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AUTHORS NOTE: I don't own DBZ or any thing in it. Some incidents that are mentioned in this story did not occur in the series. I made them up. This is kind of a story to go along with my other story, "He's Gone". Ja ne!

What I left Behind

Damn, I can't believe myself. Why'd I do that!?!?!?!?! I killed myself for the earth and it didn't work. I didn't help. That bastard
stayed alive. What makes it worse is thinking about what I left behind.

I left them behind. My wife. The beautiful angel who at first, other than Kakkorot, cared for me. ME! The Saiya-jin prince, who had blood of a thousand other races on his hands. I see images of her flashing in my mind.

My son. He didn't deserve this! He didn't need to be knocked out before his own father died.

I hugged Trunks before I left. I told him to be brave and take care of his mother. He better take care of his mother. I'm not going to stay here long.

I remember my last moments. I kept thinking of all the stupid things that woman put me through. The hospital, The pink shirt, teaching me how to drive. I miss her so much.

Do you know what really gets me mad? Buu. He was going to turn me into some candy! And he didn't even die! I wasted myself for nothing.

I guess It's all up to you, son. Make me proud. I know you're stronger than Buu. And even here, in hell, I can see that determined face of yours. You look so much like your mother when you do that.

My Bulma, Be brave, I shall return. Don't let that baka Yamucha get you. I'm coming back.

I still scold myself, though. For not thinking about what I was leaving behind. I miss what I left behind.