Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z. It is owned by Akira Toriyama.
Chapter 1
Ending
"The death of Mrs. Bulma Briefs has left many people saddened. Their will be a memorial service at First Baptist Church on Friday August 23ed; Back to you Tom."
A tear crept its way down Vegeta Briefs' face. Tears were new to this man. He had never really cried in his life, except once. And that was when he couldn't feel Bulma's Ki any longer. He had taken his wife's name after their second, and last, born. But now his wife was gone.
He was tired of watching the same shit about his wife on the television. The news broadcasted her life and her inventions. Reporters came up to the door. He wanted to kill them, but he couldn't even manage to gather enough Ki energy to blast them all to hell. So all he could do was slam the door in their faces.
He was truly saddened at her loss. He didn't help her, and for that, he hated himself. He didn't since that anything was wrong until it was too late.
Bulma was diagnosed with cancer only a year ago. The doctors said that she would live for at least ten years. They were wrong. The cancer attacked her while she was driving home from work. Her corpse was found in a eleven car pile up. It wasn't the cancer that had killed her. It was the SUV that flipped her car over, that is what killed her.
Vegeta turned off the TV and sluggishly sauntered to 'their' bedroom door. He didn't move, he couldn't. He gradually turned the handle and opened the door however, he didn't enter the room. He left it the way it was when she died. He wouldn't go into a place that reminded him of his deceased wife. He then slowly closed the door, and shutting out her memory. He turned and quietly walked down the hall.
Vegeta entered a small guest bedroom and sprawled himself on the bed.
"What do you think of this?" Bulma asked.
"I don't care; I hate frilly stuff." Vegeta answered. He had to admit that he wasn't looking at the wallpaper, he was focusing on his wife. She was the most beautiful when she was carrying his child.
She was about four months along when she started decorating this room. Now she had one month left to carry his little girl. Although, he wasn't going to tell Bulma that she was carrying a girl. He wanted to see the look on her face when she saw her baby. The look he saw on her face when she first held their son, Trunks.
He shook his head and quickly ran out of the room, down the stairs to the basement hall. Their were three doors, one to her privet lab ... he'd been there many times, the other door was to the medical rooms, and the last was ... her office. He went to a medical bedroom and laid down and shut his eyes ... one ... last ... time.
