My thousand wishes Chapter 6: The last wish, a dragon ball z fanfic

My thousand wishes

Ok ok..so this is the last chapter of this story..srry for all the fans who want more, but I don't know how to make it longer. I wish I could though. Anyway!

Thanks for all the reviews of my loyal fans ( I feel so honored ) and hope you all will read my next story that will come up sometime...if I get any ideas..

Btw, the song of the last chapter was "Promise" from Krezip! (For those who wanted to know.)

Disclaimer: Again..for the last time here..I say..I DO NOT OWN DBZ OR ANY CHARACTERS! SO THERE!

Chapter 6: The last wish.

The funeral had gone pretty well, everybody came to say their last words to Vegeta. Bulma stood there, with his 999 wishes in her hands. She also had a pen and was thinking about a last wish. What could she possibly wish for her lover now? He's gone now. She sighed and kneeled down on his grave. She held her hand on his gravestone and thought again.

"Damn Vegeta, why did you let me do this? Probably to torture me like always." She said and smiled. She looked at the wishes once again and then at the stone. She read those lines on it again and again.

Here rests Vegeta jr. Oiji,

son of Cathy and Vegeta Oiji.

08-04-1988 03-07-2006

R.I.P Vegeta, may the gods be with you.

Cathy Oiji had made those lines up. Bulma smiled and whiped a tear away. He would at least be freed of the pain he had suffered for so long. She was glad for him that he found peace for once, but she was sad that it was so soon.

"Well, Vegeta, save a spot for me there, okay?" She asked and then a lot of wishes came through her mind. She wanted to see his face one more time, tell him she's sorry, tell him she loved him, tell him everything would be okay...but those wishes were impossible. She needed a wish that she could write down for him now, a wish that would somehow help him.

But how?

She could wish of a thousand things, for her...but that was selfwish, she was sitting here at the grave of her best friend for years and her lover, and all she could think of was how she wanted to just touch him once again, just see his face.

Hello there, the angel from my nightmares, the shadow in the background of the morgue.

The unsuspected victim, of darkness in the valley, we can live like Jack and Sally if we want.

Where you can always find me, and we'll have halloween on Christmas, and in the night we'll wish this never ends, we'll wish this never ends.

I miss you, miss you.

She remembered all the time they had spent together, first as enemies, then as best friends and then as lovers. How they told each other their secrets, how they teased each other, made each other mad and liked it so much. How they couldn't stand each other but also couldn't live without each other. They knew each other since they were 6. Their famalies loved the other one. They planned that in the future Vegeta and she would get married..and when they finally were dating...he died..only those 2 words could bring tears in Bulma's eyes. He died...she couldn't get used to it just yet, but here she was, holding the gravestone with his name on it, his birthdate and the awfull date on which he died. She stood up and said her goodbye. She would come back later for the last wish. Right now she couldn't think of one. She was too emotional.

Where are you? And I'm so sorry. I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight.

I need somebody and always, this sick strange darkness comes creaping on so haunting everytime.

And as I stared I counted webs from all the spiders, catching things and eating there insides.

Like indicision to call you and hear your voice of threason. Will you come home and stop this pain tonight? Stop this pain tonight.

Don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you).

She rummaged through the box she got from Cathy, it was filled with Vegeta's stuff that Bulma wanted to keep. She found his favourite necklace, an old photograph of her sitting next to Vegeta on his birthdayparty when they were 12, they were best friends then. An other photograph they toke on highschool. It was of the both of them and Goku and Chi-Chi. She found his favourite shirt and smelled it...it still smelled like him. She put it on and hugged herself in it. Tears again falling from her eyes as she looked at the box with his stuff. She promised herself right there and then that she would keep it forever. She wouldn't throw anything away, not even if she would get children or anything. Not even if she loved someone else. Never. He was the one that supported her for so long, he was the one that made her who she was at this moment. The one she was proud of to be.

His guitar...he could play really good..he would always play some songs on it whenever she asked him too. She touched the wires and played a bit, she had learned some songs from him.

'Just don't break the wires again.'

'There, see, it's not so hard to NOT play a false note.'

'Aij, that cut looks deep.'

'Wow, I'm a great teacher!'

'Okay, now just play a bit softer...my ears hurt!'

Don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you).

I miss you, miss you.

Here she was again, at his grave, kneeled down with his wishes and a pen. She finally knew what to wish for him. She finally knew it after a week of poundering. It was hard for her to think of one, all the memories came above and they played over again, but now she was ready to finally give him his last final wish.

I wish for you, Vegeta, to see everybody you love and hold so dear grow up. My wish is for you to watch over us.

See you in heaven.

She put the pen in her pocket and folded the paper and put it under a stone on his grave.

She smiled and kissed the photograph of Vegeta that stood on the grave.

"You have your thousand wishes now." She said and stood up again. A wind blew suddenly and she heared his voice.

"Thank you."

Was it her imagination? She didn't care. She knew he knew he could rest and be happy wherever he was. And that because she helped him.

A/N: This chapter was a bit shorter than all the others, sorry! Don't hate me! PLEASE!

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