Dragon Ball: Next Generation

Memories

I was up with my hair a mess. I walked to the mirror in the room. I brushed my hair, and it seems so different. Then I saw Vegeta in the mirror! What?! Where did he come from?

"You are not seeing things, Katarina. I am really here. Well... no body..."and I turned around to the source of voice.

"Vegeta, please, if you are going to visit you should tell me. Plus, I am surprised King Yemma let you down here."

"Well, we are engaged in the spirit world, per Bulma's request."

Oh, did I not mention, Vegeta and I are engaged. I finally get my prince after let's seen... a century or so.

Bulma knew how much Vegeta ment to both of us and she let me marry him in the sprit realm.

"But Vegeta! You can't just be a spirit! Pan will flip! Not to mention, Bulma Leigh."

"Who is Bulma Leigh?"

"Your great great great... Aw! Forget about it! She is a descendent of yours. She has a son that looks like the spitting image of you."

"Oh, so he has my handsome face... I gotta see this."

"Did you ask if you can have a body like I do? It would be much easier. Plus I am the only one that can see you, it probably looks like I am talking to nothing but wall!" I said and Vegeta rolled his spirit eyes at me.

"Don't you be rolling your eyes at me Prince Vegeta! Now go back to the spirit realm and see if you can come back here." I said and Vegeta smirked then smiled a little and waved goodbye.

Ugh... men....

Saiyan men...

I got dressed, my clothes really different, I needed my old stuff back... but I wouldn't see that ever again, plus it would give me away right off the bat. But these newer clothes were just so, different to me. I needed to make some clothes so that I can feel like myself again.

I wished I had some cloth, thread, needles, and other things to make clothes...

I then came out of my room and Pan was awake, making tea.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" She asked me and I nodded. "Yeah, let me tell you, being here is really nice for a change. I have always wanted to come back home. Oh! You wouldn't have sewing things, do you?"

And Pan smiled, "Yeah, I do, Papa gave me your sewing things the day you died. That funeral was the worst one to ever witness, next to my papa's and Mama's. You just struck a nerve in everyone, including Vegeta that day. I cried like everyone else, we all cried, even the toughest of us." Pan said and I couldn't believe that, they all cried for me. I ment that much, that every one just cried?

I then asked Pan where my stuff was and she dragged a big old box of things. "Papa tried to keep everything together. There shouldn't be anything missing." And I looked through all the things, there was a sketch book, and art set, my old Gi, my gloves, a box, a jewelry box, a scrap book, and a photo album.

"These will bring back memories, definitely. But where are the sewing things? This just looks like just other things." And she pointed to my room, we went in and in the closet was a box of nothing but sewing things. Yay!

"Well, before I start sewing, let's look through these memories."

I went back and found my sketch book. It was filled with sketches of Vegeta, Goku, Goku and Chi-Chi, Bulma, Vegeta's family, Goku's family, Baby Pan, Baby Trunks, Baby Balla, and so on. The last sketch was of Vegeta and I together, seeming to never age a day in our lives.

The charcoal was on my fingers, memories were flooding back.

I then closed the book and opened the photo album.

Many pictures of the Z-Fighters, Goku, myself, Vegeta, baby pictures, Guys Week pictures, tournament pictures, wedding pictures... most of these pictures had me in them. Then there a picture of Vegeta and I, we looked different. Vegeta was smiling actually, and I was smiling too. Then the picture fell out, I caught it and there was writing on the back.

My dear Katarina,

This moment will forever be caught in time. We are finally what we feel inside in this photo. Let this photo serve a memory that we love each other. This is really sappy, I know, but it's the truth. You are forever my sunshine.

-Vegeta

A tear slipped down my cheek, memories...