DB Multiverse

It was hard to say if Bulma's face was covered with a river of tears or if it was the rain running on her cheeks. Most likely both. The young woman's puffy eyes and her red nose gave away the formers whereas the latter rang out on the numerous umbrella that had gathered a bit farther away.

Two of them get out of the group. The venerable Kame Sennin and Mr. Brief came back to the prostrated figure in front of the fresh grave covered with flowers.

The old master put a sympathetic hand on Bulma's shoulder who sob at the touch. Behind his perpetual black sunglasses, the Turtle Hermit's face showed a very deep sadness, and so did the scientist's who was sniffing from a bit behind them. The latter eventually went nearer to them and wrap his arm around his daughter's waist to pull her away from the grim tomb. They all slowly and silently walked away under the grey sky and the freezing rain.

The group was walking away together, each getting closer to the others in order to better bear the rain and the sorrow.

Bringing up the rear, Kame Sennin, Mr. Brief and Bulma stepped aside to give room to a small figure that was remaining behind.

Motionless, Son Gohan hadn't followed the cortege, the child's face express a feeling of unusual seriousness on so young features, and water was also pouring abundantly on his cheeks.

Bulma stopped and turned and finally ran under the lashing rain to join the small Saïyan who endured the hail without flinching.

Kame Sennin and Mr. Brief stopped in turn and looked at Bulma crouching to speak to the child who had lowered his head. He seemed to be carefully listening, then he raised his head.... and took off without warning.

The two men looked at each other, as if to ask one another what had happened, just before they were pushed away by Chi-Chi who had also turned back to rush at her son. The voice of Son Goku's widow hurt their ears.

“GOHAAAAN.... your suit!”

But Son Gohan already was too far away, way beyond the grey layer of clouds.

A shower of rain drops spurted out of Bulma's wet raincoat when she sent it on the back of the couch with a nervous gesture.

Puar had just the time to transform into an umbrella to protect the little Trunk with who he was playing on the big couch.

Mrs. Brief let go of the tray full of pastries that she was bringing to her daughter to put her hand on her cheek with a frightened look.

“Bulma?!” she exclaimed.

The young woman understood her blunder and she ran to take the child who was busy trying to catch the big blue rattle that was once again in front of him.

“My baby... I'm sorry, mommy hadn't seen you!”

As soon as the baby was babbling into his mother's arms, the polymorphous took his original form and a ver sadder look. Bulma sat beside him and the child laughed as he tried to reach him again.

“Are you ok? … I know it's hard.”

Puar looked away and big tears ran on the bright fur of his cheeks.

“I'm sorry... It was beyond me.”

Little Trunk had managed to hold a grip on the blue fur and he pulled it without ceremony, laughing out loud. Bulma took his small hand.

“Stop it Trunk... you'll hurt him!”

“Don't worry... on the contrary, this child is very cute.” tempered the polymorphous with an unnatural smile.

Mrs. Brief took advantage of this to chirp in.

“But of course my grand-son's cute... Coochie, coochie, coo...”

Taking advantage of the fact that her mother was near, Bulma gave her the baby and then got up.

“Good, I'll entrust him to you for a day or two.”

Mrs Brief was surprised while her daughter was already making her way to a door at the end of the living-room.

“You're going on a journey? Without the baby?”

“I'll be in the workshop, none is to bother me, no matter what!” Bulma dryly answered without even turned to face her mother. She eventually stopped one moment to look at her son.

“Oh, yes... bring me my son before putting him to bed and when he wakes up.” Then she started walking again and went on. “Otherwise, if anyone calls, I'm not in. Just let me know when Son Gohan and Piccolo will come... or Krilin – she sighed – if ever he can get better.”

She fell silent for a while as she stopped before leaving the room. “And Vegeta if ever he came by!”

The scientist suddenly disappeared, not without slamming the door behind her, under the surprised look of Puar, Mrs Brief and her husband who had just come in.