Vegeta blinked through his tears and shook Bura's body. "Bura, wake up,
girl! Come on! Wake up! What's wrong, Bura?" He sobbed as he stopped
shaking her lifeless body.
He buried his face into her frozen hair and cried bitter tears. Vegeta touched his daughter's face gently, "come on, princess. Princess' don't die like this!" Getting no response, he picked up her body and looked up to the snow blowing sky.
"WHOEVER YOU ARE UP THERE, SAVE HER OR YOU WILL HAVE TO ANSWER TO ME!" Vegeta screamed through his freezing tears. "DO IT! DO it.." He stopped, his tears began to choke him. The wind muffled his cries and blew as fast as Trunks was flying. Princes weren't supposed to cry, especially Saiyans, but the pain Vegeta felt was unbearable. Memories of his daughter, laughing as a baby, pulling his hair as a toddler, and now, a beautiful youth unlocked themselves into his mind. He cried harder now, he will never be able to see his beautiful daughter in her wedding dress, as a mother and he will never see his grandchildren. The blizzard had taken all that away from him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Bulma toyed with her hair nervously. Something wasn't right. She heard a consecutive number of bangings on the front door. "Alright! I'm coming! Keep your pants on!" She called, trying to keep her voice perky and alive. She ran to the door and opened it quickly.
She gasped as she saw a nearly dead Goten in Trunks' arms.
"Bring him in, Trunks!" She cried as she grabbed a blanket and pillow. Trunks laid the sleepy Goten onto the couch and Bulma put a blanket over him. "Where's your father and sister?" Bulma asked the defrosting Trunks as she picked up the phone and was going to call the hospital.
"Mom, dad's with Bura." He stopped; he suddenly received an image of his father holding his seemingly sister's hand. "Bura, I don't think she..she made it." He stammered as his eyes began to sting from the incoming tears.
Bulma closed her eyes and bit her lip. "I knew it." She finally said. She turned back to him and called the hospital and asked for an ambulance or a small airplane ambulance to pick up a young man (Goten) and treat him for unconsciousness and severe frost bites. She kept her lips in a thin, straight line.
Trunks tried fighting back his sorrow, he looked at his mom. She was so brave. Her eyes were dry, yet her face held a twisted, sick look. He went over to the fireplace and dried his clothing and hands.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Goten was rushed to the nearest ER room and was treated along with the other suffering patients. Many other people had been injured in car accidents or broken bones due to the blizzard.
Trunks and Bulma went with Goten. The waited outside of the room where doctors and nurses were rushing about the halls, treating other patients.
A weary-eyed doctor came out and faced the mother and son. "You can go now," he told them gently, "he was lucky, though," he looked back into the room, "surviving without a jacket in that kind of weather...." his voice trailed off as he left them, going down the cold hallway.
Bulma sighed uncomfortably and glanced mournfully at the tacky tinsel hung up around the walls. They were supposed to spend Christmas together this year, with hot chocolate and Yuletide carols. Yet, death and the verge of death in the room surrounded them.
Trunks looked at his mom; she seemed dazed and dreaming. He put his hand on her shoulder and comforted her: "mom, I think we should go."
Bulma gazed at her son and sniffled lightly. "Alright", she replied hoarsely, not looking at him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When they reached the Brief's house, Trunks left Bulma downstairs. She was staring at the baby pictures of him and Bura with glazed eyes.
Trunks walked up the stairs slowly, how many times have I been up and down these stairs chasing after my little baby sister? He thought. He entered Bura's room quietly. It was as if nothing had changed, as if the world had stopped, and that Bura was going to come home, come home and shout at her brother to get out of her room. He remembered yesterday when Bura gasped happily at the finished Christmas tree Vegeta, Bulma and Trunks put together. Her face had lit up with unspeakable joy, yet, the picture of Bura's frozen face flashed in his mind, challenging the other one.
Bulma cradled the photograph of her little daughter. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks, and fell on the glass over the picture. "Oh, my little girl", she whispered. She sat on the couch and rolled herself into a ball, crying silently. She lifted her head and gazed at the door, she wished that it could open and she could see Bura's beautiful face again. "Merry Christmas, baby", she whispered as her tears moistened her dry cheeks.
He buried his face into her frozen hair and cried bitter tears. Vegeta touched his daughter's face gently, "come on, princess. Princess' don't die like this!" Getting no response, he picked up her body and looked up to the snow blowing sky.
"WHOEVER YOU ARE UP THERE, SAVE HER OR YOU WILL HAVE TO ANSWER TO ME!" Vegeta screamed through his freezing tears. "DO IT! DO it.." He stopped, his tears began to choke him. The wind muffled his cries and blew as fast as Trunks was flying. Princes weren't supposed to cry, especially Saiyans, but the pain Vegeta felt was unbearable. Memories of his daughter, laughing as a baby, pulling his hair as a toddler, and now, a beautiful youth unlocked themselves into his mind. He cried harder now, he will never be able to see his beautiful daughter in her wedding dress, as a mother and he will never see his grandchildren. The blizzard had taken all that away from him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Bulma toyed with her hair nervously. Something wasn't right. She heard a consecutive number of bangings on the front door. "Alright! I'm coming! Keep your pants on!" She called, trying to keep her voice perky and alive. She ran to the door and opened it quickly.
She gasped as she saw a nearly dead Goten in Trunks' arms.
"Bring him in, Trunks!" She cried as she grabbed a blanket and pillow. Trunks laid the sleepy Goten onto the couch and Bulma put a blanket over him. "Where's your father and sister?" Bulma asked the defrosting Trunks as she picked up the phone and was going to call the hospital.
"Mom, dad's with Bura." He stopped; he suddenly received an image of his father holding his seemingly sister's hand. "Bura, I don't think she..she made it." He stammered as his eyes began to sting from the incoming tears.
Bulma closed her eyes and bit her lip. "I knew it." She finally said. She turned back to him and called the hospital and asked for an ambulance or a small airplane ambulance to pick up a young man (Goten) and treat him for unconsciousness and severe frost bites. She kept her lips in a thin, straight line.
Trunks tried fighting back his sorrow, he looked at his mom. She was so brave. Her eyes were dry, yet her face held a twisted, sick look. He went over to the fireplace and dried his clothing and hands.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Goten was rushed to the nearest ER room and was treated along with the other suffering patients. Many other people had been injured in car accidents or broken bones due to the blizzard.
Trunks and Bulma went with Goten. The waited outside of the room where doctors and nurses were rushing about the halls, treating other patients.
A weary-eyed doctor came out and faced the mother and son. "You can go now," he told them gently, "he was lucky, though," he looked back into the room, "surviving without a jacket in that kind of weather...." his voice trailed off as he left them, going down the cold hallway.
Bulma sighed uncomfortably and glanced mournfully at the tacky tinsel hung up around the walls. They were supposed to spend Christmas together this year, with hot chocolate and Yuletide carols. Yet, death and the verge of death in the room surrounded them.
Trunks looked at his mom; she seemed dazed and dreaming. He put his hand on her shoulder and comforted her: "mom, I think we should go."
Bulma gazed at her son and sniffled lightly. "Alright", she replied hoarsely, not looking at him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When they reached the Brief's house, Trunks left Bulma downstairs. She was staring at the baby pictures of him and Bura with glazed eyes.
Trunks walked up the stairs slowly, how many times have I been up and down these stairs chasing after my little baby sister? He thought. He entered Bura's room quietly. It was as if nothing had changed, as if the world had stopped, and that Bura was going to come home, come home and shout at her brother to get out of her room. He remembered yesterday when Bura gasped happily at the finished Christmas tree Vegeta, Bulma and Trunks put together. Her face had lit up with unspeakable joy, yet, the picture of Bura's frozen face flashed in his mind, challenging the other one.
Bulma cradled the photograph of her little daughter. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks, and fell on the glass over the picture. "Oh, my little girl", she whispered. She sat on the couch and rolled herself into a ball, crying silently. She lifted her head and gazed at the door, she wished that it could open and she could see Bura's beautiful face again. "Merry Christmas, baby", she whispered as her tears moistened her dry cheeks.