Chapter 9 – Watching
7 months later
Bulma woke up, already crying. It had become something of a routine, waking up, tears already leaking down her cheeks. Ever since her departure from Capsule Corp, Bulma seemed to have done nothing but cry. For seven whole months, she had felt so sad, so heart-broken, that she wished she really was dead, wished that she had done what she had claimed in her "suicide" note.
The day she had arrived at the homeless hostel, she had sat down to watch the TV. After watching a news broadcast about the acquittal of Michael Jackson ("finally", she had commented under her breath, as he emerged from the court), she was horrified to see the next story, announcing the suicide of the vibrant young Capsule Corp heiress.
Upon seeing the report, Bulma had lain down on her bed, and cried herself to sleep.
Seven months later, Bulma was still as depressed as she had been that terrible day. As much as she tried to forget him, she couldn't stop herself from longing for Vegeta. She had been unable to leave her home city, and so spent most days standing outside the Capsule Corp building, disguised beneath a black shawl, watching her friends and family.
Today, her longing for them stronger than ever, Bulma got up, donned her usual shawl, and walked the half mile from the hostel to her old home.
The Capsule Corp grounds were empty when she arrived, concealing herself in the bushes of the back garden, just yards from the gravity room she had built for Vegeta. 'It seems so long ago.' She thought sadly to herself, 'It's like a different world, a lifetime ago.' Tears burned her eyes as she saw the back door open.
Bulma gasped as Vegeta stepped into the garden, dressed in a black shirt and dark blue jeans. Bulma frowned, confused. He wasn't dressed to train, so what was he going into the gravity room for? Her confusion was only increased when he emerged a moment later carrying a large bouquet of white roses.
Watching, Bulma's eyes widened as Vegeta knelt down on the grass outside the gravity room, and placed the roses in front of a black marble stone, about the size and shape of a small computer screen. Squinting, Bulma's heart ached as she saw the stone bore a photograph of her.
Longing to hold him, Bulma watched as Vegeta gently kissed the tips of his fingers, and brushed them against the photograph. Finally, she succumbed to tears as she watched Vegeta fall forward, his arms wrapped around himself, sobbing into the silence.
Bulma could hardly bare to watch him sobbing; Vegeta, her Prince, her love, the father of her unborn child.