WARNING: This fic will contain violence, adult language, sexual content, sexual references. I don't own DBZ just for the record.

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The Last Adventure of Its Time.

He was laying in a field, time seemed to exscape him some how. His thoughts were lost in the words of the book that layed on his stomach without contempt. He took a deep breath and continued to read the graphic adventure of Tuka and the Lost. His hair sweeped infront of his cut face, black.. almost. A rather large gust of wind pushed all of his unrully hair in his face, but he paid no mind as his dark eyes sweep the pages of the bloody novel. His arms flexed under his leather armor as he flipped page after page reading throughouly. The crest on his black armor was of a red monkey with various designs around the monkey whenever he turned the page with his right arm it would scrunch up. Finaly as he turned the last page he heard a sharp feminine scream from the distance and dropped his book, imediately jumping to his feet; he gripped at his incrested sword, taking it out of its scabboard. He started at a sprint, realising that the sword wouldn't help at the moment and put it back into scabboard. He stopped after about 200 yards and got down to one knee and listened very carefully for another clue at where the scream came from. His horse was grazing the field waiting patiently for him. The horse looked over his shoulder and watched as his master dropped to one of his leather covered knees, black.

A loud painful moan exscaped the woman reaching his ears. There it was. He started running as fast as he could while levetating, then to fast paced flying. He was going northwest of his previous location. The woods... He shot into the air and slowed down a little, his sharp eyes running across the, thickly covered in trees, forest floor looking for where it came from. Another scream, off to his left, he started head first into the forest that most were fearful of. Then he saw a large man and small woman yelling at each other with force. The man could be described as a ogre of sorts, with patched short black hair on his head and a flat scrutched face. He seemed to wobble like jello and smelt as if he hadn't washed in days. He could smell him from his location of 10 yards away, so the man had to of stunk. The woman was beautiful with long blue hair and aqua blue eyes. She was healthy it seemed, probly only about 5ft 3inches, weighing no more than 120. The man leaned down and slapped the woman across the face, and she screamed again hitting the ground with a thump. The small woman got up though and wiped her dress off, with a little amazement from the ogre like man. "Fuck you!!" She said as she kicked his chin, took the back of his head slamming her knee into his face. She started to run at full force away from the man through the trees. She fell over a limb but got up and started to limp forward as the man moaned and cursed at his borken nose.

The ogre like man, that had atleast a good 200 pounds on the woman, lurched forward, blood spewing onto his dirty face and cloths. She started to limp/run faster. Then with a sharp turn, when he looked at something to his right, she hid behind a thick redwood tree, holding her knees up to her chin, as she waited cautiously. Then to her right something caught her attention. She saw a small ditch and picked up as many leafs and branches she could find within reaching distance, which seemed to be alot, and scattered them over the ditch, trying her best to make the ditch seem inconspicuous to untrained eyes. She toke a string from her dress, tien it off to one of the sticks towards the bottom of the pile on top of the ditch like hole. She took the string and pulled it over behind the redwood, sweat pouring off her face in exhaust and anticipation, dirt and blood in her dark blue hair.

She leaned over and threw dirt on the string, that was very apparent, compared to the dark brown black soil. Her light blue dress was cut up and mangled, covered in mud, dirt, and blood, some of it not her own. Just like her hair. She sat back down behind the tree and winced a little as she looked at her leg where she had tripped.

The ankle was a little swollen. A deep gash in her calve made her wince about a forth of an inch thick from her ankle to the middle of her calve. She tore her dress again, getting a strip of cloth from it, and tied it around the bottom of her knee cap cutting the circulation off from her knee so it would stop the bleeding. Then she sat and waited trying to catch her ragged breath, listening very carefully to any sounds. Crunch. She held her breath as she listened harder willing herself to hear something, anything. Crunch. The sound of someone coming. The man that was after her stomped. This wasn't him. Some one new maybe? She stood up as fast as she could without releasing any sounds that would give away her place. With a slight intake of breath she got up and turned her left cheek pressed aginst the warm tree. Blood pulsated in her ear as she waited for any signs. She leaned her face scrapping the tree softly as she looked around her left eye getting first glance. Then she turned her head fully to see. Nothing. She almost turned to run when she saw something. 'Wait.. what is that...' she thought to herself. Some one layed sprawled out on the forest floor about 15 yards from where she stood. The man, it was the man that was attacking her. 'What was he doing laying there?' She wandered.

She took a step forward and looked all around her, a crow off a ways was chirping as loud as it could. Then it stopped. Everything was earily quiet as she stood there looking around. Everything was To quiet. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end as she got a better look at the man that layed there. Blood was around him. He smelt worse than before because of the blood and his filth. Her eyes got wide, and she turned starting at a sprint turning away from the fat log. She ran as fast as she could; her breath hitching, but she continued to run. She ran inbetween the trees weaving in and out. Town, she could smell it. Not to far from here. She continued to run hoping to lose whatever was back there. 100 yards, she just needed to keep running. 75 yards, 'your almost there.' Her mind told her. 30 yards, 'DONT STOP, DONT STOP.' She kept running as fast as she could. 10, 5,2,1, something grabbed her yanking her back into the forest. She screamed at the top of her lungs; her throat burning raw from force, to bad a leather covered hand covered her mouth. "SHHH.. shh.. sh.. I wont hurt you. I am only trying to help." A deep voice told her from behind her ear. "Now if I let my hand go will you promise to not scream?" The deep voice said again. She nodded as his hand let go of her mouth. She took a deep breath and was about to scream, but he took his hand and incircled her throat with it cutting off her breathing making her gasp, and her lungs twist with a burning pain which shot through her spine making her gerk to get free. He lifted her off the ground a few inches and whispered, "Now, you promised to not scream?" This was the first time she got a look at this man that had stopped her escape. He was handsome, built like a brick shit house, with a sharp nose, thinish lips, and dark brown eyes he was suprisingly gorgeous though short in stature. "Now you promise not to scream?" He asked quietly his fingers flexing under the leather gloves. She nodded again, her face going slighty purple, and twisted with pain, and almost suprisingly he let go with a wery gaze.

She ripped from his gaze, so it semed, and walked away hoping he wouldnt follow, fat chance. He continued to follow her as she started through the market place of the town. She looked over her shoulder and sighed; but started to walk faster, she swerved in and around different booths under things and over things. She continued on deeper and deeper coming short of the large palace by a few hundred yards. She sighed again and turned around, hands on hips. Her blue hair flipped over her shoulder and she looked the guy that had been following her this whole time in the eye."What the hell do you want?" She asked turning back to him. Her voice quivered a little because of the hoarseness it felt from screaming and running. The whole straggulation bit didnt help either. Her voice was raspy but still high pitched and strong which made him flinch slightly. The man continued to stare blindly at her. "Well, you have been following me this whole time; what do you want?" He was dumb founded for a moment. Did she not know who he was?? Or did she not even give a damn? Probly the later.

She kept her eyes on his eyes, they seemed to pull her, but she stood her ground and wouldn't back down. Then she spoke. "What was that all about back in the forest? Why did you chase me?" She said. He looked away for a second then back up; his eyes glittered misteriously. His arms managing their way to be crossed infront of his chest, even though he was short in stature it didn't seem to matter. He brought something with him it seemed that radiated off him. A slight smirk pulled at his already thin lips making his only dimple stick out; he had saved her, and he knew it. He walted over to a nere by stand and bought a fruit that had a red outside, and when he bit into it red juice slithered down the side of his crooked smirk, but he caught it with his tongue. She gave a look with her nose that said, ew.

"Nothing, nothing really. I heard a scream when I was in the fields and ran to find out what it was. Maybe I could help the person scream louder, but it was only a frail girl with an ofe attacking her. I couldn't let a dumbass take the glory in killing an ugly girl, now could I?" He said, arrogance dripped off him worse than the juice from his mouth; which he spat as he talked, the juice going everywhere. Good thing he was wearing black, although, the leather might smell later. He looked at the ground in thought. what a stupid fucking woman. He knew she wasnt ugly, but he wasn't going to tell her that. Infact, truth be told she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever looked upon, which is saying something. She was curvy in all the right places. She looked like a woman and not a stick. She was beautiful, and it seemed, he noticed, that even as he stood here now all the men looked at her with the same lust as he did, but atleast he hid it. She had high large breasts, a thin cut waist.. legs for days and round smooth hips. Who couldn't see that was blind. He wasn't blind, but he still wasn't going to tell her she looked as gorgeous as he saw, that would be unfitting.

She looked at him and cocked her head. Did he just call her ugly? The thought was purposterious, but the little shit called her ugly! "Well thank you good sir, but tis better to be ugly with a good shape than short and stubby and just for the record; I am the most beautiful woman on planet Earth!" She smiled as she looked at his face. It contorted. He looked so please with himself then utterly dumbfounded. Did this woman just call him short and stubby?

"Woman, I am not stubby! I am the strongest Sayian alive! I am the prince of this whole race! I am not stubby. I am Vegeta Prince of all the sayians! How dare you mock me!!" He said as he studdard out his respons. Everything got quiet. Everyone without missing a beat hit the ground on one knee with thier right fist over their heart. She stood standing her ground. After all, she may be on a planet full of sayians, but She was not a sayian. She was from a planet called Earth, here on a campain. She had only been here for a few days. Of course, she was staying with some friends from the Interplanetarian Convention of the West Division of the universe. or ICWD. She looked alot more delicate than all of the women around here. That is probly why everyone looked at her the way they did; she was use to it. She was the most beautiful woman on earth, of course, everyone has their own opinon. Not only, though, was she the most beautiful woman on Earth, but she was also the most intelegent Person on earth. Which was proved when her father and her took an iq test. He got a 192, and she got a 200 flat. She gloated for months and will for the rest of time.

"How Dare you, you insolante woman! I could execute you for less!" Vegeta said.

"Well, Vegeta, as Bulma Briefs president of Briefs Corps. on Earth. Which, just so ya need a reminder, gives you 90 of all your technology. I highly doubt you will kill me." She said matter a factly without raising her voice an inch. Vegeta gave her a glare that would kill. She stood her ground without faulter giving him an inpenetrable glare back. The uneasiness all around them was so thick you could cut it with a knife. By then everyone had gotten back up and were going bout their ways, Vegeta turning his glare on them making them scatter. Then like it was destined from Kami himself, they heard it. The sound of trumpets called and the sound of marching. Vegeta whistled loudly rememebering his horse. The king was coming. The horse obviously took a short cut cause he was there within minutes. Soldiers marching could be heard for miles, but it was so close it was like a stampied of a herd on step. Marching loudly with perfect interval were soldiers, and in the middle on a horse was the king, the forth strongest man in the world, coming short of Kakorate. Which was Vegeta's sparring partner. Friza second.

The king got off his horse and looked at the two. "Bulma! How are you? And your dad?" The older looking Vegeta inquirred kissing each side of her face. She blushed.

"Oh fine, fine, thank you King Vegeta! How is Queen Isabella?"

"Wanderful, where is your father this evening?" King Vegeta asked, Vegeta Jr. stood a few feet behind Bulma looking as if a ghost with a hat on ran by him giving out flowers. What the hell was going on?!

"Oh dad is back home with mom. He is always leaving and wanted to stay home so I came in his steed." She said as she explained. King Vegeta nodded in responce understanding always out in the wide space that was space and never being home really.

"So, where are you staying?" The king inquired.

"With a friend of the families, Kakarottos and Chichi's home. With of course, thier son Gohan." Bulma said smiling. The king thought for a moment. Wasn't that Vegeta's sparring partner?

"Well, why don't you stay with us? Have you ever even been to the palace?" The king asked

"Well, once yes, to this beautiful garden a long time ago."

"But all gardens that are here on Vegitasei!" The king said with a hearty laugh.

Bulma smiled and thought about it for a moment. "Well, I do have to use your science lab and give you different new technologies so I will be there anyways..." She thought out loud. "Yes, ok, I'll stay with you, but could Kakarottos family stay with me, PLEASE." She said, giving the proud king big blue puppy dog eyes. The king laughed again heartily.

"Yes, yes, fine fine! I never could resist thows damn blue eyes! Girl, you are lucky my wife has the same eyes as you; I see so much of my wife in you." The king said a little to wispy like. Bulma beamed at him and gave him a big hug.

"Oh thank you, thank you! Ill got get my stuff!!" She said, and the king smiled at her and turned around and went and straddled his horse.

"Dinner tonight, Bulma, please say you will come?" The king asked

"Of course!" She said and smiled at him, he was like another father to her, and her real father spoiled the hell out of her.

"I'll send Vegeta to get you." He said and turned, giving a glare to Vegeta that was begging for him to just say something about it. Wisely, though, Vegeta kept his mouth shut, for now. The king turned and Galloped away as his soldiers marched behind him.

Vegeta glared at the offending woman, and all she did was smile and turn towards Kakarottos house, or who she called Goku's house. Vegeta humfed, got on his horse. A slight whisper of a smile graced his lips and he turned, his black cap flapped in the unknown wind, and he galloped away

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