbed.
"Trunks, go get your mother." Trunks nodded and turned around slowly, then ran off in the direction of Bulma.
"Hey Trunks, what's up?" Bulma asked Trunks casually as he entered the room where she was working on her new invention.
"Mom, we have a problem, it's Veracia," Trunks barely managed to get out.
"What do you mean Trunks?" Bulma asked him, now a worried look on her face.
Trunks made a motion for her to follow him, so she dropped the wrench she had been holding and quickly followed Trunks to the front door, where she saw the little-recognizable Veracia.
"Oh my God...Gohan! What happened to her?!" Bulma asked Gohan after she had frantically ran to the worried young man that stood before her.
"I don't know...One moment she was fine, sitting right next to me...The next second she was crying and running off into the woods...When I found her, she was like this...I-I didn't know what to do, so I thought I'd bring her here...If I brought her to the hospital, there would be a lot of suspicion, so I brought her here to you Bulma, to see what you could do...," Gohan said, trying to hold back tears.
"Bring her this way Gohan, follow me," Bulma said as she led Gohan to the medical facility part of Capsule Corp. "Lay her down on the examination table, so I can see the full extent of her injuries."
Gohan gently placed Veracia on the metal table, Trunks watching from a distance. Trunks thought.
Bulma put on a pair of rubber doctor's gloves and grabbed a tub full of water and a syringe, to rinse the blood off of Veracia. Soon they could see the full extent of her wounds. The left side of her face was sliced open and only now starting to stop bleeding, along with some other minor cuts on the right side. From what they could see, her left ankle was badly broken and her arms and legs were covered in abrasions and muscle deep wounds. Her feet were shredded, since she had had on only socks, which there was no sign of now.
Bulma began to rinse out some of the deep wounds with antiseptic through a syringe so she could later stitch them shut. Veracia began to wake as Bulma was cleaning out one of the deeper gashes on her right leg.
"Huh? What-What's going on?" Veracia said as she tried to sit up, but then fell back down, grabbing her head. "Ahhh...What happened?...I feel like I ran into a tree...and the tree won."
"Pretty close," said Bulma, managing a smile.
"What??" Veracia asked, now confused more than before.
"You ran off through the forest Veracia...And when I found you...," began Gohan, looking away.
A wave of pain, both emotional and physical, spread like a rushing torrent through her body. She trembled at the shock it gave her, she hadn't expected it to be this bad. I she thought to herself. She lifted her hand to her cheek and felt the long gash down her face. she thought, as the tears welled up in her eyes and soon overflowed to stream down her cheeks. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at any of them. I love him...but there's something wrong deep inside me..like a hot poker driven though my heart...I don't know what to do...What should I do? What can I do? She thought as she faded back into unconsciousness, the black creeping back over her, her body going limp once again.
"Poor child," Bulma said, almost on the verge on tears.
"It's not her fault," Gohan said, tears of anger in his eyes. "If Vegeta had taken better care of her, this would've never happened!" Gohan started flashing between super saiyan and his normal self.
"What?!" Bulma asked, nearly dropping the syringe. "Vegeta is her father?! No wonder! The poor girl. It's a shame someone as kind and loving as her was born into the hands of such an idiot..Such a-a monster...Why I'd like to...!" and then she broke off, and the glass syringe broke in her hand as she clenched her fist. "Ah!" she screamed in surprise, as a piece of glass cut through the glove and imbedded itself in the flesh of her hand. Biting her lower lip, she pulled the piece of glass out of her hand and quickly discarded it in a medical waste basket.
She then flushed out her hand with antiseptic, made sure there was no more glass stuck in it, smeared some ointment on it, and wrapped it in some gauze.
After she put on a new set of rubber gloves, she threaded a sterile needle, and began to sew up the deep wound in Veracia's leg.
***
A/N: And that's it for Chapter 3, revised edition! I didn't realize there were that many mistakes, and sorry for all the awkward wording and grammer, but I hope you liked it anyway! Now I must revise Chapter 4! C ya! (oh, and REVIEW!!...please?....Thanks!)