Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

“With the disappearance of Trunks, Capsule Corporation’s CEO, his sister Bra will be taking over,” the newswoman’s voice was heard on the TV set in the living room. Within moments of it being said, Vegeta cut the TV off, and crushed the remote. The rest of the broadcast could not be heard.

“Fuck woman how the fuck could this happen?” Vegeta growled as his fist made contact with the wall. Every fighter, close and not so close, had tried his or her upmost best to restore the Prince’s son to life but the dragon would have nothing of it.

Bulma caught her husband’s hand before it made contact with the wall again. “I’m just as lost as you but that is no reason to go off half cocked!” Her eyes narrowed as she dropped his hand and crossed her arms over her chest. “Perhaps there is a clue in what the dragon said…”

“We never had to have fucking bodies before to bring back someone. We brought back all those fucking useless humans!” Vegeta caught himself before he spat on the living room furnishings. He looked at his wife once before quickly looking away. Hurt and lost, he stormed from the room; these were not emotions he was use to feeling, let alone being able to understand them.

“Vegeta,” Bulma called out to him. Shakily she forced herself to run after him.

–Ten Years Later–

Despite the hollow filling that filled several hearts since that time, life had moved on. Peace had settled in the world that was now. Amazingly, no harm threatened the planet.

A few young, a few old had previously packed themselves into the sardine can known as ‘Led Lights’, a nightclub. Time had softened them even if they frequently trained. Play before worked seemed to be their motto, much like their fallen friend in arms.

Pan, still intoxicated by the alcohol, giggled without cause. She rolled from her stomach to her back and pointed up to the ceiling. “Marron?” she glanced over as she pointed upwards at the ceiling. She used her other arm to prop her head up. She pouted when she realized her girl friend was sound asleep. She stopped her fit of giggles as she stumbled out of bed. She staggered down the hall towards the kitchen.

“Living with you two is like,” Bra growled as she looked away from the TV and towards the kitchen. Fresh from a breakup and the last place she wanted was to go back home she was currently only living with the teenage lovebirds because she felt she had no place else to go.

“Some thanks we get for opening our home to you,” Pan rolled her eyes. “Drink you a couple and loosen up.” She grabbed a couple wine coolers from the fridge, it was not what she had intended to get until now, and staggered towards the sofa. She draped herself over the couch. “Here you go,” she giggled.

“Thanks,” Bra mumbled. She looked the wine cooler over; she did not intend to drink it. She sighed softly. She ran her finger over the mouth of the bottle and turned her attention once more to the TV.

“Something’s bothering you. I can tell,” Pan said as she kicked her legs in the air. She was teetering on the backing of the sofa. She was more concerned with her friend than her haphazard position or drink.

“My brother,” Bra replied when she got a look from her roommate from her silence that she had given her. “I don’t want to believe it. I don’t need more shit in my already fucked up life.” She ran her fingers through her hair as she yawned. Although she had not drank or danced much she was exhausted from the clubbing.

Pan was unsure how to comfort her friend. She stood up straight and put the bottle down on the table. More steady that previous she walked around to the front of the sofa. She was quickly sobering up due to Bra’s current mood. “What about your brother?”

“I think I saw him,” Bra whispered before standing up and pushing Pan aside. “You really should cloth yourself before your lover gets the wrong idea about us.” She did appreciate Pan’s concern but did not want her friend to get in trouble for it.

Pan clenched her fist and caught herself before she spat out something foul towards the other person. She hardly understood Bra before, and even less now since the loss of her brother. “Fine,” she finally said as she grabbed her bottle and stormed back to her room.

Marron who had been standing just inside the bedroom quickly, silently ran back to bed when she heard someone coming back down the hall. She pulled the sheet over her and clenched her eyes shut. She repeatedly told herself that what she had heard meant nothing even if she had, had her suspicions before now.