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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From The Author: DRAWING A BLANK!!! Sorry. I will write this epilogue though. I think I might know how to start the next story. It should come pretty soon. Thanks to all of my supporters.

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Epilogue

"Vegeta, is it?", King Yemma asked.

"Yes. I've been waiting in line forever. Your lucky I didn't just blast my way past those ogres."

"Careful, Vegeta. Here that attitude can do a lot more to you than cost you a friendship."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now, where's my wife." Vegeta cursed himself inwardly for saying it so openly.

"Bulma? Yes. She was a touph case. Waited here for you for over fifty years you know, refused to cross over."

"Get to the point.", Vegeta said, through clenched teeth.

King Yemma chuckled. "Impatient, are we." Vegeta gave him a 'go-ahead-and- test-me-longer' look, so he continued, "Well, warior that you are, you can stay here in lymbo and train with your body, or you could move on to the actual spirit world."

"Wait. Are you saying that if I truely move on, I won't have my body anymore. Will I still look like I do now?"

"You will look however you believe you look. You are pretty set in your ways, so you will most likely look the same. You have to understand that I can't anwer many questions about that dimention, because I've never been there. The only way to truely understand it is to expierience it personally."

Vegeta was hestitant to give up his body. 'All that hard work. All that training for nothing? All of that pride about my body throughout life wasted?' Vegeta remembered what Bulma had said to him once in an argument they had had. 'Warriors amount to nothing in the very end!', she had yelled. "You were right." 'Did I just say that aloud?!'.

"Vegeta, what are you talking about. You know, Bulma would be very dissapointed if you decided not to go to her. Even in the infinate paridise of heaven, I think that she still needs you.", King Yemma said.

Vegeta examined his choices, and after really thinking about it, there was no question. "I'll go."

"You understand what your giving up, don't you? You will never see the earth again. You will never fight again."

"I'll go.", he repeated.

"Goodbye, Vegeta.", King Yemma said, as he opened up a portal which glowed with a blinding light that didn't even hurt his eyes.

Vegeta simply nodded to King Yemma, then looked back at the portal. "Vegeta.", an ecoing, tragic voice said from within it. He looked in to see Bulma. She looked different, but he knew it was her. She had long black hair and dark brown eyes. She wore all black, and a sorrow surrounded her.

"Bulma.", he said.

"Vegeta?", she said, looking right through him.

"She can't see you yet, because you haven't entered her realm.", King Yemma said, "As I said before, even the bliss of heaven couldn't make her happy without you. The simulations of you worked at fist, but she always knew that it was fake. She soon turned into the dark, and tragic angle you see before you, forever awaiting your eventual return."

Vegeta wasted not another second before jumping into the portal. When he did, he felt his phisical body melt away, and become a spiritual one. The feelings that he had pushed away for so long, were now all that he was, making up his very existance. Bulma looked at him, and instantly changed. She was beautiful. Her blue hair was VERY long, longer than her body, and floated around her as if she were in water. Her face, and everything else about her for that matter, was flawless, and beautiful beyond the limitations of the phisical world. Her blue eyes sparkled with a radience that sedduced his very soul. She had the halo and wings from before, yet to him she looked less like an angle, and more like a goddess.

"Vegeta!!!", she yelled as she wrapped her arms around him.

He began hugging her with caution, then something told hin that it was no longer neccesary. He embraced her with all her might, and she was not hurt. He cried with happiness for the first time in his memeory, and it felt good. As he foated there, in that true paridise, hugging his mate with all his might, he knew that he would never again regret the decision to give up his body. He didn't need it anymore. All he needed, and would ever need, until the end of time, was right here.

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From The Author: All suggestions are welcome for the third part of this potential trilogy. I may not use them all, but I'll try to use many, so please just give me little things you think would be funny, or cute, or touching, or just cool. Thankyou!

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