Part 4

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A/N: Thankyou for the reviews everyone, I blushed at each of them feeling quite flattered! This was only supposed to be a one-chapter thing but on it goes as you wish!

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The style of writing I'm using was inspired by a book called A Step From Heaven by An Na.

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I fall back onto my bed and I smack myself hard across my face. I just couldn't do it; I'm much weaker than I thought. Her sobbing has ceased yes, but without the comfort that I wanted to give her. I know who causes her such pain because he leaves messages on the machine that is beside the telephone. I clench my fist as a vision of that pathetic morsal of life appears in my mind, Yamcha.

I curse at the thought of him and wish he would leave her alone. When he does, when she truly has a chance to forget about him, that is the time I will make my move. I shall, until then simply observe her from afar, find out what it is that she desires, because unless she's a complete idiot like so many other humans, she would have noticed by now how much I really desire for her company.

I pull on some day clothes, a pair of trousers and a black tank top and I look in the mirror, wondering why Bulma hasn't yet come to me for affection, how could she resist? I flex my muscles and smirk at my reflection, she cannot resist for much longer.

I hurry downstairs and sit at the table where Bulma's mother has prepare breakfast, she's obviously aware of my appetite as there is two mountains of golden pancakes dripping with syrup, an abundance of buttered toast, bowls of cereals prepared, three jugs of apple juice, a pot of tea and my favourite of course at the end of the table; sizzling bacon and at least a dozen fried eggs. I lick my lips and smile at Mrs Briefs in appreciation; she's far too stupid to talk to.

Footsteps can be heard climbing down the staircase and with such lightness I knew it was Bulma. Her eyes were red from the crying and her hair was ruffled from a night that lacked sleep and her voice was dry and empty as she wished her mother and me a good morning. I neither smile nor frown at her; I just look on in wonder. I knew I should have done something to comfort her, I knew it.

She sits down but does not have anything to eat for the entire morning, all she does is sip her coffee and stare blankly at the telephone, but nobody calls. Mrs Briefs tries to talk to her daughter but with no response she leaves the room, leaving me to be alone with this precious morsal. I look at her and tell her I've had enough so I step out of my seat and I leave the house to take a sniff at the crisp morning air that so rejuvenating.

I feel like fighting, my blood begins to pound with excitement at the thought of fighting but then my thoughts begin to dwell on the idea of fighting the androids and the terror that boy from the future declared and suddenly I felt afraid.

I look closely at the palms of my hands, such power and destruction I have caused but do I have the power to save and protect? No, I do not; for I could not save father and when I fought Freiza I could not even save myself. Although I barely loved father and I only love myself as much as I hate myself, so perhaps if I loved another enough then perhaps my body would grow to become strong enough to protect what I love. True love, will it save me? Is it the answer to why I have not yet transformed beyond being a normal saiyan.

I sit down on the front doorstep and I look out as the world moved by, humans in cars and riding bicycles, birds chirping and flapping about and the wind, caught in my nostrils so fresh. I sighed and I felt a presence beside me, she had joined me while I was deep in thought. She leans her head against my shoulder and begins to sob again.