A Whole New World
© 2002 by SaiyaSith
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ…really!
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Broken furniture lay scattered across the living room floor as the only evidence of Vegeta's rant against fate. The Saiyan had thrown everything that had ever annoyed him into the walls in an effort to release some of his hostility. Destroying a planet would have been more pleasurable, but he knew that Bulma would have disapproved. Displaying temperance was Vegeta's way of honoring her memory.
After destroying the room, Vegeta felt up for lunch. He grunted as he pulled his catered food from the refrigerator. I didn't eat this good when she was here…He quickly suppressed that train of thought and went about devouring the fifteen containers that had been delivered for lunch. He smirked and wondered if his daughter would be happy that he was finally making use of her thoughtful idea. The Saiyan's idea of cleaning up was to pile the used containers into a special bin outside the door and vaporize the pile with his ki. Now, I think I have a few robots to destroy…Vegeta thought to himself. The dark-haired man flexed his arms and started stretching on his walk towards the door.
That night the Prince of all Saiyans started on his wife's diaries. He decided to read the last one first, to get an idea of what went through her head at the end of her life. He smirked when he saw that she chose to use the Saiyan yearly designation instead of Earth years. She had really loved him.
Diary of Bulma Vegeta-Briefs: June 28, Saiyan Calendar 2202
Dear Diary,
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. It seems like that's all I've been good for lately. I think It's time to give Vegeta his gift. It's been finished a while now, but I've just been too selfish to give it to him. I know that I'm not going to live forever, and I just want him with me to the end.
He deserves this, though. After all he's given up for me, for our family. He deserves the chance to have this. I can't keep it from him any longer, diary. Tomorrow's my birthday, so I think I'll surprise him with a present.
Vegeta stopped and stared at those words for the longest time. She hadn't lived long enough to go to her party. She had simply passed on in her sleep and died in the early hours of her birthday. What present?? What was she talking about?? He decided to look further back and search for answers.
Diary of Bulma Vegeta-Briefs: January 15, Saiyan Calendar 2202
Dear Diary,
Well, the Project has been completed now for two months and I still don't have the courage to tell him about it. I know I've spent the last decade of my life working on it without telling him. It's just so hard to tell him. I don't know what he's going to think. Will he love it? Hate it? Hate me? Will he think I've totally lost my mind? I've got so much invested in this project emotionally that I don't think I could take it if he rejects my gift to him. I just don't. Maybe I'll get the courage soon to tell him.
Vegeta was more confused than ever. What project?? What "gift"?? What was the Woman talking about?? She had been hiding this from him for more than a DECADE? What was so important to her that she couldn't risk his rejection of it? The Saiyan realized that he needed to get to the bottom of this mystery before it drove him completely insane.
Diary of Bulma Vegeta-Briefs: June 29, Saiyan Calendar 2201
Diary,
Today's my birthday. I am 89 years old! I can't believe it! I look older than Master Roshi now. Yeuch! At least Vegeta doesn't seem to mind. He is still as tender (in private) as he's always been. It does seem weird that he doesn't look a day older than when we met, but that's the way life goes sometimes. We're having a quiet party, just the gang and I. It'll be sad without Chi-Chi here this year. I can't believe she's really gone. Now her grandchildren carry on her legacy. Gohan even had her table photographed and the picture is framed and hanging in their living room. Not too many people understand, but I do. When the people you love are gone, you want to remember the happy times, the best times. I suppose they were all happiest at the table. Oh well. I wonder how people will remember me.
Silently, the Saiyan closed his eyes and took a moment to reign in his emotions. Rough hands flipped back a few more pages in the precious book.
Diary of Bulma Vegeta-Briefs: March 15, Saiyan Calendar 2200
Dear Diary,
I DID IT!!! I finally got the last of the equations solved and the programming bugs fixed in the Project! I am so happy!!! All that I've got left to do is start outfitting the ship and work out a retrieval device. I wonder what would happen if…nevermind. I'm so glad I figured out the matrix! Now, how will I explain this to Vegeta?? I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. For now, I think I'm going to celebrate.
The man frowned. Ship? What in HFIL WAS that woman working on? He was more confused now than ever. Suddenly, he had a thought. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out his "treasure capsule". The smoke cleared with a poof, and was replaced by a box. Vegeta found what he was looking for: the strange capsule marked with a tear drop. Is this the Project that she kept talking about? He wondered. He decided to read more and try to find out what he was dealing with before opening up what might prove to be Pandora's Box.
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A/N: Another chapter down, and this one a bit longer. I hoped you all liked it! Thanks for the reviews. I realize that the previous chapters have been horribly short. I promise to work on that for the future! Thanks a zillion for all the reviews and support! Off to start chapter 5…
