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If Tomorrow
Never… - Ch. 2 - Never Had a Dream
Two people stepped
onto the huge spaceship. Ok, so one of
them stepped and the other was dragged, but the point is that they got on.
The elder was a
teenager, barely 17, but his stern face and ever-present scowl made him appear
older. He turned to the younger, a small
girl, perhaps 3 years old, and in a harsh voice asked, "Do you remember
what I told you earlier?"
The child moved
away from him and stood submissively, eyes downcast, before replying,
"Yes, your highness, I remember my orders."
"So,
you're finally here, Prince Vegeta. This is the servant you wished to bring?" Frieza circled the child, carefully examining what could be
considered his newest acquisition. "Small for its apparent age, thin, no fighting power. What could you possible want with it?"
Vegeta
carefully controlled his response. "The child belonged to one I owed a debt of honor to. It was the brat's father's wish that she
accompany me on any journey I took. As
her father is now gone, it has been decided I shall keep her as a personal servant."
"You
monkeys and your honor..." Frieza
shook his head and with his tail raised the girl's chin. When they were eye-to-eye, he spoke.
"Child,
have you been receiving lessons?"
"Yes,
sir. His highness began training me
only weeks ago." Vegeta wasn't
leaving anything to chance and had instructed her how to respond to a variety
of questions before they boarded.
"Fighting,
then? And what of your duties? Has someone trained you in those?"
"Lord
Frieza, if I may?" Vegeta waited for
the lizard-like tyrant to acknowledge him before continuing, "The child is
frail and performs few duties as yet. I
handle most things myself. She watches
me and takes on new duties as her abilities allow."
"I
see." Turning his attention back
to the girl, "As you are too... frail, as your master says, when you
finish your duties, you will report to me. I will find you a tutor, and we shall see if you will be more valuable
as perhaps a scientist. I trust that is
fine with you?"
The girl's eyes
darted to Vegeta (who nodded) before she gave her response: "Yes,
sir."
Frieza released
her chin and ordered one of the many guards to take her to Vegeta's
quarters. After she was gone, he spoke
again to the prince.
"I thought
you would be glad for her to do something besides sit around. She may prove to be brilliant. I could see something in her eyes... They were green. Odd color for a Saiya-jin, ne?"
"I am glad
you have something for her to do. I was
wondering what tasks I could design for her while I was training. As for her eyes, she is the only Saiya-jin I
have ever seen with them."
"How...
unusual. There were others coming with
you, were there not?"
The Saiya-jin
made an ugly face before replying, "Yes, palace guards. Radditz and Napa. May I be excused, my lord? I wish to see my quarters."
"Of
course."
Vegeta woke
with a start. These dreams had plagued
him for the last three months without reason. He refused to go back to sleep, knowing more visions of his past life
would haunt him. At least tonight's
weren't the nightmares. All he needed
was Kakarotto rushing in to calm him down.
The one-time
prince settled in to think over past events and watch the brat sleep 'til the
sun rose. This was quickly becoming
routine for them. Well, he usually
thought of his past. Today he thought
of events that had not yet come.
He and Trunks
had been alone for three months. In a
few weeks the Androids would appear to wreak havoc on Chikyuu. And Vegeta wasn't going to fight them.
Since he had
taken his son, Vegeta hadn't really sparred or even spent much time
practicing. His heart was no longer in
the sport, and he didn't care. Working
the old forms for hours every day kept him in decent shape and gave a new grace
to his movements, and meditating cleared his mind. That was all he wanted now.
Kakarotto
probably still thought he would fight in this battle, the baka.
Kuso! He couldn't even come up with a good insult
today!
Today was the day
he would tell Kakarotto he wouldn't fight for this planet. It rivaled only Frieza's station in
remembered pain. As his thoughts
focused on the spiky-haired Saiya-jin, he noticed something odd in Kakarotto's
chi signature. 'Ah, the virus has shown
itself. Just as well.'
With that
thought, he looked to the eastern sky, waiting for the sun to rise.
***
Though they had
all gone in different directions to train, the Z Senshi remained in close
contact. At one time, most though they
would train and meet again only to fight, but the Fates conspired otherwise.
Bulma's funeral
forced an unhappy reunion months early. They had known something was wrong when Vegeta's chi suddenly grew to
previously unthought of levels before practically disappearing.
He was the only
one of Chikyuu's warriors not to attend the services.
Surprisingly,
Yamcha was the first to side with Vegeta. They practically shared the same code of honor, as did most of the
senshi, and in their code, suicide was a big no-no. He understood that Vegeta felt cheated and betrayed, because he
did, too. Bulma had been his friend all
these years, and she took that away, not only from him and the man she
supposedly loved, but from her son as well. There was no honor in that.
Yamcha also understood
because he had been there since the beginning. When Vegeta thought no one was looking, he would just watch her. Everything she did fascinated him, and his
scowl would soften dramatically as long as she was near. Any idiot could see that she was becoming
Vegeta's life, his goddess. That was
why he finally accepted Vegeta, at least in his own mind. Yamcha was seemingly omnipresent those first
months of their relationship, and in that short time, Vegeta had become a new
person. He was the same old Vegeta on
the outside; inside, though...
Goku was second
to side with Vegeta, with everyone else falling in behind him. For Goku, it was easy to understand why
Vegeta didn't attend. Goku almost
didn't come for what he suspected were the same reasons Vegeta didn't. It hurt. Bulma had been a part of his life for so long, and then she was gone.
Goku knew about
the pills and the note, too. One time
he tried to put himself in Vegeta's shoes, just role-play with his own family
as the characters, but he couldn't do it. The mere thought tore him up inside. Chi-chi still didn't know why he came into the kitchen that night,
sitting silently, just watching while she did the dishes.
The others,
while they did understand, hadn't been as close to Bulma. Unlike Vegeta, Goku, Yamcha, and Chi-chi
(who still blamed Vegeta for her friend's death), none of them ever thought,
"If only I..."
If only I spent
more time with her...
If only I
listened to her more...
If only I had
told her how much I love her...
If only, if
only, if only, If Only, If Only, If Only, IF ONLY, IF ONLY, IF ONLY…
If only there
were second chances in real life...
