You're So Beautiful
By: Psyche
Email: psyche_lakeshore@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.angelfire.com/anime2/paradox/
http://gundamwinghq.trifocus.net/
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Dear Readers,
Another SM/DBZ crossover...hope you like it! lol...I know I know...I haven't
finished Time yet...sweatdrops...give me a break! I've been busy...and
this idea just popped out at me...yes...I know...I haven't posted Chapter
II of Dream of the Past yet...shrugs..again...give me a break! k? Well...
Ja ne!
Luvz yaz lotz!!
~~Psyche~~
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Chapter II
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"Usagi!!" A voice rang through the house, and I sighed.
Vegeta...what did he want THIS time?
I slowly made my way out of my room, careful where I step. I don't want to trip on anything. And it would be just like Trunks to place something in my way, knowing
that I can't see it.
Finally I make it to the stairs, and climb down...once again, slowly.
Vegeta can wait. If he wants me down there so badly, then he can just come get
me himself. He knows good and well how long it will take me to get there.
I pause once I reach the bottom step, listening.
Trunks was watching TV, that was obvious because he was the only one who watched
those types of shows...though...I never know what it is exactly he watches. After all,
I've never seen the characters...I've never seen their faces...their expressions. I gave
up long ago trying to figure them out by their voices...it was useless...
Bulma was cooking in the kitchen. The smell that permiated the house was wonderful.
I paused long enough to take a deep breath of it...
And Vegeta. I could tell by the pounding and the sounds of destruction...that he was in
the Gravity Chamber.
I sighed again. What did he want THIS time?
I slowly made my way to it, opening door.
"Yes, Vegeta?" I whisper, as to not disturb him too much. I had already been on the
recieving end of one of his punches, and I didn't want another experience like that...
"What took you so long, brat?" He growled.
"I was in my room." I replied, getting slightly annoyed. What did he want!?!
His next words surprised me...especially the slight hint of amusement in his voice. "You
have a visitor." He said to me.
My eyes widened? Where!?! I couldn't pick up any strange sounds or smells. Except.
I pause, deep in thought...
The next thing I know, is Vegeta's walking away, his footsteps ringing on the floor...and
I feel a pair of arms encircle me in a warm embrace. I smile to myself. How could I have
missed it...him...
"Gohan." I whisper as I feel myself being pulled backwards into his embrace. His chin is
resting on my shoulder..."What are you doing here?" I ask.
I could hear him chuckle softly in my ear, and my senses were going wild. "Can't a guy
visit his best friend?" He whispers.
I smile slightly, though I knew it didn't reach my sightless eyes. Best friend. Could I
ever be more...?
Never. Not when I am completely blind. Not after what had happened...
He whispered in my ear. "Come on, you ready to go visit dad and the others."
I shivered. And he obviously took notice, because the next thing I know is I feel a
jacket over my shoulders...
He's so sweet. Yet. Yet I can't help but feel that he is out of reach.
I nodded. "Of course." I smile slightly. It had been awhile sense I had visited Goku,
ChiChi, and the other Zfighters. Too long. "Just let me get my stuff ready first."
I couldn't leave without my cane. It was my only sight in new places...and without it,
I would likely walk into almost everything around...
But he didn't let go of me. "That won't be necessary, we're only going to be visiting mom
and dad. Not the mall." He laughs softly, and the next thing I know is I'm being carried
out the window...I feel the air on my face and I sigh contently.
Best friends.
Could we ever be more?
~~~~
I guess you're wondering why I was staying with Bulma, Vegeta, and Trunks. Quite
simple really...well...alright. Not simple.
I'm 16 years old. Not even a year ago, I was perfectly healthy. My eyes could see
anything and everything around me. I had a boyfriend named Mamoru. Best friends,
and a family.
Then...there was the fire. A terrible fire. My family died...and I was forced into this world
of darkness...
It should have been me that had died. Not them. Not my mother and father...not Shingo.
But it's too late now.....
....
Well. When Mamoru found out, he was furious. I'm not sure why he was so angry, I
guess he expected me to be just his little barbie doll. Blonde and perfect. Well...I guess
that will never happen...
He dumped me almost instantly. No goodbyes. No sugar-coated sweetness. Nothing.
Just..."It's over, Usagi. I don't care for you...I never did..." And with that, he was gone...
and with him went my best friend, Rei.
And with Rei...went the others. I guess they couldn't handle a blind friend. No one could.
I was left alone...with no money except what was left from my parents wills...which
wasn't very much. Most of the money had to go for the funeral...and for paying the
doctor. I had nothing left. Nothing.
Or so I thought.
My dad had been a high-ranking employee of the Capsule Coorporation. When Bulma's
learned what had happened, she had immediately offered to take me in. She helped me
pay the doctors and the funeral expenses. She helped me learn to live with my new
condition.
When I moved in, I met Trunks, her son...and Vegeta...Strangely enough, Vegeta isn't
nearly as tough as he pretends to be. He can be sweet at times...like before. When he
told me I had a visitor. He tries so hard to keep his image of superiority...arrogance...and
power...
Ironic. It took a blind person to see him for who he really is. To see the truth.
Bulma and Trunks had quickly introduced me to the Sons....Gohan. Goku. And ChiChi.
I guess...my life would be much more complicated without them. I really don't know
where I'd be or what I would be doing if they weren't there to help me along. Would I
be on the streets...would I even be alive...
With all the terrible things happening around the world, I didn't even want to think of
the possibilities.
Possibilities. It's always been a word I've liked. Very few things have possibility these
days. Everything is labeled...at least...last time I could see everything. It seems that
no matter what it is, there are instructions on what it is, how to use it, and why it exists.
There aren't many possibilities...
But. I think there is one possibility. Maybe. Maybe there is a possibility that Gohan's
feelings will be mutual. That he cares for me...just as much as I care for him...
But then again...
There is always the possibility that...
If I ever do tell him, he'll turn away, just like everyone else I've cared about...and
everyone else I've trusted.
I don't think I could take any more heartbreak.
Best friends.
Was there the possibility for more?
~~~~
"USAGI!!!!" I didn't even flinch as the happy voice. Goku. He was probably one of the
few people who didn't treat me like I was blind. And for that, I was very thankful. He
was always full of surprises.
Like now. I'm being pulled away from the wonderful embrace (Gohan of course) and into
a big crushing hug. And I return it happily.
"It's so good to see you again, Usa-chan!" He says happily. Then everything came out
so fast, a normal person would never have been able to understand it..."Howlongare youstaying? Canyoustayforlunch? Betteryet,canyoustayfordinner? ChiChiwillbeSOhappy youcameover! You'relikeadaughtertousyouknow!"
Strangely enough, I understood everything he said. "I'd be happy to, Goku." I smile.
He pulled me into their house, and I could already smell the food being cooked. It was
delicious.
When I was finally free from Goku's enthusiastic mood, I was able to walk around freely.
It was nice here. The smells and sounds. It was peaceful...most of the time. And I had
been here often. So often over the last year that I had the place memorized.
Six steps to the kitchen.
Four steps to the table.
Two inches from the food...
And as always, I have to be fast, judging with my nose where the food was...or else I
wouldn't get anything. At least not with a Saiyan named Goku in the house. I have
experience racing for food...
All the meals with Vegeta and Trunks...all the times I visited Goku and Gohan...
Gohan. I almost paused my eating at the mere thought of him...
Would there ever be a time when I could tell him the truth...
Or...
Would I ever see his face. Or that of Goku...ChiChi...Bulma...Trunks...Vegeta? Would I
ever see....would I ever see another sunset...another sunrise...would I ever see the
beauty of the universe. The stars. The moon. Would I ever......
If I ever regained my sight. I would do anything and everything to keep it. I would do
anything...just to see his face.
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Well...REVIEW! smiles innocently...k? ja ne!
Email me!!!
psyche_lakeshore@yahoo.com
Thanx!
~~Psyche~~
By: Psyche
Email: psyche_lakeshore@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.angelfire.com/anime2/paradox/
http://gundamwinghq.trifocus.net/
~~~~
~~~~
Dear Readers,
Another SM/DBZ crossover...hope you like it! lol...I know I know...I haven't
finished Time yet...sweatdrops...give me a break! I've been busy...and
this idea just popped out at me...yes...I know...I haven't posted Chapter
II of Dream of the Past yet...shrugs..again...give me a break! k? Well...
Ja ne!
Luvz yaz lotz!!
~~Psyche~~
~~~~
~~~~
Chapter II
~~~~
~~~~
"Usagi!!" A voice rang through the house, and I sighed.
Vegeta...what did he want THIS time?
I slowly made my way out of my room, careful where I step. I don't want to trip on anything. And it would be just like Trunks to place something in my way, knowing
that I can't see it.
Finally I make it to the stairs, and climb down...once again, slowly.
Vegeta can wait. If he wants me down there so badly, then he can just come get
me himself. He knows good and well how long it will take me to get there.
I pause once I reach the bottom step, listening.
Trunks was watching TV, that was obvious because he was the only one who watched
those types of shows...though...I never know what it is exactly he watches. After all,
I've never seen the characters...I've never seen their faces...their expressions. I gave
up long ago trying to figure them out by their voices...it was useless...
Bulma was cooking in the kitchen. The smell that permiated the house was wonderful.
I paused long enough to take a deep breath of it...
And Vegeta. I could tell by the pounding and the sounds of destruction...that he was in
the Gravity Chamber.
I sighed again. What did he want THIS time?
I slowly made my way to it, opening door.
"Yes, Vegeta?" I whisper, as to not disturb him too much. I had already been on the
recieving end of one of his punches, and I didn't want another experience like that...
"What took you so long, brat?" He growled.
"I was in my room." I replied, getting slightly annoyed. What did he want!?!
His next words surprised me...especially the slight hint of amusement in his voice. "You
have a visitor." He said to me.
My eyes widened? Where!?! I couldn't pick up any strange sounds or smells. Except.
I pause, deep in thought...
The next thing I know, is Vegeta's walking away, his footsteps ringing on the floor...and
I feel a pair of arms encircle me in a warm embrace. I smile to myself. How could I have
missed it...him...
"Gohan." I whisper as I feel myself being pulled backwards into his embrace. His chin is
resting on my shoulder..."What are you doing here?" I ask.
I could hear him chuckle softly in my ear, and my senses were going wild. "Can't a guy
visit his best friend?" He whispers.
I smile slightly, though I knew it didn't reach my sightless eyes. Best friend. Could I
ever be more...?
Never. Not when I am completely blind. Not after what had happened...
He whispered in my ear. "Come on, you ready to go visit dad and the others."
I shivered. And he obviously took notice, because the next thing I know is I feel a
jacket over my shoulders...
He's so sweet. Yet. Yet I can't help but feel that he is out of reach.
I nodded. "Of course." I smile slightly. It had been awhile sense I had visited Goku,
ChiChi, and the other Zfighters. Too long. "Just let me get my stuff ready first."
I couldn't leave without my cane. It was my only sight in new places...and without it,
I would likely walk into almost everything around...
But he didn't let go of me. "That won't be necessary, we're only going to be visiting mom
and dad. Not the mall." He laughs softly, and the next thing I know is I'm being carried
out the window...I feel the air on my face and I sigh contently.
Best friends.
Could we ever be more?
~~~~
I guess you're wondering why I was staying with Bulma, Vegeta, and Trunks. Quite
simple really...well...alright. Not simple.
I'm 16 years old. Not even a year ago, I was perfectly healthy. My eyes could see
anything and everything around me. I had a boyfriend named Mamoru. Best friends,
and a family.
Then...there was the fire. A terrible fire. My family died...and I was forced into this world
of darkness...
It should have been me that had died. Not them. Not my mother and father...not Shingo.
But it's too late now.....
....
Well. When Mamoru found out, he was furious. I'm not sure why he was so angry, I
guess he expected me to be just his little barbie doll. Blonde and perfect. Well...I guess
that will never happen...
He dumped me almost instantly. No goodbyes. No sugar-coated sweetness. Nothing.
Just..."It's over, Usagi. I don't care for you...I never did..." And with that, he was gone...
and with him went my best friend, Rei.
And with Rei...went the others. I guess they couldn't handle a blind friend. No one could.
I was left alone...with no money except what was left from my parents wills...which
wasn't very much. Most of the money had to go for the funeral...and for paying the
doctor. I had nothing left. Nothing.
Or so I thought.
My dad had been a high-ranking employee of the Capsule Coorporation. When Bulma's
learned what had happened, she had immediately offered to take me in. She helped me
pay the doctors and the funeral expenses. She helped me learn to live with my new
condition.
When I moved in, I met Trunks, her son...and Vegeta...Strangely enough, Vegeta isn't
nearly as tough as he pretends to be. He can be sweet at times...like before. When he
told me I had a visitor. He tries so hard to keep his image of superiority...arrogance...and
power...
Ironic. It took a blind person to see him for who he really is. To see the truth.
Bulma and Trunks had quickly introduced me to the Sons....Gohan. Goku. And ChiChi.
I guess...my life would be much more complicated without them. I really don't know
where I'd be or what I would be doing if they weren't there to help me along. Would I
be on the streets...would I even be alive...
With all the terrible things happening around the world, I didn't even want to think of
the possibilities.
Possibilities. It's always been a word I've liked. Very few things have possibility these
days. Everything is labeled...at least...last time I could see everything. It seems that
no matter what it is, there are instructions on what it is, how to use it, and why it exists.
There aren't many possibilities...
But. I think there is one possibility. Maybe. Maybe there is a possibility that Gohan's
feelings will be mutual. That he cares for me...just as much as I care for him...
But then again...
There is always the possibility that...
If I ever do tell him, he'll turn away, just like everyone else I've cared about...and
everyone else I've trusted.
I don't think I could take any more heartbreak.
Best friends.
Was there the possibility for more?
~~~~
"USAGI!!!!" I didn't even flinch as the happy voice. Goku. He was probably one of the
few people who didn't treat me like I was blind. And for that, I was very thankful. He
was always full of surprises.
Like now. I'm being pulled away from the wonderful embrace (Gohan of course) and into
a big crushing hug. And I return it happily.
"It's so good to see you again, Usa-chan!" He says happily. Then everything came out
so fast, a normal person would never have been able to understand it..."Howlongare youstaying? Canyoustayforlunch? Betteryet,canyoustayfordinner? ChiChiwillbeSOhappy youcameover! You'relikeadaughtertousyouknow!"
Strangely enough, I understood everything he said. "I'd be happy to, Goku." I smile.
He pulled me into their house, and I could already smell the food being cooked. It was
delicious.
When I was finally free from Goku's enthusiastic mood, I was able to walk around freely.
It was nice here. The smells and sounds. It was peaceful...most of the time. And I had
been here often. So often over the last year that I had the place memorized.
Six steps to the kitchen.
Four steps to the table.
Two inches from the food...
And as always, I have to be fast, judging with my nose where the food was...or else I
wouldn't get anything. At least not with a Saiyan named Goku in the house. I have
experience racing for food...
All the meals with Vegeta and Trunks...all the times I visited Goku and Gohan...
Gohan. I almost paused my eating at the mere thought of him...
Would there ever be a time when I could tell him the truth...
Or...
Would I ever see his face. Or that of Goku...ChiChi...Bulma...Trunks...Vegeta? Would I
ever see....would I ever see another sunset...another sunrise...would I ever see the
beauty of the universe. The stars. The moon. Would I ever......
If I ever regained my sight. I would do anything and everything to keep it. I would do
anything...just to see his face.
~~~~
~~~~
Well...REVIEW! smiles innocently...k? ja ne!
Email me!!!
psyche_lakeshore@yahoo.com
Thanx!
~~Psyche~~