A/N- This is not the most accurate fic ever. But it's an Alternate universe fic, so it can be that way. And no, no one can be wished back with the dragonballs, that would ruin the plot. -_-
Death Never Dies
They looked down into the casket one last time before it was closed forever. The body's pale white face contrasted sharply with her still beautiful blue hair, so much like the life she had once lived. But no one would have guessed what had been going on in her head. No one would have expected her to do what she had done. No one…
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Bulma looked in the mirror and brushed her shoulder length blue hair. She smiled. This was the day. She knew it. She was having Vegeta over for dinner, and she knew this was the day it would all begin. This was the last day she would be alone. She picked up the expensive diamond necklace she had bought for the occasion and fastened it around her neck, then glanced up at the mirror again.
Why have I been alone so long? What is wrong with me? She sighed and reached for the bracelet that matched her necklace. She slid it onto her hand, and then stopped when she saw the scar on her wrist. She ran a manicured finger over it. A tear slid down her cheek as she remembered the last time she thought the loneliness would be over, the night she got that scar.
It was a night very similar to this one. It was black and starless, one of those nights that somehow embodies the mood perfectly. It was the night that Yamcha decided he didn't want to be with her, the night she was returned to loneliness. He had sliced all her dreams, all her hopes in half, and so she did the same with her wrist.
And Yamcha wasn't the first to butcher the dream she had longed for, the dream of being loved. Ever since she was a teenager, so many years ago, she had always been alone. There was no specific reason, but no guy she had ever loved had returned the love, and she'd been alone for as long as she could remember.
She shook the
memories away, pulled her sleeve down over the scar and brushed the tear from
her cheek. This will not be the same… it can't be… She ran her hand
across the first draw of her vanity. I won't let it be.
The evening flew by in a blur. She didn't know when the hope died, or when the happiness ceased. But what she did know was that her worst fear had come true. The night was a repeat of the one that had happened not so long ago. Vegeta had followed in the footsteps on Yamcha and so many others before him. But she wouldn't let the night be an exact duplicate.
Maybe it was the loneliness, or the fact that she was dying inside from the lack of love in her life that caused her to resort to murder. Maybe it was a threat gone wrong and she never meant to kill him. No one really knows. All they know for sure is how. Two shots from a 22-caliber handgun to the back of the head.
And a few hours later everything else would end for her too.
She stared in shock at the dead body that lay on her bed in a bloody pool. The gun slowly fell from her hand and hit the ground breaking the deafening silence. She just stood there, staring at it. Then the panic set in. Tears started staining her face as she realized she just killed her last chance at love, that she was a murder and worst of all, that she was alone. She collapsed on the floor and cried. Cried until there were no more tears to cry. Then she made her decision. It was over. She would end it all. She would replace dying within with eternal death. And she would never be alone again.
Once the tears begin to fall
They will never cease
Once the blood starts to flow
It will never end
Once you start to die inside
It will never stop
Death never dies
