Bulma left the equipment and walked towards Videl, "Come on Videl, you have to go home. I will call you with the funeral arrangements." Even with all her hope she still needed to face some sort of reality even if it was a tough reality to face.
Videl stiffened as if realization once again came to her. I was not sick or injured on the medical bed. I was dead. She nodded her head and walked towards the exit. When Videl reached for the door a loud beep echoed in the room.
Videl and Bulma froze and slowly turned around. They stared at the monitor and looked at each other. Both were confused as to what had just happened. Both waited for the sound to return, Bulma in anticipation and hope, Videl in confusion and annoyance. What the hell was that? This is not funny, he is dead…this really is not funny. They both waited for about 5 minutes. Videl shrugged, and started to leave the room. Videl didn't seem to want to confront Bulma on what she felt was a sick joke.
"Videl, you should get some rest, you are looking rather pale in the face. Please take care of yourself, feel free to drop by at anytime." Bulma smiled at Videl and was granted a weak smile in return. "I will be back tomorrow if that is alright with you Bulma." Videl sounded almost pleading. "Of course it is Videl." I don't want to go home. There is nothing there for me. Why do I have this feeling that I have just lost everything?
Videl left and I followed, I wondered how long I was going to stay in purgatory. I loved being able to stay by Videl's side but this was not what I had in mind at the beginning of the day. Videl unconsciously flew home and landed on her lawn. Her mind was numb and no thoughts permeated the silence of the ride. Her emotions were dead and numb I could only feel her grief. She walked into the house and was intercepted by her father. "Videl, where the hell have you been! It is 4 in the morning! If you were with a boy, I swear Videl I will kill him." Videl flinched, she turned to her father as she said in a venomous tone, "No need father, he's dead, murdered yesterday by a mad man. I guess someone beat you to it. It is nice of you to notice the blood all over my clothes before you yelled at me though."
Videl's father stood in shock and in shame, "I am so sorry Videl..." Videl walked past her father and into her room, jerk. I stood in shock as the scene unfolded, Videl had on her usual white shirt. It was painfully obvious that someone had died by the amount of blood crusted on her shirt. I only thought about the disturbing truth that this man was oblivious to most activities surrounding Videl.
She closed her door and laid her back against the door. Using the door as a support she lowered herself to the floor and placed her head between her knees. In one quick motion she raised her head slamming it hard against the wooden door. The surface had cracked as she repeated her action. In a soft voice she said "this can't be happening." She rose to her feet and stepped away from the door where I could clearly see her blood on the door from the repeated impacts. She walked to her mirror, it was a beautiful wooden framed vanity, she stood in front of it and stared at herself, "why?" She clenched her fists, "why?" She lowered her head, "why god damn it?!" She punished the mirror shattering it and her hand as the glass shards found their way into her flesh, "Why couldn't I have stopped it?!" She punched down on the dresser, her bloody hands leaving their mark as wooden splinters flew from her onslaught.
Videl stopped and look at the aftermath, her dresser and vanity were no more and the rug was stained with blood. She walked towards a door revealing a large bathroom. She turned the knob of the shower and without taking off her outfit she entered and slumped to the floor where she drifted to sleep. "Why?"
I watched as Videl slept. I still had not gotten over walking through walls the weird sensation made me sick to my stomach or whatever the feeling was now. I didn't watch long before I was overwhelmed by nausea. I passed out by the side of the shower. I don't remember if I dreamt.
I woke up in the Videl's Jet Copter, It didn't really make sense but not much of anything meant much sense right now. I miss you Gohan. I hope you are happy where ever you are. I could be happy if I knew she was. Once again I found myself at CC. The first time I saw myself dead was a little weird but this time was really freaking me out. My face was at a strange angle and was drained of all color. I was cleaned and I was not wearing a shirt. The wound was only half prepared for stitching and left for all to see. It was a huge hole. I imagined that I could place my whole fist into it. The sword did massive damage to me when Ginyu twisted the blade.
I stared at the connections that were in my body and Bulma hovering over the equipment. I started to wonder what had her so interested. Videl sat down in the same chair she did yesterday. Everyone was silent until a loud beep was heard. Bulma and Videl froze then looked at one another. Bulma broke the silence.