Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z. It is owned by Akira Toriyama. I also do not own the song My Immortal by Evanescence.
Chapter 4
Dreaming
Bura ... a soft, innocent voice whispered.
Bulla found herself in a long, dim, unending hallway. She noticed the candles on the walls. They were the only lights in the hall. Their were no electric lights, only candles. She felt something heavy wrap around her body, it was a dress. It had elaborate designs and many layers of fabric. The dress was red, it was a dark red, almost maroon ... almost blood red.
She looked back up the corridor and observed a picture that wasn't there before. It was a beautiful portrait of her parents, in regal Saiyan attire. Her father was wearing the king's cloke and her mother was wearing a dress similar to the one she was wearing. The sight of the portrait made a tear trickle down her soft, pale cheek. She quickly wiped it away, a Saiyan never cries.
Bura ...
She heard the voice again. Bulla walked further down the hall. She didn't know where the voice was coming from. But she felt she could trust it.
She waited patiently for the voice to speak again. She had to know where this voice was coming from. The voice was the only thing she concentrated on, for the time being. She didn't realize that she was walking until the voice spoke once more.
Bura ...
"Is someone there?" she asked the empty hallway. She turned to one of the doors. It had silver inscriptions all around the trim of the door. She didn't know it then, those inscriptions were of Saiyan origin. Of ancient Saiyan origin.
No one answered her empty question. Not one ... person. Something like a ghost appeared near the young demi-Saiyan. She felt as though a strong, cold wind flew past her, it sent shivers down her spine. She turned her head slowly, to face the phantom. It was completely transparent. Then it moved its mouth ... it sang.
I'm so tired of being here,
Suppressed by all of my childish fears,
And if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just please,
Because your presence still lingers here,
And it wont leave me alone,
These wounds wont seem to heal,
This pain is just too real,
Theirs just too much that time cannot erase,
And you cried, I'd wipe all of your tears,
And you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears,
I held your hand through all of these years,
But you'd still had,
All of me.
The song had made her weep for her parents. The song had ripped open her sole and sung it aloud. She wouldn't be able to cease her crying. She could never cease crying for her parents. She would always feel pain and sorrow for them.
She felt it. Her parents.
She felt her parents Ki signatures behind her. She wanted to turn around, but she couldn't move. She was lifted off of the ground by an unknown force. It flew her out of the hallway, and away from a building. A Saiyan's palace. Then everything turned to a bright white light.
"Bulla?" her brother asked as she slowly opened her eyes.
"What?" she spoke sleepily.
"You need to get up." he said. She noticed that he had a black suit on, and that his desk was behind him. She was in his office.
"Why am I in here?" she asked, sleep was still in her voice.
"I came here after the funeral. But it's now eight o'clock and we need to eat." his concern was obvious. "Oh one more thing," he paused, "What were you dreaming about?"
"Why?" she asked emotionlessly.
"Because you were humming something." he looked away from her, and then his voice changed from concerned to sorrow. "It sounded like something dad would sing."