Author's Note: I'm back! And you're all thinking, "About damn time!" Well,
I had the worst disease ever, called writer's block, but not anymore. Now
all I need is motivation aka reviews! ROLL THAT STORY!
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Vegeta and Goku were in one of their sparring sessions. As Vegeta defended and added in a few of his own attacks, he could have sworn he saw Kimiko before his eyes. He blinked hard and opened his eyes, as Goku hit him square in the face and sent him flying.
"Vegeta, what's up? You seemed distracted today...Anything buggin' ya?" Goku asked, worried about his friend.
"I'm fine Kakarot, and it isn't any of your business," Vegeta said quickly.
"Whatever you say...Vegeta, I think we should call it quits. You probably just need to rest a little."
"Sure, whatever."
Goku left for home and Vegeta retreated to the kitchen to see what Bulma had cooked, but she wasn't there, so Vegeta went down into the basement, where she'd usual be, looked around, and didn't see her.
"Onna?" He walked into another room apart from the lab. There he found the Saiyan space pod he had arrived in his first time on Earth. Seeing it brought back memories, many, many memories.
Vegeta opened the hatch and looked inside, the same interior. Everything had been taken apart by Bulma. He looked through a few things, finding mostly old wires and such. Vegeta felt under the seat and pulled out a locket. It was old and rusted, as far as he could make out it had a "K" on it in the Saiyan language.
"Vegeta?"
"Huh?" Vegeta looked up quickly and bumped his head. It was Bulma.
"What are you doing down here?"
"I was looking for you. Where's my dinner?"
"I'll go start it now..." Bulma turned and headed upstairs. "Strange, Vegeta doesn't usual go down there," she thought to herself.
Vegeta started back up the stairs until an uneasy feeling came over him.
"Vegeta....my prince...." a voice called from nowhere. Vegeta looked around. There was no one, nor a ki level that he could sense. Vegeta simply dismissed this and went upstairs to eat.
Later that night, Vegeta was in his room getting ready for bed. Bulma was down in the basement working on her latest project, and when Vegeta came out of the bathroom and there she was, just as plain as day. He blinked hard, refusing to believe she could be there, but even after that, she was still there.
"You do recognize me. Don't you Vegeta?" the girl spoke to him. She couldn't be more than 18 or 19 years old, with short, choppy looking black hair, and dark eyes, much like Vegeta's.
Vegeta simple stood there, mesmerized. If he didn't know any better he'd swear it was Kimiko in room before him now, leaning against his dresser and picking up a few things on it, examining them, then setting them down once again.
"Kimiko....?" He questioned hesitantly.
"Your one and only." She smiled and started toward him. Vegeta simply couldn't believe his eyes. Either that was her, or he was going completely out of his mind!
"Wha...What are you doing here?"
"I'm just passing by, you know."
He was baffled in everyway possible. He was seeing what he reasoned must be a ghost. Vegeta always thought they were some stupid human idea, but here he was, talking to someone that didn't exist. "I'm going crazy!" Vegeta thought to himself.
"You're far from crazy, Vegeta," She said, walking to the window and looking at the full moon.
Vegeta just looked at her. After all these years...He'd thought he'd never see her again. She was dead...wasn't she? Or was she real. He started toward her, and put a hand out to touch her, just as the doorknob turned under Bulma's hand. Vegeta looked at the door as it opened, and when he turned back she was gone. She had disappeared as mysteriously as she had come.
"Vegeta? What are you doing up at this hour?" Bulma looked at Vegeta sleepily as she climbed into bed.
"Nothing." He turned off the lights and joined her.
The next morning, Vegeta woke early, as usual, to train. He had a lot on his mind.
"Am I going nuts? Was she real, or just a figment of my imagination?...This is stupid..." Vegeta was still having trouble believing all this. Who wouldn't?
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End A/N: I know, a short chapter, but if I get at least 2 reviews. (Two reviews! Come on now, that's pathetic! How hard can it be to say a few things?!?) I'll make it all up to you guys, so you know what to do. Hit that review button!
Ja ne!
Prefabricated Reviews: All you do is copy and paste. Then fill in what you think.
I thought the story was __________. So Far I like _________ most about the story. You should_______. Finally, ________.
There is that so hard??! If so, here are some more. Just Copy and paste.
Great! I loved it.
Very good story, write more soon!
It was ok, needs work.
I hated it. You should try something different.
You're THE best! You're a goddess! I love your awesome story writing powers! (o.O)
Eh....I'd rather see more.
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Vegeta and Goku were in one of their sparring sessions. As Vegeta defended and added in a few of his own attacks, he could have sworn he saw Kimiko before his eyes. He blinked hard and opened his eyes, as Goku hit him square in the face and sent him flying.
"Vegeta, what's up? You seemed distracted today...Anything buggin' ya?" Goku asked, worried about his friend.
"I'm fine Kakarot, and it isn't any of your business," Vegeta said quickly.
"Whatever you say...Vegeta, I think we should call it quits. You probably just need to rest a little."
"Sure, whatever."
Goku left for home and Vegeta retreated to the kitchen to see what Bulma had cooked, but she wasn't there, so Vegeta went down into the basement, where she'd usual be, looked around, and didn't see her.
"Onna?" He walked into another room apart from the lab. There he found the Saiyan space pod he had arrived in his first time on Earth. Seeing it brought back memories, many, many memories.
Vegeta opened the hatch and looked inside, the same interior. Everything had been taken apart by Bulma. He looked through a few things, finding mostly old wires and such. Vegeta felt under the seat and pulled out a locket. It was old and rusted, as far as he could make out it had a "K" on it in the Saiyan language.
"Vegeta?"
"Huh?" Vegeta looked up quickly and bumped his head. It was Bulma.
"What are you doing down here?"
"I was looking for you. Where's my dinner?"
"I'll go start it now..." Bulma turned and headed upstairs. "Strange, Vegeta doesn't usual go down there," she thought to herself.
Vegeta started back up the stairs until an uneasy feeling came over him.
"Vegeta....my prince...." a voice called from nowhere. Vegeta looked around. There was no one, nor a ki level that he could sense. Vegeta simply dismissed this and went upstairs to eat.
Later that night, Vegeta was in his room getting ready for bed. Bulma was down in the basement working on her latest project, and when Vegeta came out of the bathroom and there she was, just as plain as day. He blinked hard, refusing to believe she could be there, but even after that, she was still there.
"You do recognize me. Don't you Vegeta?" the girl spoke to him. She couldn't be more than 18 or 19 years old, with short, choppy looking black hair, and dark eyes, much like Vegeta's.
Vegeta simple stood there, mesmerized. If he didn't know any better he'd swear it was Kimiko in room before him now, leaning against his dresser and picking up a few things on it, examining them, then setting them down once again.
"Kimiko....?" He questioned hesitantly.
"Your one and only." She smiled and started toward him. Vegeta simply couldn't believe his eyes. Either that was her, or he was going completely out of his mind!
"Wha...What are you doing here?"
"I'm just passing by, you know."
He was baffled in everyway possible. He was seeing what he reasoned must be a ghost. Vegeta always thought they were some stupid human idea, but here he was, talking to someone that didn't exist. "I'm going crazy!" Vegeta thought to himself.
"You're far from crazy, Vegeta," She said, walking to the window and looking at the full moon.
Vegeta just looked at her. After all these years...He'd thought he'd never see her again. She was dead...wasn't she? Or was she real. He started toward her, and put a hand out to touch her, just as the doorknob turned under Bulma's hand. Vegeta looked at the door as it opened, and when he turned back she was gone. She had disappeared as mysteriously as she had come.
"Vegeta? What are you doing up at this hour?" Bulma looked at Vegeta sleepily as she climbed into bed.
"Nothing." He turned off the lights and joined her.
The next morning, Vegeta woke early, as usual, to train. He had a lot on his mind.
"Am I going nuts? Was she real, or just a figment of my imagination?...This is stupid..." Vegeta was still having trouble believing all this. Who wouldn't?
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End A/N: I know, a short chapter, but if I get at least 2 reviews. (Two reviews! Come on now, that's pathetic! How hard can it be to say a few things?!?) I'll make it all up to you guys, so you know what to do. Hit that review button!
Ja ne!
Prefabricated Reviews: All you do is copy and paste. Then fill in what you think.
I thought the story was __________. So Far I like _________ most about the story. You should_______. Finally, ________.
There is that so hard??! If so, here are some more. Just Copy and paste.
Great! I loved it.
Very good story, write more soon!
It was ok, needs work.
I hated it. You should try something different.
You're THE best! You're a goddess! I love your awesome story writing powers! (o.O)
Eh....I'd rather see more.