Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fallen for the Kill ❯ Epilogue ( Chapter 22 )

Fallen for the Kill

By: Hope_Poe26

Disclaimer: I don't own the lines of this song. It's from Def Leppard.

A/N: Finally!!!! I am so happy to get this over with. I really didn't expect to write it so long, but at least it wasn't as long as Truthfully yours. If you think I should write a sequel, email me or review. Frankly, any other story Pan/Vegeta that may come from this one may not appear, but if I get enough motivation.. maybe - just maybe - I'd write a sequel. It's been swell, guys.

/Here I am, I'm in the wrong bed again

It's a game I just can't win/

He felt like this was wrong. The girl lying beside him had green hair and it somehow reminded him of someone from his past, the past he could never seem to remember right. Something about wicked kool drinks or something like that. And everywhere he went, there was no record he'd ever been there. But he felt it in his skin, his bones, his head, his eyes and yet he could not remember what, why and how did he feel uncomfortable whenever a legend was told. Something that he was sure it was all a bunch of lies, but it rang true when he was drunk.

/Have you ever needed someone so bad, yeah

Have you ever wanted someone you just couldn't have/

He couldn't seem to think of something from the past for more than a minute before his mind ran away. It was like a big part of his existence was never there. It was like someone he had known and loved was there yet in his world that person wasn't even alive.

Just a dream some said. Others, they just looked at him as if he was from outer space. Then they'd just shake their heads and say behind his back, `there goes another loony on the street'.

One girl had even bothered to go and try to find out something about his past. And fear of the unknown never brought her back. So, he was enduring this mystery dream alone. Even if there was a girl lying next to him, his nights were so cold.

/Did you ever try so hard that your world just fell apart

Have you ever needed someone so bad/

He had no definite place to live and he had no particular trade. Yet, he always had the right kind of money in his pocket and no one ever threw him out of an inn because he'd make trouble.

He tried and tried and he couldn't keep up. The damn headaches always came back with a force that was both vengeful and regretful at the same time. As if they were forced by another individual far more stronger than he. But yet, he was in the same position to defend himself from any attacker. Could he? Could he do so? And, he was back to that infinite unknown longing that he couldn't figure out if it had been his past or not.

/And you're the girl I gotta have

I gotta have you baby, yeah/

So he kept his mouth shut now. He knew something now. He knew he yearned for a red headed beauty that had hurt him. But aside from that, there was nothing else he remembered.

/Every dream I dream is like

Some kinda rash 'n' reckless scene/

He dreamt about it. And had he not seek out some help from an hypnosis doctor, he'd never remembered her. Yet, she had no name and her eyes were always obscured from his view. All he knew was that he'd been madly in love with her and that she had red hair. But someone had had the gall to take her away from him. Someone who was extremely powerful. Someone who was also obscured from his view. And the headaches came back with a vengeance. Even as he lay there in that doctor's office, he tried so hard to remember the details, but they vanished as quickly as they came. And all he could hang onto was the minimal details of her red flaming hair.

/To give out such crazy love

You must be some kinda drug/

But as he stared back at the green haired girl lying beside him, he wondered if this life of his was a dream. If he were a dream, if because of this fateful un-requited love he was drugged or being drugged. And he feared deeply for his safety, but he hungered her the same. The same want, the same hunger everyday every night.

/And if my time don't ever come

For me you're still the one/

The doctor assured him he was real, that his life was real and that pills would assuage his migraines, yet they had yet to serve their purpose. And still he eagerly wanted - waited - to see her one day and bring her back to him.

/Damned if I don't, damned if I do

I gotta get a fix on you/

So he kept his mouth shut now. He knew something now. He would have her yet. Whoever she was, this red haired beauty that haunted his subconscious and made it impossible for him to go back.

/And you're the girl I gotta have

I gotta have you baby, yeah/

For how long he would try with his hardest whim to win over this impossible fight just to have her again. And he was very determined to win.

/It's a game I just can't win, oh/

"Are you going to come back to bed?" - she said.

And for a second he remembered something else. A woman with a serene looking face that made him promise never to forget her even if she died. Sort of like a déjà vu. He felt it in his heartbeat. The memory and how it slipped from his hands so quickly and so suddenly as it came to him.

/Have you ever wanted someone, you just couldn't have

Did you ever tried so hard, yeah/

And he'd abide his time for now and wish for his memory back and someday he'd have that red haired beauty by his side. And whoever tried to get her away from him would just have to die.

THE END.