of the congregation, condolences, we are all very sorry. Come on now, the ceremony begins."

The pastor went ahead into the rectory, only Vegeta, Trunks and Bra followed. From there we went to the church, in which everything had already been prepared, the coffin lay on the altar and the face of the wrinkled, gray-haired but nevertheless beautiful woman lay there resting.

The service began when everyone had taken their seats and the organ prelude was over.The pastor spoke and spoke, but Vegeta wasn't really listening. He was still in a trance and stared at the calm face of his wife, even though he had never married her.

* I don't even know if she knew that I love her. And I still love her, I hope she knows, I wish it so longingly, I want to tell her, I want to touch her again, just feel her again, her warmth that she radiates, her aura that is always warm is even though she screams. I want her to know that I love her. I love her, what should I do without her? She was my light and although we argued all the time, she is the best thing that has ever happened to me, the very best, how could I keep it from her, how could I? I have to see her again ... I have to ... I have to ... have to ... I ... have to ..... *

The pastor had finished his long sermon and now gave the sign to get up. The people got up and Trunks pulled Vegeta behind them to the coffin and looked inside.Bra could no longer hold back her tears, she sobbed incessantly. A few men came in and carried the coffin out to the cemetery, the three followed closely, followed by all the other friends.

The grave was already dug, everyone had a beautiful, large, colorful flower in their hand, all tropical, only Vegeta had a red rose and a lot of rose petals in the same color. Before the coffin was placed in the grave, Vegeta put the rose in her hand and gave her one last kiss on the cheek, then the coffin came into the grave. Trunks and Bra tossed their flower in, then Vegeta lovingly sprinkled the rose petals over it.

"I ... I ... I want to say something else ... please?", C18 said very confused, as it was not usually her way. But she still acted cool and stood in front of the grave. She took a piece of paper out of her trouser pocket, unfolded it and began to read in a very tearful voice:

"Bulma, you were always there, for everyone, you were there when we needed you and sometimes at very inconvenient times.You always freaked out really fast, but I think everyone here knows that you were really only as proud as yours and wanted to hide your warmth, even though it was there. The older you got, the better it got, even if we didn't even notice you in the end, we still felt you, it was inexplicable. I hope you are now in a beautiful place, in paradise, because you deserve it, because with your great inventions you have already saved many lives. And for that I want to thank you, on behalf of everyone here, for everything you have done, for the good and the bad, and especially I want to thank you for making me human again, I want to thank you very much for it, me you'll never forget it, even when I'm dead I'll still know because it's the best thing, apart from my little Marron and Kuririn, that has ever happened to me, me, you could have let me rot as a cyborg, but that you don't haveFor that I like you, I hope you will never forget me, all the people here and especially your family, just as we never forget you.

So rest in peace. "

C18 started to cry when Vegeta poured the first shovel of earth on the grave, and everyone who hadn't cried yet cried when the next shovel came, except Vegeta, who sagged and didn't even have the strength to cry.







3. Vegeta's end ...



It all seemed to Trunks to be in a trance. He went to the funeral in a trance, and went back in a trance. He couldn't quite take it all in, even though he had the clearest head in the whole family. He was still sensible while Vegeta and Bra just sat there and couldn't do anything. Trunks would love to just let himself go, just like his father and sister, but he didn't think his mother would have wanted Trunks to let himself go in such a way that he didn't care about the family.

He let himself fall too, but only his soul, his body did everything automatically. Trunks' head was empty, he couldn't think of anything, nothing at all, he was just glad that he still had a few people, his father and Bra and his friends of course.

He didn't even want to know what it would be like without her, the loss of his mother had been bad enough, even if it was foreseeable. Sooner or later everyone has to die, Trunks knew that, but he would not have dared to dream that his heart had left such a big void. In fact, he had never given it a thought, death, the consequences, never thought about it, never. Not even when his grandparents died, Trunks was sad, but he knew it was right. He knew that about his mother too, but he just couldn't believe it.

His forehead burned wildly and he tried to distract himself by taking care of the others, but that didn't help much.

After a while, Bra came, whose thoughts only revolved around her mother's death. Her head was not empty like Trunks, lots of questions and ideas were buzzing around, she couldn't sort them, she just knew that they were there and haunted. She wanted an empty head, because the worst question and idea was what if the rest of her family died as well? What then? And for the first time she wondered too; Is there a life after death? Not even God could answer that, nobody could, only the dead and, as is well known, they no longer speak.

And how should it go on now? It was Bulma who earned the money for the family, Vegeta had only taken care of his training and less of the finances. Trunks did a good job managing the C.C. but how should the C.C. exist when no one invents things anymore? Trunks could build plans, but he couldn't make his own, just like Vegeta and Bra least of all could.

She got scared. The fear rose in her, threatened to make her head burst, because there was already so much sadness in Bra's soul that there was no longer any room for fear. She had to have certainty, ask Trunks and Vegeta what should become of them now. So without Bulma. It couldn't go well, not like that, not if Trunks didn't come up with something original. No that was not possible.

Bra's worries didn't spread to Trunks when she told him about it. He just shrugged his shoulders, very calmly, as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't care. "You can't care less!", Bra shouted in a slightly higher pitch and Trunks went completely crazy. "You have problems! My, your, OUR mother is dead and you are only thinking about money, tell me, are you crazy? We will get through, I will only worry about that when the time comes, but now I have to deal with it myself , I have to clear my head and there you come with such shit!"Trunks had whispered the rest because his voice had failed. He shook his head and sat down again, leaning against the cold, white church wall.

He thought about what Bra had said, at least he tried, but immediately dismissed the thought. He couldn't believe that at such a moment Bra could only worry about money and finances, only about the future. He just didn't understand his sister. He just hoped it was all a bad nightmare, a very bad nightmare, yes, he hoped.



Vegeta didn't feel like Trunks and he didn't feel like Bra either, he was empty, he couldn't feel anything, he had already gone home and was now lying on the roof of the C.C. and couldn't think of anything, do nothing, he just lay there and felt nothing. He just lay there, just like he was in a coma, like he'd been in too big a shock.

Immediately after the funeral, he flew home and sat on the roof.He was mad at himself and the world, mad at his life, mad at everything that was still allowed to live, mad at his wife, who had just left him, mad at everything that moved ... simply at everything. He hated everything and everyone, the seconds seemed like days to him, days that didn't want to end, days that dragged on, days that were just there, didn't move, days when everything just stood still.

Then the grief came again. He sat there and was sad about every little thing, about every little argument, no matter how small, he was sad.

And then came the shock, the shock, when suddenly it became clear to him what had actually happened, he probably hadn't realized it all along, it wasn't clear to him and suddenly he knew what had happened. He got up and screamed, screamed his heart out, screamed out everything that could be screamed out and then, after five minutes of roaring, he fell over, just fell over and just lay there, didn't move, didn't breathe, didn't do anything and didn't think about anything anymore, or rather he couldn't ...