___Chapter 65____ Apathy sucks
~~~NOTE- My compy was being re-done there, couldn't access it for quite some time. That's why I was gone so long. sorry 'bout that...
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Uh... Oo Language flag on this chapter- there's an argument here, and it gets a bit... colorful //.^() Musical inspiration- "Dark blue" and "Too late", No Doubt ~~~
"WHAT the HELL did you think you were doing, damnit!!? I can't believe you could act like such an asshole! And to HER, of ALL people!"
It had been five hours since the rain ended, and now nightfall had come again. Videl hadn't done much but drink, and had refused to speak to Bulma, who had been too busy trying to reassure Puar to deal with anyone else. But now was different.
"I SAID to ANSWER me, DAMNIT!"
At this point, Bulma had tried asking nicely again, but Videl wouldn't speak, and only opened her mouth once- to spit in her face. That, coupled with the image burnt into her mind of Puar's little face streaked with tears and a line of blood from her broken nose, was too much. Now, Videl found herself pinned against the back wall of the kitchen, those blue eyes staring her down.
"So, are you going to tell me why you were such a bitch to her?"
And Videl would only stare right back at her.
Bulma
was
Pissed.
"Why should I?"
---
He watched absentmindedly as Gohan put away the capsule house again and took to where the others were. When they called out to him, Vegeta yawned loudly, making quite a show of stretching before rising into the air.
Cocking an eyeridge, Oboe (and she was, for the moment- she hadn't transformed yet) asked "And why, pray tell, are you so tired?"
"Because."
"'caus why?" piped in Lute, who still had a faint ear-to-ear grin on his face.
Smirking sarcastically, he replied, not feeling easy enough with what was going on to tell the truth- "You were snoring."
"WHAT??"
One look at that face was too much, and the sayia-jin no oujisan (prince) fell over on his ass laughing. That had made him feel a lot better- damn, he was starting to really like that kid. So with a smile, he brushed his hand through his inch-and-a-half of hair and took off with them.
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Stars swam across her vision, throbbing along with her head, the black-and-white explosion filling her sight for at least five seconds before blurring out. It took her mind a few seconds to realize what had happened- Bulma had slapped her, hard.
Once she could see a bit straighter (as straight as it was gonna get, that is, after she'd drank so much), she glared darkly at her. Then, for the first time in a long time, she opened her mouth, only whispering eight small words-
"Do you really think you want to know?"
At that, Bulma almost hesitated before replying "Yeah."
A few seconds later, she'd wished she had.
"You really want to know, do you? In actuality, it's got nothing to do with the girl. I was angry, and she was there. That's all she's got to do with it. But you wanna know why I was angry, right?"
Silence.
"Am I RIGHT?"
"Yeah, yeah, just get on with it already, Videl."
"Everything we're forced to do now- everything we've been suffering for weeks, so much of this shit, is all due to the same damned thing, the same damned person, it's all one person's fault!!"
The blue-haired woman's eyes blinked twice in confusion- Videl was seeming to ramble, her voice rushed despite the slurring. There really WAS something eating at her... still perplexed, she asked again "Are you alright?", not quite conscious of the fact that she was treading through eggshells.
Or that she'd just trampled on them.
"Am I alright?" Videl asked back, but before there could be a reply, she shouted again "Am I ALRIGHT? NO, I am NOT ALRIGHT!!"
Stunned by the way she had jumped back to her feet, her voice roaring out, Bulma could only watch with wide eyes as was spilled out before her something that had been long coming-
"It's all HIS f~~~~ing fault!!!! I swear, ever since I met him, I've HATED him!! All he's ever done is screw things up, be a f~~~~ing jackass, and steal my Gohan!!! Every time he sees me, I can feel the resentment coming off him, and he f~~~~ing stares me down with those f~~~~ing eyes of his! He hates me as much as I hate him, always has!! No WONDER he has no f~~~~ing friends! Nobody wants to be NEAR that monster! I've got no clue how she can stay with him, she's such a sweet thing, and then you've got HIM! All he really cares about is fighting, not any of us!! And he's trying to steal my Gohan away, trying to make him like HIM!! That's why he hates me, he wants my Gohan, he wants to take him from me, but I won't f~~~~ing let him! I won't let him!!!! If I could, I'd have KILLED him by now!! F~~~~ing BASTARD! Even when he's DEAD, he STILL steals my Gohan-chan!!! I swear, I wish he would just do us all a f~~~~ing favor and STAY dead!!!"
Bulma stared in silence as Videl ranted on, cursing left and right, her voice mixed between a scream and a drunken slur. She was loosing it..... But this wasn't all some drunken ramble, and though his name was not once spoken, every word screamed it.
Videl kept ranting. Bulma said nothing.
Ten minutes later, the girl with the ebony hair was still standing there, her audience long gone, though she barely seemed to notice.
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"Ok, ok, where's this next stupid village again?"
"Not that far, actually. Only a couple of miles."
"MILES????? WHAT???"
"Um... Vegeta.... don't do that please."
"WHY??"
"Because you're not looking where you're going when you close your eyes and scream like that, you might just-"
*WUMP*
"........ hit a tree........"
---
From his current viewpoint, everything seemed rather upsi-down to the sayianjin prince. Why, was a simple answer. He only wished that he'd hit it harder, then maybe he'd be temporarily deaf and not have to hear the mocking laughter that had exploded above. Furrowing his brow, he swallowed his pride and flopped over to get upwards again.......
And was greeted with a 'splat'. He hadn't noticed the mud puddle.
As if that wasn't enough, the laughter redoubled overhead, nearly bringing the three out of the sky. Vegeta, dripping wet with the stuff, could only glare at them for the longest time, hoping to intimidate them into silence. No such luck. In agitation, he slammed his fists down- to be greeted with yet another 'splash'.
Intrigued, he tried it again. He was right- there was alot more mud left. A grin passed his features as he scooped some up in his glove and narrowed his eyes, making sure he got the alignment just right.....
*SPLAT*
Oboe's face instantly contorted with horrified shock as she jerked her head down, staring at the dark blotch on her leg. Narrowing her borrowed eyes (as she had changed again), she was about to shout something, but Vegeta's aim proved very true- and she got a fistful of the stuff straight into her open mouth instead.
Grinning at the splattered figure above, Vegeta raised his arms in victory, crying out "HA!!! Take THAT!!" as he swung a massive blotch propelled by his chi- it hit dead-on target, drenching it. He sat back for a moment, relishing his victory. Feh, that onna wasn't gonna show HIM up!!!
That is, before another ball of mud smacked him right in the back of the head. Swerving around, he was greeted by a glob of the stuff straight in his face, and Piccolo's sarcastic laughter- "HA yourself!! You wanna fight, let's fight!!!"
"Heh....... bring it on!"
---
Elsewhere, another head was shaking, clicking it's tongue in that "tsk, tsk" scolding manner that everyone hates to hear, and the voice called out to the only other there in a sing-song, jeering manner-
"I tried to tell you, don't play with fire."
"SHUTUP."
"Why? I think I deserve this, after what you did to me earlier. I try to help you, and you-"
"SHUTUP! Stop gloating, ok? I thought you were suppose to be compassionate."
"I thought you were suppose to be strong."
That one hurt.
The soul buried his head further in his hands, wishing that he was again alone in the Darkness. That was nowhere near as painful as what he now endured- there had been noone to speak to, but there had been noone to mock him.
Feeling forced to defend himself, he pulled his face from his palms and shouted back spontaneously "Well, at least I don't kick people when they're -" He stopped, the words freezing on his lips.
But Neru finished his sentence.
"As a matter of fact, I think you did. I rather remember you kicking me when I was down. If Kami hadn't waken you up, you would have murdered me. So you passed your rage onto him, nearly killed the poor man from grief, and to make sure you wouldn't feel bad about doing it, you let the other side of your mind have a bigger hold. But it wasn't happy with just a little, was it? It took over your body, and now here you sit, helpless and hopeless, a prisoner within your own mind, and everything you had going for you- a family, friends, everything- is lost to you because you let hatred take over for some old grudge. You truly are pathetic, Piccolo."
~~~NOTE- My compy was being re-done there, couldn't access it for quite some time. That's why I was gone so long. sorry 'bout that...
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Uh... Oo Language flag on this chapter- there's an argument here, and it gets a bit... colorful //.^() Musical inspiration- "Dark blue" and "Too late", No Doubt ~~~
"WHAT the HELL did you think you were doing, damnit!!? I can't believe you could act like such an asshole! And to HER, of ALL people!"
It had been five hours since the rain ended, and now nightfall had come again. Videl hadn't done much but drink, and had refused to speak to Bulma, who had been too busy trying to reassure Puar to deal with anyone else. But now was different.
"I SAID to ANSWER me, DAMNIT!"
At this point, Bulma had tried asking nicely again, but Videl wouldn't speak, and only opened her mouth once- to spit in her face. That, coupled with the image burnt into her mind of Puar's little face streaked with tears and a line of blood from her broken nose, was too much. Now, Videl found herself pinned against the back wall of the kitchen, those blue eyes staring her down.
"So, are you going to tell me why you were such a bitch to her?"
And Videl would only stare right back at her.
Bulma
was
Pissed.
"Why should I?"
---
He watched absentmindedly as Gohan put away the capsule house again and took to where the others were. When they called out to him, Vegeta yawned loudly, making quite a show of stretching before rising into the air.
Cocking an eyeridge, Oboe (and she was, for the moment- she hadn't transformed yet) asked "And why, pray tell, are you so tired?"
"Because."
"'caus why?" piped in Lute, who still had a faint ear-to-ear grin on his face.
Smirking sarcastically, he replied, not feeling easy enough with what was going on to tell the truth- "You were snoring."
"WHAT??"
One look at that face was too much, and the sayia-jin no oujisan (prince) fell over on his ass laughing. That had made him feel a lot better- damn, he was starting to really like that kid. So with a smile, he brushed his hand through his inch-and-a-half of hair and took off with them.
---
Stars swam across her vision, throbbing along with her head, the black-and-white explosion filling her sight for at least five seconds before blurring out. It took her mind a few seconds to realize what had happened- Bulma had slapped her, hard.
Once she could see a bit straighter (as straight as it was gonna get, that is, after she'd drank so much), she glared darkly at her. Then, for the first time in a long time, she opened her mouth, only whispering eight small words-
"Do you really think you want to know?"
At that, Bulma almost hesitated before replying "Yeah."
A few seconds later, she'd wished she had.
"You really want to know, do you? In actuality, it's got nothing to do with the girl. I was angry, and she was there. That's all she's got to do with it. But you wanna know why I was angry, right?"
Silence.
"Am I RIGHT?"
"Yeah, yeah, just get on with it already, Videl."
"Everything we're forced to do now- everything we've been suffering for weeks, so much of this shit, is all due to the same damned thing, the same damned person, it's all one person's fault!!"
The blue-haired woman's eyes blinked twice in confusion- Videl was seeming to ramble, her voice rushed despite the slurring. There really WAS something eating at her... still perplexed, she asked again "Are you alright?", not quite conscious of the fact that she was treading through eggshells.
Or that she'd just trampled on them.
"Am I alright?" Videl asked back, but before there could be a reply, she shouted again "Am I ALRIGHT? NO, I am NOT ALRIGHT!!"
Stunned by the way she had jumped back to her feet, her voice roaring out, Bulma could only watch with wide eyes as was spilled out before her something that had been long coming-
"It's all HIS f~~~~ing fault!!!! I swear, ever since I met him, I've HATED him!! All he's ever done is screw things up, be a f~~~~ing jackass, and steal my Gohan!!! Every time he sees me, I can feel the resentment coming off him, and he f~~~~ing stares me down with those f~~~~ing eyes of his! He hates me as much as I hate him, always has!! No WONDER he has no f~~~~ing friends! Nobody wants to be NEAR that monster! I've got no clue how she can stay with him, she's such a sweet thing, and then you've got HIM! All he really cares about is fighting, not any of us!! And he's trying to steal my Gohan away, trying to make him like HIM!! That's why he hates me, he wants my Gohan, he wants to take him from me, but I won't f~~~~ing let him! I won't let him!!!! If I could, I'd have KILLED him by now!! F~~~~ing BASTARD! Even when he's DEAD, he STILL steals my Gohan-chan!!! I swear, I wish he would just do us all a f~~~~ing favor and STAY dead!!!"
Bulma stared in silence as Videl ranted on, cursing left and right, her voice mixed between a scream and a drunken slur. She was loosing it..... But this wasn't all some drunken ramble, and though his name was not once spoken, every word screamed it.
Videl kept ranting. Bulma said nothing.
Ten minutes later, the girl with the ebony hair was still standing there, her audience long gone, though she barely seemed to notice.
---
"Ok, ok, where's this next stupid village again?"
"Not that far, actually. Only a couple of miles."
"MILES????? WHAT???"
"Um... Vegeta.... don't do that please."
"WHY??"
"Because you're not looking where you're going when you close your eyes and scream like that, you might just-"
*WUMP*
"........ hit a tree........"
---
From his current viewpoint, everything seemed rather upsi-down to the sayianjin prince. Why, was a simple answer. He only wished that he'd hit it harder, then maybe he'd be temporarily deaf and not have to hear the mocking laughter that had exploded above. Furrowing his brow, he swallowed his pride and flopped over to get upwards again.......
And was greeted with a 'splat'. He hadn't noticed the mud puddle.
As if that wasn't enough, the laughter redoubled overhead, nearly bringing the three out of the sky. Vegeta, dripping wet with the stuff, could only glare at them for the longest time, hoping to intimidate them into silence. No such luck. In agitation, he slammed his fists down- to be greeted with yet another 'splash'.
Intrigued, he tried it again. He was right- there was alot more mud left. A grin passed his features as he scooped some up in his glove and narrowed his eyes, making sure he got the alignment just right.....
*SPLAT*
Oboe's face instantly contorted with horrified shock as she jerked her head down, staring at the dark blotch on her leg. Narrowing her borrowed eyes (as she had changed again), she was about to shout something, but Vegeta's aim proved very true- and she got a fistful of the stuff straight into her open mouth instead.
Grinning at the splattered figure above, Vegeta raised his arms in victory, crying out "HA!!! Take THAT!!" as he swung a massive blotch propelled by his chi- it hit dead-on target, drenching it. He sat back for a moment, relishing his victory. Feh, that onna wasn't gonna show HIM up!!!
That is, before another ball of mud smacked him right in the back of the head. Swerving around, he was greeted by a glob of the stuff straight in his face, and Piccolo's sarcastic laughter- "HA yourself!! You wanna fight, let's fight!!!"
"Heh....... bring it on!"
---
Elsewhere, another head was shaking, clicking it's tongue in that "tsk, tsk" scolding manner that everyone hates to hear, and the voice called out to the only other there in a sing-song, jeering manner-
"I tried to tell you, don't play with fire."
"SHUTUP."
"Why? I think I deserve this, after what you did to me earlier. I try to help you, and you-"
"SHUTUP! Stop gloating, ok? I thought you were suppose to be compassionate."
"I thought you were suppose to be strong."
That one hurt.
The soul buried his head further in his hands, wishing that he was again alone in the Darkness. That was nowhere near as painful as what he now endured- there had been noone to speak to, but there had been noone to mock him.
Feeling forced to defend himself, he pulled his face from his palms and shouted back spontaneously "Well, at least I don't kick people when they're -" He stopped, the words freezing on his lips.
But Neru finished his sentence.
"As a matter of fact, I think you did. I rather remember you kicking me when I was down. If Kami hadn't waken you up, you would have murdered me. So you passed your rage onto him, nearly killed the poor man from grief, and to make sure you wouldn't feel bad about doing it, you let the other side of your mind have a bigger hold. But it wasn't happy with just a little, was it? It took over your body, and now here you sit, helpless and hopeless, a prisoner within your own mind, and everything you had going for you- a family, friends, everything- is lost to you because you let hatred take over for some old grudge. You truly are pathetic, Piccolo."