Two Retirees
Chapter 7
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Disclaimer- I don't own anything except for the refrigerator box I live in. Oh, and Danny and Uzume- who is a sad attempt to place myself in a fanfic. Even though, she is nothing like me. heh. No more of those.
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Vegeta pressed his thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose, nursing the beginnings of a headache. He'd never felt so helpless, so lost… without purpose. He wanted to kill himself and Kakarotto and get it over with… and he felt like a weakling for even considering taking his own life without reason… In battle, sure. But for some stupid disease? He couldn't just end it. But the only other option was a slow and rather painful end. It would have been funny if it weren't so embarrassing. Once one of the strongest men in the universe… now only a weak and feeble old man, barely able to walk very long without getting winded.
"But, it's not me! Damn it… damn it…. damn it…" He whispered angrily. Vegeta pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes and lowered his head. He could feel a lump in his throat and his eyes were burning, after a moment he realized what those things meant. "No… I am not that weak… No…"
"Vegeta?" It took him a few seconds to register the voice as Danny's. Annoying human…
"Go away, I have nothing to say to you." He didn't look up, only focused on clearing his blurry vision.
"Vegeta, please… I only want to talk to you… please." Vegeta finally turned his head and looked up at her. Danny was standing over his chair, her eyes full of concern… and… tears?
"What? What is so important that you cannot leave me in peace?" Kami, he was pathetic… Why didn't he argue? Why did he give in so easily? 'Because I'm too fucking tired to argue… just let her speak… then she'll leave me alone…'
Danny smiled a little and pulled up one of the wooden chairs that were tucked neatly under their wooden tables. She sat next to him and folded her hands in her lap. "Vegeta, I know you don't like me that much."
"Glad to know you're not as stupid as Kakarotto." He snorted. She glared at him a little, but chose not to argue.
"Anyway, I know you don't like me. But… I have to tell you… that I do like you. I like you and Goku, very much. Out of all the senile people here, only you seem to have held onto your dignity. You remind me of myself, in so many ways… distant… sarcastic," She smiled and continued, not aware of the rage building in Vegeta's eyes, nor his muscles tensing. "But I know, that you're a nice guy on the inside. I know you care about others…" Danny paused, taking a deep breath, "What I'm trying to say is that, I'd like to know you. I want to know the real you, before…" She trailed off. Vegeta, was trembling with anger. He stood, slowly, and Danny finally saw the rage written plainly on his face.
"You pathetic human. You call this dignified?! Crawling around like some lowly insect!! Having to be helped for almost everything??! And then… after insulting what dignity I do still have left, you dare to compare yourself to me!?" He paused, breathing deep, ignoring the shocked expression on Danny's face, and the tears building in her eyes. "You think you know so much about me? You say I'm like you!!? I could have crushed you woman, I could have killed you with but a glance!! You stupid, worthless, pathetic human!!!! Yes, I hate you! I hate you and your stupidity! How… how…" Danny wasn't listening anymore, her face was covered by her hands, her shoulders shaking with soft sobs. It took her a moment to realize that Vegeta was no longer raving like a lunatic. She glanced up just in time to see him grimace and choke on his next barrage of hateful words. He grabbed his chest and fell to his knees.
"V-vegeta!?" Danny cried out. She caught him right before he slammed into the floor. "Uzume!!" The other seniors had left the room, scared off my Vegeta's yelling. Goku was the only one in the room, he was standing at the doorway, tears coursing down his pale cheeks. Danny leaned over Vegeta, wrapping her arms around his limp form and calling for Uzume.
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"Father?" Vegeta called toward the figure standing in front of him. He reached out, wanting to confirm what his eyes were telling him. "F-father? Y-you're dead…" The dark haired figure looked down at him, smiled sadly and blurred into the form of Goku. "Ka-Kakarotto?"
"Vegeta? He's awake! You guys! Look!" Vegeta wanted to cover his ears… the voices were so loud. Did they have to scream, for Kami's sake? A feminine voice slightly softer, called to him.
"Vegeta, open your eyes. C'mon…"
"Wh-what?" Slowly, Vegeta blinked. Once, twice, and then opened his eyes. Uzume, Kakarotto and Danny were all standing around him. He was lying on his back… in his room… Uzume smiled and placed a washcloth on his forehead.
"We thought we lost you…" She whispered, and he realized that she was squeezing his hand, rubbing her thumb across the back of it.
"Get out." He mumbled hoarsely.
"What?" They all chorused, looking at him in confusion.
"I said get out. I don't want to see any of you." None of them moved. "I said get out, damn it!" With hurt expressions, Goku and Uzume left the room silently. Danny lingered for a moment but eased out of the room as well, after receiving a hate-filled glare from Vegeta. She closed the door behind her. Vegeta yanked the washcloth off of his forehead and threw it across the room, sending a bolt of pain through his chest. He did his best to ignore and glared up at the white ceiling, finally allowing tears to slide slowly down his cheeks.
"Father…"
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A/N- The ending was really rushed. Poo. Oh well, at least I have the story mapped out in my head now. ^^ Thanks for all those who reviewed my last chapter. *Big, cheesy smile* Lemme know what you think… I promise to get the next chapter out a lot faster this time.
