Hiya!
Trunks- Question!
Goten- Answer!
Trunks- For Emiko, ya' dummy.
Goten- oh.
Emiko- Answer!
Trunks- why do you always start out a title with 'Hiya!'?
Emiko- ((Thinks)) Owe!! Um . . . Because I can?
Goten: Good answer!!!
Emiko- Thank-you!!!
Trunks- But you get to use the characters from DBZ
Emiko- If I write something like this:
I do not own DBZ.
Emiko- Now I can!!!
ON WITH THE FIC!!!
A/N I KNOW that this chapters is short but it is a filler chapter to the next chapter (Duh) but, yeah,)
SECOND CHANCE
Vegeta became very still. He did not know how to react to the scene in front of him. His wife was just making out with her ex-boyfriend. And they looked younger than they did last weekend when Bulma had a barbecue and everyone was over.
'Think of something, Vegeta . . .' Vegeta told himself.
"Sorry, is that an Earth custom?" Vegeta asked with as much sarcasm in his voice as he could muster though his shock.
He sat down at the table. Was his dream true? Was he really in the past? He looked up at Bulma. She had less wrinkles and longer hair. Everything about her seemed younger. Vegeta looked back down to the table.
'That means she's not my mate,' Vegeta thought sadly. He was going to have to change that. He had only made his move when she had broken up with Yamdork. 'If only I could . . .'
"VEGETA!" Bulma yelled in his ear causing him to lose his train of thought and to stumble out of his chair. Yamcha held back a laugh.
"Do you think that's funny, weakling?" Vegeta growled from the ground. He had hated Yamcha before in the future for what he did to Bulma. But now, he had a whole new reason to hate him. He liked that.
Yamcha stood still.
"Vegeta . . .d-don't do a-anything r-rash . . ." Bulma squeeked from the other side of the kitchen.
"Like what?" Vegeta asked getting up and sitting the chair right.
Yamcha spoke up, "Going and blasting the whole place."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Now why would I do . . . a . . . thing like . . . that?" Vegeta shook his head, "Because it is something I would do." He answered himself.
Bulma and Yamcha looked at each other before they both looked at Vegeta with raised eyebrows. They stayed like this until Vegeta stood up and walked outside. He stared at the spot where the GR usually stood. It was a large vastness of grass.
'Shit,' Vegeta thought shortly, before taking off into the ominous sky.
Vegeta flew. He flew until he had no more thoughts. He flew slowly enough that if one of the others were out, that they could keep up with him, but not as fast as a Super Say-jin. Flying this way always cleared Vegeta's mind. All his thoughts went with the wind that flew by him. He always did this before a battle or after a major fight he had with Bulma or Trunks. He always seemed to get along with Bra okay enough, but then again she hadn't entered her teenage years yet when he left.
When he arrived to his spot, a small bay area that had few trees and an ocean view. He always trained here before Trunks from the future came and he was granted his beloved Gravity Room. He also liked it here. He came here when he was informed Trunks was coming. He came here after the cell games. He came here many of times just to think to himself. He found that it was much like Vegetasei here, except the water, and the sand, and the trees. On Vegetasei, all of that was red, even the sky. Not blue, and brown and green.
'This is my home,' Vegeta thought to himself. 'Bulma's here. This IS my home.'
The thought of Bulma made Vegeta very upset. There was more that was home. Her. Bulma, the one woman that he would ever really learn to love. Except his daughter, but she didn't count. That kind of love came naturally. That kind of love can only be expressed through a father- daughter connection. The kind of love that he and Bulma share . . .
'Shared.' He reminded himself. 'She doesn't love me now.' That thought only made Vegeta laugh at himself.
Here he was, once, no, is, the most feared being in the universe, one that took out thousands of planets and killed one too many people in his lifetime, think of how mush he loved a woman that practically hated him.
Once again, Vegeta laughed at himself for his stupid thoughts.
He sat down in the sand and pondered on his current situation.
He was a sixty-year-old man that had traveled back in time to be currently living in his thirty-three-year-old self. He could change what he wanted to about his life with a few exceptions that his daughter from the future he left behind would be informing him about.
In other words, he was blind in the mid of day.
*(("What's the catch?"
"Only one thing. You will be notified of that when the time comes."))*
'And what is this payment thing that he had to do? It has to do with life, not death. What kind of idiot is this 'Emily', anyway?'
Vegeta laid back down onto the sand and sunk in, thinking of all that he could change. Starting with the 'Yamdork/Bulma escapade' as he called it before.
Maybe he could have Bulma sooner than before . . .
By the time that is was dark, Vegeta already had a plan formed and a smirk on his face.
Chapter ONE!!! (Minus the Prolorges)
Now, I know that those of you that have read Locked In *IF you haven't I suggest that you do, (It'll help with this story.)* Know that I do suck- ups and Thank-yous at the end of each story. Not that I am getting whimpy. But that was in the summer when I actually had time on my hands, your lucky your still getting chapters with my schedual. But I will only answer those I think really need answering, other than that, I'm just going to list them.
outtadaloop
butterflyV
Bulma Briefs^Yue Lover
Obsidian Blade- Like I said before, I try to be original.
Shortie (You know who you are) Yes, you are absolutely hideous! (JK!!) That is exactly why upper classmen hit on you!! And, excuse me, but I talk to you EVERYDAY in math!!!
Emiko- ((Rolls eyes and mumbles)) coughSARAHcough
Trunks- there's that name again!!!
Goten- Yeah, who is she?
Emiko- I don't know, but I let her borrow Trunks! (You get to borrow Trunks Sara!!!)
Booming-Voice-of-Sara; What for?
Emiko- I don't know. ((Gets all red and angry)) YOUR STORY?!?!?! If you ever write one. YOU SHOULD!!! THEN WE'D BE TWINKIES!!!
Booming-Voice-of-Sara- I like twinkies!!!
Emiko- honey, you need sleep.
Trunks- That's it! She's insane.
Goten- You JUST figured that out?
Booing voice of Sara- Well you're the one that sang 'I'm Dreaming of Roses and Chocolate Milk, gum drops and peppermint from up above' all during class!
Emiko- Well, you're the one that didn't get her homework done!
Booming Voice of Sara- Neither did you!
Trunks- We're cutting in here.
Goten- Yeah, The End.
Trunks- Review.
Emiko ((From background)) SO!?!?!? Ya' know what? BIRD!!!!!
Trunks and Goten- (Raises Eyebrows)
Trunks- Question!
Goten- Answer!
Trunks- For Emiko, ya' dummy.
Goten- oh.
Emiko- Answer!
Trunks- why do you always start out a title with 'Hiya!'?
Emiko- ((Thinks)) Owe!! Um . . . Because I can?
Goten: Good answer!!!
Emiko- Thank-you!!!
Trunks- But you get to use the characters from DBZ
Emiko- If I write something like this:
I do not own DBZ.
Emiko- Now I can!!!
ON WITH THE FIC!!!
A/N I KNOW that this chapters is short but it is a filler chapter to the next chapter (Duh) but, yeah,)
SECOND CHANCE
Vegeta became very still. He did not know how to react to the scene in front of him. His wife was just making out with her ex-boyfriend. And they looked younger than they did last weekend when Bulma had a barbecue and everyone was over.
'Think of something, Vegeta . . .' Vegeta told himself.
"Sorry, is that an Earth custom?" Vegeta asked with as much sarcasm in his voice as he could muster though his shock.
He sat down at the table. Was his dream true? Was he really in the past? He looked up at Bulma. She had less wrinkles and longer hair. Everything about her seemed younger. Vegeta looked back down to the table.
'That means she's not my mate,' Vegeta thought sadly. He was going to have to change that. He had only made his move when she had broken up with Yamdork. 'If only I could . . .'
"VEGETA!" Bulma yelled in his ear causing him to lose his train of thought and to stumble out of his chair. Yamcha held back a laugh.
"Do you think that's funny, weakling?" Vegeta growled from the ground. He had hated Yamcha before in the future for what he did to Bulma. But now, he had a whole new reason to hate him. He liked that.
Yamcha stood still.
"Vegeta . . .d-don't do a-anything r-rash . . ." Bulma squeeked from the other side of the kitchen.
"Like what?" Vegeta asked getting up and sitting the chair right.
Yamcha spoke up, "Going and blasting the whole place."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Now why would I do . . . a . . . thing like . . . that?" Vegeta shook his head, "Because it is something I would do." He answered himself.
Bulma and Yamcha looked at each other before they both looked at Vegeta with raised eyebrows. They stayed like this until Vegeta stood up and walked outside. He stared at the spot where the GR usually stood. It was a large vastness of grass.
'Shit,' Vegeta thought shortly, before taking off into the ominous sky.
Vegeta flew. He flew until he had no more thoughts. He flew slowly enough that if one of the others were out, that they could keep up with him, but not as fast as a Super Say-jin. Flying this way always cleared Vegeta's mind. All his thoughts went with the wind that flew by him. He always did this before a battle or after a major fight he had with Bulma or Trunks. He always seemed to get along with Bra okay enough, but then again she hadn't entered her teenage years yet when he left.
When he arrived to his spot, a small bay area that had few trees and an ocean view. He always trained here before Trunks from the future came and he was granted his beloved Gravity Room. He also liked it here. He came here when he was informed Trunks was coming. He came here after the cell games. He came here many of times just to think to himself. He found that it was much like Vegetasei here, except the water, and the sand, and the trees. On Vegetasei, all of that was red, even the sky. Not blue, and brown and green.
'This is my home,' Vegeta thought to himself. 'Bulma's here. This IS my home.'
The thought of Bulma made Vegeta very upset. There was more that was home. Her. Bulma, the one woman that he would ever really learn to love. Except his daughter, but she didn't count. That kind of love came naturally. That kind of love can only be expressed through a father- daughter connection. The kind of love that he and Bulma share . . .
'Shared.' He reminded himself. 'She doesn't love me now.' That thought only made Vegeta laugh at himself.
Here he was, once, no, is, the most feared being in the universe, one that took out thousands of planets and killed one too many people in his lifetime, think of how mush he loved a woman that practically hated him.
Once again, Vegeta laughed at himself for his stupid thoughts.
He sat down in the sand and pondered on his current situation.
He was a sixty-year-old man that had traveled back in time to be currently living in his thirty-three-year-old self. He could change what he wanted to about his life with a few exceptions that his daughter from the future he left behind would be informing him about.
In other words, he was blind in the mid of day.
*(("What's the catch?"
"Only one thing. You will be notified of that when the time comes."))*
'And what is this payment thing that he had to do? It has to do with life, not death. What kind of idiot is this 'Emily', anyway?'
Vegeta laid back down onto the sand and sunk in, thinking of all that he could change. Starting with the 'Yamdork/Bulma escapade' as he called it before.
Maybe he could have Bulma sooner than before . . .
By the time that is was dark, Vegeta already had a plan formed and a smirk on his face.
Chapter ONE!!! (Minus the Prolorges)
Now, I know that those of you that have read Locked In *IF you haven't I suggest that you do, (It'll help with this story.)* Know that I do suck- ups and Thank-yous at the end of each story. Not that I am getting whimpy. But that was in the summer when I actually had time on my hands, your lucky your still getting chapters with my schedual. But I will only answer those I think really need answering, other than that, I'm just going to list them.
outtadaloop
butterflyV
Bulma Briefs^Yue Lover
Obsidian Blade- Like I said before, I try to be original.
Shortie (You know who you are) Yes, you are absolutely hideous! (JK!!) That is exactly why upper classmen hit on you!! And, excuse me, but I talk to you EVERYDAY in math!!!
Emiko- ((Rolls eyes and mumbles)) coughSARAHcough
Trunks- there's that name again!!!
Goten- Yeah, who is she?
Emiko- I don't know, but I let her borrow Trunks! (You get to borrow Trunks Sara!!!)
Booming-Voice-of-Sara; What for?
Emiko- I don't know. ((Gets all red and angry)) YOUR STORY?!?!?! If you ever write one. YOU SHOULD!!! THEN WE'D BE TWINKIES!!!
Booming-Voice-of-Sara- I like twinkies!!!
Emiko- honey, you need sleep.
Trunks- That's it! She's insane.
Goten- You JUST figured that out?
Booing voice of Sara- Well you're the one that sang 'I'm Dreaming of Roses and Chocolate Milk, gum drops and peppermint from up above' all during class!
Emiko- Well, you're the one that didn't get her homework done!
Booming Voice of Sara- Neither did you!
Trunks- We're cutting in here.
Goten- Yeah, The End.
Trunks- Review.
Emiko ((From background)) SO!?!?!? Ya' know what? BIRD!!!!!
Trunks and Goten- (Raises Eyebrows)