A/N: Totally AU! Suppose the blue haired genius had some dark spots inside her head that finally cracked and spilled out for everyone to see.

The Hole Inside Her Chest

"I was craving blood, and I was craving your hands. You were perfect. 'Were' being the key word here. Alone, you came to this planet with nothing, not even a family. You had no home, no means of support on this planet. I knew I could fill a hole inside you, and I made it my goal to have you underneath me, screaming my name into the night. While the sex was the best I ever had, it was nothing I couldn't live without. I figured you knew I was still with Yamcha. Even still, the two of you was not enough. It was a heart I started to crave. A new heart to call my own. Something I could break. Yours, it's made of black diamond – solid and hard to see through. Yamcha's was just as empty as mine; it had been claimed by many girls other than me, so I knew his ought not to be the one I coveted for. I wanted someone soft, and emotionally weak. I wanted to consume! That's why I did this, Vegeta. Please don't look at me like that. You aren't exactly the walking manifestation of innocence yourself. You were nothing but fun, but our game is over now." Bulma stared deeply into the charcoal eyes of her former prince. For months he claimed what he thought was an innocent but fiery human woman as his own, but he hadn't known just how fucked in the head she really was. Her stare was cold. Deep. But cold. A smoking gun in her hand.

The cold night air blew around them as they stood outside the Son residence. Inside a desperate man's tears could be heard as he lay next to a cold body. The body of the person who bore his children, raised them, and stood beside him through most of his life.

"Kakarot has a family of his own. He gave his heart to that black haired woman long ago, so why him if you already said that you couldn't take scar-face's because of the other women?" the prince questioned with growl in is throat. "Why not just take mine? I had no use for it."

"Goku is weak. You know this. You were the one who pointed it out to me. He knew the value of marriage and his children. Marriage was all her idea and he got sucked into it. Just as I sucked him into my warped little world." Bulma answered coolly.

"And what of me?" Vegeta repeated the second half of his previous question.

"What use was a broken heart to me if I wanted to be the one to break it? Poor little rich girl, she has everything she could have ever wanted. Something inside me was never right, and the years of neglect were not helping. Mom and dad were always too busy with work and taking their vacations while I was left for the nanny's to deal with. They threw money at me every chance they got to shut me up. I ran away when I was sixteen, and met young little Goku. He never knew it but the things I did to get us the things we needed were not," she paused, "ladylike."

"What do you mean?"

"My body was our only source of income. Yamcha was a thief, and he was stealing the small amount of stuff I had with me the first time I met him. Trying to stop him, I fought him but he ended up taking advantage of me before he knocked me out. For days I would not come out of our camper, as I relived that awful time in my mind over and over again. It consumed me and in that moment I broke. The pain became my comfort zone, just as it is your comfort zone. Months later, we ran into Yamcha again, except this time, I was ready to put my plan into action." Bulma explained, her voice remaining eerily monotone-ish.

"Plan?" Vegeta's head lowered, confused. "How could you have possibly planned to use me? You and I had no idea each other existed in any slight possible way. That's ridiculous."

"You were a set back. I was waiting until Goku was of age. I was no damn pedophile. And then life got in the way. Chi-chi. Gohan. Piccolo. You Saiyans coming to destroy the earth. Going to Namek. The Androids. Cell. Goku being dead and gone those few times didn't help neither. I never planned to use you. You were just a fun. So lonely, so broken, and so easily manipulated. You aren't the stone faced unpredictable man you claim to be." Bulma snarled, the black sockets around her eyes deepened as she tilted her head down. The last sentence she spoke struck a nerve in Vegeta.

"YOU VILE WOMAN, I HAVE NEVER MET SOMEONE SO FUCKED UP AS YOU ARE! YOU LYING HARLOT, I HAVE HALF A MIND TO BLOW MY GALLICK GUN THROUGH YOUR FUCKING SKULL! I NEVER NEEDED YOU, I DON'T' EVEN KNOW WHY I GAVE IN TO YOU! " Vegeta adopted a fighting stance out of frustration as he pointed at her.

"The whole time we were fucking you believed I loved you," Bulma dropped her gun and held her arms out in a 'T' position. "you want to shoot me? Go ahead, feel free." At the invitation, Vegeta pointed two fingers at her, and charged a Ki blast that could take out a small planet.

"Vegeta, stop!" Goku shouted from within the house. The front door opened, and the blood soiled Saiyan emerged fully charged to super saiyan two. "She is mine to take care of. She's broken my family, your precious trust that you don't hand to many, and countless hearts. I will never forgive her." Goku spat angrily at the blue haired vixen.

"Baby, you decided to join us?" Bulma cooed as she let out a icy laugh. "What took you so long? I was starting to worry you wouldn't show."

"Why is it you decide to do this, my sons have been missing for two weeks now, and you decide to blow my wife's fucking brains out. You should be ashamed of yourself." The hatred in Goku's voice caused it to quiver. "You promised me we would find them, you were with me the entire time we were searching, you acted as though you cared and feared for them as much as I did. In my weakness, you somehow convinced me to cheat on my wife with you, and that is the last she heard of me. She caught wind of it and as I came home to desperately try and do some damage control, I found her, with you standing over her."

Vegeta snorted with revulsion.

Bulma closed her eyes and smiled smugly as she remembered how the events of the last hour or two played out. Then she opened her eyes and look at the youngest Saiyan with a disgusted face. "They aren't missing you moron." The woman said in a you-should-have-figured-it-out-by-now tone. "They are dumped just beyond your back yard, in the mountains. Let's just say they had some trouble digesting the last meal I made for them. Made them sick to death." She said in a deep, tone that seemed to be pure evil. "So what do you say? Put me out of my misery and never let me do something like this again?"

"Kakarot, she's up to something." Vegeta sunk his eyebrows and squinted at her.

"I know." Goku said.

"She doesn't really want to die. She is making it sound as though she does and hopes that we don't grant her wish. Well, I say we do! Kakarot, she has murdered your entire family!" Vegeta stood on his soapbox, pleading the Saiyan to sever all Bulma's ties to the living world.

Without a moment's hesitation, Goku dropped his hips, and put his hands behind him. "Kah. . . Me . . Hah . . Me . . HAAH!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as he shot the blast directly in Bulma's direction. He used five-hundred the amount of force it would have taken to take out the human, but he didn't care. He wanted to ensure her demise. To hell with mercy, he knew she wouldn't change. Once the sky fell black again, and the smoke cleared, what they saw sent cold chills down both of the Saiyan's spines.

"She . . . survived!?"