NOTE- The lyrics have horrible grammar, but good song. Really
Not the Happiest Day of My Life >>><<
"Come on! Come on!" Bra urged herself as she drank her coffee with her left hand while trying to fit into her red, shiny boot with the right. "I’m late! This isn’t good!" She took another sip of her freshly brewed Java before going to the kitchen to quickly grab something small to eat. She soon, however, while looking down at her feet still trying to get her boot on, when she bumped into something hard.
Bra hissed as her boiling-hot coffee spilled all over her, her eyes sealed shut.
"So much for my new clothes…" she mumbled while looking up. He father stared down at her with his dark black eyes, his face blank.
"Oh, Hi daddy! Felling better? I need to get ready for school real quick, sorry I can’t talk." Bra rushed to her room to change into something else fashionable.
Vegeta stared at his only daughter as she quickly ran into her room for some different clothes. Her blue hair followed her waving around like a sea- just like her mothers.
Vegeta shook his head at thinking about that woman once again. He needed to keep his mind pre-occupied.
"Where’s your brother?" he asked hitting his head.
"I dunno," Bra said as she quickly hopped back outside into a different outfit. "Hey, have you seen my science paper anywhere? I know it’s around here someplace…" Bra started looking around but then checked her watch.
"Holy crap! It’s already past eight? I am so dead!" She flew out to school at her slow top speed, well, according to Vegeta.
"Why me?" Trunks complained over and over flipping through all hundred of the papers his mother left behind in no particular order.
"I don’t want to do this!" Just then, the phone rang. Trunks rolled his eyes but picked up.
"Yes?" he asked angrily.
"Excuse me sir but I just wanted to remind you that you have a board meeting in 15 minutes. I suggest you hurry." The office woman informed him. She had a surprisingly noticeable French accent.
"Aw shit. Yea, whatever." Trunks hung up on the woman.
"Great, a board meeting. Where you sit around and be bored." He deplored some more. He heard a smirk and turned around.
"Ha! You’re screwed." Vegeta turned around laughing.
"Yea, thanks for the support DAD," Trunks mimicked. He then turned around again to his mothers’ work.
"Let’s see… This is pile for board meeting papers… this is for personal ideas… what the…?" Trunks held up a paper that caught his eye. "Hmm… Gravitational Device 2- with this I can gain a good couple more 0’s in my power level…" Just then as Trunks smiled and examined his mother’s plans, Vegeta popped out of nowhere and grabbed it from him.
"Hey dad! Come on, you can’t get any stronger, can you? Let me have it, please?"
"You have other stuff to do, I, however, will look at this." Vegeta examined the paper on his own admiring its new features.
"Gee, NOW you act like a real father. Good timing." Trunks sarcastically commented while ::cough:: happily ::cough:: starting on some of the papers.
Soon, he was called again.
"WHAT?" Trunks was just not in the mood.
"Sir, the meeting has started, where are you?" It was the same annoying voice with the French accent again. Trunks nearly blasted her to the farthest depths of hell.
"Right, I’ll be there in 10 seconds," Trunks grabbed all the papers he could find and stuffed them in his mothers’ suitcase.
"But sir you are an hour away-"Trunks hung up on her once more as he opened the window to fly to the building at top speed without going SSJ.
Trunks stopped at the window to the meeting room. They didn’t look too happy.
Trunks knew the only way he could even start at making a good impression was if he walked in like any normal person.
"Grr…" Trunks dropped down to the ground and walked in, trying to be as calm as possible.
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"Bra I’m so sorry about your mother…" another teacher stopped by Bra about her mom.
‘God will they ever stop?’ she thought in her head.
"I’m fine, really." She rolled her eyes the minute the teacher left her.
"Yeesh… never a good day ever, I swear…" she complained while going to her locker to trade in her science book for math supplies. She didn’t like Math much either, to add things on.
"Why me?" she looked at her watch and realized she was going to run late. "Typical, Typical…" She ran off to class as fast as she could, without hurting anyone.
"How do earthlings live such a pathetic life?" Vegeta mused watching his daughter run from teacher to teacher to "locker" to room. The only thing they’d learn if anything would be to hate such a place. Even if he had lived here on this planet for over thirty years didn’t mean he liked it.
"And if those teachers don’t leave her alone someone’s going to meet Kai-sama very soon…" he added threateningly. He stopped and changed his mind to the males hitting in his daughter at that moment, however.
"Argh! I’m about to blast my daughters school!" Vegeta reminded himself, trying to stay in check. Soon, he wondered why SHOULDN’T he.
"I’m hungry." He decided. He then left to where he would sit alone in Capsule Corp until Trunks and/or Bra would return.
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"Shit today sucked!" Trunks threw the briefcases he held in his hands on the coach, and soon popped out another beer.
"Get me one." Vegeta said looking back at his son.
"You hate beer…" Trunks said questioningly while grabbing another bottle.
"And?" Vegeta caught the bottle thrown to him and popped open the cap. As much as he hated to admit it, he was "addicted" to this substance, or so Bulma said.
"Man, you must be down. I thought I was having a hard time…" Vegeta glared at Trunks evilly, making Trunks shut up. Trunks walked over to his Sound System and popped on his favorite radio station.
"… and that was Korn!" the announcer said informing the listeners.
"Great, I missed Korn. " Trunks moaned.
"Now, this is a new song from R. Kelly, ‘I Wish.’"
"I wish? What, does R. Kelly want a better sex life or something? I knew he would get sick of that whore he calls his wife someday…" Trunks decided to listen to it anyway, and sat on the couch where his briefcases and papers were. Vegeta lied down on the sofa across from Trunks and took another sip of the piss-tasting liquid that had no point to him what so ever, since he never got "drunk."
Rolling through the hood, just stopped by to say what’s up
Come to let you know you’re baby boy ain’t doing so tough,
Even though you past going on four long years,
I’m still waking up late at night crying tears,
Just thinking about those days you used to talk to me,
Smiling while I’m sipping on this hennessee,
And remember we’d brag on how rich we would be,
To get up out this hood was like a fantasy,
And now you hear my songs, the radio is playing,
Oooh, I can’t believe my ears and what everybody’s saying,
Boy I tell you folks don’t know the half,
I would give it all up just to take on ride… With you
How I used to kick it on the front porch… With you
And how I used to lay back and smoke weed… With you
And all the little basement party joints we’d do… Now I’m just missing you
How I Wish
Chorus
I wish that I could hold you now,
I wish that I could touch you know,
I wish that I could talk to you,
Be with you somehow,
(I know)
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"What’s up with this? It’s- It’s depressing-" Trunks stared at his radio for a second before he stood up to turn off the music when he listened to the lyrics more closely.
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I know you’re in a better place,
Even though I can’t see your face,
I know you’re smiling down on me,
Saying everything’s okay,
And if I make it out this thug life,
I’ll see you again someday
I wish, I wish, I wish
I wish, I wish I wish
Verse 2
Ever since this money come it’s been nothing but stress,
Sometimes I wish that I could just trade in my success,
Ya’ll look at me and say, "Boy, you’ve been blessed"
But ya’ll don’t seen the inside of my unhappiness,
Man, I swear this shit gets heavy like a ton,
That’s why you hear me shooting this real shit off like a gun,
Hmmm, I wonder how my friends would treat me now,
If I wasn’t iced up with a bentley and a house,
That’s why fake ass niggas get fake ass digits and
Fake ass playas get a real playa hating ‘em,
Honey Love goes platinum and ya’ll niggas come around,
But ya’ll don’t wanna raise the roof until my niggas going down,
And now you hear my songs, the radio is playing,
Oooh, I can’t belive my ears and what everybody’s saying
Boy I tell you folks don’t know the half,
I would give it all up just to take on ride… With you
How I used to hoop off in the tournaments… With you
How I used to club hop on week ends… With you
Your family called the morning off a tragic end… My condolences
I wish that I could hold you now,
I wish that I could touch you know,
I wish that I could talk to you,
Be with you somehow,
(I know)
I know you’re in a better place,
Even though I can’t see your face,
I know you’re smiling down on me,
Saying everything’s okay,
And if I make it out this thug life,
I’ll see you again someday
I wish, I wish, I wish
I wish, I wish I wish
Trunks sat down, thinking he could live through one bad song. Vegeta heard the song as well and mumbled something about all these "rappers" being crazy mama’s boys.
Ever since this money come it’s been nothing but stress,
Sometimes I wish that I could just trade in my success,
Ya’ll look at me and say, "Boy, you’ve been blessed"
But ya’ll don’t seen the inside of my unhappiness,
Man, I swear this shit gets heavy like a ton,
That’s why you hear me shooting this real shit off like a gun,
Hmmm, I wonder how my friends would treat me now,
If I wasn’t iced up with a bentley and a house,
That’s why fake ass niggas get fake ass digits and
Fake ass playas get a real playa hating ‘em,
Honey Love goes platinum and ya’ll niggas come around,
But ya’ll don’t wanna raise the roof until my niggas going down,
And now you hear my songs, the radio is playing,
Oooh, I can’t belive my ears and what everybody’s saying
Boy I tell you folks don’t know the half,
I would give it all up just to take on ride… With you
How I used to hoop off in the tournaments… With you
How I used to club hop on week ends… With you
Your family called the morning off a tragic end… My condolences
I wish that I could hold you now,
I wish that I could touch you know,
I wish that I could talk to you,
Be with you somehow,
(I know)
I know you’re in a better place,
Even though I can’t see your face,
I know you’re smiling down on me,
Saying everything’s okay,
And if I make it out this thug life,
I’ll see you again someday
I wish, I wish, I wish
I wish, I wish I wish
"I’m home!" Bra called. She dropped her bag at the door and walked into the living area to see her brother and father drinking their hearts out in bad-smelling beer.
"Hey, isn’t this song pretty? It’s so sad…" Bra commented realizing they were listening to the song she had heard earlier that day.
Voices in my head be telling me to come to church,
Said the Lord is the only way for you to stop the hurt,
Dreaming of windows black, tinted like a hearse,
Waking up to life, sometimes it seems worse,
And all I ever wanted is to be a better man,
And I try to keep it real with my homies man,
Want me to save the world I don’t understand,
How did I become the leader of a billion fans,
Now you hear my song, the radio is playing,
Oooh, I can’t believe my ears and what everybody’s saying,
Boy I tell you folks don’t know the half,
I would give it all up just to take one ride… With you
How I used to street perform on Fridays… With you
And how I’d go to church on Easter Sunday… With you,
Instead of ya’ll throwing them stones at me… Somebody pray for me,
I wish that I could hold you now,
I wish that I could touch you know,
I wish that I could talk to you,
Be with you somehow,
(I know)
I know you’re in a better place,
Even though I can’t see your face,
I know you’re smiling down on me,
Saying everything’s okay,
And if I make it out this thug life,
I’ll see you again someday
I wish, I wish, I wish
I wish, I wish I wish
Stiill I know, Somehow you’re in a better place
To all of my homies,
Right now,
Talk to you
Be With you,
Somehow I know,
See your face,
Smiling,
Right now I’m at the crossroads,
Of my, my, my, life,
Theresa, do me a favour
C’mon and braid my hair, C’mon and braid my hair, C’mon and braid my hair, C’mon and braid my hair,
C’mon and braid my hair, my hair
"Hello?" no one answered Bra or even looked at her. "HELLO?!" she bellowed.
"Hey Bra, sup?"
"What is it?"
"You two are such typical men. How can I live with you two for the rest of my life? I think I am going to puke…" Bra shook her head and walked upstairs. Trunks and Vegeta shrugged and each took another drink.
"Women…" They growled together.
"God damn paper work…" Trunks whined while opening one briefcase to reveal loads of papers. He whipped out a pen and started on the hideous work.
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"Hey dad?" Half-hour later, Trunks filled a decent amount of papers, but his mind was wondering off. Vegeta remained silent, but Trunks knew him enough to know he was indeed listening.
"You’ve died, what? Two, three times, right? You ever been in heaven?"
"Why do you care?" This was Vegeta’s way of saying ‘I was stuck in the deepest pits of hell every time.’
"Well, I was just wondering what it’s like for mom, that’s all." Trunks went back to his work, unwillingly.
"Are you saying you think your mother is in Hell?" Vegeta mused, staring at his son.
"Na, if mom goes to Hell, so will the Pope." Trunks said protectively, even though he very well knew his mother wasn’t the best "angel."
"Fine then, why do you worry?" Vegeta rolled his eyes. Trunks went back to his work without another word. Vegeta stood up and left for his room, not even glancing back at Trunks.
"Maybe the beer did get to him a little…"Trunks wondered aloud. He was silenced by a small blast flying toward him.
"Reeer…" Trunks imitated a pissed off cat, but got back to his work knowing that the last thing he wanted to do was not getting sleep.
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"Hello? Daddy?" Bra knocked on her fathers’ room once more. She opened it and crept inside, to see her father lying on the bed. He had his arms behind his head crossed, and one leg over the other. Staring outside to large glass window to his left, he asked, "What is it?"
"I just wanted to see how you were doing daddy, is that all right?" Bra looked at her father innocently with big, sapphire eyes. Vegeta looked at her for a minute, then turned back again.
"Well?" Vegeta said looking outside- he just realized it was raining.
"Well, uh… how are you?" Okay, so Bra admitted to herself that she really didn’t know what to say. She went and sat next to her father on the bed, and decided to copy his position.
Vegeta noticed this, but turned his head again outside to the rain.
"Hey dad, was Trunks right when he told me that you were evil before you met mom?" Bra said suddenly, remembering last nights’ conversation with her brother.
Vegeta fell off the bed.
"What did he tell you?" Vegeta now remained calm, and got back on the bed.
"Nothing much. You were just more evil then Hell itself, I guess." Vegeta couldn’t help but grin. Those were the days…
"It’s true?" Bra sat up and looked at her father. ‘Wow- Trunks was right… weird… I thought all he killed was Bebi’s clan, maybe a couple here and there but-‘
"Maybe. That was long ago." Vegeta looked away from his daughters broken eyes.
"Hmm… well, you’re over that right?"
Vegeta remained silent.
"RIGHT?" Bra flew up to meet her dad’s face. "Well?"
"Maybeyeaiguessso," Vegeta quickly grunted quietly.
"Dad!"
"I promise I won’t kill anything in front of you," Vegeta decided aloud.
"Dad…" Bra looked at her father unbelievingly.
"Can’t you take a joke?" for the first time that entire week, Vegeta smiled. Bra was relieved and jumped to her dad’s arms.
"Good!" she said hugging her father. Vegeta became a little uneasy. Bra never did that to him.
"Yea, excuse me for breaking up this "touching" moment, but you guys want to go out for dinner? I’m afraid mom is a pro chef compared to me." Trunks disclosed leaning against the wall, smirking an ever-so-famous Vegeta smirk.
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"Uh… you guys…"Bra yet again forgot about eating in public with her brother and father. It was also different from usual because Bra couldn’t criticize them with her mom.
"Waph?" Trunks was still consuming food like there was no tomorrow. Vegeta didn’t even bother to stop eating.
"You guys ate over $400 in food…"
"So?" Trunks swallowed the rest of the chicken rudely.
"We’ve been here 15 minutes!" Bra hissed, looking at her barely touched salad. She was answered by sounds of food being hurriedly eaten. Bra was disgusted, and took another bite out of her salad in pointless defeat.
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"I think I gained a couple dozen pounds…" Trunks indicted disgustingly. "How did I eat that much?" He patted his stomach.
"Trunks- gravity room in 15 minutes." Vegeta ordered, realizing he too ate a little too much.
"Deal!" Trunks stretched out his arms before taking off to have a small spar with his father. Vegeta cracked his knuckles and did the same. Bra sighed.
"They never change… maybe I should go see a movie…" Bra decided to go check out the latest romance around.
>><<
"You’re…" Trunks said between pants, "going…too easy…on me…." Wheezing, he then got a splurge of energy and cracked his neck. "Bring it on!" he shook of the dried-up blood caking on his clothes and skin. Then he spat out most the blood piling up in his mouth and throat, and got in a fighting stance.
"You’re beat boy!" Vegeta shot a blast through his left hand. He, himself, was barely damaged, but Trunks did get one good hit to his stomach, nearly making Vegeta lose his dinner.
Trunks dodged the blast easily. He then, made a blast of his own, careful not to use too much of his energy, and aimed for where Vegeta would probably fly to when trying to avoid his blast.
Trunks smirked again realizing his plan worked. Vegeta was hit square in the face, although it didn’t do much to him other than give him a tiny drop of blood from the nose.
"Was that supposed to hurt?" Vegeta mocked. He knew Trunks’ plan very well, Trunks used it several times; it was obvious since Trunks used it repeatedly.
"Give up. I want to go to sleep." Vegeta soon said after Trunks did nothing, wondering why his plan didn’t amuse his father.
"Aw man, I have to get up early tomorrow too… bummer." Trunk shook his head in disgust, but powered down to his normal state. Vegeta landed next to him, powering down as well. They exited the gravity room to see Bra and a couple of her friends. One just happened to be her boyfriend, and well, he hasn’t met Vegeta yet. Vegeta gave him an icy, cold stare when he put an arm around Bra. He abruptly jumped back.
"Hey guys, done fighting already?" Bra said normally, waving.
"Uh, Bra, tomorrow is Tuesday-" Trunks said hinting that Bra would have school tomorrow while looking around at his sisters’ friends. One of them started to hit on him.
"Oh, right, don’t worry Trunks, I’ll wake you up in time for work." Bra winked. Trunks stared at her in disgust, and realized that she had winter break. He was about to say another insult back at her but saw Vegeta about to give a hard sock to Bra’s boyfriend.
"Dad!" Trunks got his father in a weak headlock, and walked him into the house.
"Who the fuck is that kid? If he dare LOOKS at her he’ll wish he-"
"Dad, Bra’s boyfriend. He really isn’t that bad, although that cologne he wears make me sick…"
"Is that what that horrible stench of odor was?" Vegeta spat, calming down.
"I like that smell thank-you!" Bra said behind Trunks and Vegeta, surprising both of them.
"Daddy, don’t hurt him. Please? He isn’t that bad, really." Bra pleaded.
"Well, if his personality is like that "cologne" he wears he is going to have a problem with me." Vegeta plainly said, making his daughter more frustrated. Vegeta looked down at her and smiled for her.
‘Wow… twice in one day- he MUST be feeling better, I think he made a record!’ she thought but smiled back and went off to her friends once more.
"Get your hand of my head boy!" Vegeta shouted at the sudden act.
"Sorry, but you smiled twice today, I was wondering if you were getting sick or something." Trunks said non-chalantly before heading up to his room and to get some desperately wanted shut-eye.
When Trunks reached his room, he realized he left the radio on. He recognized the song immediately.
((LYRICS TO I WISH BY R KELLY))
"Yea, I guess the song isn’t too bad…" Trunks said turning the radio off and hopping into his bed.
"I wonder what mom’s up to anyway…" Trunks murmured before he fell asleep.
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"Well, life isn’t too bad today…" Trunks said to no one in particular as he came back in the house with the mail.
"My bored meeting is canceled, my break starts tomorrow, Bra is gone to a party, and there is a 10-hour music video marathon on MTV starting in 15 minutes. I’m getting my paycheck in the mail and I am back with Vanessa! What could possibly go wrong?" It was a week later. Snow was coming down like crazy, and the ‘ol Christmas caroler’s were singing outside, only receiving blasts from Vegeta. Everyone was getting used to not having Bulma around…
"Kid, you make me sick. You seriously think you are going to have a good day? Something’s bound to go wrong. Plus, who the hell is Vanessa? I don’t want a wench to be my daughter in law-" Well, almost everyone.
"Calm down, geez. What’s with you? A little feisty…" Trunks looked down at his mail.
"Yes! My beautiful check! Baby!" Trunks kissed it, then looked at the other things.
"Junk, shit, more pieces of shit… hey, what’s this?" Trunks held up a letter and opened it.
"JURY DUTY?!"
>><<
The End
Well, I hope you enjoyed my story everyone. Thanks again for all who wrote me, trust me, it's great and I am inspired when I get mail from others who enjoyed my writing. I have a new fic up my sleeve called "The Difference Between Reality and Dreams,' coming up, my latest on Bulma/Vegeta or the Briefs in general.
Oh yea, hehe... One- I do not own DBZ- Two- Absolutely NO OFFENSE to R. Kelly or his wife! I think Kelly is cool and I would never diss his wife. Oh yes, I Wish is also copy write of R. Kelly, and not me. The lyrics were strait off an official R. Kelly site, and that’s why the grammar is well… different. Otherwise, Happy Holidays everyone!
Part 2: After Shock
By Meioh