I can see that you are thinking
I think that you are feeling
I feel that you are wanting
But you would never give it off

It's insane how beautiful you hush
tilting that handsome head of yours
brushing this clamant world off
driving my mind to its darkest core

My blood is full of endorphins
rushing, tearing clear thoughts apart
when behind those pitch black curtains
there are notions raving.

The vibration of his skin was like an overly loud and oppressive heartbeat that was going to tear his suspensed body to tatters. Bulma couldn't help but blankly stare at his glowing face as small thunderbolts started to emerge from the pores of his skin. He was trapped in the electric net of the GRR with Bulma attached to him.

And their time started to run out.

The dark sky above them had turned into a whirl of darkness, nerved by fragile scrawls of roaring lightnings that only disappeared at the flashing light of Vegeta's processed body.

Bulmas eyes went forth to the sky, glimpsing at the reflections of the sterile white Capsule Corp. building, worried that people would take notice.

How would she explain this? If they witnessed that Vegeta was a serious threat to them as well, they'd gather in order to kill him. That again equaled suicide considering it was an open secret that Vegeta had no thing for humans. But there was no point inciting him to loose it sooner than necessary ether.

Back to the alien visage in front of her, Bulma headed her attention fully towards the Sayian's endurance while her eyes started to water from the fierce flashes of the light, making it impossible to focus.

'This is..so bad..', she whimpered careworn while rubbing her eyes harshly with her dry knuckles. Her body shifted away from his for a second, giving her a proper survey of his torso. The glowing was different from his usual blue- flamed ki, it was a bright yellow, shining in a nearly sacred manner. She tried to move away a little further, observing him. It was a strange view.

'With all the glowing..you do look like a Super Sayian at least Vegeta...' She threw a weak smile at him and instantly received a sterterous breathing back, causing her facial gestures to be drawn by worry lines once more. It filled her with piercing feelings.

She had no death wish, nether for herself, nor for Vegeta. There was no desire to see him hurting, in fact she didn't even hold a grudge against him though she had all reasons to. It was a disconcerting thought, but somewhere inside her she just hoped that when it was all over he'd leave for good, loosing this destructive character. If that was possible that is... Then again maybe that was his limit, the limit of the Sayian race?

She held her breath for a second, eying Vegeta closely.

It came to her mind that even though Vegeta surely had advanced to an intelligent creature during his god knows how long life span, it'd be irresponsible to assume he's fully capable of grasping the context in a way a human does. If he was unable to look beyond the horizon of his actions, then of course the consequences would be of no importance to his behaviour. Maybe he wasn't caring enough to try to understand, but maybe he simply couldnt. In the last case, she wouldnt even be able to blame him. You can't accuse a dog for being incapable of civilized conduct, nether could you expect or force a paraplegic person to enroll a marathon. It was most likely her scientific background which gave her the image of a Sayian brain that lacked the 'responsibility-module'; but to Bulma, it seemed fairly fitting. Maybe that was why he had no regrets, why he was blind to his own self-destruction and couldn't see anything but his drive, making him pursue until it finally killed him.

Another dark growl rang out in the dark night when the convulsion of his lips adumbrated untold words, bringing Bulma back to reality and unleashing the hot-tempered bowl of frustration in her.

'Stop trying, you can't speak anyways!'

If..if that was true then things would be different...if he couldn't care, then there would be no point hoping for him to come to a resonable mind, he would never leave earth in peace, there was no coexistence in sight and that meant..

'Hnghh!'

'IM TRYING TO THINK YOU IDIOT AND NOW SHUT I- ahhhh!'

It was as if she was on a rocket that was just taking off, the speed was elevating them far upwards. Bulma screamed out loud, grabing hold of Vegeta's body as much as possible. It wasn't long till the air stopped brushing her hair downwards, freeing the sinister easiness in her midst. It was that distrustful delay of time that occurred in the middle of the rolercoaster, the make belief that the worst is over when it was just about to hit you hard in the most unexpected moment. She couldn't devide her eyelids, couldnt refrain from clattering her teeth, incapable of the closest agitation. It was dark and shaky in her small world.

Cracking, a dull metallic bang. Three echoes. And once more, silence.

The words were stuck in her throat, the fear had disclosed its claws, scratching its way all up to her extremities. She was paralyzed for a brief moment until the disgusting smell of scorched flesh started hugging her nose.

'Eww!'

Dull neon lights filled the terete aseptical room, illuminating every corner of the GRR. It took Bulma a second to realize where they were and another why. Gasping in desperate need of air, her insides jolting both in delight and angst, she slowly started to realize the circumstances. She had activated the closing operation of the GRR entrance gate by saying the password ..

'I will ..kill you ..for sure this time..'

Bulma turned her head in disbelief, starring straight into the widely spread eyes of the furious Sayian that laid next to her. In spite of all the actions that had taken place, he was still conscious and his grip was as firm as ever, squeezing the blood out of her upper arm. Bulma felt like her heart dropped down, passing her belly and leaving nothing but a severe shock.

'Are you..okay?!', she muttered fearfully, attempting to back away as the flat protective covers of her lab shoes made her slip iteratively. Her senses were on full alert in anticipation of his next move, making the heartbeat in her head sound like a giant, repetitive bass. Vegeta sensed the sweat that started to emerge from her skin, but it was nowhere near awarding enough. The suspension still tortured his body, making him struggle to focus on her, but the rising fury kept fueling him.

'How ..dare you..'

He dug his fingertips into her docile, sweat-soken skin, dragging himself towards her with all his might .

'..tricking me into this..but I'm not dead yet..what did you contemplate..that I would die by the hands of a lowclass individual like you..'

Bulma painfully narrowed her eyes at him, it felt as if he was about to crush her arm even in the bad condition he was dwelling in. She gave in to his firm grip, kneeling next to his strained body, hushing for the second. She didn't know how to get it across to him, but she was fed up with this pointless fight, weary of it all. The bluehair felt so misunderstood and even though the pain constantly kicked in, she couldn't help but realise the desperate measures of this situation.
How, how should she get through that thick layer of pride, make him understand. Unlike her former guess, he had entirely lost the point of interested in the technology setups she had created; he was blocking everything out but the seemingly harmed honor that contorted him with pain. Bulma eyed him, frantically supressing her real thoughts, but she couldn't keep them shut away anymore.

'You will..never ascend to Super Sayian like this, much less ever surpass Goku...'

Vegeta's eyes widened when Bulma's hard, painful glare hit him, diclosing sadness rather than any intention of mocking him.

It was the same look she had before, the same words spoken in the same despiteful genuine manner...

She abused the moment, escaped the loosened strangehold just to slip her leg over his arm, pushing it down and disabling further reactions. His mouth just ejected a hot patch of blood- covered air and remained suprisingly silent after.

It felt like a thousand hammers hit his arm at once, flattening every inch of muscle to their bare existence. The pain was nearly unbearable, squeezing his fibres to a condensed shape. The bluehair was of average human weight, he was aware of that, but right now, to Vegeta, it felt like an elephant had just smashed the ripped flesh of his fingertip. There was no stamina left inside him to endure it. His mind fluctuated in a state of near unconciousness until his sensitive hearing picked up a blurry voice, diverting his attention from the pain he suffered.

'I am not your damn enemy you ignoramus, what is it about you that you feel so threatened that it propels you to kill me?! You got some nerves and now, stand still!'

Vegeta felt drained to his edges, the rage inside him burned with all its aspiration for revenge, but his body couldn't withstand the conditions anymore. Bulma leaned forward, making sure he wouldn't ambush her in a moment of negligence; but the closer she came, the more she knew how unlikely it was. Observing his wounds, Bulma witnessed that Vegeta's body was entirely seared and covered in fire scars. And Kami only knew how his insides looked by now.
Neverthless, his twitching eyebrows and the constant sound of heavy exhalation implied he was still alive, so it wasn't too late. Bulma paused for a split of a moment. The entire feeling of control had slipped her hands and she wanted it back.

'You're seriously injured. If I don't treat you now I cant guarantee that you can recover at all and we don't want to risk that, do you understand? So behave yourself and let me nurse you.' She shifted from his arm, watching his reactions but as anticipated, he didn't counter this time.
Rushing to to get the medical kit, she couldn't help but grow more and more anger over time, making it overleap the tumult of mere compassion and fear inside her. If he would just stop being the cocky idiot he was and listen.
As she had returned, Bulma flipped his heavy body around, placing his head sideways next to her lap while carefully observing his facial reactions. The shot pierced his vein in one run, filling it with a severe mix of painkillers and muscle relaxants.

'This will help you calm down and numb your tension…now come on, I know you are conscious..talk to me..'

Her voice sounded solid , resounding in the empty GRR.

'Hng..!'

The crinkles on his face deepend when Bulma removed the needle, but vanished when the medicine ushered to impact his condition. Visibly relaxing, Bulma stroke his sweaty hair back in a gentle move.

'Give it a few more minutes then it-'

'Just..shut..up already..!'

Vegetas eyes glared at her within the first second he opened them up. He hated her, despised her more than anything. Her face was deeply engraved in the back of his mind as the one that had soiled his pride with filth, captalising him the same second he turned his back on her. Despite all they went through with Frieza, there was no sense of decency in those nasty humans. Unthankful bastards, daring to humiliate him, ridiculing his potentials.

'It's not.'

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her. He couldn't move as the medication deafened the feeling of moveent in his arms and legs, but he contemplated spitting on her if the muslces at his neck would just let him.
Bulma's eyes were directed to the broad front windows, distant while the sultry mood started to become unnvering.

'Believe me or not, this isn't about honor or victory for me. I have no interest in your games or beating you in any kind of way. What drove me to do the things I did is short to be named: I need your help.'

Her focus travelled across the sterile white glazed floor until she met his eyes from above. He could see her wavy, sweat moistured blue hair gently framing her face. It was silent for if there wasn't the constant pestering buzz of the neon lights.

'Im surely aware you have no interest in aiding towards our safety, but just like you, I have something that you can't ignore Vegeta, something beyond a price. The capability to turn you Super Sayian.'

'..IMPOSSIBLE!'

Vegeta tilted his head upwards, glaring in her eyes in abysmal disdain. 'How dare you assume that you could have any influence on the legendary Sayian' prophecy!' His blood started to boil again, unleashing the motivator that had kept him going for so long already. To his slight surprise, she didn't avoid his gaze at all. Though she looked suspensed, the voice sounding was mellow.

'I know that you don't think high of humans, not after what happened on earth when you first arrived here and surely not after your encounter with Krillin, Gohan and me on Namek. But we are who we are and we happen to be useful, even to someone like you. We may lack physical strength, but we do have the brains, the scientific technology to make up for it and if you give me the chance, I will prove you.'

Vegeta bristled with anger at her statement. 'I know such races as yours. We Sayians enjoy putting them out..' He had to smirk at the upcoming memory, it filled his worn-out body with a light relish. Bulma's determined glance dwelled another few seconds on his smug face before she brushed down his hair from her lap in another cautious move, carefully avoiding any hardship.

'GRR, battle mode 1, please. Release the bots to run a quickscan. Afterwards, install and project.'

Order. Approved.

Vegeta scoffed in disbelief when the lights dimmed to a dull orange. On the other side of the GRR, the 6 silver shining balls had detached from the arced ceiling, slowly floating towards them while shaping a mere circle with each individual facing Vegeta's silhouette.

3D optical scan initiated. Face recognition proceeded .Querying central database….

Identity match found for 'Vegeta'. Installing requirements.

Bulma had stepped back and watched the everything from a small distance. The bots started rotating more and more, flashing lights in a seemingly uncoordinated schedule. The process was done quickly as they removed themselves further and initiated the ordered projection. A blue jitter appeared in their midst, slowly flickering into the familiar frame of Vegetas body- severe composure, arms crossed and solid footing.

Process completed.

'Attention here' , Bulma demanded, heading over to the precise duplication of Vegeta. He was wearing the exact same Sayian suit and armor, even the bruises were copied. 'Do you see this from down there? This is a hologram of you, scale 1:1, an exact projection of your physical status, including your injuries for now. Do you understand?'

Vegeta tried to lift his head, glaring at the lucent copy of him while torturing himself to brace his body off the ground to get a better view. Bulma on the contrary could pretty much sense his skepticism and furthered her explanation without his comment.

'Of course this isn't only a plain picture. The hologram is based on a strong, responsive electro-magnetical field and we need to feed it with energy. You've taken the guts out of my GRR, so the capacity needs to be restored first.' With that said Bulma turned towards the picture and punched it with a clenched fist on his upper arm. Vegeta had flinched for a second, narrowing his eyes in soreness. 'Now watch what happens when I repeat.' Bulma withdrew mildly just to go for another punch and be impeded within a split of a second. A light had flashed up, revealing a hologram that had his fingers wrapped around Bulmas fist, gripping it tightly while emerging electric rays. She couldn't pass it. 'Energy and information to be exact.'

Once more Vegetas voice sounded, but this time it was a chain of spluttered groals that unsealed a certain degree of hidden astonishment.

'Not bad huh? Of course my powerlevel is too low to charge him properly, but when you attack you should do just fine. Like that you can have yourself as an enemy, observe your own weaknesses and well..' she stated, taking another glimpse at Vegeta, 'you can start estimating your own power. I think that's one of the most significant respects for your development.' Bulma fully turned her body towards the real Vegeta, copying the crossed-arms-gesture just like her newest invention.

'And what on earth tells you that I would compromise myself to even think about utilizing this toy?'

'Because you want to reach Goku's level and you know very well that you can't go there on your own', Bulma replied blatantly, stepping closer to Vegeta while putting on her medical gloves once again. 'It's as easy as it is Vegeta, there's three things that you miss that Goku had and made him advance to where he was. And I know this because I've been with him the past 15 years; I saw how he became what he was before he died. In other words- I have all the knowledge you need.'
Bulma tried her best to suppress the velicating of her facial muscles, abandoning all the thoughts she truly had about this.
'So', she replied nonchanantly while nudging another shot with her finger, 'except you didn't mention that you know all those things as well.'
Subtly scanning Vegeta's reaction, she pushed his arm down in its full length once more, giving him the next dose of medication. 'And you grew to be a Sayian-expert or what? Don't attempt to fool me', Vegeta snapped offended, but Bulma knew how to read this statement at least. She had caught his attention, he couldn't deny it. The bluehair remained unimpressed, treating the small stitch with antibacterial cotton. She had to play this game a little longer, lure him even more into it.

And when it was all over, they'd need to get rid of him.

'I am no expert, but a close observer, even of you', she carried on, wrapping the bandage tightly across his elbow. 'And I've come to see 3 major differences between you and Goku. First Vegeta, your training methods are obsolete and stamina-focused. The gravity chamber is an extraordinary great training method, but it won't help you increase your attack power.' She paused for a brief moment to cut off the leftovers of tape when her voice resounded in the same steadiness as before.'To defeat an enemy I figured you'd need to be granted the possibility to properly train your reflexes and strength. And with that Vegeta', she aspirated, 'I mean someone that's of the same level or better than you are.'
'Liar!', Vegeta hissed, gritting his teeth in agony at her. 'There IS none like that!'

Bulma was caught by surprise once more, but she quickly returned to a serious attitude when the veins at his temples started to become visible again. She had to keep it coming and lock the insecurities away.

'And that is pretty much covering number 2 of the list. You always train all by yourself while Goku had peers to practice with, he was taught by numerous instructors and learnt countless techniques, starting from Roshi's Kamehameha, covering the Kaioken and even incredibly mighty methods as the spirit bomb. There's always so much one person can learn, but combining the best will definitely overcome one man's achievement. That's something you never had from what I know and Goku has kept this manner alive all his lifetime.'

Bulma wasn't sure if he had lost him when she saw his relaxing face and closed eyes, but it definitely gave her the creeps. This was the last straw to hold on, she had to convince him, now or never.

'Veget-'

'So that's his mystery.'

His voice suddenly seemed agitated, like someone had struck a rare nerv that now revealed a wound deep inside him. Something was raving inside him and Bulma had to figure how to exploit it.
'So I keep searching over and over when it's that easy, huh. Low-class Kakarot travels the world and begs every unqualified filthy individual to instruct him and when a true warrior arrives, beating him, he even dies to search for better techniques in heaven.' Bulma tried her best not to be responsive to it, even though the diffamation of Goku's genuine intentions bit her guts to tassels. How dare he speak of him in such manner, just because his own power wasn't enough he'd always take others down. The only low-class theme was his personality.

'That's what kept him going. I cant substitute for all this, but what I can do is update the holograms to cover some major techniques, it should be good', she reassured quickly, trying not to sound too anxious. The third regard was lingering unspoken at the tip of her tongue, but Bulma hesitated as their disposition had just ended and she didn't want to enflame it again by stating that he had the wrong attitude about becoming Super Sayian..

'Put everything in you have, I will try it tomorrow.'

It was as if the shell around here started to get get cracks, ready to dehisce and free the light of hope.

'You mean for real? You'll use it? Eh…'

Bulma was brought back to reality within an instant. She had convinced him of the opportunities the GRR could offer and additionally, none of what she said was lies so far. Nevertheless this wasn't mainly about making Vegeta mightier; it actually mainly served the purpose of making him agree to a treaty of peace. If they were free of the threat he emitted, they could become a powerful team, maybe even powerful enough to beat the Androids. At least for the 3 years..

Oh Kami..

Bulma was aware that she could screw everything up again, she had him on her good site for now, maybe talking of peace would upset him..But if he didn't have the intention to spare the earth anyways then those 3 years were just going to end up being a transition period filled with false hopes.

The thoughts kept rotating in her brain and Bulma tried her best to stop the wheel and focus on that one thing she needed to get through with now.

'Vegeta..in order to help you with your progress you need to..agree to something..'

Her voice sounded husky and strained. Bulma was gulping at him, holding back the strong need to inhale deeply. 'For ascending Super Sayian that is.' She was visibly nervous, rushing to remove the needles from the used shots to keep herself busy. Meanwhile, Vegeta tried to detach his seemingly glued eyelids when the surroundings turned upside down. The pain had mostly dissolved, but in exchange a major dizziness kicked in, twisting and spinning him around. Neverthless, he couldn't ignore that term.

'Speak it out already or shut that hole in your mug', he countered while his fingers sprawled out, seeking something to hold onto when it happened to be the the bluehair's seam. Bulma contemplated it was due to the drugs, shifting forth and back, gathering the perfect words.

'Things are like this…since we all urge to see the Androids defeated, I gathered it would be a good idea to collaborate. But it wont work out when everyone fears you to snap, killing them or random innocent people. I promise I'll help you become Super Sayian within the time being, but you have to get a grip on yourself.'

Bulma couldn't deny the icecold feeling that slid down her spin, the knots that were tied in her guts as she eyed the satisfaction in Vegeta's facial expression. She was holding her breath while Vegeta searched her reaction with his senses, exploiting every second of it as his invisible gaze drilled through her skull. Bulma halted, focusing to keep the stirs in her belly suppressed.

He enjoys this.

'I'm not asking you to defend us or anything, it's just..a way of loosely teaming up for the sake of our common aim. And if..if you do reach Super Sayian with my help, you will refrain from threatening the earth ever again. Those are the conditions.'

'So you are begging me to spare this planet and its puny inhabitants', Vegeta sneered, obviously ego boosted. 'Fine, there's nothing here to achieve anyways. But let me tell you this' , he stated amused, tilting his head in her direction with yet closed eyes. 'If you are incapable of making me ascend, your friends will be the first to die when I've annihilated the Androids.'

It was by far not the first time that Bulma heard him talking large, but right now she just wanted to throw herself at him and hug him tight.

'Now get me some water and..leave me alone', he hissed, repeatedly tightening his grip at Bulmas skirt. 'I don't have any here, but I'll give my father a call..it's best to get you inside and…' She paused for a second when she saw his eyebrows furrow in pain again. 'We have to get you treated properly, I'm a scientist, not a doctor.' Her hand immediately slipped into her jacket's pocket, culling her cellphone. 'I said Water now Tsufuru!'

Bulma stopped midway, eyeing him in confusion.

'Whats with that Tsufuru-term, who on ear- ah,yes Dad, I'm sorry it's me. Yeah, I' aware, but we happen to have a little emergency in the new GRR I invented, so please be good and inform the nursing ward. Thanks.' She quickly pushed the clack down, removing her phone and focusing on Vegeta, who, unlike her estimation, seemed to be suffering from an unsustainable condition. She scuttled forwards, searching for his wrist to check on his pulse. It was fast, very fast, but at least seemed to go regulary. There was nothing she could do but wait for the moment. Bulma had injected him some serious painkillers, combined with muscle relaxants and acetylsalicylic acid. If she was to add morphine he might faint and there was no chance to check if the muscle relaxants affected his cardiopulomary functions. To put it plain, he'd die without her noticing.

'Tell me Vegeta, why are you addressing me that weird way? Was that the name of someone you extirpated?'

She had to keep him conscious for the moment without the help of drugs, so she'd do it the good old way- enveloping people in conversations they'd enjoy. Of course with Vegeta, that wasn't an easy task, but from what Bulma had gathered, purging people was the front page news he'd fret.

Fortunately, after a few quiet moment, it showed she was right.

'Hng..all of them', Vegeta scowled, chafing the sweat off his palms. His body was warm, most likely enduring a fever. Bulma felt exhausted, but deep inside she couldn't deny there was a weird feature of compassion for this guy. 'Did they look like me?' she asked, slowly embracing his live forhead with her hand. It was scortching hot.
'Hh..human like you..being a Tsufurian..', Vegeta uttered moonily, a weak smile swirling about his lips.

Bulma was puzzled, unsure how to judge the sitution. There was only so much she understood of Vegeta and by mischance, she reached her limit very quick. The bluehair could see him repeatedly nodding his head, smiling, then again frowns kept appearing.

'Vegeta..are you okay?', she asked reluctantly, questioning herself if that was the right way to adress him now, but to her surprise, his mouth widened to a wierd chuckle. Sweatdrops covered him fully when he suddenly spoke up again.

'I can see your 'science', its everywhere in this place.. everywhere. This whole complex of buildings is a huge research lab, just like the Tsufurian used to have it in their departments of Vegeta-sei... But that only helped them halfway. They could never overcome us... it was a question of time. We was always a step ahead, preparing..exterminating their people, first the weak, then the stronger ones..until the day of full moon finally arrived.'

Bulma couldn't deny that his words gave her the creeps. There was so many mixed feelings inside her right now and she couldn't name a single one.

Why was he talking about this right now, what was going on in his head for heaven's sake?

'It serves them right...'

Bulma had to shake her head as she heard his muttering, but before she was able to take a glimpse at his face to gather answers to all those confusing questions, Vegeta had already turned, exposing nothing.
'But why..I mean if it wasn't for the usual reasons..what do you mean with deserve..', she subjoined quietly, not making it anywhere as scanty as planned. Her hands were restless, meandering.
'Could you imagine..us Sayians being treated like animals..living in holes..', he wheezed, furrowing his eyebrows before he continued, 'there's nothing to decide, the puny ones will whimper..I can still see those abhorrent corpses set on fire..pale skin reddening in the unremorseful heat, their long scrawny statues sqashed beneath our feet. I was too inexperienced, but they all enrolled, they all conquered.'

It sounded as if he was visualising it all again, perusing details with a wierd scrutiny. Moreoever and to Bulma's disfavor, Vegeta seemed to enjoy whatever he saw there, yet it didn't appear that the familiar violence- rewarding feeling caused the blitheness, but rather ..an easement; he breathed so deeply, free of mental burdens for a moment.

'Seems like..the Tsufurians treated you all bad hm?'

There it was again. A twitch,eyebrows puckering, bothersome feeling unleashed once more.

'No..', the bruised Sayian's lips groaled, hissing courses beneath Bulmas capability of hearing. He moved iratively, angling and stretching his legs, clenching his fists until every knuckle had snaped. 'Had..loyality can only be the beginning.. for you, too..' Bulma blenched for a second until she realised that he wasnt speaking to her anymore. He was groaling continously, but it wasnt aimless, it was directed to someone in his head, though it rather seemed as if he attempted to convince himself. Biting her lip, she struggled herself to wether or not do it.

'Why?', she whispered, immediately regretting that she had put up the act, but Vegeta was responsive right away.

'You was never a real Sayian to begin with,...so shut your mouth..'

'So it had to be death..'

Bulma felt absurdly empty in that moment. There was no fear, yet no determination inside her ether. Just pure exhaustation filling her with the need to be alone, frankly wanting the sheets of her bed beneath her. This was life after all. You live, you die. Ruthlessness can even become mercy, who would want to continue live if everyone close was gone? What an obscure world-view.

'I..had not minded you to live though..'

'Eh..?'

It was just about that moment when the strident sirens of the ambulance wailed in her ears.

8.30 in the morning. Bulma was still sitting in the stifingly hot bathtub, dark shadows below her eyes. It had been a long night, much adventure for a short time, but she had accomplished something big.

It was suprising, she couldn't even keep the idea of Vegeta as a commerade alive for more than 10 seconds; instead, the same thoughts kept being cast into her mind, dashing from one corner of her brain to the others.

To Bulma, what Vegeta had said was a complete mess, there was no solid plot to his nightmare, not even a reasonable chain of actions. She wasn't even sure if the told was true or just something the drugs had caused Vegeta's brain to make up.

Neverthless, the feeling of astonishment was still lingering. Deep down she couldnt let go of the notion that he had brought into being. It wandered about, associating.

Death and despair are so easy to be created. Nature did it day by day, snatching away peoples lifes with illnesses, genetical disorders, exploiting physical and mental weaknesses. . And then, there were murderers.

But that was rather cushy compared, wasn't it? It was devastating, no doubt, having your beloved taken away by another person. But then again, how relieving must it be to have someone to blame for? Fill the empty spot with hatred and anguish for the culprit; doesnt it make one owns existence more significant? For your sake my hatred will dwell forever.

It was that easy. Same for the reasons of evilness. Seeing someone doing something wicked, how easy must it be to judge straight away. Creating all these emotions, filling ourselves with despise, as if we would have no brain to question the motives. Cause versus result.

But then, does it even make a difference if evilness was commited due to sadness or anger, bloodlust or boredom?

Honestly, it didn't. Not because they all lead to death, but because the last thing that could please the paining emotion was murdering itself. That was the way of relief, the association that was engraved in the murderer's mind.

In the end, that was what Vegeta did all his life, from the moment he was born. Nullifiying the Tsufurians on his homeplanet, supressing populations as a prince, advancing to an emperor under Frieza's rule. Anger, frustration, hurt pride. Killing becoming the self-fulfilling prophecy of relief.

Bulma placed her water-crincled palm on her hot forhead, carefully massaging her temples, gathering some comfortableness. She still felt the dust embracing her skin as it soared from the water.

' I hadn't minded you to live..'

It wasn't the vicious truth about murderers that got to her, nor was it this night's difficulties or the lack of sleep.

'I hadnt minded..'

Her lips had partened, repeating those words in silence. They were too big to speak them out loud. That kind of words had been stuck inside him, what a tamed way of expressing something so..essentiell.

Her plumb lips were numb to the touch of her fingertips.

If that was the truth then the words had been forbidden; words of attachment that can't find relief.

Words of a murderer.

'