He stood there, not knowing what to do. It was clear in his mind, he knew the next step – but why did he hesitate? As much as he hated to admit it, it was her. All her. He knew from the moment that he took that plunge he would never be able to be rid of her – worst of all, he did not want to rid of her. She accepted him for who he was, a monster. She deserved better – he knew it, but she never lost faith in him. It killed him inside knowing that he could never be the man that she needed.
The wind blew dust towards him as his destiny came closer. He knew what he had to do. His once white armor was stained red and ripped. He laughed as he wiped the blood from his mouth. Never in his life did he ever feel that he was going to be selfless, but he needed to be. She depended on him.
He looked over his shoulder to where his son had been. His son? No, he was hers. He left her, he would leave for hours, days, weeks and even months. He did not even know his son. She knew him. She raised him to be as strong as he was. He would be in good hands with her.
He tightened his fist by his side as a smirk came across his face.
Bulma, He thought to himself. We knew that this would never last – I had to go at some point. I loved you as best I could. I love you enough, that I have to let you go. You couldn't have loved me better, but I want you to move on. So I am already gone.
He sighed as he gave his mental farewell to his one reason to live, his one reason to stay on this pathetic planet, the one reason to fight.
Before he had a moment to change his mind – he screamed as a golden light consumed him. The Earth shook as he did that last thing he could.
Bulma shook as she felt a cold chill come over her body. A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked into the distance. A warm glow came over the horizon, like the sun just rising.
Yamcha turned as Bulma lifted her hand to her heart. "What's going on? You okay Bulma?"
"He's already gone."