I sit here.
In a pool, of my own blood, seeping out of my wrists. The shaving razor, on the cold neolium
floor with blood and torn flesh ingraded in the
scales. Everything's cold. All I can see is your eyes.
Your cool, coal, black eyes.
I tried to
hold you back from the fight, but your pride demanded that you go. Now our
children and I suffer from your grave mistake.
Your body
is on some distant battlefield. Left to bleed and become food for the
scavengers.
Why? I
wonder. Why did you die? Were you too weak? Was it as you always said that your
emotions made you too weak move out of the way? I don't know. I don't care. All
that matters now is that your gone. Forever.
No dragonballs for you this time.
I know the
life is leaving me. I can't control it. It's dripping out my torn wrists. I
know everyone will be disappointed. Especially my family.
Mom, Dad, Trunks, and Bra. Oh guys, I'm so sorry. I'm
just too weak.
Weak.
What a
strange word. Someone lacking in strength, feeble, fragile,
defenseless. Sure sounds like me. Some people have told me I have the
strongest willpower ever. But they don't see the real me, do they?
The weeping child.
No one ever
understood. I was always scared. I wasn't strong. I needed a shoulder to lean
on. First Yamcha, then dozens of
other jerks; until he came. He radiated strength and power. I craved it.
I lusted it. I dreamed of drinking his power up, so
maybe, one day, I could be like him. A loner. Strong and alone. No one to ripe out your
heart.
I didn't
get what I wanted. Instead, I fell in love with him. The
prince of all Saiyans. Why would a prince care
about a lowly slut like me? But he did. I found the real him. A sensitive,
scared child; like me. I found no strength there. Only love.
LOVE.
What a hollow word. Makes you weak and dependent on another.
Just another heart brake. Even unintentually.
Why is live
so cruel to me? Why did I have to fall in love with him? WHY LOVE? IT'S BROKEN
ME! I CAN'T STAY HERE ANYMORE!
DAMN YOU,
VEGETA! DAMN YOU FOR MAKING ME LOVE YOU!
.....and damn
you for loving me back.
The world
is spinning into different colours of darkness. The
demons are here to claim my soul. Don't worry veggi-chan.
Your Bulma is coming....
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I bursted into the room in a panic. When mother didn't answer to my
calls I feared the worst. I have a right to. She's not in her right mind. After
Papa died....
No! Stop it
Trunks! Mustn't think of that.
I scanned
the room. Nothing seemed out of place. Unless you count the blood pooling on
the floor around Mother's body. I stood motionless in horror. All the blood. Her blood. Flowing out of her body. Her life dripping
away.
Slowly I
broke out of my trance. I dashed over to her, picked up her body carefully
feeling for a pulse on her neck. There was one. It was weak and rapid but
there. I raced out of the room and flew as fast as I could to the hospital.
I was there
in mere seconds. Ah, the pleasures of being a demi-Saiyan.
You didn't get speeding tickets when you fly.
The next
few minutes were a haze. I remembered handing her to the medical staff. There
faces frantic as the screamed questions to me.
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I sat on
the edge of her hospital bed. She'd been saved. But only
physically. Her wrists were bandaged but that didn't stop the bleeding
of her soul. Her eyes were blank as they looked out, yet saw nothing.
Dead.
I look up
when I see my little sister come in. Her face is marked with tear streaks and
bags under her eyes. I suppose I don't look any better.
"How
is she?" Bra asked me. I wince. An innocent enough question but so
painful.
I have to
tell her the truth. No matter the pain.
"The
doctors say she's awake, yet her active part of the brain isn't.
She's..... Mother's
not going to okay for quite awhile. Possibly never."
Her face
crumbled, new tears fell down her face as she collapsed into my arms sobbing.
Damn you, Vegeta. Father. Because of your
stupid pride, not only are you dead. But mother too.
I hate you.
I hate you
so much.
I hugged
Bra closer to me as I let tears of blood leak out of my eyes. After this, I
will never cry again. I must be strong. For Bulma and Bra.
I hate you,
Vegeta.
Father.
I hate
you.....
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