The love we had ...




Hi so here now hopefully my 2nd story. I dedicate this FF again to all authors and I would like to thank Aminia and Vortex for their lovely comments * sichganzarggefreuthatz *


But enough talk


Here we go !


PS: I also dedicate this story to my sister, hope you like it * dichknuddlz *








The Love we had ...




Snow, cold tears from the sky, fell softly to earth on this gray February morning. They covered everything and everyone who dared to leave the house. It was bitterly cold around him, but he didn't feel it, the cold that tormented him from within was more terrible than anything else. His gaze was fixed on the man in black in front of him, but the words he spoke comfortingly did not get through to him. Again his eyes filled with tears and again a stabbing pain ran through his heart, but again there was nothing he could do about it.



Vegeta stood a little to one side and looked sympathetically as Son Gohan stared at the pastor with tears in his eyes. It was terrible that he, even if he was the son of a subclass warrior, suffered so much. His gaze tore away from him with difficulty and wandered sadly over the whole scenario. There stood Son Goku and his family, all in black and with their faces smeared with tears. The other Z-warriors and friends were also there to give consolation to Gohan. Now his gaze wandered further and stopped at Bulma and Trunks. chased it through his mind. His wife looked at him and there were tears in her eyes too. Vegeta now walked slowly towards her to take her comfortably in his arms. He surreptitiously wiped away a tear and looked again at Son Gohan, whose gaze was still fixed on the pastor.




"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the Lord gives and the Lord takes ..." he suddenly heard, and Son Gohan's gaze suddenly detached itself from the pastor and fastened itself on the coffin. More tears came up and he bowed his head in agony.




The pastor has finished and the coffin was left in his grave and now dust particle for dust particle fell from the hands of the family and friends onto him. Before the last his father stepped to the grave, he put down 1 white rose and then looked his son in the eyes. Son Goku was very sad, he knew how much it hurts to lose a loved one and to be powerless.Son Gohan was grateful for this and was the last to walk to the grave, the final resting place of his beloved Videl. was the only thing that was in Son Gohan's head. Slowly he raised his hand and dropped the bouquet of red roses. It seemed to Son Gohan that they would fall in slow motion, his eyes glued to the flowers. it chased in his mind. The flowers landed gently on the grave and everything began to spin in front of Gohan's blurred tearful eyes. He swayed, his knees buckled and his eyes rolled ...




Son Goku saw his son faint and in one leap he was with him before landing on the floor. thought Son Goku.


Son Gohan was now far away ...




Sequel follows..................




Hope you don't hold it against me that I've become so mega-dramatic! Please write me comments


Greetings Sila