A/N: This is going to be AU obviously so there are a few changes from the actual manga/anime that I need to explain.

1: Vegeta has collected NO dragonballs so far, that includes the one he hid, and the ones he stole from Freeza

2:Freeza has collected only three so there are four still out there

3:The Nameks actually have a brain and hide the Dragonballs when they hear that Freeza is looking for them.

That's it for now, hope this doesn't confuse anyone. I'll explain these in the story a little deeper if you have any questions. Thanks to all who reviewed.

Everything Went Wrong

Chapter 2

"Bulma!"

The light coming from the blast seemed to trigger back some of her senses and Bulma opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Her throat lacked any moisture and was totally useless to even let the smallest of whimpers escape. She closed her eyes and blocked her face with her hands, a meaningless thing to do she knew, but it was all her mind could think of.

Bracing herself, Bulma waited for her death, only to feel nothing. She didn't feel the pain of the energy as it burned away her flesh, in fact, she felt very alive and terrified. Instead of hearing her own screams, Bulma heard someone else howl painfully and what sounded like something smashing up against rocks. Eyes opened wide, Bulma seemed to jump to life.

"Kuririn!" She shrieked and ran over to her fallen friend. Her legs, still shaking, bent down to examine him. He was burned in many places, and bruised in many others, but alive. He grunted in pain as she lifted to support his neck.

"B-Bulma- you have to get out of here." Kuririn gasped out. He looked up at her, one eye sealed shut in pain. The energy had been extremely strong, too strong in fact to have wasted against her alone. The attack had just enough power to have been meant to hit Kuririn.

"I can't leave you!" Tears began to fill her vision.

Behind her, the Saiyan laughed.

"You monster!" Bulma shouted. Her anger blaring sapphire eyes glared all of her pain and anger at him. Tears were still leaking down her face, but she somehow found the courage to stand up to him.

The Saiyan continued to laugh. "Oh, so she does speak. So you got lucky and the bald one jumped in to take the hit." He smirked knowingly. "Well, he is in no condition to do that again and I won't miss next time."

"Bastard!"

He reared his head back and laughed heartedly. If she didn't know any better, she could have sworn he enjoyed tormenting them.

"You've got a mouth on you, I'll give you that. Too bad for you I don't like my women outspoken."

A ball of energy began to form in his hand and Bulma felt the wave of fear suddenly take wind and crash upon her again, paralyzing her and sealing up her voice.

"N-No…" It was Kuririn. He was barely conscious but still trying to make an effort to protect her.

"You're still alive? Honestly you humans don't know how to die, no matter." He lifted the accumulating energy ball in his hand and reared it back.

"Wait!" It was Bulma this time. Panic set in and she instinctually held out her hand to halt him.

His hand stalled mid-air and he glared at her. Bulma shivered but forced her voice out of her throat.

"Don't kill him please…I'll help you find all the Dragonballs just don't kill him… Please." She whimpered and tears fled down her rosy cheeks. A few dropped from her face and landed on the bald head of her friend. He looked at her, face in an unreadable expression.

"Bulma…" He whispered, if in pity, sorrow, or betrayal she couldn't tell.

He passed out in her arms.

The Saiyan- Vegeta was his name if her memory still served her- narrowed his eyes on her. "You can locate all the Dragonballs?"

In her time of desperation she had overlooked her little slip and now realized her grave mistake. He had no idea they had the dragon radar. He was only trying to find out where Kuririn hid the one Dragonball in there possession. She realized to her dismay, that it was too late to stray out of it now.

Bulma nodded her head solemnly, choking on the sob that raked over her body, while her head was screaming at her for what brutal betrayal she was about to commit.

"Promise me you'll let Kuririn live and I'll do whatever you want." She sniffed. She couldn't even look him in the face. She felt so weak and ashamed and was sadly glad Kuririn was no longer conscious to hear what she was saying.

"How noble of you." The apathetic tone in his voice made Bulma sob loudly again. She couldn't look up to meet his gaze, but heard the thumping of his boots slowly approach her.

Feeling pathetic and ashamed, Bulma didn't even move. If he believed her or not it didn't matter anymore. If he killed her right now it didn't matter anymore. It was all over for them. She let out another soft whimper. Everything was going wrong. This was not supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to be here. They were just supposed to gather the dragonball and wish back their friends and return home. How could everything come out so wrong?

She could feel him hovering over her and unconsciously hugged her unconscious friend tighter. She was weak and stood no chance against him so there was no point in fighting back. She had no choice but to listen to him and let him do as he pleased. His boots were in her line of vision. He was no doubt probably deciding if he should trust her or not. It didn't matter, one way or another he would get the Dragonball they were hiding. She hugged the large bulge of her stomach.

His hand came down and grabbed her chin roughly. Bulma didn't fight back as he lifted her face to stare at her, but she did flinch. Her eyes, red from tears, looked away. He stayed that way for a while, which made Bulma uneasy. She bit her lip to keep from letting out another sob in fear. Against her best efforts, a solemn tear rolled down her cheek and was absorbed in the material of his gloved hand.

"You are afraid of me, aren't you?" He asked in a tone that sounded so dead and devoid of any emotion, she had to shiver.

Bulma could only nod her head. Still held captive in his disgusting grip, his thumb brushed almost affectionately against her chin. His touch made her insides shrivel up inside. It madew an unpleasant feeling wriggle around in her stomach like a churning pit of worms. It felt disgusting to have him touch her like so, and made the bile rise in her mouth. She wished wistfully that he would hurry and end her life so she would no longer have to suffer such a vile sensation.

His hand traveled up her face and to her hair where it aggressively combed through. Bulma let out a pathetic yelp as his hand pulled at the kinks as he tried to smoothly run his hands through it. She winced and closed her eyes.

"Such an odd coloring…" She heard him murmur to himself.

Then his hand was gone and Bulma opened her eyes and against her better judgment, looked up at the flame haired Saiyan. He frowned down at her. A chill of fire tongued down her back as she looked into his eyes. How such empty coldness existed in one's eyes terrified her beyond belief. The look of utter detachment that frosted his cold eyes was almost so natural to his face it scared her.

"Get up." Vegeta commanded.

Hastily, Bulma put her unconscious friend on the ground and made it to her feet to standbefore him. Her tears had dried up but the lump in her throat still constricted at his close proximity. He was staring at her in a scrutinizing manner. She dared not speak, but chewed her lip she was sure was going to bleed from all her nervous biting.

Vegeta circled her once, eyeing her up and down then stood before her, his frown in place.

"You better not be lying to me, girl." He said in a threatening manner. He looked down at her body, then back up to her gaze. "And don't think I'll go easy on you because you're with child."

Bulma hugged her stomach instinctually and felt the unnatural bulge under her yellow space suit. It was actually quite a brilliant idea, even though it wasn't intended to be. Kuririn flew in a hurry before her holding the biggest Dragonball she had ever seen. He told her that Vegeta was right behind them and that he needed to hide the Dragonball So Vegeta didn't know they had one. Since the Dragonball was so big, hiding it seemed almost impossible with Vegeta on their tail. When Vegeta was in sighting rage in the sky panic shot into her. Not knowing a place to hide the gigantic ball, Bulma hastily pushed it under her shirt as he came in for a landing. Of course she wasn't thinking rationally about its placement seeing as everyone would notice her bulging stomach, but now… well, Vegeta must have thought her stomach bulged for a very different reason.

After he landed they were approached by a blue looking man who, in Bulma's eyes, wasn't that bad to look at. Vegeta killed him right before them both and then threatened them to state their purpose on Namek. It was then that Kuririn unintenually let it slip about the Dragonball they had hidden. Oh the irony of it all! Bulma let out a deep sigh in her mind. For right now, the Dragonball would be safe, just as long as he didn't realize she was pretending to be pregnant with a Dragonball instead of a baby.

"Well?" Vegeta growled impatiently. "How do you locate the Dragonballs!"

Bulma jumped at the volume of his voice. She scurried into her back pocket. Out she pulled the Dragon radar, inwardly praising herself for building an extra just in case. Before she had time to even turn it on, it was snatched from her hands like candy.

Vegeta pulled the tracking system from her hands and Bulma almost forgot who she was dealing with and scolded him. His brow furrowed as he studied the radar. He turned it over in his hands a few times, then pressed the tab at the top. Immediately the radar began to beep to life. She watched as his eyes widened as he stared down at its green face. He pushed it a few more times and markings began to appear.

"What are all these symbols?" He questioned.

Bulma hesitantly moved closer, still very aware of how dangerous this man was, and very carefully took the radar from his hands. "It's Japanese, the language I speak at home." Bulma almost choked at the mention of home. She was probably never going to see it again. Not her mother, her father, her friends, her house, or even the small green and blue planet they all dwelled upon.

She heard the Saiyan grunt and he crossed his arms. A most arrogant of actions she had to say, for someone who didn't like to admit he didn't know something.

"Then I assume you will be reading the transmissions? You'd better not try and trick me girl, or I will kill you."

Bulma gulped and nodded her head. "I-I can read the radar if you n-navigate."

Vegeta nodded his head and grunted. "Good." He said. "Then we have no need for your little bald friend."

Bulma couldn't help but gasp. "But you said you'd let him live!" The words left her mouth and she momentarily forgot her fear.

He growled. "I am not going to kill the little man. I do have some semblance of honor you know." He glared angrily at her. "You, however I made no such promise for. If I shall for any reason find your value becoming excessive in anyway, I will waste no time in finishing you."

Again Bulma gulped and nodded her head finding once again that her voice abandoned her. He began to approach her again and Bulma flinched slightly. Her legs took her a step back as he advanced even though she knew it was beyond useless to try and escape.

When he reached her she was surprised when he leaned over and threw her over his shoulder. Bulma let out a yelp as her world turned upside-down. Hurriedly she grabbed the Dragonball under her shirt and steadied it in place so it wouldn't pop out and give her away.

"Don't squirm or I will drop you." Vegeta warned and took off into the air.

Bulma felt the rush of takeoff and while upside down, it made her stomach drop into her scull. He picked up speed. The blood pumped into her head and for a second she thought she was going to pass out, that or puke up what she had for luch.

"Hurry up and tell me where your freak show of a friend hid the Dragonball." Vegeta said over his shoulder.

Bulma, slightly muddled and very queasy, pointed blindly in one direction where she noticed the closest Dragonball. Even though she knew this was a different one then the one she had under her shirt, the fact that he didn't know that was keeping her alive. For all he knew Kuririn could have hidden it on the other side of the planet. With that, Vegeta flew off like a pistol with a fearful Bulma slung across his back.

A/N: questions and comments (even flames I don't care) are welcome. Don't forget to review!