Killing Me Softly, Part Four (the end)



I unfortunately do not own DBZ/GT. It's sad, I know. I also do not own the song "Killing Me Softly." I don't know who wrote it or the music but Roberta Flack sings it.


Quick A/N: REwrite of Part four cuz I ended it in here. Skip the beginning if ya want cuz little is changed but the ending is sad. A real tear-jerker for some. So I'll shut up now, but in case somebody doesn't gets what I'm saying, this is the end!! Ciao people!!


Killing Me Softly, Part Four (end)
by: Ashley



Strumming my pain with his fingers,
singing my life with his words,
killing me softly with his song,
killing me softly with his song,
telling my whole life with his words,
killing me softly with his song




Gohan knocked on Bra's door. "Hello? Bra, are you home? Bra?!" He called again a few more times, getting louder with each knock. He twisted the knob and was surprised that it turned. 'This isn't like her. She never keeps the door open,' he thought a bit worried.

He walked into the dark apartment. "Bra! Where are you?" He was getting more paranoid that she didn't answer him. "Bra!" he yelled from time to time. He bumped into a table while heading for her room. 'Huh?' he thought when four envelopes fell off. He looked at them and shoved them in his back pocket for later. His feet finally found the right way to her room. He hesitated before knocking on her bedroom door. 'Something does not feel right about this,' he thought. "Bra, are you in there?" His only answer was a dead silence. Carefully he pushed the door further open.

Gohan looked around the fairly dim room. His eyes went across the large canopy bed. "Bra? Is that you?" he half whispered.

Gohan advanced towards the bed a little. He felt the frog jumping up and down in his stomach waiting to be let out. "Bra?" he whispered again. His eyes looked down at the small curled up form mixed up in the black sheets. He reached for her body caressing it lightly.

"Bra? Are you sleeping?" His breath grew ragged and raspy. This was the same feeling he had when he felt Videl slipping away from him. He rubbed her hand gently but pulled away when he felt a warm, sticky, liquid on his hands. "What the..." His eyes grew big when he saw the color of his hands. "Bra!! Bra, wake up!!!"



Trunks rolled over to his side when the phone rang. 'Who could be calling me this early?' He felt Marron stir beside him, but he didn't pay attention to her. He picked up the phone after the third ring. "Hello?"


Gohan held the phone shakily in his hands as he tried to make out the words to Trunks. He tried his best not to look at the barely breathing person in his arms. "Trunks..."


Trunks wiped the sleep from his eyes when he recognized the voice on the other line. "Gohan? You don't sound right, is something wrong?"


He stroked her hair and clenched his eyes shut. "Trunks, be at the hospital as soon as you can. I can't talk for long because I think she's slipping away from me."


Trunks began to panic but not really knowing why. "Gohan, what's going on?!"


"I really don't know. I-I... I think Bra stabbed herself and there's a lot of blood loss. I'm on my way to the hospital right now. Talk to you until then."


Before Trunks could respond to that, the line went dead. He looked at the phone trying to piece together what he just heard. "Oh shit," he mumbled under his breath.

Marron rolled over. Her long blonde hair draped over the two. "What was that all about?"

He sighed and rose up off the bed. "I can't explain everything now, but I will later. Bra stabbed herself. Gohan's taking her to the hospital. Call your uncle and tell him to meet me there. I'll call my mom," he said in a rush. He looked straight at her when he was off the bed. "I want you to stay here with Carmen. Things are gonna get ugly and I don't want you two around when that happens." He bent down and kissed her forehead. "I'll try and be home before noon if things are better." He grabbed some clothes and walked out of the house.

Marron laid in bed thinking about what he just said. 'Why would she stab herself? What's going on?' she thought while dialing her uncle's number. She gave him the details and hung up afterwards. She looked at the clock and decided it was best going to sleep until she knew the real trouble of her sister-in-law.



Gohan paced the hallway of the emergency rooms. When he arrived at the front desk with an almost dead woman in his arms they took her away from him quickly. The hospital aide shoved a bunch of forms in his face to fill out. He filled out what he could and turned them in. All of that happened thirty minutes ago.

'Where the hell is Trunks?! They won't let me know anything about what's going on without him! I need to know what's going on!'' He stopped his pacing for the first time since he had gotten there to take a break. At the front desk he heard someone mumble Bra's name and his head jerked in that direction thinking that it was Trunks. What he saw was not what he expected.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Juunana-gou turned in the direction of the familiar but annoying voice of the person who took his girl away from him. He looked at him for a while before turning around and sitting in a chair in the corner.

Gohan seemed a little surprised that he didn't make any comment, but there was no was no way he was going to let this rest. "I'm talking to you? Is your battery dead or is it that you just can't hear me?"

There was a deep sigh from the other figure in the room. "I don't see the need to. I'm here for the same reason you are. What else do I have to say?"

Gohan looked at Juunana with a new shaded light. 'At least he cares for her, but not the way that I do.' He hung his head not caring to say anything else after that.



Trunks stumbled into the hospital with a T-shirt and baggy jeans. He stopped at the desk to ask for the update on his sister before heading to where Gohan was. He looked around the room with a heavy stomach. He spotted his in-law in a corner with a fixed look on the wall. He walked away quickly from him, knowing that look in his eyes.

Gohan looked up to see Trunks standing in front of him. A small smile came on his tired face. At least now he would know how Bra was doing. "Is she any better?"

Trunks felt his mouth go dry and hang off of his jaw for a while. He regained his senses and looked over Gohan to Juunana-gou. He had that same worried look in his eyes but it didn't have as much emotion as Gohan's did. His eyes tore away from Juunana back to Gohan. "Um, they just finished the operation on her internal injuries. She had a hole in her stomach and tears in her other organs. She's stable though, I think. They say if she makes it through the next night, she'll live." He looked away from the other two men. He couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. He wasn't supposed to talk about his sister this way. Bra had too much life in her, why did she do this?


Gohan didn't blink. This was not happening. This was not happening to him! 'I just lost Videl. Why do I have to lose someone else when I just got her! It's not fair!' he thought trying to suppress his anger, grief, and sadness.

Juunana wasn't doing any better. It was some time before he could turn away from Trunks. 'It wasn't supposed to be this way. We were going to stay together forever. We were going to have fun and just be together.'' His head fell into his hands and he trembled slightly. He could care less about who saw him in such a weak stage. He wanted her well and smiling again. 'I don't care if she picks him. I just want her to never do anything this stupid again,'' he thought. He raised his head up to look at the other two men in the room. 'I really don't care if she picks him. This is too close to losing her and I don't want to know what it's really like if I actually did lose her.'' A small smile came on his grief-stricken face. Even when she was near death, she made him feel things that were not common for him.

He stared at the tiled floor for some time before finally braking the dreadful silence. "Does anyone know why she did what she did?" There he finally asked the question that had been bugging him ever since he found out about her condition.

Gohan wanted to slam his fist into something. The same question had been running through his mind since he found her blood covered body. He finally answered the question after a few minutes. "I don't know why. When I found her I found these letters on a table." He reached in his back pocket to pull out the slightly bloody envelopes. He tossed one to each of the men. He stared at the envelope in his hands. "She planned this." It was more of a statement than a comment. He turned the envelope over and looked at it. His smeared red fingerprints shown lightly on the white paper. He looked at the fingerprints before shoving the envelope back into his pocket.

Trunks looked at his friend with slight curiosity. "Why didn't you rip open the letter? Don't you want to know what happened to her?"

Gohan looked up to meet Trunks's eyes. They were so much like hers. He shook his head to clear it. "I don't know why. I guess it's the same reason you're not opening yours."

Trunks looked at Gohan with a blank face for a second. "No, it's not," he said quietly. He sat down heavily in an empty seat. He turned the envelope over and over again as if to examine it. "I know why she did it. I think he does too." He looked down at his hands to escape from looking at Gohan.


Juunana went through the letter quickly. He folded it back up and stuffed it back into the envelope. He looked up when he heard Trunks's comment directed towards him. "Hn?"

Gohan looked at the two. "What are you two not telling me? Is it about Bra? What's going on?"

Juunana sighed in disgust at the monkey. 'Just when I actually thought he had some sense,' he thought. "Of course it's about Bra. Who else would we be talking about?"

Gohan ignored the cyborg and focused on Trunks. "You know why she did what she did?"

Trunks nodded. "She's afraid of bonds," he said like it was obvious.

Juunana held a hand to his head to prevent an oncoming headache. 'I can't believe I am stuck with these two,' he thought irritated by the others in the room. "Did she ever tell you that? She would rather kill herself than go through a bond."

Gohan felt his blood go dry. His skin paled and his eyes seemed dilated. It was some time before he could react from the shock. 'He's kidding. Bra's not like that. Even he should know better.' His shocked face was replaced by a smile. "You're kidding. Bra's not like that. She would have told me if she was."

Juunana was again taken on how stupid the other man was. 'If she does pick him over me, I want an explanation. It's not possible for someone to be this stupid.' He shook his head. "Idiot. Do you honestly think that's a thing people should be telling others?"

Gohan looked at Trunks for another answer. When he received nothing he shook his head sadly. "You two are wrong. She has never been that way around me. I would have known!"

"And just how long would that have been? You two were only together for a week." Juunana rose up off of his seat. This man was getting on his nerves. He walked casually over to him with a straight face. "She's been that way for about as long as I have known her. It started when your dumbass brother dumped her. Then other problems that she probably wouldn't have told you. When her mother didn't show up at her graduation, it didn't help her any."

Gohan stared up in horror at Juunana. "You're not serious. She would have told me. I know she would have."

"When things like that happen, it's not something to be talking about. Since you know her so well, you should know she hates pity. Don't think about it. She doesn't, so why should you?"

Gohan trembled slightly. "I can't help but feel sorry about her! I just found out the girl I love is suicidal because she's getting too close to me. What the hell am I suppose to feel? I even feel responsible for why she's here."

Trunks intervened between the two men. He shot a look at Juunana to let him know that he would handle this. He turned away from the cyborg to the older man. "Gohan, did Bra ever explain the bonds to you?"

'What the hell does bonds have to do with her being in the hospital?' he thought. "What?!"

"I don't know much about them, because I've never been bonded, but they scare the hell out of her. They make you vulnerable if your mate is hurt in any way. You care too much and I guess they make you soft. I guess that's why she did what she did so she wouldn't be bonded to you." Trunks kept his eyes locked on his face.

Gohan frowned and shook his head. "You mean, if I wasn't bonded to her, she would be okay?"

"Basically yeah," Juunana said. He smirked at Trunks. 'He couldn't have possibly thought that I would leave that alone.'

Trunks turned around after glaring at his in-law. "It's not your fault entirely. It happens to everyone who bonds. Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault."

Gohan ignored him. It was his fault. There was no way around it. It was his fault she was here. It was his fault she stabbed herself. It was his fault that they bonded. He looked up to meet Trunks's eyes. "Whatever," he said a bit drowsily. There was nothing Trunks could say that would change his mind. "She's not going to die, is she?"

Trunks was silent for a few minutes before finally answering. "They don't know. We'll know later today."



Bulma speeded towards the hospital. 'I knew I should have tried harder for her forgiveness! It's all my fault! I should have been there for her! I never should have neglected her. She's in there because of me. I just know it! How can she forgive me if she's dead! Why did she do this!' Her thoughts were racing around her head as she pulled into a parking place. She jumped out the car and ran to the ER rooms.

Bulma looked around the waiting room for her son. She spotted him pacing near two other men. "Trunks!"


Trunks turned at the sound of her voice. A bitter smile came across his face. 'She better be here for the right reasons and not for her own,' he thought as he walked to his mother to give her a hug.

"Trunks! Is everything okay with her? She's not as bad as I think she is, is she?"

Trunks tightened his grasp on his mother. He smiled slightly. 'At least she's here for the right reasons.' He sighed deeply before answering her. "We really don't know yet."


A young man in scrubs walked into the waiting room. "May I see the 'Bra Briefs' party?" He watched as four strangers walked over to him. He flipped through some pages in his folder. "She's still critical. Anything can happen now, so we just got to wait for the outcome. You can see her but she can slip into and out of a coma. She's lost a lot of blood and we're trying to find her blood type but it's hard. She's had this bad cough, but we don't know if it's worth looking into yet. If you would like to see her, follow me." He tucked a few loose papers into his folder before walking off.


The four looked at each other speechless that his was really happening to them. Without saying a word, the four followed the intern to find out the outcome of Bra.



The intern slowed down when he came to a set of doors. "Let me check on her, before you go in." He opened the door and stepped in as quietly as he could. When he came out he changed the name charts on the outside of the door. "She's still critical but I think she can see visitors. She's talking, but not well. I think she asked for someone named Juu or Juuann." He looked at the four for a reaction. When a teenager with shoulder length black hair stepped forward he moved aside. "I think she's not doing as well as I would like her to so, I only want one at a time to see her." He filled out something else on her chart before leaving the four.


Juunana waited until the fake doctor was out of sight. 'At least she wants to see me first. That means something, doesn't it?' He shook his head and opened the door cautiously before closing it behind him.

"Bra?" he whispered. He walked closer to her. There were tubes and machines all around her. She looked so small lying there in the bed that it was sad. Juunana swallowed the rising lump in his throat and inched his way closer to her. "Bra?"


Bra felt like crap. She swallowed the rising blood coming up her throat. Her head leaned to the left. 'If I ever survive this...'


Juunana looked at her with an unusual pain shooting up his back. He ignored the pain and stepped closer to her. When he saw her up close the pain came harder. He shook it off as fatigue and wiped a few stray locks out of her face. "You are so stupid. What were you thinking?"


'I did do this for a reason. It's not my fault I fell for two guys. One sweetheart and one arrogant jackass. If I had my strength, I'd kill you Juu-kun,' she thought. Her eyes glazed up in a weak effort to glare up at him. She struggled to sit up on her elbows and look up at him. "Juunana," she coughed out. She pushed her away from him when he tried to help her. "Leave me alone," she wheezed.


Juunana took his hands away from her like he had been burned. "Bra," he said sternly before pushing her back to the bed.


Bra hit her pillows hard and looked up at him with glazed eyes. "Don't baby me." She struggled to sit up to prove her point that she didn't give a damn about what he said.


Juunana sighed deeply. How was he supposed to watch after her when the doctors had given her a heavy dosage of girlpower? "I'm not trying to baby you. I want you to get better and never do something as stupid as this ever again."


"I didn't ask for your help."


A low, frustrated sigh escaped his mouth. This meeting was going nowhere. "Why would you call me here, if you didn't want me to come?"


Bra tried to exhale but a tired and sickly cough came out. 'I just wanted to see if what I did mattered anything at all to you! You self-centered jackass! Why can't you at least drop the 'I am better than this' attitude when I am on my damn deathbed!' She glazed over at him again and tried her best at a glare. "I just wanted to know if it mattered to you."

He crossed his arms and snorted at her comment. "You know it matters. I wouldn't have came if it didn't."

His answer didn't satisfy Bra. "So why are you here? Are you here because you want to or because you need to?"

"I need to be here! Dammit Bra, what the hell you want me to do now? Go get a knife and shove through my guts? I came because..." He had to catch himself. He almost told her. That would have given her too much power if he told her now, despite her condition.

Bra's heart monitor increased then went into a steady pattern jumping every now and then. After some time she turned her glassy eyes away from him. "Just forget it."

Juunana wondered briefly if he made her upset. He shrugged off the unusual feeling knowing that if he did, she would have told him. "I'll come again tomorrow." He kissed her forehead and left her room.

Bra wheezed again. She almost laughed at his comment. 'Not if I die first,' she thought bitterly.


When Juunana exited out of the room he looked at the door a a second before turning around to face the others. He made sure to keep a close check on his emotions. Something just told him that things didn't go the way he wanted. He turned around and when his eyes caught Gohan's he smirked.

Gohan stopped pacing to catch Juunana's eyes. His frowned deepened at his haughty smirk. 'What the hell went on in there?!' When the cyborg was out of sight he turned to the other two. "I'm going in there."

Bulma dropped back down into her seat. She had known Gohan long enough to recognize that tone in his voice. "Please don't stay long."


Gohan opened the door to her room and closed it quietly behind him. He scanned the room for her body. When he spotted her in a bed by the window he felt his eyes dampen. She was hooked up to different kind of machines and IV's. As he walked closer he noticed the different tubes running in and out of her body. Her hair wasn't the same bright blue that he had come to love, but a dull turquoise. Her skin was pale and you could see the veins popping out in her arms, neck, and face. His hand reached out to touch her to make sure that this wasn't some kind of bad dream. His stored tears dropped slowly and splashed down on her cool skin. 'She already looks dead. She doesn't look the same. What did they do to her?' he thought sadly.

"Gohan?"

He smiled and wiped the few tears he had shed for her away. "Yeah?"

She tried to turn to him and resisted the help he offered her. When she finally did she smiled weakly up at him. 'Ah, I still feel like shit. When are they gonna pull the plug. I'm not going to survive this. I don't want to survive this.' She coughed a few times. When her spell was done she just laid there looking up at him.

Gohan felt his stomach knot up. He leaned down to make sure what he thought he saw was right. Much to his displeasure, it was. "Bra, I just want to tell you again that I love you and you're going to pull through this. We are going to live for a long time together. I know it. So just promise me you will hang on."

Bra coughed up some more blood and shook her head. "I can't promise you that." She began coughing again more and more. The tiny drops of blood got bigger and bigger. Despite the obvious pain she was going through she still talked. "Sue this place when I die. They gave me the wrong diagnosis." She smiled and reached out for his hand. "Take care of yourself and don't blame yourself about whatever happens to me. I meant to say this sooner, but you know what it is. I don't want to be mushy, so I'm just going to have to assume you know what I want to say. I care a lot for you and you know.." she gave him a weak but genuine smile.

Even though she was coughing up blood and probably dying in his arms right then, he couldn't leave her. She just told him she loved him, in so many words, and that she was thinking about how he felt even though she was slipping. "Nothing is going to happen to you. When you get better, we are getting engaged or something. I don't care if you don't want to or that I must be stupid, or even if you think you still love that damn machine, I don't want to lose you again. I just got you Bra, I can't lose you now."

Bra squeezed his hand lightly as her body racked with coughs. Gohan looked down at the girl of his dreams and wanted to cry again. She was practically dying right in front of him. He leaned down and kissed her before rushing out of the room to get medical attention.

When she saw Gohan running out of her daughter's room, Bulma panicked. "Gohan! She's not going to die! She can't die!" Trunks immediately ran to his mother's aide. He felt the tears sting the back of his eyes as he rocked with his mother.

"It's okay okassan. She's not going to die. She's too young. You know she's not." As he said it, he tried to convince himself that this was not really happening. The doctors said she could live! She was going to survive this so he could kick her ass for worrying him so much. After about two minutes of rocking and trying to calm his mother down, the hospital intercoms were calling doctors to her room. Three doctors and some nurses rushed past them into her room and a while later they came out with a bed and a sheet draped over the top.

A young, pretty nurse grabbed Bra Briefs clipboard. "Time, doctor?"

"Patient pronounced dead 7:42 A.M."

At those words Bulma wailed and reached out for the bed. "My baby! She's gone! My baby girl! Oh my goodness! What did I do to deserve this!"

Trunks released his mother. He tried his best to stay calm and not get overreacted. His baby sister was gone. There was no way she could come back. He looked at the covered body and turned away quickly. He couldn't handle this. He bowed down and cupped his face in his hands as he cried for his only sister.

Gohan walked back to where Bra's room was. His heart stopped when he saw Bulma being held down by meds and nurses and Trunks crying in a corner. Time seemed to stop for him when they tried to wheel a feminine figure away from the hysterical woman. When the bed turned and a few strands of blue hair spilled from beneath the sheet his hand clutched his heart. She wasn't supposed to die. Not yet. 'This isn't happening again. I just lost Videl now Bra. Why is it always me?'

Bulma managed to get out of the MD's grasp in time to catch Gohan. She started yelling at him in a need to blame her death on someone. "It's your fault! She would have never done this if it hadn't been for you! My daughter is dead because of you! How could you?!" She dropped to her knees and cried again. Bra was dead.



The funeral was three days after her death. It was a nice funeral. When it was Gohan's turn to view the body he was stuck there. She was as beautiful in life as she was in death. She wore a simple but elegant black dress with her hair made into soft blue curls. She didn't look like the sick woman he had seen earlier that week. She looked healthy and just gorgeous. He barely realized that Yamucha and Goten had to drag him away from her. He resisted but not too much because he probably would have taken her out of the box. He looked back again and noticed the black, silk rose he gave her when he came back from his trip was in her hands. He went to his knees and cried at the sight. 'The last love of my life is gone. Why can't I die now?'

Goten pulled his brother up with a heavy heart. He was upset about her death, but not as upset as he is. 'He really loved her. It's such a shame though, I wish I could help him out, but I wouldn't know what to do.'

Juunana sat in the back. He couldn't bring himself through the pain of seeing her there. 'I don't see how he could do it. That's like walking into a fight blind.' He thought about his lost girl for a moment before turning and leaving. 'I should have told her I loved her. Now it's too late.'



Pan and Ubuu made sure to get Gohan away from there before they buried her in the ground. All three of them got in the car and drove to Capsule Corperation to send their condolences to the family. Ubuu kept his eye on the road even though he wanted to end Pan's grief for her friend. He knew this must have been hard for her, but it probably didn't compare to what Gohan was feeling at the moment.

"We're here," he said melancholy.

Pan stepped out of the car and went to his arms. When she saw her father get out, she felt so sorry for him. He really looked his age if not older just right then. It hurt her a little to know that he wasn't like this when her mother died, but she knew it was just a jealous feeling over nothing. "Daddy, I really am sorry."

He just nodded at her and walked past the two. He didn't want to be near anyone. He walked in the house and around the various people eating and drinking to get to the backyard. When he got there he sat down hard on the porch. He had no more tears. There was nothing else for him to do now except move on. "Bra, why did you have to do this? I would rather you be with him than be gone" he whispered to himself.


Bulma watched him from the window. He looked like he wanted to be there with her daughter. She came out and touched him on the shoulder. "Are you feeling any better?"

Gohan jumped at the sound of another voice. He relaxed a little when he saw Bulma's face. He didn't want to talk to her, because of the things she said about him after she heard the news. "No."

Bulma frowned. "I'm sorry about what happened at the hospital. I was just upset. My baby is gone. But what makes me so upset about it is, we never got to resolve our differences. I wanted to tell her I was sorry. I didn't know I was going to be too late. I just wish she knew I only wanted the best for her. I didn't want her to fall in and out of love at such a young age. It hurts, I know from experience. But... well, you know how she is."

He nodded, but didn't say anything.

"I know now that you really loved her. Maybe if I stayed out of her business she would still be here. Maybe we would be able to get along. I don't know, but I just think I'm the one who caused all of this."

He laid his hand over hers. "It's not your fault. It's mine. I should have never asked her to pick between me and Juunana. Maybe if I didn't, she would still be here," with me hopefully, but he didn't say it.

Bulma tapped his shoulders. "We'll never know. We can't blame ourselves for the rest of our lives. It just makes you have more grey hairs." She smiled at him. "Don't worry Gohan, we'll understand it better as time goes by. At least that is what Vegeta said. He told her, she must have did what she did for a reason, and a damn good one because she's his daughter. I don't understand it, but it must make some sense if that is what he kept telling himself to keep him from breaking down. I'm going to go in now, don't stay out here too long."

Gohan was about to slump back into his thinking until Carmen came to sit beside him.

"What's wrong Gohan-san?"

He looked beside him and sighed. 'Why can't I just be left alone to feel sorry for myself?!' He managed to smile at the small girl. "Hey Carmen." When she smiled at him he was once again reminded at how much she looked like her aunt.

"Do you miss her?"

His smile faded quickly at the question. He was quiet for a while before answering quiety. "More than anything. I will always love her and I know I'm going to think about her for the rest of my life."

She nodded and turned away. "Don't blame yourself, she wouldn't want that."

He nodded again. "It's going to be hard not to."

"Why is it hard. Just think about the good times you had together. If you had died, would she blame herself?"

"No." He was surprised at how fast it came out, but it was true. She would feel sorry and regretful, but Bra would not have blamed herself. He thought about it for a while before turning and looking at Carmen. "You're a smart four-year old."

She smiled. "Naw, my grandmother told me to use common sense about things because it's easier to recognizee than looking at it the logical way. Uncle Juu-san told me the same thing too."

He nodded at her words. It was hard to believe that he was getting advice from a four-year old girl, but she seemed the only one who didn't feel sorry for him. "Thanks Carmen."

"You're welcome. You want me to tell you a story about what auntie Bra did for me?"

He nodded 'yes'. He had nothing else to do, plus it would get him out of his own self pity. "Yeah, go ahead."

She smiled and began telling him about this weird song that she used to always sing for her. "She would always sing this song and tell me it was the story of her life. She said a song would kill her one day." She turned and looked at him strangely for a minute.

Gohan looked at her as if he had seen a ghost. "Carmen?"

Carmen smiled at him and continued her story.


Strumming my pain with his fingers,
singing my life with his words,
killing me softly with his song,
killing me softly with his song,
telling my whole life with his words,
killing me softly with his song



I AM DONE!! YAY!! This story is done, finished, and whatever else ya wanna say about it!! Sorry if the ending seems rushed, but I was running out of ideas. I want to thank every single person who reviewed and emailed me. Thanks so much!! All of the questions and the pushing me, made me get it finished since I was planning on ending it after part 1. I hope ya liked the ending cuz I made it where I can pick up on it whenever I'm bored. Sorry to those looking for a happy ending but I can't think of anything happy. Sorry to 17/B fans and B/G fans looking for a hook up. But death seemed the best thing to do here to even out the romance. But if you really hate it, write a happier ending. I don't care. E-mail it to me and I'll even put it on my site. Just remember to give me credit for the idea. If you like this go read "Five Steps" cuz everybody has somebody (except Bulma) and it has a little 17/Bra/Gohan thing going on. And if you want to put it on your site, go ahead, I don't care. Just put my email addy and tell me so I can check it out. And I am gonna write another 17/Bra/Gohan fic (with a happy ending) sooner or later. Ciao people!!