Koneka's Excellent Vacation

part19 It’s over, it’s over, it’s all over now. (Or is it?) Disclaimer: *Sigh* see all previous disclaimers. I’m tired. _____________________________________ Koneka’s Excellent Vacation, Conclusion My vacation is over and I return to work tomorrow. It was a hell of a vacation, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way! Two weeks (well, two weeks and a year) culminating in a spectacular battle that’s one for the history books! But, sometimes, it feels like I have a hole in my heart that can never be filled, and my life is leaking slowly out of it. I hear it over and over in my head, every day, every hour. I can’t shake it, can’t reconcile it, can’t... I can’t live without him. “You love her, don’t you? You won’t let anything happen to her.” “And that’s why you need to leave...” Trunks is alive and I’m so grateful! Seeing that dragon... well... that was a trip! And then realizing that Krillin had a thing for the blonde android was an eye-opener! Gohan is taking his father’s death so much better than I thought he would, but there’s a spiritual link between the two that I couldn’t possibly understand. I wonder if Goku was bound to Chi Chi that way. And Vejita — he was gone before I could say good-bye. So now I sit here in front of my window on my last day of vacation and close the journal that I started when I was facing loneliness and despair in the room of spirit and time. What do I have left of my time with him besides pencil marks on paper? Can I possibly go on without seeing him? I put my hand over my heart and will myself not to cry, but my breath catches in my throat even as I see a flash of light in the distant sky. ___________________________ Vejita speaks: How can she possibly know? I couldn’t watch her leave after the battle, after the dragon granted our wish — I felt the band tighten around my heart as I left the lookout, knowing that this could kill me. And that it would kill her, too. One slip, one night in the room of spirit and time — that’s all it took. I tried avoiding her... hell, if she only knew how many nights I just watched her sleep and longed — no, was almost compelled — to lie beside her. And when I could take it no longer, I made love to her, night after night. How could I, the prince of Saiyans, find myself so ensnared by a woman? It was almost more than I could bear; but she was so... Saiyan in her dealings with me, I thought she might be a witch, that I was under her spell. Then, when she left the lookout after our year in the room, only another day had passed when I was compelled to seek her, and I found her and the child in the meadow. I knew then it was all over for me. Bonded. Forever. Not like with Bulma. Only one night with her and I knew she could never be my soul mate. But one night with her had produced our son. Koneka... You were right. I owe it to my son. Seeing him die and knowing I could have prevented it... And so I will live a lie with Bulma and Trunks, because that is my duty, because I am of royal blood. But you and I, Koneka, will meet again because we must live. And I can’t live without you. —owari—