Chapter 1
A certain saiyan prince sat alone at his dome-shaped house. It has been a year since Bulma died and he still hasn't gotten over her death. It happened all so quickly. One minute they were in the car, loving and kissing each other; the next minute, Bulma was being wheeled away in an ambulance. Although he tried to hide it, he was in shock when the doctor told him that she couldn't be saved; she had lost too much blood and suffered a serious head injury.
I miss you
Miss you so bad
I won't forget you
Oh it's so sad
Vegeta closed his eyes to try to stop the oncoming tears from escaping his black orbs. "Why? Why did you have to die on me?!" shouted Vegeta as he punched the wall, thus making a hole.
I hope you can hear me
I can remember it so clearly
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found that it won't be the same
"I miss you." cried Vegeta as he let his barriers down and began to cry, letting the salty tears run down his face like a river.
I didn't get around to kiss you
Goodbye on the hand
I wish I could see you again
I know that I can't
I hope you can hear me
I remember it clearly
After a few minutes, Vegeta stopped crying and regained his composure. Picking up the razor blade that layed on the bed, Vegeta started to examine the metallic instrument. Should I do it? Thought Vegeta to himself, I want to be with Bulma again, but does that wean that I have to leave my kids behind? The truth is, Vegeta loved his kids, but he just wasn't the type of guy to show his feelings. Bra would be devastated. She and Vegeta shared a special bond. Unlike Trunks, Vegeta was around when she was born.
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found that it won't be the same
I've had my wake up
Won't you wake up
I keep asking why
And I can't take it
It wasn't fake it
It happened you passed by
Vegeta didn't know how Trunks would react. They haven't spent much time together except while they sparred. He knew Trunks would probably be devastated, but not as much as Bra would. Vegeta looked down at the razor blade that was firmly grasped in his hand. At that moment, Vegeta knew what he had to do, even if it means leaving his kids behind. Bulma was his light; his savior. She was the one of cured him of his evil ways. He couldn't live without her. It was killing him on the inside that he wasn't with her right now. Although Vegeta wouldn't admit it, he loved, cherished those precious moments when he and Bulma were together. When they would go up into the bedroom, Vegeta loved her touch, her way of kissing that made his skin light up on fire when her hot, fiery lips met his; but most of all, he loved that sweet voice of hers that would melt him on the spot when he would hear it. That sweet, angelic voice of hers was like music to his ears.
Now you're gone
Now you're gone
There you go
There you go
Somewhere I can't bring you back
Now you're gone
Now you're gone
There you go
There you go
Somewhere you're not coming back
Vegeta pressed the razor blade firmly against his wrist and sliced it across his wrist with one clean swipe. Blood poured out from the open wound, mixing in with clean bed sheets. Vegeta smiled at his handy work and proceeded to slice the other wrist. When that was done, more blood spilled out onto the already blood-stained sheets. Vegeta layed down and watched as more liquid spilled out from his body. With his dying breath, Vegeta breathed out. "Don't worry, Woman. I'm coming." Vegeta then closed his eyes and everything went black.
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found that it won't be the same
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found that it won't be the same
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found that it won't be the same
I miss you
The End