*Here it is, the next chapter, I kinda got mixed reviews on my last
chapter, however that issue will not really be addressed in this chapter,
but probably the next. This chap is another tearjerker, I never really
intended this fic to be so sad, but I guess I just got in that mood. Oh
well. I'm glad to get all the reviews. My ancestors and I thank you all.
Enjoy, and please keep reviewing.*
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, I am not Akira Toriyama, unless, however, he hit his head walking home one day, got amnesia, a sex change, and a lot of plastic surgery and was shipped off to some remote city in the west where he/she was told that he/she was a random high school girl with a crush on some purple-haired cartoon character named after boys underwear.
Vegeta On his Own
Chapter 4
Ashes to Ashes
He had seen her for the last time. He would never see her face again. They closed the cherry oak lid on her casket and they placed it over the hole where she would spend the rest of eternity. His mate, his wife, his queen, once the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on, now only a lifelike doll destined to sleep under the earth's surface eternally.
He stood in front of her grave, where they were lowering the casket, flowers and all. Trunks had dragged his grandmother along to every flower shop in town, to find a flower that was the exact shade of her favorite color. A rich dark blue, which would almost seem seagreen if you tilted it in the sunlight just right; the color of her eyes.
Nature seemed to be the only thing that day full of color. Everyone standing around the grave was wearing the traditional black in mourning of their friend. Even Vegeta had put on a black suit for the occasion, and they were all wearing ties.
However, none of them, except for Gohan who had to wear ties at work, knew how to tie them. So they all stood around him before the ceremony as he instructed them on the art of tying the tie. Trunks and Vegeta had gotten it on the first try, but Goten had somehow managed to tie a bow, and Goku ended up gagging himself with it. Gohan had to help him while Vegeta walked off muttering "baka Kakkarot."
Trunks stepped closer to his father as they finished lowering the casket. Vegeta looked down at his son when he felt him rub against his leg and saw that a steady flow of tears were making their way down his face. Vegeta's eyes watered, but the tears wouldn't come. He felt frustrated, half of him wanted to hold the tears back from pride, the other half was yelling at him for being so cold-hearted. But the tears never fell, but just clouded his vision, until he could no longer see the epitaph on the tombstone. But he didn't need to, he knew what was there. Her name. And it would stay there forever. She was now only a sweet memory.
Vegeta sat out in the backyard of their house as the reception dragged on. He was sitting at a picnic table mixing around his piece of cake with his fork. 'Cake?' he thought, 'Why the hell was there cake at a funeral. What were they going to write on it? "Happy deathday, Bulma?"' He was snapped out of his musings when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He recognized the familiar ki and shrugged the hand off his shoulder.
"Fuck off, Kakkarot." He said it, but he didn't mean it.
Goku ignored it. "Are you o.k., Vegeta?" He sat down next to the smaller saiyan and looked at him with concern. They were more like brothers than anything, best friends at times, and worst enemies at others. Even their kids would call the other one "uncle".
Vegeta just pretended to be enthralled with his piece of cake again. He was slumped down in his seat, and Goku was genuially concerned for him. He had never seen him like this before, but of course nothing had really happened like this to him since Goku had known Vegeta.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked again. Vegeta straightened up as if an idea just struck him. He got up and faced Goku and motioned for him to get up, too. Goku just stood up looking confused, and just then Vegeta clobbered him in the stomach. Goku just doubled down clutching his stomach for he was caught completely off guard.
Vegeta smirked. "Thanks, Kakkarot. I think I feel a little better now." He walked off to the otherside of the yard leaving Goku on the ground scrunched up in pain.
"No..problem..Vegeta." He chocked out with a faint smile on his face.
Trunks was in a corner of the backyard all by himself sitting on his swing set, gently rocking himself back and forth with the tips of his toes. He was holding his black tie in his hands and dragging it on the ground, and the top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. Goten had been sitting with him, but, like always, ran off when he heard his mother say it was dinner time. Trunks stared at the ground, but then noticed when a shadow came up from behind him. He twisted around to see his father standing there with his shirt unbuttoned, too, and his tie hanging loose around his neck.
Trunks turned back around, and Vegeta walked over and sat on the swing next to Trunks. Vegeta started rocking himself back and forth like his son, and looked over at him. "You're like me, not very social. I don't like having all these people here. I don't know half of them, and they keep trying to talk to me."
"Same here, that's why I came over here. Most of them don't want to leave the main group to come over and say 'Oh, you poor boy, I feel so sorry for you.' I hate that." Trunks kept staring at the ground.
"I guess they just don't know what else to say." Vegeta started pushing off from the ground with his feet. "So what is the purpose of this?" He asked Trunks.
"I don't know," he replied. "It's really for people who don't know how to fly, I guess." He started to swing along with Vegeta, and they kept getting higher and higher (without much effort) until Vegeta hopped off a few feet away.
"I can jump farther!" Trunks yelled and jumped off the swing ten feet away from where his father was standing. Vegeta walked up to him and glared.
"You know I wasn't even trying." He said, and then he smiled. "Come on." He put his hand on Trunks' back and together they walked back to the party.
It was now pretty late in the evening, and most of the people had gone home. Now the only ones to remain at Capsule Corps were the Z fighters and their families. Trunks, Goten, and Marron were sitting on the floor watching some T.V. show, and most of the adults were sitting around them on the sofas, except for Vegeta, who stood a little ways away, leaning on a door frame, with his arms crossed and a glazed look on his face as he stared at nothing in particular.
"So," Chi Chi started, "What's going to happen. I'm mean with Bulma gone and all, who's going to take care of the kids?" Trunks spun around and Vegeta straightened up and stared over at the group.
"Well, dear. My husband and I thought that we could take care of them, since we are the grandparents and all." Mrs. Briefs said. Some of the adults nodded in agreement.
"And what about their father?" Everyone spun around to see Vegeta walking towards them with a glint of anger in his eyes. "Don't I get a say in this?"
"Yeah, I mean, I just figured that Vegeta would take care of them, I mean, they are his kids." Goku said.
"I just thought you didn't care." Mrs. Briefs said coldly.
"Of course I care!" Vegeta was getting madder by the moment.
"Well, It's just that you didn't care about Bulma or anything, why would you care about her children." Vegeta glared at her with his cold eyes. He wanted anything right now just to be able to tear her apart for saying that. She didn't take his warning however, and continued, "For years, I had to sit by and watch you tear apart my only daughter. The looks you gave her, and the way you never showed any appreciation, for all that she did for you. Did you ever even tell her you loved her?"
Everyone in the room sat by in a shocked silence. Glancing back and forth between the angered individuals who stood up glaring at one another. Vegeta was fuming, but regained his composure, he was going to have to win this without fighting. He walked towards her slowly and his word came out in a soft hiss. "I did. I know I didn't say it often, and never in front of anyone else, but I told her as much as I could, and she knew it, and that's what matters. I know I'm not like you, I was raised different, hell, I wasn't even raised at all. I know I've been a bastard in my life, but I am doing the best I can now, and the reason I train so hard now is NOT to beat Kakkarot, it is so I can protect my family if that need comes again, I've lost Bulma for reasons beyond my control, but I am not going to lose my kids, and not you, and not anyone else, is going to take them from me." He turned his back on her and started to walk away.
Mrs. Briefs stayed standing, but you couldn't hide the look of humiliation on her face. "Well, I can stand the kids living with me, but I can't stand you. If you really want to take care of your children, then you are going to have to find someplace else for you and them to stay."
Vegeta turned back around. "Fine," he said, " then, tomorrow, I will look for appropriate living quarters for Trunks, Bra, and myself, and I will try to be out of your hair in reasonable amount of time." He walked out the backyard and flew off to kami knows where, to just be alone. Everyone else just stared out after him, in a silent shock.
*O.K. That's all for now, please review and keep reading. Arigato. I'll try to update soon.*
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, I am not Akira Toriyama, unless, however, he hit his head walking home one day, got amnesia, a sex change, and a lot of plastic surgery and was shipped off to some remote city in the west where he/she was told that he/she was a random high school girl with a crush on some purple-haired cartoon character named after boys underwear.
Vegeta On his Own
Chapter 4
Ashes to Ashes
He had seen her for the last time. He would never see her face again. They closed the cherry oak lid on her casket and they placed it over the hole where she would spend the rest of eternity. His mate, his wife, his queen, once the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on, now only a lifelike doll destined to sleep under the earth's surface eternally.
He stood in front of her grave, where they were lowering the casket, flowers and all. Trunks had dragged his grandmother along to every flower shop in town, to find a flower that was the exact shade of her favorite color. A rich dark blue, which would almost seem seagreen if you tilted it in the sunlight just right; the color of her eyes.
Nature seemed to be the only thing that day full of color. Everyone standing around the grave was wearing the traditional black in mourning of their friend. Even Vegeta had put on a black suit for the occasion, and they were all wearing ties.
However, none of them, except for Gohan who had to wear ties at work, knew how to tie them. So they all stood around him before the ceremony as he instructed them on the art of tying the tie. Trunks and Vegeta had gotten it on the first try, but Goten had somehow managed to tie a bow, and Goku ended up gagging himself with it. Gohan had to help him while Vegeta walked off muttering "baka Kakkarot."
Trunks stepped closer to his father as they finished lowering the casket. Vegeta looked down at his son when he felt him rub against his leg and saw that a steady flow of tears were making their way down his face. Vegeta's eyes watered, but the tears wouldn't come. He felt frustrated, half of him wanted to hold the tears back from pride, the other half was yelling at him for being so cold-hearted. But the tears never fell, but just clouded his vision, until he could no longer see the epitaph on the tombstone. But he didn't need to, he knew what was there. Her name. And it would stay there forever. She was now only a sweet memory.
Vegeta sat out in the backyard of their house as the reception dragged on. He was sitting at a picnic table mixing around his piece of cake with his fork. 'Cake?' he thought, 'Why the hell was there cake at a funeral. What were they going to write on it? "Happy deathday, Bulma?"' He was snapped out of his musings when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He recognized the familiar ki and shrugged the hand off his shoulder.
"Fuck off, Kakkarot." He said it, but he didn't mean it.
Goku ignored it. "Are you o.k., Vegeta?" He sat down next to the smaller saiyan and looked at him with concern. They were more like brothers than anything, best friends at times, and worst enemies at others. Even their kids would call the other one "uncle".
Vegeta just pretended to be enthralled with his piece of cake again. He was slumped down in his seat, and Goku was genuially concerned for him. He had never seen him like this before, but of course nothing had really happened like this to him since Goku had known Vegeta.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked again. Vegeta straightened up as if an idea just struck him. He got up and faced Goku and motioned for him to get up, too. Goku just stood up looking confused, and just then Vegeta clobbered him in the stomach. Goku just doubled down clutching his stomach for he was caught completely off guard.
Vegeta smirked. "Thanks, Kakkarot. I think I feel a little better now." He walked off to the otherside of the yard leaving Goku on the ground scrunched up in pain.
"No..problem..Vegeta." He chocked out with a faint smile on his face.
Trunks was in a corner of the backyard all by himself sitting on his swing set, gently rocking himself back and forth with the tips of his toes. He was holding his black tie in his hands and dragging it on the ground, and the top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. Goten had been sitting with him, but, like always, ran off when he heard his mother say it was dinner time. Trunks stared at the ground, but then noticed when a shadow came up from behind him. He twisted around to see his father standing there with his shirt unbuttoned, too, and his tie hanging loose around his neck.
Trunks turned back around, and Vegeta walked over and sat on the swing next to Trunks. Vegeta started rocking himself back and forth like his son, and looked over at him. "You're like me, not very social. I don't like having all these people here. I don't know half of them, and they keep trying to talk to me."
"Same here, that's why I came over here. Most of them don't want to leave the main group to come over and say 'Oh, you poor boy, I feel so sorry for you.' I hate that." Trunks kept staring at the ground.
"I guess they just don't know what else to say." Vegeta started pushing off from the ground with his feet. "So what is the purpose of this?" He asked Trunks.
"I don't know," he replied. "It's really for people who don't know how to fly, I guess." He started to swing along with Vegeta, and they kept getting higher and higher (without much effort) until Vegeta hopped off a few feet away.
"I can jump farther!" Trunks yelled and jumped off the swing ten feet away from where his father was standing. Vegeta walked up to him and glared.
"You know I wasn't even trying." He said, and then he smiled. "Come on." He put his hand on Trunks' back and together they walked back to the party.
It was now pretty late in the evening, and most of the people had gone home. Now the only ones to remain at Capsule Corps were the Z fighters and their families. Trunks, Goten, and Marron were sitting on the floor watching some T.V. show, and most of the adults were sitting around them on the sofas, except for Vegeta, who stood a little ways away, leaning on a door frame, with his arms crossed and a glazed look on his face as he stared at nothing in particular.
"So," Chi Chi started, "What's going to happen. I'm mean with Bulma gone and all, who's going to take care of the kids?" Trunks spun around and Vegeta straightened up and stared over at the group.
"Well, dear. My husband and I thought that we could take care of them, since we are the grandparents and all." Mrs. Briefs said. Some of the adults nodded in agreement.
"And what about their father?" Everyone spun around to see Vegeta walking towards them with a glint of anger in his eyes. "Don't I get a say in this?"
"Yeah, I mean, I just figured that Vegeta would take care of them, I mean, they are his kids." Goku said.
"I just thought you didn't care." Mrs. Briefs said coldly.
"Of course I care!" Vegeta was getting madder by the moment.
"Well, It's just that you didn't care about Bulma or anything, why would you care about her children." Vegeta glared at her with his cold eyes. He wanted anything right now just to be able to tear her apart for saying that. She didn't take his warning however, and continued, "For years, I had to sit by and watch you tear apart my only daughter. The looks you gave her, and the way you never showed any appreciation, for all that she did for you. Did you ever even tell her you loved her?"
Everyone in the room sat by in a shocked silence. Glancing back and forth between the angered individuals who stood up glaring at one another. Vegeta was fuming, but regained his composure, he was going to have to win this without fighting. He walked towards her slowly and his word came out in a soft hiss. "I did. I know I didn't say it often, and never in front of anyone else, but I told her as much as I could, and she knew it, and that's what matters. I know I'm not like you, I was raised different, hell, I wasn't even raised at all. I know I've been a bastard in my life, but I am doing the best I can now, and the reason I train so hard now is NOT to beat Kakkarot, it is so I can protect my family if that need comes again, I've lost Bulma for reasons beyond my control, but I am not going to lose my kids, and not you, and not anyone else, is going to take them from me." He turned his back on her and started to walk away.
Mrs. Briefs stayed standing, but you couldn't hide the look of humiliation on her face. "Well, I can stand the kids living with me, but I can't stand you. If you really want to take care of your children, then you are going to have to find someplace else for you and them to stay."
Vegeta turned back around. "Fine," he said, " then, tomorrow, I will look for appropriate living quarters for Trunks, Bra, and myself, and I will try to be out of your hair in reasonable amount of time." He walked out the backyard and flew off to kami knows where, to just be alone. Everyone else just stared out after him, in a silent shock.
*O.K. That's all for now, please review and keep reading. Arigato. I'll try to update soon.*