This was really happening wasn't it? It couldn't be, but it was. Her father was dying. She never would have thought her dad would go this way. She always thought he would die in battle, or a training accident, but not this, not because he was older. At the moment, her father was laying down on one of the beds in the hospital wing over at Capsule Corp. He didn't look old, he didn't look sick, but he was. She looked over him, examining his once more vibrant features. He was her best friend, no matter how many disagreements they had gotten in over the years. She loved him and it was hard to let go.
She pulled a chair up to his bed and sat down, taking his hand in her own. "Dad," she started trying to hold her tears back, "I really don't want you to go." The lump in her throat was about to burst and cause her to cry, and she knew he wouldn't want her too. He would want her to be strong for him, and she would do her best. She began to think back to her teenage years, when she was bossy and somewhat ungrateful toward her father. Never really thanking him for taking her shopping, and telling him how awful his mustache looked. She laughed as she remembered the look on his face, she wished there had been more times that she told him that she loved him and that he was a great father.
He began to stir in his sleep and she hoped that maybe he would wake up for a moment to listen to her. It was as if he read her thoughts, his eyes opened and he looked over at his daughter. She gave him a weak smile, and tried her best to remain strong. She was a bit surprised when he didn't pull his hand away from hers, never being one to show affection this way. She supposed it was because he was too weak to even move his hands. The smile she had plastered on her face was immediately gone at the thought of him being too weak to even move his own limbs. He was so strong, a Saiyan prince, he shouldn't be in a bed hooked up to several monitors.
His eyes began to droop again, and she knew that there was a possibility that he wouldn't wake up again. "Dad, I love you so much." Finally she let down her guard and she let a few tears escape. Vegeta frowned at her, he didn't want her to cry, and she probably already knew that. It took some work, but he squeezed her hand as hard as he could, and waited for her to look at him. She wiped her tears away, feeling ashamed for letting herself cry, she looked at her father. He gave her a weak smirk, and he squeezed her hand again, a silent plea, begging her not to cry for him. She was strong, she was his daughter, and no daughter of his would cry for him.
The smile faded from his face as his eyes closed, and the grip on her hand loosened. The next thing she knew, the heart monitors were going off. The nurses came in and gave her an apologetic look, but she didn't want their pity. Her father would tell them to get out and stay out, but she was too shocked and words wouldn't form in her mouth. The monitor was unplugged and she was thankful that the constant noise was gone. She never took his hand out of hers, and she wouldn't. Not until she was forced, and even then she wasn't sure if she was going to be able to let go. She stood up and leaned over to kiss her father's forehead, "Goodbye dad." She said through clenched teeth, willing the tears away once more.