(5 days later at 2:14 in the morning...)
A dark figure stumbled into a chair. Cursing softly, he reached the bed and tapped the girl who was sleeping.
"Wake up."
"Go away," she mumbled, until she realized whom the voice belonged to. "Vegeta! You're here! Now face the other way while I put on some clothes, ok?"
When she was sure his back was to her, she slipped on a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, and a jean jacket. Then Angel turned on the light.
Vegeta stared in amazement. One wall was covered entirely of pictures of him, another with every other person he had ever known. On Angel's desk, there were three framed pictures of him.
"Since when did I look like this?" Vegeta asked, pointing to some GT pictures.
"If I don't change the anything in your timeline, that's what you'll look like when you're older."
Vegeta looked similar to himself in this dimension, only more proportioned (to Angel, anyway).
"Should we be going now? We only have an hour. Pack up," Vegeta said.
"Right."
Angel proceeded to take every single DBZ poster and picture, stuffing them in a bag. She then grabbed some extra changes of clothes, and her CD player and CDs.
"All done," she announced.
"Then let's go."
Vegeta took Angel's hand in his own. They both made way to her softly glowing notebook.
"Wait," Angel said, "Let me leave a note."
"Ok, but be quick," Vegeta said.
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Mom,
I'm leaving. Give the stuff bro wants to him, like my boom box. My jewelry and make up you can have, I never wore it anyway. My books, distribute to my friends, and my floppies, with the DBZ pics, to my fellow DBZ fanatics. No regrets, Mom. I wasn't happy.
Angel
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"I'm ready," she said.
"Alright, don't let go of my hand, no matter what happens," Vegeta warned.
Vegeta touched the notebook, and they disappeared in a flash of light.
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A dark figure stumbled into a chair. Cursing softly, he reached the bed and tapped the girl who was sleeping.
"Wake up."
"Go away," she mumbled, until she realized whom the voice belonged to. "Vegeta! You're here! Now face the other way while I put on some clothes, ok?"
When she was sure his back was to her, she slipped on a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, and a jean jacket. Then Angel turned on the light.
Vegeta stared in amazement. One wall was covered entirely of pictures of him, another with every other person he had ever known. On Angel's desk, there were three framed pictures of him.
"Since when did I look like this?" Vegeta asked, pointing to some GT pictures.
"If I don't change the anything in your timeline, that's what you'll look like when you're older."
Vegeta looked similar to himself in this dimension, only more proportioned (to Angel, anyway).
"Should we be going now? We only have an hour. Pack up," Vegeta said.
"Right."
Angel proceeded to take every single DBZ poster and picture, stuffing them in a bag. She then grabbed some extra changes of clothes, and her CD player and CDs.
"All done," she announced.
"Then let's go."
Vegeta took Angel's hand in his own. They both made way to her softly glowing notebook.
"Wait," Angel said, "Let me leave a note."
"Ok, but be quick," Vegeta said.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Mom,
I'm leaving. Give the stuff bro wants to him, like my boom box. My jewelry and make up you can have, I never wore it anyway. My books, distribute to my friends, and my floppies, with the DBZ pics, to my fellow DBZ fanatics. No regrets, Mom. I wasn't happy.
Angel
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"I'm ready," she said.
"Alright, don't let go of my hand, no matter what happens," Vegeta warned.
Vegeta touched the notebook, and they disappeared in a flash of light.
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