You Helped Me Be Strong
It must have been cold there in my shadow, to never have sunlight on your face. You were content to let me shine, that's your way, you always walked a step behind.
A five-year-old Bulla Briefs sat swinging on her backyard porch swing. She was nervous about today's school play. It was her first time getting up in front of everyone and singing alone. The only other time she got up in front of a large group was when her brother won the WMAT. But she was only four then and when she went out to give him a hug, she wasn't scared. He was there. She wasn't alone
So I was the one with all the glory, while you were the one with all the strength. A beautiful face without a name -- for so long, a beautiful smile to hide the pain.
Trunks was watching his sister swing and knew something was wrong. He went down stairs and confronted her. He sat next to her and immediately, as expected, Bulla moved closer to and buried her head in his chest. "Brother I don't want to go. I'm scared." Bulla began to cry. Trunks put his arm around her to comfort her. "You'll do fine." He said and lifted her head. Bulla sniffled and smiled. "You'll be there?" Bulla asked and tried to smile. "Front row." Trunks replied with his smirk and Bulla lit up. "Thank you."
Did you ever know that you're my hero, and everything I would like to be? I can fly higher than an eagle, 'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
On stage, Bulla was announced and she slowly came out on stage, wearing a beautiful little blue dress. She walked up to the short microphone stand and looked out into the audience. There was thousands of families coming to see their children sing. Bulla looked and looked, then her eyes fell on the front row. She smiled. There sat her mom, her dad and her brother. Bulla smiled and pulled the microphone down. She cleared her throughout and began to sing.
It might have appeared to go unnoticed, but I've got it all here in my heart. I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it, I would be nothing with out you.
Now, age 18, that same blue haired princess stood inside her school's front door and looked out onto the field where families were filing in to watch the graduation. Bulla, again got scared. She was class president and she had to make a speech. She began pacing back and forth in front of the double doors that were to open in five minutes to let the graduates out. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she spun around and smiled.
Did you ever know that you're my hero, and everything I would like to be? I can fly higher than an eagle, 'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
"I'm scared. What if I mess up? What if I trip?" Bulla pleaded. "You'll do fine. Hey, I had to do this once remember?" Trunks smiled down at his sister. Bulla did remember. She sat in the front row and when Trunks got his diploma and started to leave with everyone else, Bulla ran out in the isle to give him a hug and he carried her the rest of the way, leaving the auditorium.
Fly, fly, fly away, you let me fly so high.
So Bulla, now encouraged, walked down the carpet outside in front of her class and led them all to graduation. The teachers made speeches, then the mayor of the city, then it was her turn. She stood up, and slowly walked over to the podium. She looked out and saw her brother smiling. She cleared her throat and began to speak. She spoke of all the times her class had in school from the troubles they all shared to the losses to the more happier times.
Oh, fly, fly, so high against the sky, so high I almost touch the sky.
Now, twenty years later, Bulla stands in a rainy field surrounded by her friends and family. Devastation surrounds the city and beyond for the battle that took place. Tears escape her blue eyes and float down her cheek. As people depart for home, Bulla remains behind. She stars at the stone in front of her as her tears and emotions get the best of her. "Why? Why you? Why now?" Bulla falls to her knees and hugs the stone in front of her, crying harder then ever. The rain begins to stop and the clouds part as Bulla remains crying. As sun begins to peek through the clouds, Bulla looks up and smiles. "No, I wont be scared this time either. I'll stand strong. For you. My brother." Thank you, thank you, thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.
A/N - Well? My original plan was to make it a Bulla/Vegeta sappy story, but I changed it to her relationship with her brother. They were very close, even through the age gap was there. Please tell me what your think. Constructive criticism allowed. NO flames.
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