Warnings: Minor swearing,

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, or Dragon Ball GT series, I don't own the characters, much less the world. I have never made money off off these fanfics, and I never will.

Disclaimer 2: Also, I'd like to say to whoever else has done a fic where a disease kills, or tries to kill the Sayians &/or Z warriors, that I'm not trying to copy you or anything. I was trying to explain why Vegeta died and one thing lead to another and I developed a new twist

----------

Note on the series:
Okay, first of all I have to tell you something about this little series. Originally, I planned that it would probably be no longer than 4 parts long...but then I got this really neat idea. It will make this story a whole lot longer, and the title may not be as fitting as it was before (though all my titles really stink.) Just another little note about this series. Vegeta died how? Gee, I always seem to leave those details out don't I? *smacks self in head* Well, you'll find out in this part. I really don't know when this happened, though I'd probably place it after the Frieza saga, before the Cell Saga. I know Vegeta can't be wished back, as well as Goku, Tien, Chaotzu, Yamcha, or Piccolo either. I can't really think of any others, but I'll let you know if you get confused.

----------

Last time, Vegeta had just been wished back. He had met his wife and son, Goku had mysteriously dissappered, probably to go to some fast food place and scarf down half, wait, scratch that, the whole restaurant.

----------

-Vegeta-

I looked at Bulma's back and sighed. She always was the brain in the family. Now she was trying to figure out what had happened to me. I'd told her all that had happened, and quite frankly she was shocked. She'd told me that she thought it might have been that I had to much pressure on my heart and it had failed. Now however she was leaning towards a new disease. She really had no way to know right now.
"From your blood now, it looks like your perfectly healthy. This is probably because you died," Bulma grimaced at the word, "and came back."
I nodded my head.
Bulma leaned over on the counter in the lab deep in thought. I watched as her blue hair cascaded down her face. So beautiful, and yet...my head snapped up looking at the clock. How much longer did I have before I was forced to tell her? It couldn't have been more than 6 hours. I breathed a sigh of temporary relief. Still...there was a nagging feeling deep in my gut. I only had a day left. How was I supposed to tell her?
I was shocked back into reality as Bulma snapped her fingers. "Vegeta. I did some blood tests on you before you died didn't I?" she asked.
"Yes."
I watched as she raced off. Now what was she up to? I waited for several minutes for her to come back, but she didn't. I exited the room and looked down the hall seeing her retreating figure turn a corner. I followed her to yet another room in what I would call a maze. As I walked in I found her hard at work over what I assumed to be my blood.
I guess she sensed my presence because she spoke up, "This was taken twelve days before you died."
Bulma moved over to a computer and started typing furiously. After several minutes she muttered a triumphant "Aha!"
"What is it?" I asked.
"I was right, it's new. It concentrates itself on one vital organ killing of all the cells with amazing efficency." she answered.
"But, if it was concentrated directly on my heart, wouldn't it have killed me a lot sooner?" Vegeta asked.
"That's the only thing puzzling me." Bulma said. "It may be because your a Sayian and have higher immune levels and strength."/
I shook my head back and forth slowly, "And you learned this all just by looking at blood?"
She gave me a grin, "Yep."
And that was it. She went back to studying the disease. It was then that I realized I'd have to tell her, and soon, otherwise I might not get around to doing it at all. "Bulma I..." my voice trailed off.
"Vegeta?" she asked, "Could you go get something to eat? I'm really busy. This might take a long time."
"I suppose a long time is longer than 24." I mummbled.
"Yeah." she said returning to her work.
"But Bulma..." I tried to protest but she started to look angry so I left.
What now? And just how was I supposed to tell her that I'd be gone tommorow? "Bulma, I'm only here temporarily, I'll be dead tommorow. Don't bother making breakfast for me." That thought got a slightly mangled chuckle out of me. I guess there was one other person I needed to tell. Trunks.
I peeped around the corner of his door frame suddenly realizing how far I'd walked. He was asleep. Oh great, it should really be fun trying to wake him up.
"Trunks?" I asked softly. "Trunks, wake up." All I got was a snore and a grumble.
"Trunks?" I asked a bit more loudly.
"The kitty litter? Um...I ate it." Trunks mummbled in his sleep.
"Cute kid." I said out loud, "But man, that's gotta be one weird dream." On the inside though I sighed, there was no one to talk to. Well, there was Kakarot, but fat chance I'd talk to him!
I got up silently and moved through the building to my room. I looked in and sighed. What if I never saw this place again? WHat if I lost my family forever. I sat down on the bed and pulled Bulma's pillow up to my head. Her fragrance covered the fabric like the moon light over a lake. I couldn't stop myself, the tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't want to die! On Namek so much had been different. I didn't have a family, I didn't even really have a future. But now...so much had changed. I didn't want Trunks to grow up without me. True I never really let my emotions so, and I acted like I didn't care about him a lot, but, I did. I loved my family, at least they were there for me a lot more then my father was.
My father. I guess in some ways he did really love me, either that or he was trying to secure the future of the monarch. I was told that he came after me, but was later killed, well. I hoped Trunks wouldn't have to grow up with no father.
I looked around the room. So many things I would leave behind, I grabbed a wrist watch off the the night stand as I left.
I flew off to a cliff far away from the city, and there I waited. I waited for the end. And I would die alone, just like my soul felt. Bitter and scared, without a friend in the world.
As I sat out in the wilderness I wondered if Bulma even knew how I felt toward her, if she knew I truely loved her. I didn't think she did. So I just sat there, as second turned to minute, as minute turned to hour. I sat there just thinking to myself.
Would the others truely forgive me. I tried to be good, I wasn't the same stupid Sayian I was when I first came to earth, but would the others accept that. Would they ever completely lose their fear? I don't think humans are that easy to forgiveness. I think they tend to hold grudges, and seal themselves off to others that have hurt them. It was like that with Bulma at first. I wondered at the saying "With time everything heals." Funny how those humans could say that. Then again, the saying might not hold true to those who have murdered.
I thought about a lot of those things. I noticed that a lot of time had passed too. In fact, the sun was setting, right when I sensed Kakarot coming. I simply groaned and pretended I didn't notice him.

-Goku-

I landed right beside him. Poor Vegeta, something was definitly wrong. This was comfirmed when he didn't tell me to go away. "Vegeta?" I asked softly, "Will you tell me what's bothering you?"
I got nothing out of him, not even a facial expression.
"Well then, will you tell me how you got back?" I asked hands on hips.
Vegeta turned his face toward me, I was quite taken aback by the pain that filled his eyes. He managed a smirk, "And here I thought to they told you everything." he motioned toward the heavens, now black and filled with stars.
"No." I replied still gazing upward.
"That's funny." Vegeta replied calmly, the same warped look on his face, "I thought the guardian of the earth should be well informed about everything."
He was being cynical, something was troubling him very badly. "Look Vegeta, I want to help."
"You can't." was all he said.
"Why don't you tell me before making that conclusion?" I asked.
"I don't want pity." was the short reply.
I sat down next to Vegeta, if he wouldn't tell me what was paining him so, then the least I could do was offer my presence. "The stars are beautiful, arn't they?" I commented.
"Hai."
"Look at all the clusters and formations they make." I said, rather in awe.
Vegeta gave a deep sigh. "Depends on how you look at them."
I cocked my head to the side a bit. "What do you mean?"
Vegeta tilted hs head up towards to stars overhead and behind, returning his eyes to my level he explained, "You see them as clusters, I see them as pricks of light, alone and isolated."
"Probably because you came from the stars." I observed.
Vegeta studied my face critically, "Don't try to deny your heritage Kakarot, you depend on it every time you go into battle."
"Is this why your so sad?" I asked back. "Is it because you feel like your alone?"
He shook his head, "Iie." he glanced back up at the stars, then back at me, "I suppose I've got to tell someone." a sudder ran through his body. "When I died..." he paused, "I was sent to hell." he looked at me trying to see if I was judging him, "King Yema sent me back, sort of like a reward for changing my ways." there was a far off look in his eyes as he scanned the dark blue horizon.
"Well, arn't you happy to be back?" I asked stunned that he would be sad to be brought back to life.
Vegeta shook his head. "They only sent me back for a day."
My eyes opened wider, not only at his reply, but at the tears that fell from his eyes. "Vegeta I..." was all I could say.
"It won't be long now." he said unhappily. "And I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to Bulma or Trunks."
"Vegeta, I'm so sorry." I blurted out.
Vegeta sighed again, "Kakarot. Don't let anything happen to my family." Vegeta said.
I believe that I could see deeper into Vegeta's soul than any one had ever seen at that moment. I nodded my head, "Don't worry about them Vegeta."
Vegeta looked at the stars one last time, and I felt my eyes begin to moisten as Vegeta turned transparent. "Goodbye." he murmered, and with that he dissapeared.
"Goodbye my friend." I whispered wiping away a tear.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Well, this one was a bit longer than my other parts. Please leave a comment and/or constructive critism in the box below. Remember all comments welcomed, all flames laughed at.