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To Be Forever Young


Vegita looked out the seemingly empty window. It had taken him quite a while to move his head sideways, just to stare out the window next to the
king-size bed. The room was sad and gloomy, the light blue walls, which usually made Vegita's dark heart lighter, and cheerful, even those walls
couldn't lift his spirits. He hadn't eaten for several days, time was passing slowly, so slowly.
The gentle breeze picked up, blowing brown and yellow leaves around in the twirling air. A bird sat on the branch that hung just below the window.
It curled closer to its mate, who was already pressed up again the tree in a final attempt to keep warm. With another gust of the sharp, cold wind,
both birds went tumbling through the open window, landing hard on the carpeted floor. One of the birds let a final sharp, eerie scream, and then, in
one simple wish, life was taken away from the little body.
The other bird, unharmed, sat staring down at its mate, tears seemingly ran down its beak, even though birds have no idea what feelings are, the
small bird was still heartbroken, as Vegita was several days ago. Time was passing slowly, and soon enough, the second little bird lie by its soul
mate, unmoving and cold, the tiny bird was gone. Gone with the wind as its mate had gone, the tiny bird was heartbroken, so, the bird's soul had
left, as any true lover's would.
Vegita blinked slowly, leaving his eyes closed for several seconds, before finally opening them again. He struggled to turn his head around, time was
passing, with each passing second, Vegita was one closer and closer to the inevitable. He definitely wasn't growing any younger. He let out a
throaty sigh, then managed to turn his head all the way, to look at the unmoving body of Bulma. She had passed away just a few hours ago, Vegita
wouldn't let anyone touch her lovely body. He was heartbroken, though still alive. His entire circle of 'friends' was dying off, one by one. He smiled
weakly, that was a song he had once heard, his mind slowly played it in his head, the melancholy tune floated around inside his dreary mind…

One bye one
Only the good die young
They're only flyin' too close to the sun
Cryin' for nothing
Cryin' for no one
No one but you…

Vegita sighed deeply, lifting a weak, and heavy arm to gently touch the strands of hair that covered Bulma's hair. She was still so beautiful, so
beautiful, but to him only. Vegita shook his head, just barely, as if telling some unknown listener, how much he was grieving. A tear slid down his old
cheek, 'they' had dared to take away his love, and 'they' had dared to mess with the Prince of Saiyans. Who was 'they' you ask? No one
knew...'they' were hidden in Vegita's subconscious, he was suffering because of 'them'…the unknown gods that took the living, sending them to
heaven and beyond.
Vegita turned back to look out the window, if it had been any colder, by just one degree, Vegita would have died from the cold, but that didn't
matter, he was old, seemingly too old to live any longer. Vegita knew his time was drawing closer and closer, and yet, it was torturing him, he
wasn't to die, not yet. He no longer cared about power, life, killing, and blood. His body was weak and frail, though he wouldn't admit it, he no
longer craved power. Why had he come to the miserable mud ball in the first place? Immortality, never-ending life, surviving evil. His soul no longer
wanted to be eternal, if death meant he was to join Bulma in the eternal sleep known as death, then let death come. He no longer wanted to be
forever young, he had found something that meant much more then living forever, love. Love controlled all, no one could escape the continuous pull
and grasp of love.
Another tear streamed down Vegita's rough cheek, the mighty Prince of Saiyans was crying, how could such a powerful creature ever discover his
true purpose in life, his true feelings, how could the superior Prince show such 'weakness'? Long ago, Vegita had learned the true meaning of
weakness, weakness was no longer show of pain and unwanted feelings, weakness was now showing too much pride, and too much hatred, yet,
Vegita could not change his ways. He was born that way, and he would stay that way, forever.
A smile crept across Vegita's dry lips as another tear slid down his cheek, leaving a shiny trail behind. He had come to the annoying planet, wanting
eternal life, never-ending power. And somehow, this blue-haired woman had changed his entire life, somehow, and yet, Vegita was glad. Ha…eternal
life, to live forever, to not die, to be immortal, everlasting, indestructible. To be forever young.
Vegita had suddenly realized, he was immortal, not in the sense that he would live forever, but he was immortal in the hearts of his family and
friends. He would live forever in their memories and hearts, in their minds, in their lives and actions. A smile crossed his lips, he was immortal, he
would live forever, as he had hoped, except, instead of being remembered as an evil, brutal killer, he would be remembered as the Vegita that was
loved, the Vegita with feelings, the changed Vegita.
A gentle tune floated into Vegita's mind, and his lips struggled to whisper the words, the words that were meant for the kind, wonderful people of
the world. The people that were truly, forever young…

May you never love in vain…
And in my heart you will remain…
Forever Young…

Vegita drew in another agonizing breath, death was no coming any easier, he had so many things to remember, so many things to do yet in life! He
could not, no, would not die! And somehow, life was still slipping away from his body. Vegita took another shallow breath, if he was to die, then let
it be a peaceful one, not slow and agonizing. He glanced toward the window.
The, almost, full moon shone bright over the dark landscape. A weak smile barely touched Vegita's lips as he stared intently at the moon. He no
longer had a thirst for power, he no longer wanted to live forever, his soul no longer wanted to kill, to hate, now, the only thing that truly mattered
to him was to die. To die peacefully, happily, as Bulma did. Another tear slid down Vegita's cheek, he would never forget his mate. He loved her so
much…he never admitted it though.
Vegita glanced one more time at the moon, shining a bright gold under the skies, shining brighter then the sun itself. Rays struck the ground,
turning everything into a silver-gold combination of brilliant color. Vegita took in a slow breath, closing his eyes. His chest rose, and fell…rose, and
fell. The same sequence repeated for several more minutes. Before another tiny tear slipped out from beneath Vegita's heavy eyelids. It froze in
vivid motion, clinging to his soft skin. Vegita shivered slightly, he was suddenly so cold…so cold. He didn't have the energy to open his eyes, he
didn't have the energy to live, no energy to love…
Vegita took one, slow, warm breath, holding it for several seconds, to a minute. A content sigh escaped his lips as he exhaled. For the last time. His
soul slowly drifted from his body, up to heaven, up to his love, his mate, his Bulma. He had taken one last breath, one last chance to hold onto life,
was gone. But he had deserved it, he was now completely rid of the anger and hatred that before filled his cold heart. He was now gone, his soul
taken away by the moon, and yet, he was content, he was happy, he was loved. Vegita was to be remembered…to be truly…forever young...


The End


Disclaimer: 'Forever Young' belongs to Rod Stewart, not me, even though I truly love his work... 'No One But You' belongs to the ultra-talented band
Queen...again...not me...But I love Queen! I'm sorry, I used the tiny verses from both songs without permission...but I just love them so much! I'm really
sorry...please...forgive me!

Usual Jabber: I'm sorry if this fanfic seems so depressing and sad...I'm sorry! But frankly…I think my 'emotional' stories are very good ones… but that would
be my opinion…and my opinion is jibberish! =) Anyway, keep reading my fanfics! And…wish on stars! And listen to your heart, not the corn crispies, don't except
wooden nickels! And all that stuff there. =)