Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z is owned by the absolute genious Akira Toryama. I
do not own these characters, or make any prophet what-so-ever off of this
story. I write it out of respect for Akira, and his wonderful characters.
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Chapter Twelve; Deja-vu
Vegeta hadn't known what to do after Bulma died. He told Trunks to please do something. A crying Trunks had made a call, then Bulma had been taken away. It had been about four hours since then, and it was late. Vegeta had managed to collect his composure, and thought it was time he called Bra. He dialed her number, and it rung a couple of times.
"Hello.", she said.
"Um...Bra, it's me.", Vegeta said, trying to stop his voice from cracking, but failing.
"Dad? What's wrong? You don't sound good."
"I...have some bad news." He unintentionally breathed a haggered breath over the phone, as his eyes once again filled with tears.
"What's wrong?!"
"Honey." He had never called her that before, but couldn't help it. "Your mother is dead."
"What?", she asked quietly, crying over the phone, "Can I come over? Please.", she pleaded quietly.
"Sure. See you in a couple of minutes.", Vegeta said.
"Bye.", she said.
About fifteen minutes later, he heard the door open, and Bra came running in with tears in her eyes. Vegeta fell off of his chair because of the intense deja-vu. She looked EXACTLY like her mother had the day Mrs. Briefs had died. The scene was EXACTLY the same. She came up and hugged him.
"You know, Bra, I never noticed before exactly how much you look like your mother." He wasn't crying anymore. Although it was sheer will power that was barely stopping him. He knew that what Bra needed now was not some overgrown crybaby, but a strong parental figure to comfort her.
"No. How can she be dead? She wasn't that old, was she? I didn't even know she was sick.", Bra said.
"Niether did I, Bra. Don't worry. I know that the otherworld will be a happy place for her." He swallowed down his feelings, and managed to stop his tears again.
She looked at his face. "Dad, how is it that you never cry. How is it that you seem to get through everything bravely. I can't accuse you of not loving mom, but why won't you shed tears for her."
"You'll never know how much I cried for her.", he said, "And never question my love for her."
Trunks walked out, and joined in the embrace. It was at that point that he realized that he wasn't all alone. He still had two pieces of Bulma right here; Trunks and Bra; his children.
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Two days later...
The funeral had started. There were many people there; Kakarot and his family, Bulma's old byfriend, who was crying his eyes out over her, Vegeta and his children, and just some other various people who Vegeta didn't know too well.
Vegeta sat there, strait faced, while nearly everyone else cried all through the whole service.
When they lowered her into the grave, he almost lost it, but still managed to maintain his composure.
After the funeral was a party or something. Vegeta didn't really understand, but went. There was food being served, but even the Saiya-jins weren't eating. Vegeta was sitting in a dark corner alone when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Kakarot, and his family standing over him. "What do you want?", he asked bitterly.
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for your loss, and asked you if your going to be ok.", Kakarot said.
"Thankyou for your concern Kakarot, but I'm fine.", Vegeta said, amazed at how strait and sure he was able to make his voice.
"Your sure?", Kakarot said. Oh, that's right. Kakarot was the only person who really knew the depths of his love for Bulma. Kakarot had seen him cry over her.
Vegeta crossed his arms, and managed his classic smirk. "You expected me to be crying my eyes out?"
"Well, no, but..."
"Let's go, Goku.", his woman said, pulling him away. He stared with envious eyes at Kakarot's family as he left. His woman had been a strong and able warrior, and had atleast another fifteen, twenty years left in her, and he had a grangchild. Both of Vegeta's children were already pretty much too old to start families, being in thier early forties. They already showed more signs of aging than he did at seventy-eight years old. It was clear to him now that hybrids enherited the human lifespan, so they would leave him behind eventually also. What would he do then?
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From The Author: Whatever I write after this will probebly be sad. I'm sorry that I'm past all of the cute, romantic stuff, but there might be some more near the very end. Well, thanks, and please review.
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Chapter Twelve; Deja-vu
Vegeta hadn't known what to do after Bulma died. He told Trunks to please do something. A crying Trunks had made a call, then Bulma had been taken away. It had been about four hours since then, and it was late. Vegeta had managed to collect his composure, and thought it was time he called Bra. He dialed her number, and it rung a couple of times.
"Hello.", she said.
"Um...Bra, it's me.", Vegeta said, trying to stop his voice from cracking, but failing.
"Dad? What's wrong? You don't sound good."
"I...have some bad news." He unintentionally breathed a haggered breath over the phone, as his eyes once again filled with tears.
"What's wrong?!"
"Honey." He had never called her that before, but couldn't help it. "Your mother is dead."
"What?", she asked quietly, crying over the phone, "Can I come over? Please.", she pleaded quietly.
"Sure. See you in a couple of minutes.", Vegeta said.
"Bye.", she said.
About fifteen minutes later, he heard the door open, and Bra came running in with tears in her eyes. Vegeta fell off of his chair because of the intense deja-vu. She looked EXACTLY like her mother had the day Mrs. Briefs had died. The scene was EXACTLY the same. She came up and hugged him.
"You know, Bra, I never noticed before exactly how much you look like your mother." He wasn't crying anymore. Although it was sheer will power that was barely stopping him. He knew that what Bra needed now was not some overgrown crybaby, but a strong parental figure to comfort her.
"No. How can she be dead? She wasn't that old, was she? I didn't even know she was sick.", Bra said.
"Niether did I, Bra. Don't worry. I know that the otherworld will be a happy place for her." He swallowed down his feelings, and managed to stop his tears again.
She looked at his face. "Dad, how is it that you never cry. How is it that you seem to get through everything bravely. I can't accuse you of not loving mom, but why won't you shed tears for her."
"You'll never know how much I cried for her.", he said, "And never question my love for her."
Trunks walked out, and joined in the embrace. It was at that point that he realized that he wasn't all alone. He still had two pieces of Bulma right here; Trunks and Bra; his children.
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Two days later...
The funeral had started. There were many people there; Kakarot and his family, Bulma's old byfriend, who was crying his eyes out over her, Vegeta and his children, and just some other various people who Vegeta didn't know too well.
Vegeta sat there, strait faced, while nearly everyone else cried all through the whole service.
When they lowered her into the grave, he almost lost it, but still managed to maintain his composure.
After the funeral was a party or something. Vegeta didn't really understand, but went. There was food being served, but even the Saiya-jins weren't eating. Vegeta was sitting in a dark corner alone when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Kakarot, and his family standing over him. "What do you want?", he asked bitterly.
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for your loss, and asked you if your going to be ok.", Kakarot said.
"Thankyou for your concern Kakarot, but I'm fine.", Vegeta said, amazed at how strait and sure he was able to make his voice.
"Your sure?", Kakarot said. Oh, that's right. Kakarot was the only person who really knew the depths of his love for Bulma. Kakarot had seen him cry over her.
Vegeta crossed his arms, and managed his classic smirk. "You expected me to be crying my eyes out?"
"Well, no, but..."
"Let's go, Goku.", his woman said, pulling him away. He stared with envious eyes at Kakarot's family as he left. His woman had been a strong and able warrior, and had atleast another fifteen, twenty years left in her, and he had a grangchild. Both of Vegeta's children were already pretty much too old to start families, being in thier early forties. They already showed more signs of aging than he did at seventy-eight years old. It was clear to him now that hybrids enherited the human lifespan, so they would leave him behind eventually also. What would he do then?
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From The Author: Whatever I write after this will probebly be sad. I'm sorry that I'm past all of the cute, romantic stuff, but there might be some more near the very end. Well, thanks, and please review.
