Welcome to chapter 3, everyone! I was really happy with the way the last chapter turned out. Hopefully, some of your questions will be answered with this one.

By the way, some...oh, I'll be civil and say...one flamed me. Twice, at that. First of all, what kind of IDIOT reviews a fic they haven't read?? The second review actually had the words "oh come on"... Please, people. If you haven't any kind of experience in a mature ralationship, then it is going to be hard to form the concept of why a destined couple would split up.

Am I bitter about it?? I was, but then again, this kid was probably some 12 year old teeny bopper, who lucky for her, was smart enough NOT to sign the review, because if I can't spam, I sure as hell ain't gonna let anyone else get away with it.

So anyway, sorry it's taken me so long...I've been through a lot lately. Phone problems, shows, ect...

THE NOTES

1. The song for this chapter..."Angie" By the Rolling Stones. (A classic, if I do say so myself.)

2. (and this is the important one) I changed all the Angie's to Angel's, for obvious reasons. Remember, I said I had the right to alter the songs as I saw fit. So, don't gimme any grief about it.


Angel, Angel, when will those clouds all disappear?
Angel, Angel, where will it lead us from here?

Gohan looked around the empty room. They had never had very much. They hadn't wanted it. All they had needed was each other. And now, she was gone.

He walked into the small room, and picked up a familiar object.


With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied

Videl clutched the glossy black and white picture in her hand.

"So beautiful," she murmured.

It was perfect. Absolutely without flaw.

She touched her stomach, and watched the photograph intently.


But Angel, Angel, you can't say we never tried
Angel, you're beautiful...

Gohan hugged the teddy bear tightly.

The unfinished nursery, done accordingly in soft pinks.

It had been Videl's pride and joy.


...but ain't it time we said good-bye?
Angel, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried?

She let the tears flow down her face, and onto the small projection of light.

"Ruined. Like everything else." She ripped the picture in half, as the sobs shook her body.

The place inside, empty for so long, still felt so tender. She pressed harder on that spot, hoping for the slightest movement, or sign of life.

Nothing.

Just a void.


"Mr. Son, there was a complication." Gohan was remembering that night...the night it all happened.

"What is it? Is Videl okay?"

"Your wife's fine, Sir." He swallowed.

"The baby?"

"Lost."

*All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke*

He walked calmly into her hospital room.

She smiled weakly. "Gohan? Where's the baby? They won't let me see her. Is she in trouble?"

He sat by her. "Videl...she's gone."

*Let me whisper in your ear:
Angel, Angel, where will it lead us from here?*


Oh, Angel, don't you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes

Why did it have to hurt so bad? It was all for his sake. She should be happy she was saving him from a life of sadness.

He had a chance move on.

A chance to forget...

But Angel, Angel, ain't it time we said good-bye?


But Angel, I still love you, baby

Videl had set him free.

But how could she expect him to move on?

One always wants what he or she can't have...

Everywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't a woman that comes close to you

And all Gohan wanted was her.


She curled up onto her bed, the same she had used as a child.

"You'll get through this, Gohan. You're strong."

Come on Baby, dry your eyes


But Angel, Angel, ain't it good to be alive?

One day, she would find the strength to get over it. One day, she would be happy again. And they would be together.

Angel, Angel, they can't say we never tried.


THANKS TO ALL MY NICE REVIEWERS! YOU GUYS ARE SO GREAT! I'M SORRY I DIDN'T PERSONALIZE THESE, BUT I'M KINDA IN A HURRY, AND I WANNA POST IT NOW, SO THANKS AGAIN!


By the way, I know I ranted a bit up there, but I honestly do welcome CONSTRUCTIVE critiscism. (Preferably in the form of an e-mail.) What I don't welcome is people, who are obviously dubbies, never taking the time to research DB, with nothing better to do than slam someone because they actually have a couple of creative brain cells.