By SaiyaSith © 2002
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Disclaimer: I am not Akira Toriyama, nor do I make money from this. I have nothing you could sue me for anyway…
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The lone figure sat staring at the stars above. Although his features betrayed no emotion, the very air around him was charged with grief. She was gone. His mate, his lover, his partner, his only friend had died. She was very old, and death did not creep upon her unexpectedly. With the dragonballs gone, there was no way to return her youth. The mighty Saiyan Prince who fought battles that could destroy planets was completely unable to win the war against old age. And so the brilliant Bulma Vegeta Briefs died on her 90th birthday.
The grieving Saiyan did not leave his rooftop perch until the gentle rays of sun began to gather on the horizon. Sunsets the man could tolerate--he had plenty of sunsets in his life--but sunrises were too painful. The Prince no longer had a reason to face each new day, and each sunrise was a mockery to him. It was a promise of that which could never be again. He was alone.
Silently he walked the darkened halls to his room. He sat on the bed and soaked in the smells that were uniquely Bulma's. Even after a week, they still lingered. The mighty Saiyan Prince, proud no more, laid down on his bed and wept himself to sleep.
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"Trunks? How's papa? Have you seen him today?" The voice on the phone was worried.
"Uh, actually I haven't." The man replied. "I had a meeting today with the Board of Directors and haven't gotten out to the old Capsule Corp grounds."
"He hasn't shown his face outdoors at all since Momma's funeral. It's been a month! Aren't you even concerned about him?" The edge in the demi-Saiyan's voice was unmistakably inherited from her mother.
Trunks sighed. "Of course I'm worried about him, Bra. But you need to realize that things like this take time to heal. He'll be ok. He's too tough to stay down for long--you'll see."
"Damn it, Trunks!" The woman growled. "If Shin'i's baby wasn't due any day now, you know I would be there for him. Can't you at least try to spend some time with your own father?"
The President of Capsule Corporation shook his head. "Listen, I have a life too, you know. I have a family and a business to look after! Our dad can take care of himself without his children hovering over him." Trunk's jaw clenched and a hard look came into his eyes. "After all, Bra. He hasn't needed us before, so what in HFIL makes you think he wants our company NOW?"
Shocked silence and ragged breathing were all that could be
heard from the other end of the line. After a painfully long pause, the line
went dead.
"KUSO!" In an uncharacteristic loss of control, Mr. Briefs ripped the phone from his desk and threw it out the window.
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Later that evening in another part of the city, a lonely figure floated out to the rooftop to watch the sunset again.
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End chapter One
A/N: Shin'i is Bra's daughter. I doubt she'll play much of a part in this story, but I needed a good reason to explain why Bra couldn't be there for her dad. :-P Notice that I deftly avoided the entire issue of who marries who! The next chapter really gets into the whatzits of the story. Where does a Saiyan go from here? Tune in to Chapter two and find out!
Also, to those of you are awaiting the next chapter of Vegeta's Cat…it's mostly written, I'm trying to kill writer's block with this story! Thanks all! PS I love reviews! Who doesn't though?? J