I stood in the doorway of the Briefs Residence, watching as Trunks and Vegeta readied to fight cell. Trunks looked over at me, seeing the worry in my eyes. He cupped my cheek, bending down and kissing me tenderly.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you," I replied, my voice hoarse with emotion.
"The Usual?" he asked. I shook my head.
"No," I said, tears falling down my cheeks. "I'm not going to tell you to come home if things get dodgy, that's selfish and I know something you won't listen to. I know none of this is about pride, and there's more at stake then just your life. This is about the entire planet. Defeat this monster. End the terror. Show our son what a hero can do. And if you don't come home, then at least...at least..." My tears stole my voice. "...at least I still have a piece of you with me."
Trunks cupped my cheeks and gave me a soul searing kiss that made my knee's weak.
"I love you, my mate," he said, then took off into the sky.
"I love you, my soul," I said in a low voice as I collapsed in the doorway. Bulma lay a gentle hand on my back, smiling kindly at me.
"Come on inside," she said. I nodded and pulled myself to my feet, going into the main room and collapsing on the couch. Bulma turned the television on, a reporter appearing on screen outside the arena Cell had constructed. I turned away from the screen, not wanting to watch what unfolded.