Memories Resurfaced Ch.4
Note: Notice how I always put a side note on my chapters. Funny, huh? Well, enjoy the next chapter. ^_^
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Vegeta walked into his room and flicked on the light. It was getting late. He could see the sun beginning to set just out of his window. It was as though the sun stared straight at him. Vegeta mentally slapped himself for actually taking the time to enjoy the view.
'Pitiful...Look at what being around Earthlings for too long has done to you! You're growing soft aren't you?! And you're falling for the woman, huh?!' the voice inside his head screamed at him.
In spite of the voice that yelled 'traitor' in his head, he opened the balcony doors and allowed himself to lean on the outer fence of it. He took a deep sigh and watched as the stars began to flicker in and out of vision. He took a moment to stare at the empty place in the sky where Planet Vegeta used to inhabit. A faint flicker of emotion made itself apparent for a second and then left.
Without a second thought, the stubborn prince turned and walked back into his room. He sat on the edge of his bed, trying to make the pain that throbbed in his head disappear. He took another sigh, got up to turn the light off, and then lay himself down on his bed. His vision was slipping in and out of focus. And with a final look outside, he slipped into the dark void that was inside his head.
Bulma looked at Goku, who was staring innocently into space. She shook her head.
'He's so pure; he still acts like a child. I can't see why Vegeta hates him so much. Or maybe I can...' she thought to herself. She breathed in a sigh and glanced upstairs.
'I wonder if Vegeta feels better...'
"Hey, Bulma? Are you okay?" Goku spoke aloud to her, breaking her out of her daze.
"Huh? Wha-what?" she looked around for a second.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Okay, but, you seem depressed."
"I'm not depressed, I'm fine!"
"Okay...If you say so..."
"I DO SAY SO!!"
"Jeez, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, sorry, Goku, I'm just tired, I guess."
"Oh, well, do you want me to leave?"
"No. No, don't leave."
"Okay, what now?"
"Why don't we...I know! Lets eat!"
Bulma sweat dropped and sighed.
"Huh, okay, I'll order some pizza, okay?" she stared at him.
"Great! I can't wait!"
Bulma got up and walked into the kitchen, picked up the phone and began dialing.
While Bulma was busy, Goku thought he'd visit Vegeta and see how he was doing.
He walked upstairs, and slowly opened the door to, as Bulma would say it, 'The Lion's Den'. Goku flinched as he heard the door creak. He was half expecting Vegeta to jump up and begin screaming at him, but he didn't.
Goku looked into his room, and he noticed that Vegeta was shivering. His attention pointed towards the balcony door, which apparently, had been left open.
Goku shook his head and approached the sleeping prince. He stared at him for a moment and then threw the covers over him. Something caught his eye. He noticed that Vegeta's shirt was off. He stared at him, and noticed numerous cuts and scars on his back. They looked old.
'Maybe that, was Frieza...' Goku thought miserably. 'No. It's not Frieza...It's something else...'
Goku had smelling senses that were even keener than Vegeta's. And as such, Goku knew that those weren't Frieza, it was too evil...
Then something else caught his eye. It was another cut; only this one was on his right hand. He lifted Vegeta's hand and examined the cut. It was shaped like a cat's eye, and had a spike going through it. And by the looks of it, it was burned on. A scowl plastered itself on his face. This was weird...this was very weird... He stared at Vegeta for a while, and then decided to let it go. If he woke Vegeta up, he would get really mad, especially if he asked Vegeta about the weird scar on his hand. He decided he wouldn't bother. As he exited the room, he took one last look at his fallen friend.
"Goodnight, Vegeta." He murmured.
Bulma hung up the phone with haste. Her conversation with the young man from the pizza place was a bit less than pleasant. She crossed her arms and gave a 'humph' just as Goku walked down the stairs.
"Hey, Bulma, what's wrong?" he asked with innocence.
"Nothing...Oh, and, Goku, I'm guessing you don't care what kind of pizza I ordered, right?" she sighed back.
"Oh, no! I don't care! Pizza is pizza!" he smiled.
"Of course."
"Hey, Bulma? I was just upstairs in Vegeta's room, and I was wondering if you noticed something different."
"Different from what? The fact that he's always beating himself stupid just to get stronger than you? Or was it the fact that he eats like a pig, and is always scowling?"
"No, what's been going on lately. Something seems...different."
"It's probably just you. I see nothing abnormal other than what happened today."
The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it, it's probably the pizza anyway."
She walked to the door and opened it. There was Yamcha staring right at her with a bouquet of flowers in hand.
"Hey, babe! What's up?" he asked giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Nothing, we just ordered pizza." She answered slyly.
"We?"
"Yes, Goku is here."
Goku walked up to the door.
"Hi Yamcha! How are you?" he piped in.
"I'm fine, you?"
"I'm good, thanks. Come in! We're getting pizza soon, you should have some!"
"Well...only for a while, though. I have...plans I need to...to take care of, okay?"
"Well, okay. You don't know what you're missing!"
"Yeah, right!"
"Come in, Yamcha." Bulma invited him inside.
"For you!" Yamcha said as he handed Bulma the bouquet of flowers.
"Oh, their beautiful! Thank you, Yamcha!" she blushed as she reached for the flowers.
As if the timing was right, Yamcha's cellular phone rang.
"Hello?" Yamcha asked nervously.
"Hi, sweety! Did you miss me as much as I missed you?" a musical voice at the end of the phone cooed.
"Um, well, y-yeah! I-I did!"
Bulma stared at her 'boyfriend' in utter confusion. She heard the voice on the phone and what she said.
"Sweety?!" Bulma interrupted. "What do you mean by 'sweety'?!"
"Um, well..." he stuttered.
Bulma grabbed the cellular phone and held it to her ear with rage.
"Hello? Yamcha, dear?" the voice asked.
"Yamcha cannot see you anymore, he's dead!" she yelled.
"Dead?"
"YES, DEAD!" and she hung up.
Bulma fumed at the phone and then threw it into a nearby wall.
"HEY! That was new!" Yamcha yelled in protest.
"New? And I suppose I was getting too old for you, aren't I?!" she screamed.
"No, babe!"
"Don't 'babe' me! I am no longer YOUR babe! Get out!"
"But, Bulma..."
"GET OUT NOW!!!"
He didn't move. He stared at Bulma with disbelief. Bulma shoved the flowers in his face and pushed him out the door. She finished by slamming the door in his face.
Goku gawked at Bulma. He knew those two had problems, but he didn't think it was that serious.
Bulma stormed into the living room, threw herself onto the couch and began to sob into a pillow.
Goku looked at her, and then approached with caution. This was another of Bulma's infamous fits; he didn't want to risk not going home tonight. Chi-Chi wouldn't be pleased.
Bulma looked up at him with a soaked face. She stopped suddenly to see that Vegeta was standing on the stairway looking at her with an unreadable expression. She wiped her face and stared right back into his cold eyes.
*******************************************I'm ending there. I think it's a cool cliffhanger, don't you? Don't forget to review, if I get 10 reviews I'll continue the next chapter! ^_^****************************************
Note: Notice how I always put a side note on my chapters. Funny, huh? Well, enjoy the next chapter. ^_^
Disclaimer: ..........................................I'm not even going to bother.........-_-
Vegeta walked into his room and flicked on the light. It was getting late. He could see the sun beginning to set just out of his window. It was as though the sun stared straight at him. Vegeta mentally slapped himself for actually taking the time to enjoy the view.
'Pitiful...Look at what being around Earthlings for too long has done to you! You're growing soft aren't you?! And you're falling for the woman, huh?!' the voice inside his head screamed at him.
In spite of the voice that yelled 'traitor' in his head, he opened the balcony doors and allowed himself to lean on the outer fence of it. He took a deep sigh and watched as the stars began to flicker in and out of vision. He took a moment to stare at the empty place in the sky where Planet Vegeta used to inhabit. A faint flicker of emotion made itself apparent for a second and then left.
Without a second thought, the stubborn prince turned and walked back into his room. He sat on the edge of his bed, trying to make the pain that throbbed in his head disappear. He took another sigh, got up to turn the light off, and then lay himself down on his bed. His vision was slipping in and out of focus. And with a final look outside, he slipped into the dark void that was inside his head.
Bulma looked at Goku, who was staring innocently into space. She shook her head.
'He's so pure; he still acts like a child. I can't see why Vegeta hates him so much. Or maybe I can...' she thought to herself. She breathed in a sigh and glanced upstairs.
'I wonder if Vegeta feels better...'
"Hey, Bulma? Are you okay?" Goku spoke aloud to her, breaking her out of her daze.
"Huh? Wha-what?" she looked around for a second.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Okay, but, you seem depressed."
"I'm not depressed, I'm fine!"
"Okay...If you say so..."
"I DO SAY SO!!"
"Jeez, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, sorry, Goku, I'm just tired, I guess."
"Oh, well, do you want me to leave?"
"No. No, don't leave."
"Okay, what now?"
"Why don't we...I know! Lets eat!"
Bulma sweat dropped and sighed.
"Huh, okay, I'll order some pizza, okay?" she stared at him.
"Great! I can't wait!"
Bulma got up and walked into the kitchen, picked up the phone and began dialing.
While Bulma was busy, Goku thought he'd visit Vegeta and see how he was doing.
He walked upstairs, and slowly opened the door to, as Bulma would say it, 'The Lion's Den'. Goku flinched as he heard the door creak. He was half expecting Vegeta to jump up and begin screaming at him, but he didn't.
Goku looked into his room, and he noticed that Vegeta was shivering. His attention pointed towards the balcony door, which apparently, had been left open.
Goku shook his head and approached the sleeping prince. He stared at him for a moment and then threw the covers over him. Something caught his eye. He noticed that Vegeta's shirt was off. He stared at him, and noticed numerous cuts and scars on his back. They looked old.
'Maybe that, was Frieza...' Goku thought miserably. 'No. It's not Frieza...It's something else...'
Goku had smelling senses that were even keener than Vegeta's. And as such, Goku knew that those weren't Frieza, it was too evil...
Then something else caught his eye. It was another cut; only this one was on his right hand. He lifted Vegeta's hand and examined the cut. It was shaped like a cat's eye, and had a spike going through it. And by the looks of it, it was burned on. A scowl plastered itself on his face. This was weird...this was very weird... He stared at Vegeta for a while, and then decided to let it go. If he woke Vegeta up, he would get really mad, especially if he asked Vegeta about the weird scar on his hand. He decided he wouldn't bother. As he exited the room, he took one last look at his fallen friend.
"Goodnight, Vegeta." He murmured.
Bulma hung up the phone with haste. Her conversation with the young man from the pizza place was a bit less than pleasant. She crossed her arms and gave a 'humph' just as Goku walked down the stairs.
"Hey, Bulma, what's wrong?" he asked with innocence.
"Nothing...Oh, and, Goku, I'm guessing you don't care what kind of pizza I ordered, right?" she sighed back.
"Oh, no! I don't care! Pizza is pizza!" he smiled.
"Of course."
"Hey, Bulma? I was just upstairs in Vegeta's room, and I was wondering if you noticed something different."
"Different from what? The fact that he's always beating himself stupid just to get stronger than you? Or was it the fact that he eats like a pig, and is always scowling?"
"No, what's been going on lately. Something seems...different."
"It's probably just you. I see nothing abnormal other than what happened today."
The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it, it's probably the pizza anyway."
She walked to the door and opened it. There was Yamcha staring right at her with a bouquet of flowers in hand.
"Hey, babe! What's up?" he asked giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Nothing, we just ordered pizza." She answered slyly.
"We?"
"Yes, Goku is here."
Goku walked up to the door.
"Hi Yamcha! How are you?" he piped in.
"I'm fine, you?"
"I'm good, thanks. Come in! We're getting pizza soon, you should have some!"
"Well...only for a while, though. I have...plans I need to...to take care of, okay?"
"Well, okay. You don't know what you're missing!"
"Yeah, right!"
"Come in, Yamcha." Bulma invited him inside.
"For you!" Yamcha said as he handed Bulma the bouquet of flowers.
"Oh, their beautiful! Thank you, Yamcha!" she blushed as she reached for the flowers.
As if the timing was right, Yamcha's cellular phone rang.
"Hello?" Yamcha asked nervously.
"Hi, sweety! Did you miss me as much as I missed you?" a musical voice at the end of the phone cooed.
"Um, well, y-yeah! I-I did!"
Bulma stared at her 'boyfriend' in utter confusion. She heard the voice on the phone and what she said.
"Sweety?!" Bulma interrupted. "What do you mean by 'sweety'?!"
"Um, well..." he stuttered.
Bulma grabbed the cellular phone and held it to her ear with rage.
"Hello? Yamcha, dear?" the voice asked.
"Yamcha cannot see you anymore, he's dead!" she yelled.
"Dead?"
"YES, DEAD!" and she hung up.
Bulma fumed at the phone and then threw it into a nearby wall.
"HEY! That was new!" Yamcha yelled in protest.
"New? And I suppose I was getting too old for you, aren't I?!" she screamed.
"No, babe!"
"Don't 'babe' me! I am no longer YOUR babe! Get out!"
"But, Bulma..."
"GET OUT NOW!!!"
He didn't move. He stared at Bulma with disbelief. Bulma shoved the flowers in his face and pushed him out the door. She finished by slamming the door in his face.
Goku gawked at Bulma. He knew those two had problems, but he didn't think it was that serious.
Bulma stormed into the living room, threw herself onto the couch and began to sob into a pillow.
Goku looked at her, and then approached with caution. This was another of Bulma's infamous fits; he didn't want to risk not going home tonight. Chi-Chi wouldn't be pleased.
Bulma looked up at him with a soaked face. She stopped suddenly to see that Vegeta was standing on the stairway looking at her with an unreadable expression. She wiped her face and stared right back into his cold eyes.
*******************************************I'm ending there. I think it's a cool cliffhanger, don't you? Don't forget to review, if I get 10 reviews I'll continue the next chapter! ^_^****************************************