Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z…and you don't want to know what I would make Vegeta and Goku do if I did…^.^
If you see this ~bla bla bla~ that indicates, you know, telepathy…
Chapter 6
Visions from a Rose
The Briefs family stepped out of their car and Vegeta stretched as he looked out over the graveyard. They had just got done with the main part of the funeral service, the part where everyone talked and never shut up and people sang songs. He chuckled to himself, even baldy sang a song, it was horrible, but was a kind gesture that he was sure Kakarott would appreciate.
Still, he did not forget why he was there. He had watched everyone's movements carefully, but not to so much that he drew attention to himself. No one caught his attention really, and that bothered him. Unsettling him slightly. Because the killer could easily have been anyone in that room, and it was.
Yet they had been more reserved than he thought they would be. He searched for the one who disguised himself as a friend but secretly wore the mask of a killer and found no one. He scanned the crowd over and over. All he saw was the same sullen faces, dripping with tears.
He waited for the slip up, everyone had to slip up, because no one was perfect. Even if they did not slip up here, they would somewhere. They would eventually. He would find out and make them suffer.
He wondered just when he had become more obsessed with finding this killer than finding the dragon balls. He missed his visible Goku. What was this secret obsession that kept driving him. Yes he wanted to know as did everyone else who killed Kakarott, even more so.
But when did it become more important than reviving the man? He thought what if Kakarott was in his shoes, what would he do? Would he listen to Vegeta's doppelganger? Would he trust it, if he found out that it had killed his doppelganger.
He found that it would probably be more believable to find out that Vegeta's doppelganger had killed Goku's than the other way around. The way it really did happen. Maybe Kakarott's doppelganger had a plan…or knew something he didn't.
All the doppelganger told him was that he needed to know who killed him, but that was not a good enough answer for Vegeta not to wish Kakarott back. Yet he accepted it. And he would continue to accept it, because no matter how strange he found the situation it was Kakarott's doppelganger.
A part of Kakarott. As much as he hated to obey a person, be controlled, or anything along the lines of that, he knew the significance, power, and the hold a dominant saiyajin had over his mate. And Kakarott was the dominant one in the relationship. Vegeta was not one to break saiyajin ways.
So he would listen to the doppelganger, but not lose his common sense. He hoped that wasn't already gone. Piccolo already thought him a fool, at the very beginning, but he would never go against his mate. Never. So it was pointless for the green one to even try to give him warnings.
He knew Kakarott would never purposefully hurt him. He leaned back in the chair and looked up at where the podium was. He heard Master Roshi talking about 'Goku', but he wasn't listening.
Anyone was free to speak, and say nice things about Kakarott. He contemplated doing it, but decided that more than half the people here didn't care what he had to say and he didn't care to tell them.
The only person that he needed to share any of his 'feelings' with was Kakarott himself. He had nothing to prove and nothing to hide. His thoughts broke somewhat as Bulma scooted very close to him during the time Master Roshi was speaking and laid her head on his shoulder.
He felt the bigger saiyajins ki stir. Bulma whispered something about going up to say a few words, but felt that she would just breakdown, so she cried on the Prince's shoulder. One of her slender arms wrapping around his back like a crescent moon.
Little droplets of water continued to fall on the lapel of his jacket as she wept for her best friend. He patted her side with hesitation, knowing it would probably upset Kakarott, and it did. As he felt a blaze of Kakarott's ki practically singe his bronze skin. It was when ChiChi got up to speak that Kakarott's voice came blaring in his head. ~Her! It was her!~
Vegeta paused looked at the distraught black haired woman who was crying and practically choking on her words. It could have been an act and he definitely wouldn't put it past her, part of him already thought she was the one who killed Kakarott anyway.
~That woman…your woman…? She killed you? That bitch, I knew it! ~ But did he know it for sure? He did remember asking Kakarott if ChiChi had killed him, and he never answered. Maybe Kakarott couldn't remember until he saw the woman's face. Why was he even doubting his mate?
Silence, and a lot of distress was coming from Kakarott. Vegeta gently pushed Bulma off of his shoulder. Kakarott's stress meter went down slightly but not much. Bulma didn't seem upset that Vegeta pushed her away as she just leaned her head on Trunk's shoulder, as if she was too weak to hold up her own head.
~She did it…she killed me…~
~It's ok Kakarott. She will pay for what she did to you.~
Not much went through his mind after that, just the thought of how and when he would kill ChiChi. He was definitely going to make her suffer. He had reassured Kakarott that everything would be ok, and it would.
He blinked himself back to the present as he closed the car door. He looked out at the grassy flower filled graveyard, and watched as his family began walking down the hill they were on. They were getting ready to pay their last respects to Kakarott before he was buried beneath the ground.
Vegeta felt his chest tighten at the thought. The whole funeral service had been harder for him to deal with than he thought it would be and Kakarott had not breathed on him once since before they got in the car. And when he saw ChiChi he had used telepathy to talk to him.
He figured that he was still upset that the Prince drove his family here, but why that would upset him Vegeta had no idea. Not to mention the fact that Bulma had leaned against the Prince during the initial service.
He watched as ChiChi walked past him and smiled. He frowned at her and wanted to rip her head right from her body. It was eerie enough that she smiled at the Prince, and it was a real smile, not a forced, my husband is dead kind of smile. She had Gohan and Goten by her side, and he stared at the teenager. Goten…it was like looking at Kakarott.
He wondered for a moment what his and Kakarott's kids would have been named if born on Vegeta-Sei. Then wondered why he had thought that at a time like this. The teen turned to him and grinned, Vegeta nodded.
He walked over to his own family who was standing by the place where Kakarott's casket was lowered into the earth. He didn't want Kakarott buried and underneath the ground. Didn't want him to be alone.
Beneath the dirt.
He silently screamed for it all to end. Watched as some guy read some words and people were handed roses. He didn't really listen as he saw the crowd of people form a line. The Prince stared at everyone. He watched as many of the Z fighters huddled together as they were handed flowers. No one came to greet him, and he didn't really care.
He heard Yamcha say: "How could someone have killed Goku, he was the strongest guy ever. Now what if that person wants to take over earth or something." Selfish human…was that really all he was worried about? Was that all Kakarott was to him, a protector of earth, protector of the human race, of Yamcha's pathetic life?
Yet didn't anyone see the bigger picture. Kakarott was murdered in cold blood…the person who killed him could care less about ruling or destroying this planet. Who cared even if they did, now was not the time to worry about it. He bared fangs at the scarred one, even though he was not looking at Vegeta.
"Vegeta's still alive." He heard someone say. He narrowed his eyes at the group of Z fighters. Yes he was alive, and he was stronger than all of them. Was he the next candidate for 'Savior of the World' because if so, he didn't want it. He laughed at them and their pathetic conversation.
He was angry that they were worrying about such things at this time. He was happy that he exceeded everyone on this planet in strength. He knew they hated that fact, and they were probably a little scared deep down inside. Wondering if the unstable Prince would revert to his old ways…which he wouldn't but it was nice to keep them on their toes…
Tien glanced over at Vegeta and waved. Vegeta sneered and turned his head. He was not waving at three eyes, or anyone else for that matter, he didn't trust anyone here.
He wondered why, no matter what he did or who he looked at as a suspect it kept going right back to that black haired woman. Part of him was not convinced it was her and he fought within himself. Of course it was her Kakarott told him so, he had no reason to lie, but there was something tugging at him. He studied everyone again and even noticed Piccolo who was standing by a tree with his arms crossed.
He looked away when the namek frowned at him. He averted his gaze back to the line that was steadily forming. ChiChi was first, she walked to the edge of the deep hole, said something along the lines of I love you, and tossed her flower down there.
Tossed it almost carelessly as if it were a plague to her… a heavy weight she could no longer bear to carry. Somewhere deep inside of Vegeta, he knew he was making himself see that, making himself believe that she thought it was a plague, when he had no clue what that woman was thinking. All he knew was Kakarott said she was the one…the one who killed him, and that was all he needed.
He was trying very hard not to walk over there and just destroy her. He was angry, and confused. He hated her and he was jealous of her. Kakarott was his mate and he should have been the one to go first, he should have been the one sitting in the front row, his name should have been on Kakarott's tombstone, not hers! Especially if she killed him.
It burned, literally, he felt his skin burning and he heard Kakarott in his ear. Frantically whispering things he did not understand…or maybe he didn't want to understand… His gaze focused back on ChiChi he was going to kill her. He was going to do what she did to Kakarott and so much more. He watched as she wiped at her face rubbed her arm and pulled on her veil as if she could hide behind it.
She glanced his way and he bit his tongue in efforts not to yell at her, call her a bitch, and a murderer. She would die and he could hardly wait to kill her. He blinked his eyes harshly, and turned away watching as his son threw a rose on top of the casket.
He felt someone force one of the red rose into his hand and wondered when he stepped in the line just to throw this flower. Why did they have to throw it? Why was he so nervous all of a sudden? He felt a thorn prick his skin and instantly smelled his blood. He heard his heart beating out of control, and contorted his face into a half hearted scowl when Trunks patted his back.
He felt someone push him forward and felt his legs moving in front of him, wondered if his mind had halted in thinking as his body went robotically forward stopping just before the deep hole in the ground. He felt his arm go up and the rose slip from his fingers falling slowly to the casket below.
Vegeta watched as it fell dying on its way down corrupting turning brown, taking on the shape of a leaf, cracking breaking and peeling as it shattered into dusty pieces across the casket. He saw a flash of the forest from his dream. Kakarott laying across the bloody ground, lifeless. Then it faded away.
"Innocence tainted…" Tilted his head to the voice he heard. Looked back down at the casket. He heard the crunching sound those black boots made when they hit the leaves. Felt anger and hatred consume his mind as he mentally screamed for it to stop.
"Ka..ka..rott.." Whispered the name, and saw the flash of boots again. The vision snaked around his mind coiled within his brain, striking. Boots…seemed to be womanly leather boots. Those weren't the boots he was used to seeing. His teeth gritted.
The image jumped and skipped jerking in his mind. Fuzzy. Voices, he tried to recognize them, but there was to many. He heard papers rustling, and saw a pen in someone's hand and a signature was being unwritten. He looked down quickly knowing that if this was going backwards like all other visions did he would never see the name. Then pen was already un-writing and all that was left of the name was Chi…
And he only knew one person with a name that began like that…
He growled and opened his eyes as the vision left him. He didn't understand what just happened, yet he did understand, but just kept staring. Felt his fist clench as he stepped backwards. Saw the crowd of family and friends walking away, but he stood there. He heard someone call out his name and he took a moment to wonder who it was and decided he didn't care.
He felt little tremors rippling inside of him…building into ocean waves , erupting, his body shaking with deadly force. He heard a scream and recognized it as his own, he turned super saiyajin. Leaned back on his heals and turned around facing the crowd that had mainly retreated to their cars. He narrowed his aqua eyes and his brows furrowed together as his gaze connected with ChiChi's car.
Even if he didn't want to walk forward his body commanded it. He moved powerfully the ground breaking beneath his feet, crumbling away as if it were egg shells. "She did it…she killed me…" He heard it…the repeated words flowing through his ears, making his blood boil. "She did it…she killed me…"
"Vegeta!" He felt something pathetically weak grab his arm and he growled at it's touch.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" He ripped his arm from the grips of the other person and turned to see Piccolo.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Vegeta growled.
************************************************************************
***You think ChiChi did it? ……*shrugs* guess we will find out soon enough. Man these 2 chapters were kinda insane, I hope you all could understand them, if not just hit my head and that should make my writing process a little more normal. And seriously sorry for taking so long to update…I rewrote these chapters so many times, and gosh I'm still not so pleased with them. But I do hope you all enjoyed them!***
You guys really are the best…and some of you ppl make me laugh when I read your reviews! ^.^
