All of You

Bulma was at the helm of the aircraft and with a single click on a nearby button the doors closed behind Trunks. With the click of another button, she abandoned her post and made her way towards her son.

"Oh my," she froze in fear at the sight of him but quickly brushed off the fear, "I've got you."

She rested a comforting hand on the injured man in front of her as tears came to her eyes, "I don't even want to imagine what would've happened hadn't I-"

She shook her head not wanting to think the worst and propelled herself into action.

"Is he going to be OK?" Trunks asked.

"Don't worry about that. I've got this," she answered determinedly.

With that, Trunks nodded and darted towards the helm of the aircraft.

"What the hell!" she snapped as she fought to keep her footing as the airship dove down.

"He knew the last attack came from the sky. We should stick close to the ground."

"Good thinking," she responded calmly as the ship was now cruising along at a steady pace. They were hovering over the ocean in record speed and were soon zooming past a towering field that led back to city life. She scrambled towards some supplies neatly tucked away in their own compartment. She went to work collecting vials of varying medicines and was already attaching a hypodermic needle to a syringe. Soon it was filled with an orange liquid and she effectively stabbed it into his left thigh.

He cried out in pain, "Leave it! Leave it woman!"

Ignoring him, she grabbed a jar of translucent liquid from her vast options and was about to pour it over the open wound when he grabbed her hand. Terrified, she was forced to look into his eyes.

"I deserve to die like this."

Hearing those words from her husband's mouth sent a dark feeling through her very being.

"What are you talking about?" Trunks leapt to his father's side.

"I'm sure someone must have told you by now," Vegeta struggled with every word and forced a smile. "I'm not exactly a saint."

"But, Dad," Trunks felt the sting of tears on his cheeks, "That's not true, you helped saved the earth a few times, didn't you?"

"And I've also put the earth in danger one too many times. Son, I lived an evil life." He grabbed hold of his hand and squeezed as tightly as he could. This small action took an incredible amount of strength to accomplish, "I killed countless people cold-heartedly. But, you, my son, you are just like your mother." He looked into his wife's eyes, "An angel I never deserved. Now throw me out, I do not want him to hurt you."

How many times do I have to tell you

Even when you're crying you're beautiful too

'I can't face her - even now in this wretched moment, I admire her.'

"Dad, no!" Trunks laid his head on his father's chest, shaking his head not willing to accept that this was the end, "You can't fight like this."

"I don't intend to anyway," he rested his hand on the boy's head.

The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood

'We've been through so much together - and it's always me to bring the burden. Always me.'