Chapter Eleven: Another chance

Goku was surprised to see that he had accumulated some mail while he was gone. There was a small pile on the floor, dropped through the mail slot. Goku looked quizzical as he scooped up the pile and went to his sitting room. Thankfully, all his furniture was still here. He flopped onto his big fluffy couch. Good, solid, wooden furniture, comfortable and welcoming. Goku loved his comfy couches, and smiled when he thought of all the times he, Vegeta and the boys had watched DVDs here, or just enjoying an afternoon nap after sparring, just him and Vegeta. Claudia's furniture was all cold, unwelcoming glass, steel and iron. Strangely, Vegeta had always said that he liked the same sort of comfort that Goku did. Goku curled up in a warm sunbeam, and started sifting through the mail. It was mostly junkmail, a few sweepstakes, time share, that sort of junk. What really interested him was the biggest piece of mail. It was a glossy black envelope, a foot high and a foot wide, with silver calligraphy on the front. Goku ran his fingers over the thick paper, as he read the address scripted on the front. There was no postage stamp. It just said:

Son Residence

Kakarot (Baka)

"Vegeta, you sly dog. You've learnt instant transmission, haven't you!" grinned Goku, as he opened the envelope carefully. He pulled out the contents, and his grin became even wider as he saw that it was a saiyan birthday card, Vegeta style. He turned it around to see the front, and his eyes widened when he saw the front cover, nearly dropping it in surprise.

That's me…

Goku looked at himself, drawn beautifully onto the front of the card, wearing his normal orange gi, with a halo, wings and the planet Earth behind him. He looked at the bottom left hand corner. There was the V signature. It was authentic all right.

Feeling slightly puzzled, Goku opened the card.

Dear Kakarot

You didn't think that I'd forget your birthday, did you?

This year, Saint Kakarot is my image of choice for your card. Do you like it? As a member of saiyan royalty, I can appoint sainthoods, and I think you deserve yours, in spite of your recent behaviour.

Saint Kakarot, saviour of the universe.

Saint Kakarot, looking after everyone at his own expense.

Come to think of it, you're more a martyr than anything else.

If you are reading this, then I'm assuming that you're out of Claudia's house, and back in your own home. Thus, you're probably single, correct? We left off on very bad terms the last time we saw each other, and if you are willing, I'd' like to try again. We don't necessarily have to have a relationship (as much as I'd like to) but perhaps we can regain the great friendship we once had, before that bitch screwed it all up. I'm hoping that you're open to the idea of patching things up and starting again.

I'm sorry if I freaked you out with my transformation. It got out of hand, I realize that much, and I did get very carried away. I didn't think that I would cause a thunderstorm. I didn't even intend to transform, for that matter! I have fully mastered the form, and I now spend entire days and weeks in it. I'm currently occupied on figuring out the trick of transforming to super saiyan five. Anything to keep me busy.

Goku smiled. That Vegeta, he just doesn't give up.

I'm on my way to my next destination, three light years away. I've just eradicated Frieza's planet purging company, and now I'm on my way to Cooler's Planet Pimping Company. And I swear to Kami, that's it's real name. It turns out that these companies still purge about six planets a month, on average. I've decided to make it my new career, destroying villains. Except, I don't get paid. I enter the Inter-Galactic martial arts competitions to get cash.

You would enjoy these tournaments, Kakarot.

I'm in the main viewing gallery, watching the stars go past. I wish you were here with me. Space travel is one of my passions, but it's better when shared. Being alone gets boring.

And very depressing too.

You probably think that I'm still angry with you.

I'm not.

Far from it.

I still love you just as much as I did before I left, even though I was yelling at you at the time, six or seven weeks ago. I guess I'm too much in love with you to ever really hate you. The date today is 13th October, and I left on my birthday, 15th August. It's been terrible without you. I feel like I'm only half a person. I wonder if you've felt the same; like you're dying inside, like there's just this heavy weight on you all the time. Have you felt that?

That sick feeling? That loneliness? My life is dragging, Kakarot. The nightmares have come back. I don't sleep anymore. I can't. When I do sleep, it's either the nightmares, or good memories, which torment me because I'm here and you're there and I just want to end it all. But suicide is not honourable. There's a difference between sacrifice and suicide.

But, if you still want to try again, and kami, I hope you do, then come find me. Send me a ki spike. You know how to do it, remember when we fought Kid Buu? My ship's tracker will pick it up, and then I'll raise my power level. Come and spend time with me in space, old friend.

I'm sorry that I can't be there for your birthday tomorrow, but then again, you weren't there for mine. Now, we're even.

Happy seventy second.

Hoping that I'll see you soon,

Love

Vegeta.

An- 109 reviews for one story! Majin!

A Paler Shade of Blue – yes, Goku will grovel. I love great dane puppies, especially the harlequins.

LadyLupin = you put it most succinctly. Goku has pulled his head out of his butt!

Veggies boo = yep! One of the top four, I'd say…but its close.

Lina = remind me to never tell any one that I'm ending a story again…sheesh. It's not gonna all be magically healed! I may be insane, but I'm not stupid. But thaks for reviewing tho, I'm just blowing off steam.

Chibi-dbzprincess = thanks, I'm introduce Mr. Acid to Claudia's face! And as for your review…you're making me blush. I'm not that good!

dc-said = short and sweet is usually best, believe me.

Midnight-flame-princess = I'm glad you liked it! Here's more.