There was a loud explosion, causing Bulma to jump. Vegeta pulled her against her tightly. She let the waterfall of tears stain her cheeks as the sirens grew louder. "Woman, you know I am the only one that can stop them." Vegeta said confidently. His Saiyan suit was in tattered rags. Gashes and holes across his armor. She'd been working on new armor, tougher armor. But she was afraid it would be done too late.

"Stop your tears, woman." His words were harsh and angry. His calloused fingers rested on her neck, rubbing her neck softly. "Do as I say, woman." His voice was much softer now as she looked up at him. He still wore his scowl, but his eyes reflected hers.

She leaned into his touch. So many of her friends were already dead. She wanted so much to tell him not to go. To stay here with her and little Trunks. She wanted to tell him that Trunks needed his father.

Vegeta wiped her trailing tears.

She gasped as she felt his lips on her brow. "Bulma..." He whispered. She pressed her lips together, gripping his hands on her neck.

Don't go, Don't go, Don't go. "Please come home." She begged.

Vegeta straightened, his face hardened, but his gentle warmth remained. "I will return, Woman." She sniffed softly to herself nodding.

Her lasting memory of him was his broad shoulders as he stalked towards the wreckage of the city proudly.

III

AN: This is 100% based on the fantastical work of RedViolett. Her work is called, "I will come back." It's beautiful. Go find it on dA.