Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, and if you sue me the only thing of value
I have is my daughter. YOU CAN NOT HAVE HER!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, the authors that know me know that I'm not a writer, I'm a reader.
This is my first fanfiction and probably my last. I just felt compelled
to write this. I've been trying to think of a way to say Thank you.
Then suddenly, I got this inspiration. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading
it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Remember, it's the thought that counts.
LOL
Very Special Thanks must go to LadyHiei-Trunks for beta-reading this for
me. She is my best friend, and the absolute greatest. However, if you think
there's way too much punctuation, as I do, then take it up with her. She's the
English expert.
Not meant to slight the authors of the YYH stories I read. It's just that I
read much more DBZ, so I posted it here.
Now on with the story!
Trunks was coming in from a late date. He glanced over at the clock on
the wall. "Damn it's 3:30am. It's a good thing mom's out of town at a
convention for another week, or she would be screaming at me. Dad doesn't
really care how late I'm out." He thought about grabbing something to eat,
but he was really exhausted so he decided to just go to bed.
He was passing his father's room when he heard a moan coming from inside.
Fearing something was wrong with his father, he opened the door and looked
inside the room. The only light in the room came from the moon shining in
thru the large balcony window. For some reason Vegeta had not closed the
drapes. Everything appeared to be fine, Vegeta was asleep but it appeared
he was having another bad dream.
Vegeta was tossing his head back and forth on his pillow moaning. A thin
layer of sweat covering his compact muscular chest was glistening in the
moonlight as he tossed. Trunks heard him speak, "Damn it Onna get the
fuck, out of my head and leave me the hell alone!" Trunks was debating on
waking his father when suddenly Vegeta shot up and shouted: "No I won't do it!"
Then Vegeta noticed his son standing just inside his room and growled,
"Brat, what do you want?" "I heard you though the door and was making sure
you were ok." Vegeta reached over and turned on the lamp sitting on the
night stand beside his bed. I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" Vegeta snapped
back. "Same dream?" asked Trunks. Vegeta's only reply was "Hn." "How many
times now?" asked Trunks. "To damn many," Vegeta replied. Trunks realized
his father wasn't going to talk about it {as usual}, so he shrugged his
shoulders and turned to leave. "Nite dad," he said as he left Vegeta's room
and moved on down to his own.
Once his son had left, Vegeta relaxed back against his pillows. "The damn
Onna in my dreams is more annoying than Bulma," he thought. How many nights
has it been that he has had this same dream? "Tonight makes six," he said
to himself. He had thought the dreams would stop or just fade away. Instead,
they became more frequent and vivid. Damn, she was persistent. Who the hell
was she anyway? He could never remember seeing her before. He had to do
something to clear his head and get that stupid Onna out of his mind. She was
driving him fucking crazy. He hasn't had a good night's sleep since he started
having this damn dream.
Vegeta glanced at the clock. "Hell, it's 4:40 am." He knew there would be no
more sleep for him tonight. Throwing the covers back, he got out of bed and
decided to train for a while. Training usually helped to clear his mind. If
nothing else, maybe he could train until he passed out and would be too
exhausted to dream. He got dressed in his blue spandex and headed for the
Gravity Chamber.
Vegeta enter the Gravity Chamber. He set the gravity machine at 100x Earth's
and proceeded with his warm-up routine. An hour later, he felt he had warmed
up enough so he up'd the gravity to 300x Earth's and began training. However,
four hours later, Vegeta just couldn't keep his concentration on training.
His mind keep wandering back to the dream that has been tormenting him.
"Arghhhhhhh I give up," Vegeta hissed. Vegeta turned the gravity off and sat
down leaning back against the wall. "Why can't I get that dream out of my
head," Vegeta said to himself. His thoughts went back once again to the Onna in
that damn dream he kept having. Who is she, and why had she chosen to make
my life miserable? Anyone could do what she was asking. Why does it have to me?
Why can't I stop thinking about it?
"Arghhhhhhh!" Frustrated, he started banging his head back against the wall.
"If you don't stop that you might crack the wall, or at the very least give
yourself a terrible headache." Vegeta shot up, looking around the room to see
who could have entered without him noticing. No one was there; he was alone.
"Come on Vegeta, just do this for me and I'll leave you alone." Vegeta's eyes
widened in shock. "Holy shit!" That was the voice from his dreams, but he wasn't
asleep... was he? "Who's there, show yourself," Vegeta demanded. "Well, I really
can't do that. You see, I'm only in your mind," the voice replied. Vegeta
thought "Damn, now the Onna's haunting my mind while I'm awake." Vegeta shuddered,
"Perhaps he was losing his mind after all," he thought. "Onna leave me alone
and get the fuck out of my head!" Vegeta shouted. "There's no reason to shout,
I'm not deaf," the voice replied. "And I'm not leaving until you agree to help
me," the voice said. "I am the Saiyan no Ouji! No one commands me," Vegeta
snarled."I am not commanding I am asking for your help. Come on Vegeta, it's
the only way you can get rid of me," the voice stated. Since Vegeta apparently
could carry on a conversation with this voice, he decided to get some answers.
"Who are you?" he asked "That's not important," the voice replied. "You invade
my mind while I'm asleep and now while I'm awake as well. I think I have a
right to know who you are," Vegeta stated. "Very well, I will tell you this much:
I am from a different world then yours and if you agree to help me, once I'm gone
your memories of this incident will fade away. It would be as a dream you can't
remember. Besides, I'm no one of importance," the voice answered. Vegeta was
confused to say the least, but decided to let it go. "Why can't you just do
it yourself?", Vegeta asked. "If I could, then I wouldn't be bothering you. There are
certain rules that must be followed. It has to be someone from your world," the
voice replied "Ok why me, anyone could do this" Vegeta asked. "Because in your
world you are my favorite, and it would mean so much more coming from you," the
voice replied. Vegeta rubbed his hands on his forehead. "I'm really starting to
get a headache," he thought to himself. "If I agree to this degrading thing you're
asking me to do, will you get out of my head and leave my dreams alone?" Vegeta asked.
"Yes, Vegeta," the voice answered. Vegeta was debating with himself, over how humiliating
it would be for the Prince of all Saiyans to do this thing the Onna asked of him.
but, then again, if what she said was true, and his life would return to normal then he would
be able to sleep and train in peace again. He thought about it for a few minutes
then sighed heavily "What choice do I really have?" he thought to himself. "All right
Onna, I'll do it," he said out loud. "Thank you so much Vegeta," the voice purred.
Vegeta walked back to the house mumbling to himself. "I can't believe I'm doing
this." He went straight to the den and sat down at the computer. The Onna may
be telling me what she want's to say, but since I'm doing the typing I'll add
my two cents" He thought. He went to the site the Onna had specified, and with a smirk
on his lips he began to type.
*****************************************************************************
"Man, I slept late. It's almost noon, guess I should get up and grab something to
eat before Goten gets here," thought Trunks. Today they were going to check out
the new amusement park that just opened outside Satan City. Trunks got dressed
and headed towards the kitchen. Before he could make it to the kitchen, he stopped
when he heard a click, click, click sound coming from the den. Wondering what it
could be, he moved down the hall and peeked around the corner of the door. Trunks
was slightly surprise at the sight before his eyes. His father was sitting in front
of the computer, typing away, and apparently talking to himself. Vegeta stopped typing
and Trunks heard him say "There, it's done, are you happy now Onna? Good, now be gone!"
"Damn, I wish I could blast her." Vegeta stood up mumbling "Baka Onna" and headed
towards the door. Vegeta stopped short when he saw Trunks standing there staring at
him. "Move aside Brat, I'm hungry" he said as he started for the door once again.
Trunks moved out of his father's way and watched Vegeta as he moved toward the kitchen.
Wondering what his father had been typing, Trunks forgot about his own hunger.
Moving over to the computer, he sat down. There on the screen, was what Vegeta had
typed:
"First off, I want it known that I have been coerced into doing this. Apparently
this is something truly important to the Onna, for she has been tormenting my dreams,
and now she torments me while I'm awake."
"Kewla, from the real world, wherever the hell that is, would like to thank all you
authors out there for all your hard work. She cannot do this herself because anything
posted on FF Net. must be in a story format. Therefore, she decided to torture me by forcing
me to help her. Since this is the only way to be rid of her annoying presence, I
agreed to assist her. Now pay attention, the Saiyan no Ouji is about to type.
Special thanks to all her favorite authors. There's really to many to list, but you
can tell who you are by her reviews. It's not an easy thing to write a story and put
it before the cruel, harsh world. Not to mention the fact that you're not getting paid
to write these stories. She wants you to know how much she appreciates your efforts.
Besides her daughter, reading is her life. {Man that's pathetic} She wants you to know
how much happiness you bring to her pitiful existence. {hey Vegeta, that's not nice.
behave yourself or our deal is off} Many, many thanks and hugs to all those authors
who's stories have touched her heart, lighten her moods, and brought a smile to
her face. {*Vegeta sweatdrops* I can't believe I'm doing this} Looking forward to more
wonderful stories from you all.
As Always, Kewla's Waiting..................................."
Trunks stood there, dumbfounded. "My father wrote this, and just who the hell is Kewla?"
he thought. He turned toward the door and headed for the kitchen. "Dad, we really need
to talk." Trunks said as he enter the kitchen.
The End
A/N: I hope it wasn't too long and that I didn't bore you. Just wanted you to know that
your writings are appreciated, and I think of you guys often. I am however, curious
to know what you think.
I have is my daughter. YOU CAN NOT HAVE HER!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, the authors that know me know that I'm not a writer, I'm a reader.
This is my first fanfiction and probably my last. I just felt compelled
to write this. I've been trying to think of a way to say Thank you.
Then suddenly, I got this inspiration. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading
it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Remember, it's the thought that counts.
LOL
Very Special Thanks must go to LadyHiei-Trunks for beta-reading this for
me. She is my best friend, and the absolute greatest. However, if you think
there's way too much punctuation, as I do, then take it up with her. She's the
English expert.
Not meant to slight the authors of the YYH stories I read. It's just that I
read much more DBZ, so I posted it here.
Now on with the story!
Trunks was coming in from a late date. He glanced over at the clock on
the wall. "Damn it's 3:30am. It's a good thing mom's out of town at a
convention for another week, or she would be screaming at me. Dad doesn't
really care how late I'm out." He thought about grabbing something to eat,
but he was really exhausted so he decided to just go to bed.
He was passing his father's room when he heard a moan coming from inside.
Fearing something was wrong with his father, he opened the door and looked
inside the room. The only light in the room came from the moon shining in
thru the large balcony window. For some reason Vegeta had not closed the
drapes. Everything appeared to be fine, Vegeta was asleep but it appeared
he was having another bad dream.
Vegeta was tossing his head back and forth on his pillow moaning. A thin
layer of sweat covering his compact muscular chest was glistening in the
moonlight as he tossed. Trunks heard him speak, "Damn it Onna get the
fuck, out of my head and leave me the hell alone!" Trunks was debating on
waking his father when suddenly Vegeta shot up and shouted: "No I won't do it!"
Then Vegeta noticed his son standing just inside his room and growled,
"Brat, what do you want?" "I heard you though the door and was making sure
you were ok." Vegeta reached over and turned on the lamp sitting on the
night stand beside his bed. I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" Vegeta snapped
back. "Same dream?" asked Trunks. Vegeta's only reply was "Hn." "How many
times now?" asked Trunks. "To damn many," Vegeta replied. Trunks realized
his father wasn't going to talk about it {as usual}, so he shrugged his
shoulders and turned to leave. "Nite dad," he said as he left Vegeta's room
and moved on down to his own.
Once his son had left, Vegeta relaxed back against his pillows. "The damn
Onna in my dreams is more annoying than Bulma," he thought. How many nights
has it been that he has had this same dream? "Tonight makes six," he said
to himself. He had thought the dreams would stop or just fade away. Instead,
they became more frequent and vivid. Damn, she was persistent. Who the hell
was she anyway? He could never remember seeing her before. He had to do
something to clear his head and get that stupid Onna out of his mind. She was
driving him fucking crazy. He hasn't had a good night's sleep since he started
having this damn dream.
Vegeta glanced at the clock. "Hell, it's 4:40 am." He knew there would be no
more sleep for him tonight. Throwing the covers back, he got out of bed and
decided to train for a while. Training usually helped to clear his mind. If
nothing else, maybe he could train until he passed out and would be too
exhausted to dream. He got dressed in his blue spandex and headed for the
Gravity Chamber.
Vegeta enter the Gravity Chamber. He set the gravity machine at 100x Earth's
and proceeded with his warm-up routine. An hour later, he felt he had warmed
up enough so he up'd the gravity to 300x Earth's and began training. However,
four hours later, Vegeta just couldn't keep his concentration on training.
His mind keep wandering back to the dream that has been tormenting him.
"Arghhhhhhh I give up," Vegeta hissed. Vegeta turned the gravity off and sat
down leaning back against the wall. "Why can't I get that dream out of my
head," Vegeta said to himself. His thoughts went back once again to the Onna in
that damn dream he kept having. Who is she, and why had she chosen to make
my life miserable? Anyone could do what she was asking. Why does it have to me?
Why can't I stop thinking about it?
"Arghhhhhhh!" Frustrated, he started banging his head back against the wall.
"If you don't stop that you might crack the wall, or at the very least give
yourself a terrible headache." Vegeta shot up, looking around the room to see
who could have entered without him noticing. No one was there; he was alone.
"Come on Vegeta, just do this for me and I'll leave you alone." Vegeta's eyes
widened in shock. "Holy shit!" That was the voice from his dreams, but he wasn't
asleep... was he? "Who's there, show yourself," Vegeta demanded. "Well, I really
can't do that. You see, I'm only in your mind," the voice replied. Vegeta
thought "Damn, now the Onna's haunting my mind while I'm awake." Vegeta shuddered,
"Perhaps he was losing his mind after all," he thought. "Onna leave me alone
and get the fuck out of my head!" Vegeta shouted. "There's no reason to shout,
I'm not deaf," the voice replied. "And I'm not leaving until you agree to help
me," the voice said. "I am the Saiyan no Ouji! No one commands me," Vegeta
snarled."I am not commanding I am asking for your help. Come on Vegeta, it's
the only way you can get rid of me," the voice stated. Since Vegeta apparently
could carry on a conversation with this voice, he decided to get some answers.
"Who are you?" he asked "That's not important," the voice replied. "You invade
my mind while I'm asleep and now while I'm awake as well. I think I have a
right to know who you are," Vegeta stated. "Very well, I will tell you this much:
I am from a different world then yours and if you agree to help me, once I'm gone
your memories of this incident will fade away. It would be as a dream you can't
remember. Besides, I'm no one of importance," the voice answered. Vegeta was
confused to say the least, but decided to let it go. "Why can't you just do
it yourself?", Vegeta asked. "If I could, then I wouldn't be bothering you. There are
certain rules that must be followed. It has to be someone from your world," the
voice replied "Ok why me, anyone could do this" Vegeta asked. "Because in your
world you are my favorite, and it would mean so much more coming from you," the
voice replied. Vegeta rubbed his hands on his forehead. "I'm really starting to
get a headache," he thought to himself. "If I agree to this degrading thing you're
asking me to do, will you get out of my head and leave my dreams alone?" Vegeta asked.
"Yes, Vegeta," the voice answered. Vegeta was debating with himself, over how humiliating
it would be for the Prince of all Saiyans to do this thing the Onna asked of him.
but, then again, if what she said was true, and his life would return to normal then he would
be able to sleep and train in peace again. He thought about it for a few minutes
then sighed heavily "What choice do I really have?" he thought to himself. "All right
Onna, I'll do it," he said out loud. "Thank you so much Vegeta," the voice purred.
Vegeta walked back to the house mumbling to himself. "I can't believe I'm doing
this." He went straight to the den and sat down at the computer. The Onna may
be telling me what she want's to say, but since I'm doing the typing I'll add
my two cents" He thought. He went to the site the Onna had specified, and with a smirk
on his lips he began to type.
*****************************************************************************
"Man, I slept late. It's almost noon, guess I should get up and grab something to
eat before Goten gets here," thought Trunks. Today they were going to check out
the new amusement park that just opened outside Satan City. Trunks got dressed
and headed towards the kitchen. Before he could make it to the kitchen, he stopped
when he heard a click, click, click sound coming from the den. Wondering what it
could be, he moved down the hall and peeked around the corner of the door. Trunks
was slightly surprise at the sight before his eyes. His father was sitting in front
of the computer, typing away, and apparently talking to himself. Vegeta stopped typing
and Trunks heard him say "There, it's done, are you happy now Onna? Good, now be gone!"
"Damn, I wish I could blast her." Vegeta stood up mumbling "Baka Onna" and headed
towards the door. Vegeta stopped short when he saw Trunks standing there staring at
him. "Move aside Brat, I'm hungry" he said as he started for the door once again.
Trunks moved out of his father's way and watched Vegeta as he moved toward the kitchen.
Wondering what his father had been typing, Trunks forgot about his own hunger.
Moving over to the computer, he sat down. There on the screen, was what Vegeta had
typed:
"First off, I want it known that I have been coerced into doing this. Apparently
this is something truly important to the Onna, for she has been tormenting my dreams,
and now she torments me while I'm awake."
"Kewla, from the real world, wherever the hell that is, would like to thank all you
authors out there for all your hard work. She cannot do this herself because anything
posted on FF Net. must be in a story format. Therefore, she decided to torture me by forcing
me to help her. Since this is the only way to be rid of her annoying presence, I
agreed to assist her. Now pay attention, the Saiyan no Ouji is about to type.
Special thanks to all her favorite authors. There's really to many to list, but you
can tell who you are by her reviews. It's not an easy thing to write a story and put
it before the cruel, harsh world. Not to mention the fact that you're not getting paid
to write these stories. She wants you to know how much she appreciates your efforts.
Besides her daughter, reading is her life. {Man that's pathetic} She wants you to know
how much happiness you bring to her pitiful existence. {hey Vegeta, that's not nice.
behave yourself or our deal is off} Many, many thanks and hugs to all those authors
who's stories have touched her heart, lighten her moods, and brought a smile to
her face. {*Vegeta sweatdrops* I can't believe I'm doing this} Looking forward to more
wonderful stories from you all.
As Always, Kewla's Waiting..................................."
Trunks stood there, dumbfounded. "My father wrote this, and just who the hell is Kewla?"
he thought. He turned toward the door and headed for the kitchen. "Dad, we really need
to talk." Trunks said as he enter the kitchen.
The End
A/N: I hope it wasn't too long and that I didn't bore you. Just wanted you to know that
your writings are appreciated, and I think of you guys often. I am however, curious
to know what you think.