As Vegeta flew, the wind in his face... he allows his tears fall. He grits his teeth and howls in pain as he shot through the air as fast as a bullet. He wanted to fly forever, to drownd his sorrows away from his beloved Bulma. Why her? She was barely above 40 years old and was so full of life, then one day things changed. She had been ill for the last few months and no one knew why. Bulma finally went to the doctors and to much of her dismay found that she had lukemia. She cried her eyes out with her face buried in her husband's shoulder.<br>Vegeta had told her he'd be with her all of the way and that he wouldn't allow her to die. She didn't deserve to die.<br>After making such a promise, Bulma was losing the war between the disease and her body and finally she died....<br>Of all the sins he'd commited in his life, were they so unforgivable that he had to lose her? The one thing that gave him hope, and the goodness that he thought he never had. He loved her so much that no female in all the universe could compare to how she'd effected his cold heart and made it's black exterior into that of the finest gold.<br>Vegeta had cared, cried, and shown emotions that he'd vowed that he'd never express, but all that changed once he fell into the grace of Bulma's loving arms. She was his mate and his queen, he would not allow such a precious thing in his life be lost to him forever! He just couldn't! He couldn't stand the look on his daughters face when she was told that her mommy was dying. The way she'd looked at Vegeta with those wide blue eyes that were identical to Bulma's. She'd thrown herself into her Papa's arms and Vegeta had held his little girl and soothed her with loving words whispered into her ear. His little girl Bra, he couldn't deny that she had him wrapped around her little finger and he was a bit overly protective of her. Bra seemed to enjoy that protection though... Trunks, he was still so proud of and Vegeta knew that no matter what he felt that he had to watch over his children. He was taking position as mother and father now, but he still needed Bulma. He wouldn't live a life without her... Bra, their little girl needed a mother and just thinking of his darling little girl crying over his mate's loss tore at his heart. Yes! He'd find a way to bring Bulma back, he had to keep the family together! Vegeta lands on a cliff overlooking the ocean, he stands there in silence, allowing the wind to blow through his spikey hair.<br>Bulma always loved being by the ocean and whenever he had the chance he'd fly her to the very spot and hold her in his arms as she gazed out into the wide open blue that surrounded them. He'd taken her here for the last time the day before today. She was so light and frail and Vegeta was afraid that he'd crush her if he wasn't careful. She laid her head on his shoulder and inhaled the ocean breeze, allowing the few strands of hair that poked out from beneath her white bandana to blow freely in the wind.<br>Vegeta stood there for the longest time watching her as her eyes drifted closed and he'd brought her home. He knew she was not long ment for the world so he had taken her home and laid gently into bed and watched her without a wink of sleep.<br>And now here he stood, alone... so very alone in such a big world without Bulma. He knew that Bulma couldn't be wished back because she'd died a natural death, but there had to be another way... there just had too....<br>He clenches his fists, and allows even more tears to fall from his eyes. Vegeta lifted his head to the sky and screamed, "WHHHHHHHHY?!"<br>Dende frowned from Earth's lookout. Seeing Vegeta, the great warrior with such pride, falling to his knees in agony. The poor namekan couldn't take it as he felt tears rimming his own eyes. Bulma had been his friend and savior since she helped him on Namek when he was just a little boy and now he stood tall in his late teens wondering if there was another way of bringing Bulma back.<br>His tempermental friend and protector Piccolo stood not far from him and seemed to know what he was thinking. Piccolo stared at Dende for the longest time, watching as the young god shed tears before him. "Maybe..."<br>Dende looked up at Piccolo hopefully, drying his tears on the back of his sleeve. Piccolo possed the memories of the previous god, Kami. Of all people, Kami probably knew what could be done. He smiles as Piccolo turned on his heel to head to Enma's office. Perhaps, there was a way... he only hoped that Enma, the lord of the dead would agree...<br><font color=blue>To Be Continued...