LIFE OR SOMETHING LIKE IT.
Author's Notes: Normally in my stories, I only write in a quick straight to the point matter. However I was motivated to show my creative side, so if it's a bit wordy then I'm sorry. Hopefully you guys will like the story. This story is very emotionally charged; so don't forget your hankies. There may be a few misspelled words or names, so just ignore this small slight.
Disclaimer: None of these DBZ characters belong to me, they belong to Toonami. As a matter of fact we should make a petition to Toonami, which states that they should have DBZ cartoons on a regular basis. No more repeats already. I mean you guys are forcing me to buy the tapes already. ....................
The night had been a stormy one, with hordes of raindrops, which unmercifully fell from the heavens. I must have tossed and turned, during the duration of the night. My nerves felt like they were a little on edge, and for some reason I couldn't figure out why.
Normally the rain wouldn't have bothered me so much, but tonight was different. Not only was my husband out in this forsaken weather, but also were a host of other family and friends as well. Today was my parent's twentieth anniversary. Unfortunately due an untimely flu that I had, I was forced to stay home. My husband Trunks Briefs forbade me to step foot outside our lovely two story Victorian styled home. I tried everything in my power, to persuade him to let me go. However, he wasn't listening to any of my excuses.
So as the night wore on, I started to worry about my husband. I decided to give my parents a call, to see if he was still at their house. I threw off my comforter from my legs, and I began walking towards the telephone. My legs were shaking, and I hardly had any strength to pick up the phone. I stood there with the phone in my hands, unsure if I should call or not. I reasoned with myself that I was overreacting, but I also knew that I wouldn't be able to rest if I didn't make that call.
I dialed my parent's house, and after four rings my mother answered the phone. I could tell that she was asleep, and I suddenly became paranoid imagining the worst.
"Hello?"
"Mom it's me." I said
"Pan is that you?"
"Yeah it's me. I'm calling to see if Trunks is still there?"
"No he left a little over two hours ago. Is something wrong?"
I could hear my mother sit in an upright position. I twirled the phone cord in my hands, unsure about whether or not I should burden my mother.
"Pan?"
"Mom he hasn't come home yet, and I was beginning to get a little worried." I said as I shifted the phone to my other ear. It seemed as if the telephone grew heavier by the second, and I tightly grasped the phone.
"Oh honey, I'm sure it's not nothing. As a matter of fact, Trunks took Bulma home. So I'm sure that he will be home soon enough."
As I stood there listening to my mother, I still had a feeling of unease settle through me. I listened as I heard a voice in the background, and I discerned that it was my father. I heard my mom talking to my father, but I was too distracted to listen to what they were saying.
"Your father just said that Trunks had to take your Uncle Goten home too. His car broke down over here, and Trunks said that he would drop him off as well. It was pretty late, so Trunks just decided to take everyone home. I'm sure that's what keeping him so long. Besides you already know how Trunks and Goten are like, when you get them two together."
"I guess that you're right."
"Are you o.k? Honey? Do you need me to drive over, and wait with you until he comes home."
"No. I don't want you to get out in this bad weather. I'm sure that's he's just fooling around at Uncle Goten's house as usual."
"Well if you change your mind, just give me a ring o.k?"
"I promise ma."
"I love you."
"I love you too ma. Oh and tell dad that I said that I love him too. I'm sorry that I couldn't make it."
"Well I'd rather you'd stay at home myself, instead of risking your health in all this rain."
"I guess so. I promise to give you a call in the morning. I'm sure I'm just worrying too much. He probably just decided to spend the night. If he calls you, would you give me a ring? He probably thinks that I'm going to chew his head off, for not calling me."
"You bet."
"Bye mom."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone, still feeling a bit uneasy. I'm sure that my mom was right about Trunk's whereabouts, but I clearly wasn't going to rest easy until I found out otherwise. I decided to call my uncle, and I glanced over at the wall clock. The time read 12:45 P.M.
I was furious that my husband didn't call to tell me, that he was going to spend the night at Goten's house. So I picked up the phone, and dialed my uncle's phone number. I waited as I listened to the phone ring and ring. After the phone continually ranged, I heard the line switch over. I listened as the answering machine roared to life.
"This is San's residence, and at the moment there is no one home. If you would like to leave a message for me Goten, or my beautiful wife Bra, then leave your name and number at the sound of the beep. Thank you and have a nice day."
"Beep."
"Goten, you tell that husband of mine that he's going to get it, for not calling me tonight. I guess I'll call you back tomorrow. Bye."
I hung the phone back up, and went to sit on my bed. Just as soon as I was about to lie back down, I heard my living room screen door creak. I jumped out the bed, ready to give my husband a piece of my mind. On the way down the stairs, I suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
*That baka must have forgotten his keys again.
I walked down to the front door, and I snatched open the door with anger written all over my face. The look of anger was soon replaced with a look of surprised, as I saw two uniformed officers instead of my husband. I closed my robe, and tightened the straps around my waist. There was a new feeling invading my body, and that feeling was the feeling of fear. It was like no other feeling that I have ever experienced before, and I immediately discerned that I didn't like this new feeling.
"Mrs. Briefs?"
"Yes." I said as I looked back and forth, at the two officers.
"Is Trunks Brief your husband?"
"Yes he is. What's going on here officers?
"I'm here to report that your husband has been in an accident." The taller officer said.
I looked into the cops hazel eyes, and searched them for some level of truth. He could do nothing but consolingly pat my back, as I broke down and cried. There was a part of me that believed that everything that he said was all a lie. I wanted to believe that the man I fell in love with three years ago, was playing some type of cruel trick on me.
"Is he all right? What hospital did you take him to? I'm sure that he'll be all right. I'm sure of it." I said in between sobs.
"Mrs. Briefs I don't think that you understand me, but your husband didn't make it. He was killed instantly. We will need you to come with us to identify the remains of the other three passengers, that were also in the car."
"Oh God why? Why? You're lying. You Bastards are lying." I said as I quickly began to break down.
I slumped to the floor, as my tears rapidly fell. The shorter officer pulled me back to my feet, and I did the first thing that came to mind. I hit the officer with my fists, momentarily forgetting that I was ΒΌ say-jin. I stopped when I noticed the cop straining to breathe. Thankfully he didn't take any offense from the brutal attack that I had given to him.
He looked me over and led me into the living room foyer. He removed his hat, and waited until I was seated on the couch. He cleared his throat and looked me over before he began to speak.
"I know that this is a hard time for you, but we really need someone to I.D. the other victims."
"How?"
"A drunk driver ran a red light, and crashed into the vehicle that your husband drove."
"Is he still alive, the drunk driver?"
"No he's not. You do realize that we'll need you to come with us. We'll need to leave as soon as possible."
I shook my head, nodding that I understood what was being said. I slowly arose from the couch, and turned towards the stairs. I slowly climbed the stairs; gripping the rail tighter the higher I went. I suddenly felt light headed, and gratefully the officer wasn't far behind. I felt his hand guide along my back, as soon as I felt my feet falling from under me.
Soon I was able to regain my footing, and I walked up the stairs to dress. I walked over to my closet, and I pulled out a neatly pressed pair of blue jeans. I also pulled a navy shirt with ruffles, and I quickly dressed.
As soon as I was done, I walked back down the foyer in hopes that this was all just a dream. My hopes were shattered as soon as I saw the two cops once again. I grabbed my purse, umbrella, and my keys from the hall closet. I quickly walked out to the porch, and I stood there waiting for the cops to walk out the door. I locked the door, with shaking hands, as the rain fell upon my head. I opened my umbrella, and walked out into the never- ending rainstorm.
I walked towards my car, unsure if I could make the drive through all this rain. However, I was relieved when the cop took my hand, and escorted me to his squad car. I let my umbrella down and I sat in the back seat. As the car took off, I didn't want to believe that my husband was dead. The only thoughts that I had were of the good times that we had.
I looked out of the window, and noticed all kinds of shapes passing me by. However, the only thing that I could see was my husband's smiling face. I remembered the way he would lovingly look at me, with those beautiful blue eyes. I remembered the way he would sneak up behind me, and nuzzle on my neck when I didn't expect it. I recalled how he would power up into a super say-jin, whenever I was in any type of trouble.
So why was he dead? Why were these cops coming to my door claiming that Trunks was dead? It was impossible. Surely King Yabba would've prevented this. After all how many times have we saved the world? Didn't he owe it to my family to stop this from ever happening? My husband was dead, and there was nothing that I could do about it. Earlier I put a few senszu beans in my purse, hoping that the pills could bring back my lover.
Before I knew it, the car pulled up towards the hospital. The officer opened the back door, and escorted me down the long corridor. We finally made it to a beige door, where I met a tall blonde lady. I looked at her name badge, and it read Lisa. The cops excused themselves, and decided to wait for me in the waiting room. Once they left, the doctor looked at me as compassionately as she could. Her gaze never wavered from mine, which instantly led me to believe that she had been doing this for some time.
"Mrs. Briefs before we go in, I must warn you that it's a little bad. If you can't continue the identification process, then I'll need you to call somebody who can. We'll need to notify the families of the deceased as soon as possible. Whenever you're ready to go inside, then just let me know."
My voice was caught somewhere between my chest and my throat. I couldn't do anything but nod my head in agreement, and Lisa opened the door that had the word Morgue written on it.
She took me to a row of silver boxes that were stacked high above each other, and proceeded to open the first set. As she pulled out the long table, I noticed that the body had a long white sheet over it. She slowly removed the sheet, and the first thing that I saw was lavender hair. Soon my eyes fell down to look at the battered face that I had known so well.
My heart felt as if it was on fire, and I couldn't believe what was going on. I slumped against my husband, and held on to him afraid to let him go, even though it was already too late. The doctor gently removed my hands and covered up my husband, and made a move to close the door back up. I grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes, before I found the courage to speak.
"Please leave it opened. I want to say my last goodbye before we leave."
Understandingly she understood, and she led me to another silver box nearby. She repeated the same process as before, and then she removed the sheet. At once I noticed the spiky hair, which stuck in all different directions.
The nurse looked at me, with a questionable look in her eyes.
"Do you know who this young man is?"
"That's my uncle. Uncle Goten Sans."
She quickly covered the body, and closed the door. She opened up another door, and looked at me expectantly.
"Do you know this young lady?"
A look of confusion crossed my face as I looked at the young woman in front of me.
"Yeah that's Marron. She's supposed to be away at college. I don't understand why she's here though."
"Is she a family member?"
"No she's one of my friends, but I hadn't seen her in nearly three years. We had a huge fight before she left for college."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
She quickly repeated the long dreaded process, before she came to the last silver box. She looked at me, and then grabbed my hand.
"Mrs. Briefs this last I.D. might be pretty hard for you to identify. The lady that you're about to identify has had the worst injuries. Her head was decapitated, so I just want you to know what to expect. Are you ready to view the body?"
"Yeah."
At once I saw that same familiar lavender hair, and I knew at once that she was none other than Bulma Briefs.
"That's Bulma Briefs. She's my husbands mother."
"O.K. Thank you for doing something that difficult. Do you need to speak with anyone? Would you like to have a seat?"
"No I'm fine. Can I have a moment alone? You know, to say my final goodbyes."
"Sure. Just let me know when you're done."
I waited for the doctor to leave, and then I slid my hand in my purse. I reached in and grabbed the first senszu bean that I could. I palmed the bean in my hand, and pried open Trunks mouth with my other free hand. I dropped the bean in his mouth, and waited for it to dissolve. I waited for what seemed like hours, and still nothing happened. I figured that the bean would have to take time to work, so I set off trying to feed Goten and Marron the bean. I didn't even bother trying to give Bulma one, for it would've been useless.
After five minutes and then ten minutes passed, I gave up hope that they were ever coming back. Normally they would've been brought back to life by now. I walked back over to Trunks, and I ran a long finger across his face. His skin was cold to the touch, but this simple touch still managed to make me have butterflies in my stomach.
I leaned over and lightly kissed his lips, with the knowledge that I would never get to kiss him again. I had the knowledge that I would never get to hold him in my arms again, or to tell him that I was one week pregnant. I would never get the chance to say that I loved him, even more so today than I did yesterday.
My loss was ten fold, but it was going to be even more harder than telling the truth to my family. As a matter of fact all of my family and friends have lost someone in this tragic accident. Krillin and 18 lost Marron. Goku and Chichi lost Goten. Bra, Vegita, and myself lost Trunks. As a matter of fact we were all family, and this loss was going to be hard on everyone, and I had to be the one that told them.
I was still kissing my husband goodbye, when the doctor came back in. She looked over at me sadly, before speaking.
"Mrs. Briefs the officer's are going to take you to get the victims personal artifacts, and we'll need you to sign a few release forms before you go."
I took one last look at the love of my life, the same man that I had a crush on when I was ten. I whispered a final goodbye, and prayed that King Yabba would take good care of my family. Sure enough I could've collected some dragon balls and wished them back to life, but unfortunately there were no more. There haven't been any dragon balls for the last fifteen years. So there was no way that I could think of that would bring them back. So I had to let them go.
I walked over to the officers, and walked with them to some type of office. The man that sat behind the desk, looked at me.
"Last name?"
"Briefs."
"Oh yeah. I have some items here for you."
He handed me four different plastic bags, which held all kinds of things. I took the bag, and went to fill out my forms. When I finished my paperwork, I headed towards the front door. Suddenly Lisa walked back over to me, and called my name.
"Mrs. Briefs I forgot to ask you, exactly what are your plans with the bodies?"
"Well we have made plans with a local funeral home beforehand."
"You already have a plot reserved for the deceased?"
"Yeah. So I'm sure that they'll call you as soon as I make the arrangements. Can you hold them for at least two days?"
"That'll be no problem."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. You take care o.k."
I was soon sitting back in the squad car, on my way home. I was glad that the cops decided to wait for me, because normally they would've just left. I must have fell asleep, because I soon felt a soft nudge on my shoulder. I woke up, and I left the car. It was still raining as I stood there, and unlocked the door. I walked into my home, and closed the door. I waited to hear the squad car drive off, until I fell to the floor. I had lost all of my resolve, and I broke down crying.
It was getting harder to breath, and I cried myself to sleep. I slept right there on the floor, and I reawakened at 6:30 in the morning. I picked myself up from the floor, and I walked over to the telephone. I dialed the first phone number that came to mind, and that was my mother.
She finally picked up the phone, and with a sleepy voice she answered.
"Hello?"
"Mommy." I couldn't tell her, because at that moment I felt so weak and defeated.
"Pan honey, what's wrong?"
"He's gone." I sobbed into the phone receiver.
"Gone? Who's gone?"
"Trunks. He's...He's dead mommy."
"Oh Pan honey. I'm coming over. Let me just wake up your dad."
"That's not all. Bulma, Goten and Marron were in the car too. Their all gone."
"Oh my God. Does anyone else know?"
"No. I didn't call them yet."
"Baby we're on our way."
"Momma, don't tell Daddy about Goten just yet. It's still raining, and I couldn't bear to lose you guys too." I soon broke down into a fit of hysterics, as I listened to my mother talking to my father.
"Hon, we're leaving right now. Just don't do anything drastic alright?"
"Momma, I miss him so much."
"I know you do honey. I'm on my way."
I hung up the phone, and cried into my hands. Even though I was suffering with one of my greatest loss, I couldn't let my parents see me this way. I had to be strong. So I went back into the living room and sat on the couch. I tried to put on a brave face, but the tears seemed to overwhelm me the most. So I cried. I cried because I had lost my love, my family, and my best friend, and all in one day. For me it had been the worst day of my life, and there was no turning back the hands of time. Not this time.
Author's Notes: Normally in my stories, I only write in a quick straight to the point matter. However I was motivated to show my creative side, so if it's a bit wordy then I'm sorry. Hopefully you guys will like the story. This story is very emotionally charged; so don't forget your hankies. There may be a few misspelled words or names, so just ignore this small slight.
Disclaimer: None of these DBZ characters belong to me, they belong to Toonami. As a matter of fact we should make a petition to Toonami, which states that they should have DBZ cartoons on a regular basis. No more repeats already. I mean you guys are forcing me to buy the tapes already. ....................
The night had been a stormy one, with hordes of raindrops, which unmercifully fell from the heavens. I must have tossed and turned, during the duration of the night. My nerves felt like they were a little on edge, and for some reason I couldn't figure out why.
Normally the rain wouldn't have bothered me so much, but tonight was different. Not only was my husband out in this forsaken weather, but also were a host of other family and friends as well. Today was my parent's twentieth anniversary. Unfortunately due an untimely flu that I had, I was forced to stay home. My husband Trunks Briefs forbade me to step foot outside our lovely two story Victorian styled home. I tried everything in my power, to persuade him to let me go. However, he wasn't listening to any of my excuses.
So as the night wore on, I started to worry about my husband. I decided to give my parents a call, to see if he was still at their house. I threw off my comforter from my legs, and I began walking towards the telephone. My legs were shaking, and I hardly had any strength to pick up the phone. I stood there with the phone in my hands, unsure if I should call or not. I reasoned with myself that I was overreacting, but I also knew that I wouldn't be able to rest if I didn't make that call.
I dialed my parent's house, and after four rings my mother answered the phone. I could tell that she was asleep, and I suddenly became paranoid imagining the worst.
"Hello?"
"Mom it's me." I said
"Pan is that you?"
"Yeah it's me. I'm calling to see if Trunks is still there?"
"No he left a little over two hours ago. Is something wrong?"
I could hear my mother sit in an upright position. I twirled the phone cord in my hands, unsure about whether or not I should burden my mother.
"Pan?"
"Mom he hasn't come home yet, and I was beginning to get a little worried." I said as I shifted the phone to my other ear. It seemed as if the telephone grew heavier by the second, and I tightly grasped the phone.
"Oh honey, I'm sure it's not nothing. As a matter of fact, Trunks took Bulma home. So I'm sure that he will be home soon enough."
As I stood there listening to my mother, I still had a feeling of unease settle through me. I listened as I heard a voice in the background, and I discerned that it was my father. I heard my mom talking to my father, but I was too distracted to listen to what they were saying.
"Your father just said that Trunks had to take your Uncle Goten home too. His car broke down over here, and Trunks said that he would drop him off as well. It was pretty late, so Trunks just decided to take everyone home. I'm sure that's what keeping him so long. Besides you already know how Trunks and Goten are like, when you get them two together."
"I guess that you're right."
"Are you o.k? Honey? Do you need me to drive over, and wait with you until he comes home."
"No. I don't want you to get out in this bad weather. I'm sure that's he's just fooling around at Uncle Goten's house as usual."
"Well if you change your mind, just give me a ring o.k?"
"I promise ma."
"I love you."
"I love you too ma. Oh and tell dad that I said that I love him too. I'm sorry that I couldn't make it."
"Well I'd rather you'd stay at home myself, instead of risking your health in all this rain."
"I guess so. I promise to give you a call in the morning. I'm sure I'm just worrying too much. He probably just decided to spend the night. If he calls you, would you give me a ring? He probably thinks that I'm going to chew his head off, for not calling me."
"You bet."
"Bye mom."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone, still feeling a bit uneasy. I'm sure that my mom was right about Trunk's whereabouts, but I clearly wasn't going to rest easy until I found out otherwise. I decided to call my uncle, and I glanced over at the wall clock. The time read 12:45 P.M.
I was furious that my husband didn't call to tell me, that he was going to spend the night at Goten's house. So I picked up the phone, and dialed my uncle's phone number. I waited as I listened to the phone ring and ring. After the phone continually ranged, I heard the line switch over. I listened as the answering machine roared to life.
"This is San's residence, and at the moment there is no one home. If you would like to leave a message for me Goten, or my beautiful wife Bra, then leave your name and number at the sound of the beep. Thank you and have a nice day."
"Beep."
"Goten, you tell that husband of mine that he's going to get it, for not calling me tonight. I guess I'll call you back tomorrow. Bye."
I hung the phone back up, and went to sit on my bed. Just as soon as I was about to lie back down, I heard my living room screen door creak. I jumped out the bed, ready to give my husband a piece of my mind. On the way down the stairs, I suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
*That baka must have forgotten his keys again.
I walked down to the front door, and I snatched open the door with anger written all over my face. The look of anger was soon replaced with a look of surprised, as I saw two uniformed officers instead of my husband. I closed my robe, and tightened the straps around my waist. There was a new feeling invading my body, and that feeling was the feeling of fear. It was like no other feeling that I have ever experienced before, and I immediately discerned that I didn't like this new feeling.
"Mrs. Briefs?"
"Yes." I said as I looked back and forth, at the two officers.
"Is Trunks Brief your husband?"
"Yes he is. What's going on here officers?
"I'm here to report that your husband has been in an accident." The taller officer said.
I looked into the cops hazel eyes, and searched them for some level of truth. He could do nothing but consolingly pat my back, as I broke down and cried. There was a part of me that believed that everything that he said was all a lie. I wanted to believe that the man I fell in love with three years ago, was playing some type of cruel trick on me.
"Is he all right? What hospital did you take him to? I'm sure that he'll be all right. I'm sure of it." I said in between sobs.
"Mrs. Briefs I don't think that you understand me, but your husband didn't make it. He was killed instantly. We will need you to come with us to identify the remains of the other three passengers, that were also in the car."
"Oh God why? Why? You're lying. You Bastards are lying." I said as I quickly began to break down.
I slumped to the floor, as my tears rapidly fell. The shorter officer pulled me back to my feet, and I did the first thing that came to mind. I hit the officer with my fists, momentarily forgetting that I was ΒΌ say-jin. I stopped when I noticed the cop straining to breathe. Thankfully he didn't take any offense from the brutal attack that I had given to him.
He looked me over and led me into the living room foyer. He removed his hat, and waited until I was seated on the couch. He cleared his throat and looked me over before he began to speak.
"I know that this is a hard time for you, but we really need someone to I.D. the other victims."
"How?"
"A drunk driver ran a red light, and crashed into the vehicle that your husband drove."
"Is he still alive, the drunk driver?"
"No he's not. You do realize that we'll need you to come with us. We'll need to leave as soon as possible."
I shook my head, nodding that I understood what was being said. I slowly arose from the couch, and turned towards the stairs. I slowly climbed the stairs; gripping the rail tighter the higher I went. I suddenly felt light headed, and gratefully the officer wasn't far behind. I felt his hand guide along my back, as soon as I felt my feet falling from under me.
Soon I was able to regain my footing, and I walked up the stairs to dress. I walked over to my closet, and I pulled out a neatly pressed pair of blue jeans. I also pulled a navy shirt with ruffles, and I quickly dressed.
As soon as I was done, I walked back down the foyer in hopes that this was all just a dream. My hopes were shattered as soon as I saw the two cops once again. I grabbed my purse, umbrella, and my keys from the hall closet. I quickly walked out to the porch, and I stood there waiting for the cops to walk out the door. I locked the door, with shaking hands, as the rain fell upon my head. I opened my umbrella, and walked out into the never- ending rainstorm.
I walked towards my car, unsure if I could make the drive through all this rain. However, I was relieved when the cop took my hand, and escorted me to his squad car. I let my umbrella down and I sat in the back seat. As the car took off, I didn't want to believe that my husband was dead. The only thoughts that I had were of the good times that we had.
I looked out of the window, and noticed all kinds of shapes passing me by. However, the only thing that I could see was my husband's smiling face. I remembered the way he would lovingly look at me, with those beautiful blue eyes. I remembered the way he would sneak up behind me, and nuzzle on my neck when I didn't expect it. I recalled how he would power up into a super say-jin, whenever I was in any type of trouble.
So why was he dead? Why were these cops coming to my door claiming that Trunks was dead? It was impossible. Surely King Yabba would've prevented this. After all how many times have we saved the world? Didn't he owe it to my family to stop this from ever happening? My husband was dead, and there was nothing that I could do about it. Earlier I put a few senszu beans in my purse, hoping that the pills could bring back my lover.
Before I knew it, the car pulled up towards the hospital. The officer opened the back door, and escorted me down the long corridor. We finally made it to a beige door, where I met a tall blonde lady. I looked at her name badge, and it read Lisa. The cops excused themselves, and decided to wait for me in the waiting room. Once they left, the doctor looked at me as compassionately as she could. Her gaze never wavered from mine, which instantly led me to believe that she had been doing this for some time.
"Mrs. Briefs before we go in, I must warn you that it's a little bad. If you can't continue the identification process, then I'll need you to call somebody who can. We'll need to notify the families of the deceased as soon as possible. Whenever you're ready to go inside, then just let me know."
My voice was caught somewhere between my chest and my throat. I couldn't do anything but nod my head in agreement, and Lisa opened the door that had the word Morgue written on it.
She took me to a row of silver boxes that were stacked high above each other, and proceeded to open the first set. As she pulled out the long table, I noticed that the body had a long white sheet over it. She slowly removed the sheet, and the first thing that I saw was lavender hair. Soon my eyes fell down to look at the battered face that I had known so well.
My heart felt as if it was on fire, and I couldn't believe what was going on. I slumped against my husband, and held on to him afraid to let him go, even though it was already too late. The doctor gently removed my hands and covered up my husband, and made a move to close the door back up. I grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes, before I found the courage to speak.
"Please leave it opened. I want to say my last goodbye before we leave."
Understandingly she understood, and she led me to another silver box nearby. She repeated the same process as before, and then she removed the sheet. At once I noticed the spiky hair, which stuck in all different directions.
The nurse looked at me, with a questionable look in her eyes.
"Do you know who this young man is?"
"That's my uncle. Uncle Goten Sans."
She quickly covered the body, and closed the door. She opened up another door, and looked at me expectantly.
"Do you know this young lady?"
A look of confusion crossed my face as I looked at the young woman in front of me.
"Yeah that's Marron. She's supposed to be away at college. I don't understand why she's here though."
"Is she a family member?"
"No she's one of my friends, but I hadn't seen her in nearly three years. We had a huge fight before she left for college."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
She quickly repeated the long dreaded process, before she came to the last silver box. She looked at me, and then grabbed my hand.
"Mrs. Briefs this last I.D. might be pretty hard for you to identify. The lady that you're about to identify has had the worst injuries. Her head was decapitated, so I just want you to know what to expect. Are you ready to view the body?"
"Yeah."
At once I saw that same familiar lavender hair, and I knew at once that she was none other than Bulma Briefs.
"That's Bulma Briefs. She's my husbands mother."
"O.K. Thank you for doing something that difficult. Do you need to speak with anyone? Would you like to have a seat?"
"No I'm fine. Can I have a moment alone? You know, to say my final goodbyes."
"Sure. Just let me know when you're done."
I waited for the doctor to leave, and then I slid my hand in my purse. I reached in and grabbed the first senszu bean that I could. I palmed the bean in my hand, and pried open Trunks mouth with my other free hand. I dropped the bean in his mouth, and waited for it to dissolve. I waited for what seemed like hours, and still nothing happened. I figured that the bean would have to take time to work, so I set off trying to feed Goten and Marron the bean. I didn't even bother trying to give Bulma one, for it would've been useless.
After five minutes and then ten minutes passed, I gave up hope that they were ever coming back. Normally they would've been brought back to life by now. I walked back over to Trunks, and I ran a long finger across his face. His skin was cold to the touch, but this simple touch still managed to make me have butterflies in my stomach.
I leaned over and lightly kissed his lips, with the knowledge that I would never get to kiss him again. I had the knowledge that I would never get to hold him in my arms again, or to tell him that I was one week pregnant. I would never get the chance to say that I loved him, even more so today than I did yesterday.
My loss was ten fold, but it was going to be even more harder than telling the truth to my family. As a matter of fact all of my family and friends have lost someone in this tragic accident. Krillin and 18 lost Marron. Goku and Chichi lost Goten. Bra, Vegita, and myself lost Trunks. As a matter of fact we were all family, and this loss was going to be hard on everyone, and I had to be the one that told them.
I was still kissing my husband goodbye, when the doctor came back in. She looked over at me sadly, before speaking.
"Mrs. Briefs the officer's are going to take you to get the victims personal artifacts, and we'll need you to sign a few release forms before you go."
I took one last look at the love of my life, the same man that I had a crush on when I was ten. I whispered a final goodbye, and prayed that King Yabba would take good care of my family. Sure enough I could've collected some dragon balls and wished them back to life, but unfortunately there were no more. There haven't been any dragon balls for the last fifteen years. So there was no way that I could think of that would bring them back. So I had to let them go.
I walked over to the officers, and walked with them to some type of office. The man that sat behind the desk, looked at me.
"Last name?"
"Briefs."
"Oh yeah. I have some items here for you."
He handed me four different plastic bags, which held all kinds of things. I took the bag, and went to fill out my forms. When I finished my paperwork, I headed towards the front door. Suddenly Lisa walked back over to me, and called my name.
"Mrs. Briefs I forgot to ask you, exactly what are your plans with the bodies?"
"Well we have made plans with a local funeral home beforehand."
"You already have a plot reserved for the deceased?"
"Yeah. So I'm sure that they'll call you as soon as I make the arrangements. Can you hold them for at least two days?"
"That'll be no problem."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. You take care o.k."
I was soon sitting back in the squad car, on my way home. I was glad that the cops decided to wait for me, because normally they would've just left. I must have fell asleep, because I soon felt a soft nudge on my shoulder. I woke up, and I left the car. It was still raining as I stood there, and unlocked the door. I walked into my home, and closed the door. I waited to hear the squad car drive off, until I fell to the floor. I had lost all of my resolve, and I broke down crying.
It was getting harder to breath, and I cried myself to sleep. I slept right there on the floor, and I reawakened at 6:30 in the morning. I picked myself up from the floor, and I walked over to the telephone. I dialed the first phone number that came to mind, and that was my mother.
She finally picked up the phone, and with a sleepy voice she answered.
"Hello?"
"Mommy." I couldn't tell her, because at that moment I felt so weak and defeated.
"Pan honey, what's wrong?"
"He's gone." I sobbed into the phone receiver.
"Gone? Who's gone?"
"Trunks. He's...He's dead mommy."
"Oh Pan honey. I'm coming over. Let me just wake up your dad."
"That's not all. Bulma, Goten and Marron were in the car too. Their all gone."
"Oh my God. Does anyone else know?"
"No. I didn't call them yet."
"Baby we're on our way."
"Momma, don't tell Daddy about Goten just yet. It's still raining, and I couldn't bear to lose you guys too." I soon broke down into a fit of hysterics, as I listened to my mother talking to my father.
"Hon, we're leaving right now. Just don't do anything drastic alright?"
"Momma, I miss him so much."
"I know you do honey. I'm on my way."
I hung up the phone, and cried into my hands. Even though I was suffering with one of my greatest loss, I couldn't let my parents see me this way. I had to be strong. So I went back into the living room and sat on the couch. I tried to put on a brave face, but the tears seemed to overwhelm me the most. So I cried. I cried because I had lost my love, my family, and my best friend, and all in one day. For me it had been the worst day of my life, and there was no turning back the hands of time. Not this time.