"Sorrow."

By: Careless Dreamer

This is the life I chose to live and that life is to stand by Goku, Gohan, Goten, Vegeta, Piccolo, Tien, Krillin, and Trunks. Nothing has changed about the guys since I could remember. Except for the fact that Vegeta and Goku are getting gray hairs.

Yamcha passed away in a bombing while trying to save the people. The people he saved are alive, but he didn't make it. Bulma misses Yamcha a lot but buries herself in her work so not to think about it. I wouldn't blame her. From what I know he was a lot of fun and was very shy at times.

I was just getting to know him before the freak accident. Many grieved about his death and some still do. Goku, Gohan, Goten, and I were asked to bring the coffin down and place him in the grave. Which I felt out of place doing. He had life long friends, and when I showed up a month a before his death, everyone thinks that it would be best for me to carry him down. I felt really weird, I can't explain it either. Before Yamcha had left he told me this:

"Rachel, if I don't come back tell everyone I said goodbye."

"What? What do you mean?" I asked.

"I have a feeling that I won't come back," he reached up and ran his fingers through my long chestnut colored hair.

"Then let me go with you," I said with a hint of fear in my voice.

His hand falls to my cheek and forces, with a gentle touch, me to look him in the eyes. I didn't want him to see the tears that were in my eyes, but it was too late.

"I can't and won't let you," he said brushing the tears away.

"Why not?"

"I don't want you to get hurt. I don't know I'd do if I lost you," he said.

"Why do you want to keep me alive? I thought I was just a pain in everyone's side."

He placed a hand behind his head and scratched with a slight laugh.

"Are you implying that you like me?"

"Like is not the word. Love is more like it," he said blushing.

"In only a month?"

"Does it matter?" he asked inching his face towards mine.

After a few minuets of silence he kissed me on the lips. When he pulled away, he left me there to go do whatever it was that he was going to do. After that I never saw him again.

"Rachel?" Trunks asked me.

"What is it?" I asked him as he sat next to me.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

Then I realized it, I was crying again.

"I guess I can't get over the fact that he's gone."
"We all can't."

"Do you want to train some?"

"Is that all you ever want to do?"

"It's fun and games until someone screws up again," I said.

"So true. Don't be sad about Yamcha's death. Think of it like this, he's having fun wherever he's at," Trunks said standing up.

He extended his hand to me and I took it. He pulled me up, afterward we took to the sky.

"No more crying?" he asked when we stopped.

I nodded my head.

"No more sorrow either," I finished.

The end!? I still think there should be more, but I'll end it here for now. If I get some good reviews I'll continue this piece that I've started. The review box is either below or you can e-mail me at DuoMaxwell_2005@yahoo.com with you comments thoughts etc.

Always,

Careless Dreamer