Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten Tears ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Forgotten Tears

 

 

By: Vegeta's Mate

 

 

Disclaimer: Don't own so you can't sue. :P

 

 

A/N: This fic was inspired by an icon that one of the peeps in the kaka_x_vege lj community posted called "Forgotten Tears". I can't remember who made it but I know I "borrowed" it for my lj. Hope you enjoy this angsty little one-shot.

 

 

 

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They only ever saw the laughing idiot that I showed them, they never looked beneath the surface of those shallow smiles and forced laughs. Why would they? Son Goku would never lose his 'happy-go-lucky' attitude! He's too clueless, oblivious, childish and stupid. Who cares that he can not even look at his own wife with out feeling like a failure and a scum-bag?

 

Why should they?

 

I haven't done anything particularly intelligent in my life, and I don't doubt that when the next chance for me to prove that I am not the moron they laugh at; I will fail and prove them right...again.

 

At one time they were right about me; I was the laughing idiot, the senseless fool, the starving savior...but no more. When I died at Cell's hands I changed, I became a more enlightened being. No, I will not claim to be a genius like Bulma, a brilliant strategist like Vegeta or even a scholar like Gohan, but I did learn a few things. Ten years is a long time to be surrounded by beings much smarter than myself without having to worry about when the next terrible threat is going to destroy my home. To say the least, I grew up a bit.

 

Death is not all about lazing around or fighting in a tournament or suffing my face. Pikan was my mentor as much as he was my friend. He taught me things that I never could quite grasp before, he taught me to think with more than just my stomach or my fighting instincts and with his help I became more of a man.

 

Ubuu was the only one who didn't remember me as 'the idiot' and he could accept that I needed time to be alone; like now. I was surrounded by natures glory but I couldn't bask in it as I have done in the past. My mind is full of the times I have disappointed my friends and family, the chances I didn't take and the things I didn't learn until too late.

 

My wife wants the 'perfect husband' who has a nine to five job instead of strength and power, my sons want a father to guide them in to manhood, and Vegeta wants a loyal friend and fellow Saiyajinn who can connect with him in ways that are foreign to the human race, but none of them want me. The person I am, not the goofy savior who comes to their rescue when times are too tough for them to handle.

 

There are times when I just want to forget all of the people I have let down and start a new life away from their impossible demands and there are times, like now, when I just sit and stare at the setting sun and allow my body to expel it's only form relief...tears.

 

Son Goku doesn't cry, but the broken man who lives in this body does. My tears are for the ideas that I can not express, the father and husband that I can not be, the compatriot that lives in this body but can never reveal himself and the friend that can never be himself with the ones that love him.

 

I sit alone with the pain and cry tears that are forgotten before they roll down my face.

 

 

 

 

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So I hope that you liked this 'quickie'

 

Let me know!

 

Love ya!

 

V.M.