It had been 6 months since the loss of his wife. Vegeta locked himself away in his room and wanted nothing from no one. His daughter Bra convinced him to move in. He didn't want to, but everywhere he went in his home, he saw Bulma's beautiful face. Her beautiful blue strands in her favorite brush on the marble vanity. Her silk robe still held her scent. The same scent he smelled for over 40 years.

The thunder clapped and the wind roared ferociously. It was like the heavens knew his pain. The rain beat against the windowpanes like his tears against the pillow. He didn't realize it, but he began to cry out for her.

"My Bulma," Vegeta cried, "why did you leave?"

His wails could be heard outside of the door. His cries caught the attention of his daughter.

"Daddy," Bra whispered as she quietly opened the door, "are you okay?"

Vegeta didn't answer. He couldn't hear her through his cries and pouring rain.

She walked over to her father's bed and wrapped her arms around him. She never saw her father cry before, not even at the funeral.

Vegeta grabbed onto his daughter tighter, "I miss her!"

Bra's eyes filled with tears as they held each other close. "I miss her too dad. I miss her too."

Chi-chi folded her laundry and placed them in a neat pile on her bed. She loved nights like this; the rain and thunder soothed her mind. She looked down at the neat, but small pile of clothes. Every time she did laundry, it reminded her of the good times when her boys were younger and Goku wasn't dead or away training.

She smiled.

Goku was long gone. Over two years have passed since Goku died. Chi-Chi took it well; it seemed like he was gone more times than he was ever present. In her heart, this was just another one of those times. She felt bad for being so nonchalant about her dead husband; he died to save the world. However, a piece of her died every time he did too.

She grabbed the clothes and placed them in her dresser drawer. She picked up the small white frame that encaptured one of the few family photos of all four of them. Gohan was in high school and Goten was only a child. For a moment, the world seemed at peace.

Lightning struck a powerline outside which made the power go out.

"Of course," She chuckled sarcastically. The moment she looks at a family photo, the power goes out.

"Mom." Goten opened the door and brightened the room with his ki.

"I'm alright dear," Chi-Chi said, as she navigated the large, well decorated room.

Goten walked in to assist his mother. "Let me help you mom. I don't want you to fall and hurt yourself again." To him, she didn't seem to care about aging or the challenges it brings.

With her son's help, Chi-Chi was able to get to the bed.

"Don't worry about me son. I'm no stranger to suffering. Your father made sure of that."

She sat down and Goten picked her legs up to place them on the bed. He pulled the covers over her and kissed her cheek.

"I take it all in stride now."

"Don't talk like that mom. You know dad never meant to hurt you," Goten reassured her.

"No, he didn't," Chi-Chi sighed, "but then he did, over and over again."

Goten was more attuned with his mother than his brother was. Maybe because his mother raised him for the better part of his life. He sat next to her and brushed her gray locks from her face.

"I'm just tired son. I'm so tired." Chi-Chi closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Goten couldn't see his mother's face in the dark, but he knew what her pain looked like. It was the same pain he's witnessed most of his life, especially in his childhood.

Goten stroked his mother's hair until she fell asleep.

The rain continued throughout the night, cascading across the mountains overlooking the large estate.