Rain

The moon lit drops form onto his face

And slide down his cheeks in an uneven flow.

Slowly I watch the tears mix with the rain,

And wonder how much pain he doesn't show.

I would give anything and everything I have,

To see his lips curl into a smirk.

I miss that, but I always knew that certain smile

Meant he was minutes away from being a jerk.

But now he's at loss, so quiet and stoic,

But the salty tears still fall with the rain.

My heart is wonders how rain can still be so beautiful,

Yet cause so much heart wrenching, terrible pain.

The only separation,

Between his arms around mine,

Is the thin line of life,

And the rain that's so sublime.

Um, just a few thoughts on how Vegeta might have felt when Bulma died. It's (obviously) from Bulma POV. Is it ok? An answer is better then none at all…

~DarkStar~