VEGETABABE NOTES:
First, I want to say many thanks to all that have reviewed! Special thanks to my fav authors------and a Major Thanks to the people that beta-ed and have helped me so much: Catgirl26, Insane Dragon, Mia Skywalker, Spicekidd, Wataruo, and Wedge Antilles...All are phenomenal authors and very dear friends.
Disclaimers: Dragonball, Dragonball Z, Dragonball GT, etc. belong to Akiya Toriyama, TOEI Entertainment, FUNimation, Viz Communications, Irwin Toys, Pioneer (for videos of early DBZ), etc. etc. The song "Cuts You Up"** is referred to by Peter Murphy so give him the credit since it belongs to him----
Vegeta's personal reflections as he thinks over the flashbacks in his mind are bracketed by . Song Lyrics are in italics.
STARRY NIGHT-- THE LEAVING OF CAPSULE CORPORATION
Part One: "Look for what seems out of place"**
I find you in the morning... after dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself over me like the sun through the blinds
You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
"Hold the secret close", I hear you say
Drifting in the dark, secret sea of space, stars and time.
At no other time of his life did he ever feel more at peace than during these moments. The capsule sliced through midnight curtains with ease---- the gentle rocking only served to lull and soothe. This was the one time that the Saiyan no Ouji was himself---- where thoughts took form and shape, and coalesced into a separate being---the true and inner part of him.
How it all happened still puzzled him.
One day everything had been relatively simple----well as simple as it could get with that insufferable Woman. How she had managed to survive this long without dying still confused him.
His thoughts drifted back, trying to pinpoint exactly when and how it all began. After the Mating, the little majo should have calmed down enough to let him train. Did she *want* to die in the short 1 and 1/2 years left to them? A warrior's goal was to know the enemy. This he had done, he felt, most admirably; he was sleeping with the enemy.
~~~~*FlashBack*~~~~
Mid-February. He was training as usual, and would be occupied with that for quite sometime. Shimatta Onna constantly complained that his training hours seemed longer, but with the threat of the Androids looming closer each passing day there was no choice. It wasn't unusual for him to train all night long, and often he had fallen asleep in the gravity room after numerous sessions. One thing he knew was that they both treasured the few nights he was able to come to bed.
Damned wench had become increasingly waspish for some reason. There had always been contention between them, which was actually sort of amusing; but lately it seemed heightened. Mornings were agonizing because she was always flying to the bathroom getting sick; hitting her wave after wave. He merely scoffed at this---Chikyuu-jins! These petty creatures and their illnesses made him wonder whether training was a waste---but then he and his Mate needed someplace to survive. No. Practical thing was to train. Besides, he couldn't let Kakkarot die now could he? That pleasure would be reserved to HIM, Prince of all the Saiyans, not some baka bucket of bolts.
You know the way it throws about.
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
To conquer it, to feel you're higher
To follow it you must be clean,
With mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place
"Bulma, honey, they're here!" Mrs. Brief's said, cheery as usual.
"Great 'Kaasan! I have the tea ready." Bulma smiled.
Tea! That was all the infernal wench could keep down. Pah! Weaklings! No wonder she was fainting at any given moment of the day. A Saiyan would be dead within the space of a few hours living like that----baka woman. Nevertheless, it concerned him, and that made him even more furious. It wasn't like her, the feisty little one he called his Mate, to give in to these things.
Mrs. Briefs led Goku in where tea had been set up and bid him sit down. "Goku, honey, you said you had some visitors coming with you today. Where are they? Bulma has laid tea for six! Of course Veggie-chan never comes in for tea. I wonder why that is? You know that poor boy trains so much and we hardly see him. He is so cute! But really a hard person to get to know...you know what I mean Goku?"
Goku merely nodded and smiled. "Yeah, he is---but he is great in a fight. Listen, I have the others outside, so I'll go get them. I just want to warn you it may be a bit of a surprise at first, but it is important."
With a brilliant smile, Mrs. Briefs giggled, "That's okay, hon'. I know it'll be just fine. As long as you're here everything's gonna be all right."
Goku turned and silently strode back to the massive, white front entry doors and let in two dark figures. After taking coats and placing them on the coat rack, he brought the two surprise guests to see Mrs. Briefs first. " Here we are! Muten Roshi, Yamcha? C'mon, Bulma and her mom have tea all ready."
Mrs. Briefs paled visibly," Uhm, Goku, sweetie? Do you think this is such a good idea?" She threw a wary glance at Yamcha.
Master Roshi snorted, " 'Course it's a good idea! I'M here to protect you..." and leered appreciatively at the blonde matriarch of Capsule Corporation.
" Heeheehee! Well, if you say so, then follow me," she giggled leading the way to the living room.
They all filed in to the central room, to see Bulma arranging teacups and foodstuffs on a low table. When she looked up, however, her face went a pasty white.
" Master Roshi, Yamcha, well.... uh.... this.... uh.... IS a surprise!" Her voice was shaky, and uncertain.
Goku interjected, "Bulma, it's okay. They are here for Yamcha to check in for his appointed meeting downtown."
It was then in a low quiet voice that Yamcha spoke up to Master Roshi, " May I sensei? I really want to set everything right again."
Roshi frowned deeply and looked to Bulma and her mother, "Yamcha would like to say a few things to you both and particularly to you Bulma. Would that be alright?"
Bulma's mother merely shook her head in a confused yes, but looked to her daughter for the real affirmation. "Honey, what do you think?"
"It's okay mom." She then cautiously glanced at Yamcha, " Go ahead Yamcha. I'm listening."
His voice was rather melodious, and carried with it a mournful edge," Bulma, I just wanted to apologize for everything that's happened. I really wasn't thinking clear during that time, and most of that was due to the threat of the Androids. I just was angry and embarrassed about what happened during Halloween. I got the feeling that I was sacrificing my life on the line for people that really didn't understand me, nor cared. Something just snapped inside, and while I know that doesn't take away from what I have done in the least; I wanted you to know that I was very sorry. Despite what anyone thinks, I really do care about you and I hope that you will at least accept my apology. Both of you..." Yamcha glanced briefly at Bulma's mother and then grew quiet.
The air was palpable with a heavy silence.
For a long time Bulma merely stared down at her teacup. She finally set it down with a decided little clack against the table and rose. Striding ever so gracefully up to her ex-boyfriend she glanced down at him with a mixture of curiosity and sorrow, "Yamcha...I don't pretend to understand why you did what you did, but I know that I care about you too. I always have and, yes, I can accept your apology." With that she reached down with small hands outstretched toward the dark-haired, former desert bandit. He glanced up with dark eyes filled with hope; a hope that none of them saw since before he had been killed by Vegeta.
Yamcha cautiously outstretched both hands and reached for those delicate fingers that offered redemption. Bulma grasped his hands firmly and pulled to motion him to stand. She then reached with small arms around him, and pulled Yamcha into a warm embrace. Everyone in the room remained deadly silent, as these two began to rebuild what once was thought to be lost forever.
From the dark recesses of the hallway there then came a low growling sound, which began to crescendo to a hateful snarl. Advancing from the shadows, standing with the air of a King------was Vegeta.
Yeah on and on it goes, calling like a distant wind
Through the zero hour we'll walk... cut the thick and break the thin
No sound to break, no moment clear
When all the doubts are crystal clear
Crashing hard into the secret wind
You know the way it twists and turns
Changing colour, spinning yarns
You know the way it leaves you dry
It cuts you up; it takes you high
You know the way it's painted gold
Is it honey? Is it cold?
You know the way it throws about.
It takes you in and spits you out.
Oh, (Cuts You Up). Oh, (Cuts You Up), Oh, (Cuts You Up)
First, I want to say many thanks to all that have reviewed! Special thanks to my fav authors------and a Major Thanks to the people that beta-ed and have helped me so much: Catgirl26, Insane Dragon, Mia Skywalker, Spicekidd, Wataruo, and Wedge Antilles...All are phenomenal authors and very dear friends.
Disclaimers: Dragonball, Dragonball Z, Dragonball GT, etc. belong to Akiya Toriyama, TOEI Entertainment, FUNimation, Viz Communications, Irwin Toys, Pioneer (for videos of early DBZ), etc. etc. The song "Cuts You Up"** is referred to by Peter Murphy so give him the credit since it belongs to him----
Vegeta's personal reflections as he thinks over the flashbacks in his mind are bracketed by . Song Lyrics are in italics.
STARRY NIGHT-- THE LEAVING OF CAPSULE CORPORATION
Part One: "Look for what seems out of place"**
I find you in the morning... after dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself over me like the sun through the blinds
You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
"Hold the secret close", I hear you say
Drifting in the dark, secret sea of space, stars and time.
At no other time of his life did he ever feel more at peace than during these moments. The capsule sliced through midnight curtains with ease---- the gentle rocking only served to lull and soothe. This was the one time that the Saiyan no Ouji was himself---- where thoughts took form and shape, and coalesced into a separate being---the true and inner part of him.
How it all happened still puzzled him.
One day everything had been relatively simple----well as simple as it could get with that insufferable Woman. How she had managed to survive this long without dying still confused him.
His thoughts drifted back, trying to pinpoint exactly when and how it all began. After the Mating, the little majo should have calmed down enough to let him train. Did she *want* to die in the short 1 and 1/2 years left to them? A warrior's goal was to know the enemy. This he had done, he felt, most admirably; he was sleeping with the enemy.
~~~~*FlashBack*~~~~
Mid-February. He was training as usual, and would be occupied with that for quite sometime. Shimatta Onna constantly complained that his training hours seemed longer, but with the threat of the Androids looming closer each passing day there was no choice. It wasn't unusual for him to train all night long, and often he had fallen asleep in the gravity room after numerous sessions. One thing he knew was that they both treasured the few nights he was able to come to bed.
Damned wench had become increasingly waspish for some reason. There had always been contention between them, which was actually sort of amusing; but lately it seemed heightened. Mornings were agonizing because she was always flying to the bathroom getting sick; hitting her wave after wave. He merely scoffed at this---Chikyuu-jins! These petty creatures and their illnesses made him wonder whether training was a waste---but then he and his Mate needed someplace to survive. No. Practical thing was to train. Besides, he couldn't let Kakkarot die now could he? That pleasure would be reserved to HIM, Prince of all the Saiyans, not some baka bucket of bolts.
You know the way it throws about.
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
To conquer it, to feel you're higher
To follow it you must be clean,
With mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place
"Bulma, honey, they're here!" Mrs. Brief's said, cheery as usual.
"Great 'Kaasan! I have the tea ready." Bulma smiled.
Tea! That was all the infernal wench could keep down. Pah! Weaklings! No wonder she was fainting at any given moment of the day. A Saiyan would be dead within the space of a few hours living like that----baka woman. Nevertheless, it concerned him, and that made him even more furious. It wasn't like her, the feisty little one he called his Mate, to give in to these things.
Mrs. Briefs led Goku in where tea had been set up and bid him sit down. "Goku, honey, you said you had some visitors coming with you today. Where are they? Bulma has laid tea for six! Of course Veggie-chan never comes in for tea. I wonder why that is? You know that poor boy trains so much and we hardly see him. He is so cute! But really a hard person to get to know...you know what I mean Goku?"
Goku merely nodded and smiled. "Yeah, he is---but he is great in a fight. Listen, I have the others outside, so I'll go get them. I just want to warn you it may be a bit of a surprise at first, but it is important."
With a brilliant smile, Mrs. Briefs giggled, "That's okay, hon'. I know it'll be just fine. As long as you're here everything's gonna be all right."
Goku turned and silently strode back to the massive, white front entry doors and let in two dark figures. After taking coats and placing them on the coat rack, he brought the two surprise guests to see Mrs. Briefs first. " Here we are! Muten Roshi, Yamcha? C'mon, Bulma and her mom have tea all ready."
Mrs. Briefs paled visibly," Uhm, Goku, sweetie? Do you think this is such a good idea?" She threw a wary glance at Yamcha.
Master Roshi snorted, " 'Course it's a good idea! I'M here to protect you..." and leered appreciatively at the blonde matriarch of Capsule Corporation.
" Heeheehee! Well, if you say so, then follow me," she giggled leading the way to the living room.
They all filed in to the central room, to see Bulma arranging teacups and foodstuffs on a low table. When she looked up, however, her face went a pasty white.
" Master Roshi, Yamcha, well.... uh.... this.... uh.... IS a surprise!" Her voice was shaky, and uncertain.
Goku interjected, "Bulma, it's okay. They are here for Yamcha to check in for his appointed meeting downtown."
It was then in a low quiet voice that Yamcha spoke up to Master Roshi, " May I sensei? I really want to set everything right again."
Roshi frowned deeply and looked to Bulma and her mother, "Yamcha would like to say a few things to you both and particularly to you Bulma. Would that be alright?"
Bulma's mother merely shook her head in a confused yes, but looked to her daughter for the real affirmation. "Honey, what do you think?"
"It's okay mom." She then cautiously glanced at Yamcha, " Go ahead Yamcha. I'm listening."
His voice was rather melodious, and carried with it a mournful edge," Bulma, I just wanted to apologize for everything that's happened. I really wasn't thinking clear during that time, and most of that was due to the threat of the Androids. I just was angry and embarrassed about what happened during Halloween. I got the feeling that I was sacrificing my life on the line for people that really didn't understand me, nor cared. Something just snapped inside, and while I know that doesn't take away from what I have done in the least; I wanted you to know that I was very sorry. Despite what anyone thinks, I really do care about you and I hope that you will at least accept my apology. Both of you..." Yamcha glanced briefly at Bulma's mother and then grew quiet.
The air was palpable with a heavy silence.
For a long time Bulma merely stared down at her teacup. She finally set it down with a decided little clack against the table and rose. Striding ever so gracefully up to her ex-boyfriend she glanced down at him with a mixture of curiosity and sorrow, "Yamcha...I don't pretend to understand why you did what you did, but I know that I care about you too. I always have and, yes, I can accept your apology." With that she reached down with small hands outstretched toward the dark-haired, former desert bandit. He glanced up with dark eyes filled with hope; a hope that none of them saw since before he had been killed by Vegeta.
Yamcha cautiously outstretched both hands and reached for those delicate fingers that offered redemption. Bulma grasped his hands firmly and pulled to motion him to stand. She then reached with small arms around him, and pulled Yamcha into a warm embrace. Everyone in the room remained deadly silent, as these two began to rebuild what once was thought to be lost forever.
From the dark recesses of the hallway there then came a low growling sound, which began to crescendo to a hateful snarl. Advancing from the shadows, standing with the air of a King------was Vegeta.
Yeah on and on it goes, calling like a distant wind
Through the zero hour we'll walk... cut the thick and break the thin
No sound to break, no moment clear
When all the doubts are crystal clear
Crashing hard into the secret wind
You know the way it twists and turns
Changing colour, spinning yarns
You know the way it leaves you dry
It cuts you up; it takes you high
You know the way it's painted gold
Is it honey? Is it cold?
You know the way it throws about.
It takes you in and spits you out.
Oh, (Cuts You Up). Oh, (Cuts You Up), Oh, (Cuts You Up)