She sat in the plane – her hands were shaking. She knew it – how could he? First the stadium and now this? A single tear fell down her face as the world seemed to stop. Did he even really care about her, about his son, his family? She didn't feel the plane shake as the sun seemed to rise from the distance – she didn't hear the other's scream.

If anyone asks,
I'll tell them we both just moved on
When people all stare
I'll pretend that I don't hear them talk
Whenever I see you,
I'll swallow my pride
and bite my tongue
Pretend I'm okay with it all
Act like there's nothing wrong

'Oh Kami' she thought to herself as they landed at Kami's place. It was too quiet. She didn't see anyone – although she knew the person that she was looking for would never come back. He was gone and somehow she knew it. Even seeing her son did not console her. She felt empty and alone. He filled her with light and now there was only dark.

Is it over yet?
Can I open my eyes?
Is this as hard as it gets?
Is this what it feels like to really cry?
Cry

She walked around – in a daze, not really knowing what was going on around her. She didn't even notice Trunks shaking her arm. She turned to look at him and saw his lips move, but couldn't make out any sounds. Only silence.

If anyone asks,
I'll tell them we just grew apart
Yeah what do I care
If they believe me or not
Whenever I feel
Your memory is breaking my heart

He was gone – Piccilo confirmed it – he was gone…he was gone…

I'll pretend I'm okay with it all
Act like there's nothing wrong

Is it over yet?
Can I open my eyes?
Is this as hard as it gets?
Is this what it feels like to really cry?
Cry

I'm talking in circles
I'm lying, they know it
Why won't this just all go away

She didn't hear herself scream, she didn't feel the blood drawn from her fingernails digging into her hands. She didn't feel the hard ground as she collapsed. Not Vegeta, not him. The first selfless thing he ever does – and it is killing me. She couldn't help but wish he was there, to call her 'woman' and say she was a fool. He would never sneak into her window again; he would never kiss her again. She knew this is what it was like – what it was like to really cry.

Is it over yet?
Can I open my eyes?
Is this as hard as it gets?
Is this what it feels like to really cry?
Cry
Cry