Alright. At first this was going to be a one shot Yamcha fic. I mean... it still kind of is. but I decided it's going to be a chapter in a story with all the DBZ couples. I could have fictional couples too... Like Pan and Trunks or something like that (no flames please, just a sugestion) the next one will be about Goku and Chichi, and they'll all be based on songs. I'll also do friendship pairings NOT be be confused with yaoi. If it's a Goten/Trunks fic chances are it's not gonna have them being anything more than friends. In any case... No one does Yamcha fics anymore. Heh. I don't particularly care mind you; I never read a story starring him myself, though I find his relationship with Bulma to be rather interesting. Hn. Well. This is quite possibly the only Yamcha fic you will read from me. It's not that I don't like him... It's just that I have no real opinion on him. I'm hoping to broaden my horizons a bit here. And for another quick note, the lyrics below are the official lyrics from the 'Stop the World Now' CD pamphlet. Don't get mad at me if they sound wrong to you. Here we go...
She Says
Disclaimer: the song 'She says' is written by Howie Day. Dragon Ball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama.
Sweet is the side
Of her room
Window open by candlelight
How would you know
Cold winter on the shore
Chills a dress she wore
It's on the floor
It feels so warm today
And that's why I'm wondering why
You had to tell me
What's goin' on in your head
What's wrong
Come around to another time when you
Don't have to run
He walked though the cold streets, staring at the ground as he contemplated on the mistakes he had made. What was he thinking? He cursed to himself as his breath created a mist, credits to the crisp air. It was evening in the dead of winter. Pure white covered the streets and few people were out walking. He stopped and stared at the large mansion across the street. Capsule Corporation. His dead eyes lay upon the large place he once called 'home' and he could hear the yells of another heated argument. He looked down, deciding whether or not to continue walking. Through the thick walls he heard the shouts of obscenities that would make the most vulgar of people cringe. His head snapped up as he heard the door open, a burst of screams erupting from the open door way. A broken prince took an arrogant stride to the side of the house to the Gravity Chamber. Yamcha showed no emotion on his face. He had become numb.
And when she said she wants somebody else
I hope you know that she doesn't mean you
And when she breaks down and makes a sound
You'll never hear her the way that I do
And when she said she wants someone to love
I hope you know she doesn't mean you
And when she breaks down and lets you down I hope you know that she doesn't mean to
Yeah yeah... I know it
She stomped her foot in anger and crossed her arms over her chest, as if expecting the arrogant man to come running back to her. An angry expression planted on her young face, she groaned loudly and stormed back inside, slamming the door behind her. Yamcha frowned thoughtfully. He recalled the many fights he had gotten into with her. The screaming, the yelling. Plates being thrown, empty, angry words being screeched. In the end, he had just gotten tired of it. He found himself socializing more with friends than her, and he would constantly discover new excuses to leave her presence. He shoved his hands into his pockets. He was cold. So cold.
Swing into flight
Over hills
Over her hills it's twilight
Yeah, I guess that's right now
While we're here
Tell me why it's so funny
That you're so funny when you're mad
Always so mad, so mad
And that's why I'm wondering why
You had to tell me
What's goin' on in your head
What's wrong
Come around to another time when you
Don't have to run
He didn't like her. Detested her, really. Her voice irritated him and her nagging was enough to drive him insane. However, he remembered those warm spring nights when the two of them would lie together and she would truly be sweet. Loving, caring. They would gaze into each other's eyes and find nothing but beauty in one another. A utopia. Perfection. That was gone now. Her eyes were ice to him now, and he was a rock to her. Cold. Dull. Unnecessary weight. Yet... The memories of the happiness they shared lingered with him. He thought to himself about how he could have been a better man. A man that would have given her a reason to be continuously happy, without the constant intervals of fighting. He didn't want her back, but he hoped that someone would come along and get the chance to bring the warmth back in her life. Her. Yes. Bulma. She deserved it, hard headed as she was. Yamcha smiled to himself as he thought of Vegeta being the one to fill the void. Seemed very unlikely, but still... Life is such.
And when she said she wants somebody else
I hope you know
That she doesn't mean you
And when she breaks down and makes a sound
You'll never hear her
The way that I do
And when she said she wants someone to love
I hope you know she doesn't mean you
And when she breaks down and lets you down
I hope you know that she knows
She doesn't need you
Perhaps as a final act of forgotten love, he should make it happen. So easy it would be to walk to the Gravity Chamber and tell the prince. Easy to tell, hard to convince of course. Yamcha looked over to the mansion and thought about the option. He could give his first love the chance to be happy. He could lead her to her real Prince Charming. Then again... He could always walk away.
Yeah and I don't know where
Come and find me
I don't know what
We're coming to and
And I don't' know what
It means to me
And you don't' know what
It means to you
We're over now
Yeah