Vegita was mad. He did not like waiting for anything, especially when that waiting consisted of siting in a crowded airport terminal surrounded by screaming children and annoying adults.

'It used to be that I could just relive myself of this nuisance with barley an effort. Now of course I have to abide by the woman and her rules. Sometimes I was wish I had a more Saya-jin mate or a warrior at least. But as the prince of my people I am obligated to find the most worthy and highest-ranking mate. Considering that humans are the only species left with which we can interbreed, I had to choose one of the to carry on my line. Still Kakarotto might have had a good idea, after all his mate is just as bitchy as mine, but at least she can cook.'

Vegita allowed himself a small genuine smile; Bulma was going to hear every complaint he had saved up since her departure. A bored sigh reminded him that his son was nearby.

'He and the Marai brat may be the same person but they are nothing alike. I shouldn't have let the woman baby him so. Now instead of a strong heir all I've got is a spoiled brat who doesn't even see the most important and obvious thing in his life. She may be of Kakarotto's blood, but she is our best hope for keeping the Saya-jin bloodline strong. Yet he just treats her like he doses all his other playthings, it's no wonder that her father is so upset at their association. Speaking of brats where's the other one?'

Vegita glanced around before spotting his daughter by the window, obviously lost in thought.

'Feh, girl is probably thinking about her precious boyfriend again. It's bad enough to have
Trunks chasing after Kakorotto's brat's spawn, but she disserves better than some half-wit Kakarotto look-alike. She does look rather troubled, I wonder what's wrong.'

Bra stood blankly stating out the window at the airplanes.

'What am I supposed to do just walk up and ask her? Should I wait till were alone or do it right in front of everyone? What if it is Yamcha, what would tousan do? What if it's not, what if it's just that tousan's Saya-jin DNA just threw off the test? Masaka...but I have to know.' Bra's thought were laced with only a fraction of the torrid emotion she was feeling.

Flight 361 from France is now arriving

Vegita rose from his uncomfortable seat and began heading in the general direction of his mate's ki.

'Already? Kami what do I do?' Bra closed her eyes trying to keep from crying. She didn't know why, but it just felt like the right thing to do.

"Oneechan... ONEECHAN!"

Bra scowled, having a loud obnoxious brother wasn't exactly helping her think. "You don't have to yell Trunks I'm right here."

"You may be but your mind's been gone for the last few days, is something wrong?"

Bra continued to stare blankly out the window.

Trunks scowled when his question went unanswered, 'not again, she's completely ignoring me'

"Come on we should probably catch up to tousan before he gets lost." He said before following after his father, not even bothering to look back to see if she followed.
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I'm certain it will be beautiful funeral, after all it's what we do best!

Gohan couldn't help but scowl at the funeral home directors over enthusiasm

'Kami he makes it sound like were throwing her a surprise party. Just don't hide in the big wood box it's for our guest of honor!* He mentally imitated the director's voice. *No wonder Pan didn't want to come'

It was scheduled to start in a little less than an hour, but a few people had shown up early. Mainly the members of the Son family and Krillian with his family. The others would arrive soon, but somehow it all felt a little too soon for Gohan.

'It wasn't supposed to be this way. I tried to gather the Dragonballs, but by the time Dr. Briefs remembered where the Dragon Radar was it was too late. She died, only hours before I found the last ball. Because she died of her illness the Dragon said it was natural causes. There was nothing I could do, but I still fell so guilty. Why...why did it have to happen now, why to her? She was so kind, so gentle, all she ever wanted to do was protect those who could not protect themselves. But time and time again it is people like her who pay the price for the evil people in this world. Sometimes I just don't know why we even try. Why don't we just let this world burn, it makes no difference anymore. These people don't appreciate us, in a few years they will have forgotten that she even existed, and still there will be evil people causing pain and suffering. I say let's let them, why should we be hurt because they can no longer control themselves.'

Gohan looked at his watch, it was almost time.
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"Ohyayo gozimaysu, minna, I missed you all so much." Bulma forced a small smile for her family.

"Well you could have seen us sooner if you had just let me fly you back instead of relying on this baka human technology." Snapped Vegita.

"Hey! I'll have you know I helped develop some of this technology."

"I know that, why do you think I called it baka?"

"Guess who gets to cuddle with Mr. Couch tonight?"

"Oh? And how exactly are you planning on making me stay there, hmmm onna?

'Look at them, even when she's arguing you can see the love in her eyes. How could I ever come between that? But this is my life and my father, I have a right to know. I'll ask her tonight after the funeral when we're alone, it's the best way'

By now the arguing couple was beginning to draw in a crowd of spectators, who ooh'd and ahh'd at each new insult.

"That's it nothing but capsule food for the next three months."

"Ooh."

"You mean I don't have to eat any of you cooking for the next three months? I thought this was supposed to be my punishment."

"Ahh!"

"Well you I hope you like cold showers because that food is going to be the only warm thing near you for the next three months."

"Ooh."

"Nani? You can't do that!"

"I can and I will, unless you're a good little Saya-jin and apologize right now."

"Ahh!"

"Alright fine, I'm sorry, there I said it, happy?

"Arigatou Vegita-chan!" Bulma squealed before giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Aww."

"Kawii."

"That's so romantic."

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

"What done already?"

"Alright that's it, shows over, come on. Bulma glared at the crowd, which wisely began to disperse. "Come on minna we've only got a half hour before the funeral starts."

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"Ashes to ashes dust to dust, amen." The minister intoned before tracing an invisible cross in front of his chest. May she rest in peace, and my we never forget her sacrifice.

Gohan had to admit there was one positive thing about all this, there weren't any news people constantly sticking microphones in peoples faces begging for comments, like there had been for the past few days. One of the many advantages of having the ability to fly was that they could have the actual burial on the other side of the world and not have to worry about anyone interrupting it. But still it was hard, not just for him but everyone was having trouble copping. It was just so sudden for all of them. You could tell from the way people were dressed, that most of them had quite obviously been rushed. Even Bulma wasn't looking her normal fashion alert self. After all look what she was wearing, those earrings with that outfit what was she thinking?

'Oh great, now I'm definitely nuts. Since when did I care about earrings? My mind must just be trying to distract me so I can try to get over this. Just like after the Cell games, but at least then I had baby Goten to occupy my time. Now I've got nothing, My little girl's all grown up and on her own, even if I don't approve of her choice in men I guess she has to make her own decisions now. But still I think this would be a lot easier if I had someone to talk to, but who would actually understand?'

Gohan looked up when he realized that the minister was no longer speaking. Actually it was very quiet; he looked around at the near empty field around him.

'Wow it looks like everybody's already left I must have been thinking longer than I thought.'

He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Bulma-san?"

"Look Gohan if you ever need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to ask." Bulma said gently before turning to leave.

"Actually...I...no never mind."

"What is it, look Gohan I said I'd be there for you, don't you believe me?"

"Of course it's just...you wouldn't mind just staying here with me for a while would you?"

"I would love to, Gohan-chan," she whispered gently.

'Gohan-chan? She hasn't called me that since I was a child or when we were...oh I get it. She wants to repay me for the kindness I gave her when she was down.'

"Arigatou Bulma-chan," he whispered back.

Bra watched from afar. Her father and brother had been the first to leave; they had already been off the ground before the final amen. She had stayed behind with her mother and the capsule jet.

'Could it be?' She wondered as she watched her mother and Gohan sit down side by side before the fresh grave. 'Mother how could you?'