Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Coming of Age ❯ Chapter 10

Back with another Chapter… I swear this is getting so difficult to write. Thanks so much to JammieDodgerx, Nikki-4 and NiceNipps for reviewing last time.

 

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Chapter 10…

 

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She leant back on the grass, savouring the breeze gently caressing her face.

 

It was hot. Really hot; in the towns and cities you could almost see the heat radiating off of the concrete pavements.

 

Her eyes shut in peace, her body relaxed. She took a deep, cleansing breath then exhaled softly and slowly through her nose. It wasn't often she enjoyed these quiet moments to herself, when all her usual thoughts dispelled themselves and she could just enjoy… well, being.

 

It wasn't as though these moments were a rarity - she'd had a fair amount of time to herself in the past week.

 

“Only a week since the party…” She murmured to herself, digging her fingers into the lush, green grass serving as her seat.

 

She looked up into the sky, watching the passing clouds intently. She remember when she was much younger, when she would lie flat on her back with her companions, trying to see shapes and objects in the clouds.

 

“Hey! Look, look! I see Shenlong, look! Over there!”

 

Krillin jumped to his feet and started waving his arms animatedly at an indistinguishable blob of fluffy white in the sky. “Can't you see it guys?”

 

The group started laughing and Krillin's wide smile turned upside down. He crossed his arms over his chest in defeat.

 

“Well… I could see it…”

 

A smile played over her lips. She sure did miss those carefree days. Obviously, being older did have its benefits - she was stronger, wiser. She did miss the sense of adventure though. There always seemed to be something happening back then; going into space, facing unspeakable demons. Yep, those were the days!

 

The smile soon faded as other thoughts took over; almost as though rain clouds had swept through her brain, extinguishing the gleaming summer sun.

 

She started to tap her collarbone lightly with her index finger, pondering the events of the last few days. It had been a bit of a rollercoaster ride, that's for sure.

 

She wasn't certain of anything - it was as though every shred of reality, even general normality had been painstakingly torn away from her, tiny piece by piece. She bit down on her bottom lip in an attempt to bring her thoughts together - to concentrate more.

 

No such luck.

She sat in silence for what seemed like en eternity. She saw no-one, which was something of a surprise. She was used to interruptions, regardless of the time or place. The vivacious chirping of the birds was coming to a close and she looked up again to see the sun starting to fade into the horizon, casting a beautiful spell of vermilion and terracotta over the once pearlescent blue sky.

 

“Red sky at night, shepherd's delight.” She spoke to no-one in particular and let out a small chuckle at the age-old saying she could remember her parents using on more than on occasion. Some habits die hard.

 

Why was she laughing? There were more pressing, serious matters that needed to be attended to - like sorting her head out.

 

She despised it when her emotions took hold - seeping into every orifice of her brain, clouding her judgement and her ability to see the wider picture; but just what was the wider picture?

 

Footsteps were heard behind her. Who was going to disturb her peace? She turned her head quickly in order to glare at the perpetrator.

 

“I'm sorry Miss; the park is closing now, its dusk as you can see.”

 

She nodded her head and got to her feet, shaking the blades of grass that had stuck to her legs off in precise, swift movements. She took a slow walk through the ornate, iron gates back into the reality of civilisation.

 

The city was cooler now, with the setting sun giving the buildings an attractive glow - bright like the embers of a fire. She walked up the high street, taking in her surroundings in great detail. The cafés, bars and restaurants were all alive with young professionals savouring their freedom for the weekend. She watched a couple smile as they greeted each other, indulging in a long embrace and a kiss on the lips. Why couldn't she have that?

 

She stopped at a quaint, family run café on the corner between the high street and the railway station and decided to sit for a while longer before heading home. They'd be wondering where she'd got, seeing as she'd been out all day already.

 

She ordered from the counter inside then went and sat at one of the patio-style tables on the street, savouring the last of the sun's rays and enjoying the gentle, illuminating glow of the candle in front of her. There was also a small vase on the table, housing a single white daisy. She gently took the bud in her hands and studied it intently.

 

“One iced tea with lemon.”

 

The waiter sat the drink down gently on the table, along with her bill on a delicate silver tray.

 

She sat back in her chair, taking a sip of her drink, watching the world seemingly fly past her. Her hand reached down to the hem of her red top and started to play with the fabric absent-mindedly, the other ran through her hair.

 

Finishing her beverage, she left her money on the silver tray and started on her walk again.

 

She took another deep breath, exhaling as slowly and as softly as the last time. Too many thoughts were running through her head, too many scenarios, and too many possible outcomes.

 

She could still see him now; the way he held her, the look in his eyes that she had never seen before, the closeness of their bodies.

“How could I let you go now?”

 

The words echoed in her head like a record skipping, no respite at all.

 

She remembered the moment so clearly; every time she shut her eyes she could see his face as her gently spoke those words, the words she had been longing to hear.

 

Then, she also remembered turning away as quick as she possibly could, escaping through the door before anyone could apprehend her, she could still hear the startled gasps that came from with the Gravity Chamber.

 

Those events were all certain.

 

“How could I let you go now?”

 

The words spun around in her head, pounding against the backs of her eyes, sending her thoughts and emotions full circle. Tears started to stream down her pale cheeks, her blue eyes glistening from the moisture. People stopped to turn and stare at the distraught woman, walking quickly down the street. Her walk turned into a run until she reached a quiet corner of the city centre.

 

She slumped against a wall, holding her head in her hands, those seven words still dancing around in his mind. She could hear his voice as if he was whispering in her ear.

 

“Why?” She cried, pulling at her pale blue hair.

 

“Why, Vegeta?” She choked back a heartbreaking sob. “Why wasn't it ME?!”

 

 

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