Fandom: Dragonball Z
Publish Date: 9/13/2002
Disclaimer: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, I do not own DBZ.
The next thing Bulma knew, it was morning. She sat up in bed and rubbed the last remnants of sleep from her eyes. She felt different. Calm and relaxed. Ready to take on the whole world, if need be.
Due to the silence all around, and the fact that no small child had come running into her room, she knew that Trunks was still asleep, or at least hadn’t gotten out of bed yet.
Yawning, she stumbled through her bedroom door and into the next room, where she took a seat at the table. Resting one elbow on the table, she put her chin in her hand and blankly stared straight ahead.
It was then that she noticed the two mugs sitting on the table. She straightened up…
…as the events of the night before came rushing back to her.
But it was impossible…the android attack…
The anniversary of the attack was tomorrow…
Vegeta had been dead for two years…
Was it a dream?
She didn’t know. And it didn’t matter.
What mattered was that he needed to tell her something, and as stubborn as he was, he refused to let something as trivial as death stop him from getting it through to her.
He wanted her to know he loved her.
I love you, Vegeta, she thought as she put her face in her hands and wept.