Reviving The Heart
A/N: I do not own the song "Look To The Sky" by System S.F. It's a very good song, I might add. I think DDR players may be familiar with it. And yes, this chapter is a song chapter. I think you might like it. and thanks again for all the reviews, i really really appreciate it and i'm glad you guys are supporting me even though i'm pulling a generic stunt. i promise this story will be worth every mintue that you read it. please enjoy this chapter, i know i do.
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Last Time:
Goku growled at the insensitive prick and then ran upstairs in his room. How was he going to talk to Bulma about her baby around him? He was going to have to be as secretive as possible. It'd be too late for her to talk now. He stared at the phone and thought, 'Then again, it may not be too late for her.' The frustrated teen reached out and grabbed the cordless phone and dialed her number. When she picked up the first words out of his mouth were, "Bulma, we have a problem!"
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Bulma was sitting quietly in her room staring out at the stars who were being birthed into the tranquility of the night sky. Silence surrounded the room being lit by the stray rays of the moon. The gentle breeze flew in through her window that was opened just enough so that she could rest her head in her hands while her elbows touched the wooden windowsill. Celestial gems were glued to the picture of the darkness outside. She seemed to be deep in thought before her state of mind was broken by the vexing ring of her phone.
Without much hesitation, the dazzling young woman reached over and grabbed the mechanical annoyance and softly asked, "What do you want at this time of the night, Goku?"
"Bulma, we have a problem!," was the response she got from the frazzled teenage boy.
"What kind of problem?" She asked sensing that he was worked up over something.
"Vegeta just got kicked out of his house. His mother called me and told me earlier. He's sitting downstairs in the living room watching television. I don't know how we're going to talk to the baby if he's going to be around all the time, now."
"It wouldn't be a problem if I could just talk to him. He doesn't know my new cell number. The only ones that have it are you and Chich."
"I know that Chichi wouldn't tell him and I haven't said anything to him about it."
"Let me try calling him again. Sneak down the back stairs and go into the back entrance of your father's den and tell me if he says anything when I call. Just let me grab the cordless." Bulma kept the cellphone clung to her ear at the same time she dialed Vegeta's cell number and listened to the sound of the phone ringing.
Goku cracked the door just slightly and watched from the shadows of the room as Vegeta reached into his pocket and stared at the phone for a few seconds. He kept his eye on the arrogant teen as he said, "I get the feeling that this is the woman's number. I'll have to ask Kakarot. In any case, I've already said it, but I'll say it again. You don't exist to me anymore." The girl on the other line told him that she got his voicemail and asked if he said anything. Kakarot seemed to be disturbed by Vegeta's words.
"Bulma, I think we have an even bigger problem on our hands."
"Why?! What did he say?!"
"He said that you don't exist to him anymore and that he got a feeling that it was your number and that he was going to ask me if it was."
"Dammit. How am I going to tell him if he won't even acknowledge my existance?"
"Don't. Juunana will make a better father than Vegeta, and for kami's sake don't lie to the poor kid, ok?"
"But I don't want to hurt---"
"Don't give me that bullshit. What's going to be worse for him? Finding out that the kid isn't honestly his, or you lie to him and say it is but then it comes out looking like Vegeta?"
"You're right. I'm sorry. Kami, I'm so dumb."
"No, Bulma. You're not stupid. Sometimes you just don't think about other people's feelings. If you had done that in the first place, you wouldn't be in the situation you are now, would you?"
"How is it that you're always right, Goku?"
"It's just me," he replied before saying his good nights and hanging up the phone.
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Vegeta was still sitting downstairs on the television. He was flicking through the channels when the girl from his past appeared on one of the celebrity news channels. A growl escaped his throat but he kept it there anyway. After a while, his expression softened. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about her. Then he pulled out his cellphone and looked at the number on his missed calls again. He found himself calling her back hoping that she would answer.
"Come on woman, pick up," he found himself muttering when the third ring passed and there was no answer. His eyes were glued to the television when he caught sight of her new boyfriend. Anger and jealousy coursed through his veins. He dropped the phone when he saw Juunana on the television. He started cursing her with every fiber of his being, but little did he know that she'd be able to hear everything he said on her voicemail.
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Bulma sat out on the fifty acres of land in the back of her house. Oceans of sapphire seemed to be stuck on the sea of stars resting above her. She felt somewhat at ease with herself, but at the same time she couldn't help feeling the emotions of melancholy and loneliness. Even though she knew that she wasn't alone because she always had her friends. She couldn't help feeling the emptiness of not having someone to love, or love her back.
Feeling sad and lonely
Because I can't find you
She'd been trying to get a hold of Vegeta all week. Usually, there was never a time that he didn't answer his phone but now she assumed that it was part of his new change. Even when she'd called his house, there had usually been someone there to pick up, but there wasn't any of the times she called. Although, Rosicheena had picked up all six times when she called today. The young pregnant teen knew that the older woman had been lying to her. A gut instinct told her that Vegeta had been there all six times.
Call your telephone
And there's never no answer
Her thoughts immediately drifted to her memories, afterwards. She thought of all the times that Vegeta had kissed her and told her that he loved her. It had always felt like she was soaring through Heaven like an angel. Most people often compared her to an angel because she was so gorgeous. Although, she was anything but pure and innocent. One memory that ran through her mind was the one where she'd finally been united with her lover on that one fateful friday three weeks ago. She was thinking of how she'd apologized and how he'd kissed her afterwards. It was a very precious memory, one that held a great deal of value to her, and she was glad that nobody could ever take it away.
Said you loved me
Kissed me
We were in Heaven
Said I'm sorry
Love you, want you forever
The blue haired teen had been taking a stroll out here every night this week. It was about one in the morning, but she didn't care. It wasn't like she had school in the morning considering it was Saturday. Another thing she had been doing was calling out his name hoping that someway, somehow, he would hear it and get the urge to call her. It was worth a try. Anything was worth a try. Although, if she wrote a letter, she knew that he would just rip it up or burn it. "VEGETA!," she called out to the sky in another desperate attempt. A deep sigh escaped her exhausted body when she got nothing.
Every night I look at the sky
Call your name
And wonder where you are
Then it suddenly hit her. She didn't have her cellphone with her. Bulma picked herself up off the ground and headed towards the house. The entire walk there she kept saying, "Come back, Vegeta. Please come back. The baby needs you...I need you. Kami, I love you. I love you so much it hurts. Come back, 'Geta. back." She missed him too much. She promised herself that she would go back after the baby was born, whether he knew about her child or not. She couldn't stay away from her home, or the only person that she would ever love. Vegeta.
Every night I look at the sky
Baby, miss you
Won't you come back?
It had taken a few minutes to get back to her room, but when she did, the first thing she did was check her cellphone. Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed that her last missed call had been from Vegeta and that there was a voicemail. With a fierce hope, she listened to his voice message and it literally drove her insane with happiness but at the same time left her wondering. The voicemail message was:
"Kami. That woman makes me want to strangle her. A new boyfriend?! He doesn't look very impressive! What the hell do I care? ...I guess that's my problem, I do care. She drives me insane! She breaks my heart and yet I want her so bad. It doesn't change the fact that she's still the most gorgeous woman in the world. I hope one day she slips up and screams my name when he's fucking her. Then again, nobody could ever fuck her as good as I can. Even though she makes me crazy, I guess that's why I---"
And that's where it ended. "Why he what?!?! WHY HE WHAT?!," she screamed at the mechanical device hoping that it would somehow hear her and answer her plea. She could already tell that it was going to be another sleepness night. She would be up all night thinking about the voice message that she assumed he accidentally left while watching something about her on the television.
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Vegeta unconciously turned off his phone and went upstairs to go bother Kakarot since he had nothing else to do. "Hey Kakarot," he said as he strolled in his friend's room, "where's your bone headed brother?"
"Gee, I don't know Vegeta. He's not in here. He's not anywhere in the house. Hrm. I guess he must be out!," Goku replied in a sarcastic tone.
"Then where's your cousin?"
"Visiting his parents in the Akita prefecture."
"What are you doing?"
By this point he was narrowing his eyes at the rebellious seventeen year old. "I'm minding my own damn business, not asking any ridiculous questions, and reading." He sighed in frustration once Vegeta left his room. Although, his mood was brought back to normal when his father's fat cat, Lieutanent, came out of hiding. He had an idea as to why his dad would name the foolish feline a military name. Bardock had found him as a kitten outside of his old military base. His father had been a lieutenant and his mother had been a famous poet. That left them with more money than they knew what to do with. All of his friends were wealthy in one way or another. They just didn't care to show it. The only one who had ever lived in a big fancy home was Bulma, but that was only because her parents seemed to be secure with that celebrity lifestyle.
"What are you doing in here, you fat old kitty? Dad's probably looking for you. You look hungry, I suppose we better get you something to eat. You know, that actually doesn't sound like a bad idea." Goku picked up the eighteen pound Himalayan and carried him like a baby down the stairs. When he got to the kitchen, his father came out of his personal den and saw the cat in his son's arms.
"Kakarot, what are you doing with my baby?," Bardock said as he grabbed the cat from Kakarot.
"Well, I was going to feed the poor thing. I think he's been in my room since last night," he replied.
"No wonder I couldn't find my little Lieutenant. Come on, buddy. Let's go get something to eat."
Father, son, and cat had strolled into the kitchen. Each one of them did their own thing. Bardock opened a can of food for the animal that he'd grown so attached to over the years. Lieutenant sat quietly and content eating his food. Kakarot was making a huge sandwich and then began to wolf it down. After he was finished, he realized that he wanted to spend some quality time with his father. To be honest, he was a little jealous of the way that Bardock seemed to shower Radditz and Turles with special attention.
Kakarot and Bardock had their few rare moments, every now and then. Finally gathering the courage to speak, the teen said, "Hey Dad? I was wondering if we could spend some quality time together. I know we're not that close, and I'm not your favorite son--"
"Not my favorite son? How could you say that? I know we don't spend enough time together, but I don't choose favorites with my kids. Even though sometimes I shower Radditz and Turles with more attention, it doesn't mean that you're not special to me, too. You are. I was blessed with a son whose nearly identical to me. Not only that, you also hold two other things that make me love you so much."
"Uhh... what?" Goku asked out of curiosity. He seemed to be stunned that his father was telling him this.
"You have the same good nature as your mother. You also have her eyes. You're always there to help a friend in need. Your mother was always the same way. I'm sure you must miss her so. I know I do."
The young boy took a deep sigh and replied, "Yeah. Well, I was fifteen when she died so it was a little easier for me to understand than it would be if I were eight or something. I'm still healing with time, and Chichi's been doing a good job of helping me cope because she's going through the same thing that I am. It helps to have someone as amazing as she is."
"I'm proud of you, son. You have the mind of a mature adult. Something Radditz has yet to achieve. He needs to get his lazy ass away from the video games and get a job. What do you think? Should I threaten to kick him out if he doesn't start working? He's not going to live here for free once he turns twenty."
"Oh, I think it might work. If there's one thing I know about my brother, it's that he hates reality. Hey what do you say we play some Dead or Alive Three? I've never played against you and I know you're better than Radditz and I always beat him. I promise you I won't be easy competition."
"Haha. You've got yourself a challenge, my son."
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A/N: I personally liked the way I ended it. Goku and Bardock spending some quality time together and bonding like father and son are supposed to! Where did Vegeta go? You'll see in the next chapter. Hope you liked it. Review, please!