Disclaimer: Hi Everyone! I'd love to say that DBZ belongs to me, but I'm not Pinocchio, and I don't think a wooden nose growing out from face would be very attractive on me. So just to clarify, no *sigh*, I do not own DBZ…and Pinocchio belongs to the Disney Corp.

A/N: Everyone says that nightmares can't kill you...but what if they can? Is there anything Vegeta can do to save Bulma?

A/N2: Btw...it may seem that Vegeta is OOC, but please stop and think about it. If you're completely insecure on the inside, anything that hurts you will snap you like a twig and emotions that people do not think you experience or have will come out with a vengeance. I'm just sayin'.. ;)

Ch. 1 – Tears of a Broken Prince

"You filthy whore! Get out! Get out of my face before I fucking kill you!" he viciously spat at her "How could you fucking do it? After all we've gone through, all that we've created…fuckin' a Bulma, ALL THAT I'VE SACRIFICED FOR YOU!" His words were coming in a torrent; Bulma had never seen him like this. She was scared. Actually scared of him for the first time in her life. His eyes were on fire, seething, and full of hate. Hate that was directed at her. A trickle of sweat began a slow decent from the back of his nape, the muscles in his neck twitching, mimicking the movements of his agitated tail. His arms at his sides, the tremors visible, trying to keep them there and not reach out to wrap his hands around her neck, as he so desperately wanted to do. Yes. For the first time in his life….he wanted her to die, and he wanted to be the cause of her death.

As she was causing his.

"God, Vegeta, please, please! I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry!" Bulma sobbed. The pained look in his eyes, so hurt…the betrayal clearly visible, etched across his beautiful face. She longed so much to take away the anguish that she had given to him. To run to him, hold him in her arms, to run her hands across his beautiful body and soothe him, to kiss the tears away from his grief-stricken face. She took a step back and gasped. Tears coming from the eyes of her prince. His pain and anguish not just manifesting physically, but was shaking her to the soul as well, his despair and broken heart radiating out through their rapidly deterioration bond. Her hand shakily reached out for him, as she tried to touch him through her mind.

"Vegeta…" It was hard. It was so hard to reach him telepathically, it was as if, as if the unseen bridge that linked them together not just in body, but also in mind and spirit was rapidly crumbling, a look of horror crossing her face as she saw Vegeta recoil right before her eyes as she tried to touch him.

"Stop! Stop it you fucking bitch! How dare you do that! You have no right, NO RIGHT to use that anymore! You've defiled everything, everything that we've built together, everything that the bond stood for! How dare you! How dare you do this to me, Bulma, how dare you betray me like this! For God's sake…the one person I finally let into my heart, the one person in this whole fucking universe I needed with all that I am, the one I needed to save me from the loneliness and darkness of this wretched life of mine, to stand by my side and LOVE ME unconditionally as I do for you, even though I resisted with all my might, I did, I let everything go because I love you with all my heart…" he whispered, weeping, completely and utterly weeping right before her horrified eyes. He fell to his knees, a completely broken man. His heart and spirit wretched and crumpled like some old newspaper in uncaring hands. The Prince of All Saiyans, the most arrogant, prideful, strongest man she knew…and the most loyal she'd ever known, well, up until now.

Was dying right in front of her.

A sharp pain shot through her mind, and then, nothing. He stopped and looked up at her, a completely alien look dropping across his face. None of his emotions, good or bad, could be seen. A chill ran through Bulma, she didn't know which frightened her more, the look of pain and betrayal in his eyes, the want of her murder by his bare hands…

Or the blank stare of emptiness from the man kneeling before her.

Their bond had been destroyed.