Hiya!!!
Trunks: WHAT?!?!? ANOTHER ONE?!?!?!
Goten: What happened to 'Locked In'?
Emiko: Well, because of the idea for this story, I was having a writer's block on it. I wrote this in FOURTY-FIVE minutes. That's a record for me!!! ((Does a 'lil jig))
Goten: Why aren't you writing that?
Emiko: I JUST UPDATED IT TODAY!!!
Trunks: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Goten got yelled at!!!
Emiko: Just for that, YOU get to do the DISCLAIMER!!!
Trunks: Awe . . . Emiko does not own DBZ in anyway.
Emiko: VERY GOOD!!!
ON WITH THE FIC
SECOND CHANCE
Night has fallen on Capsule Corp. The lights are almost all out. The new moon shine in the sky down onto the large house. The only sounds heard were the slight breeze and the soft hum of the Gravity Machine.
Now, the Prince was well into his sixties and had no reason to keep training, but the constant voice in his head that kept saying 'I have to be stronger than Kacarott'. Unlike ten years ago, when he trained every night before and after dinner, he no longer went to the GR every night. Only when he felt the need to stretch.
'Stupid family, distracting me from my training,' his thoughts went on as he entered the kitchen.
Vegeta walked into the living room to see his wife and daughter asleep on the couch. All his thoughts suddenly disappeared as he looked at the two blue haired beauties before him.
The T.V. was glowing with black and white pictures. They had fallen asleep watching the old movie.
Vegeta looked to the clock on the VCR.
11:37
He had no clue that he had stayed out that long.
He bent down to the table and picked up the remote. As the old box clicked off, Bulma's eyes shot open.
"Hey," she said groggily, "We were watching that!"
"Really?" He asked, "Is there a new way to watch T.V.? When you keep you eyes closed and snore?"
"Ha-Ha!" she said. "Help me with her."
Vegeta walked to the couch and picked up his daughter. "You go on up, I'll meet you there." He said to Bulma, motioning to the upstairs.
"Uh-uh," Bulma said standing up and walking up the stairs, "You're taking a shower first."
"Fine." He followed her up the stairs, Bra in hand. He reached the top and went the separate way towards Bra's room.
He laid her down and pulled the covers to her chin. He found himself doing this a lot lately. He would find her asleep on the couch, at her desk, or in the labs, and he'd take her to her room and pull the covers up to her chin.
Like her mother, she had reached the level of Genius when she was still a child. Age eight was when it was official. After that, she was bored to death.
She had no school, and her mother wouldn't let her help on a lot of the projects Capsule Corp. was working on at the time. Her brother was always off training or going to school himself.
Trunks couldn't let his little sister surpass him in school status. When she was five and had read every book in the house, he decided that he was to go though least High School.
He was now in collage.
Vegeta would never admit it, but he was very proud of his children. Trunks had achieved Super Say-jin at six, and Bra had achieved Genius status at age eight.
'Best of both Bulma and me,' he always thought.
They were both strong.
They were both smart.
Vegeta smirked as he left his daughters' room. He had paid attention to her growing up. Watching everything. Her first . . . well, everything. He was there. She had him wrapped around his finger and he didn't mind a bit.
Then Vegeta passed his eldest child's room. The door was ajar and a dim light was coming from the opening.
"Trunks?" Vegeta asked as he opened the door to see what the light was from. He immediately regretted it as he saw his son asleep at his desk, books sprawled out in front of him and his laptop open to what looked like Vocabulary.
Vegeta decided to wake him. 'If he needs to finish his homework, he'll want to woken up,' Vegeta thought. He walked over to his son and shook him slightly.
"Trunks . . .Trunks, wake up, Trunks," He whispered as the boy woke.
"Dad?" he said. Then he groaned. Vegeta took this as a sign to make him go back to sleep.
"Get in bed, son, it's late," he said pulling him up out of his chair.
"No, I . . .have a . . ." He yawned here, "test tomorrow . . . and I need to study." He said getting closer and closer to his bed.
"You won't do good on it if you don't get some sleep."
"Okay, dad . . ." Trunks trailed, sleep reclaiming him.
Like his daughter, he pulled the blanket to his son's chin. He really looked at his son.
'This is my son,' he thought. He beamed at the thought. He never even really KNEW him until after Buu hit. He slowed down the training, watched his family instead. Grew with his family. He realized that when Trunks became a Super Say-jin. His power level grew so much and he hadn't even seen it. He missed so much in his life. Vegeta hated that.
Vegeta bent down and turned off the lamp that had been the source of light.
He walked out the door and shut it lightly behind him. He turned to go to his and Bulma's room when he ran into the woman herself.
She smiled at him.
"What?" he asked in his cold and angry voice.
Her smile grew.
"What?" he asked again, his voice higher.
"That was sweet."
"What was?"
"What you just did."
"So, I can't tell my kids goodnight?"
"No, I never said that. I said it was sweet."
"Same difference."
She laughed at him.
Vegeta really looked at her.
He loved her, he truly did. He was unsure if he had ever told her that. She ended up with him because of one night of passion and grief. She needed him and he needed her. Both for their own reasons. Stayed together because of the stupid Say-jin bonds. And Trunks. He was the main reason. They could both stand not being anywhere near each other for the rest of their lives, but one look at Trunks . . .
"What?" It was Bulma's turn to be paranoid.
Vegeta just smiled. A REAL smile.
"What?"
"Have I ever told you that I love you?" he said his face not changing.
Bulma's expression went to confused to curiosity to realization to happy. "No." She said simply. Acting like a woman that knew her boyfriend was about to propose.
"Well, I love you."
Bulma's smile was so wide when she wrapped her arms around her husband and kissed him.
"I love you too."
Vegeta pulled back and looked at her. The only other times in his life he felt this much emotion, was when he held his children for the first time.
"I'm sorry I never said it before, I have always loved you. I just wish I could go back in my life, I'd tell you that sooner . . ."
Meanwhile, miles away, an old woman stared at the scene of the kissing couple before her.
She opened her old mouth and creaked out, "Wish Granted."
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Well, that is the Prologue Part One. It get's better. I promise.
PART TWO!
Who is this old woman? Why is she visiting Vegeta and Bra in their sleep? When is the actual Plot going to come into play?
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Please Review.
Trunks: WHAT?!?!? ANOTHER ONE?!?!?!
Goten: What happened to 'Locked In'?
Emiko: Well, because of the idea for this story, I was having a writer's block on it. I wrote this in FOURTY-FIVE minutes. That's a record for me!!! ((Does a 'lil jig))
Goten: Why aren't you writing that?
Emiko: I JUST UPDATED IT TODAY!!!
Trunks: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Goten got yelled at!!!
Emiko: Just for that, YOU get to do the DISCLAIMER!!!
Trunks: Awe . . . Emiko does not own DBZ in anyway.
Emiko: VERY GOOD!!!
ON WITH THE FIC
SECOND CHANCE
Night has fallen on Capsule Corp. The lights are almost all out. The new moon shine in the sky down onto the large house. The only sounds heard were the slight breeze and the soft hum of the Gravity Machine.
Now, the Prince was well into his sixties and had no reason to keep training, but the constant voice in his head that kept saying 'I have to be stronger than Kacarott'. Unlike ten years ago, when he trained every night before and after dinner, he no longer went to the GR every night. Only when he felt the need to stretch.
'Stupid family, distracting me from my training,' his thoughts went on as he entered the kitchen.
Vegeta walked into the living room to see his wife and daughter asleep on the couch. All his thoughts suddenly disappeared as he looked at the two blue haired beauties before him.
The T.V. was glowing with black and white pictures. They had fallen asleep watching the old movie.
Vegeta looked to the clock on the VCR.
11:37
He had no clue that he had stayed out that long.
He bent down to the table and picked up the remote. As the old box clicked off, Bulma's eyes shot open.
"Hey," she said groggily, "We were watching that!"
"Really?" He asked, "Is there a new way to watch T.V.? When you keep you eyes closed and snore?"
"Ha-Ha!" she said. "Help me with her."
Vegeta walked to the couch and picked up his daughter. "You go on up, I'll meet you there." He said to Bulma, motioning to the upstairs.
"Uh-uh," Bulma said standing up and walking up the stairs, "You're taking a shower first."
"Fine." He followed her up the stairs, Bra in hand. He reached the top and went the separate way towards Bra's room.
He laid her down and pulled the covers to her chin. He found himself doing this a lot lately. He would find her asleep on the couch, at her desk, or in the labs, and he'd take her to her room and pull the covers up to her chin.
Like her mother, she had reached the level of Genius when she was still a child. Age eight was when it was official. After that, she was bored to death.
She had no school, and her mother wouldn't let her help on a lot of the projects Capsule Corp. was working on at the time. Her brother was always off training or going to school himself.
Trunks couldn't let his little sister surpass him in school status. When she was five and had read every book in the house, he decided that he was to go though least High School.
He was now in collage.
Vegeta would never admit it, but he was very proud of his children. Trunks had achieved Super Say-jin at six, and Bra had achieved Genius status at age eight.
'Best of both Bulma and me,' he always thought.
They were both strong.
They were both smart.
Vegeta smirked as he left his daughters' room. He had paid attention to her growing up. Watching everything. Her first . . . well, everything. He was there. She had him wrapped around his finger and he didn't mind a bit.
Then Vegeta passed his eldest child's room. The door was ajar and a dim light was coming from the opening.
"Trunks?" Vegeta asked as he opened the door to see what the light was from. He immediately regretted it as he saw his son asleep at his desk, books sprawled out in front of him and his laptop open to what looked like Vocabulary.
Vegeta decided to wake him. 'If he needs to finish his homework, he'll want to woken up,' Vegeta thought. He walked over to his son and shook him slightly.
"Trunks . . .Trunks, wake up, Trunks," He whispered as the boy woke.
"Dad?" he said. Then he groaned. Vegeta took this as a sign to make him go back to sleep.
"Get in bed, son, it's late," he said pulling him up out of his chair.
"No, I . . .have a . . ." He yawned here, "test tomorrow . . . and I need to study." He said getting closer and closer to his bed.
"You won't do good on it if you don't get some sleep."
"Okay, dad . . ." Trunks trailed, sleep reclaiming him.
Like his daughter, he pulled the blanket to his son's chin. He really looked at his son.
'This is my son,' he thought. He beamed at the thought. He never even really KNEW him until after Buu hit. He slowed down the training, watched his family instead. Grew with his family. He realized that when Trunks became a Super Say-jin. His power level grew so much and he hadn't even seen it. He missed so much in his life. Vegeta hated that.
Vegeta bent down and turned off the lamp that had been the source of light.
He walked out the door and shut it lightly behind him. He turned to go to his and Bulma's room when he ran into the woman herself.
She smiled at him.
"What?" he asked in his cold and angry voice.
Her smile grew.
"What?" he asked again, his voice higher.
"That was sweet."
"What was?"
"What you just did."
"So, I can't tell my kids goodnight?"
"No, I never said that. I said it was sweet."
"Same difference."
She laughed at him.
Vegeta really looked at her.
He loved her, he truly did. He was unsure if he had ever told her that. She ended up with him because of one night of passion and grief. She needed him and he needed her. Both for their own reasons. Stayed together because of the stupid Say-jin bonds. And Trunks. He was the main reason. They could both stand not being anywhere near each other for the rest of their lives, but one look at Trunks . . .
"What?" It was Bulma's turn to be paranoid.
Vegeta just smiled. A REAL smile.
"What?"
"Have I ever told you that I love you?" he said his face not changing.
Bulma's expression went to confused to curiosity to realization to happy. "No." She said simply. Acting like a woman that knew her boyfriend was about to propose.
"Well, I love you."
Bulma's smile was so wide when she wrapped her arms around her husband and kissed him.
"I love you too."
Vegeta pulled back and looked at her. The only other times in his life he felt this much emotion, was when he held his children for the first time.
"I'm sorry I never said it before, I have always loved you. I just wish I could go back in my life, I'd tell you that sooner . . ."
Meanwhile, miles away, an old woman stared at the scene of the kissing couple before her.
She opened her old mouth and creaked out, "Wish Granted."
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Well, that is the Prologue Part One. It get's better. I promise.
PART TWO!
Who is this old woman? Why is she visiting Vegeta and Bra in their sleep? When is the actual Plot going to come into play?
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Please Review.