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"OK. How about this? Vegeta, I'm sorry for crushing your soul out of fear of dying. I hope you'll forgive me for ripping out any hope you had for making a friend." Anna looked at Bulma for her advice. "What do you like about that?"

Bulma stared with her mouth open. "Anna, that was horrible. You sound so over dramatic. And to make things worse, your exaggerating! Do you even hear yourself?"

"So, you DON'T like it?"

"NO! Just say sorry, give him a hug, and walk him to the tanks. Don't udder anything other than sorry."

"Drama killer."

There was a knock on the door.

"COME IN!" Anna yelled.

Jeice opened the door.

"Well well well. Has it been an hour already?" Anna asked sarcasm.

"Yep. Come get him." He shot back.

"Boy, sarcasm must have a different definition in space..."

THROWN ROOM...

Everyone was gone.

The only thing there was Vegeta, curled up into a ball in a dark corner of the room.

"Oh, Kami." Anna whispered. "Vegeta..."

Vegeta was twitching in rhythm to what must be his heartbeat.

He was bloody from his head to toe again.

Damn it.

Vegeta's neck jerked suddenly and glazed over eyes looked at Anna.

"No... No more... Please."

"Vegeta, I am so so sorry. I didn't want to die tonight. That the only reason I hit you. Your a great guy. And I admire you." Anna was crying at the end of her speech.

"Not...your...fault..."

Anna bent down and kissed his cheek. "Don't die on me, OK?"

"No... promise."

Anna scooped him up in her arms as carefully as possible.

"Look at that Zarbon. The little bitch has fallen for our monkey." Freiza said.

Zarbon laughed. "Yes. I wonder how the children will look. Will they look like their slut of a mother or their failure of a father?"

Anna shuffled out as quickly as possible.

Vegeta looked up at her. She was crying.

"Why does everyone think that I'm a slut because of my body? I mean, come on! Insane? Yes. Asshole? At times. Bitch? Slut? What the Hell is wrong with those guys? And then they drag you down too. That's just uncalled for." Anna sighed and continued.

"On Earth I was once called a fat fag because I pulled them off of my friend who was getting beat up. I didn't know what a fag was at the time but it still hurt. Since then I didn't take crap like that anymore."

"Until tonight."

"Yeah."

"Why did they do that on Earth?"

Anna smiled weakly. "People want control. They hated me for who I was. I dress like this now because that's how I feel inside. Black, dead, nothing. I put on a show of happy because it's easier to say 'I'm fine' then to explain why your sad."

She dropped her gaze. "I've never opened up to anyone. I've built so many defenses and excuses to put people where they belong. Out of my life."

Vegeta looked at her again. "So, why me?"

"I've been wondering that too."

They stopped.

"We're here. See you tomorrow?"

"Hn."

"Yeah, what ever."

THE NEXT DAY...

Bulma had just finished breakfast of a piece of toast and two eggs.

She sighed.

Anna had decided to stay in bed claiming that she felt sick.

This was the first time Bulma had been anywhere with out her friend.

So, naturally, she was as scared as Hell.

Everyone looked like they wanted to kill and/or rape her.

Why couldn't she be strong like Anna?

Anytime that someone she knew that was bad news came within twenty yards of her, she would yell at them. Anytime that happened to Bulma, she would mentally break down and go crying to Anna. She would, of course, kick that unfortunate persons ass.

Getting up to leave, tears formed in Bulma's eyes.

This was going to be some day...

BACK IN THE SAYIJIN'S QUARTERS...

Anna felt like trowing up.

She knew she wasn't sick.

No, this was worse.

She was afraid.

Afraid that two people she cared about, Bulma and Vegeta, would get hurt without her.

But she couldn't get up.

The fear of being afraid was eating her alive.

She'd love to get up and kick life's ass, but she wasn't strong enough.

Everyone here was horrible.

All she could think about was how Zarbon called her a slut. She had been called a bitch before, and it was a numb word now. But slut? That one was new.

Where was Bulma?

Maybe she could get her up.

A little pity party, a nap, some nachos...

Yeah.

And where was Vegeta?

He should have been out of that Hell hole of a hospitable by now.

Anna woke her self up at the thought of him being dead.

Desperately trying to find his Ki, Anna quickly found it.

It was getting larger, and it was still in the hospitable.

Finally getting up, she decided to take a visit to her friend.

Damn it.

She was getting soft...

IN THE HELL HOLE OF A HOSPITABLE...

He was floating.

He knew that he couldn't be dead.

No, life wasn't that kind.

He must be in a tank.

His inner clock told him he had been there for roughly ten hours.

Vegeta's mind kept going back to last night.

Anna had kissed him.

It was strangely wonderful.

But he had been in too much pain to fully enjoy it.

Like when Bulma had hugged him.

He was too frightened by the action to enjoy the feeling that he got.

He was sinking now, and his eyes were fluttering open.

The doctors gave him his report and handed him his clothes.

Putting on his garments, Vegeta let his mind wonder.

He wondered where the girls were.

He would have to get out of here to find out.

'Well, another day, one day closer to death.'

Will Vegeta ever call them friends? Find out in the next chapter of 'Split'.