I love the element of surprise. As for the song below, I felt that it fit this part of the story.

Narrative Soul Against Soul

AFI

To the Wounded: I have seen the self image that they've forced you to reduce to shattered glass, with the only remaining value lying in it's jagged edges. But the few who warrant waking for await their recognition. No fear of death, but with fear of life, your weakness kills everyone so live.For no lack of searching I can't seem to find one. Angels for everyone. What of all their promises can't seem to find much more than lies. Angels in everyone.A permanent solution to a temporary problem. Before I'd lay me down to rest, I'd throw away everything to live. For no lack of searching I can't seem to find one. Angels for everyone. What of all their promises can't seem to find much more than lies. Angels in everyone. For no lack of searching I can't seem to find one. Angels for everyone. What of all their promises can't seem to find much more than lies. Angels in anyone.For no lack of searching I can't seem to find one. Angels for everyone. What of all their promises can't seem to find much more than lies. Angels in everyone. For no lack of searching I can't seem to find one. Angels for everyone. What of all their promises can't seem to find much more than lies. Angels in anyone.

CHAPTER TWO: NARRATIVE SOUL AGAINST SOUL

He stared at the teacher blankly, and wouldn't move his head. Goku watched him, worried for his friend. He watched Vegeta take something small out of his backpack, but couldn't tell what it was. Vegeta raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Ouji?"

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

"You may. Take the hall pass." Vegeta stood up and ignored the hall pass. He went straight to the bathroom. There was this one guy at one of the urinals just finishing his moment of relief. He left as soon as Vegeta walked in, fore he was rather scared of this man. Vegeta looked into the mirror, and stared for a long time. He was thinking, and thinking hard. Second guessing would be a better way of putting it. He took out a folded piece of paper, and pinned it to the mirror with a small piece of tape that was wrapped around his finger. He looked over the note, making sure everything was written correctly. After convincing himself it was perfect, he walked outside the building, to a corner of the building not far from his class. There were a couple of large bushes, that were in dire need of a trim. He hid amongst them, and pulled out a brown paper bag from within one of them. He had hidden this in the bush earlier this morning, when no one was looking. He reached into the bag, and pulled out a .45 handgun. He breathed heavily as he put the gun to his temple. He counted to three, firing before he could finish the last number.

Bulma heard a gun fire, and suddenly became concerned. She looked around to see if anyone else heard it. If they did, they weren't paying attention. She raised her hand.

"Yes, Miss Briefs?"

"Vegeta's been gone a long time, shouldn't somebody be checking on him?"

"Good idea. Goku, you may go. First go to the bathroom, if he's not there, report back to me and I'll call the truancy officer." Goku nodded, hoping he'd find him there. He walked into the bathroom, and saw the note on the mirror. He couldn't help but read it, since he recognized the handwriting at once. It was Vegeta's.

To whoever reads this:

I would most certainly hope that the first to view this letter is Goku, since he had always been a really good friend, no matter how much of an asshole I tended to be. But if you're not him, then this is addressed to anonymous. On with the point. Yes, I've broken up with Bulma, who I've been dating for six months. Boo hoo. Big deal right? Wrong. Turns out I was cheating on her, and that's a really bad thing to do. I've decided I cannot live with myself for what I have done, and there is no way of forgiveness. I have truly fucked up, pardon the French. I am probably soaking in a pool of blood when you read this, but don't go looking for me. I am by the large bushes close to my classroom, you should have heard the loud noise. Let some Faculty member find me. My existence is no longer important, so I will close this letter with the fact that I've never been more sure of myself in my life. Goku, you were a great friend, Bulma, I will always love you. Goodbye...forever.

Vegeta Ouji

Goku read the letter three times, before racing back to class.

"Not there is he? I knew the little-"

"He won't come back." interrupted Goku.

"What?"

"He'll never come back. Ever."

"What do you mean?" Goku showed her the letter. Mrs. Thomas read it thoroughly, before gasping, and screamed loudly. The students in the classroom who had been carefree and laid back, suddenly had a look upon their face that read pure fear. They were thinking only the worse. She pressed a button under the intercom, which buzzed the front office.

"Office?"

"Send down the principal." Panic and fear was heard clearly in her voice.

"Is it Vegeta?"

"Yes. Tell him to hurry." Within minutes, the principal walked in, half expecting to see Vegeta ready to kill someone. But that wasn't the case.

"What is it?" he asked. Mrs. Thomas handed him the note.

"Oh, my God." He told the class to wait for a moment, while he grabbed Goku out of class, and Mrs. Thomas too. He shut the door. The students inside were filled with great uneasiness, and they wanted to know what the hell was going on.

"Goku, you found this letter, right?" questioned the principal.

"Y-Yes sir." he replied.

"How long ago did Vegeta leave the classroom?"

"Thirty minutes."

"Go to the office, tell them I said to let you into my office. Sit in the chair and wait for me." he said. Goku did as he was told, only he took the long way around, not wanting to find out for himself if the note was true. He waited for the principal in his office.

Meanwhile, he told Mrs. Thomas that if she didn't want to go, to wait in his office with Goku. She followed Goku there. The principal used his walkie talkie to contact two of the football coaches, and the police officer that patroled the school. They met up outside Mrs. Thomas's classroom. The principal showed them the letter, and the four of them raced to the spot Vegeta had described clearly in his note. Sure enough, there was a body lying in the hedges (Vegeta called them bushes), blood splattered everywhere. One of the coaches had a hard time fighting his queasy stomach, Vegeta was on the football team, and their best player. The principal contacted the office, and told them to get the coroner and an ambulance. They arrived an hour later, but classes were held. No one was leaving until Vegeta was gone. There would be no need for an autopsy, it was clearly visible the bullet hole in Vegeta's temple. While the ambulance was taking care of things, and the coroner had pronounced him dead,the principal walked to his office, hisface covered in sweat. Goku and Mrs. Thomas were seated upright, no sign of slouching, and they were staring at the wall.

"I regret to inform you that Vegeta was pronounced dead." Goku bursted into a fit of tears. Mrs. Thomas did as well. The principal was contacted through the walkie talkie.

"Billy? Uh, we've got everything cleaned up, the body has been sent to get cleaned up for a proper burial. We even got rid of the blood splattered hedges. You can tell the students to change classes, everything's clean. The principal nodded, as if the guy were in the same room.

"You can go back to the classroom. I'll make an announcement. You should keep this." he said, handing the note to Goku, who folded it up and put it in his pocket. The two were in the hall close to their class when the announcement came.

"Teachers and students pardon the interruption, but before I let you go to your next class, I regret to announce that Mr. Vegeta Ouji, a senior at this very school, has commited suicide outside building one. I would appreciate it greatly if you didn't gossip about him, he was a fine man with poor judgement. Everyone report to fourth period." Bulma, Chi Chi, Vegeta's few close friends, burst into tears at the announcement that would change their lives forever. Bulma would never get her 10:00 phone calls. Chi Chi would probably date a mourning, gloomy Goku for the rest of her life. Bulma would never be the same, and she would feel that it was all her fault. Nothing could be done, Vegeta was gone, he was never coming back. Bulma got her mother to take her home, where Bulma would call around to find out where Vegeta's funeral would be held at.

That's the end of this. One more chapter, unless you have a better idea. I'm a loyal fan of Vegeta, but for some reason, I've felt like killing him. I don't know why. Read and Review!