My Band
Chapter 7: The Performance Pt. II
Vegetafanic: Of course I'll read your stories you silly goose! By the time this comes out, I already have. ;D I hope you like my reviews. I still have to finish some of your stories. Man… the humor one where they start off as 5 year olds cracked me up! My parents thought I was going psycho cause I would randomly bust out laughing. ;D That's good humor for ya… well thanks for the review! Enjoy!
Raccly e.r 17: Heheh. You like shrugging, don't ya? Really? Everyone has Vegeta as an eavesdropper? Hmm… I hate following trends! Oh well. The only reason I had him do that was because they were talking about him, and who could resist the curiosity to find out what people say behind your back? ;D Thanks for the review again. Enjoy! I can't wait till the next chap of your fic. :D
LordVegeta91: Yes we must have the same frequency. Woah… that sounded incredibly… stupid. Forgive me. :D Thanks for reviewing! Yea, I was listening to Crossfade's CD right after I got it, and as I listened to their songs… I thought "ya know what? Vegeta and Goku sound like these guys a little… especially since Christopher Sabat does Vegeta AND Yamcha's voices" so hence this fic was made! Glad you like em. But now… I fear I have to move onto other bands… to pay them tribute. Onward! Thanks again!
Jess (anon): Thanks again! Glad you still like it. Heheh please enjoy!
"Yes Kakarott. We'll do just that."
"You all ready for this?" Goku asked the audience. A wave of euphoria and cheers was his answer. "Alright then!"
Before Goku had even finished saying 'alright', Vegeta had already started strumming his fingers along the guitar, starting up what appeared to be a relatively slow song.
"To you… I'm all I've left undone. I'm all I haven't won. Life me up… my soul's so hollow… life me up. You take the breath you didn't make; what's left you did forsake. Lift me up… my soul's so hollow. Life me up… my soul's so hollow…."
Suddenly the volume seemed to grow and expand as they hit the chorus. "You can make me scream internally; you can make me breathe eternally… yeah!" It died almost as quickly as it came.
"You see the things I cannot change… the things that make me plain. Life me up… my soul's so hollow! Life me up…"
"We've made all from the sum of none. All that we have become… life me up my soul's so hollow. Life me up my soul's so hollow!"
They repeated the chorus again as Bulma started to register more and more buyers, chit chatting with a couple here and there, but ultimately… business was booming.
The CD sales alone probably could've saved Capsule Corp, and the home viewers must have been equally impressed because internet sales were going up. The stock they had in the complex was selling out, and the even had to make a waiting list as they realized they'd greatly underestimated how well the band would be received.
"I'm not one for much rock," a rather robust lady tittered as she signed her name. "But for some reason I have the overwhelming urge to listen to these men more."
"Yes. I'm not one for music, but it seems that I'll have to take up on it a bit more," another one said in a British accent.
Bulma sighed in disappointed as she realized that she'd missed the rest of the song while bustling around the partiers. She was happy to find that they were starting up yet another song. It was approaching an hour… they would definitely meet their time requirement.
Her eyes widened in surprise as a rather demonic sound came over and Vegeta's voice dropped about an octave, though it sounded much more natural as it was closer to how he talked. He sounded rather…evil.
"Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness… I need to calculate what creates my own madness. And I'm addicted to your punishment, and you're the master…. And I am waiting for disaster."
"I feel irrational! So confrontational… to tell the truth I am getting away with murder! It is impossible to never tell the truth… but the reality is I'm getting away with murder."
Goku and Gohan almost seemed to smile knowingly as the rocked their heads and continued to drum and strum away as Vegeta continued to sing.
"I drink my drink and I don't even want to. I think my thoughts when I don't even need to. I never look back because I don't even want to… and I don't need to… because I'm getting away with murder."
"I feel irrational! So confrontational… to tell the truth I am getting away with murder! It is impossible to never tell the truth… but the reality is I'm getting away with murder!"
Rather spontaneously after the drum and guitar jams, he erupted in a high pitched shriek that still suited him.
"Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness, I need to calculate what creates my own madness! And I'm addicted to your punishment! And you're the master! And I am craving this disaster…"
He repeated the chorus again, and to everyone's surprise, the song ended as soon as the last syllable was out his mouth.
It seemed Vegeta would be singing another song. He leaned in close to the microphone, his face contorting in concentration and seeming passion as he belted the next song.
"I've got another confession to make: I'm your fool. Everyone's got their chains to break holding you. Were you born to resist? Or be abused? Is someone getting the best of you? Is someone getting the best… the best… the best… the best of you? Or are you gone and on to someone new?" Vegeta started off, switching in flashes from high pitched screams to serene and calm notes, only him and his guitar, before the trio finally erupted in a haze of pure rock.
"I needed somewhere to hang my head without you noose. You gave me something that I didn't have but had no use. I was too weak to give in, too strong to lose. My heart is under arrest again, but I'll break loose. My head is giving me life or death, but I can't choose. I swear I'll never give in; I refuse. Is someone getting the best of you?"
"Has someone taken you faith? It's real, the pain you feel. Your trust? You must confess! Is someone getting the best of you? Has someone taken your faith? It's real, the pain you feel. The life, the love you'd die to heal. The hope that starts the broken heart. Your trust? You must confess! Is someone getting the best… the best… the best… the best of you?"
The crowd, taken aback by the combination of Vegeta's voice and the music accompanying it, stood in silence as the music died down and Vegeta became calm again, almost…emotional.
"I've got another confession, my friend. I'm no fool. I'm getting tired of starting again… somewhere new. Were you born to resist or be abused? I swear I'll never give in; I refuse! Is someone getting the best? The best? The best? The best of you?"
In a surprising finale, the trio erupted in a blaze of notes and slamming drums, finally ending upon one closing note that sent the crowd over the edge into a blaze of whoops and applause.
"That was for you, woman..."
She wheeled around. Who's said that? It couldn't be...
"Sorry guys. Those three aren't on the CD," Goku admitted sadly. "But don't worry. There could always be another."
"Eh… whatever Kakarott," Vegeta mumbled, personally not wanting to admit to liking the idea.
"It's been fun folks!" Gohan chirped through the mic. The trio (or at least Goku and Gohan), waved before the curtains closed in front. Darting to the front, Bulma sprinted up the side steps and grabbed the forward microphone.
"And now we have another little treat for you. As you leave, you'll all receive a new capsule case, which we will demonstrate using now…"
The Saiyans smirked amongst themselves as they started to drone Bulma out.
"It's been real fun Vegeta. We gotta do this again, sometime!"
"Perhaps, Kakarott," Vegeta agreed softly.
"Well, gotta go see Chi-Chi. Catch ya later!" With that, Goku and Gohan left, leaving Vegeta to very troubled thoughts.
IIIIIIIIII
She watched everyone go with a happy sigh. The party had been a spectacular hit. She giggled as she watched Chi-Chi stagger away with Goku and Gohan. Apparently someone had deemed it necessary to spike the punch, and Chi-Chi, unfortunately, had taken the brunt of the attack.
With a content smile, she started to head back in the house with the feeling that she forgot something.
Realizing what it was, she turned back to the stage and started to capsulate it. She might need it again one day. The backyard completely object-less, she felt it right to put the GR back. She headed back inside the house to retrieve it, coming back outside within two minutes of her departure.
Throwing the GR back into place, she gave the yard an overlook before deciding that everything was back to normal.
"It's a good thing you put that back, otherwise I would've searched your room for it."
She smiled at the voice, turning around to meet the owner. "I really appreciate everything you did. It worked, you know. It all worked." He nodded curtly to her appraisal.
"I win, woman." She couldn't help but frown a little as he started to head towards the GR, just noticing that he already had his normal spandex on.
"You're going to train already? It's almost midnight!" He continued walking, not bothering to turn around to her.
"Well technically it's 'the day after the party' now as it is twelve o' one. So I am going to take full advantage of the Scrabble bet being over."
"Vegeta… was Goku right?"
"About what?" Vegeta asked, actually stopping and turning around. But he knew perfectly what she was referring to.
"Did you really write some of those songs for me?"
"Well considering you were in the room at the time I wrote them, you shouldn't find it surprising that I wrote a couple of them about you."
"I was always under the impression that you didn't give a damn about me, let alone write a few songs for me."
He stared silently at her for a moment, almost in confliction with himself about how to respond to that. "Well why do you seem to think now that I do give a damn about you?" he asked carefully, almost defensively.
"Goku said so. You wrote those songs for me."
"When did Kakarott say this?"
"In front of about… the whole population during the performance."
Making a mental note to kick Goku's ass, Vegeta merely responded. "Oh. I remember." She stared at him expectantly.
"You still didn't answer my question."
"I told you I did."
"But why?"
Again, he remained silent for some time before answering. "Well because I wanted to. Is there a problem with that?"
She restrained a smile, knowing that if she did, she blow all chances.
"No. Absolutely not."
She heard owls hooting and noticed how the stars seemed to illuminate the two of them well, but still she did not look away. He didn't seem to want to move either.
"Vegeta…" she pleaded softly… impulsively. "Don't train tonight."
His face twitched a little as he looked at her, weighing his options carefully, battling his conscious brutally.
She didn't know how long she stood there, waiting for his reply, waiting for him to turn his back on her and just walk to the GR. But finally, she saw his mouth move.
"Alright." She grinned happily in achievement as he headed towards her, smirking.
"You were wrong Vegeta. I win."
As they headed inside, she couldn't help but wonder if they were thinking the same thing.
Yay! The end. Epilogue up soon! Hope you had fun with this fic. Please read and review!
IMPORTANT: I'm going on vacation tomorrow and I won't be back for another week:( I know, I know. Don't worry though. We're going to a cabin by a lake to boat and stuff, (and you all know what I do when I boat), so that means I should have lots of new, good stories for you all whenI return!
The first song was "Hollow" by Submersed (not a very well known band... go to their website to hear their song), the second was "Getting Away with Murder" by Papa Roach, and the third was "Best of You" by none other than the Foo Fighters! I know, I know… only a few good bands from the list of many many great ones. Maybe next time!