DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own DBZ or the lyrics to "Black" by Pearl Jam (it's a darn good song though!)
P.S. I realize I have a tendency of inserting song lyrics into my stories: I think they give the reader more of an idea of what the character(s) is/are going through. Eh heh... XD
Ah HA! I'm back! You all requested for a sequel, and so that's what you're going to get!
Vegetafanfic1: Thanks so much for your review! I'm very pleased to hear you and your sis enjoyed it!
Trunksmybaby: Hello there! I am thrilled as well that you enjoyed my fanfic (as well as the others!) too and took the time out also to review and send me comments. Let's hope you like this one too!
To everyone else: Here you go everyone! Sit back, grab some popcorn and relax. It's time for a new adventure with our favorite couples! (gleams) Toodles!
(1 week later...)
The store was dark aside from the florescent lighting,and neon signs were strewn up among the hanging advertisements and sales signs, all which were lined up on the concrete walls. Scanning around from stereo system to stereo system for his vehicle, the young man eyed each price carefully as well as the accessoriesthat came witheach: he did not like being ripped of his money. Squatting downto lower shelf, he examined a new product by Sony, resulting in dissatisfaction yet again. Standing up, he shook his head to himself. Nothing seemed good enough to satisfy him. At least nothing superficial. Running a hand through his tall, deep brownhair that defied gravity, he lifted his chin high and headed out the store. Even without thanking the the customer assistant for his time! Hopping into his SUV and starting the engine, he sat for a second, thinking to himself about what happened one week ago. That night when him and his buddies ran into three beautiful girls. They had enjoyed a great time together, but hell, he'd never admit it. He thought about the ceruean-haired girl, and how she always bothered him, but made him excited at the same time. Even his exes didn't stir up such emotion in him before; they were all too much of skanks for him to deal with. Smirking, he livened up the engine, and headed on home. As he drove along, the city's afternoon sun bounced off of his vehicle's mirrors and windows, casting bright glares into hiseyes. Squinting and reaching for his sunglasses, which hung from his shirt's collar, the arrogant boy continued driving.
Hey...oooh.
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
After about 15 minutes, he pulled into the parking lot of a local deli, one that was situated close to his home. He needed something to pass him over from lunch to dinner-- Why not something healthy from a food stophe loved duringhis childhood? The owner had passed away recently, his middle-aged son taking over. Walking into the store, the stunning and gorgeous man of 23 walked over to the cashier and ordered the Yoshimata Special, with a side of spring rolls and a large bottle of iced tea to go. The hot tea would have to wait for later... Heading back to his vehicle, he got in and drove to a secretivespot near his neighborhood's park and recreational area. Observing the children as he walked by made him grimace in the face. They irritated him for some reason unknown, so he picked up his pace. Resting under one of the trees, he sat down and took in the view where the city and the countryside met. It didn't bother him inside that he lived alone. What did bother him, though,was that he had always been alone. Never, ever had his family been there for him, if they weren't dead already. Living that way after quite some time, one got used to it. But his stubborn self felt more lonely than ever; he wasn't sure, but he thought he knew why. 'It's that damn onna,' he thought to himself. Finishing his meal, he just sat there in the quietness of the park's edge. It's strange what another living being (or beings) can do to another...
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything ...
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything.
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be...yeah...
Gathering his trash, Vegeta rose to standing position and began to walk to the closest trash can. Anger and sadness rose up inside of his soul as he began throwing his trash into the reciprocal, each piece being thrusted in more violently and carelessly then the last. Realizing how he was acting, he glanced up and eyed the children, all who were eyeing him nervously. Sneering, he started quickly walking to his SUV, away from the children as well as his place for peace.
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh.
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine?...
He rushed into his car, slamming the door behind him. He trembled as he realized the view he saw: Tokyo. And he saw her large estate, from a mile away at that. His anger subsided a small bit, calming him down. Just the thought of her cheered him up. He missed her so much, and it had only been a week.Yet that rediculously love-struck Kakarott wasn't going to pry it out of him, at least he hoped not! It's amazing what that "idiot" is capable of. He stared into the distance, his eyes glazing over as he stared with comfort at her home.
Then suddenly...
"JUMP!...BOUNCE!...DOWN!...UP!"
His cell phone started going off! His System of a Down ringtone was more like an alarm to him than a ringtone, but he really could care less... it was a good song!
He looked at the caller ID, and grumbled as he saw one of his best friends in the photo: Tall, wild, and out-of-placed spiked hair took up most of the photo as Goku gave a piece sign with his hand scratching the back of his head.
"Kakarott, what do you want?"
"Hey Vegeta! Now listen, before you say anything--"
"What is it!"
"Are you available Friday night?"
"Are you asking me out!"
"Well, you see--"
"BAKA OMAE DESU!"
"Vegeta!... that hurt!" Hearing Vegeta grumbling, he continued. "Well, you see, ChiChi called me! Can you believe it?"
"Unfortunately, I can."
"Well, she wanted to get her friends, you, me, and Krillin back together for another night of hanging out!"
"You want ME to hang out with those girly girls and that--"
"Oh, pleaseee Vegeeettaaaaa! Please! Vegetaaaa--"
"FINE! Just quit your whining!"
"...Vegeta?"
"What is it now?" he replied in annoyance.
"Are you available for the weekend?"
(There was silence.)
"Vege--"
"Why?"
"Uhh..." Goku started getting nervous. Even though he was used to veggie-head's temper, it still shook him at times. "Well, they're-kinda-going-away-to-her-aunt's-lakehouse-for-the-weekend-and-wanted-us-to-come," Goku finished in a speedy manner.
"NANI? Are you serious!" Vegeta fell backwards after hearing Goku's explanation.
"Well?... You there Vegeta? Hello?"
(A bit more silence.)
"Uh.. You still--"
"I'll think about it."
"Great! I'll tell ChiChi! Be over here at 7, that's in themorning, not the evening,on Friday!"
"Hey! I never said I'd g--" The phone was disconnected. Goku had hung up on him! 'Why that little...!" Vegeta, still astonished and boiling, pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.
(Friday morning... Goku's house...6:50 a.m.)
"Hey Goku! You sure Vegeta's coming?"
"Of course! He wouldn't pass up a chance to see Bulma again! He totally has the hots for--"
"I dare you to finish your statement, you low-down, schemeing, son-of-a---"
"VEGETA! You made it!" Goku ran over and squeezed the man with the flaming hair tightly. Eyes wide-opened in shock, Vegeta slowly moved his gaze from straight ahead to Goku's head, who he eyed with that "look." Krillin backed away as Goku let go, gulping anxiously.
"I see you're packed too! Awesome! Let's head over now," Goku proclaimed as he grabbed his bags and rushed out the doors toward his small, blue with orange decoration, Ford pick-up.
Krillin chuckled a little, receiving a glare from Vegeta as they both turned to join Goku.
Then off they were! Thesky wasgrowing more and more brighteras they approached ChiChi's neighborhood.
(At ChiChi's...)
"Ok girls? Everything is completely packed on my bepart. You two good to go?"
Both 18 and Bulma nodded excitedly as the piled their bags near the front door. Suddenly, they heard some crunching and brakes hissing outside.
"They're here!"
"Oh my Kami! Oh my Kami!"
"Would you calm down!"
"Sorry! I just can't believe we're gonna see them again! I've thought about that man everyday for the past--"
(the door opens)
"HEY GUYS!"
He he he!
Hey everyone! PriscillaChan here! Hope you're all enjoying the story so far! I know the story started off a little sad, with Vegeta feeling lonely and all. But no to worry! Things are about to cheer up for everyone, so keep on the look out for more updates! Until we meet again,
PriscillaChan. Peace out!