Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Something Extraordinary ❯ The End ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Something Extraordinary

Author: Killarri

Email: Killarri@yahoo.com

Rating: R

Summary: My fic set in those mysterious three years. This is my idea on how it happened. I'm trying to keep away from all the over used plots.

Warnings: Bad language, some violence, and lemon later on

Disclaimer: IOU one pathetic attempt at a cute disclaimer. It's fairly obvious; I don't own DBZ so don't sue me.

AN: There will be no (or at least mild) Yamcha bashing. He will not cheat on Bulma or hit her or anything like that. He may be an idiot but he wouldn't do that. Dr. and Mrs. Briefs will not disappear for months on end. The Gravity Chamber will not blow up like 5 million times. I may do it once because it does happen once in the show, but if I do, I will not just use the same dialogue as the show. I will try to keep Vegeta in character, but he is extremely hard to write. This is my first attempt at a non-AU story so I might screw up.

Something Extraordinary

Chapter One: The End

I can do this. I sigh and stare at the phone hanging on the wall. Moments later, I'm nervously pacing the length of the kitchen floor pausing every few moments to glare at the white phone just hanging there. I need to do this. I've been agonizing over this decision for months; overanalyzing every argument, every smile, and every gesture. And I've drawn one conclusion.

I don't love Yamcha anymore.

I have to end the relationship.

I'm going to break his heart. I groan and flop into a chair at the kitchen table. I don't want to hurt him. Kami knows I love him, just not that way. I love him as a friend, as a brother. I feel the same way for him now that I feel for Son-kun. Non romantic love.

I used to romantically love him at one point. We wouldn't have stayed together for ten years if I hadn't. But, somewhere along the way, our relationship just kind of died and fizzled out. It went stagnant. I ran out of things to say to him. We couldn't carry a descent conversation anymore. All of our conversations now revolve around either baseball or my current houseguest.

There is another problem worth mentioning. Vegeta. I don't know how someone as rude as he is ends up as the star in my dreams at night. I can't stand him. I loathe him. And every night I dream about him. What the hell is wrong with me? I tell myself every morning that it means nothing. But why don't I dream about Yamcha? Or anyone besides the cold, arrogant, asshole Saiyan Prince? Why is it always Vegeta?

I stand again, and go back to the phone, this time actually picking it up off of its cradle. I listen to the dial tone for a moment before a shaky hand moves to press in the numbers I've dialed millions of times before.

It rings twice before a breathless but cheerful voice asks, "Hello?"

I take a deep breath. "Hey, Yamcha."

"Hey, babe." He sounds really happy to hear from me and my stomach clenches. He won't be happy for long. "What's up?"

"Is there anyway you can meet me somewhere?"

A slight pause. "Uh, sure."

"How about the park?"

"Ok," he sounds concerned. "I'll be there in about fifteen."

"Ok. Bye."

"Later."

Sighing, yet again, I replace the phone and run to grab my jacket. The park is only a few blocks away but it's autumn so the air is a bit chilly. I shrug into the denim material and walk quickly out the door and my feet automatically carry me the three blocks.

It's around one o'clock in the after noon now, and the park's pretty deserted. Kids are still in school so the few kids here with their parents are all toddlers. I sit on a stone bench and wonder where it all fell apart.

It must've been Namek. Going to Namek changed me. Even though I went on dragon ball hunts when I was younger, I've never had to survive without the help of my friends. When I got into trouble in the past, one of my friends was always there bailing me out.

But Namek was different.

Sure Krillin and Gohan were there with me, but they had their own problems to deal with so I was left alone pretty much all the time. The first few days, it was just boring. Left alone, I tore anything electrical apart and put it back together just for something to do. I tried to get the TV to work, but it wasn't surprising to get no signal.

But then life on Namek went from absolute boredom to absolute terror. Vegeta scared the living shit out of me and demanded our dragon ball. Then he threw ki blasts at me and Krillin when he was fighting that blue guy, Zarbon. I had my body stolen by a frog whom I later found out was Captain Ginyu. The planet started falling apart around me. I was helpless. I don't know how to fly. I almost died, several times!

And that experience changed me.

I'm not the spoiled heir to Capsule Corporation anymore. I'm not Daddy's Princess. I'm mature now. I'm tougher than I used to be. I don't let the petty stuff get me down, with the exception of Vegeta but he just grates on my nerves period.

The excitement is gone. I don't get butterflies in my stomach when I see Yamcha anymore. I don't feel weak in the knees. He's too whiny. Too wimpy. He cowers from me when I'm mad. I'm like one of the weakest beings on the planet and he just agrees with everything I say for the sake of avoiding conflict.

Kami, it almost sounds like I want someone like Vegeta.

There's an epiphany behind that thought, and if I dig deeper I could surely find it. But I don't want to find it. I'm already not happy with the track my thoughts are taking. It's bad enough that I dream about him.

The breeze picks up and blows all the brown leaves around. Distantly, I can hear small children laughing but it's all tuned out by the gears turning in my mind. I sigh. I just want to get this over with.

With that thought, Yamcha finally makes his appearance and he smiles before sweeping me up into a hug. I embrace him awkwardly but he doesn't notice. Still smiling, he sits next to me.

Kami, I wish I didn't have to hurt him. But it's now or never.

"We need to talk." I state flatly. He loses his smile, but nods for me to continue. I take a deep breath and say softly, "I don't think we should see each other anymore."

His eyes widen and his jaw drops. He gapes in disbelief for a moment. As tears begin to glisten in his eyes, he asks, "Why?"

"I don't love you like that anymore. I love you as a good friend, but not romantically."

He stands and runs his hand through his black hair furiously. "But Bulma" he protests until I cut him off.

"I'm sorry, Yamcha." I say sincerely. "I don't really know how or when it happened but somewhere along the way my feelings changed. I didn't want to hurt you but I also can't continue the relationship. It would've hurt more in the long run."

"Is it because of Vegeta?"

"No!" I exclaim in anger. More than half of my anger is because it's true though not in the way that he thinks. "There is nothing between Vegeta and me besides extreme dislike."

He nods and turns his back to me. We sat there for a few minutes in silence, as a sort of mourning period for the relationship. Ten years is a long time and there needed to be some moment to recognize that. Abruptly, he turns around and though he is sad, I think he knows that this was for the best.

"So this is it then?"

"Yeah." I stand up and hug him. "I still want to be friends, okay?"

"Okay." He sighs and takes off into the sky quickly.

I stare after his retreating form until I can't see him anymore and then I lazily return to my perch on the stone bench.

I'm glad that's over with. And he took it better than I thought he would. I'm sure deep down he saw it coming too. It was the right decision.

I stand and head back home to begin my new life as a single woman. Tonight there are no big plans. Just me, a bubble bath, and my newest novel. That sounds good.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I hate this planet.

I should've never set foot on this fucking planet. My life has turned to shit since that day. Of course my life sucked before that, but that isn't the point. The point is that since that day, I've been beaten by a third class nobody who happened to achieve the legendary golden fleece of our race and who happened to defeat the being that destroyed my planet and made my life hell. I died at the hands of that same being but before I died, I spilled my guts out to that same idiotic third class nobody and cried in front of him.

Humiliated myself to be blunt.

And then, if my humiliation wasn't complete, I was wished back to live and transported back to this miserable fucking planet where I am now stuck. I will not leave while Kakarott still lives. Only after I kill him will I leave or blast the stupid planet. So I live with that annoying blue haired woman and her equally annoying parents and I train. Non-stop. It's bad enough a third class is a Super Saiyan before I am, but now there's some teenage brat too.

Why is it that they can achieve it and I can't? I'm the one with royal blood in my veins! I was foretold to be the Legendary, damnit! And none of it matters. Why Kakarott? What is it about that simpleton that makes him so goddamn strong? So goddamn unbeatable?

Is it because he feels? Because he cares for the pathetic inhabitants of this planet? That would be irony at its worst. To be unable to achieve the pinnacle of power because of what I've always been taught. Friends are weaknesses. Allies are weaknesses. Feelings cause weakness, and the only feeling a Saiyan warrior is allowed to have is rage.

Ah, yes, bitter irony.

To be crippled because I can't feel. I can't care. I've never cared for anyone or anything since I was given to Frieza. It was hard enough to survive being in Frieza's army, I couldn't have been bothered to worry about someone else's safety.

The sound of my stomach rumbling breaks my meditative state, and I stand stretching. I turn off the gravity and as soon as the lighting returns to normal and the engines die down, I exit the machine. Reaching out with my senses, I scan the grounds for life and discover that only the blue-haired woman is home. Damn. She can't cook very well.

The house is quiet surprisingly. The woman is one of the loudest people I've ever met. She's probably upstairs in her room, so I walk to the stairs and bellow, "Woman!"

Silence. No annoyed screams, no loud cursing. Most unlike the woman. Half curious and the other half annoyed, I grumble and walk up the steps and pause in front of her closed door.

"Woman!"

Still no sound. I open the door and glance around the room. Blue. The walls are painted a royal blue, the bedspread a pale sky blue, and the drapes are a turquoise color. The walls are covered in framed pictures of her family and friends and there is a mahogany bookshelf filled with large hardbacks and a matching mahogany desk cluttered with paper and blueprints.

No sign of the woman. Walking into the middle of the room, I notice the door to her adjoining bathroom is slightly open so I walk up to it and peak into the room.

Like some kind of sea nymph, there she is. Lying in a bathtub full of bubbles, her hair is wet and strands stick to her face. Her eyes are closed and it looks like she's asleep. Though the bubbles cover all of her important places, I can still see a long leg that is on lying outstretched across the rim of the tub.

I acknowledged the woman's beauty on Namek. But gorgeous isn't the word for her. Stunning might be better. Or goddess. But all I know is that she is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.

As if sensing my presence, her cerulean eyes slowly flutter open and meet mine. She smiles for a second before realizing exactly where she is and her eyes fly open and she screeches, "Get out!" Her arms fly to cover herself and her face blushes a bright crimson.

Smirking in amusement, I cross my arms over my chest and snort. "Like I'd want to see your hideous body."

Her eyes narrow into little slits and in her angers, she stands in the tub screaming obscenities at me. I don't notice what she's spewing out of her venomous mouth as my eyes roam her exposed form. Goddess. She's definitely a goddess. With creamy white skin, long legs, and curves in all the right places, she truly is exquisite. Feeling a tightening in my shorts, I spin around and hope that she didn't notice.

Behind me I hear some splashing and moments later the sound of the water trickling down the drain, so I assume she's out of the bath tub. Without sparing her a glance, I call over my shoulder, "I'm hungry, Woman."

"You mean you barged in on me just for dinner?!"

I roll my eyes. "That's what I said, isn't it?"

Silence, then an enraged yell, "Get it yourself!"

I spin around to face the insolent woman and was relived to see her covered with a white bath robe. "I do not get food myself!" I spat though it wasn't true. I am capable of cooking for myself but it's so much more fun to make her do it for me. "Such tasks are beneath me."

"ARGH!" She stomps over to me and pokes my chest with one manicured nail. "You are such an inconsiderate asshole!" She stomps over to the door and opens it. "I'll get your food for you, your highness. Now get out so I can get dressed."

Smirking triumphantly, I exit her room and head to my own for a shower before dinner. Unfortunately, it will have to be a cold one since I'm still painfully aroused.

Damn that woman.

AN: So what do you guys think? I'll try to get the next chapter up by this weekend. Please press that lovely little button that says review! Let me know what you think. All forms of constructive criticism are welcomed!