Vegeta held his daughter close to him. The snow kept blowing and covered
most of his back and head. He closed his eyes and breathed into her frozen
green-blue hair. "Why?" He whispered hoarsely to himself. He remembered the
blissful moment when his always-cheerful daughter presented to him a gift.
Vegeta, at first, had pretended to be annoyed and ungrateful. But later when Bura left, he had shaken the gift gently and wondered curiously what it was. He had no gift to give her this Christmas.
"If only I knew." he thought guiltily, "if only I knew that this is her last Christmas." Vegeta levitated slightly off the snow with his daughter in his arms. He held her and kissed her frozen forehead.
"Let's go home", he said, wishing she could hear him. He flew against the murderous snow and wind with tremendous aggression and speed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vegeta had a hard time seeing where he was going, he almost ran into trees and buildings. "Damn!" He cursed bitterly as he managed to dodge them. He spotted a small private hospital and landed down heavily on the crusted snow.
Vegeta entered the warm room to meet with a stressed out secretary and a room full of sick people-sick and alive people. He marched up defiantly to her and demanded: "She's gone, but see what you can do." He balanced Bura gently in his arms as he saw a young doctor approach him.
"Yes, and what can I do for you?" The naïve physician asked.
Vegeta growled, "you idiot! There's nothing wrong with me! Take care of her!" He motioned to his daughter.
The doctor gasped and carried over a mobile bed. "Put her here!" He continued as Vegeta put Bura on the stiff mattress. "Now, please come with me and tell me what's happened", he finished.
The doctor stopped as Vegeta laid a hand on his shoulder, "don't, she's- she's gone." The doctor looked at him, startled, "alright then," he firmly, looking down. "then you'll have to fill out a death certificate."
Vegeta nodded knowingly and bit his lip. "Let me call my wife first." He told him. The doctor sighed and looked at him with pity, "I'm sorry", he said quietly. Vegeta turned and strode to the phone with tears burning in his eyes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hello?" Bulma answered, "Bulma, it's me." Came the other voice. "Oh, Vegeta....I....."
"I have to sign a death certificate", he cut her off. Bulma clutched the phone tighter in her hands and fell against the wall, exhausted. She slipped a hand through her hair. 'No,' she thought, 'this can't be happening to me. Not to me.'
"Bulma? Are you alright?" Vegeta said worriedly, "I don't want to sign two."
Bulma smiled painfully at the grim joke, "I'm not sure if I'm still alive. Maybe this is all a dream....." her voice trailed off.
"Shush, woman, she's dead and the dragonballs are used already
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have no idea what they were used for!)." Vegeta reminded her painfully. "We can go looking for them..."
Bulma grimaced slightly and tears spilled into her eyes, "no, she's going to have a proper end. No wishes." She said with a strong defiant tone.
Vegeta closed his eyes and sighed, "I understand, Bulma."
Vegeta hung up the phone and walked along with the doctor to a small dark room. He was sickened by the sights of happy Christmas decorations and pictures of families-alive families together.
The doctor motioned to a piece of paper on his table, "sign on the doted line on the bottom of the page, please."
Vegeta leaned down and held the pen gently in his hand. "Cause of Death:" it read, Vegeta felt his eyes sting from the incoming tears as he wrote, "natural causes." He finished the rest of it with extreme care.
Before, it was as if she was still alive, but as he finished the certificate it was like he was announcing that her life was over, a role that did not belong to him. "Show me the exit." Vegeta demanded quietly after putting the pen down slowly.
The doctor nodded and gave him another pitiful look. "This way", he motioned.
Vegeta walked out the hospital and flew home. He needed this time to think everything over. He needed this time to remember her. Remember her hugs, kisses and annoying yet lovable habits. When he reached home, once Bura's home too; Vegeta paused at the door. When he would open the door, he would have to start a new life, a new relationship with his remaining child.
Instead, Bulma flung open the door and flew into his arms, crying.
"Oh, Vegeta," she sobbed, "it's all over, isn't it?" Vegeta resisted the tears, yet he could not help himself. "Yeah," He whispered, "it's all over."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
(Many years later)
Trunks walked along the graveyard's path way alone. He held a bouquet of lilies, Bura's favorite flowers. It had been 7 years since the two siblings last saw each other. And the hole that was drilled into his and his parents hearts was still fresh and bleeding. He squatted in front of Bura's plot. It was still unbelievable that she was gone. He bit his bottom lip, laid the flowers gently on the stone and the weeds and crab grass away from the tombstone.
He touched the cold stone, it read: "The Angel the World Never Knew." The truth of this message was overwhelming. Trunks nodded respectfully and stood up.
He walked away slowly. As he did so, he thought he saw a flash of Bura's laughing face over at the corner of his eye.
He turned and saw Bura smiling at him, she was standing beside her tombstone. She blew a kiss to him and grinned. She looked so real, so beautiful.
"Bura?" Trunks whispered, he blinked quickly and looked over at the same spot, but saw nothing.
He then saw something that wasn't there before: a piece of mistletoe. It sat where the image of Bura stood.
Trunks nodded understandingly as his old and painful tears flowed over his cheeks. "I'll tell them, Bura. I'll tell them that you're alright." He stopped and wiped his eyes, "that now everything is alright."
Vegeta, at first, had pretended to be annoyed and ungrateful. But later when Bura left, he had shaken the gift gently and wondered curiously what it was. He had no gift to give her this Christmas.
"If only I knew." he thought guiltily, "if only I knew that this is her last Christmas." Vegeta levitated slightly off the snow with his daughter in his arms. He held her and kissed her frozen forehead.
"Let's go home", he said, wishing she could hear him. He flew against the murderous snow and wind with tremendous aggression and speed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vegeta had a hard time seeing where he was going, he almost ran into trees and buildings. "Damn!" He cursed bitterly as he managed to dodge them. He spotted a small private hospital and landed down heavily on the crusted snow.
Vegeta entered the warm room to meet with a stressed out secretary and a room full of sick people-sick and alive people. He marched up defiantly to her and demanded: "She's gone, but see what you can do." He balanced Bura gently in his arms as he saw a young doctor approach him.
"Yes, and what can I do for you?" The naïve physician asked.
Vegeta growled, "you idiot! There's nothing wrong with me! Take care of her!" He motioned to his daughter.
The doctor gasped and carried over a mobile bed. "Put her here!" He continued as Vegeta put Bura on the stiff mattress. "Now, please come with me and tell me what's happened", he finished.
The doctor stopped as Vegeta laid a hand on his shoulder, "don't, she's- she's gone." The doctor looked at him, startled, "alright then," he firmly, looking down. "then you'll have to fill out a death certificate."
Vegeta nodded knowingly and bit his lip. "Let me call my wife first." He told him. The doctor sighed and looked at him with pity, "I'm sorry", he said quietly. Vegeta turned and strode to the phone with tears burning in his eyes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hello?" Bulma answered, "Bulma, it's me." Came the other voice. "Oh, Vegeta....I....."
"I have to sign a death certificate", he cut her off. Bulma clutched the phone tighter in her hands and fell against the wall, exhausted. She slipped a hand through her hair. 'No,' she thought, 'this can't be happening to me. Not to me.'
"Bulma? Are you alright?" Vegeta said worriedly, "I don't want to sign two."
Bulma smiled painfully at the grim joke, "I'm not sure if I'm still alive. Maybe this is all a dream....." her voice trailed off.
"Shush, woman, she's dead and the dragonballs are used already
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have no idea what they were used for!)." Vegeta reminded her painfully. "We can go looking for them..."
Bulma grimaced slightly and tears spilled into her eyes, "no, she's going to have a proper end. No wishes." She said with a strong defiant tone.
Vegeta closed his eyes and sighed, "I understand, Bulma."
Vegeta hung up the phone and walked along with the doctor to a small dark room. He was sickened by the sights of happy Christmas decorations and pictures of families-alive families together.
The doctor motioned to a piece of paper on his table, "sign on the doted line on the bottom of the page, please."
Vegeta leaned down and held the pen gently in his hand. "Cause of Death:" it read, Vegeta felt his eyes sting from the incoming tears as he wrote, "natural causes." He finished the rest of it with extreme care.
Before, it was as if she was still alive, but as he finished the certificate it was like he was announcing that her life was over, a role that did not belong to him. "Show me the exit." Vegeta demanded quietly after putting the pen down slowly.
The doctor nodded and gave him another pitiful look. "This way", he motioned.
Vegeta walked out the hospital and flew home. He needed this time to think everything over. He needed this time to remember her. Remember her hugs, kisses and annoying yet lovable habits. When he reached home, once Bura's home too; Vegeta paused at the door. When he would open the door, he would have to start a new life, a new relationship with his remaining child.
Instead, Bulma flung open the door and flew into his arms, crying.
"Oh, Vegeta," she sobbed, "it's all over, isn't it?" Vegeta resisted the tears, yet he could not help himself. "Yeah," He whispered, "it's all over."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
(Many years later)
Trunks walked along the graveyard's path way alone. He held a bouquet of lilies, Bura's favorite flowers. It had been 7 years since the two siblings last saw each other. And the hole that was drilled into his and his parents hearts was still fresh and bleeding. He squatted in front of Bura's plot. It was still unbelievable that she was gone. He bit his bottom lip, laid the flowers gently on the stone and the weeds and crab grass away from the tombstone.
He touched the cold stone, it read: "The Angel the World Never Knew." The truth of this message was overwhelming. Trunks nodded respectfully and stood up.
He walked away slowly. As he did so, he thought he saw a flash of Bura's laughing face over at the corner of his eye.
He turned and saw Bura smiling at him, she was standing beside her tombstone. She blew a kiss to him and grinned. She looked so real, so beautiful.
"Bura?" Trunks whispered, he blinked quickly and looked over at the same spot, but saw nothing.
He then saw something that wasn't there before: a piece of mistletoe. It sat where the image of Bura stood.
Trunks nodded understandingly as his old and painful tears flowed over his cheeks. "I'll tell them, Bura. I'll tell them that you're alright." He stopped and wiped his eyes, "that now everything is alright."