A/N: Picking up on certain details within the story will make it easier to understand whose perspective or feelings the chapter is written from. The drabbles are not chronological to the dbz timeline and will be written in a past, present, or future context. Reviews, critiques, or comments are always appreciated.
"He couldn't destroy me…"
Those were the words that had echoes in her head for the last forty years. Her hands were blood stained, innocents had been slaughter for the sake of her and seventeen's entertainment, and yet when he had been given the chance to destroy her, he simply couldn't do it.
As the years went by, it was the one thing that had plagued her most about their relationship. How could he be so willing to forget that she was designed to murder his best friend? Eradicating humans and destroying the earth would've simply been an added bonus, and she had loved every second she spent doing just that, until that moment.
That moment, when her eyes locked with his as his hands shook holding the device that would've led to her demise. The shock that took over her when ultimately he threw it down and crushed it beneath his feet. It had overwhelmed her and confused her all at the same time, but she was forever grateful to him for it.
He had caused her to feel not just wanted, but needed, in that moment.
He had completely thrown away his humanity, because he had fallen in love with her and he never second guessed that decision.
Now, as her fingers traced the engraved spelling of his name against the marble tombstone, she wondered how she would live without him.
With each day that went by that she couldn't feel his love, she felt her heart growing as cold as the winter's air that blew against her skin.