I haven't done my own thing in a while. I do have your requests, so I'll get them out.
THIS IS THE SAME DAY AS "HOW DID I FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU?"
I'm not trying to say this is what really happened, so this is kind of an A/U of Vegeta's past. I think his mother really died in childbirth or something.
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Song: I'm OK.
For some reason the upload isn't coming out right, so the first few lines of the song are in normal print. Anything not indented is the song.
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Bulma turned the song from "How Did I Fall in Love With you?" and put in a different CD.
"Great. Who is it now?" Vegeta asks.
"Hey! She's a great singer! It's Christina Aguilera!" she explains. I roll my eyes.
"The slut on TV dancing half naked!" Bulma pouts.
"She is not! She's in her early 20's. She's kewl in my book cause she tells us how she feels, no matter how sad or dirty or happy it is. She can't help it if she feels like partying. I'd do a video like that if I were in my early 20's again." Vegeta quirks an eyebrow.
"Don't get any ideas mister…" she says slyly. She folds clothes as she listens to "Young Girl". Before the end comes, she says something about having to mash the potatoes and leaves.
Vegeta's relieved when he hears the end of the song. He tells himself to get up and turn it off, but is too lazy at the moment to do so. The bed was just too comfortable.
Vegeta sighs as a new song comes on.
Once upon a time there was a girl
"Change 'girl' to 'boy'," Vegeta thought absently.
In her early years she had to learn
How to grow up living in a war that she called home Never knew just where to turn for shelter from the storm
This singer and him had a lot in common. He thought back to when he was little. There would be constant fighting between his father and his mother. He wouldn't know what to do, where to turn for comfort.
It hurt me to see the pain across my mother's face
Every time my father's fist would put her in her place
Vegeta twitched at these words, remembering a scene in which the above happened.
Hearing all the yelling I would cry up in my room
Hoping it would be over soon
Never cry. He would never cry. But he would pray.
Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
And every morning that I wake
I look back at yesterday
And I'm OK
He took in a quivering breath, remembering the fear he felt. If it hadn't been for his mother, he could never have been the man he was today.
Bulma walked in, seeing the painful look on Vegeta's face. This was her favorite song on the CD, but she knew that if Vegeta ever heard it…
"Oh my gosh, Vegeta. I'm so sorry. I'll turn it off," she said softly, reaching over to the stereo. He put a hand, signaling her to stop.
"No, keep it on. I guess this singer isn't as bad as I thought…" he said. Bulma swallowed and returned to the kitchen, knowing he would want to be left alone.
I often wonder why I carry all this guilt
When it's you that helped me put up all these walls I've built
Now that he thought about it, it was his father who forced Vegeta to construct the mental walls he held. Frieza did nothing but fortify them. Until Bulma came into his life, they remained strong. She's the one who tore them down.
Shadows stir at night through a crack in the door
The echo of a broken child screaming, please no more
Daddy don't you understand the damage you have done
For you it's just a memory, but for me it still lives on
"You are a memory," he thought. He thought back to the vicious beatings he received, and closed his eyes to keep tears from welling up.
Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so, so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
Every morning that I wake
I look back at yesterday
"And I'm Ok," he thought sadly. In his mind he heard the screaming, and saw the beatings. He saw his mother's bloody face as she fell to the floor with a THUD. He saw his father's uncaring face as he walked away, not feeling anything for her. He opened his mind to stop the flow of memory, allowing the tears to come.
It's not so easy to forget
All the marks you left along her neck
He swallowed, his throat tight. He never got to see his mother that much. She was always in the hospital wing. The few times he did see her is when she was receiving her daily beating, in which his father would put all his frustration from the day.
When I was thrown against cold stairs
Vegeta put his right hand on his left shoulder, feeling for the scar there. He had hit the corner and his shoulder had been torn open.
And everyday afraid to come home
In fear of what I might see next
He would often try to run away, but found he didn't have the strength to. He wouldn't leave his mother alone like that. He hated the word 'home'.
Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love you gave
And every morning that I wake
I look back at yesterday
And I'm OK
He wiped the tears from his face, knowing Bulma would be coming back when she heard the song was over. And after she finished the mashed potatoes.
The memories were still fresh, and it took all his self-control to stop another tear from falling.
Bulma came in shortly after, peering around the corner into the room. She stepped in when she saw Vegeta wasn't crying or anything. He had wiped them away at the right time.
"Vegeta?" she asked uncertainly.
He swallowed hard.
"I'm OK."
He had new respect for this singer now.
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Well, that's it. New chapter up next Sunday. Please review.