Goku's first death

I still couldn't believe it. I knew deep down something had broken inside. But I kept pushing and trying to stay calm. After all, I know you can handle just about anything. So, to hear you're not coming back to me is too much to bear. And to add onto the horror, our only child has been taken by that… that… monster.

Those lying cowards! Why couldn't they be straightforward with me? Why didn't anyone reach out to me when you had failed? Am I not worthy to know what has happened to my own family? What have I done to cause your so-called friends to not trust me with knowing the truth? Why did it take for me to pursue you to learn that you have fallen?

As I sit here, I hold tightly your jacket and our precious boy's sweater. What else is there left for me to do? I try to hold back the deep pain in my heart but I can't stop the agonizing tears that spill. The only comfort that's still with me is my father.

Even with the knowledge, you will eventually return to me, I'm still in absolute shock. How and why did it have to turn out this way? What if I was there? Would it even make a difference? I can't stomach the sight of food, as it reminds me so much of you two.

I've tried to go on a pursuit to find our baby, but father would not let me. Nobody would even speak to me. I feel so hopeless knowing I'm not even allowed to try. All I'm forced to do is wait for your return. How am I supposed to do so when I know another battle awaits when you're revived? Everyone just expects me to be ok with my dear husband going into battle without even saying a word to me?

These friends of yours have some nerve. Expecting you to go and fight like your own life doesn't matter. Then to go and not even tell your own wife the horror that you and your son went through. They didn't even call me or try to comfort my shattered heart. They made it seem like it was an everyday event and everything would go back to normal. How wrong they are?

Our baby is out there, suffering at the hands of that beast. He's not even the age at which you were left all alone. And everyone expects me to be ok. They bury the salt so deep into my already broken heart. Yet they push everything to the side like it was normal. It's not like they just lost their own child and partner.

I hug your pillow as I try to breathe. Just, please. Please. Return to me.