Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z is owned by the absolute genious Akira Toryama. I
do not own these characters, or make any prophet what-so-ever off of this
story. I write it out of respect for Akira, and his wonderful characters.
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Chapter Thirteen; Loses, and Lymbo
Fifty years later...
Vegeta had trained almost constantly for the last fifty years. He hadn't gotten that much stronger in reality, but it helped him relax. Trunks was all Vegeta had left in the world after all these years, but even he was a feeble old man incapable of training with him anymore.
Not long after Bulma's funeral, Bra had dissapered. He'd never felt like she was really gone until a couple of years ago, but her ki was hard to trace, and she had seemed to be trying to conceal it, so he never saw her again.
Most of the strong fighters on the planet had long since died by now, along with thier techniques. Kakarot's last son had died the previous year, and both Kakarot and Trunks had been crushed, Kakarot being his father, and Trunks being his ninety-four years best friend. Vegeta left his gravity chamber to find Trunks sitting on the couch in a couphing fit. Vegeta ran to him. "Trunks, what's wrong?!"
"Dad..*couphing*...this is a bad one. I don't know if I'm going to make it through this one."
"Trunks, come on, don't do this to me! I need you! Even a human can live to be a hundred and twenty! Why can't you?!"
"That's one in a billoin, dad." His couphing got heavier, and Vegeta knew that this was it; the moment he had dreaded.
"Goodbye, my son.", Vegeta said. He tried to cry for his son, but he was too cold. The tears didn't come. "Say hello to your mother for me."
"I'll *couphing* tell her you'll see her in heaven."
"No. It wouldn't be right to lie to her. Just tell her that I miss her, and that I still love her.", he said.
With that, Trunks gave him a thumbs up, and died with a smile on his face. Vegeta called, and arranged to have him burried close to his mother. The funeral was a simple one; Just he, Kakarot, and Pan. Pan cried the most. Kakarot cried a little, but Vegeta could find no tears to shed.
"Vegeta, your going to be alright, aren't you?", Kakarot asked.
He smirked. "Sure. I'll be fine.", he said, then chuckled, "I guess I'm right back where I started."
Kakarot looked at him with way too much pity in his eyes. "Why does it all have to come to this. Not too long ago, everything was perfect. I was happy, you were happy, and I KNOW you were.", Kakarot said, having seen through his act, "Why did those days ever have to end?" Kakarot was crying now.
"You miss your woman.", Vegeta said, and Kakarot nodded.
"I miss her so much. I'll never stop missing her. I'm sorry about this, Vegeta. I know how you feel about crying, but I can't help it." His grand- daugter, who looked much older than him, hugged him.
"I understand.", Vegeta said. He went over to Bulma's grave, which was pretty close to his sons, and got on his knees. "I wish that I could see you again someday, Bulma, but I simply hold too much hatred, and evil in my heart." He touched the tombstone which listed her name, and young age of death. "You'll have our son with you now atleast. Hopefully, he wasn't poisoned at birth by my sins, and can join you in the place of peace and happiness I'm sure your in right now. I'll always love you, Bulma."
Kakarot had heard the whole thing. "I'm sorry about your family, Vegeta."
"What are you apologizing for? You didn't kill them." Vegeta got up, and continued bitterly, "The universe did."
"You know, your wrong."
"What do you mean, Kakarot?"
"You will see Bulma again. Your not evil anymore. Infact, I don't think you ever were. You never meant to have to do what you did."
"Yes, but I did it, and I enjoyed it. You can't tell me that's not evil."
"You've changed, Vegeta. Your not like that anymore. Bulma saved you. Trunks and Bra saved you. Your going to meet them again.", Kakarot persisted.
"Whatever you say, Kakarot.", Vegeta said, flying away faster than Kakarot could respond.
He didn't need Kakarot's little pep-talk to get his hopes up for a big let- down. He had long since accepted that he would never see her again. He put his face in his hands, then ran his fingers through his own hair. The flame of a hairstyle was always one of the things that made him unique, yet somehow it was starting to annoy him now.
He went home to the empty house, wandering what to do with the business now. He went into the bathroom in front of a mirror, and levled out his hair, sinjing the edges so it wouldn't grow back. He looked a little older now. That's all he ever wanted was to grow old with Bulma. He shook his head. "I should have just wished my lifespan away.", he said, "You said that you didn't want your life to be wished any longer, but you never said- Oh wait. You did say that I couldn't kill myself, didn't you?"
He went back outside. "I just wish that I could talk to you one more time.", Vegeta said to the sky, "I wish that I could tell you I loved you again. I didn't say it to you more than seven or so times in our whole relationship, and I regret it horribly."
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In a distant perfection...
"Why can't I talk to him?!", Bulma asked King Yemma as she looked down onto the earth.
"Because neither of you has moved on yet. You have to give up all notions of life, and he has to accept your death. Only then can my weak telepathic powers support the connection.", he said.
"Is there any other way?"
"Well, there is King Kai, but I was the only person to ever make it all the way to his planet, and it took me over ten thousand years. You need to move on. The fact that you yearn to speak to him is what makes it impossible. If you just left my office, and entered your heaven then maybe you would someday have a chance."
"My only heaven is with him. I don't care where you choose to send me. I could never be happy without him.", she said, crying.
"But, Bulma, your heaven means your perfect situation, your 'happy place' if you will. If Vegeta being there would be perfection, then you will find him on the other side, not in this office.", King Yemma said.
"But it wouldn't really be him, would it? It would just be...fake, nothing, and allusion!!!"
"Calm down, Bulma. You have to move on. You can't stay here in lymbo forever. Your soul seeks peace. You won't find it here."
"Ahh...sir?", a smaller ogre said.
"What is it?", King Yemma replied.
"Well, she's been here for a little over fifty years. She must have accumilated enough energy for a trip, however short."
"Hmm", King Yemma pondered, "Your right. Bulma, you could visit the planet for a couple of hours."
"Why didn't you tell me that before?!!!", she screamed, enraged.
"Do you want to go or not?", he asked.
"Yes. Ofcoarse."
At that, King Yemma summoned Babba,and Bulma flew downward with her, completely skipping HFIL, and entering the living dimention.
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Vegeta was sitting in a grassy feild when an intense premonition came over him, and he julted up. Was it ki enery? No. It was something else, but what?..."No! It can't be!".
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From The Author: Is it getting good again? I know I went stale near the end, but I think that this pretty much makes up for it. Well, not really, but I'm trying. Hay! My birthday is July thirty-first. I guess that's tomarrow. Well, since it's one in the morning, I guess it's today. Oh well, I'm turning fifteen, and the perfect birthday present would be a few reveiws! I haven't been getting many lately. Thanks!
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Chapter Thirteen; Loses, and Lymbo
Fifty years later...
Vegeta had trained almost constantly for the last fifty years. He hadn't gotten that much stronger in reality, but it helped him relax. Trunks was all Vegeta had left in the world after all these years, but even he was a feeble old man incapable of training with him anymore.
Not long after Bulma's funeral, Bra had dissapered. He'd never felt like she was really gone until a couple of years ago, but her ki was hard to trace, and she had seemed to be trying to conceal it, so he never saw her again.
Most of the strong fighters on the planet had long since died by now, along with thier techniques. Kakarot's last son had died the previous year, and both Kakarot and Trunks had been crushed, Kakarot being his father, and Trunks being his ninety-four years best friend. Vegeta left his gravity chamber to find Trunks sitting on the couch in a couphing fit. Vegeta ran to him. "Trunks, what's wrong?!"
"Dad..*couphing*...this is a bad one. I don't know if I'm going to make it through this one."
"Trunks, come on, don't do this to me! I need you! Even a human can live to be a hundred and twenty! Why can't you?!"
"That's one in a billoin, dad." His couphing got heavier, and Vegeta knew that this was it; the moment he had dreaded.
"Goodbye, my son.", Vegeta said. He tried to cry for his son, but he was too cold. The tears didn't come. "Say hello to your mother for me."
"I'll *couphing* tell her you'll see her in heaven."
"No. It wouldn't be right to lie to her. Just tell her that I miss her, and that I still love her.", he said.
With that, Trunks gave him a thumbs up, and died with a smile on his face. Vegeta called, and arranged to have him burried close to his mother. The funeral was a simple one; Just he, Kakarot, and Pan. Pan cried the most. Kakarot cried a little, but Vegeta could find no tears to shed.
"Vegeta, your going to be alright, aren't you?", Kakarot asked.
He smirked. "Sure. I'll be fine.", he said, then chuckled, "I guess I'm right back where I started."
Kakarot looked at him with way too much pity in his eyes. "Why does it all have to come to this. Not too long ago, everything was perfect. I was happy, you were happy, and I KNOW you were.", Kakarot said, having seen through his act, "Why did those days ever have to end?" Kakarot was crying now.
"You miss your woman.", Vegeta said, and Kakarot nodded.
"I miss her so much. I'll never stop missing her. I'm sorry about this, Vegeta. I know how you feel about crying, but I can't help it." His grand- daugter, who looked much older than him, hugged him.
"I understand.", Vegeta said. He went over to Bulma's grave, which was pretty close to his sons, and got on his knees. "I wish that I could see you again someday, Bulma, but I simply hold too much hatred, and evil in my heart." He touched the tombstone which listed her name, and young age of death. "You'll have our son with you now atleast. Hopefully, he wasn't poisoned at birth by my sins, and can join you in the place of peace and happiness I'm sure your in right now. I'll always love you, Bulma."
Kakarot had heard the whole thing. "I'm sorry about your family, Vegeta."
"What are you apologizing for? You didn't kill them." Vegeta got up, and continued bitterly, "The universe did."
"You know, your wrong."
"What do you mean, Kakarot?"
"You will see Bulma again. Your not evil anymore. Infact, I don't think you ever were. You never meant to have to do what you did."
"Yes, but I did it, and I enjoyed it. You can't tell me that's not evil."
"You've changed, Vegeta. Your not like that anymore. Bulma saved you. Trunks and Bra saved you. Your going to meet them again.", Kakarot persisted.
"Whatever you say, Kakarot.", Vegeta said, flying away faster than Kakarot could respond.
He didn't need Kakarot's little pep-talk to get his hopes up for a big let- down. He had long since accepted that he would never see her again. He put his face in his hands, then ran his fingers through his own hair. The flame of a hairstyle was always one of the things that made him unique, yet somehow it was starting to annoy him now.
He went home to the empty house, wandering what to do with the business now. He went into the bathroom in front of a mirror, and levled out his hair, sinjing the edges so it wouldn't grow back. He looked a little older now. That's all he ever wanted was to grow old with Bulma. He shook his head. "I should have just wished my lifespan away.", he said, "You said that you didn't want your life to be wished any longer, but you never said- Oh wait. You did say that I couldn't kill myself, didn't you?"
He went back outside. "I just wish that I could talk to you one more time.", Vegeta said to the sky, "I wish that I could tell you I loved you again. I didn't say it to you more than seven or so times in our whole relationship, and I regret it horribly."
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In a distant perfection...
"Why can't I talk to him?!", Bulma asked King Yemma as she looked down onto the earth.
"Because neither of you has moved on yet. You have to give up all notions of life, and he has to accept your death. Only then can my weak telepathic powers support the connection.", he said.
"Is there any other way?"
"Well, there is King Kai, but I was the only person to ever make it all the way to his planet, and it took me over ten thousand years. You need to move on. The fact that you yearn to speak to him is what makes it impossible. If you just left my office, and entered your heaven then maybe you would someday have a chance."
"My only heaven is with him. I don't care where you choose to send me. I could never be happy without him.", she said, crying.
"But, Bulma, your heaven means your perfect situation, your 'happy place' if you will. If Vegeta being there would be perfection, then you will find him on the other side, not in this office.", King Yemma said.
"But it wouldn't really be him, would it? It would just be...fake, nothing, and allusion!!!"
"Calm down, Bulma. You have to move on. You can't stay here in lymbo forever. Your soul seeks peace. You won't find it here."
"Ahh...sir?", a smaller ogre said.
"What is it?", King Yemma replied.
"Well, she's been here for a little over fifty years. She must have accumilated enough energy for a trip, however short."
"Hmm", King Yemma pondered, "Your right. Bulma, you could visit the planet for a couple of hours."
"Why didn't you tell me that before?!!!", she screamed, enraged.
"Do you want to go or not?", he asked.
"Yes. Ofcoarse."
At that, King Yemma summoned Babba,and Bulma flew downward with her, completely skipping HFIL, and entering the living dimention.
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Vegeta was sitting in a grassy feild when an intense premonition came over him, and he julted up. Was it ki enery? No. It was something else, but what?..."No! It can't be!".
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From The Author: Is it getting good again? I know I went stale near the end, but I think that this pretty much makes up for it. Well, not really, but I'm trying. Hay! My birthday is July thirty-first. I guess that's tomarrow. Well, since it's one in the morning, I guess it's today. Oh well, I'm turning fifteen, and the perfect birthday present would be a few reveiws! I haven't been getting many lately. Thanks!
