Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Alternate Reality ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two:

The Earth. The ground beneath his feet. The sound of crickets chirping in the distance. Vegeta hadn't heard or felt such things in five whole years, and now a small feeling of nostalgia made him wish that Goku would show up soon. He really didn't want to be feeling any regret after only being on Earth for two minutes.

As if on cue, Goku appeared instantaneously, with a large goofy grin on his face when he saw Vegeta. In disgust, Vegeta rolled his eyes at the other warrior.

"Vegeta! You're really back for a day!" Goku exclaimed.

"Yes, Kakarot. Now tell me what has happened in five years," the prince commanded.

Goku's eyes darted to the grass at his feet and he almost didn't want to say anything. But Vegeta had to know sometime, and in this situation, it was probably better now than later.

"Vegeta, a lot has changed in five years time. I can't even begin to explain how or why it has either. And I won't beat around the bush any longer," Goku said, his eyes still glued to the ground.

Vegeta braced himself for what words were going to come from Goku's mouth. A certain sixth sense was telling him that it wasn't going to be something pleasant.

"About a year after your death, Bulma couldn't handle anything anymore. We were all worried about her well-being, especially Yamcha. He went to visit her more than once a week and . . ." Goku trailed off, not really wanting to tell Vegeta the rest.

"And she fell for him again." Vegeta finished, knowing immediately what Goku would've said. He too looked to the ground refusing to let his immense anger show. But Goku could still tell.

"Yes. They were dating like teenagers again, but not off and on like they used to. To everyone else, it appeared that something would blossom out of their relationship. And it did. I'm sorry, Vegeta. He proposed to her. And she said yes." Goku told the story with as much of an unfazed voice as he could.

Vegeta couldn't take it anymore. His fists were clenched at his sides, and his head was bowed, not allowing the other man to see his eyes. But a question from Goku brought him back to reality.

"How can this wedding take place though? You and Bulma weren't married?" Goku asked naively.

"No. She and I never got married and you of all people should know that. It was her decision though. Not mine." he answered.

"If you need a place to stay until the morning, I'm sure Chichi wouldn't mind," Goku offered, knowing that Vegeta had all the information he needed before confronting the rest of the gang. But Vegeta only shook his head.

"I'm not very fond of your harpy, Kakarot. Besides, I have other business to attend to." Vegeta answered. He really didn't want to be in the same general area as the frying pan wielding woman.

Goku nodded his head before departing. "I guess I'll see you in a few more hours." And with that, he put two fingers to his forehead. "Don't do anything rash, okay." And then he vanished.

Vegeta sighed, the weight of the information he had gathered being very heavy and almost hard to deal with. So he decided to fly to the only place he knew he could think. The Capsule Corporation complex.

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Absolutely nothing had changed in the appearance of the C.C. building or its housing facility. It even had the same color grass outside the edifice. Not surprising though. But what was surprising was the one single light on in the house. Its dim yellow glow drew Vegeta toward the house even more, making him curious as to who would be up this early, or this late.

The dim light belonged to the kitchen, where a figure sat at the table, head in his or her hands. Vegeta almost immediately recognized the figure as Bulma, never being able to forget exactly how perfect she looked. And how perfect she did look that night.

She was still in her clothes from the previous day; he could tell. A coffee cup sat next to her, a tinge of pink lipstick on its rim. Her fingernails were painted red again.

Vegeta was curious as to why she was sitting up so early in the morning with her head in her hands. He stood at the window, longing to touch her soft, porcelain skin once more and then tell her that she should get some sleep. But his conscience held him back, knowing that she didn't know he'd returned. Yet.

As he was contemplating this, he noticed another figure walk into the room. He immediately recognized the figure as Yamcha and held back a growl when his arm touched her. Vegeta watched from the window as the pair spoke soft words and then began walking out of the room.

As Bulma was shutting off the kitchen light, she stared out the window, almost exactly into Vegeta's eyes as he stared right back. She thought for a second that he was truly there. But then she shook her head, telling herself that she was crazy and turned off the light.

"Sweet and pleasant dreams," Vegeta said to the retreating figure. And he waited for daybreak.

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