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Chapter 2
Crying

"Dad?" the teen shouted as she wandered through the house. She was clad in black cloth. After her mother's death, she would never wear a color again. All she would wear was black. She even died her once beautiful light blue hair to deathly jet black.

"Dad!" she shouted again. She couldn't find her father anywhere. Her brother then walked into the room she was searching in. Her brother had a smug look on his face when he walked into the room. He was the only one on the Briefs' family that, after his mother's passing, had the sense of Ki signatures. His sister, Bulla, never learned so she didn't know what he was about to tell her.

"Bulla," he whispered. She stopped searching when she heard the desperation in his voice.

"Dad's passed." he spoke.

"What? I-I don't understand, Trunks. Dad's passed? Where?" Trunks looked down at the floor. Bulla then ran to her older brother. She grabbed his shoulder's and shook him. "Trunks, where is dad?" she asked, louder than normal.

He mechanically moved his head upwards and locked his eyes with his sisters. He spoke in nothing louder than a whisper. "Dad ... has ...passed..." he paused, he dreaded this moment, "t-to the otherworld."

Time stopped.

She shook her head back and forth, trying not to let the tear escape and the information set in. "No no no no no no no." she said in an almost whiney voice. Her arms went limp and now Trunks grasped her shoulders. He shook his little sister. "BULLA!" he shouted.

She just stared off into complete and utter darkness. She was in her own world of sorrow. Her life as she knew it, was over. Both of her parents were dead. She couldn't see them ever again ... unless, she saw a ray of hope. "Trunks," she whispered softly. He did not say a word so she continued, "Are the Dragonballs still around?"

"No." he stated. She was overflowed with emotion. She couldn't stop the tears any longer. Trunks pulled her closer to him so her head was near his heart. She was all he had left, and he was all she had left.

He felt his shirt become damp. He started to rock her slowly as he listened to her crying. She didn't wail like his mother used to. She just cried, not making a sound, just tears. He didn't know how his father cried, he'd never seen his father shed a tear, but he knew that the Prince of the Saiyans cried.

After Bulma died, Vegeta would lock himself in a room and stay their all day. His father's Ki would become tainted with complete sorrow and depression.

Trunks continued to rock his sister slowly. He began to hum an old lullaby, it was a lullaby that his father sang to his sister at night when she couldn't sleep. He knew that it was a Saiyan lullaby. Amazingly it was soothing for both of them and she was soon asleep in his arms, purring.

He realized that this type of happiness and intimacy, for both of them, would be a rarity. For the first time since any of his parents dies, he cried. Just like his sister, he didn't make a sound.