Online: 3 members, 48 guests
Beliefs - Chapter 1
Beliefs
by Kichi
Profile • Send Private Msg • Artwork • Writing • Comics • Email • Website • AIM
Libraries: Angst, Dragon Ball Z, One Shots
Published on Sep 19, 2004 10:38 am / 1 Chapter(s) / 9 Review(s)
Updated on Sep 19, 2004 10:38 am
a sad one, Vegeta realizes that one day Bulma will die and they will not meet in the afterlife
Chapters
Write a Review
Report to Moderators
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
TITLE: Beliefs
AUTHOR: Kichi
PAIRING (if applicable): none
RATING: R for dark themes
WARNINGS: angst
NOTES: challenge 24 [Beliefs] 0-DBZ-Fanfiction@yahoogroups.com
ARCHIVE: www.geocities.com/kichisama666/drabble.html
SUMMARY: A belief of life and death
Once she's dead that's it. I'll never see her again. Even if hell is just
something just made up. Wherever she goes when she dies, I will not be going
there. And for as long as I could remember, It never bothered me. But now it
does. The thought that even when I die, I'll still never see her again… It affects
me in a way I never imagined. The pain is nearly unbearable. The regret is
staggering. The guilt is incomprehensible.
The other day I realized this when I saw her lying in bed. She looked so
beautiful there, I felt like a knife had split my heart in two as I stared at her. I lay
down next to her and pulled her close, and the realization hit me like a wave. My
throat tightened and my eyes burned. I held her as close as I could and
suddenly she woke.
"Shh… it's ok." She whispered slowly rubbing my back, and I wasn't sure
why at first, but then I realized that I had been crying harder than the day I died.
Hiccupping gasps were coming from me, and she tried to tilt my face toward
hers, but I couldn't move. I held her for dear life, my head pillowed on her
shoulder, as if she would be snatched away then and there.
And one day she will.
Forever.
AUTHOR: Kichi
PAIRING (if applicable): none
RATING: R for dark themes
WARNINGS: angst
NOTES: challenge 24 [Beliefs] 0-DBZ-Fanfiction@yahoogroups.com
ARCHIVE: www.geocities.com/kichisama666/drabble.html
SUMMARY: A belief of life and death
Once she's dead that's it. I'll never see her again. Even if hell is just
something just made up. Wherever she goes when she dies, I will not be going
there. And for as long as I could remember, It never bothered me. But now it
does. The thought that even when I die, I'll still never see her again… It affects
me in a way I never imagined. The pain is nearly unbearable. The regret is
staggering. The guilt is incomprehensible.
The other day I realized this when I saw her lying in bed. She looked so
beautiful there, I felt like a knife had split my heart in two as I stared at her. I lay
down next to her and pulled her close, and the realization hit me like a wave. My
throat tightened and my eyes burned. I held her as close as I could and
suddenly she woke.
"Shh… it's ok." She whispered slowly rubbing my back, and I wasn't sure
why at first, but then I realized that I had been crying harder than the day I died.
Hiccupping gasps were coming from me, and she tried to tilt my face toward
hers, but I couldn't move. I held her for dear life, my head pillowed on her
shoulder, as if she would be snatched away then and there.
And one day she will.
Forever.
