Soliloquy in the
Dark
Chapter Five
Disclaimer: For
once, the disclaimer is coming first. And I actually remembered it this time. I
own soooo many of the DBZ characters. No, really. And I'm stinking rich, and
there goes a flying pig.
Thanx to everyone
who reviewed my last fic. You are once again, shiny-happy people. I need to get
a new way to thank you don't I. Sorry about the late posting of the last fic,
but we were really busy. I was also recently banned from the net except for 20
mins to read e's and then the comp went down anyway as a result of NTL getting
something wrong and also bcoz of my da's networking. Instead of the usual
pressie 2 everyone who reviews, you can give me a request and I'll try to make
it. Sayonara.
Vegeta had retreated to the relative safety of the
roof. He wasn't about to let Bulma delve so far into his inner thoughts at the
moment. He didn't want anyone to know too much about him at all. Once you let
people understand you, you were immediately putting yourself in a very
vulnerable position. If people knew how to manipulate you, he had learned, they
would, and allowing someone to have that kind of power over you was something
that could be fatal to someone in Vegeta's former line of work… Frieza had
shown him that anyway.
Frieza hadn't understood the boy Vegeta had once been,
but Frieza's own creation, the killer he had become was a product of Frieza's
own doing and the manipulative powers he had beaten into his creation was
enormous.
Vegeta hugged his knees and stared at nothing. Was
what he had heard true? Did he really not have a soul? Growling, he scolded
himself. What a stupid question. It didn't need to be asked. Whether or not his
soul existed was of no consequence to him. As long as he was alive and strong
was all that mattered. He had been very depressed lately, but thinking of the
past wasn't going to change it. Frieza was no longer around and he had a goal
to reach. He was determined to show that he could reach his goal no matter
what, and the absence of his soul would not hold him back. He stood up
resolutely. He still had his power. He could fulfill his people's legends and
that would silence the corpses in his dreams once and for all.
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Bulma had made herself a well-deserved cup of coffee
and was sitting at the kitchen table drinking it. She didn't know where Vegeta
was and neither did she care. He hadn't thanked her after she had gone to all
that effort to help him, but she wasn't going to let him get at her. He wanted
a rise out of her and she'd kill herself before she gave him the satisfaction
of seeing her completely lose it over something so trivial. She had other
things on her mind. Like what she was going to do to fill her days now?
She had been busy with work after she had finally
dumped Yamcha, but now that she had perfected a new model she had nothing left
to do. She drummed her fingers on the table and absently took another sip of
her coffee. *Maybe I could go see what the others are doing? *
She thought. She hadn't seen Tien or Chaot-zu or any of the others in ages. And
Goku was still missing. *I wonder when he's going to come back. Poor Chichi.
I know she misses him. * Her friend had been pretty down since she had
heard that Goku didn't want to come back. She decided that the best way to
spend her time would be to make her friend get out a bit. She had been cooped
up in that house for too long. *I know… * Bulma thought. *We'll go
down to a karate class or something. That way we can both stay fit and know
some of what or friends are doing. It's always a good idea to know how to
defend yourself. *
So saying, she finished her coffee and phoned her
friend.
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Chichi sighed as she collapsed into an armchair. She
had spent most of the day cleaning up, making dinner and trying to get Gohan to
study and she was exhausted. It seemed that she was tired all the time
nowadays. She turned her head towards a picture of her wayward husband and
picked it up. She stared at it for a long time, milling hundreds of thoughts in
her mind.
*When is he going to come back? Hasn't he been away
for long enough without staying out in space for Kami knows what reason. And in
the meantime, Gohan's growing up without a father. He needs a role model. Not
that a man who abandons his family to stay in space is much of a role model. *
Chichi was confused when she saw a bead of water drip
onto the glass and roll slowly down the front of the picture. She realized she
was crying, silently, but in streams. Since she had heard that Goku had opted
to stay in space, she had struggled to stay her grief until he came home. She
wanted to show him how much grief he was putting her through. But although she
was a strong, she couldn't keep it up forever. So she finally broke down and
cried to herself. Alone in an armchair with only a picture of the person she
wanted to be with more than life itself.
I'm sorry this
chapter was so short people, but I'm having major, major writer's block as far
as this fic is concerned. I can do one of a few things. I can carry on writing
as much as possible, but the chapters will be out less quickly and the standard
will go down. I could post a few chapters of my other fic until I get on top of
this one. I would gladly receive any short dialogue, etc, to get me rolling, or
I'll wait until I get on top of things and then post the next chapter, which
may take a while depending on how the block goes. Sup to you people. See ya.