She was mopping slightly, she had been doing that for the past week. His
funeral would be in a few hours. She didn't want to go. Because she
couldn't admit to herself that he was gone. He couldn't be gone. He didn't
know it was coming, and it wasn't fair. But he was gone, and she had to
face the facts sooner or later. He was gone.
He was murdered. But she had done all she could to get her revenge. But now the only other thought that filled her mind was that she was a murderer, and she was alone.
An alone killer.
But you kinda wonder, isn't that was leads killers to become killers? All right, maybe not. Maybe they're all just homicidal freaks. But still, she didn't want the man to die. She just wanted to save the world.
She had her long pink hair cut a few days before. It was only a few inches past her shoulder blades now. At the moment, she was putting it up in a half ponytail, curling parts of it with a small crimper.
She hated herself. She should have been able to stop it from happening.
Slowly, she made her way out into the cold, bright sunlight outside world.
It had been days since she had gone out. And that was only because she went to visit Gohan.
As her feet crunched the icy snow beneath her feet, she was licking an envelope shut. There was a clearly printed address on it, yet no return address or name on it. The envelope was a light blue color, and had a little sticker on it. It was hard to tell what the sticker was, it looked a bit like a cow, but it could have been a sheep. Anyway, she was walking down towards the post office, her feet crunching as the snow beneath her shifted. She also had a package under her left arm. On it, had Son Gohan's address and her old address, from when she lived in the Manor.*
She got to the post office and paid for both to be sent. Then she checked her box at the post office.
Inside there was an old envelope. She pulled it out and looked for the return address, there was none.
She frowned slightly and shoved it into her pocket, then continued her walk out around town. A few people nodded at her and smiled, others did nothing even if they knew her. But there was one person. One person who always talked to her, Goku.
She walked into the chapel, then sat in a pew towards the back of the church to read her letter.
*~*~*~*~*
Let's get a few things out in the open. I wanted everything. I wanted to have complete control. Another thing I wanted out in the open, was this; You're mother was the one who let it out to the world. She was clumsy, and with those powers, you can prevent yourself from falling, which she did many times. The only reason I wanted that diary was because it belonged to your mother while she was working in the lab with me. The book Trunks had, that was a book that I myself wrote. It has another name for the author, but it was a fake. The company was having financial problems, we need to do something, so we took some of your mother's blood as a sample of this power. It was wonderful. The power that I felt through me because of her. If you look closely at the first article I sent you, it shows a picture of her, holding her bloody arm. That was the day we closed the lab. Now, why was I trying to kill at the other people? Chiba-san was a threat. He could do anything with the power he had. His sister was a celebrity, and was another wonderful way to make it appear as if I were trying to kill rich and powerful people. That man was an accident, he wasn't supposed to die. But it doesn't matter now. Hotaru, she worked for me, and failed her mission, and was killed for it. Setsuna had the same problem, as did Ami. Son ChiChi died because she was a Lost People, just like you and your mother. That's also why Goten had to die. Now, if you are reading this Usagi, I am dead, and you know who I am. But if Trunks or anyone else is reading this, you don't know what happened. I then must have killed Usagi, and am alive and out of Japan. But it doesn't matter now. If you're alive and I'm dead, congratulations. If I'm alive, good. The Lost People have been a dying race for a long, long time. Now there are none.
Son Bardock.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
"I should have guessed." She shouted, banging her fist on the desk in front of her. "The American's killed him without the Japanese consent! He didn't even have a trial here!" She cursed under her breath. "This is going to cause some huge problems."
He phone began to ring and she picked up. "NO! There was no Japanese jury, or witnesses in the trial." She sighed as the person on the other end continued talking. "Listen, I'm not up for long phone calls, or interviews." She hung up and unplugged the phone. She sighed, then looked at the picture on her desk.
Her wedding day, so happy. Vegeta was almost happy seeming too, if she didn't know for a huge fact that he was drunk. She turned the picture so it was facing the other way, and pulled out a bottle of Saki.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
She turned around, someone with heavy snow shoes was walking in the foyer. She stood and walked into it. 'Ah, Goku,' she thought to herself. She walked over to him, and smiled slightly. "I understand just about everything now." she sighed. 'But I still don't understand why he died.'
"Are you going tonight? And to the funeral?" He asked.
She shrugged. "I want to, and I should, but I don't think I can. I know he's gone, but I can't admit it to myself."
He nodded. "I know, but I think you should come." She nodded.
"I guess. I guess I'll see you there then."
She smiled slightly to herself, and walked out of the chapel.
*~*~*~*~*~
She never went to the funeral. But every once in a while, she comes by and leaves flowers next to the grave, sometimes she'll sit there and talk to him. She knows he's there, listening to her, somehow.
She quit her job, and moved into a smaller town.
She was lonely, and no matter what she did to fill her emptiness she always would be lonely.
She tried to call and see how Michiru was a few months after she moved. The people who lived there said they had lived there for the past twelve years, and not once had anyone named Michiru entered their home or used their phone. She then realized Michiru had left. For eternal happiness, she hoped. She wanted to talk to someone, but she couldn't. No one would ever understand.
One day, many, many years later. There was an accident. She was driving home from the market, and it began to rain, her windshield whippers were broken, and she crashed. She fell into a deep coma, and died three months later.
But maybe now, she could be happy. She would be with Goten, forever and ever, so don't be sad!
The story had a happy ending after all!
*~*~*~*~*~*~
*She moved out because she was all alone and stuff
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I donno. Kinda weak ending, but yea. Still good all the same. I'm sooo glad this is over. I can finally work rest. I've really been trying to finish it. (I was trying to finish it about ten chapters ago. ^^;) and here I am. At the end! Wow! This is really new!
*sees a ton of authors frolicking in a field filled with daisies, near a beautiful river that goes so far it disappears on the horizon. The clouds are thick and happy.*
*jaw drops* This is really cool.
^^ TA TA! I'M OFF TO FROLICK IN THE BEAUTIFUL FIELDS WITH MY FELLOW AUTHORS!
*runs into the field and trips* hmm.. maybe that happened because I've still got a bunch of other stories I need to finish. hmmm.
*Thanks tooo:
Misty, Firefly, Ryo-Koku, Clu, Hell Spawn Dragon, Flirty (who I think is dead. or something.), Lori, Elvin Flame,, and Sporanox!
He was murdered. But she had done all she could to get her revenge. But now the only other thought that filled her mind was that she was a murderer, and she was alone.
An alone killer.
But you kinda wonder, isn't that was leads killers to become killers? All right, maybe not. Maybe they're all just homicidal freaks. But still, she didn't want the man to die. She just wanted to save the world.
She had her long pink hair cut a few days before. It was only a few inches past her shoulder blades now. At the moment, she was putting it up in a half ponytail, curling parts of it with a small crimper.
She hated herself. She should have been able to stop it from happening.
Slowly, she made her way out into the cold, bright sunlight outside world.
It had been days since she had gone out. And that was only because she went to visit Gohan.
As her feet crunched the icy snow beneath her feet, she was licking an envelope shut. There was a clearly printed address on it, yet no return address or name on it. The envelope was a light blue color, and had a little sticker on it. It was hard to tell what the sticker was, it looked a bit like a cow, but it could have been a sheep. Anyway, she was walking down towards the post office, her feet crunching as the snow beneath her shifted. She also had a package under her left arm. On it, had Son Gohan's address and her old address, from when she lived in the Manor.*
She got to the post office and paid for both to be sent. Then she checked her box at the post office.
Inside there was an old envelope. She pulled it out and looked for the return address, there was none.
She frowned slightly and shoved it into her pocket, then continued her walk out around town. A few people nodded at her and smiled, others did nothing even if they knew her. But there was one person. One person who always talked to her, Goku.
She walked into the chapel, then sat in a pew towards the back of the church to read her letter.
*~*~*~*~*
Let's get a few things out in the open. I wanted everything. I wanted to have complete control. Another thing I wanted out in the open, was this; You're mother was the one who let it out to the world. She was clumsy, and with those powers, you can prevent yourself from falling, which she did many times. The only reason I wanted that diary was because it belonged to your mother while she was working in the lab with me. The book Trunks had, that was a book that I myself wrote. It has another name for the author, but it was a fake. The company was having financial problems, we need to do something, so we took some of your mother's blood as a sample of this power. It was wonderful. The power that I felt through me because of her. If you look closely at the first article I sent you, it shows a picture of her, holding her bloody arm. That was the day we closed the lab. Now, why was I trying to kill at the other people? Chiba-san was a threat. He could do anything with the power he had. His sister was a celebrity, and was another wonderful way to make it appear as if I were trying to kill rich and powerful people. That man was an accident, he wasn't supposed to die. But it doesn't matter now. Hotaru, she worked for me, and failed her mission, and was killed for it. Setsuna had the same problem, as did Ami. Son ChiChi died because she was a Lost People, just like you and your mother. That's also why Goten had to die. Now, if you are reading this Usagi, I am dead, and you know who I am. But if Trunks or anyone else is reading this, you don't know what happened. I then must have killed Usagi, and am alive and out of Japan. But it doesn't matter now. If you're alive and I'm dead, congratulations. If I'm alive, good. The Lost People have been a dying race for a long, long time. Now there are none.
Son Bardock.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
"I should have guessed." She shouted, banging her fist on the desk in front of her. "The American's killed him without the Japanese consent! He didn't even have a trial here!" She cursed under her breath. "This is going to cause some huge problems."
He phone began to ring and she picked up. "NO! There was no Japanese jury, or witnesses in the trial." She sighed as the person on the other end continued talking. "Listen, I'm not up for long phone calls, or interviews." She hung up and unplugged the phone. She sighed, then looked at the picture on her desk.
Her wedding day, so happy. Vegeta was almost happy seeming too, if she didn't know for a huge fact that he was drunk. She turned the picture so it was facing the other way, and pulled out a bottle of Saki.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
She turned around, someone with heavy snow shoes was walking in the foyer. She stood and walked into it. 'Ah, Goku,' she thought to herself. She walked over to him, and smiled slightly. "I understand just about everything now." she sighed. 'But I still don't understand why he died.'
"Are you going tonight? And to the funeral?" He asked.
She shrugged. "I want to, and I should, but I don't think I can. I know he's gone, but I can't admit it to myself."
He nodded. "I know, but I think you should come." She nodded.
"I guess. I guess I'll see you there then."
She smiled slightly to herself, and walked out of the chapel.
*~*~*~*~*~
She never went to the funeral. But every once in a while, she comes by and leaves flowers next to the grave, sometimes she'll sit there and talk to him. She knows he's there, listening to her, somehow.
She quit her job, and moved into a smaller town.
She was lonely, and no matter what she did to fill her emptiness she always would be lonely.
She tried to call and see how Michiru was a few months after she moved. The people who lived there said they had lived there for the past twelve years, and not once had anyone named Michiru entered their home or used their phone. She then realized Michiru had left. For eternal happiness, she hoped. She wanted to talk to someone, but she couldn't. No one would ever understand.
One day, many, many years later. There was an accident. She was driving home from the market, and it began to rain, her windshield whippers were broken, and she crashed. She fell into a deep coma, and died three months later.
But maybe now, she could be happy. She would be with Goten, forever and ever, so don't be sad!
The story had a happy ending after all!
*~*~*~*~*~*~
*She moved out because she was all alone and stuff
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I donno. Kinda weak ending, but yea. Still good all the same. I'm sooo glad this is over. I can finally work rest. I've really been trying to finish it. (I was trying to finish it about ten chapters ago. ^^;) and here I am. At the end! Wow! This is really new!
*sees a ton of authors frolicking in a field filled with daisies, near a beautiful river that goes so far it disappears on the horizon. The clouds are thick and happy.*
*jaw drops* This is really cool.
^^ TA TA! I'M OFF TO FROLICK IN THE BEAUTIFUL FIELDS WITH MY FELLOW AUTHORS!
*runs into the field and trips* hmm.. maybe that happened because I've still got a bunch of other stories I need to finish. hmmm.
*Thanks tooo:
Misty, Firefly, Ryo-Koku, Clu, Hell Spawn Dragon, Flirty (who I think is dead. or something.), Lori, Elvin Flame,, and Sporanox!