Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Springs ❯ Chapter 25
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By: Severina 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 865 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 865 | Status: Completed
** = journal entries
~ = song lyrics
Chapter 25
**And that's how it ended. I never saw him again. It's been fifty long years since that day I watched him fade into the background of the planet but the wound is as fresh as it was all those years ago. I thought the pain would have faded, like the blue of my hair did, years ago. But it hasn't. The hardest part about the whole thing was that even though he was an asshole at the end, I still love him. How sick is that?
There is a part of me that thinks that if things had been different; we would have ended up together. I've always thought that if Vegeta had never defeated Frieza on Namek, if it had been Piccolo or Goku, then Vegeta would have had no reason to return to space. Maybe he would have come to earth with us. He would have escaped that world where his pride was his defense mechanism and he may have been able to let his guard down enough to become the man I know he is inside. Maybe in another life, in another time or another dimension, we would have been happy. We would have fallen asleep in each other's arms at night and listened to the sound of the other breathing. That's my idea of heaven.
I don't know how long it's taken me to write these journals. I felt that my story needed to be recorded somewhere. Someone will one day read my words and realize that Vegeta truly was a good man, somewhere very, very, very deep down. His life never allowed him to be the man he should have been. I still don't pity him. I understand him now. It's taken years. Sometimes, on nights like tonight when I can't sleep, I remember what it was like to be in his arms. I remember that walk we took under the stars the night of the feast at the capital. I remember the burning need for more than just a physical release the last time we were together. And in those vivid memories, I know he loved me. I know that he loves me still. Sometimes I can still feel his arms around me and his breath on my neck-**
The journal ended with a wobbly pen line. Trunks closed his eyes before closing the journal and placing it on the table with the other three volumes. She must have written it all in one night, the last night of her life. It had taken him two days to read it.
He stood and walked out onto his mother's balcony. The smell of spaghetti sauce hit his nose from the floor below. Teresa had been hard at work since the death of her mother-in-law, preparing food for the endless stream of mourners that were flocking to the Capsule Corp. compound. He knew that Gohan; Videl and their children and grandchildren were downstairs. They were probably talking to Goten and his wife, perhaps even their two teenage sons. His own children were down there as well. But he couldn't rejoin them just yet. He wasn't ready.
So she had really loved Vegeta. Reading her journal, Trunks knew that his parents' love had been real, even if his father's pride had ripped it apart. Maybe Bulma had been right. Maybe if Vegeta hadn't defeated Frieza his life would have been different. Trunks looked into the sky. A slow tear made its way down his cheek and glistened in the fading light of the sinking sun.
Capital City
A purple-skinned woman ran down the darkened hallway, her heels resounding off the arching ceilings. Her long black hair flew out behind her, and her brown tail was wound tightly around her waist. She shoved open the double doors to the emperor's chambers. The man sat upright in bed, his wife mumbling softly at the disturbance.
"It's father," she said bluntly. The man catapulted out of bed.
The two people ran down the halls to the chamber of their dying father. Guards stood by the door. The man, a caramel-skinned, slightly taller version of Vegeta swung the doors open with a force that almost blew them off the hinges. But they tried to bar the woman from entering.
"Let me in!" she cried, lashing out at the guards. And old green-skinned man stepped in front of her.
"You are not allowed in here."
"Let her in," said the caramel-skinned man.
"But Lord Vegeta, she's illegitimate! The daughter of a concubine!"
"Illegitimate or not, she is still the princess of the empire. Come on Katrina." The siblings entered the bedchamber softly. They could barely make out the figure lying in bed, his flame-like hair long since turned white with age. His breath was slow and ragged, each one taking him closer to death.
"He's been unconscious for hours. I doubt he'll ever wake up again," said the resident doctor as he monitored Vegeta's vital signs. The last full-blooded Saiyan let out a small moan. "There's nothing I can do." They all resigned themselves to wait by his side until he passed. The Saiyan thrashed weakly as if in some dream.
"Bulma..." he moaned softly, the word dying on his last breath.
"What does that mean?" young Vegeta asked his sister.
"I don't know..."
~Time casts it spell on you but you won't forget me~
~I know i could have loved you but you would not let me~
~I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you~
~You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you~
- "Silver Springs" by Fleetwood Mac
Author's Notes
Well, that's it. The end. Thanks to all of you who have read this story, it's meant a lot to me. You guys are great and I can never thank you enough.
I do have to put a few credits in here, the chapter titles weren't mine. They were all song titles so I better give credit to those people huh?
Wasteland - The Mission U.K.
Impulsive - Wilson Phillips
Honor - VNV Nation
Next to You - Wilson Phillips
Broken Home - Papa Roach
Keep the Faith - Bon Jovi
Because the Night - 10,000 Maniacs
Wicked Game - Chris Issac
Haunted - Poe
Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac
Anyway. Hope you all enjoyed the story!
Thanks again!
Severina
~ = song lyrics
Chapter 25
**And that's how it ended. I never saw him again. It's been fifty long years since that day I watched him fade into the background of the planet but the wound is as fresh as it was all those years ago. I thought the pain would have faded, like the blue of my hair did, years ago. But it hasn't. The hardest part about the whole thing was that even though he was an asshole at the end, I still love him. How sick is that?
There is a part of me that thinks that if things had been different; we would have ended up together. I've always thought that if Vegeta had never defeated Frieza on Namek, if it had been Piccolo or Goku, then Vegeta would have had no reason to return to space. Maybe he would have come to earth with us. He would have escaped that world where his pride was his defense mechanism and he may have been able to let his guard down enough to become the man I know he is inside. Maybe in another life, in another time or another dimension, we would have been happy. We would have fallen asleep in each other's arms at night and listened to the sound of the other breathing. That's my idea of heaven.
I don't know how long it's taken me to write these journals. I felt that my story needed to be recorded somewhere. Someone will one day read my words and realize that Vegeta truly was a good man, somewhere very, very, very deep down. His life never allowed him to be the man he should have been. I still don't pity him. I understand him now. It's taken years. Sometimes, on nights like tonight when I can't sleep, I remember what it was like to be in his arms. I remember that walk we took under the stars the night of the feast at the capital. I remember the burning need for more than just a physical release the last time we were together. And in those vivid memories, I know he loved me. I know that he loves me still. Sometimes I can still feel his arms around me and his breath on my neck-**
The journal ended with a wobbly pen line. Trunks closed his eyes before closing the journal and placing it on the table with the other three volumes. She must have written it all in one night, the last night of her life. It had taken him two days to read it.
He stood and walked out onto his mother's balcony. The smell of spaghetti sauce hit his nose from the floor below. Teresa had been hard at work since the death of her mother-in-law, preparing food for the endless stream of mourners that were flocking to the Capsule Corp. compound. He knew that Gohan; Videl and their children and grandchildren were downstairs. They were probably talking to Goten and his wife, perhaps even their two teenage sons. His own children were down there as well. But he couldn't rejoin them just yet. He wasn't ready.
So she had really loved Vegeta. Reading her journal, Trunks knew that his parents' love had been real, even if his father's pride had ripped it apart. Maybe Bulma had been right. Maybe if Vegeta hadn't defeated Frieza his life would have been different. Trunks looked into the sky. A slow tear made its way down his cheek and glistened in the fading light of the sinking sun.
Capital City
A purple-skinned woman ran down the darkened hallway, her heels resounding off the arching ceilings. Her long black hair flew out behind her, and her brown tail was wound tightly around her waist. She shoved open the double doors to the emperor's chambers. The man sat upright in bed, his wife mumbling softly at the disturbance.
"It's father," she said bluntly. The man catapulted out of bed.
The two people ran down the halls to the chamber of their dying father. Guards stood by the door. The man, a caramel-skinned, slightly taller version of Vegeta swung the doors open with a force that almost blew them off the hinges. But they tried to bar the woman from entering.
"Let me in!" she cried, lashing out at the guards. And old green-skinned man stepped in front of her.
"You are not allowed in here."
"Let her in," said the caramel-skinned man.
"But Lord Vegeta, she's illegitimate! The daughter of a concubine!"
"Illegitimate or not, she is still the princess of the empire. Come on Katrina." The siblings entered the bedchamber softly. They could barely make out the figure lying in bed, his flame-like hair long since turned white with age. His breath was slow and ragged, each one taking him closer to death.
"He's been unconscious for hours. I doubt he'll ever wake up again," said the resident doctor as he monitored Vegeta's vital signs. The last full-blooded Saiyan let out a small moan. "There's nothing I can do." They all resigned themselves to wait by his side until he passed. The Saiyan thrashed weakly as if in some dream.
"Bulma..." he moaned softly, the word dying on his last breath.
"What does that mean?" young Vegeta asked his sister.
"I don't know..."
~Time casts it spell on you but you won't forget me~
~I know i could have loved you but you would not let me~
~I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you~
~You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you~
- "Silver Springs" by Fleetwood Mac
Author's Notes
Well, that's it. The end. Thanks to all of you who have read this story, it's meant a lot to me. You guys are great and I can never thank you enough.
I do have to put a few credits in here, the chapter titles weren't mine. They were all song titles so I better give credit to those people huh?
Wasteland - The Mission U.K.
Impulsive - Wilson Phillips
Honor - VNV Nation
Next to You - Wilson Phillips
Broken Home - Papa Roach
Keep the Faith - Bon Jovi
Because the Night - 10,000 Maniacs
Wicked Game - Chris Issac
Haunted - Poe
Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac
Anyway. Hope you all enjoyed the story!
Thanks again!
Severina