Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z is owned by the absolute genious Akira Toryama. I
do not own these characters, or make any prophet what-so-ever off of this
story. I write it out of respect for Akira, and his wonderful characters.
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From The Author: Hello everyone. I got my first flame. It was for this story. I'm not too surprized, so it doesn't really hurt my feelings that much. I'm also not going to remove it. I'll just keep it as a reminder. Anyway, here's the story!
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Chapter Five
Goku watched the scene wide-eyed. What was Vegeta thinking hitting his daugter like that?! 'He must have gone evil again or something.', Goku thought, 'Even majin, I doupt that he would've done something like this, but it's the only logical explanation!' He decided that he had to stop Vegeta before he went after anyone else.
He powered up to super Saiyan, and crept up behind the other warrior, getting him in an armlock. He had expected the proud prince to fight back, but he just kind of slumped down in his arms, and accepted that he had been captured.
"Vegeta?", Goku said, confused.
"Shut up Kakarot.", Vegeta said quietly, pushing him off, and walking farther into the house.
"Oh, how dare he?!", Bulma yelled, chasing after him.
Goku powered down.
"Sorry for the inconvienence everyone." Trunks said, ushering out the guests. "Bye, Goku."
"Ah...bye."
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Yamcha sat on his couch in the dark, holding something up to his heart. It was a picture of he and Bulma. Actually, it was four pictures. The frame held one photo of he and Bulma at about sixteen, one when they were seventeen, one when they were twenty-one, and one when they were about twenty-six. He sighed, and felt a few tears escape his eyes. The picture had been taken only weeks before Radditz arrived. "Damn him!" he said to himself.
"Yamcha, come on, tell me what's wrong."
"Leave me alone, Puar."
"Alright. I can see that you need some time alone." his friend replied, flying out the window.
Yamcha felt a slight breeze, then heard some whimpering on the other side of the room.
"Who's there?" he asked the unseen intruder.
At that, the person walked closer, into his field of view. It was the daugter of the man and woman who had brought him to this tragic state, someone he hadn't expected to see. "Yamcha." she said in a distorted voice. As she walked closer, Yamcha noticed the blood pouring from her face, and over her pink dress.
"What happened?" he asked, forgetting his own sorrow, and taking the distressed girl into his arms. He sat them both down on the couch.
"Vegeta happened! That's what!" she responded.
"He did this to you?! That--! That--!"
"I know. I'm so sorry Yamcha."
"Sorry about what?"
"About...everything." she cried. "You should never have been left alone. My mother should have been waiting for you when you got wished back, and then you should--"
"Thanks, but--"
"--and then you should have dumped her." she continued.
"What?!"
"She was just a jealous, spoiled, two-timing brat, and I know it." She nestled her head into his neck. "You were always way too good for her."
"I..." he said, shocked "I've never heard anyone...talk about me like that."
"I know it's not exaclty the same," she said through tears "but I know what it's like to have a relationship ruined by Vegeta."
"I know." he replied. "I've seen how many boys came and went form your house over the years."
She trembled again. "Why couldn't Goku have just finished him when he had a chance?!"
"You don't honestly mean that?"
"Yes I do." she said seriously. "Just like I said to Vegeta before he gave me this," She pointed to the large wound on her cheek. "I would gladly give up my existence for him to be dead!"
He sighed. "But it wouldn't have just been you. First of all, Trunks would have never come back to warn us about the androids, and save Goku, and that wouldn't have even mattered if Frieza had decided to stop by earth during his immortal wrath upon the universe."
"But what if he had never sent Radditz in the first place? Then Frieza would never have known about the dragon balls, and we...I mean all of you could have lived in peace." She sighed. "Still no Trunks."'
"Not to mention that--even if the androids or Cell never came--Goku would have still been weak when Buu attacked.", he said.
"And the Shenrons." she continued "But what if--...no. That wouldn't work."
"Face it, Bra; this was meant to be. I wasn't supposed to have Bulma. From the very start, I was just destined to be alone, and there's nothing anyone can do about that now." he said sadly.
"No. Your only half right." she said, looking into his eyes "You and my mom were just never meant for eachother, but you were not destined to be alone."
"Huh?"
"You were just meant to find love later in life. I'm sure of it." she said with a smile.
"What are you talking about?" he said, suddenly feeling very awkward.
She grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him close. "I think I've fallen in love with you."
"What?!" he yelled "Bra, you can't be serious! I could've been your father!"
"Yamcha, I think we've already established that that simply isn't true. Remember? It wasn't meant to be. I'm an adult, and I haven't found my soulmate yet. Maybe this means that you and me were meant to find eachother all along. Maybe that's why you always had a soft spot for my mom. She might have been a glimps into your future."
"Okay, that's get something strait!" he said "I didn't have a 'soft spot' for your mother. I loved her, and I still do. She was never a glimps of my future either. After Trunks was born, she was a glimps of my past; the one where I was happy." He felt a single tear run down his face, as he lowered his head, his shirt still in her grip. "I won't let anyone take her place."
"Oh, come on. You have to move on from her. Have you ever even kissed another girl since the breakup?"
Still looking down, he shook his head.
She gasped. "And everyone was calling you a two-timing player?! Well, no wonder you miss my mom. You've probebly forgotten what it's like."
He tried to pull away, but the powerful demi-saiyan put a hand behind his head, and pulled his lips to hers. He didn't struggle long before allowing himself to kiss her back. This was the best kiss he had ever had, better than any Bulma had given him. Why was that? As he pulled away, and looked into those blue eyes, he realized. It was because Bulma had never really loved him, and Bra did. Suddenly, he felt truth in the girl's words. They were meant for eachother after all.
"So, did I convince you?" she asked with a smile and a blush.
He smiled nervously back, and nodded. "This is weird."
"Yep." she replied.
"Vegeta can never know about this, right?"
Her eyes widened, and she nodded. "I think that's a given. Ah...speaking of Vegeta, I really don't want to see him again tonight. I hate him!"
"You don't really mean that. Everyone knows that you have a great relationship with your father. Your just mad now."
"But he's such a self-centered coward, and I'm not ready to see him again." she whimpered.
"It's alright. You just stay here with me for a while." he said, embracing her. It was at that moment that Yamcha realized that the pain in his heart-- the pain that had been there for over thirty years--was all but gone. He had found love again, only this time it was true.
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Bulma looked over at her huisband, who sat on the edge of thier bed, stairing through a nearby wall. He hadn't said anything in a long time.
"Vegeta--"
"How could I have been so stupid?" he said. He put his face in his hands any continued "I've turned into my father."
"Huh?"
"I've turned into my father and Frieza rolled into one." he said.
"Don't ever say that, Vegeta."
"I just couldn't help it. The way she was talking to me; wishing me dead, I...I just lost it."
"Hay. She has some Saiyan blood in her. She'll heal up. You should just go find her and apologize." she said.
"No. Trust me, after you've done that to a child, they don't want to see you for a long time." He paused. "I would know."
She had come in here to yell at him, but he was already beating himself up so much that she couldn't help but feel pitty for him as well as Bra. "She loves you Vegeta. She's your little princess. She'll forgive you."
He shook his head. "I've never forgiven my abusers, Bulma, and I don't expect her to forgive hers." His voice was full of pain.
He was so sensitive when it came to child abuse. The whole situation must have been tearing him apart. "Oh, Vegeta.", she said. She sat behind him, and put her hand on his left shoulder. He tensed up, then reached his right hand up to hold hers. He was still shaking. The poor distressed man.
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Yamcha sat on his couch. Bra had fallen asleep in his arms. He knew he should bring her home. He lifted her up, cradling her head, and began flying toward Capsule Corp. Saiyans were heavy sleepers, so he didn't fear her waking up.
When he arrived, and knocked on the door, he expected it to be a horribly awkward situation, in which he would fear being found out, but surprizingly, he felt more comfortable around Bulma at that moment then he had in far over thirty years.
"Yamcha?", Bulma asked "What are you doing with Bra?" Her eyes shifted to the sleeping figure of the girl.
"Oh, well, you see, after...the incident, she followed...ah...she came to my apartment."
"Why?" Bulma asked with a strange glare.
"Listen, Bulma; don't ask me to explain it. I think she was just in a fragile emotional state, and flew the first place she thought of."
"Your house? It seems to me that she would've gone over to Pan's place."
"Ah...like I said, I can't explain it. I brought her home. Should I put her in her room?" This WAS getting scary.
"Alright. Thanks for bringing her home. Come this way, please." she said.
As she turned around, Yamcha heard an all too familar voice say "What's going on out there?" Vegeta appeared, looking very frusterated at Yamcha's presence. His vision shifted to Bra, and then he simply glared into Yamcha's eyes for a moment, until his scowl melted away and became genuine sadness. Yamcha couldn't believe it. He didn't know that the normally hard lines on the Saiyan Prince's face could be so smooth. "I've wounded her so badly." he said in a guilty tone. Yamcha couldn't believe his ears.
"She's fine." Bulma said "Yamcha brought her home."
"Come this way.", Vegeta said, not even questioning the fact that Yamcha held his sleeping daughter.
Vegeta led Yamcha to Bra's room, and Yamcha set her down on her bed. "Well, see you all later." he said, walking out.
"Wait." Vegeta said.
"Huh?" He turned back around.
"On your cheek. How did you get that blood on your cheek?"
'Oh, Kami! The kiss! Vegeta's going to kill me!' "I...ah...I cut myself...on...ah..."
Vegeta's scowl deepened, then dissappeared once again. "Just...never mind. I think we've all been through enough tonight, don't you?"
Yamcha inwardly sighed in devine relief. "Yeah. Definately. Bye." He flew off.
He picked up the picture of he and Bulma. Before, it had filled him with a barrage of confusing emotions. Everything from love to hatred; from happy reverie to true depressoin. Now when he looked at it, he felt nothing...until he saw Bra instead of Bulma. He imagined that it had been Bra all those years ago. It would've been wonderful. For the first time, he thanked Kami that Vegeta had come and taken Bulma away, because if he hadn't--not only would he have made the mistake of marrying someone who didn't love him--but his true love would have never existed. "Thank's Vegeta." he said to the picture "Thankyou for pointing fate in the proper direction."
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From The Author: Sorry! So, so sorry! I can't even believe that I went so long without updating. At first, I updated two or three times a day, then it was exactly once a day for a while, then it was every few days, and now it's every month?! I know, I've become lazy. I am so sorry! Forgive me? ^_^
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From The Author: Hello everyone. I got my first flame. It was for this story. I'm not too surprized, so it doesn't really hurt my feelings that much. I'm also not going to remove it. I'll just keep it as a reminder. Anyway, here's the story!
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Chapter Five
Goku watched the scene wide-eyed. What was Vegeta thinking hitting his daugter like that?! 'He must have gone evil again or something.', Goku thought, 'Even majin, I doupt that he would've done something like this, but it's the only logical explanation!' He decided that he had to stop Vegeta before he went after anyone else.
He powered up to super Saiyan, and crept up behind the other warrior, getting him in an armlock. He had expected the proud prince to fight back, but he just kind of slumped down in his arms, and accepted that he had been captured.
"Vegeta?", Goku said, confused.
"Shut up Kakarot.", Vegeta said quietly, pushing him off, and walking farther into the house.
"Oh, how dare he?!", Bulma yelled, chasing after him.
Goku powered down.
"Sorry for the inconvienence everyone." Trunks said, ushering out the guests. "Bye, Goku."
"Ah...bye."
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Yamcha sat on his couch in the dark, holding something up to his heart. It was a picture of he and Bulma. Actually, it was four pictures. The frame held one photo of he and Bulma at about sixteen, one when they were seventeen, one when they were twenty-one, and one when they were about twenty-six. He sighed, and felt a few tears escape his eyes. The picture had been taken only weeks before Radditz arrived. "Damn him!" he said to himself.
"Yamcha, come on, tell me what's wrong."
"Leave me alone, Puar."
"Alright. I can see that you need some time alone." his friend replied, flying out the window.
Yamcha felt a slight breeze, then heard some whimpering on the other side of the room.
"Who's there?" he asked the unseen intruder.
At that, the person walked closer, into his field of view. It was the daugter of the man and woman who had brought him to this tragic state, someone he hadn't expected to see. "Yamcha." she said in a distorted voice. As she walked closer, Yamcha noticed the blood pouring from her face, and over her pink dress.
"What happened?" he asked, forgetting his own sorrow, and taking the distressed girl into his arms. He sat them both down on the couch.
"Vegeta happened! That's what!" she responded.
"He did this to you?! That--! That--!"
"I know. I'm so sorry Yamcha."
"Sorry about what?"
"About...everything." she cried. "You should never have been left alone. My mother should have been waiting for you when you got wished back, and then you should--"
"Thanks, but--"
"--and then you should have dumped her." she continued.
"What?!"
"She was just a jealous, spoiled, two-timing brat, and I know it." She nestled her head into his neck. "You were always way too good for her."
"I..." he said, shocked "I've never heard anyone...talk about me like that."
"I know it's not exaclty the same," she said through tears "but I know what it's like to have a relationship ruined by Vegeta."
"I know." he replied. "I've seen how many boys came and went form your house over the years."
She trembled again. "Why couldn't Goku have just finished him when he had a chance?!"
"You don't honestly mean that?"
"Yes I do." she said seriously. "Just like I said to Vegeta before he gave me this," She pointed to the large wound on her cheek. "I would gladly give up my existence for him to be dead!"
He sighed. "But it wouldn't have just been you. First of all, Trunks would have never come back to warn us about the androids, and save Goku, and that wouldn't have even mattered if Frieza had decided to stop by earth during his immortal wrath upon the universe."
"But what if he had never sent Radditz in the first place? Then Frieza would never have known about the dragon balls, and we...I mean all of you could have lived in peace." She sighed. "Still no Trunks."'
"Not to mention that--even if the androids or Cell never came--Goku would have still been weak when Buu attacked.", he said.
"And the Shenrons." she continued "But what if--...no. That wouldn't work."
"Face it, Bra; this was meant to be. I wasn't supposed to have Bulma. From the very start, I was just destined to be alone, and there's nothing anyone can do about that now." he said sadly.
"No. Your only half right." she said, looking into his eyes "You and my mom were just never meant for eachother, but you were not destined to be alone."
"Huh?"
"You were just meant to find love later in life. I'm sure of it." she said with a smile.
"What are you talking about?" he said, suddenly feeling very awkward.
She grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him close. "I think I've fallen in love with you."
"What?!" he yelled "Bra, you can't be serious! I could've been your father!"
"Yamcha, I think we've already established that that simply isn't true. Remember? It wasn't meant to be. I'm an adult, and I haven't found my soulmate yet. Maybe this means that you and me were meant to find eachother all along. Maybe that's why you always had a soft spot for my mom. She might have been a glimps into your future."
"Okay, that's get something strait!" he said "I didn't have a 'soft spot' for your mother. I loved her, and I still do. She was never a glimps of my future either. After Trunks was born, she was a glimps of my past; the one where I was happy." He felt a single tear run down his face, as he lowered his head, his shirt still in her grip. "I won't let anyone take her place."
"Oh, come on. You have to move on from her. Have you ever even kissed another girl since the breakup?"
Still looking down, he shook his head.
She gasped. "And everyone was calling you a two-timing player?! Well, no wonder you miss my mom. You've probebly forgotten what it's like."
He tried to pull away, but the powerful demi-saiyan put a hand behind his head, and pulled his lips to hers. He didn't struggle long before allowing himself to kiss her back. This was the best kiss he had ever had, better than any Bulma had given him. Why was that? As he pulled away, and looked into those blue eyes, he realized. It was because Bulma had never really loved him, and Bra did. Suddenly, he felt truth in the girl's words. They were meant for eachother after all.
"So, did I convince you?" she asked with a smile and a blush.
He smiled nervously back, and nodded. "This is weird."
"Yep." she replied.
"Vegeta can never know about this, right?"
Her eyes widened, and she nodded. "I think that's a given. Ah...speaking of Vegeta, I really don't want to see him again tonight. I hate him!"
"You don't really mean that. Everyone knows that you have a great relationship with your father. Your just mad now."
"But he's such a self-centered coward, and I'm not ready to see him again." she whimpered.
"It's alright. You just stay here with me for a while." he said, embracing her. It was at that moment that Yamcha realized that the pain in his heart-- the pain that had been there for over thirty years--was all but gone. He had found love again, only this time it was true.
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Bulma looked over at her huisband, who sat on the edge of thier bed, stairing through a nearby wall. He hadn't said anything in a long time.
"Vegeta--"
"How could I have been so stupid?" he said. He put his face in his hands any continued "I've turned into my father."
"Huh?"
"I've turned into my father and Frieza rolled into one." he said.
"Don't ever say that, Vegeta."
"I just couldn't help it. The way she was talking to me; wishing me dead, I...I just lost it."
"Hay. She has some Saiyan blood in her. She'll heal up. You should just go find her and apologize." she said.
"No. Trust me, after you've done that to a child, they don't want to see you for a long time." He paused. "I would know."
She had come in here to yell at him, but he was already beating himself up so much that she couldn't help but feel pitty for him as well as Bra. "She loves you Vegeta. She's your little princess. She'll forgive you."
He shook his head. "I've never forgiven my abusers, Bulma, and I don't expect her to forgive hers." His voice was full of pain.
He was so sensitive when it came to child abuse. The whole situation must have been tearing him apart. "Oh, Vegeta.", she said. She sat behind him, and put her hand on his left shoulder. He tensed up, then reached his right hand up to hold hers. He was still shaking. The poor distressed man.
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Yamcha sat on his couch. Bra had fallen asleep in his arms. He knew he should bring her home. He lifted her up, cradling her head, and began flying toward Capsule Corp. Saiyans were heavy sleepers, so he didn't fear her waking up.
When he arrived, and knocked on the door, he expected it to be a horribly awkward situation, in which he would fear being found out, but surprizingly, he felt more comfortable around Bulma at that moment then he had in far over thirty years.
"Yamcha?", Bulma asked "What are you doing with Bra?" Her eyes shifted to the sleeping figure of the girl.
"Oh, well, you see, after...the incident, she followed...ah...she came to my apartment."
"Why?" Bulma asked with a strange glare.
"Listen, Bulma; don't ask me to explain it. I think she was just in a fragile emotional state, and flew the first place she thought of."
"Your house? It seems to me that she would've gone over to Pan's place."
"Ah...like I said, I can't explain it. I brought her home. Should I put her in her room?" This WAS getting scary.
"Alright. Thanks for bringing her home. Come this way, please." she said.
As she turned around, Yamcha heard an all too familar voice say "What's going on out there?" Vegeta appeared, looking very frusterated at Yamcha's presence. His vision shifted to Bra, and then he simply glared into Yamcha's eyes for a moment, until his scowl melted away and became genuine sadness. Yamcha couldn't believe it. He didn't know that the normally hard lines on the Saiyan Prince's face could be so smooth. "I've wounded her so badly." he said in a guilty tone. Yamcha couldn't believe his ears.
"She's fine." Bulma said "Yamcha brought her home."
"Come this way.", Vegeta said, not even questioning the fact that Yamcha held his sleeping daughter.
Vegeta led Yamcha to Bra's room, and Yamcha set her down on her bed. "Well, see you all later." he said, walking out.
"Wait." Vegeta said.
"Huh?" He turned back around.
"On your cheek. How did you get that blood on your cheek?"
'Oh, Kami! The kiss! Vegeta's going to kill me!' "I...ah...I cut myself...on...ah..."
Vegeta's scowl deepened, then dissappeared once again. "Just...never mind. I think we've all been through enough tonight, don't you?"
Yamcha inwardly sighed in devine relief. "Yeah. Definately. Bye." He flew off.
He picked up the picture of he and Bulma. Before, it had filled him with a barrage of confusing emotions. Everything from love to hatred; from happy reverie to true depressoin. Now when he looked at it, he felt nothing...until he saw Bra instead of Bulma. He imagined that it had been Bra all those years ago. It would've been wonderful. For the first time, he thanked Kami that Vegeta had come and taken Bulma away, because if he hadn't--not only would he have made the mistake of marrying someone who didn't love him--but his true love would have never existed. "Thank's Vegeta." he said to the picture "Thankyou for pointing fate in the proper direction."
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From The Author: Sorry! So, so sorry! I can't even believe that I went so long without updating. At first, I updated two or three times a day, then it was exactly once a day for a while, then it was every few days, and now it's every month?! I know, I've become lazy. I am so sorry! Forgive me? ^_^