Authors Note: Okay! You've weedled it out of me. You're getting a second chapter. I can't guarantee how good it'll be...
I'm Alive - Chapter 2
He stumbled back in astonishment. His arms ... Was he really dead? But, why was he here and not being judged by Enma-Daio? Was this what Hell was like? Watching everyone live without you -- watch what you're missing. It was a cruel game.
He ran from the room and down one of the brightly lit hallways. He passed an open door, glancing inside. Then, he saw something that interested him.
With silent steps that were by pure instinct, he entered the room.
Trunks, his first son, was sound asleep on a bed beside his best friend , Goten. Trunks was a bit scuffed up from his earlier fall, but otherwise okay... Vegita was almost surpised to feel relieved. He hadn't been worried whether the boy was okay earlier, why now?
Trunks stirred in his sleep. Vegita stared, then reached out to brush his soft purple hair out of his face, then stopped when Trunks' eyes snapped open.
The boy looked up, then his eyes widened to the size of saucers.
"D-Dad?" he stammered.
"You can see me?" Vegita asked quietly.
Trunks nodded. He hopped off the bed and ambled closer to his father. He reached out to touch Vegita's gloved hand. Vegita did the same. Like it had with Bulma, Vegita's hand slipped through his.
"What's wrong with you, Dad?" Trunks quiried innocently.
Vegita turned his head to the side, keeping one eye on the boy. "I'm dead."
Trunks wasn't satisfied with Vegita's answer. "B-But ... What happened? What about Majin Buu? WHAT HAPPENED?!"
"I DIED TRYING TO KILL HIM!" Vegita spat. His fists clenched as he reminisced the pain of the moment.
Suddenly, tears started to streak Trunks' tanned skin. He threw himself against his father, trying to hug him. He fell to the floor behind the Princeling. He rested his head on folded arms and sobbed loudly, "You can't be dead ... You just can't."
Vegita knelt down and placed his hand above Trunks' back, afraid to touch him. Slowly, he opened his mouth to speak, "You have to be strong, Trunks ... You've got to take care of your Mother ..."
Trunks looked up at him. Again his eyes widened. "Dad ... You're fading ... Stop it!"
Vegita looked at his hand and saw Trunks was right. He could barely see his hand now. A smile crept across his lips.
"I'll say it once more, Trunks, and you'd better listen ..." He arose to his feet, wary that he could no longer see them. "Have a nice life."
Trunks got back to his knees, and he reached his hand out. Vegita felt a tear trickle down his cheek as he extended his arm.
For a brief moment, Trunks felt a sensation of cold as his finger's brushed Vegita's. In that second, Vegita disappeared, and his single crystal tear landed on the floor.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* Well? What do you think? Reply now ... ^_^ And I have an idea for Chapter 3, that might end the story ... or this might be the end. You never know.
I'm Alive - Chapter 2
He stumbled back in astonishment. His arms ... Was he really dead? But, why was he here and not being judged by Enma-Daio? Was this what Hell was like? Watching everyone live without you -- watch what you're missing. It was a cruel game.
He ran from the room and down one of the brightly lit hallways. He passed an open door, glancing inside. Then, he saw something that interested him.
With silent steps that were by pure instinct, he entered the room.
Trunks, his first son, was sound asleep on a bed beside his best friend , Goten. Trunks was a bit scuffed up from his earlier fall, but otherwise okay... Vegita was almost surpised to feel relieved. He hadn't been worried whether the boy was okay earlier, why now?
Trunks stirred in his sleep. Vegita stared, then reached out to brush his soft purple hair out of his face, then stopped when Trunks' eyes snapped open.
The boy looked up, then his eyes widened to the size of saucers.
"D-Dad?" he stammered.
"You can see me?" Vegita asked quietly.
Trunks nodded. He hopped off the bed and ambled closer to his father. He reached out to touch Vegita's gloved hand. Vegita did the same. Like it had with Bulma, Vegita's hand slipped through his.
"What's wrong with you, Dad?" Trunks quiried innocently.
Vegita turned his head to the side, keeping one eye on the boy. "I'm dead."
Trunks wasn't satisfied with Vegita's answer. "B-But ... What happened? What about Majin Buu? WHAT HAPPENED?!"
"I DIED TRYING TO KILL HIM!" Vegita spat. His fists clenched as he reminisced the pain of the moment.
Suddenly, tears started to streak Trunks' tanned skin. He threw himself against his father, trying to hug him. He fell to the floor behind the Princeling. He rested his head on folded arms and sobbed loudly, "You can't be dead ... You just can't."
Vegita knelt down and placed his hand above Trunks' back, afraid to touch him. Slowly, he opened his mouth to speak, "You have to be strong, Trunks ... You've got to take care of your Mother ..."
Trunks looked up at him. Again his eyes widened. "Dad ... You're fading ... Stop it!"
Vegita looked at his hand and saw Trunks was right. He could barely see his hand now. A smile crept across his lips.
"I'll say it once more, Trunks, and you'd better listen ..." He arose to his feet, wary that he could no longer see them. "Have a nice life."
Trunks got back to his knees, and he reached his hand out. Vegita felt a tear trickle down his cheek as he extended his arm.
For a brief moment, Trunks felt a sensation of cold as his finger's brushed Vegita's. In that second, Vegita disappeared, and his single crystal tear landed on the floor.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* Well? What do you think? Reply now ... ^_^ And I have an idea for Chapter 3, that might end the story ... or this might be the end. You never know.