*Pouts* I'm sorry! I can't get Vegeta to be in character! It's too hard!!
So he's a bit OOC, but I'm trying as hard as I can to keep him in. He just
can't be arrogant when he's talking to his wife, and when he's not a Saiya-
Jin prince!
Disclainer: I don't own The Beatles, I'm just a pathetic fan, of them, Sailor Moon, Dragon Ball Z, and the name Artemis. (*as you can tell in all my fics I just love that name!*)
*~*~*~*~*
It was a somewhat gloomy day, the sun was hidden from view, and every once in a while, snow would fall. Some might call it romantic, but others wouldn't. The large city was something to look at though, from the top of a hill, or a helicopter. Covered in snow, with windows that sparkled like diamonds.
But some people hate cold weather, and snow.
Juunangou sat in his small apartment in Nagayo, his heater on 90 degrees, (until it broke three days ago) he was rapped up in a blanket, with the fire place burning quickly. He was still shivering. Michiru laughed seeing him, and set his cup of hot 'cocoa on the table.
"I love the snow." She stated happily as she sat down next to him. His eyes were wide and blood shot. "Juu, what's wrong?"
He sat there think a while longer, then he sighed and said, "I think there's someone looking for us." Michiru's eyes widened at this. "I think they want to kill us."
Michiru's hand was shaking, she spilt much of her cocoa on her lap, but she didn't notice, she was too preoccupied. "Why?"
"Because we aren't real possibly?"
Michiru placed her cup down. "We're not real?"
He sighed, "In a sense no, we've been dead for years now, we had to wait too long to save the Lost People."
Michiru looked at her hands, yes, they were slightly paler then even the most pasty white person she could think of. But dead? Or not real? That was impossible! Of course she was real!
Juunangou sneezed. "Michiru, I'm gonna go to bed." He stated as he stood up with his blanket rapped around him. "Here's my cell phone in case Goten calls, or Krillin." He handed her the phone then headed off towards his room. "You welcome to join me anytime," Michiru smiled.
"It's all right, I think I should head home. Haruka's probably worried. Bye Juu, I'll see you this evening!" There was a sneeze and a murmur, then she left.
*~*~*~*~*
Bulma sat at the table drinking a cup of warm tea, and her husband sat at the other end of the table drinking sake.
"I'm telling you, Vegeta, the police aren't going to believe you. You murdered five people, what makes the think you wouldn't kill the guard."
"For one," He growled. "I didn't have a gun. And another, how the bloody hell could I have gotten the keys, and a ride out of there. They were showing my damn picture all over the news. No bus driver, or subway driver is stupid enough to give me a ride, even if I were to threaten to kill them. It's against their code."
She nodded slightly, he did have a point there, but she couldn't admit that. "I shouldn't even let you stay here, you're going to be killed." She began to cry.
"Awe, come on woman." He stated as he placed the cup down on the table. "They can't kill me no matter how hard they tried."
"Vegeta, you're not immortal. And the more you think you are, the more trouble you'll get yourself into. Now please, don't do anything stupid."
"I'm moving out to Canada." He stated simply. "Or Mexico. They allow unregestistered citizens to live there." He smiled slightly, "From now on, I will be know as, Juan!" he looked over at his wife. "Goku told me that was a good plan."
Bulma squinted slightly, "When did Goku visit you, and when did you come up with this stupid plan?" She dropped the cup of now cold tea onto the table, tea spilling everywhere, and ceramic remains fell onto the floor.
He rolled his eyes in annoyance, "He visited me in Nagasaki, before they brought me back over here. And this plan isn't mine and it's not stupid."
She sighed. "Who made it up."
"I don't know." He stated as he tossed the cup into the sink, and Bulma began to clean up her mess before the tea sank into the carpet *too* much. "Some man who was arrested for some kind of treason or something, I'm not quite sure. But he told me that was his plan, and he was killed a day later. So I adopt the plan, tell it to the priest, he says it'll work. All I need is someone to sneak me out of Japan."
"And that's where I come in." She stated flatly.
"Well sort of." He leaned back in his chair. "I think you could send me out with some crates in a boat or something. You know, a boat with crates filled with those little Capsule things.." he began muttering off about his plan, about how long he expected to be there, etc.
"Vegeta," Bulma sighed. "I don't want to get caught up in this. I don't want you to have to go again."
"Oh come on. You're already caught up in it. I'm in your house having a nice cup of tea with you. You're my wife for Kami's sake!"
"I'm not far into it though. And my company can't have anymore-bad publicity. If I'm not careful, CC will go out of business here in Japan." He muttered something.
"Fine, I'll get the boys help then." He stood up and walked towards the door, then he stopped. "I think I'll wait for him to come home in the basement." He grabbed the basement key from a small China cup on a small mantel, and walked down the steps.
Bulma sighed. 'Damn you Vegeta, getting me stuck in this position. My business, or my husband?'
*~*~*~*~*
Usagi had been awake for about three hours now, she was talking happily with Goten. Goten was somewhat surprised to see that Trunks hadn't shown up when it was time to switch. Not that Goten cared much, but still, something must be wrong. Goten concluded after a long while, I should probably call him up and tell him I'll just stay with her for tonight as well.
"And there was." Usagi strained in her thinking. "A woman with. dark blue hair, very short. and she, she killed her." Goten looked up. He had stopped paying attention to her meaningless rambling of unawareness long before. But now, it was making sense.
(Okay, some of you may not understand what I mean here. I know a lot about hospitals, and passing out. Alright, when you pass out, and you wake up, it takes, or took me at least, a day to regain all memory. When I woke up, I didn't remember anything from the entire first day of being awake, because Usagi has only been awake for about three hours, she's talking about things she can remember, because the doctors are tying to see what might have caused this. So she's talking to a psychiatrist. No, I don't remember speaking with one. But I do remember the nurse had a son my age, and she kept going on and on about him. But other then that I don't remember anything else.)
(And Passing out is another thing not many people understand unless it's happened to them as well. It's like, how to explain this. Seeing a movie, like the first 15 minutes, then falling asleep only to see the last 15 minutes, you don't realize sometimes, that you even fell asleep. OH! GOOD EXAPMLE! I was watching the matrix with my otou, and I saw the first 5 minutes of it, then I fell asleep. (no I love that movie! I had stayed up for more then 29 hours straight!) Then I woke up about 20 minutes later, but I didn't realize I was asleep that long. It's like.. missing a small section of life. That's another way to put it. ^^; if you really want to know I could go on and on about this, lemme know and I'll tell you! [fun fun!])
"Who did she kill?" The man in the fancy suit asked her kindly.
"The murderer. The blue hair killed her."
The man looked down and his charts and sighed. "Thank you for your time Miss Chiba, I will come back to visit you soon, m'dear." He sighed and stood up.
"Alright grandpa, but when you come back promise me you'll bring me some ice cream?"
He smiled slightly, and looked at Goten. "You've got yourself a handful, don't you?"
Goten watched Usagi though, there was some odd look in her eyes, that he couldn't understand. They were saying something.
"We'll see you soon." Goten stammered as he pushed the man out of the room. "So Usa, who did the woman with blue hair say her name was?"
"Ami, or was it Setsuna, or was it Trista? Or was it." she went off on a long list of names, some the names of her former pets, maids, friends, partners, and people she didn't even know. Even herself more then once.
"You don't remember."
"Yes I do." She stated firmly in her confusion. "It was Ami Setsuna Trista."
"Ami, Setsuna, Trista." Trista was murdered, so who were these other women.
"Usagi, can I go use the phone a moment?"
"Clu, Speedy, Frisky, Blackie, Neptune, Carrots, Broccoli.."
The nurse walked in. "I'll watch her for you, while you leave." Goten nodded his thanks and ran out of of the building to his car. He turned on his cell phone, and punched in a number, it was picked up before he heard it ring.
"yes?"
"Uhh, Juu?" Goten asked slightly surprised it was answered by a female.
"Oh, is this Goten?" Goten made a small noise to let her know it was he. "Juu is a bit busy right now. But I could help you out with whatever you need. It's me, Michiru."
Goten sighed in relief. "Can you tell me who Setsuna is, or Ami?" There was a long pause before she answered.
"I'll be over to Nagasaki by this evening. Don't leave Usagi's side again. Alright? Good, see you in a bi-" she hung up.
Goten grabbed his phone, locked the car, and dashed back to the hospital room to see the nurse was in there smiling, sitting in a chair next to her bed, listening to Usagi sing, "Picture yourself on a boat in a river, with tangerine trees, and marmalade skies."
The nurse stood up seeing Goten. "She seems happy." They both smiled. "Thanks for watching her."
The nurse walked over to the door. "Don't you think you're being a bit over protective of her? She can't even move her arms." Goten forced a laugh.
"I guess, I just want her to be safe."
The nurse smiled. "You're really something." She stated before she left.
*~*~*~*~*
She sat on the bench all alone. 'How odd,' she thought, 'he said he'd be right back, why isn't he here then? He said it would only take a minute to get the soda, but he's been gone for thirty minutes now.' She sighed. "I guess every perfect date has to come to an end sometime." She stood up and gathered her purse and sweatshirt. 'I guess I have to go to work anyways.' She began to walk away when a hand grabbed her around the left arm. She spun around quickly.
A short man, who had suffered a large case of hair lose was holding onto her. Her instinct told her to run, get away as soon as possible. But her mind told her don't bother, there was no need.
"I need your help." He stated.
*~*~*~*~*
oooooo, come on, I have a feeling there are more then two people in this entire site reading this stupid story! (^^ 40 reviews!!) well Firefly, he is one of those people you stated in your review to misty. But you listed a LOT so I don't think that really helps. ^^; Poor, poor Misty. I don't mean to cause you mental stress! Honest!
^^ well Review!!
Disclainer: I don't own The Beatles, I'm just a pathetic fan, of them, Sailor Moon, Dragon Ball Z, and the name Artemis. (*as you can tell in all my fics I just love that name!*)
*~*~*~*~*
It was a somewhat gloomy day, the sun was hidden from view, and every once in a while, snow would fall. Some might call it romantic, but others wouldn't. The large city was something to look at though, from the top of a hill, or a helicopter. Covered in snow, with windows that sparkled like diamonds.
But some people hate cold weather, and snow.
Juunangou sat in his small apartment in Nagayo, his heater on 90 degrees, (until it broke three days ago) he was rapped up in a blanket, with the fire place burning quickly. He was still shivering. Michiru laughed seeing him, and set his cup of hot 'cocoa on the table.
"I love the snow." She stated happily as she sat down next to him. His eyes were wide and blood shot. "Juu, what's wrong?"
He sat there think a while longer, then he sighed and said, "I think there's someone looking for us." Michiru's eyes widened at this. "I think they want to kill us."
Michiru's hand was shaking, she spilt much of her cocoa on her lap, but she didn't notice, she was too preoccupied. "Why?"
"Because we aren't real possibly?"
Michiru placed her cup down. "We're not real?"
He sighed, "In a sense no, we've been dead for years now, we had to wait too long to save the Lost People."
Michiru looked at her hands, yes, they were slightly paler then even the most pasty white person she could think of. But dead? Or not real? That was impossible! Of course she was real!
Juunangou sneezed. "Michiru, I'm gonna go to bed." He stated as he stood up with his blanket rapped around him. "Here's my cell phone in case Goten calls, or Krillin." He handed her the phone then headed off towards his room. "You welcome to join me anytime," Michiru smiled.
"It's all right, I think I should head home. Haruka's probably worried. Bye Juu, I'll see you this evening!" There was a sneeze and a murmur, then she left.
*~*~*~*~*
Bulma sat at the table drinking a cup of warm tea, and her husband sat at the other end of the table drinking sake.
"I'm telling you, Vegeta, the police aren't going to believe you. You murdered five people, what makes the think you wouldn't kill the guard."
"For one," He growled. "I didn't have a gun. And another, how the bloody hell could I have gotten the keys, and a ride out of there. They were showing my damn picture all over the news. No bus driver, or subway driver is stupid enough to give me a ride, even if I were to threaten to kill them. It's against their code."
She nodded slightly, he did have a point there, but she couldn't admit that. "I shouldn't even let you stay here, you're going to be killed." She began to cry.
"Awe, come on woman." He stated as he placed the cup down on the table. "They can't kill me no matter how hard they tried."
"Vegeta, you're not immortal. And the more you think you are, the more trouble you'll get yourself into. Now please, don't do anything stupid."
"I'm moving out to Canada." He stated simply. "Or Mexico. They allow unregestistered citizens to live there." He smiled slightly, "From now on, I will be know as, Juan!" he looked over at his wife. "Goku told me that was a good plan."
Bulma squinted slightly, "When did Goku visit you, and when did you come up with this stupid plan?" She dropped the cup of now cold tea onto the table, tea spilling everywhere, and ceramic remains fell onto the floor.
He rolled his eyes in annoyance, "He visited me in Nagasaki, before they brought me back over here. And this plan isn't mine and it's not stupid."
She sighed. "Who made it up."
"I don't know." He stated as he tossed the cup into the sink, and Bulma began to clean up her mess before the tea sank into the carpet *too* much. "Some man who was arrested for some kind of treason or something, I'm not quite sure. But he told me that was his plan, and he was killed a day later. So I adopt the plan, tell it to the priest, he says it'll work. All I need is someone to sneak me out of Japan."
"And that's where I come in." She stated flatly.
"Well sort of." He leaned back in his chair. "I think you could send me out with some crates in a boat or something. You know, a boat with crates filled with those little Capsule things.." he began muttering off about his plan, about how long he expected to be there, etc.
"Vegeta," Bulma sighed. "I don't want to get caught up in this. I don't want you to have to go again."
"Oh come on. You're already caught up in it. I'm in your house having a nice cup of tea with you. You're my wife for Kami's sake!"
"I'm not far into it though. And my company can't have anymore-bad publicity. If I'm not careful, CC will go out of business here in Japan." He muttered something.
"Fine, I'll get the boys help then." He stood up and walked towards the door, then he stopped. "I think I'll wait for him to come home in the basement." He grabbed the basement key from a small China cup on a small mantel, and walked down the steps.
Bulma sighed. 'Damn you Vegeta, getting me stuck in this position. My business, or my husband?'
*~*~*~*~*
Usagi had been awake for about three hours now, she was talking happily with Goten. Goten was somewhat surprised to see that Trunks hadn't shown up when it was time to switch. Not that Goten cared much, but still, something must be wrong. Goten concluded after a long while, I should probably call him up and tell him I'll just stay with her for tonight as well.
"And there was." Usagi strained in her thinking. "A woman with. dark blue hair, very short. and she, she killed her." Goten looked up. He had stopped paying attention to her meaningless rambling of unawareness long before. But now, it was making sense.
(Okay, some of you may not understand what I mean here. I know a lot about hospitals, and passing out. Alright, when you pass out, and you wake up, it takes, or took me at least, a day to regain all memory. When I woke up, I didn't remember anything from the entire first day of being awake, because Usagi has only been awake for about three hours, she's talking about things she can remember, because the doctors are tying to see what might have caused this. So she's talking to a psychiatrist. No, I don't remember speaking with one. But I do remember the nurse had a son my age, and she kept going on and on about him. But other then that I don't remember anything else.)
(And Passing out is another thing not many people understand unless it's happened to them as well. It's like, how to explain this. Seeing a movie, like the first 15 minutes, then falling asleep only to see the last 15 minutes, you don't realize sometimes, that you even fell asleep. OH! GOOD EXAPMLE! I was watching the matrix with my otou, and I saw the first 5 minutes of it, then I fell asleep. (no I love that movie! I had stayed up for more then 29 hours straight!) Then I woke up about 20 minutes later, but I didn't realize I was asleep that long. It's like.. missing a small section of life. That's another way to put it. ^^; if you really want to know I could go on and on about this, lemme know and I'll tell you! [fun fun!])
"Who did she kill?" The man in the fancy suit asked her kindly.
"The murderer. The blue hair killed her."
The man looked down and his charts and sighed. "Thank you for your time Miss Chiba, I will come back to visit you soon, m'dear." He sighed and stood up.
"Alright grandpa, but when you come back promise me you'll bring me some ice cream?"
He smiled slightly, and looked at Goten. "You've got yourself a handful, don't you?"
Goten watched Usagi though, there was some odd look in her eyes, that he couldn't understand. They were saying something.
"We'll see you soon." Goten stammered as he pushed the man out of the room. "So Usa, who did the woman with blue hair say her name was?"
"Ami, or was it Setsuna, or was it Trista? Or was it." she went off on a long list of names, some the names of her former pets, maids, friends, partners, and people she didn't even know. Even herself more then once.
"You don't remember."
"Yes I do." She stated firmly in her confusion. "It was Ami Setsuna Trista."
"Ami, Setsuna, Trista." Trista was murdered, so who were these other women.
"Usagi, can I go use the phone a moment?"
"Clu, Speedy, Frisky, Blackie, Neptune, Carrots, Broccoli.."
The nurse walked in. "I'll watch her for you, while you leave." Goten nodded his thanks and ran out of of the building to his car. He turned on his cell phone, and punched in a number, it was picked up before he heard it ring.
"yes?"
"Uhh, Juu?" Goten asked slightly surprised it was answered by a female.
"Oh, is this Goten?" Goten made a small noise to let her know it was he. "Juu is a bit busy right now. But I could help you out with whatever you need. It's me, Michiru."
Goten sighed in relief. "Can you tell me who Setsuna is, or Ami?" There was a long pause before she answered.
"I'll be over to Nagasaki by this evening. Don't leave Usagi's side again. Alright? Good, see you in a bi-" she hung up.
Goten grabbed his phone, locked the car, and dashed back to the hospital room to see the nurse was in there smiling, sitting in a chair next to her bed, listening to Usagi sing, "Picture yourself on a boat in a river, with tangerine trees, and marmalade skies."
The nurse stood up seeing Goten. "She seems happy." They both smiled. "Thanks for watching her."
The nurse walked over to the door. "Don't you think you're being a bit over protective of her? She can't even move her arms." Goten forced a laugh.
"I guess, I just want her to be safe."
The nurse smiled. "You're really something." She stated before she left.
*~*~*~*~*
She sat on the bench all alone. 'How odd,' she thought, 'he said he'd be right back, why isn't he here then? He said it would only take a minute to get the soda, but he's been gone for thirty minutes now.' She sighed. "I guess every perfect date has to come to an end sometime." She stood up and gathered her purse and sweatshirt. 'I guess I have to go to work anyways.' She began to walk away when a hand grabbed her around the left arm. She spun around quickly.
A short man, who had suffered a large case of hair lose was holding onto her. Her instinct told her to run, get away as soon as possible. But her mind told her don't bother, there was no need.
"I need your help." He stated.
*~*~*~*~*
oooooo, come on, I have a feeling there are more then two people in this entire site reading this stupid story! (^^ 40 reviews!!) well Firefly, he is one of those people you stated in your review to misty. But you listed a LOT so I don't think that really helps. ^^; Poor, poor Misty. I don't mean to cause you mental stress! Honest!
^^ well Review!!