Okay, this is the final ending!! This is the last chapter. I will be editing and improving earlier chapters after I finish my other stories. (There are only five *sarcastically*)
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Bulma clicked the device onto Frieza's skin.
"ARGGGGGG!" he yelled. He swung his arm at her, full force.
"Bulma!" Vegeta screamed, unable to do anything as he watched her fly across the room. Her head crashed again the wall first. She fell to the floor, barely conscious. Frieza just laughed and looked at the think Bulma had attached to him, ready to pull it off.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Bulma laughed, spitting out some blood. "It has a special chemical in it that stops platelets from clotting. Pull it out and you'll bleed to death." Bulma laughed again, seeing the scowl on Frieza's face. He appeared in front of her, furious, and punched her in the face.
Frieza was barely able to retain a fighting stance before Vegeta rushed at him.
(AS STATED B4, NOT GOOD AT FIGHT SCENES, IMAGINE IT)
In the end, Vegeta beat up Frieza (as usual). After he made sure he got the job done, he rushed over to Bulma, who was starting to regain consciousness.
"Bulma, we need to get you to the hospital wing," Vegeta said, voice hoarse as he bent over to pick her up.
She put a slender hand up, resting it on his outstretched arm. "No, don't move me. There's something wrong with my neck, and moving me will only make it worse," she whispered.
Vegeta swallowed hard and looked at her. "What am I supposed to do then?" he asked, trying not to cry.
"Vegeta… I'm sorry. I feel, faint," Bulma said, almost as if she were very tired.
"No. No! Bulma, stay awake! You've got to hang on for me!" Vegeta shouted, kneeling down by her.
"I'm sorry, Vegeta… I can't. I feel, like… I'm slipping," she whispered, her eyelids fighting to shut. Vegeta looked at her, not knowing what to do.
"Vegeta… you never answered my question. Do you love me?" she asked, raising her head as far as she could, so she could look him in the eye.
Vegeta swallowed again. "Yes," he said. "Yes, I love you."
Bulma smiled and closed her eyes, allowing her head to gently fall back onto the floor.
"And I, you," she whispered, and she was gone. She lie there, smiling, at peace. A single tear slid down Vegeta's face as a blinding blue light rose out of her body.
He leaned over and tried to grasp it, impulse taking over him. He felt heat flow through his hand to the rest of his body. His nerves tingled and he felt great power overtake him. He picked her body up and carried it to the hospital wing.
---In a universe full of light and peace…---
"Brilliant contraption, it was," said the younger sister, looking down into what seemed to be a pool. Only this one looked down on Vegetasei, like a portal to the other universe. The same picture on the throne doors was on a door in the middle of a dead field. It seemed to be standing up on it's own.
The elder one nodded. "Indeed. Pity she had to go. Now they will have to make the baby scientifically." It was the younger one's turn to nod.
"If she hadn't come up with that device, Vegeta would never have been able to defeat Frieza."
"All he had to do was make Frieza bleed," the elder one agreed. "Luckily that ancient family sword was strong enough to puncture Frieza's skin."
The younger one laughed. "I bet he never thought there was any use of that old thing. The Saiyan's have relied on their own powers ever since they first developed them." The older one smiled.
"Yes, but sometimes the simplest thing can solve the largest problem." They stood in silence for a while.
The older one turned and looked at the door. "WE are lucky that Saiyans let old habits die hard. We would have been useless if they hadn't been stubborn enough to tear down that throne door."
"Yes, humans seemed to be stubborn about letting go of religion over the centuries, even though they discovered scientific evidence about most questions they use to ponder a century ago."
"But they were right. Some things have no answers. So they turn to religion."
"And what they believe comes true. We depend on their belief."
"And there's nothing we can do about it," said the older one.
"Oh, yes we can. All we have to do is tell them that," argued the younger.
They both smiled, but a few more minutes of silence slowly made the smiles disappear.
"I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about Bulma, though…" said the younger one suddenly.
"Yes, but they will see each other some day," said the elder.
The younger one smiled. "Then Prince Vegeta can finish what he started."
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Please review!!!! It's been fun, but I've got 5 other stories to worry about. I hope you enjoyed this story.