whatilb.html AUTHORS NOTE: I don't own DBZ or any thing in it. Some
incidents that are mentioned in this story did not occur in the series.
I made them up. This is kind of a story to go along with my other story,
"He's Gone". Ja ne!
What I left Behind
Damn, I can't believe myself. Why'd I do that!?!?!?!?!
I killed myself for the earth and it didn't work. I didn't help. That bastard
stayed alive. What makes it worse is thinking about what
I left behind.
I left them
behind. My wife. The beautiful angel who at first, other than Kakkorot,
cared for me. ME! The Saiya-jin prince, who had blood of a thousand other
races on his hands. I see images of her flashing in my mind.
My son. He
didn't deserve this! He didn't need to be knocked out before his own father
died.
I hugged Trunks
before I left. I told him to be brave and take care of his mother. He better
take care of his mother. I'm not going to stay here long.
I remember
my last moments. I kept thinking of all the stupid things that woman put
me through. The hospital, The pink shirt, teaching me how to drive.
I miss her so much.
Do you know
what really gets me mad? Buu. He was going to turn me into some candy!
And he didn't even die! I wasted myself for nothing.
I guess It's all
up to you, son. Make me proud. I know you're stronger than Buu. And even
here, in hell, I can see that determined face of yours. You look so much
like your mother when you do that.
My Bulma, Be brave, I shall
return. Don't let that baka Yamucha get you. I'm coming back.
I still scold myself, though.
For not thinking about what I was leaving behind. I miss what I left behind.
