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nobody knows.
Nobody Knows Ch. 2 Authoress: Aqua_Spirit
Why didn't I say
The things I needed to say
How could I let my angel get away
Know my world is tumbling down
I can say it so clearly
But your know where around ....
Why I did this to myself, I don't think I'll ever know .I mean he was mere feet from me, waiting for my arms to wrap around him, but I just stood there. Not that I just stood there, it wasn't just that: I stood there with her.
~ It was another big party at capsule corp. we've done this a million times, but this time was different. I'm sure as he felt it too, or maybe he planned it, I'm not sure.
Bulma was making her usual 'I'm so happy we could all be together' speech, but I, like most everybody else, had lost interest.
I couldn't stop staring at him, with his torn up dark blue training clothes and a frown set firmly in place.
I know Vegeta like I know myself, even if he looked the same on the outside, something was troubling him within. When you love someone as much as I love Vegeta, you just know when something is off.
He was standing near the window of the dinning room Bulma had chosen for this occasion. To anyone else he was just like always; distant and pissed- off, but to me he held a nervous slouch, like something was weighing him down.
Usually I would turn my head upward and to the side. He had once mentioned that he thought I looked best this way, to him it was just a little comment, but to me it meant so much more. So trying to look my best to catch his attention was my main goal at these little parties, but as I mentioned before this time was different.
I'm a bit distracted by the carts of food capsule corp. employees are bringing out now. Great tray of meats, breads, cheeses, fish, fruits, vegetables, and sweets are neatly piled on the table before us. I begin piling my plate with everything in reach; I tend to eat a lot when I'm worried. I vaguely notice kurrin sit next to me while stuffing my face to rid myself of my worries.
"Well, are you or aren't you going to sit down and eat with the rest of us?" Bulma whinny voice reaches my ears about half way through a platter of shrimp I had stolen from Yamcha's side of the table. Almost all eyes are on Vegeta as he growls out his reply.
"Shut up! Baka woman, I eat when I'm damn good and ready and no sooner than that!" He says in a sort of thick irritated voice. It doesn't sound like him.
Bulma, probably used to it by now, just turns back to her food with a bit of a put-out expression on her thin face.
"Hmpf!" my wife puts in coldly as she throws a napkin down on the table rather savagely to accent her point.
Most of dinner goes by smoothly, and by dessert almost all worries are gone. I let my eyes drift to my right, where my wife Chi-chi is currently sitting. Her hair is a bit messy and her face is pretty flushed. The pink in her cheeks spreads to her nose and up her forehead. When she notices my stare she gives me a 'Bedroom eyes' look and giggles while taking another deep drink of the dark red liquid in her glass. I give her a small smile and turn my attention elsewhere, to Vegeta.
He seems to be sitting on the window seal, but instead of avoiding my gaze he is staring directly into my eyes with a look of daggers. I give my prince what I hope was an apologetic look, while he turns his head away shaking it in disgust.
I know firsthand how possessive Vegeta can get, but he's never showed any sign of it in front of anyone else. As I look at his smaller form I can't help but start to worry again. It appears he didn't even bother to change his clothes after training this afternoon. A very stubborn look is on his face now. It almost looks like a pout from this angle, I muse while tilting my head down slightly.
"Hey buddy!" I hear Kurrin say while patting my back, "Can I 'ave a hug?" It appears Chi-chi isn't the only who had a little too much to drink.
"Don't ya love me no more c'mon! Don't ch'ya c'mon," Kurrin begins ranting.
"Shut up you!" #18 says as she roughly pulls him away, giving him a hard smack 'round the head. I always liked her, she reminds me of Vegeta in some ways.
Speaking of Vegeta he seems to be good and ready to eat, because the servants are bringing some food out now. He takes a seat next to me. I'm a little nervous he usually sits next to Bulma where there is a seat clearly saved for him.
Vegeta sitting next to me seems to change the world. This whole dinner I've been staring at him and trying to him and the worried feeling he gives me out of my mind. Now I'm not even willing to look at him, for fear of meeting his eyes, and racking my brain for things I could've done to make him angry.
Staring around I see beautiful purple curtains, a lush royal blue carpet, and violent pink flowers.
Vegeta taps on my shoulder, and I look over, tilting my head down.
"A word?" He asks politely. His small gorges hand is still resting on my shoulder as I stumble for a reply.
"Um...Er," oh come on I know this word! "Y-yeah, sure 'Geta!" I say rather awkwardly, the last part sounding a bit too cheerful and eager, while the fist part sounding nervous and unsure. As we walk through the dinning hall Vegeta grabs my hand, I try to pull away, but he held it firmly.
Dear god, it's a wonder how I've survived, living this lie for so long anyway. Now I'm being too dramatic, it's just, the man of my dreams is right beside me, shamelessly holding my hand, in front of both our wives.
That leads me to thinking, did Vegeta ever marry Bulma? I mean she wears a ring and says 'my husband', but I'm sure he didn't buy the ring. I also can't see Vegeta all dressed up in a tux standing in front of a priest reciting vows. But then again, I couldn't believe my ears when Trunks said who his father is. I wish I could've seen Vegeta's face when he first found out he was going to be a daddy. I wonder how bulma broke the news to him.
The thought of this only depresses me, I'll never be able to do that for him. Bare him a child, an heir. I hope that's what keeps him with Bulma, Trunks. Because if not that, then maybe it's the gravity room. You see I've worked out several reasons why Vegeta would stay, without having any feeling besides friendship for bulma. That may sound a bit....
Smack!! My train of thought is deeply interrupted as I find myself being flung across the yard.
"Dammit kakarot! I'm not going to put up with any more of your shit!" A very angry Vegeta screams while glaring at me as far as I can tell, my eyes don't seem to be working properly.
"What!" I scream out a lot louder than I intended to.
Now I've done it. Chi-chi is currently running across the lawn to me, followed closely by the rest of the guest from the party. She finds me still sprawled across the lawn, which seems to have taken a lot more damage than me.
"Can't you just let things be peaceful around here for one day Vegeta!" Bulma yell out, slightly out of breath.
"Of course that blood-thirsty lunatic can't!" Chi-chi replies for Vegeta. I'm not paying much attention to her as she throws her arms around my neck.
Vegetas eyes are locked with mine as the whole party stares on.
Tell them kakarot tell, tell them now!" Vegeta commands with a look I've never seen before in his beautiful eyes.
I stare back at him with questioning and fearful eyes. /What does he mean tell them?/
"What do you mean tell 'tell them'? Tell us what?" Bulma repeat my thoughts aloud sounding fearful and worried.
I tell you what he means, he's finally gone completely mad!" Chi-chi spits out in rage.
"Tell them everything kakarot! Everything now!" Vegeta growls out still staring at me.
"C'mon Goku get up, we're going home now." Chi says as she stands up and begins to dust herself off.
Vegeta just stares at me blankly as I stand up.
I'm sorry Bulma, it's just we can't... stay." Chi-chi finishes in an almost tearful voice.
Vegeta is still staring at me as Chi-chi wraps her small delicate arm around mine.
"Tell them kakarot, tell them," Vegeta says again, but this time in a softer almost desperate sounding voice.]
I consider for a moment telling everybody everything. My family Gohan, Goten, Chi-Chi, our little house, my perfect little world...I can't loose that. I keep my head down.
By now even my clueless innocent chi-chi knows something must be up.
"Goku?" She says in an innocent and fearful voice that makes me melt for her.
"Goku, what is he talking aboutt? Goku?" Chi-Chi says while tugging on my arm.
I look up and at Vegeta "I-...I" Vegeta has a bit of hope in his eyes. "I don't know." I say while tearing my eyes away from his.
A look of shock and sadness washes over Vegeta's beautiful face. Only for a moment, a fraction of a second does it stay before being replaced by one of raw anger.
"Coward!" He spits out before vanishing in a flash of violent blue tinted light. I fell a deep hurt in my chest as his ki moves further and further away.~
Authors note: O_O She finaly updated*shock*. Spelling and grammar are off in this chapter, way off. I plan to update more than twice a year, really.
Nobody Knows Ch. 2 Authoress: Aqua_Spirit
Why didn't I say
The things I needed to say
How could I let my angel get away
Know my world is tumbling down
I can say it so clearly
But your know where around ....
Why I did this to myself, I don't think I'll ever know .I mean he was mere feet from me, waiting for my arms to wrap around him, but I just stood there. Not that I just stood there, it wasn't just that: I stood there with her.
~ It was another big party at capsule corp. we've done this a million times, but this time was different. I'm sure as he felt it too, or maybe he planned it, I'm not sure.
Bulma was making her usual 'I'm so happy we could all be together' speech, but I, like most everybody else, had lost interest.
I couldn't stop staring at him, with his torn up dark blue training clothes and a frown set firmly in place.
I know Vegeta like I know myself, even if he looked the same on the outside, something was troubling him within. When you love someone as much as I love Vegeta, you just know when something is off.
He was standing near the window of the dinning room Bulma had chosen for this occasion. To anyone else he was just like always; distant and pissed- off, but to me he held a nervous slouch, like something was weighing him down.
Usually I would turn my head upward and to the side. He had once mentioned that he thought I looked best this way, to him it was just a little comment, but to me it meant so much more. So trying to look my best to catch his attention was my main goal at these little parties, but as I mentioned before this time was different.
I'm a bit distracted by the carts of food capsule corp. employees are bringing out now. Great tray of meats, breads, cheeses, fish, fruits, vegetables, and sweets are neatly piled on the table before us. I begin piling my plate with everything in reach; I tend to eat a lot when I'm worried. I vaguely notice kurrin sit next to me while stuffing my face to rid myself of my worries.
"Well, are you or aren't you going to sit down and eat with the rest of us?" Bulma whinny voice reaches my ears about half way through a platter of shrimp I had stolen from Yamcha's side of the table. Almost all eyes are on Vegeta as he growls out his reply.
"Shut up! Baka woman, I eat when I'm damn good and ready and no sooner than that!" He says in a sort of thick irritated voice. It doesn't sound like him.
Bulma, probably used to it by now, just turns back to her food with a bit of a put-out expression on her thin face.
"Hmpf!" my wife puts in coldly as she throws a napkin down on the table rather savagely to accent her point.
Most of dinner goes by smoothly, and by dessert almost all worries are gone. I let my eyes drift to my right, where my wife Chi-chi is currently sitting. Her hair is a bit messy and her face is pretty flushed. The pink in her cheeks spreads to her nose and up her forehead. When she notices my stare she gives me a 'Bedroom eyes' look and giggles while taking another deep drink of the dark red liquid in her glass. I give her a small smile and turn my attention elsewhere, to Vegeta.
He seems to be sitting on the window seal, but instead of avoiding my gaze he is staring directly into my eyes with a look of daggers. I give my prince what I hope was an apologetic look, while he turns his head away shaking it in disgust.
I know firsthand how possessive Vegeta can get, but he's never showed any sign of it in front of anyone else. As I look at his smaller form I can't help but start to worry again. It appears he didn't even bother to change his clothes after training this afternoon. A very stubborn look is on his face now. It almost looks like a pout from this angle, I muse while tilting my head down slightly.
"Hey buddy!" I hear Kurrin say while patting my back, "Can I 'ave a hug?" It appears Chi-chi isn't the only who had a little too much to drink.
"Don't ya love me no more c'mon! Don't ch'ya c'mon," Kurrin begins ranting.
"Shut up you!" #18 says as she roughly pulls him away, giving him a hard smack 'round the head. I always liked her, she reminds me of Vegeta in some ways.
Speaking of Vegeta he seems to be good and ready to eat, because the servants are bringing some food out now. He takes a seat next to me. I'm a little nervous he usually sits next to Bulma where there is a seat clearly saved for him.
Vegeta sitting next to me seems to change the world. This whole dinner I've been staring at him and trying to him and the worried feeling he gives me out of my mind. Now I'm not even willing to look at him, for fear of meeting his eyes, and racking my brain for things I could've done to make him angry.
Staring around I see beautiful purple curtains, a lush royal blue carpet, and violent pink flowers.
Vegeta taps on my shoulder, and I look over, tilting my head down.
"A word?" He asks politely. His small gorges hand is still resting on my shoulder as I stumble for a reply.
"Um...Er," oh come on I know this word! "Y-yeah, sure 'Geta!" I say rather awkwardly, the last part sounding a bit too cheerful and eager, while the fist part sounding nervous and unsure. As we walk through the dinning hall Vegeta grabs my hand, I try to pull away, but he held it firmly.
Dear god, it's a wonder how I've survived, living this lie for so long anyway. Now I'm being too dramatic, it's just, the man of my dreams is right beside me, shamelessly holding my hand, in front of both our wives.
That leads me to thinking, did Vegeta ever marry Bulma? I mean she wears a ring and says 'my husband', but I'm sure he didn't buy the ring. I also can't see Vegeta all dressed up in a tux standing in front of a priest reciting vows. But then again, I couldn't believe my ears when Trunks said who his father is. I wish I could've seen Vegeta's face when he first found out he was going to be a daddy. I wonder how bulma broke the news to him.
The thought of this only depresses me, I'll never be able to do that for him. Bare him a child, an heir. I hope that's what keeps him with Bulma, Trunks. Because if not that, then maybe it's the gravity room. You see I've worked out several reasons why Vegeta would stay, without having any feeling besides friendship for bulma. That may sound a bit....
Smack!! My train of thought is deeply interrupted as I find myself being flung across the yard.
"Dammit kakarot! I'm not going to put up with any more of your shit!" A very angry Vegeta screams while glaring at me as far as I can tell, my eyes don't seem to be working properly.
"What!" I scream out a lot louder than I intended to.
Now I've done it. Chi-chi is currently running across the lawn to me, followed closely by the rest of the guest from the party. She finds me still sprawled across the lawn, which seems to have taken a lot more damage than me.
"Can't you just let things be peaceful around here for one day Vegeta!" Bulma yell out, slightly out of breath.
"Of course that blood-thirsty lunatic can't!" Chi-chi replies for Vegeta. I'm not paying much attention to her as she throws her arms around my neck.
Vegetas eyes are locked with mine as the whole party stares on.
Tell them kakarot tell, tell them now!" Vegeta commands with a look I've never seen before in his beautiful eyes.
I stare back at him with questioning and fearful eyes. /What does he mean tell them?/
"What do you mean tell 'tell them'? Tell us what?" Bulma repeat my thoughts aloud sounding fearful and worried.
I tell you what he means, he's finally gone completely mad!" Chi-chi spits out in rage.
"Tell them everything kakarot! Everything now!" Vegeta growls out still staring at me.
"C'mon Goku get up, we're going home now." Chi says as she stands up and begins to dust herself off.
Vegeta just stares at me blankly as I stand up.
I'm sorry Bulma, it's just we can't... stay." Chi-chi finishes in an almost tearful voice.
Vegeta is still staring at me as Chi-chi wraps her small delicate arm around mine.
"Tell them kakarot, tell them," Vegeta says again, but this time in a softer almost desperate sounding voice.]
I consider for a moment telling everybody everything. My family Gohan, Goten, Chi-Chi, our little house, my perfect little world...I can't loose that. I keep my head down.
By now even my clueless innocent chi-chi knows something must be up.
"Goku?" She says in an innocent and fearful voice that makes me melt for her.
"Goku, what is he talking aboutt? Goku?" Chi-Chi says while tugging on my arm.
I look up and at Vegeta "I-...I" Vegeta has a bit of hope in his eyes. "I don't know." I say while tearing my eyes away from his.
A look of shock and sadness washes over Vegeta's beautiful face. Only for a moment, a fraction of a second does it stay before being replaced by one of raw anger.
"Coward!" He spits out before vanishing in a flash of violent blue tinted light. I fell a deep hurt in my chest as his ki moves further and further away.~
Authors note: O_O She finaly updated*shock*. Spelling and grammar are off in this chapter, way off. I plan to update more than twice a year, really.