I never got to say goodbye

I never got to say goodbye.

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He stared at the mahogany coffin. Laying on it was and assortment of flowers and several pictures of a beautiful, turquoise hared women. Trunks stood by the coffin, his eyes red and puffy, and Bra sobbing into his shoulder. Vegeta stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, staring at the coffin. His eyes weren't stiff and angry like usual, but they were lost and confused like a small child. He looked the coffin up and down. She was gone, forever. He would never see his beautiful wife again. He thought of exactly what had happened.

Vegeta woke up early, ready to train. He looked over to her, she was breathing uneasily, that should have been a sign, but he paid no heed. He got up and dressed, with a last look at his wife he left the room.

He entered the kitchen, three hours later, and looked for Bulma. She was no where to be seen.

"Woman! I'm hungry!" He screamed. Silence.

"WOMAN!" He bellowed again. Where is she? He thought. He pounded up the stares and entered their large bedroom. Bulma still lay on the bed.

"Woman?" He said nervously. She didn't move. He walked to the bedside. She lay completely motionless. Vegeta began to breathe hard.

"B…Bulma?" He shook her shoulder softly. She was cold and stiff. He pulled his hand away. He didn't want to believe it. It couldn't be true.

"Please, Bulma, get up." He whimpered, blinking back tears and shaking her shoulder.

"No, please, no. Please…" Vegeta fell to his knees. "Please. Please. Please, no. Please." He clutched her clammy hand. "PLEASE!" He whined, shacking her hand. He began to shake furiously. "Noooooo… Please." He whispered. He pulled her lifeless body off the bed and into his lap. He let her head rest on his chest. He rocked back and forth whispering "please, no, please, please." He let the tears pour from his eyes and rubbed his face in her blue/gray hair.

"Nooooooooo…" he sobbed. "Bulma, I love you sooooo much. Please, you can't leave me. Not now, not yet.

"You were m...my life. You were what I…I was here for. I was put here to…to protect you, and l…love you. You can't just leave me." He sobbed uncontrollably. He looked up at the ceiling.

"GOD NOOOOOO! Bulma don't leave me. Oh God, please!" He sobbed at the ceiling. He buried his face in his dead wife's hair.

He removed his face and looked down at her. He sniffed and began to straighten out her hair, which was now matted and soaked from Vegeta's tears.

He forced a small smile, but the tears still dripped down his face. "I loved your hair. It was always so soft." He pulled her close to him and rested his chin on her head.

In his hand he clutched a short bit of Bulma's turquoise hair. He rubbed it against his cheek. He began to break down. His body shook and his knees went out. He fell to the ground sobbing. Trunks and Bra fell at his side, crying with him.

"She was everything, my whole life. I never told her how much I loved her." He sobbed. He looked up at the coffin and the tears began to flow even faster.

"I never… even… got to say…g… goodbye."