Memories or Vegeta's death






A loud bang echoed through the winter night. "What has he been up to now?" Bulma wondered, and ran out. You followed by Trunks, her son. "Vegeta." called her. It was lying under the remains of G-room. Apparently badly injured. “You take him to the hospital room.” She tells Trunks, who did it immediately.




It was getting dark around him and he was little again. His father stood next to him, "You see Vegeta, this is all thanks to Lord Frezzer." He said. Vegeta thought contemptuously, he didn't like this too big baby.


It was getting dark again. Vegeta disappeared again this time she saw Frezzer destroy his home planet. Frezzer invited his younger self to his spaceship beforehand. Then Frezzer had blackmailed his father. "That lousy pig." Vegeta thought out loud as it all went through his mind again.





"He speaks." Bulma shouted loudly through the whole hospital, to which Vegeta had been taken in the meantime. said a doctor carefully, and checked all the devices that kept Vegeta alive.




Vegeta saw Kakarott. His old arch rival. Yes, Kakarott had always been one step ahead of him. But now Vegeta had understood why Kakarott was stronger. Now the two were friends, even if he didn't want to admit it. He had only seen Kakarott's father once. He had faced Frezzer with some other lower class warriors, but failed. In a way, Kakarott had a lot in common with his father. But what did he think about his former archenemy?




"When will he get well again?" said Bulma the doctor who was about to go out. "We don't know, maybe not at all."Said this and closed the door behind you." We can be glad if he still recovers. "Thought the doctor. Bulma burst into tears when she heard this." Oh Vegeta will be fine again. "She mumbled.




He now saw Bulma too. He had to smile as he thought about her. When they first met, there wasn't a day that they didn't fight. Most of the time there was no reason, but if Bulma had accused him, he couldn't just let something like that sit on him. Trunks and Bra were later born.




Trunks came into the room. "I have ..." but he didn't finish when he saw his mother lying halfway up Vegeta. She was sleeping now, the ceiling soaked with her tears. Trunks carried her to the second bed in the room. Then he sat down on the stool next to Vegeta's bed. “You were way too proud,” he mumbled softly.




Yes his two children.Bra his little one. For him she was the image of Bulma and he wanted to protect her no matter what. He had often thrown the boys who were hugging them outside the door, and each time Bra had yelled at him. And Trunks, his son. At first he didn't want him. Later, he never told him he liked him. He often remembered the time when Trunks had hated him. E never knew why.




Vegeta opened his eyes and looked his son in the face. "Take care of your mother, us on Bra." Vegeta said. "What are you talking about?" towered Trunks. "I like you Trunks, please tell Bra that ..." a long beep sounded.




thought Vegeta, he felt his body no longer just a feeling of peace. He smiled, one of the few times in his life.




Trunks ran out of the room, as quietly as he could, he didn't want to wake his mother. In the hallway he pulled the first doctor who ran into him to his father's room.“Do something,” he almost yelled at the doctor. "We can do nothing more." Said this only. Then Trunks flew away as fast as possible, shiny tears quarreling down his face. He wanted to get away, just get away. He finally stopped in some desert. He got on his knees a lot in the sand. His hands clutched the soft sand. "Why him?" he shouted into the deep emptiness of the night.




Bulma was now awake. She saw people standing around Vegeta. "What about him?" asked Bulma. One stood aside. There she saw Vegeta lying, as white as the sheets. Eyes closed and his mouth twisted in a smile. He had already been separated from all the machines. His hands were folded on his chest. Bulma got up, who had put her on the bed? A tear found its way down her face.




The funeral took place two days later. Trunks still hadn't shown up. Nobody knew where he was. Sometimes the others located his aura, but as soon as they got there, Trunks was gone again.Vegeta was in his coffin with a small pillow under his head and a thin blanket covered him up to his stomach. His hands were folded over his battle suit. The funeral was slow. Bulma wanted to jump up and finish the funeral. It just made it harder than it already was. Well, at last they left the little chapel and headed for the grave. Goku and Gohan slowly carried the coffin forward, and the rest of them followed.


Later, when everyone was gone, someone stepped out of the shadows. Some of his clothes were torn and his face was dirty. He walked purposefully to Vegeta's grave. In the meantime it had already been covered with earth. “Oh father,” he muttered, and fell asleep.


The next morning he was found by Bulma. “You liked him,” she said, and brought him home in her little plane. In the evening Trunks told Bulma what Vegeta had told him.



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