Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Decoding the Saiyan ❯ Peaceful ( Chapter 25 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z.

A/N: This is the shortest chapter yet- a 202 word drabble- but I felt that I needed to deal with the subject matter on its own. The prompt for this was `peaceful' from the Mood Swings Challenge.

Peaceful

The morning after the Cell Games felt… peaceful.

The pain of Goku's death was still there- a hollow burning in her heart that she knew would never quite disappear- but as she stepped out onto her bedroom balcony, she couldn't help but enjoy the fresh air and warm sunlight that kissed her skin.

Peace. That's what Son Goku- and his son- had given them.

Part of her didn't understand Goku's choice to stay dead, and she didn't quite know what to make of it. She could see the nobility in it, she supposed- there were a number of enemies that specifically went after Son-kun- but at the same time she couldn't help thinking How can it be noble to leave a wife and child behind?

Of course, that left her feeling guilty.

“I'm just going to trust you, Goku,” she spoke softly, sighing as she looked up at the clear sky. A gust of wind blew suddenly, ruffling her hair, and she almost believed it was him.

“Don't worry, Bulma,” he would say, grinning down at her.

She shook her head, and turned to step back inside. “I won't,” she whispered back, knowing deep down, that wherever he was, he was happy.