Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, I never will, and I never
shall.ever.never...ever..*goes to cry with Goku in his secret place*
*cuddles next to Goku in the secret place* Hi Goku!
Goku: AH! What are you doing here?? This is supposed to be my secret place!!
Where you cry??
Goku: YES!! *sob*
I, of course, know where your secret place is! I'M THE AUTHOR..
Goku:..*shoves Vogue out of secret place* There's no point in calling it a secret place unless it's secret! It might as well be called the 'place that everyone knows about so they can watch me cry 'place!
*sighs* that was a long and annoying disclaimer. Err, the point is that Akira owns DBZ..not me.
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In total, I had been kidnapped at Vegeta's home for 11 days. It has been surprisingly easy for me, except the horrible feeling of longing for my former family.
On the 15th day.I remember the day was April 6th. It's been burnt into my memory forever. I remember the sky was very clear, a perfect blue. A perfect day for a death.. such as hers..
The day was normal; or what had become normal for me nowadays. I was sitting in Vegeta's room, folding clothes like I did every couple of days. The day was peaceful and I was finally getting accustomed to my new life.
Oh, and about sleeping arrangements. Vegeta had his own bedroom, and I usually slept on the couch. It was usually every man for himself, so I had to find somewhere to sleep.
Anyway, I was sitting on Vegeta's large master bed, folding clothes when I heard a peculiar sound from outside. It sounded like furious yelling, and screaming. I'd heard so many times that it was almost in seconds that I recognized it.
ChiChi!!
I felt my heart skip a beat with excitement. I set down the clothes and rushed to the window to see her.
//Has she come to take me home..?// I ask myself over and over again, not thinking about anything but the happiness I felt just hearing her voice.
I peered out the window to see a yelling, screaming ChiChi. I didn't have the faintest idea why she was in such a fury until I saw him out there.
Vegeta.. why??
I stood there, frozen, peering at Vegeta's face. It was cool, calm and collected, very much unlike ChiChi's.
" Give me back my husband!! " I heard her scream. My heart pitter-pattered, but I soon grew with alarm as ChiChi took a fighting stance and challenged Vegeta.
//no!! no no no no no no!!" I scream in my mind. //Isn't she aware that he is the super saiya-jin??//
However, ChiChi's face showed no fear, but pure determination. Vegeta and ChiChi exchanged a few quick words before the battle began.
With a yell, ChiChi sped towards Vegeta. I watched with wide eyes, unblinking, my fingers holding tightly to the window frame until my knuckles became white.
ChiChi was on the offensive as she threw kick after punch at Vegeta. She is a good fighter in her own right, but in my heart I knew that she was no match for a saiya-jin, much less a super siaya-jin.
Vegeta blocked and ducked every attack ChiChi threw at him; it was only a matter of time until Vegeta switched from defensive and offensive.
To my horror, the time quickly came, and Vegeta struck her down with three powerful blows. ChiChi lay on the ground, her eyes shut tightly, clutching the grass in her hands and her fingernails racking through the dirt. Vegeta stalks closer to her until he is directly above her. I cannot hear the conversation that follows:
Vegeta swiftly let his boot come scalding down upon ChiChi's lower back. "Pitiful. You thought you really stood a chance against me?" He said in a devious, cold voice that he had only used when he first appeared on Earth.
ChiChi's eyes filled with tears. " I was willing to come and fight you for Goku's freedom! It makes no difference whether I die today or not, I do not want to live without him anymore!"
" Hmph." Vegeta said, applying more pressure with his foot making a sickening 'crruch' sound as he stressed her bones to the breaking point.
This was all I could take; Vegeta was not going to kill my wife!! So what if he is the legendary super saiya-jin! ChiChi risked her life for me; now it's my turn!
I rushed out of the bedroom, into the hallway, and then out the front door where the fight was taking place. I heard ChiChi give one deafening scream until she was quiet again. I suspected there that Vegeta had just broken her back.
I stood, stiff, too taken aback to move. My wife laid beneath Vegeta, crumbled now as blood seeps from her lips.
Vegeta swung back his leg, and in one swift moment, kicked her. She landed on her back with a thud, her eyes shut tightly with a look of pain. Vegeta slowly raised his hand. His palm began to glow gold as he prepared a ki attack to finish her off.
I finally find the words to speak.
" VEGETA STOP IT PLEASE!!" I scream, but I am too late, for in the middle of my pleading I hear the explosion..
I see her purple clothing drift away in the smoke and a quick but hideous glimpse of blood and something like ashes. Silence falls upon everything, and I stand still. My eyes are wide.
The only thing left of my wife is a smoldering crater filled with ash..
A long silence passes. Vegeta just stands there, staring at the crater, until he finally turns to me with a hideous smile on his face.
" Weren't you folding clothes?"
I feel the rage swell up inside me. I can't take it; he's taken everything! My wife, my life-- everything!!
I lunge myself at him, preparing to attack him with all I have. Unfortunately he grabs hold of one of my hands and one of my feet, making it impossible for me to make another move.
Despite my awkward position, I stare at him, cold defiance in my eyes as tears run down my cheeks like rivers.
" You killed her!! Why!!?? Why!!!???"
Surprisingly, he lets me go. I snap away from his reach and start beating his chest with my fists as hard as possible, but he stands as still as a statue. I know my fists could never hurt him.
" .Why..? Why..?" I whimper out, as the last of my strength is used up. I collapse into his arms; he holds me.
I hate myself. I hate my weakness. I hate the fact that I couldn't even defend my own wife. I hate that I am stuck, living with this murderer. Vegeta could kill me any time he wants, but he just needs a house-wife around to do his fucking laundry and cook him fucking dinner!
Despite my efforts I end up crying and sobbing on his shoulder uncontrollably and wrapping my arms tightly around his shoulders for some sort of sick and horrible moral support.
He holds me as if I am his lover, but that is the opposite of anything I'd ever think of this bastard. His warmth is no longer inviting, but sickening to me, and now whenever he speaks I will always hear my wife's final screams in my head as if in a state of shell shock.
Angry, rushed thoughts run hurriedly through my head as I continue to weep, making his shoulder wet with tears.
Finally he picks me up in his arms as does a groom to a bride and carries me into the house, down the hallway, and into his bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and yanks the covers over me.
He stares down at me with a look of contempt. I feel so worthless, so small now compared to him. My hair is disheveled and my eyes are bloodshot from crying. He gives me a look of sympathy before he turns around and leaves. He slams the door and leaves me to weep until morning..
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*cuddles next to Goku in the secret place* Hi Goku!
Goku: AH! What are you doing here?? This is supposed to be my secret place!!
Where you cry??
Goku: YES!! *sob*
I, of course, know where your secret place is! I'M THE AUTHOR..
Goku:..*shoves Vogue out of secret place* There's no point in calling it a secret place unless it's secret! It might as well be called the 'place that everyone knows about so they can watch me cry 'place!
*sighs* that was a long and annoying disclaimer. Err, the point is that Akira owns DBZ..not me.
~~~~~~
In total, I had been kidnapped at Vegeta's home for 11 days. It has been surprisingly easy for me, except the horrible feeling of longing for my former family.
On the 15th day.I remember the day was April 6th. It's been burnt into my memory forever. I remember the sky was very clear, a perfect blue. A perfect day for a death.. such as hers..
The day was normal; or what had become normal for me nowadays. I was sitting in Vegeta's room, folding clothes like I did every couple of days. The day was peaceful and I was finally getting accustomed to my new life.
Oh, and about sleeping arrangements. Vegeta had his own bedroom, and I usually slept on the couch. It was usually every man for himself, so I had to find somewhere to sleep.
Anyway, I was sitting on Vegeta's large master bed, folding clothes when I heard a peculiar sound from outside. It sounded like furious yelling, and screaming. I'd heard so many times that it was almost in seconds that I recognized it.
ChiChi!!
I felt my heart skip a beat with excitement. I set down the clothes and rushed to the window to see her.
//Has she come to take me home..?// I ask myself over and over again, not thinking about anything but the happiness I felt just hearing her voice.
I peered out the window to see a yelling, screaming ChiChi. I didn't have the faintest idea why she was in such a fury until I saw him out there.
Vegeta.. why??
I stood there, frozen, peering at Vegeta's face. It was cool, calm and collected, very much unlike ChiChi's.
" Give me back my husband!! " I heard her scream. My heart pitter-pattered, but I soon grew with alarm as ChiChi took a fighting stance and challenged Vegeta.
//no!! no no no no no no!!" I scream in my mind. //Isn't she aware that he is the super saiya-jin??//
However, ChiChi's face showed no fear, but pure determination. Vegeta and ChiChi exchanged a few quick words before the battle began.
With a yell, ChiChi sped towards Vegeta. I watched with wide eyes, unblinking, my fingers holding tightly to the window frame until my knuckles became white.
ChiChi was on the offensive as she threw kick after punch at Vegeta. She is a good fighter in her own right, but in my heart I knew that she was no match for a saiya-jin, much less a super siaya-jin.
Vegeta blocked and ducked every attack ChiChi threw at him; it was only a matter of time until Vegeta switched from defensive and offensive.
To my horror, the time quickly came, and Vegeta struck her down with three powerful blows. ChiChi lay on the ground, her eyes shut tightly, clutching the grass in her hands and her fingernails racking through the dirt. Vegeta stalks closer to her until he is directly above her. I cannot hear the conversation that follows:
Vegeta swiftly let his boot come scalding down upon ChiChi's lower back. "Pitiful. You thought you really stood a chance against me?" He said in a devious, cold voice that he had only used when he first appeared on Earth.
ChiChi's eyes filled with tears. " I was willing to come and fight you for Goku's freedom! It makes no difference whether I die today or not, I do not want to live without him anymore!"
" Hmph." Vegeta said, applying more pressure with his foot making a sickening 'crruch' sound as he stressed her bones to the breaking point.
This was all I could take; Vegeta was not going to kill my wife!! So what if he is the legendary super saiya-jin! ChiChi risked her life for me; now it's my turn!
I rushed out of the bedroom, into the hallway, and then out the front door where the fight was taking place. I heard ChiChi give one deafening scream until she was quiet again. I suspected there that Vegeta had just broken her back.
I stood, stiff, too taken aback to move. My wife laid beneath Vegeta, crumbled now as blood seeps from her lips.
Vegeta swung back his leg, and in one swift moment, kicked her. She landed on her back with a thud, her eyes shut tightly with a look of pain. Vegeta slowly raised his hand. His palm began to glow gold as he prepared a ki attack to finish her off.
I finally find the words to speak.
" VEGETA STOP IT PLEASE!!" I scream, but I am too late, for in the middle of my pleading I hear the explosion..
I see her purple clothing drift away in the smoke and a quick but hideous glimpse of blood and something like ashes. Silence falls upon everything, and I stand still. My eyes are wide.
The only thing left of my wife is a smoldering crater filled with ash..
A long silence passes. Vegeta just stands there, staring at the crater, until he finally turns to me with a hideous smile on his face.
" Weren't you folding clothes?"
I feel the rage swell up inside me. I can't take it; he's taken everything! My wife, my life-- everything!!
I lunge myself at him, preparing to attack him with all I have. Unfortunately he grabs hold of one of my hands and one of my feet, making it impossible for me to make another move.
Despite my awkward position, I stare at him, cold defiance in my eyes as tears run down my cheeks like rivers.
" You killed her!! Why!!?? Why!!!???"
Surprisingly, he lets me go. I snap away from his reach and start beating his chest with my fists as hard as possible, but he stands as still as a statue. I know my fists could never hurt him.
" .Why..? Why..?" I whimper out, as the last of my strength is used up. I collapse into his arms; he holds me.
I hate myself. I hate my weakness. I hate the fact that I couldn't even defend my own wife. I hate that I am stuck, living with this murderer. Vegeta could kill me any time he wants, but he just needs a house-wife around to do his fucking laundry and cook him fucking dinner!
Despite my efforts I end up crying and sobbing on his shoulder uncontrollably and wrapping my arms tightly around his shoulders for some sort of sick and horrible moral support.
He holds me as if I am his lover, but that is the opposite of anything I'd ever think of this bastard. His warmth is no longer inviting, but sickening to me, and now whenever he speaks I will always hear my wife's final screams in my head as if in a state of shell shock.
Angry, rushed thoughts run hurriedly through my head as I continue to weep, making his shoulder wet with tears.
Finally he picks me up in his arms as does a groom to a bride and carries me into the house, down the hallway, and into his bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and yanks the covers over me.
He stares down at me with a look of contempt. I feel so worthless, so small now compared to him. My hair is disheveled and my eyes are bloodshot from crying. He gives me a look of sympathy before he turns around and leaves. He slams the door and leaves me to weep until morning..
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