When You Love A Lost Rose
By: May-VeggieGirl1
This story is for Jeanne Nerim, who has been left behind by Kenneth Nerim who died August 9, 2002 at 4:26 p.m. of lung cancer. May they both be at peace, even when apart. This is also for the rest of the Nerim family, may they comfort Jeanne in these hard times.
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SONG FIC ALERT! If you don't like song fics', like me, then skip threw the song. I just felt like putting one in.
Chapter5: Push
" Stupid paper work...." Vegeta mumbled as Dr. Briefs came in and put, yet, even more paper work next to him. Once he did so, Dr. Briefs left. Vegeta tapped his pen on the wooden desk. He had gotten all of this paper work at once, and the craziest part was they wanted it all faxed to them before 6a.m., the next morning. So he read and signed for the entire degrading day. It did give him something to do and he thought it would keep his mind off Bulma. It did exactly the opposite. And wore his brain down with all the confusing things like stocks. Who cared about stocks? They are...he is rich, why would he need stocks? And he had all this crap about owning the Capsule Corp., and 'special' requirements like going to all 12 grades of school and at least two years of collage. He had never even heard of 'preschool' until Bulma brought it up with Trunks, which made Vegeta even more baffled. Bulma. Why was everyone pushing him? He kept re-thinking if everyone was doing this on some dark purpose of getting revenge. He had heard of many different kinds of revenge, but not many with emotions. Those and physical revenge combined could tear down even Kakarot. Why was he even thinking about revenge? He hadn't a clue. He was tired, hungry ,sad, and had writer's cramp. He sighed. Why did these kinds of things always happen to him? Kakarot couldn't have had a better lifetime, and here he was stuck with being miserable from the beginning and probably to the end. He tried to keep his mind focused but was soon struggling just to read the fine print. His eyes kept fading from legible print to illegible print. This was the pits. He basically couldn't go any lower, and just because there is always that chance that it could get worse he pushed any self-pity out of his mind. Heck, it was actually scaring him the fact that he was actually considering HFIL to be reward compared to what he was being pushed into. He was the prince of all saiyans and he was doing dirty work. He sighed again and got up and stretched. He felt his stomach growl, w/o technically growling.
"I guess I should get something to eat." He turned away from the desk, only to look threw the doorway, into the hallway, to see the only picture that was ever taken of them together. He remembered it as if it were yesterday. It also was the only picture that anyone ever managed to take of him. He sunk his head, now ashamed that he even for a second pitied himself when Bulma paid an even bigger price. He forgot about his stomach and back down to keep on working.
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Push by SmashMouth
Why don't you condone it,
Why don't you set me free,
I don't think you own it,
Cause' it belongs to me!
And if I ever want to take it back,
You try to lie and hide it,
Look whose laughing last!
Everyone around me thinks they know,
They try to see it,
But I don't let it show!
Stay out of my business,
Keep your hands off my door!
I've got a bed,
I'd rather sleep on the floor!
Screaming in my head,
I don't like it anymore!
No place to go,
Leave me alone,
I don't want to know!
Nobody ever seems to understand,
Everyday I wake up,
And do the best I can!
I got my problems,
You got yours too!
You try to label me,
Have you ever looked at you?
Nobody's perfect,
I really think you do,
And if you are why am I standing next to you?
No place to go,
Leave me alone,
I don't want to know!
I spin my wheels and try to figure it out,
What's going on,
And what's it all about!
Where did I go wrong?
I think I'm having my doubts,
About what you said,
And what you're going to do!
I'm so pissed off,
I blame it on you!
I've done it all,
There's nothing left for me to do!
What's going on?
Piss on you!
No place to go,
Leave me alone,
I don't want to know!
( * blink* Why did I put this up again? Oh well.)
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Dr. Briefs walked down the hallway with more papers and yawned. The telephone rang again. Except that it was his phone. He picked it up. "Hello...........*gasp* Really?....I'll be right over!" He hung up the phone and hurried into the room Vegeta was working in. " Vegeta, guess what! B-" He cut himself off when he realized that Vegeta was fast-asleep. He tries to shake him awake. "Vegeta! Wake up!" When Vegeta didn't wake he quit shaking. "The boy does need his sleep. I guess he can catch up in the morning." Dr. Briefs scribbled something down on a sticky note and stuck it on Vegeta's forehead. Then he left.
Hello! I don't know exactly why I put a song fic in here. So who called Dr. Briefs? What's on that sticky note? What color and kind of pen did he and Vegeta use? Is it a miracle? Find out next chapter! Please review!