Goodbye Bulma

I have to go
Goodbye my friends
My life must now
Come to an end

I've learned alot
You've changed my life
So say goodbye
To my dear wife

And tell my son
My boy Trunks
I do love him
He's not a punk

And please tell Bra
My little one
I'm sorry I
Was never fun

I have to go
And save the world
I love my wife
My boy and girl

I have to make
A sacrafice
I'll kill myself
To save you guys

Goodbye, my son
You little brat
I love you, Bra
You should know that

And Bulma dear
I love you so
Goodbye, my wife
I have to go


Author's note: OK! OK OK OK!!!!! I know Bra wasn't born for a couple years after this! JEEZ!! Can't I write something a little bit A/U? LEAVE ME ALONE! *cries*