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This chapter is a little short, but I'm already working on chapter 3. I did my best on it ^.^ I hope you like.
Again I don't own DBZ.
Months passed. Vegeta couldn't eat or sleep. Every thought in his mind was about Bulma. All the memories… the goods and the bad times.
Sometimes he could feel her because of their bond.
As the ship landed on some planet, Vegeta looked on computer screen and saw the coordinates. The good news: he was far from Earth. The bad news: he still couldn't stop think about her.
Good! I better get out of here and try to find some civilization in this shit.
He put the ship on capsule mode and flew across the planet.
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She loved the day. The mornings and afternoons were the best part of her life now. It was when she could concentrate on her work and her son… and forget about her problems.
The nights were the worst part. It was when she would confront with her reality. Vegeta have left her. She was the one who made this happen. Some times, if it wasn't for her son she would have give up.
But still, the blue hair girl keeps it going. She hoped that her husband, Yamcha, would help her with her son, be a father for him. He did, on the first month, and then he became more distant. It was always:
"Sorry Bulma, I can't be with him today. I got practice." Or even: "I will come home late today… you know.. season is coming... we need to practice hard now".
But Bulma knew better than that. When she decided to marry him, she knew that this was going to happen… but she was so worried trying to hurt her mate, trying to hurt Vegeta that she didn't care.
So at night, when she was alone, she tried to imagine her prince there with her, comforting her, hugging her on her sleep, it hurts to remember those things, but she couldn't stop herself, it was better than nothing.
She could feel him… there are time that she could feel his emotions because of their bond. So much hate, so much.. pain.
God!! What I have done?! She cried.
Trying to avoid the loneliness Bulma walked in her son's room so she could sleep there. Trunks was sleeping quiet unaware of his mother pain.
He looks so much like his father… "I'm sorry that he is not here for us Trunks. Mommy said things for him that she shouldn't have said. But he will be back… someday… he have to…"
She closed her eyes and tried to go sleep. Tomorrow her best friend will be back, they have convinced him to come back and she needs to be there to see him. But right now, all she wanted to do was to dream about her saiyan prince like she had been doing all these months.
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The planet wasn't so bad. The cities were nice, they have a good technology, the food was good… but they looked so much like the earthlings.
Maybe this is a good thing… so this way I will always remember how much I want to kill that stupid race.
He found one abandoned house in some forest. It was a good place, next to a big city, and time to time he would go there trying to forget her. This was killing him.. he tried everything… training… drinking… women… but it didn't work… even on his sleep she was there, hunting him. Stupid Woman!
Vegeta spent some time doing research trying to find some answers of how he could undone his bond with the woman… but the ritual that he did was saiyan, and all the race along with the planet was destroyed. So, as he couldn't ask anybody about it, he decided to find someone that could undo it for him…
No matter what it takes…
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Bulma woke up next day felling a little better. When she went downstairs she saw Yamcha sleeping on the couch.
I can't believe that he sleep here!
"Yamcha… wake up…" she said trying to move him. "Yamcha come on.. it's almost time. You need to get ready so we can go to Kami's house"
"Hunn?" he opened one eye and looked at his wife. "Oh babe, it's you!"
When Bulma felt his breath, she realized why he was on the couch. Drinking a way too much… oh I can't believe this..
"Get up Yamcha, you need to take a bath. What were you doing so late at night? What time did you come home? I thought you said you have practice"
"Oh.. and.. I did… it was just… you know.. it was Erik birth date.. and I forgot.. and the boys decided to celebrate it on his house.. I didn't called you because it was so late, and I didn't wanted to wake you. So..uhn.. I will.. I will take a bath".
The woman follow him with her eyes remain in deep thought only to be interrupt by the ring of the phone.
"Hello?"
"Oh hi Bulma, it's me Krillin"
"Hey!! What's up?"
"So.. I was wondering what time you guys are coming… everything it's ready for the reception.. can you believe this? Goku it's coming back!!!"
"haha Yes. I still can't believe it. We are going already. I'm just waiting for Yamcha."
"Is everything okay?"
"… Yeah don't worry about it. We will be right there. Bye."
Bulma grabbed her keys and her purse while Yamcha was coming down.
"MOM! WE ARE LEAVING… TAKE CARE OF TRUNKS" she yelled, and left the house.
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From where he was sitting he could see the half naked woman dancing on the stage, but he wasn't paying attention on it, he had enough. Right now the prince was too concerned with the glass of whisky on his hand.
Another useless day… Damit!
"I'm telling you man! I saw it!! He can do anything!"
Vegeta listen the man speak with his friend next to him. Grrr this guys can't shut up?!
"I can't believe it dude… What kind of power does that race have?!" the other man asked.
"I don't know, but their magic is really powerful! And I saw one of them here! On our planet! Can you believe this?!"
"I've heard that they can lock your soul with the demons, it fells like you were in hell, but you are still alive!"
"I guess they are wizard or something. Stay away from him…"
"Hell yeah!!"
Well that's interesting – the saiyan thought.
He walked where the men were sitting.
"HEY.. bony!! Where I can find this wizard?" asked the prince with a smile on his face. Finally!
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