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Roze-I'm sorry, I didn't want him to die either, but it wouldn't be much of a story if he lived. Don't worry though. He doesn't stay dead forever. Ooops! I wasn't supposed to say that.
yomegagirl-thanks much. Fear not, I won't be giving up on this anytime soon. This was the first story I started working on, so you have nothing to worry about
Chapter 3
Separation Anxiety
"Vegeta! Kami, what are you doing here!" Goku yelled.
"Well, someone must like me up here, because I agree with you. I should be in whatever pitiful excuse for a Hell they have here," Vegeta replied sourly.
"I can answer that!" a 'hip' old man said as he came out of the main building, "I don't think you are aware of the importance of what you did, Vegeta. Majin Buu was an enemy of everyone, even us Kais. When Bibidi first created the monster, he came here and had him kill. He killed many of the leaders here and wasn't stopped until Bibidi almost lost control and sealed the monster up again. When we discovered he was alive again..." Grand Kai shuddered at the thought. He looked back at Vegeta and continued with honest eyes, "You killed our worst enemy. That was why we decided to disregard a few of your past mishaps and allow you to keep your body and remain here so that you may do what every true Saiya-jin lives to do: train."
"I am not your hero. I am the Saiya-jin Prince, and I have no desire to remain here with a bunch of saints. I do not belong." Vegeta said quickly.
"Yes you do, Vegeta. You just don't know it yet."
"How can you-!" but the old man was already gone, oblivious to the dead man's complaint.
"Why are you staring at me Kakarrott!?"
"What's gotten you in such a bad mood? Man, I thought you would be happy since you could stay here."
"No, I am not happy, idiot. I'm DEAD! Why should that make me happy!?"
"You didn't seem to mind dying the first time."
"What's that supposed to mean!"
"You miss Bulma and Trunks. It written all over your face. Whether or not you want to admit it, I know you loved them."
"Shut up!" he reinforced his demand with a punch to Goku's jaw which sent him flying backwards. Vegeta flew off in the other direction seeking nothing but solitude.
~*~*~*~
Back on Earth, it had been weeks since Vegeta had passed and Bulma didn't seem to be recovering from her severe depression. She was known to spontaneously break down and sob and scream uncontrollably until her son, who was handling the situation with ease, would hold her until she calmed down.
'If only I could talk to him once more, just one more time,' she kept on thinking.
She awoke one day, and found a two pieces of paper on the refrigerator,
*Mom, I'm went to Goten's house to spare. Be back before dinner. I left you something. I found it while I was reading a few night ago. Love you.*
Bulma took the folded paper attached to note and read:
Times get rough and they're only going to get rougher. The world is cold, the sorrow consumes us.
We keep walking down the path, the path... This journey through our world that sometimes crumbles and makes us fall.
Get back up, you can always get back up again.
For even in the mythical world's darkest hour, amidst the eluding masses of all that is wrong: sickness, death, deception; there was still Hope.
Live.
Clouds are covering the sky with their opaque flurries of darkness. But when you see the rays of Grace piercing the murky veils, you know.
You know,
that everything is going to be alright.
"Oh Trunks," Bulma sighed teary eyed, "I guess I haven't lost everything after all. I love you baby. You help live, and you're right. Things really are going to get rougher in the next couple of months."
"Mom! I'm home early!" Trunks yelled as he walked into the kitchen unknowing that his mother was in there staring at him.
"Oh, I.. I was, uh, at Goten's house..."
"Yes baby, I got your note, and.."
"Yah, Mom?"
"Thank you," she approached her son and bent down to give him a hug, "you mean so much to me."
"Uh, yeah, we gotta watch out for each other."
"Exactly, which is why I have to tell you something very important," she said looking somber. Her serious nature seemed to worry her son because suddenly he looked very anxious.
"What!? Is it bad?"
"No, no, son. You see...Trunks..." she paused building up the anticipation.
"Yes?"
"I'm pregnant."
~My lover's gone,
No earthly ships will ever
bring him home again,
bring him home again.~
Dido
Author's Note: Haha! I guess you saw that one coming because, hey! I put it in the summary. Anyway, review...like always. If you peeps want anything special in this fic or have any ideas, feel free to tell cuz I'm open to ideas.
Until next time...
Roze-I'm sorry, I didn't want him to die either, but it wouldn't be much of a story if he lived. Don't worry though. He doesn't stay dead forever. Ooops! I wasn't supposed to say that.
yomegagirl-thanks much. Fear not, I won't be giving up on this anytime soon. This was the first story I started working on, so you have nothing to worry about
Chapter 3
Separation Anxiety
"Vegeta! Kami, what are you doing here!" Goku yelled.
"Well, someone must like me up here, because I agree with you. I should be in whatever pitiful excuse for a Hell they have here," Vegeta replied sourly.
"I can answer that!" a 'hip' old man said as he came out of the main building, "I don't think you are aware of the importance of what you did, Vegeta. Majin Buu was an enemy of everyone, even us Kais. When Bibidi first created the monster, he came here and had him kill. He killed many of the leaders here and wasn't stopped until Bibidi almost lost control and sealed the monster up again. When we discovered he was alive again..." Grand Kai shuddered at the thought. He looked back at Vegeta and continued with honest eyes, "You killed our worst enemy. That was why we decided to disregard a few of your past mishaps and allow you to keep your body and remain here so that you may do what every true Saiya-jin lives to do: train."
"I am not your hero. I am the Saiya-jin Prince, and I have no desire to remain here with a bunch of saints. I do not belong." Vegeta said quickly.
"Yes you do, Vegeta. You just don't know it yet."
"How can you-!" but the old man was already gone, oblivious to the dead man's complaint.
"Why are you staring at me Kakarrott!?"
"What's gotten you in such a bad mood? Man, I thought you would be happy since you could stay here."
"No, I am not happy, idiot. I'm DEAD! Why should that make me happy!?"
"You didn't seem to mind dying the first time."
"What's that supposed to mean!"
"You miss Bulma and Trunks. It written all over your face. Whether or not you want to admit it, I know you loved them."
"Shut up!" he reinforced his demand with a punch to Goku's jaw which sent him flying backwards. Vegeta flew off in the other direction seeking nothing but solitude.
~*~*~*~
Back on Earth, it had been weeks since Vegeta had passed and Bulma didn't seem to be recovering from her severe depression. She was known to spontaneously break down and sob and scream uncontrollably until her son, who was handling the situation with ease, would hold her until she calmed down.
'If only I could talk to him once more, just one more time,' she kept on thinking.
She awoke one day, and found a two pieces of paper on the refrigerator,
*Mom, I'm went to Goten's house to spare. Be back before dinner. I left you something. I found it while I was reading a few night ago. Love you.*
Bulma took the folded paper attached to note and read:
Times get rough and they're only going to get rougher. The world is cold, the sorrow consumes us.
We keep walking down the path, the path... This journey through our world that sometimes crumbles and makes us fall.
Get back up, you can always get back up again.
For even in the mythical world's darkest hour, amidst the eluding masses of all that is wrong: sickness, death, deception; there was still Hope.
Live.
Clouds are covering the sky with their opaque flurries of darkness. But when you see the rays of Grace piercing the murky veils, you know.
You know,
that everything is going to be alright.
"Oh Trunks," Bulma sighed teary eyed, "I guess I haven't lost everything after all. I love you baby. You help live, and you're right. Things really are going to get rougher in the next couple of months."
"Mom! I'm home early!" Trunks yelled as he walked into the kitchen unknowing that his mother was in there staring at him.
"Oh, I.. I was, uh, at Goten's house..."
"Yes baby, I got your note, and.."
"Yah, Mom?"
"Thank you," she approached her son and bent down to give him a hug, "you mean so much to me."
"Uh, yeah, we gotta watch out for each other."
"Exactly, which is why I have to tell you something very important," she said looking somber. Her serious nature seemed to worry her son because suddenly he looked very anxious.
"What!? Is it bad?"
"No, no, son. You see...Trunks..." she paused building up the anticipation.
"Yes?"
"I'm pregnant."
~My lover's gone,
No earthly ships will ever
bring him home again,
bring him home again.~
Dido
Author's Note: Haha! I guess you saw that one coming because, hey! I put it in the summary. Anyway, review...like always. If you peeps want anything special in this fic or have any ideas, feel free to tell cuz I'm open to ideas.
Until next time...
