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Vegeta came out of the gravity room exhausted and just about ready to

collapse, he sighed as he raised his head to look at the night sky. He

wondered how long he's been in there, just training since daybreak; he

smirked as he remembered why. Years ago he would be training this hard just

for the benefit of power, to defeat Kakarrot in that endless battle of wills.

But not now, it was just a break for that woman, when she got into one of her

fits, he liked egging her on, but not this time. He would have gladly taken

up her argument; he loved seeing her fire erupt making him "admire" her more

and more. Until she would loose it completely, that's when she would tell him

to get out, threatening him with objects.


He never minded and but he would act as if he was glad to leave her presence,

which made her angrier. He could never please that woman. He knew that she

was just being stubborn, just like him; 'guess that's why I'm so fond of

her...all right, I'm more than fond of her. She is my mate after all. I

wonder what she's doing, probably asleep. He shrugged as he approached the

house. He sighed as he wondered when he started calling this planet his home.

He shrugged not remembering exactly when it happened. It just occurred so

naturally to him that he didn't notice.


When he came through the kitchen he glanced quickly at the wall clock to see

that it was past two. He thought for a moment about eating but just shrugged

it off, deciding to eat in the morning. He went up the stairs and stopped at

the door on his right. He quietly turned the knob, trying not to wake the

occupant inside. He slipped in and glance at the bed, he saw there his blue

haired human. A smile tugged at his lips as he watched her sleep, her back

was facing him but he heard her even breathing, something that he always

enjoyed hearing, as he would lie next to her. He shook his head and forced

the forming smile into a frown, as he turned away from her and headed for the

shower. He striped off his damp clothes and entered under the cool stream of

water, sighing as he felt his body relax.


As he got out of the bathroom, he pulled on his pajama pants, threw the towel

around his neck into the hamper and approached the bed. He sat on the side

facing the balcony and turned to look at Bulma. She was curled up under the

covers and clutching his pillow to her. He scowled at the scene 'why the hell

those she have to hog my pillow', when something caught his attention. Her

face was all puffy and her nose red. He saw that his pillow was damp where it

lay under her face. He leaned forward and watched every contour of her face

closely, her whole face was swollen from crying, she had bitten down on her

bottom lip to possibly keep her sobs from being heard.


He sighed as lowered himself onto the bed and gently lied on his side so he

was facing her sleeping form. 'The damn woman cried herself to sleep' He

raised his hand and softly grazed her swollen cheek. ' Did I cause this?' He

tried to remember specifically what they were fighting about this morning.


Flashback**********************************


"Vegeta, please let me in.... I want to know everything about you, which

means your past. Don't you owe me that much-"

"Owe you?!!! My past is my business and I will appreciate it if you keep out

of it. I told you before that my past is something that you have no right to

ask about, and besides I do not think you can coup with the facts. So knock

it off!"


Bulma watched through watery eyes as he moved away from her on the bed and

started to put on his clothes. He was jerking on his shirt when she lunged

off the bed and onto him. He was surprised by the sudden attack that he fell

backwards and landed hard on the floor with Bulma on top of him. She was

pounding on his chest as she screamed at him. "You bastard, how dare you talk

to me that way? I gave you everything; my heart, my soul and my body and when

I ask you for a part of you, you deny it to me. You heartless saiy-jin, how

can I love you so much...oh but I do, I love you more than an individual is

allowed to and you don't even care!!"


She kept pounding on his chest as she sobbed uncontrollably. He laid there

beneath her and watched her inventively, not knowing what to do. He had

watched her face as it went through many emotions, but before he could react

or say anything, she stopped her assault and quickly got off him. She moved

away from him, gathered her knees to her chest, propped her arms on them and

buried her face there. Her whole body shook as she sobbed softly.


He sat up, his chest burned as he watched her; this bond was getting stronger

every moment. He could feel her pain as if it was his, he swallowed rather

hard and moved across the space between them and reach out a hand to touch

her hair. Before he touched her, she stiffen and jerk away from his hand, he

didn't let his surprise show as he let his hand drop to his side. He kept his

gaze neutral as she raised her head and met his eyes steadily. The tears were

still falling as she spat out. "You don't get it do you? It wasn't the bond

that drew me to you those years ago. It was...forget it...leave me alone,

just leave me alone."


He didn't move as held her gaze, trying to make her go on. She set her jaw

and with swiftness jumped to her feet and grabbed a vase on the desk and

threw it at him. He dodged easily and got to his feet, he shot her a stony

look as she went for the next object, her computer keyboard. He moved towards

her as she threw the keyboard, he moved side ways and the keyboard sailed

past him and mashed into the wall. She picked up the scissors and raised it

above her head. " Get out! Get out now!" He stopped and glared at her. Her

eyes were blazing; there was no sign of those tears anymore, just anger. He

smirked at her and shrugged. 'He'll never understand this woman; first she's

all in tears and then this. Why won't she come out and say what's bothering

her? Always playing these games...probably stressed out. But I can still feel

something from her other than anger.' He moved towards the door, knowing that

now was not the time to anger her. If she wanted some room to breathe, then

he would try to comply, besides, he could take this time to train, or maybe

he could spar with Kakarrot. Since Trunks and Bra had their own families, he

had been kind of bored, not able to spar with his son or listen to his

daughter try to manipulate him into doing things for her. Just like her

mother.


He was at the door when he heard her muttering under her breath. With his

hand on the knob, he turned to look at his mate. For a second, he thought he

saw a hurt look on her face, before she turned her face away from him. He

sighed as he opened the door and exited.



End of flashback******************************************************


Vegeta sighed as he watched Bulma clutch the pillow more possessively, while

she murmured in her sleep. He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek as

he ran his eyes over the contours of her face. She was still beautiful,

considering that she was a grandma. He smiled; she would threaten his life if

he ever called her old. His smile widened as he tried to think of that

impossibility. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong, woman. I can never please

you." He leaned in closer to her and laid his forehead in contact with hers.


He closed his eyes and started to whisper softly in his own language, his

voice soft and soothing as he spoke them to her. He continued the entrancing

whispers until he fell asleep, thinking of nothing else but the sleeping blue

angel next to him.

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Bulma stirred in her sleep... 'Why do I feel warm all of a sudden?' She did not

have to open her eyes to know why. She signed as she moved closer to that

warmth. She could hear his breathing, calm and even, telling her that he was

deep in slumber. But even though, she softly and gently moved closer to him,

trying not to wake him, he was a very light sleeper. In moments she was pressed

against him and out of reflex and familiarity his arm came around and pulled her

into a warm embrace. She stiffed for a moment...hoping that he would not wake...when

he did not she relax and snuggled under his chin...letting his warm and

comfortable breathing fan her hair.


'Why am I so weak when I am around you? Even now that you have hurt me so...I

can't bare to be away from you. I love you so much you stubborn and clueless

saiyi-jin. My saiyi-jin prince.' She tried not to whimper as fresh tears escaped

her eyes...she stared through those tears at his bronze neck...watching his chest

raise and fall with every breathe. She gently traced his collar bone with her

finger when she heard him mutter under his breath. She moved her head and tried

to lean closer to his lips to hear the soft whispers. She raised an eyebrow, as

she finally understood... 'He's speaking in his beloved language...I wonder what

you're saying my love.'


She closed her eyes and listened to the beautiful flow of words that he

whispered. He voice was low and throaty...it was seductive and mystical to listen

to...but then he whispered her name in the saiyi-jin whispers. Her eyes flew open

and she stared at his face. 'Did you just say my name...what are you saying about

me Vegeta?' Her name flowed so purely with the language that she relaxed and

watched his face lovingly.


She tried not to caress his face as she remembered why she was crying that

evening.

(Flashback)

She picked up the scissors and raised it above her head. "Get out! Get out

now!" He stopped and glared at her. Then he smirked and shrugged as he turned

and walked away from her. He was at the door when she muttered, "I can't believe

you're actually leaving you bastard." He must have her, of course...with his

hand on the knob, he turned to look at me. For a second, he stood there and

stared at me before I turned my face away from him. I heard him sighed as he

opened the door and exited.


I heard the door closed, turned and found my self alone in the room. My

lips trembled as I tried to control the tears. Without success the tears ran

down my face as I continued to stare at the door. 'He left, he actually left.' I

sank to my knees as I interpreted what just happened. 'I didn't really

want him to leave me. He was supposed to get the hint that he should be here

for me. Damn him. Of course, I had to go and love a man who has no feelings

and considerations. Damn you Vegeta!' Laughing bitterly...I tried to hug myself

hard to keep the sudden cold from penetrating my very being.

(End of flashback)

The tears flowed again... "Why did you leave me, when I needed you the most? What

are you saying in that language of yours about me, is it good or bad? Are you

dreaming right now...is it about me?............... I wish I could understand you...how I

wish..." With that last whisper she closed her eyes and tried to listen to his

breathing...letting it sooth her into slumber.


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The little boy with the grace of a warrior walked down the hall with

determination and some would say arrogance. The hall was gloomy and dark,

they held a certain red glow that would have struck someone into absolute

tremors of fear but the little boy didn't appear effected by this.


He continued his pace, thinking only of his destination. His dark features

revealed his anger and defiance as he gritted his teeth behind a permanent

scowl. He was merely a boy of five years but he was determined to show that

'thing' what he could do. His pace was quick and long, surprising that he was

very short. His body was taut and tense as he tried not to shake from his

raising anger. His tail that was safely tucked around his waist was twitching

as he clenched his fists. His black cape flew behind him as he quickened his

pace, impatient now to get there.


As he turned around a corner, he felt a presence of one of the guards

sleeping on his job. He smirked evilly as he ran his hand through his

unusually stiff hair. He looked down at his attire making sure that he

appeared regal, knowing that the weak bastard will try to stop him. He

snickered under his breath looking forward to the guard's fowl up. 'This

would be a great exercise for my powers.'


He came around the bend and saw the guard on his ass, sleeping peacefully.

The boy made no noise as he slipped past the guard, was about to take aim

when suddenly the doors that the guard was guarding was flung open and the

sleeping guard was immediately at attention.


The boy's attention now on the two armor men who came through the door,

completely forgot about the other guard. The two guards positioned themselves

in front of the door and motioned for that other guard to leave. The boy

growled at them, as they seemed to ignore him altogether. "I want to speak to

Freiza, NOW!" The two guards looked down at the boy, and recognized him.

They looked at each other before one of them presses a button on the side of

the wall.


A loud voice came through, "Yes, what is it?" The guard looked down at the

boy before he cleared his throat and replied, "Forgive me Zarbon, but Prince

Vegeta is here, and he wants to speak to Lord Frieza. Shall I send him in?"


Vegeta's anger rose even more when he heard this, how dare them. He was the

saiy-jin prince; he is royalty, not to be treated as a common peasant coming

to see that disgusting alien. But to keep himself from clobbering the two

imbeciles, he crossed his arms across his chest.


"Why are you asking you pathetic fool? Of course you send him in." The two

guards quickly opened the doors and moved away as the prince walked pass them

with his head held high. 'This people will pay...one day, I swear it.' He

walked stiffly into the dark chamber, knowing full well what to expect.


As he moved forward, something started to nag him at the back of his mind. He

slowed his strides as he tried to focus on what his father last said to him.

He had seen he father's urgency as he stood over him, begging him with his

eyes to listen. Vegeta stared with wonder at that moment, seeing the pain

that his father felt, knowing that he may never see his son again. "My son,

promise me that you will survive this. You must not let Freiza know of your

defiance, of your strength. Be smart Vegeta, be attentive to your

surroundings; let him think that he has won, then strike. Destroy him Vegeta

when he least expects it. I am saiyi-jin, same as you, we are proud, but

remember that if you lose, your honor and pride would only be ashes in your

mouth. Think...think my son."


Vegeta resumed his earlier pace as if nothing had happened. But he had heard

and he understood what he must do now. 'I promise you father, your sacrifice

will not go in vain.' He inhaled a sharp breath as he saw glimpse the being

sitting on a throne. He came to an abrupt stop in front of the throne and

stood there looking at the being. The being raised an eyebrow at him, before

smiling evilly, "AH, my dear boy, what is on your mind?" Vegeta didn't say

anything at first, waiting for the being to actually listen to him.


"It seems Lord Freiza that I was right, the saiyi-jin are nothing more than

worthless monkeys." Another being appeared from the shadows: he had long

green hair and pale blue skin. He smiled at the little saiyi-jin prince,

challenging him. "The little monkey seems to forget who he is amongst."

Vegeta could feel his blood boiling as he tried with all his might not to

kill the bastard. And so with his head held high, fists clenched, he went

down on one knee in front of the tyrant and his goon.


Freiza tried to look sincerely sorry as he spoke to the prince. "Vegeta, I

hate to be the one to tell you this news that your father and your planet has

been destroyed by a fetal comet. I was not able to stop it from making

contact on your planet. It happened just right after you were brought on

board my ship. I am truly sorry." He tried to seem saddened by the news as

the young boy watched him.


Vegeta gritted his teeth as he nodded, "Yes Lord Freiza, I heard about that

accident. T-Thank you for the allowing me to remain here, I will serve you

with absolute loyalty." He stared right into the eyes of the tyrant without

flinching, wanting to scream into the disgusting alien's face that he knew

what really happened to his people and his father. 'Just wait, you'll get

what's coming to you.'


Freiza smiled at the little saiyi-jin prince as he motioned for Zarbon to

proceed. Zarbon stepped forward and spoke menacingly to the boy kneeling,

"Prince Vegeta, we have a present for you. It seems that you will not be

alone in your duties under Lord Freiza." Vegeta raised his head as he heard a

sliding door on his left open and a pink blob of alien emerged from its dark

depths. Accompanied behind him were two dark figures that Vegeta could not

make out. He was still staring at the new arrivals when Zarbon's voice broke

his concentration. "Lord Freiza is sure that you would approve Prince

Vegeta......and he hopes you will do well among his ranks with their help."


He felt the ki's of the two dark figures skyrocket when his name was

mentioned. 'It couldn't be...could it?' Just then the two figures rushed

forward and knelt in front of Vegeta...with their tails waving in the air in

excitement at seeing their prince alive and well. Vegeta knelt there shocked

to see two of his planet's first class elites still alive and unharmed. He

was sure that Lord Freiza would kill off the strong people of his race. 'What

was the bastard up to?' But nevertheless, he was thrilled to see the other

two saiyi-jins. Of course he hid this very well and only nodded at their

respect of him. 'I feel more alone now then before...what the hell am I suppose to

do now father? Please tell me.'

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TO BE CONTINUED

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