Hi there! Alright, here's the next chapter :)

There's a bit of BV but not too much, although I'll be posting a loooooot on the upcoming chapters.

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"Bulma?"

She was wearing the short red dress she had taken to school but it was dirty. Her makeup was running down her face, showing she had been crying. She was, in fact, sobbing at that very moment. She had her heels in one hand and was shivering.

"Vegeta!" she answered. "Ha-ha… I'm sorry I came this late b-but… but I… I c-couldn't find Chichi's house a-and I've been walking in the dark, lonely streets for like two hours a-and I couldn't find my w-way home either, so I-I don't know why I remembered th-the way t-to your h-house a-and…" she began to cry again and he cocked an eyebrow.

"Wanna come in?"

She sniffed and nodded, and he picked up Jeremy once again and moved to the side to let her in. She laughed a little bit in between her sobs as she looked at the small kid. He looked about four or five, and was like a little Vegeta. His hair was swept upwards, too and had the cute little bangs on his forehead. He was looking at her curiously, his little brown tail swishing behind him.

Vegeta lead her to the living room, where, in the center of the room right between the couch and the T.V, were other 5 kids. Three girls were playing with each other's hair and two boys were playing with trucks and cars and little soldiers. The boys had wild, upswept hair similar to Vegeta's, but it was not a perfect flame and some of them had brown shades in it and even reddish. The girls had long, black, wild hair, but running down their backs. They all turned to look at her. "Vegeta, who is that?" asked one of the boys.

"My name is Bulma." She answered, smiling. She turned around to look at Jeremy, who hid his face in Vegeta's neck and gripped his shit tighter. It was the sweetest thing she had ever seen.

"Is she your girlfriend?" a girl asked, excited.

"No. She's just a girl from school" he answered dryly. "Do you want anything? Food, water?"

"Uh… No, no, thanks. I just need to use your phone."

He pointed with his chin toward the little table by the couch and she sat down, grabbing the phone. He sat next to her, with a sleepy Jeremy in his arms. As she dialed the numbers, she watched Jeremy sucking on his tail. Vegeta pulled it softly from his mouth.

"Don't do that."

"Sowy." He answered, leaning on Vegeta's stomach and blinking to keep his eyes opened. Vegeta put a hand on his head.

"Hello?"

"Hello, daddy?"

Vegeta leaned on the couch and looked at the ceiling. He was tired. He listened as the earthling spoke with her father. "Daddy, I am not at Chichi's. Wait, listen to me. Yes. No. No, daddy. I am at a friend's house. Yes. Yes, I was lost and he took me in and let me use his phone. No. Yes, he's a guy. Okay. Yes… Look the direction is…"

"Vegeta?" Jill said, turning around.

"Hmm?"

"Can I have hot chocolate?"

"Me, too!"

"And me!"

"And-"

"Alright. Just wait until Bulma hangs up to ask her if she wants some."

He noticed as they rubbed their eyes and began to close their eyes dizzily. Finally, she hanged up and looked over at him. "Thank you so much, Vegeta. My dad will be picking me up soon."

"Hn. Do you want chocolate?"

She looked down at the sleeping Jeremy and giggled. "Okay."

He stood up and put Jeremy on the couch. The little kid curled into a ball and sighed in his sleep. "Jill, give me a hand here."

Vegeta and the oldest of the kids went over to the kitchen.

"You are very pretty" Lauren said.

"Why thank you." She said, smiling.

"Do you like Vegeta?" Jenny said.

"Oh, no. We're just friends."

"Stop with the girl's babbling! Do you want to play with us?" Tyler snapped, raising a little truck in his hand.

"No, thanks. That's okay." That's when she realized. "Hey, Vegeta?"

"Hmm?" he answered from the kitchen.

"Is anybody else home?"

He came back with a tray with four cups and Jill came back with one with three. The toddlers took their cups and began to drink, and he handed one to Bulma. "No."

"Aren't you having any?"

"No."

"So, you are alone with the kids."

"Yes." He saw them yawn and stood up, picking Jeremy with great care. Bulma felt her heart warm at the scene. Jeremy opened his eyes half-way and his lower lip quivered.

"Shhh…" Vegeta said, patting his head. The toddler fell asleep again. "Okay, now. Off to bed, kids."

"Awwww, but Vegeta-"

"Nah, ah, ah. No complaints. Come on."

"But we're playing!"

"It's 10:30. Come on, now."

"But it's Friday!"

He sighed. "Please, guys. I am not in the mood right now."

They groaned as they stood up and followed Vegeta. "Be right back." He said, turning to Bulma. She nodded as she drank her chocolate and watched as he walked slowly up the stairs with the five kids following him.

She suddenly felt her heart clench. She felt a wave of pity. Vegeta was all alone. He was alone, taking care of six kids, all by himself, as if he was the father. Where was this stepfather of his, that didn't even care about the children he was supposed to take care of? How long had Vegeta been in this duty? No wonder he was always tired and cold.

He came back and sat on the couch, sighing with exhaustion.

"Vegeta? Where is your stepfather?"

He scowled and looked away. "Gone, thank goodness."

"Why do you hate him so much?" she asked silently, leaning over.

"That's none of your business, girl."

She looked down at her chocolate. "He should be here, taking care of the kids."

"But he isn't."

"So I've noticed. Why? How comes?"

"He's a bastard and can't care less if Jeremy drowns in the bathtub." He muttered.

"Jeremy?"

"The little one."

"Oh. He's so cute!"

He smiled a little bit and sighed, passing a hand though his hair. "He is a little typhoon."

She laughed. He suddenly looked at her and their eyes met. There was a brief moment of awkwardness as none said anything, but it melted when she began to subconsciously lean over to him, and he didn't move.

He stared as she approached; her eyes half-opened and her lips slightly pursed. He found himself leaning over as well, slowly. Very, very slowly. She closed her eyes… but it downed to him. He couldn't do this. No.

He was not bringing someone else into his hell of a life. He didn't like her. He didn't want to like her. Love was a weak emotion and you were helpless against it. Besides, he didn't want to hurt her. He turned his head and stood up. Bulma, finding out that her lips were touching the bare air, opened her eyes and saw him walking over to the window. She blinked. "Are you okay?"

"He will be here soon." He muttered.

"Who?"

"Frieza."

"Who?" She walked over to him and had to bite down a gasp as his eyes showed pure fear and hatred. "Vegeta…?"

"Is that your father's car?"

There was a bell ring and he went to open the door. There was a short, purple-haired man with big glasses. "Hello! You must be Vegeta. I am Dr. Briefs." He extended a hand and Vegeta shook it reluctantly.

"Hello."

"Daddy!" Bulma said, running to hug her father.

"Sweetie! How are you? Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Much thanks to Vegeta" she answered, grinning widely. She turned around and waved a hand. "I'm off now. Talk to you tomorrow?"

"Hn."

She giggled and hugged him, laughing harder as his body tensed, completely oblivious to the real reason of why his body reacted that way to physical contact. She turned around and walked to her big, bright, red car. He closed the door and walked to his room. 'Luckily' he thought 'if I fall asleep, Frieza won't…'

The door slammed open. He turned around, wide-eyed.

Frieza smiled at the brief second of terror before the emotionless expression. "Monkey."

"Frieza." He answered. Before he knew what was happening, he had been punched harshly and was now being pinned to the floor, one of his arms below the crazed lizard's foot and the other one being twisted behind his back.

"What did you say?"

"F-father!" he said hastily as Frieza twisted his arm painfully.

"That's what I thought." He said, standing up and walking around the Saiyan. "Now be a good monkey and kiss my feet." He said cruelly.

"What? No way!"

Frieza grabbed him by his throat in a flash and looked into his eyes before driving his strong, bony fist into Vegeta's face over and over, until blood came flowing down his face. Then, throwing him across the room, he said slowly. "You have not learned your lesson, yet, Vegeta. You are here because of me. If it wasn't for my mercy, you and your little siblings would be who-knows-where, freezing. Jeremy would probably be dead by now. I give you food, clothes, shelter, a bed… Hell, you even have a room for yourself! If your father wasn't a weak fool and your mother a careless bitch, perhaps the situation won't be this one. But…" he picked Vegeta up by his hair and threw him to the couch "…as it is not a fairytale, you must be grateful with me. I took you in and gave you a fucking life!"

He grabbed Vegeta's hands and broke his wrists. He bit down on his lip to keep from screaming and Frieza lifted a clawed, sharp-nailed hand. "No, wait - " He gasped as the hand came down to the right side of his face, leaving three deep, bleeding wounds, and came down again on his chest and running down his abdomen.

"You are an ungrateful monkey. Now go upstairs. I don't want to see you anymore."

He stood up fast, ignoring the sharp pain on his face and upper body and ran upstairs.

While in his room, he growled as he managed to bandage his hands with his mouth. They'd be healed by the next day. He lay on the bed and sighed. He HAD to leave. And fast. But how? He swallowed as he turned around on his bed and fell asleep.

Bulma woke up and smiled. She had been close.

A little push and she'd win the guy. She laughed at herself.

"Bulma? Sweetie? It's Chichi at the phone."

"Oh." She grabbed the phone. "Hi, Chichi."

She quickly explained everything that had happened, including her short stay at Vegeta's and the almost-kiss. After a little chatter, she finally hanged up and stretched, going to take a bath and prepare to do some shopping.

She found herself thinking about Vegeta. What was he doing? Was he sleeping? Probably at the park with his siblings? She giggled. She was far from the idea.

He woke up dizzily at the loss of blood and walked up to his bathroom. He heard his siblings chattering downstairs and peered at Frieza's bedroom. The lizard was gone. He took a fast shower, washing off the blood from his body, and unbandaged his wrists. They still hurt and were purple and sore, but he gave it no mind as he picked up his sheets and tucked them inside the washing machine.

"Vegeta!" they said happily. He smiled.

"Hey. How did you sleep?"

"Fine." They answered.

"What happened to your face?" Jill asked. He immediately put a hand on the scabs on the right side of his face. They had not been too deep, so his Saiyan system wouldn't leave a scar, but the wounds were still there.

"I had a nightmare and scratched myself while sleeping. It's nothing. Are you hungry?"

They laughed at his 'bad luck' and nodded. He quickly served some cereal and toasts and put them in front of his siblings.

"Vegeta? Can we go to the park today?" Jeremy asked.

"Sorry, but you know I work on Saturdays."

"But… but…!"

"Look, if I get here early we'll go to the park. If I don't, I promise I'll bring a movie and we'll order pizza and we'll eat and watch it together. Okay?"

They cheered and he sighed in the inside.

"Alright. Promise you'll be good." He said. He hated leaving them alone, but he knew Frieza would never be home on a Saturday and he wouldn't ask Kakkarot and Radditz to take care of them. That'd ruin their family activities.

Bulma laughed as Krillin told some kind of weird joke and Eighteen hit him in the head. "Goku said he'd be here" Chichi said, crossing her arms.

"Aww, man. Now all you are gonna be with your pairs and I'm the bitter single lady."

"Not so bitter." Chichi said, winking, and pointing towards a store. Bulma's eyes widened. Vegeta was folding some clothes in a store, his expression bored and serious, and wearing the black V-neck shirt and dark blue jeans they made the employees wear. She bit her lip.

"Yeah. Vegeta works here on Saturdays." Eighteen said. Krillin smiled and elbowed Bulma softly, teasing her.

"Someone's got a crushy-crushy."

She laughed and turned to look at Chichi. "Am I looking okay?"

Although Chichi hated Vegeta, she was a romantic person and was willing to help her new friend in getting the man she wanted, even if that man was the annoying prince of Saiyans. "Yes, perfect."

She turned on heel and took a deep breath. "Off I go now."

She walked determinedly into the store, but stopped in her tracks as a beautiful, black-haired woman approached him first. Her hair was straight and shiny and the black shirt molded her form perfectly. She frowned. No way was that girl taking her man away. She opened the door and began to look at the clothes distractedly, as if she was looking for something special.

"Need anything, miss?" someone said. She turned around and stared at the man that was talking to her. His hair was black and clean and his smile was nice. He was a handsome man, with a scar on his cheek.

"No, thanks. Just looking around."

"My name is Yamcha if you need anything." He said, winking. She smiled.

"Okay."

"By the way, we have great discounts for special clients."

"Really?" she answered, uninterested, and trying to see Vegeta from over Yamcha's shoulder. He was smiling as he talked to the girl. Why was he smiling? Damn, she was jealous.

"Yeah-ha. We have discounts for especially pretty ladies."

She cocked an eyebrow at the pathetic flattering comment. "Mhm. I see. Thanks but…"

"What's your name, pretty?"

"I'm not giving you my name."

He grabbed her wrist and smiled sexily. "Come on."

"Let me go."

"Oh, please. Just your name."

"Bulma." Someone said behind them. She couldn't help with the grin that spread across her face as she noticed Vegeta standing behind Yamcha. "What are you doing here?"

"Vegeta?" she feigned surprise. Yamcha immediately let her wrist go and looked at Vegeta with what seemed like fear and hatred. "I… I was just…"

"Run along, weakling." He told Yamcha, who frowned and walked away. She smiled.

"Hi, Vegeta."

"Hi. Need anything?"

"I didn't know you worked here."

"I have to do something to earn some money."

"Earn some money?"

"I have to take the kids out of that house as soon as possible." He answered, turning around. "If you don't need anything else then I'll be on my way."

"No, wait. What happened to your face?" she asked, noticing the red scabs on his face.

"Nothing."

"Come on. Tell me."

"It is not your business."

"Alright, calm down. So, Vegeta, what time does the store close?"

"Eight."

"Do you want to do something tonight?" What are you doing? Girls don't usually invite boys! Moron!

"I don't know. Perhaps." He answered. Her eyes widened.

"Really?"

He laughed and shook his head slowly. "You are too weird."

"G-give me your phone and I'll call you!"

He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. She felt her face going red and looked at the floor, and that's when he heard him laughing. "Kakkarot has it. Ask him." And he walked away.

He arrived home and opened the door. The lights were off but the T.V was on, and he heard the usual something-scary-is-going-to-happen music and he chuckled. He walked up to the living room and saw the six of them holding a thick blanket against their terror-struck faces. They were trembling and their eyes were wide, and he turned to see a blonde, beautiful bimbo looking around frantically and then… BAM! An ugly, horn-headed zombie banged the window and broke it. The six kids cried out in terror and covered themselves with the blanket. Vegeta grimaced as the creature reminded him of Frieza and turned on the lights.

"You shouldn't be watching this." He said, turning off the T.V and pulling the blanket off of them.

"Vegeta!" they shouted in unison and jumped to hug their brother in fear. He laughed and patted their backs.

"It's okay. No zombie is going to eat your brains."

He placed them on the couch once again and stood up. "You're here! Can we order some pizza?" Tyler said. He took a deep breath.

"Yeah."

He knew it was wrong to waste money in such blatant things, but… hell, there was no food in the house and he was hungry as well.

"Come on, Bulma! Call him!" Chichi said.

She was nervous as hell.

"What if he says no?"

"Come on!" Eighteen said, losing her patience.

"FINE!" She dialed the numbers.

Vegeta watched as they chose a movie from the enormous collection of Frieza and he crossed his arms. The lizard wouldn't mind, surely. That's when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Vegeta?"

"Bulma?"

"Yeah! How are you?"

"Uh… Fine."

"Great. Uh…uhm… Do you… Would you…?"

"What? Say it, girl!"

"Do you want to go to this new restaurant tonight?"

"I can't."

There was a brief silence and she sighed, as if she wasn't expecting anything else. "Okay."

"Uhm, Bulma?"

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. DON'T!

"Yes?"

"Wanna come tomorrow morning to the park next to my house? I'll be taking the kids there for a walk." He said, blushing. What was he doing? WHO WAS THIS PERSON INSIDE HIM TALKING?

"Oh! Sure! I'll call you tomorrow, then!"

"Hn."

And he hang up. He pinched the bridge of his nose. What. The. Fuck.

Did he like her?

Yes, of course he liked her. She was smart and had an awesome personality. But… this just wasn't him. He had met her a few days ago! What the hell!

Jeremy crawled onto his lap, sucking his tail distractedly and leaned on his abdomen. The other toddlers sat next to him and cuddled one with another while Jill put a movie. They had chosen "Paranoia."

Jill brought up the blanket and Vegeta covered Jeremy, pulling his tail softly from his mouth. He smiled in the inside at the brief moment of happiness. They leaned on one another and concentrated on the movie.

Alright. Another chappie.

I know Vegeta was a bit OOC when he invited Bulma but oh well.

I hope you enjoyed it and please Review ;)

I promise a little bit of action in the next chapter.

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