Fanfiction

You’re gone

You’re gone

My wife was dead. My life was gone. I stood over her grave, my
heart was in my hands. I was never supposed to do so. As a warrior on a
destructive path it was I, who had been meant to die. It was her who was
supposed to mourn. But death never came no matter how many times I had commanded
it to me. And now I stood without her a fate worse then death even though I
would never admit that. Though I had abandoned my destructive nature for her
love, I had always pictured myself going first. My son was now a grown man of
thirty, a warrior with a pride to rival my own. But he never let it come between
him and his family as I had. As I still do since I had detached myself from
Bulma’s death. He was over handling the guests and the other baka humans
involved in this ridiculous meaningless ceremony. What was the point of it? It
didn’t bring my wife back. All it did was invite weak humans to feel pity for
me. And that’s the last thing I wanted. My mate would have understood that. That
was why she had left a request that there be no such exercise upon her death. It
was Kakorot’s idiot mate who had gone against her wishes. “Bulma had too many
friends who loved her for there to be no celebration of her life,” she had said.
I snorted at that comment. It rained, the people stood making unbearable noises,
and they wore baggy black clothing. Some celebration, what was worst is that
they played my mate’s favorite song at the funeral and now I can’t get it out of
my head. She had always been howling it in my ear and now I couldn’t forget how
much it reminded me of her.

(Flashback)

I stood in the kitchen being yelled at for the millionth time
about the disrespect that I had apparently shown her family. It was right after
I had moved in for the first time.

“Vegeta, how can you be so inconsiderate to us. We’ve given you
food, shelter, and a place to train. Do you really thing I deserve this sort of
treatment?” she asked me.

“Shut up baka onna. I do not wish to explain myself to you. I
do what I want when I want. I am Saiyan no Ouji,” I shouted back. She glared at
me like she had done a thousand times before.

“How can you have so little humanity?” she asked. I
growled.

“I guess I wasn’t hugged enough when I was little,” I said
mockingly. I was surprised when I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw her
crying.

“I know. But your scars won’t heal unless you try to rise above
it Vegeta,” she said walking past him. I gritted my teeth. How did she see the
truth behind my words?

I said hello I think I’m broken

And though I was only joking

It took me by surprise when you agreed

“Onna you know nothing,” I spat. She wiped her tears.

“I know you don’t want to be lonely forever. I can see it in
your eyes. If you keep pushing me away like this you will be though my dear
Saiyan no Ouji,” she told him flatly. I stared into her eyes.

“You have Yamacha onna. Leave me to my own business while you
do,” I said bitterly. She smiled and walked up and kissed me on the cheek.

“I knew that bothered you,” she said happily.

I was trying to be clever.

For the life of me I never

Would have guessed how far the simple truth would lead.

(Flash back ends)

“Otousan, Otousan,” screamed Trunks as he walked out to me.
“Otousan, please come back in right now. You’re going to make yourself sick.” I
waved him away.

“Go back to your wife brat,” I told him. “Leave me to mine.” I
bent down in front of the tombstone and sighed.

“She wouldn’t want you to suffer,” he pointed out. I didn’t
move.

“Hai,” I replied.

“Some people wonder if she knew you cared about her Otousan. Do
you?” he asked tentatively. I smirked.

“No,” I said simply, “No matter how hard I tried she knew. I
never could lie to her.”

(Flashback.)

Bulma had broken up with that idiot Yamacha again. I watched
her walk quietly up the stairs with a single tear streaming down her face. I was
just finished my training and I was pretty beat up. I never was planing on
telling anyone that though. I felt a pang in my chest I couldn’t ignore. I was
forced by some cruel force to go upstairs and make sure she was okay. Her door
was open and I saw her standing with her back to me. She must have sensed my
presence.

“I’m fine aritago,” she said, “It was nice of you to come check
on me.” I scowled at the implication.

“I was not checking on you onna. I am in need of being feed and
your Okasan is not here,” I said indignantly. She laughed humorously.

“Whatever Vegeta,” she said softly, “I heard the gravity
machine blow up again. You’re hurt aren’t you?” she said it more as a
statement.

“I am fine and I am none of your concern,” I said sharply. She
laughed; she actually dared to laugh at the Saiyan no Ouji.

“You’re lying on both counts,” she said proudly. My anger rose
and I decided to scare her so I powered up and formed a small ki ball in my
hand. She turned around and looked at me with a smirk that could rival my own.
Slowly she strode over to me and leaned over and blew the ki ball out. “That may
intimate Krillian and Yamacha but it will do nothing against me. I’ll have
bandages and food downstairs in a few minutes if you can swallow that pride of
yours and come down.” I rained in my shock. But couldn’t help but be impressed
and compelled to follow her.

You knew all my lines

You knew all my tricks

You knew how to heal that pain

No medicine can fix

I walked down and sat down at the table across from her. She
placed a huge plate of food in front of me. As I ate she annoyingly applied
cream to my wounds and wrapped them. I scowled and grabbed her arm gently. I
expected her to flinch but she didn’t she just stared into my eyes with worry.
No one had ever not been afraid of my touch. Even when I was just a child Freeza
took me and made me a killer and before that I was a prince that everyone had to
bow and scrape to. I found that it felt…good. I wasn’t upset by it; I kind of
enjoyed it. So I let her go and kissed her. She did not break away or even
flinch she just returned it. And I found myself feeling happiness for the first
time. Wrapping my arms around her I took her upstairs and made my first
son.

 

And I bless the day I met you

 

(Flashback ends.)

“Otousan you can’t remain out here,” said Trunks bringing me
out of the memory.

“Leave brat. How many more times do I have to tell you? I wish
to stay with her a little longer. Do not be afraid I don’t intend to drown
myself in the soil,” I spat.

“You should be thankful of the things you still do have
otousan. You probably did not deserve most of them,” he pointed out. I
sighed.

“Go to your wife boy. The moments you have together are brief,”
I tell him wearily.

And I thank god that he let you.

Lay beside me for a moment that lives on.

And the good news is I’m better for the time we spent
together.

And the bad news is you’re gone.

 

(Flashback)

Bulma stood in Trunks’ room rocking him gently the night after
my future son returned to his time. She turned around when she heard me enter.
She looked so much more content then she used to. The child had matured her and
made her no longer regret the hasty path we had took that night. She seemed to
have embraced the bond we had more too. The unfortunate part was that I began to
think it was my weakest point so I stopped acknowledging its existence.

“Vegeta, why do you stand there so sad? Cell is defeated there
is time for life now. Did I not make it clear that we could have one?” she asked
me calmly.

“I do not need you onna. And I don’t know why you think I have
such a great chance for life now. I have no more rival. Kakorot is gone. His son
is a superior warrior. Tell me what purpose a warrior without an enemy has,” I
said coldly. She frowned and shoved the child in her arms into my hands. I
looked up at her confused.

“That is your purpose Saiyan no Ouji if you are warrior enough
to accept it. If you are man enough to be an otousan. It requires a lot of
training. And it requires a bettering of yourself, I have already learned that,”
she spoke these words and then kissed me lovingly on the lips. Then she left. I
stared down at little Trunks and thought perhaps that the onna is not a huge
baka after all.

Looking back it’s still surprising.

I was sinking you were rising

With a look you caught me in mid-air.

 

(Flashback ends.)

“Bra still needs you,” said my son.

“She is almost eighteen. She will have her own life soon as you
do,” I reply.

“She is waiting for us,” he said.

“Then you better go and tell her it will be a while,” I said.
Finally he flew away and left me there. I touched the tombstone again and
realized that the problem had been that it had been too soon. The over thirty
years we had been together had passed in the blink of an eye even though I had
followed all the rules for most of it. All the pain, death and suffering that I
had caused and seen in my early life had nearly been wiped out by her love why
in Kami’s name was she not allowed to stay and finish the job. I needed her and
that hurt my Saiyan pride more now than it did when she was alive. Perhaps
because when she was near there was no need to speak of it. A tear slipped down
my face as place the single rose I had collected on my way to the ceremony on
her grave. I cried out in anger and frustration.

Now I know God has his reasons.

But sometimes it’s hard to see them.

When I awake to find that you’re not there.

 

(Flashback)

Bulma was on the phone with Kakorot’s mate as she always was.
But this time it was special, at least to her. She was calling to tell her about
our decision to get married.

“Chi Chi it’s incredible. He has actually put all the pride he
has aside and agreed to make an honest woman out of me,” she said happily
joking. I listened to the conversation and could not understand why all of a
sudden my mate’s face fell. “Chi Chi, I know he has his problems. And I do
remember that he tried to kill Goku. But he never did anything to harm me and I
refuse to allow you to say such horrible things against him. Everyone has their
crosses to bear.” There was another pause this one caused a tear to roll down
her face. “Fine then if that’s the way you feel about it don’t come to the
wedding. I can’t believe you are being such a bakayaro,” with that she slammed
down the phone and started to sob. I decided to try not and care so I began to
walk away from her. She must have sensed me. “Oh no you don’t Saiyan no Ouji,”
she called to me. “I am your wife to be and I am sobbing and damn it I’m going
to have a husband who will comfort me.”

The tone of her voice was commanding and the hurt on her face
was unbearable. So I crossed to her and pulled her close to me as she
sobbed.

“It’ll be alright onna. You shouldn’t let humans upset you,” I
said.

“I am a human baka,” she pointed out.

“Not anymore now you’re the mate of the Saiyan no Ouji,” I
assured her. She looked up at me and started laughing.

“Vegeta-chan, I knew you could be better then anyone expected
you to be,” she said happy again. She was laughing so hard it was contagious and
I let out a dry giggle. It was the first time I had laughed at anything but
suffering since I was an infant.

You found hope in hopeless.

You made crazy sane

You became the missing link

That helped me break my chains.

 

(Flashback ends)

“Vegeta,” said a voice I thought I recognized. I looked up from
my wife’s grave to find a vision of Kami standing there. “Lost your soul mate
have you?” I glared at him. I was not in the mood.

“Go away. You and your kind took my mate,” I snapped.

“We did. Fate decided that she would go first since Bra still
being young needed someone to protect her. For obvious reasons you were deemed
more suitable to do that,” he said simply.

“Aren’t you afraid of what I will do to the world,” I asked
menacingly.

“We were but you’ve changed. You can never do those horrible
things again not since her. I guess that is the greatest revenge of the souls
you’ve hurt. Now you have to be lonely and be an otousan to your children. And
you have not the mentality to take your anger out on the earth, as you would
have done before. But don’t worry the punishment is already not as severe as it
would have been,” he declared. I didn’t want to hear this. But his last
statement made me curious.

“Oh why is that?” I asked.

“Your onna has just finished arguing your case. You’ve been
granted a place in heaven with her when the time comes. She even offered to have
herself be sent to hell to be with you had you not been let in,” he informed me.
I smiled.

“You would have had to take my life. Onna would not have lasted
ten minutes in hell,” I said.

“We were aware that’s why we looked extra hard for means to
allow you into heaven. It was easier then we thought,” he said casually, “Now
return to your family. Bulma says to tell you that she loves you Saiyan no Ouji.
Do you have a message back to her?” I shook my head.

“If I needed to send one back we wouldn’t have made it as far
as we did,” I replied. Kami frowned.

“It wouldn’t kill you though,” he said disapprovingly as he
vanished.

I guess it was time. I had to leave her there alone. I had to
return to my children and care for them until fate deemed it my turn. I turned
to fly off but with one last look at the grave I whispered “I love you too.”

And I bless the day I met you

And I thank god that he let you

Lay beside me for a moment that lives on

And the good news is I’m better

For the time we spent together

And the bad news is you’re gone

The bad news is you’re gone.

 

End

 

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