A/n- Hey, what's up? I'm back to writing, yay! Hope you guys like it, but it does get a lil soft... Nothing like before however as far as I know. So go get a soda, come back (don't forget that part...) and relax while ya read! Or sit chained to your chair with poison, whatever floats ur boat!

Disclaimer- I would make a sadistic and/or sarcastic comment but, oh wait! ...No, I got nothin'.

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Vegeta stood waiting for Bulma to return. She had been inside the house only a few minutes, but that had been more than enough time for him to make a decision. He couldn't do this. Couldn't be with that woman. She could only distract him from his, well, training, and from his goals... How could he tell her all of this though? She wouldn't even understand why it mattered so damn much! Another good reason not to do this. She wouldn't understand him, or anything about him. But, what was he supposed to say?

Growing frustrated after a few more minutes in the heavy silence, he decided to go inside and see what was keeping her for so long.

The door flew open as he stormed inside the house yelling, "Woman? Where the hell are you?"

But there was only the quiet.

"What's taking so long!?" he called out as he began his search of the house. He turned a corner, into the main hallway, then stopped abruptly. "What the fuck...?" he asked himself quietly.

Before him, Bulma sat, leaning against the wall. Her forehead rested upon her knees, while her arms were wrapped tightly around her legs. Her shoulders shook violently, though her sobs could barely be heard.

He took a step backward subconsciously. How was he supposed to deal with this!? He felt torn in two, with one part that wanted to run away right then and just leave her be. But the other part simply wanted to comfort the woman!

Then... he heard her speak.

"It's not true... It's not true..." she was saying repetitively.

Cautiously, he walked towards her. He leaned down and attempted to move the hair out of her face, but she winced and turned away. He suddenly felt whole again, nothing but the need to console her crossed his mind... and he was hating every minute.

He sat next to her and leaned back against the wall. After awhile he found himself asking, "So who was on the phone?"

"Coroner's office..." she managed to reply monotonously.

He looked over at her, surprised. "A coroner is the one who- "

"Declares people officially dead," she interrupted quietly.

"But... why would they call you...?" he questioned in confusion.

She remained silent though, how could she tell him this?

"Woman..." he continued.

He heard her mumble something not even his sensitive hearing could pick up. "What?"

She turned her head quickly and snapped, "It was my parents okay!? Their fucking plane home crashed! So now they're dead..."

She then turned back around, her face hidden in hair.

He sat in complete and utter shock. Dr. and Mrs. Briefs...dead. Gone forever? He could hardly say he felt such deep remorse as Bulma, and the fact he was so used to the idea of death was no help, but this was quite a mournful occasion.

He looked down at his hands. What was he supposed to do now? He had helped her not long ago, comforted her.

But this was NOTHING like that situation. He supposed he could try something along those lines though...

He then found himself putting an arm around her shoulders. With a slight pull towards himself, she leaned over, resting against him in the end.

With a cheek against his shoulder, she felt tears welling up once more. She gulped for air as they began falling freely.

She heard him 'shhh'ing her softly, not at all in the harsh tone she would've expected. She realized how immensely stupid she must have looked, did it matter though? What could she even do to help it?

He moved some of the hair out of her face. "How could they die like that?" he heard her whisper, mostly to herself he guessed.

He sighed again, trying to think of something he could tell her. "If you can find a good reason for anyone to die, get back to me on it. For that, I have no answer," he breathed in deeply, "All I know now is that everyone, and everything, has to die at some point in time."

"Then why can't we all just be immortal or SOMETHING!?" she asked in frustration.

"Would you ever really want to live forever?" he replied, rather wisely. And she was surprised. "Even the immortal die, it's just from the inside out. And what would even be the point of living if there was no risk of dying. There could be no courageous acts. No such thing as a real dare. Nothing would be worthwhile," he finished shrugging.

"Then why did YOU want to live forever?" she inquired.

He winced only slightly, and hoped she hadn't noticed.

"I wanted... freedom. Peaceful, naïve freedom. I wanted to kill the bastard tore my life apart and finally rule something for myself. If I couldn't die, I could make him suffer even longer and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. No one could threaten me with anything either, I had nothing left to loose..."

"What do you mean you had nothing left?"

She heard him growl in annoyance, but at least this kept her mind of the real problems...

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A/n- So, yea, it was short, but I plan to write more soon before I go to Science Camp for a week at Wilson College, then on a family vacation for another week, so I should have time to write there! Tell me what you thought here, cause in the next few chaps there WILL be twists, turns, and Vegeta will tell about his childhood.

D-Wisha* {*}.{*}

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