Gone
Vegeta sat and watched the moon rise high over the building. A cold breeze floated in through the window. A shiver went down his spine, if she was here she moan for him to put on a jacket or close the window. He smiled at the memory but then frowned…no she is still here he could sense her presence even after all this time – she was still with him.
/Give me a reason to believe that you're gone,
/I see your shadow so I know they're all wrong,
He put on a coat and walked outside into the cool night air, he knew where he was going. All his friends would advise him from it, but he had to go there. It was a short walk and then he was there, the graveyard. He moved between the tombstones and he stood next to hers.
/Moonlight on the soft brown earth it leads me to where you lay,
"Bulma, I wish…I wish I could hold you one last time." The words rolled over his tongue and out of his lips. It's been so since she died, the loneliness was getting to him. No one understood, they asked, "why don't you just wish her back?" he didn't reply but in his mind he knew – she was free in a way he would never be.
/They took you away from me but now I'm taking you home
He parted the grass at the base of the stone, there in graved in the rock were the words he often whispered to himself, "even in death"
/I will stay forever here with you, my love,
/The softly spoken words you gave me,
/Even in death our love goes on,
He was back at his house and sat down in his leather chair. He looked at his hands, after all these years he still wore those pathetic gloves. He tore them off and tossed them aside. She always wanted him to take those gloves off; she said they were impersonal. If he had known she would leave him he would've paid more attention to her. Countless nights they spent together, people vanished around them but they stayed; always together. He buried his head in his hands and wept. Then he felt her, her arms wrapped around him and she pressed him close to her body. Was this just another figment of his imagination? Night after night he dreamt of her with him again, as it should be. He didn't look up, mirage or not he could feel her, and she was humming to him.
/Some say I'm crazy for my love…my love,
/But no bonds can hold me from your side, my love
/They don't know you can't leave me
/They don't here you singing to me
For the hundredth time that day those words escaped his mouth, "even in death."
/I will stay forever here with you, my love
/The softly spoken words you gave me
/Even in death our love goes on
He couldn't understand; she was gone. He could no longer feel her. Slowly he looked up and there she was standing in front of him. She was a ghost a spirit and she was holding out her hand.
/And I can't love you anymore than I do
He reached out his hand and took hers, she lifted him up and away, while the life escaped his body and it slumped back motionlessly into the chair. He whispered those sacred words once again and…
/I will stay forever here with you my love
/The softly spoken words you gave me
/Even in death our love goes on
/and I cant love you anymore than I do
…Was gone…