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 Two; A Tragic Past
Desiree decided not to confront Vegeta about this just yet. She wanted to read on further first. #...Frieza's supposed to come tomarrow, and Vegeta will beat him. I know it, yet I'm still scared for some reason...# The next entery was over a year later. #...I'm finally back from the dead. The otherworld was nice, but I missed Vegeta. I would've gotten wished back earlier, but Goku made the mistake of summoning the dragon in the middle of the city, and had to use the wish to erase the memories of the onlookers. I contacted Vegeta with my mind, and I'm going to go see him now. I have to be on the ship in an hour. Then it'll only be two weeks until I see my love again!...# Heartbroken, she read for a little more. #...Vegeta just beat Frieza's father and brother, and now he's pretty much the rular of the universe, or atleaste he would be if he hadn't given it all up for me! He told me about the day I died at the hands of Frieza. He said that his anger caused him to transform into a Super Saiya-jin, and that he defeated Frieza with ease. What he told me next was even more shocking. He said that he had fallen to the ground, and cried uncontrollably, thinking that I was gone forever. He said that he cried infront of Goku, and even Nappa and Radditz! It should be sad, but really, it's not. Vegeta can feel now! I saved him, and he loves me! He actually told me that he loves me!!!...# She put down the book, and walked out to see her husband.
He was sitting at the kitchen table eating the food she had made him. For the first time, she examined the fact that he had never once told her that he loved her. He was just fun at first, then they became close, but mostly just phisically close. She had always thought that there was love, but now wasn't sure anymore.
She approached him, and sat down next to him. "Vegeta, do you love me?", she asked plainly, and with a hint of sadness.
He looked at her with a strange...something in his eyes. "I...don't know.", he replied.
"Well, I love you.", she said.
He rubbed his forehead. "Listen, you are an atractive, intelligent woman, and I...am a Saiya-jin. I don't think that Saiya-jins are supposed to be able to feel love. Try to understand. It's not you.", he said.
She felt her heart break, and her lip quiver, He had never seen her cry before, so she tried hard to stop herself. "I'm sorry you feel that way.", she said, running out of the room with her hand covering her face.
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"Desiree...!", Vegeta yelled. What was wrong with her?! He had always assumed that she understood, but apparently, she expected more than a phisical relationship with the demi-Saiya-jin. He walked to thier room, and found her crying on the bed. "Hay.", he said, lifting her head, and kissing her, "You are a beautiful woman, with a great body. That's why I married you. That's why I will never regret it.", he said.
She looked up at him with utter disgust, and said, "What will you think of me when I start to get old, huh?! Will you just move on, and find another young woman in two-hundred years or so?!"
"What ARE you blabbering about woman?!"
"Damn it, Vegeta, why can't you just tell me the truth?!!!"
"I already did!", he said, insulted, "The truth is that I don't love you! Never have, never will!!!" He stormed out. That woman didn't know what she was talking about anymore. Was she losing her mind or something?! Vegeta flew outside to get some fresh air.
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Desiree picked up the book again, and read for a long time, about how Bulma had gotten pregnant twice by him, and he had replied both times with smiles, and love. She cried constantly because she knew that Vegeta would never act that way toward her. #...Vegeta gave me the nicest birthday present today! It's a hand crafted glass vase with many perfectly strait zig-zag lines, and a few hearts. He made it himself. He's so caring. He was also training with Trunks. Vegeta may not seem like it to the public, but he's become the best husband and father in history over the years, and I our love only gets stronger every day...# A picture fell from the book; a picture of Vegeta-it really was him!-with his arm around a beautiful blue- haired, blue-eyed woman. He had a smile on his face, a real smile, not a sarcastic smirk.
She read on further still. Aparently, Vegeta had gone to a phycic, and found out how long Bulma was going to live. #...He pulled me from my computor desk, and began carrying me up the stairs. He started insisting that I retire the next day. I even saw him cry for the first time. He was so upset that I said that I would retire. Since Bra already has her own life outside of Capsule Corp., I'll give it all to Trunks. He's very smart, if not a genious himself...# She read on further. The enteries became longer after that, and calmer. They were mostly just about how Vegeta cared for her every day, trying to make her life less stressful, until the last entery. #...I feel myself dying. I know I have to tell Vegeta today before it's too late, but he's not going to take it well. I am not looking foreward to saying these things to him. I know he will cry, and beg me not to leave him. It will surely break my heart to tell him that I can't help it. I am the world to Vegeta, and he is the world to me. We will both suffer a great loss. Even I will, as I enter the gates of heaven. Goodbye, world. Now I must go say goodbye to Vegeta...# She put the diary down, and bookmarked the pade. She felt herself crying more than she ever had in her life. Poor Vegeta.
Desiree needed to find him. She ran around the house calling his name, but he was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, something drew her to a wing of the house she hadn't yet explored. Something had always made her want to stay away from it, but now she was drawn toward it. There was a main door to the wing which was locked. She couldn't pick the lock, so she just kicked it down. She found a wing of bedrooms.
On one door read #Trunks#. On another; #Bra#. Then at the end of the hall, there was an oak double-door. She went into the room of Trunks. She saw an old computor, and began digging through the desk. She found another diary, and began reading. This one only had a couple of pages. #...I've never kept a journal before, but had to write this. Mom is dead! Dad doesn't think anyone was around when it happened, but I was in the doorway watching. Mom told dad that she was going to die, and he seemed frantic. Now, I have NEVER seen my dad without a perfectly cool composure before in my entire life, and he was screaming, and crying. He was ranting about how it wasn't fair that he was still in his prime. He cried more than I did! He seemed so horribly sad. He said that it would be beyond his abilities to move on in his entire lifetime, and his words seemed so sincere. Poor father. I hope that me and Bra can atleast comfort him a little bit in his time of need...#
"Vegeta...", she said to herself as she read more. The next entery was about a month later. #...Mom's fumeral was really sad. Everyone cried except dad. He pretty much just sat there with that same plain look on his face that he still wears today. Bra dissapeared, and so did her ki signal, and all dad did was stair through the walls, and say something like, "Oh, really?" He has really lost his spirit. There's nothing left to him now...# The next one took place about fifty years later. #...I'm couping a lot today. I think that I might die. My father won't like this. He STILL looks sixty years younger than me, so he'll be alone for a while. Well, I'm going to go sit on the couch now, and wait for him to come out. I hope that the afterlife is kind to me...#
"Oh, my god.", she said to herself, "Oh, Vegeta, no wonder your afraid to get close to me." So many tears came now. "No wonder your so cold. You poor poor man...I just wish that I could help you, but your true love is already dead."
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Chapter Two; A Tragic Past
Desiree decided not to confront Vegeta about this just yet. She wanted to read on further first. #...Frieza's supposed to come tomarrow, and Vegeta will beat him. I know it, yet I'm still scared for some reason...# The next entery was over a year later. #...I'm finally back from the dead. The otherworld was nice, but I missed Vegeta. I would've gotten wished back earlier, but Goku made the mistake of summoning the dragon in the middle of the city, and had to use the wish to erase the memories of the onlookers. I contacted Vegeta with my mind, and I'm going to go see him now. I have to be on the ship in an hour. Then it'll only be two weeks until I see my love again!...# Heartbroken, she read for a little more. #...Vegeta just beat Frieza's father and brother, and now he's pretty much the rular of the universe, or atleaste he would be if he hadn't given it all up for me! He told me about the day I died at the hands of Frieza. He said that his anger caused him to transform into a Super Saiya-jin, and that he defeated Frieza with ease. What he told me next was even more shocking. He said that he had fallen to the ground, and cried uncontrollably, thinking that I was gone forever. He said that he cried infront of Goku, and even Nappa and Radditz! It should be sad, but really, it's not. Vegeta can feel now! I saved him, and he loves me! He actually told me that he loves me!!!...# She put down the book, and walked out to see her husband.
He was sitting at the kitchen table eating the food she had made him. For the first time, she examined the fact that he had never once told her that he loved her. He was just fun at first, then they became close, but mostly just phisically close. She had always thought that there was love, but now wasn't sure anymore.
She approached him, and sat down next to him. "Vegeta, do you love me?", she asked plainly, and with a hint of sadness.
He looked at her with a strange...something in his eyes. "I...don't know.", he replied.
"Well, I love you.", she said.
He rubbed his forehead. "Listen, you are an atractive, intelligent woman, and I...am a Saiya-jin. I don't think that Saiya-jins are supposed to be able to feel love. Try to understand. It's not you.", he said.
She felt her heart break, and her lip quiver, He had never seen her cry before, so she tried hard to stop herself. "I'm sorry you feel that way.", she said, running out of the room with her hand covering her face.
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"Desiree...!", Vegeta yelled. What was wrong with her?! He had always assumed that she understood, but apparently, she expected more than a phisical relationship with the demi-Saiya-jin. He walked to thier room, and found her crying on the bed. "Hay.", he said, lifting her head, and kissing her, "You are a beautiful woman, with a great body. That's why I married you. That's why I will never regret it.", he said.
She looked up at him with utter disgust, and said, "What will you think of me when I start to get old, huh?! Will you just move on, and find another young woman in two-hundred years or so?!"
"What ARE you blabbering about woman?!"
"Damn it, Vegeta, why can't you just tell me the truth?!!!"
"I already did!", he said, insulted, "The truth is that I don't love you! Never have, never will!!!" He stormed out. That woman didn't know what she was talking about anymore. Was she losing her mind or something?! Vegeta flew outside to get some fresh air.
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Desiree picked up the book again, and read for a long time, about how Bulma had gotten pregnant twice by him, and he had replied both times with smiles, and love. She cried constantly because she knew that Vegeta would never act that way toward her. #...Vegeta gave me the nicest birthday present today! It's a hand crafted glass vase with many perfectly strait zig-zag lines, and a few hearts. He made it himself. He's so caring. He was also training with Trunks. Vegeta may not seem like it to the public, but he's become the best husband and father in history over the years, and I our love only gets stronger every day...# A picture fell from the book; a picture of Vegeta-it really was him!-with his arm around a beautiful blue- haired, blue-eyed woman. He had a smile on his face, a real smile, not a sarcastic smirk.
She read on further still. Aparently, Vegeta had gone to a phycic, and found out how long Bulma was going to live. #...He pulled me from my computor desk, and began carrying me up the stairs. He started insisting that I retire the next day. I even saw him cry for the first time. He was so upset that I said that I would retire. Since Bra already has her own life outside of Capsule Corp., I'll give it all to Trunks. He's very smart, if not a genious himself...# She read on further. The enteries became longer after that, and calmer. They were mostly just about how Vegeta cared for her every day, trying to make her life less stressful, until the last entery. #...I feel myself dying. I know I have to tell Vegeta today before it's too late, but he's not going to take it well. I am not looking foreward to saying these things to him. I know he will cry, and beg me not to leave him. It will surely break my heart to tell him that I can't help it. I am the world to Vegeta, and he is the world to me. We will both suffer a great loss. Even I will, as I enter the gates of heaven. Goodbye, world. Now I must go say goodbye to Vegeta...# She put the diary down, and bookmarked the pade. She felt herself crying more than she ever had in her life. Poor Vegeta.
Desiree needed to find him. She ran around the house calling his name, but he was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, something drew her to a wing of the house she hadn't yet explored. Something had always made her want to stay away from it, but now she was drawn toward it. There was a main door to the wing which was locked. She couldn't pick the lock, so she just kicked it down. She found a wing of bedrooms.
On one door read #Trunks#. On another; #Bra#. Then at the end of the hall, there was an oak double-door. She went into the room of Trunks. She saw an old computor, and began digging through the desk. She found another diary, and began reading. This one only had a couple of pages. #...I've never kept a journal before, but had to write this. Mom is dead! Dad doesn't think anyone was around when it happened, but I was in the doorway watching. Mom told dad that she was going to die, and he seemed frantic. Now, I have NEVER seen my dad without a perfectly cool composure before in my entire life, and he was screaming, and crying. He was ranting about how it wasn't fair that he was still in his prime. He cried more than I did! He seemed so horribly sad. He said that it would be beyond his abilities to move on in his entire lifetime, and his words seemed so sincere. Poor father. I hope that me and Bra can atleast comfort him a little bit in his time of need...#
"Vegeta...", she said to herself as she read more. The next entery was about a month later. #...Mom's fumeral was really sad. Everyone cried except dad. He pretty much just sat there with that same plain look on his face that he still wears today. Bra dissapeared, and so did her ki signal, and all dad did was stair through the walls, and say something like, "Oh, really?" He has really lost his spirit. There's nothing left to him now...# The next one took place about fifty years later. #...I'm couping a lot today. I think that I might die. My father won't like this. He STILL looks sixty years younger than me, so he'll be alone for a while. Well, I'm going to go sit on the couch now, and wait for him to come out. I hope that the afterlife is kind to me...#
"Oh, my god.", she said to herself, "Oh, Vegeta, no wonder your afraid to get close to me." So many tears came now. "No wonder your so cold. You poor poor man...I just wish that I could help you, but your true love is already dead."
