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Chapter 3
Questioning

The days that fallowed Prince Vegeta Briefs' death were exhausting and full of silent tears. The two children made arrangements for their father's funeral. Everyone they knew was there. No one could fathom the hardship the Briefs' children were going through.

"Bulla?" a tall man asked from the corner of the room. He was hidden in the shadows. She didn't speak, but listened to him as he continued. "Are you okay?" he asked. She shrugged. She would never be "okay." She would never be "fine." From now on she would never be who she once was. So she was obviously not "okay."

"Goten," she pause. Her voice was emotionless. "Have you ever wondered when you were a child how your father died? Have you ever wondered why your mother cried at night? Why she sometimes had a blank expression on her face? It is because she knew that she would never be able to see her husband again, ever. It is because she lost everything. It is because she knew that no matter how much she wanted it ... Kakarot would never be able to return to her life. Do you know what that feels like? Do you know what it feels like to loose all hope in an instant? Do you know what it is like to loose both of your parents? Do you?" she didn't wait for him to answer before she left the room.

Goten just stood there, shocked. He was wrong to ask her if she was "okay" and expect a yes. He felt so bad that he made Bulla feel so hopeless. He wanted to give her hope. "But how?" he whispered to himself.

Trunks' acute Saiyan hearing heard what the demi Saiyan was whispering to himself, walked up to the younger Saiyan, and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Goten, don't feel bad. You didn't make Bulla feel this way."

"I still feel bad." he replied. He couldn't feel any different unless he knew that Bulla was content. And, by the way she looked, it was going to take a long time before his feelings would change.