knew all too well that then ... that she had made up her mind then. Actually she would have wanted to wait, wait for something to change, for him to give her a sign. She had watched him through these weeks without his knowing it, every one of his gestures, every one of his words examined, turned, traced after him. Studying the expression on his face when he wasn't looking, looking for that one little sign ... She'd wanted to give herself more time, a little more time.A few more months.
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"Nothing will change," she said harshly to her reflection in the mirror. "We both are as we are and what doesn't work, you can't force it ..."
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She dried her face and went back to the kitchen. The pad on which she usually wrote her shopping lists was in the same place as always. Bulma put the salads in the refrigerator, sat down at the kitchen table, took out her cell phone and sent a short message to a number she had long known by heart. Then she got the pad and a pen and began to write ...
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A good two hours later, the front door fell shut without anyone hearing and the red speedster shot down the street.
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Another two hours later Vegeta came out of the bathroom freshly showered and strolled into the kitchen.
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"Bulma, is the food already ...?" The word stuck in his throat. The kitchen was empty. There was no smell of food, no place settings on the table.Just a note.
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Annoyed, Vegeta picked him up and read in a low voice:
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"Vegeta,
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I'm fed up with being treated like a pesky piece of furniture. Vegeta, if I really mean as much to you as I used to, please come to that special place. I'll wait a little ... but not long ... "a pressed, dried flower had been glued to the paper instead of a signature.
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“Phh!” Vegeta balled up the sheet of paper and tossed it on the floor. He opened the refrigerator, saw the salads, and wrinkled his nose. “Bulma!” No answer. "Bulma, stop making such bitches and cook me my dinner!" He ran through the house and called her name. She wasn't in the living room, in the greenhouse, or in the workshop. When he searched the garage, he noticed that Bulma's favorite red car was missing.
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As his hunger and anger grew, he called Gohan from the old console.<br />
"Has Bulma shown up with you?" He asked.
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"No, she isn't. Did she want to?"
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"I have no idea. She's once again crazy and makes up for insulted liver sausage. Are you already eating?"
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"Not yet, we just started the grill."
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"Leave me something. Bulma has made so many greens again that it makes you sick to look at it. I'll come to eat with you."
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He didn't give Gohan a chance to say anything, hung up and took off.
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Fortunately, Videl had prepared a large supply of fish and sausages. Trunks and Bra were amazed when their father suddenly showed up and told them about the news from their mother.
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"She hasn't had such a stupid idea in years," he grumbled and loaded his plate full of sausages. "If she thinks I'm crawling up like her house slave, then she can wait a long time."
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"Quite right, Papa," Trunks said approvingly. "You should never give in to women. Otherwise they'll think they can wrap you around their little fingers."
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"Aha, that's the expert speaking," scoffed Goten. "How many times have you been thrown off the brides in the past three weeks? Four or five times?"
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Everyone laughed. Only Videl frowned. Somehow that didn't fit in at all with Bulma, who was otherwise so contentious.
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Quite a distance away, at the same time, a lonely figure was sitting on the radiator of a red runabout that was standing on the edge of a cliff. The salty wind played with her long hair and the evening sun lit up her mask-like, rigid face. In her hand she was holding something white that was tugging at the wind. After a few minutes, when the sun touched the horizon, it jumped to the ground.
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"It would have been too nice ...", she mumbled, put the white under a stone on the edge of the cliff, started the car and put it into reverse.<br />
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Vegeta was pleased. He had eaten well and it was nice to talk to Gohan about the old days.
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"I'm coming with you!" Videl said to his surprise as he was preparing to fly home. "I don't have a good feeling about Bulma ..."
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"Oh what!" Said Vegeta. "She will have pouted somewhere for a while. Now she is safe at home and will whine my ears as soon as I come in the door."
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"We'll see," said Videl simply.
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When the two arrived at Bulma's house, it was still dead quiet inside. In the kitchen, Videl bent down to pick up the crumpled sheet of paper and straightened it so that he could read it.
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"Do you know where this special place is?" She asked Vegeta.
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He shrugged his shoulders. "Any place she has stupid, sentimental feelings for," he said.
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"I don't even know this flower," Videl held it under his nose.Does it mean something? "
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Vegeta looked at the delicate petals and suddenly the memory came back. "Yes," he said. "It only grows in a place where I used to train a lot."
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"Go there!" Urged Videl. "Believe me, I rarely get it wrong and Bulma was dead serious when she wrote this letter. Something must have happened, something big or a lot of little things that made her just drive off and on."
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"Do you really think I should give in to her mood?"
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"You don't have to crawl. Just show her that you care."
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“Well!” Not because he was particularly convinced of Videl's words, but rather because he finally wanted his peace and quiet and his comfortable, manageable everyday life back, he set out.
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As he flew across the plain towards the sea, he searched the ground for the red speedster, but apart from a few tire tracks there was nothing to be seen.
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When he reached the edge of the cliff, he noticed an acrid smell and looked down.
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"What the ..." he whispered as the cold crept through his limbs. Deep down, at the bottom of the cliffs, a burned-out wrecked car smoked. The impact and explosion that had occurred had been so severe that the vehicle had been deformed into an unrecognizable lump of metal. The smell of burned plastic and melted tin was mixed with the aftertaste of burned hair and seared meat. "Impossible ...", he muttered distraught and went down on his knees. Then his gaze fell on the white paper under the stone not far from the tire tracks.
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His trembling hand pulled out the bow.
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"Vegeta, Bra and Trunks,
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I leave you my fortune and my house, I have given the company itself to Lumia, which I actually wanted to train. Do not worry, the majority of the income will fall to you, you will be able to continue your comfortable life without me.<br />
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Vegeta, I still love you very much and believe me, this step was not easy for me. I persevered as long as I could and convinced myself that it had to be like this when you were together for a long time. But how long has it been since you hugged me? At first I thought it was my age, but it is more because I never meant as much to you as I always wanted to. When you love, age doesn't matter. But if you have ever loved me, that love has frozen to death in everyday life and I have failed to keep it alive.
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Vegeta, I just can't anymore. Always giving and giving and starving ... I don't want to go on living like this ... "
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The rest of the sheet was so smeared that it could hardly be deciphered.
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"How can ... how can you do this to me, Bulma ?!"
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Vegeta was trembling all over, he pushed himself up and with a scream of absolute desperation he hurled a glowing ball at the wreck at the foot of the cliff.The explosion was so violent that the water around it began to boil and nothing remained but white ash, which was carried up with the hot pressure wave and rained on the delicate flowers that bent in the wind.
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Salty tears fell on the last lines, at the bottom of the sheet:
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"I never expected flowers, confessions or gifts. I just wanted to be around you, be important to you, feel you. All I ever hoped for was just a small sign that you are not indifferent ... I wanted from you ...
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... just a smile."
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Final remark:
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Now don't say I didn't warn you ...
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I think this cruel ending amazes most. I hesitated for a long time whether I could do it like this, but decided to choose the hard version.Most of you are probably so young that you have never thought about how cruel the world is to aging women, how heartless the ideals of beauty are.
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Before the last tournament, it was clear that Trunks did not become a loving son, but a totally spoiled boy. The Trunks from the alternate future is a different matter.
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I must confess, I never got over the way Vegeta abandoned Baby Trunks and Bulma when the helicopter exploded. Is that what a man acts like who loves his family?
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This moment of softness that he shows at the end of the 20th part has only remained for a moment.
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In many marriages, if you don't work on the relationship, feelings will grow cold over time. Why should Vegeta have time for that?
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That Bulma meant something to him will be understood when I go beyond Z in the