Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Afflicted Past ( Chapter 74 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Fear and sorrow push you away from yourself.How can you face the world?When you can't face the mirror.How can you leave your past?With blood on your hands?Can you run away all your life?Can you escape your punishment?No matter how far you goThose days are right behind.The facade of your perfect life.Cannot hide your perfect past.There is no escape.

Hatebreed- Afflicted Past


No matter how different he felt, he knew there was still more inside that wasn’t fixed yet. But how to make it better? Vegeta stared up at the stars, looking directly where Vegeta-sei would have been if he had been stronger. Looking back all those years and how far since he has progressed in strength defeating Frieza wouldn’t even be a battle. It would be like fighting a child. That thought made a smirk come across his lips. He wish he could get that chance. To just come across Frieza, allow the lizard all the advantages, let him have a few wacks, and then when it was the least expected, smack him down and destroy his pride. Just like Frieza had done to him for so many years. How was he to make that anger leave? How to just let that go?

His father no longer lingered in his head. Vegeta understood now the reasons, though he still hated it. He didn’t care anymore. It was Frieza now that bothered his mind and interrupted his thoughts. He was angry for all the humiliations, for all the scars that would never heal, for being violated, and for being forced to destroy millions. And it was Frieza’s fault that when he died, he would go straight to hell. Sure he’s considered a good guy according to the dragon. But that didn’t mean he still didn’t have to pay. Right?

Now that he had a peace of mind, Vegeta didn’t feel like he deserved it. He forced himself to think about all the horrible things that he has done. He woke up in the middle of the night just to make himself to picture all the horrible faces that screamed in terror. Having a good night sleep wasn’t allowed, no matter how good it felt. It wasn’t right.

Vegeta paced the balcony. Yes, it was. He has paid for his sins ten times over. Why can’t he just let it go?

Because...what else in his life could he think about? He has been beating himself up for more then thirty years and then all of a sudden, he’s just suppose to stop?

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Bulma was surprised when Vegeta asked to come back to see Dr. Nine again. She sat on the couch staring at Vegeta who gazed out of the window. His hair grew back only after two weeks. And what a wonderful two weeks. Vegeta slept so peacefully and well into the morning. He stopped working so hard in the GR and would take naps and watch TV. He even was found in the lab at her jobsite, tinkering with some toys, figuring out how they work, learning, and not yelling at the staff if they came too close. That thought made her smile. Maybe he would get a job. And that thought made her burst out laughing, but she was quick to pull it back in when Vegeta turned to her with wide eyes. She apologized to Dr. Nine who looked at her skeptically. She took up a magazine and buried her face inside of it to hide her embarrassment.

“Vegeta. Why are we here?”

Vegeta shook his head and paced, then stopped again and continued to stare out the window. “I want to go back into space.”

Bulma dropped her magazine and gawked at him. But he was mindless of it.

“Why?” The doctor asked.

“To see, if I have really been forgotten.”

“What does it matter?”

“It’s been twenty years since I heard fear in someone’s voice when they said my name. I need to know if it will still happen.”

Bulma stood with rage, “To feel powerful! Is that it! It’s power trip! No pun intended. That’s exactly what it is.”

“Bulma.” The doctor directed her back to her sit and she sat with a huff. After a moment Nine questioned, “Is that the reason?” Vegeta shook his head. “Then what?”

“I’m suppose to forget. To live this life. That’s what my father said, in a dream. But I cannot forget.”

“We’ve been through this, Vegeta” Nine stated. “You deserve it. You’ve been punished--”

“They do not know that.”

“Who’s they?”

Vegeta shook his head and passed, then stalled suddenly. “The people that were unlucky to be killed. The ones that still grieve.”

“But it wasn’t your fault. It was Frieza.”
Vegeta got angry, “They do not know that. They only know, I was a killer. They only know to fear me. They only want to hate me for everything. How am I to forget when millions still curse my name.”

Bulma stood, “This is-”

“A good idea.”

“What!” Bulma screamed to the doctor.

Nine sat calmly with a sigh. “Bulma. It will help him. If he can realize that it’s okay to live a normal, non-suffering life, then this is what he needs to do. Facing the hostility, will help him grow.”

“No. No. I’m sorry, he does not need to go, stirring up shit with people that want to kill him. All that will happen, Vegeta, is that you will kill more, in order to save yourself. They haven’t forgotten, Vegeta. No one would be able to forget it. And they want you to suffer. But they don’t decide your fate.” Vegeta turned to face her upon hearing her voice start to quiver. And the tears slowly began to form. “The gods have already forgiven you. That’s all you need to worry about. You are going heaven, everything’s fine now. You don’t need leave.” She wiped her tears away and Dr. Nine decided he would let them alone and left quietly. Vegeta stepped up to her and she gazed at him with such sad eyes. “You’ve already made up your mind.” He nodded. “And you thought coming here, it would be easier to tell me.” He nodded again. She covered her eyes. “How long?”

“Months. A year at most.”

“I haven’t been away from you that long in ten years. How am I to live with this?”

“Like you’ve done before.”

“I’m not as young as I was. I don’t adapt to things as good as I once did.”

“You’ll manage.”

“What am I going to tell the kids?”

“Bra is getting older. She will understand. I plan on taking Trunks. I want him to see.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“I have to.”

“No you don’t. What if something bad happens?”

“Trunks will always be safe. He will sent for help.”

“You’ve thought this through.” Bulma looked at him and could help her little smile though it was filled with sadness. “Alright. When do you want to leave?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

“Okay. Okay. Just...don’t come near me.” Bulma left the room with a slam of the door. Vegeta sighed heavily.

Author Note: I have no idea what I’m doing here. I just started to write a eulogy because a reader suggested it and this is what I came up with. If you think this is an okay I idea, let me no. If you think the last chapter should be the end then I will end it. Just let me know. Thanks.