Look On the Bright Side Suicide

Author: techychic Email: techychic02@yahoo.com Warning- Yaoi, angst Paring(s): Vegeta/Goku Special note: Thank you so much Nancy!! For both the encouragement and the title.

Summary - Disclaimer- I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. Nor do I own any of the lyrics from the band "Nirvana". There is no profit being made off of this so don't bother to sue me unless you want my burrito and aluminum flavored milk ^_^ Yum!

"I love you as well Kakarotto," Vegeta placed a small kiss to cold lips "I always will." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Regret.

Regret tinged his mind, how ironic even my death gives me no solace.

"Oh god he loved me " he wanted to be back in Vegeta's arms; even thru the haze of his own death he felt the utter bliss in that single moment. Tears fell freely from his eyes as he made his way to Yema's desk, to be resigned to his fate. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The sky was grayed with clouds thunder crashed and lightning cut across the sky, rain fell from the sky, like tears for a fallen hero.

The tears had dried from his eyes, how long had he kneeled next to the hollow shell that was left of the man he loved. It hurt "why Kakarotto." I look at his pale face just hoping this is all some sickening dream. I pull the knife from his chest, and glare at the bloodstained blade, this thing shattered my dreams. I find myself contemplating my own death, would anyone truly miss me? The only person who truly cared about me is no longer with me in life.

The knife blade snapped as it hit the floor.

"I will not join you yet" I this with determination, "not if I can save you."

I lift his limp form off the ground and cradle him close to my body. I did not notice the rain until now, was it raining before? No it wasn't.heaven must be crying, for its heavenly angel has fallen.

I can feel the stickiness of his blood on me, and I can smell his death in the air. I must leave this place; no we must leave this place. I carry my burden, my sorrow, securely with me. The rain chills me, and mournful winds howl making my journey that much more difficult. But I am grateful to the never- ending droplets, for they have washed away the blood that covered our bodies.

I do not recall how long it took me to reach, the woman's home but I did. It was not my home...I doubt it ever was. I carried my beloveds' body into the living room; I gently placed my Kakarotto on the couch.

Bulma had heard the front door open, and had decided to see if Vegeta had finally come back. She was not prepared for what waiting.her scream rang though the house. As she tried to get near the body of her friend.

I growled at her, I'm not sure if she was more terrified by my beloveds' body or by my defensiveness as she tried to near him. I personally don't care. He is mine and I will protect him, no one can touch him but me!

"Vegeta" Bulma stammered out nervously, "Is he."

I just stare at her making sure she doesn't come near.to the logical part of my mind, I know he is dead, but for some reason that doesn't matter. I still need to protect him. Damn it! I need to keep some part of my sanity.

"Need.ship," Why is it so hard to talk "need ship". She has the audacity to stare at me as if I've gone mad.

"What do you need a ship for, huh?" she questioned, wondering if he had finally lost it.

"How dare you question!" my anger is making my words more coherent, "I need...ship to save Kakarotto."

"Vegeta he dead!" she hadn't seen Goku breath or move.she knew he was gone. "We can't even wish him back!"

Energy crackled around me growing along with my anger "Just give me a ship!"

"Fine have it your way!" she huffed angrily "I'll give you your damn ship" and with that she stalked away.

Vegeta looked to the body before him 'I'll get you back Kakarotto'. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Gohan sighed the feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach had not gone away. He looked up at his students as they toiled away on their latest essay. All of this was giving him a headache and made his heart ache, how had his life gotten so skewed. His cell phone rang, a few students picked up their heads to find the culprit. Gohan quickly excused himself and exited to the hallway, he pulled out his phone and flipped it open.

"Hello?"

"Oh Gohan I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" came Bulma's teary voice. Gohan's heart sank, "his body is here" he didn't even respond he just dropped his phone. His father was dead.he wasn't going to come back.ever.

"No!" he screamed collapsing onto the dingy school floor tears streaming from his eyes. He didn't even notice the people staring at him; his fists were balled tightly in anguish. He picked himself up and with eyes teary and red he looked at his students and with a shaky voice he managed to dismiss his class. His student disappeared quickly as did other on lookers. He ran out of the university and flew into the raining skies, 'I need to see.I need to see for myself'. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Goku approached the ominous desk and hesitantly looked upward. A disappointed and disapproving expression met his eyes as he looked up at Yema.

"Goku." Yema shook his large head as he sighed, "I must say I am very disappointed."

Goku winced, would it be so bad to no longer exist, no he deserved the fate dealt to him. Yema sighed what was he going to do with him he had died a hero twice and fell from grace the third time. With 'a certain courtesy of heart' he decided to give Goku the final decision.

"Goku I give you two possible fates, but you must decide." Goku's eyes widened and he nodded hesitantly. "Your first possible fate is you keep your body but are condemned to the depths of hell or you give up your physical body and stay in the heavens.

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What should Goku's fate be, help me decide.

To be continued