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Don't you think I understand why you all hate me?
Do you honestly believe I am so dense as to believe you would dare to care about me?
If you thought I belived, you are a fool.
"What are you writing Veggie head? How come you won't show me? You're mean!"
Ahh..even her ranting still coursed through his mind. He had shot him. Shot his own father, and for what? Revenge? That wouldn't bring her back but DENDE did it make him feel so much better. He now sat in his small prison cell, awaiting a already biased court room. What could possibly force a young man to kill his last surviving parent? That's what they would whisper. Besides, what would they care when told about Bulma. Hell, that was his only defense for shooting the bastard. Death is death...murder is murder. That's the quote that would throw him in the gas chamber. He then wondered what to say when asked if he did it. Yeah, he shot the damn man and was proud of it, but shouldn't he feel the least bit of remorse? No. The bastard deserved it, but, then again, it was only a suspicion. Just because he said technically the exact thing the man on the phone did and sounded a lot like him was NOT a 100 assurance that he actually committed the deed. What if he was set up, just like they were.
Oh dende, and why did she have to be right about things this time?
He should have listened to her when she said she was suspicious. She repeatedly asked him to leave. Why did he get out of that fucking car? They were going to have a family. He was finally going to receive some sort of happiness after all the years of torture. Now? That was all gone. He was alone again, and twice as angry then he was before Bulma. When they first started going out, she was so excited. She told everyone, anyone who would listen and not look disgusted. Then she told her family and dared to go with Vegeta to tell his own family. They were tossed out of both houses, only Vegeta's father had taken it worse, the anger growing each day since then. He constantly beat Vegeta every night for months just for falling for the blue haired goddess. But why? Why weren't they happy that their companies could merge together, forming one giant coorporation. He knew. Each would have to give up half of their control. No, of course their fathers wouldn't surrender that. It was always about the dollar. 'But here I am, getting off topic,' he mentally scolded himself.
A loud slam shook him out of his thoughts and he was led into a large courtroom that would decide his fate.
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"This is the hearing of Vegeta Ouiji jr. for the murder of his father Vegeta Ouiji Sr. All rise for the honorable..."
yada yada...Vegeta fidgeted as he was allowed to sit. He barely registered on what was happening around him, answering yes, no, and such when the attention was brought to him repeatedly. Hours later he was sentenced. Guilty. Penalty? Death by gas chamber. He was stuck in a trance as they dragged him back to his cell. Tomorrow at noon, he would face his fate.
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He waited. Alone in the dark cell, he waited. For what? To die? No. Death meant nothing to him now. In fact, he would be seeing Bulma again so it mattered not what would happen to him. It wasn't until now that Vegeta truly looked into his beliefs on the hereafter. What if this was it? What if this was the only life he got and he blew it. What if it was worth, he had to come back in a new form. Would he be able to find Bulma again? Not only that, but she would be a few days older than him now. It was mind blowing. It was in that moment that Vegeta prayed. He prayed that no matter what may happen that he would only be able to see Bulma one last time. Even if it was just to tell her for the last time how much he loved her. Funny how death and loss can force even the toughest of hearts to reflect. He only wished things could have been different.
He stayed up the entire night.
The next morning he was greeted by a priest, probably as a last chance confessional. The father sat down before Vegeta and his final meal, sushi. Bulma's favorite dish. Neither spoke for a moment as Vegeta was unsure of what to say and the father so shocked at seeing such a young man on death row. It just didn't seem right that he should be sentenced this way when so many other murderers were sentenced to less. Finally, Vegeta looked up and into the blue eyes of the older man before him. He sighed and nodded, allowing the priest to begin the ritual.
After a few precious minutes, the priest left, vowing never to return to death row as the young mans confession left him almost heartbroken. Vegeta was led down the cell block and into the room where no one sat to watch.He died that hour.
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OK, first off, I've been pretty good with updating huh? Hehe! Well, this is a really depressing ending huh? Don't worry, there is still an epilogue and, if anyone cares, I'm always up to writing a sequel. How? You'll find out next chapter.