You are not dreaming, this is a new chapter! I know it's been a couple of days, but I still update at a pretty good pace right? :) Lol.

I hope I will get some things cleared up in this chapter, I am trying very hard. There might be some "thinking, clearifying" pause in between discussion, but dont worry about it ;)

So first of all, thank you to all my readers, and a very special thank you to my reviewers.

Schoolgirl325: Yeah, I know it's not the greatest happiest stuff to read, but the point of the chapter was to be a little dark, I hope you still liked it though! Ah ah! What is Vegeta doing? Don't worry you should find out soon enough. I'm glad you like what I am doing, and I hope you will enjoy this chapter.

ginsensu: I know he is pretty mean, but Vegeta couldnt be Vegeta if he was all nice now would he? Heehee. Yeah, I am very excited to get to the part where he finds out, I actually have it all written out already, and I just want to put it now, but I cant!! :( I hope you will keep reading.

Temari's Angle: You like her personnality? Yay! I was afraid some people might not like the story or Bulma because she is not the feisty woman she usually is. I am very happy that you like it. I tried to make her very different from usually, after all it's a AU fic right? lol.

lissiechan: No no no, I love when readers tell me what they would like, or what they dislike, thats how I can improve the story. There will be more of VB relationship, do not worry about that, the first chapters are more of the settling of what happened, but I have my evil plots in my head lol. They will have more encounters, and A LOT of tension in the next chapter (you will find out after you read this;) ) It actually starts in this chapter, so I hope you will be satisfy, and will enjoy it!

loneshinobi: Yes, Bulma loves Vegeta very much and respect him. But why? Mmmmm! Is it only because he is her prince? AH, AH! You will have to read to find out, but you have been a very loyal reader & reviewer, so I'm thinking you will stick around for it ;)

Alright! Now, today, no long blabla. Right on with the story. (I know, I am so shocked too! :O )

Copyright: I do not own Dragonball Z.

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Chapter 3 : Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting

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Bulma had never seen her prince in the morning before because he was up and out training way before the time she would awake, which was 5 o'clock in the morning. But now she knew he was leaving his room around 4. Bulma always knew someone was occupying the room beside hers, but until now, she never had a clue on who it was, and was not interested in finding out. The person sharing the room next to hers would always get up around 4, and get back very late at night; a couple of hours after her.

She now knew this person was her prince Vegeta, and she could not have been happier. She wondered if Frieza knew about this, well, he probably did because he was probably the one who planned the whole scheme. Bulma was aware that it meant trouble because Lord Frieza would never do something to make her happy, but she reached such a level of joy, that even that thought could not bring her down from her cloud. If Frieza thought that putting Vegeta in a room beside hers would be a torture because she couldn't talk to him, or anything, well he had been wrong. Sharing the room beside Vegeta's was the closest she would probably get to spending time "with" him, and it was enough to make her happy.

The blue saiyan was dying to see her prince in the morning, and was thrilled to go through his morning routine with him. She decided to wake up around 3, and have the possibility, to herself dress and get ready for work. Bulma had decided to subtely follow him through his morning rituals; It was going to be easy since she had learned how to repress her ki; there was no way he was going to know she was behind him.

She had learned to supress her ki at a very young age; when Frieza had notice her power going up, he panicked a little becaue he didn't want Vegeta to find out about her. Zarbon had spent a whole week with her, teaching her, or actually, beating the crap out of her until she knew how to do it. She was very grateful for it though, because with that ability, not only Vegeta could not locate her, but neither could Frieza, and she was grateful for that.

Bulma was wearing her lab uniform, because when she would be done spying on Vegeta, she had to go straight to work. It was 3:45 when she started to hear some noises coming from the room beside hers. She could not help the smile that started to form on her lips; her prince was awake. Then, the door of his room opened in a loud bang, and closed with the same loud noise. No wonder I was waking up everytime he was leaving, she thought.

The blue haired girl waited a few seconds before opening her own door; she did not want him to hear her leave, he would probably burst out of rage on her. She silently, and slowly opened the door of her room, and looked both directions of the hall. There was nobody walking down them except Vegeta, who was going toward the training center. I should have figured, thought Bulma.

Vegeta was only wearing a pair of black spandex short, and from where she was, Bulma could admire his muscular back. She took her eyes off of him, when she felt her tail flickering around, and she started blushing. Well, this is embarassing, thought Bulma. Just watching him, was driving her crazy, and messing up her emotions, she could not even imagine what would happen if he was to find out who she really was.

Bulma's eyes opened wide when she saw what the training center looked like; she had never been there before. It was very large, and contained about 300 differents training machines, and also some training ring where fighters could fight against each other. Bulma was a saiyan, and even though she was not as cold hearted as most of them where, she still had a fighting spirit. Frieza never allowed her to train because she was blue saiyan; he did not know what the full extend of her power could be, and he did not want to find out, if she was meant to be more powerful than him, he would not let her achieve it. She still trained from time to time, in secret in her room, but it was a pathetic training compared to what the men were doing in there.

Bulma saw Vegeta entering in the computer the number of hours he was going to spend in the training center. When she saw the number 3 appear, she sighed; she could not see him any longer because she had to be to work in an hour, and he would still be training by that time. She resigned herself, as she turned around, and slightly dragged her feet in the opposite direction.

At the same time, in Frieza's control room.

"Sir, you know the little blue monkey is following him don't you?" asked Zarbon as he wondered why nobody had stop the little brat from stalking Vegeta. He always thought they were trying to torture her, and keep her close, but far from the prince.

Frieza looked at Zarbon, a huge evil smirk on his face. "Oh, I know." He looked again at his screen, and saw Bulma walking away from the training center. "She can do what she wants." There was no harm in her following Vegeta, as long as she kept her mouth shut; it was actually quite entertaining all the things she was willing to do for him.

Zarbon looked at him, puzzled. "She can do what she wants?" The only explanation of this, was that Frieza had a plan, or he had suddenly become very crazy. "I thought you didn't want him to find out about her." His Lord confused him more and mor everyday.

"You will see." Frieza's red eyes were glowing with an usual glow: pure joy. But why would he be happy about this whole thing, was what Zarbon was wondering. After all, they had not keep this little annoying girl for nothing had they? Well, he didn't exactly knew why they kept around, since Frieza hadn't share his plan with him, but he knew there had to be a good reason to keep one more saiyan alive. He sighed as he just decided he had to trust his master, like he always had.

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Bulma was walking back to her room, alone in the hall when she felt an arm grab her. She remained shocked when she was pushed against the closest wall, her back hitting hard. She did not have the time to fake the pain, as she was still surprise by the action. The person who pushed her though, did not seem to notice.

"You like to follow me around?" Bulma's eyes went wide open when she heard the voice. Vegeta. "You think I did not see you?" He asked as he pressed her body hard against the wall with his arm.

"I-m-you...How did you know?" She asked as her cheeks were a bright red; she had never been this close to Vegeta, and all her senses were going nuts. Unfortunately, that included her tail, but luckily for her, it was press against the wall, and she hoped it would not do much damage.

"Your hair gave you away, woman." Bulma unconsciously touched her hair, smiling has she now knew he remembered her. She thought she was a lost thought in his mind, but, he had remember her hair color! She knew he probably was wondering why she was smiling but she did not cared. "Did Frieza send you to spy on me?"

Bulma shook her head. "No, I just- I wanted." Oh boy, was she blushing now. She had no idea wha she was suppose to tell him! She started to look at the ground, her face getting more red by the second. She could not come up with a valid excuse for him.

Vegeta smirked as he noticed her face. "Oh, I get it." Bulma raised her head, panicked; did he notice her tail? "I know what you want."

Bulma looked at Vegeta, very confused; what she wanted? Her question was soon answered when he bent down, and his mouth was touching her ears. Bulma felt her heart pounding so hard that she thought it was going to come out of her chest. She was having a very hard time trying to control her tail and keep it in place. "Me." he whispered, in a sexy voice in her ear.

His voice sent a shiver all the way down her spine, as she felt her head getting dizzy. She was extremely turned on right now, and she had never felt such a thing before. "I." Eversince he had talk to her, Bulma had not been able to make one sentence that made sense.

She could feel his smirk against her skin, as he slowly pulled away, resting his mouth on her cheek. "I would never, never settle down for a weakling like you." He nibbled the skin of her cheek. "Don't follow me again."

With that, he left, leaving Bulma breathless against the wall. She did not even process everything he had said to her yet, and she let herself fall on the ground, her back against the cold wall. Without realizing, she brought her hand to her cheek, a smile on her face. It was not the sweetest touch, but he had touch her, and that was enough for her. She never had the chance to be so close to him, to feel him; Frieza usually controlled very strictly all their encounters.

Bulma raised her head, and look at the camera that was staring at her. He must have seen what happened, and yet, he did not bring any guards, he did not try to stop it. Something must be up, thought Bulma, he would never let this happen. Bulma had a small laugh as her tail, which was now down her leg, tickle her. This would be a good day.

"Stop sending your stupid slaves after me Frieza."

Lord Frieza turned around and look at Vegeta with a confused look on his face. "I don't have the time to deal with you, insolent monkey. What is it that you want?" Frieza had not receive any news from the lastest mission he had sent a team on, and he was getting out of patience.

"You know what I'm talking about. The blue haired pet of yours! You sent her to spy on me didn't you?" Vegeta walked in the room, with his arms crossed in front of him. There was no way this little brat was interested in him, hell he never talked to her. Of course, he did have good looks on his side, but still, something was very off with this girl, and he wanted to find out what.

Frieza smiled, so he had missed an interesting part of his play; he would have to watch it later on. "I have no idea what you are talking about. She is simply there to take care of you weak fighters."

"Bullshit."

There was something odd about this girl, but no mistake, he was not attracted to her, and never would be. Actually, he would never be attracted by any women that lived in the universe. The explanation for that, was quite simple; none of them were saiyans. A saiyan man would only feel attracted to a female saiyan, due to a scent that came from their tails. But even if someone was to ever reproduce the smell, it was the vision, the feel of the tail that would drive a saiyan over the edge.

Male Saiyan would go crazy for a soft, teasing tail of a female saiyan. Stroke it, play with it, would make them go crazy. That was why Vegeta could never be with a woman, he could never experience this intense lust feeling his people always had.

"You have kept around over way too long. You usually kill the women on this ship after 4 years, or you gave them away to be sex slave. Why is she so different?"

Frieza, who was very short at the moment since he was only in his first form, got up from his huge seat, and walked toward the angry prince. "Because she actually know what she is doing. She knows how to heal you, weak beings, who get hurt so easily. You would not have make it without her a couple of times. You should be grateful you monkey."

Vegeta stood in front of Frieza, a death glare in his eyes. He knew the alien was up to something, but he could no figure out what it was. He knew the look in Frieza's eyes way too well, and could tell when something was up. "I just don't want to see her around anymore."

Frieza smirked. Well, with what I have plan, this is going to be very hard, prince of all monkeys, thought Lord Frieza. Yes, he was actually enjoying controlling this little so called blue saiyan and he was going to have more fun now. Their lives where in his hands, and he was going to take advantages of that.

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Vegeta was in his room, sitting on the floor. He was trying to concentrate before he start his personal training. Vegeta would only do this kind of training by himself because he did not want Frieza to find out. Vegeta would power up every night, measuring his ki, and see how much power he had gain. He had to become a super saiyan if he wanted to beat Frieza one day, and he was working hard every day, trying to achieve it.

After powering up, he would start his training device, which would fly around, trying to get to him, and he would try to blast them. They were made of a very solid, hard metal, and pretty much impossible to blast. Everyday for the last 16 years he had try to destroy them, and had promised himself he would not stop until he succeed. He was getting quite angry, since he had never been able to do it yet; he was not strong enough.

Vegeta finally powered up, as a red glow was surrounding his body; he felt a lot more stronger now. He started his training devices, and they immediately started to attack him, full force. He did not even have the time to attack back as he was too busy avoiding the powerful charge of energy that were being thrown at him. That was only getting him angrier, and he suddenly felt a burst of energy going through his body. Vegeta always thought his anger would be the key to unlocking the mystery of the Legendary SuperSaiyan.

As he was lost in thought, one of the device blast him on the shoulder, sending him flying against the wall. Vegeta, surprised by the attack, did not react immediately, and stay on the ground. Since he was so vulnerable, and a still pray, the devices started to blast him non-stop, and Vegeta was trying to get away. He finally managed to reach the button, and stopped them. He was breathing heavily, and sharp pains were going through his body everytime he would. He had to get treatment, but the Medical Lab would be close by now, and if Frieza found out, he would ask what he was doing.

Desperate, Vegeta got up, and decide to try to find some gel, and treatment to put on his wounds. He opened the door of his room, and was more than shock when he was that the door of the room next to his was also open. The blue haired woman came out of the room, worried, and she seemed very scared. Vegeta was wondering how come he never noticed her room was right beside his. There were two possible solutions why she was out in the hall; she was either spying on him, and waited for him to come out of the room, or she heard the loud blast, and wondered what happened.

Bulma rushed to his side, her eyes filled with worryness. (?) She helped Vegeta up as she was taking a look at his wounds. "Don't touch me." he snapped at her. "Get your filthy rat, spy hands off of me." Bulma sighed, as she still helped him to her room, where she had gel and treatments. Vegeta really wanted to fight her, but he could not find the energy to; he wanted to keep whatever power he had left to remain awake.

Bulma, with the help of Vegeta, dragged him on her bed. Her cheeks were flushing red, as she knew her room was very low class, compared to what he was used to have, but she had everything to heal him in here. After the first beating she received from Frieza, she had learnt to keep a lot of medicine in her room to heal herself. She placed the pillow properly behind Vegeta's head, and removed his saiyan armor. She could not help but notice the frown on his face. Bulma knew she had to this because her prince needed to be heal, and Frieza could not find out about this.

"I will have to remove your clothes." Bulma said, almost looking away from him, embarassed. "I need to apply some cream on your wounds."

Vegeta uncrossed his arms from his chest. "How long will it take for them to heal?" He did not want Frieza or anybody else to see the wounds, he could get into a lot of trouble. "I need it to be fast."

Bulma removed the remaining of his shirt, trying not to blush as she looked down at his perfectly muscular chest. "It would take two days if I apply it once tonight." When, she saw Vegeta getting angrier and angrier by the second, she came up with an idea. "But if I apply it every hour tonight, you could be good by tomorrow morning."

She could see the hesitation in Vegeta's eyes. He did not know if he could trust this strange woman. Maybe she was not even trying to heal him, maybe she was trying to kill him. And what if she worked for Frieza? She would tell him everything! Well...it was a little too late for that since she had seen his wounds, and probably knew what he was doing. "Fine." he said, turning his head away from her.

"It will feel cold." she warned him as she started to apply a blue cream over his wounds. She knew he tried to hide the pain to show on his face, but she could feel it anyway. She felt really related to him, and could always tell his emotions; maybe it was because she knew he was saiyan and could feel it, but he could not sense her. It had been very hard to repress all of ever saiyan scents and emotions for so long. Everytime she was close to him, it would only get harder; her whole body wanted him.

Vegeta was surprsied when he felt something warm, and unknown when her fingers touched his skin. She had healed him before, but never when he was conscious, this was a first. He looked at her face, and was surprise to see how...pretty she was. He shook his head, no human could be goodlooking to him. Yes, something was definitevely weird about her.

Bulma sat down on the edge of the bed, as she continue running her hands all over his chest. She kept repeating to herself that she was simply healing him, and nothing more, but her body was reacting in a different way. She could feel her tail getting warmer and warmer, desperate for his touch, and she herself, was getting warmer by the second. She was trying to take deep breathes; she had to keep it under control.

Vegeta smelled something very weird in the room. It was a strange very sweet and fruity smell, but it was nothing like he had every smelled, it was a new one. He raised his head, looking around trying to find out where it came from. Bulma's eyes went wide open, when she smelled him. He was definitively getting aroused, and that would mean only one thing; he could smell her too. She resisted the urge of hiting her forehead, as she rapidly excused herself, lying about getting more cream; she had to get out of there.

She closed the door of the washroom, pressing her back against the door. Her delicate hand was resting on her stomach, as she tried to slow down her heartbeat. Bulma had never wanted something as much as she wanted her prince right now. All of her senses were awake, as she tried to turn them off, or they would give her away. The only reason why Vegeta had not been able to discover her identity right now, was probably because he never knew what exactly an aroused saiyan female was suppose to smell like. Well, she was not really suppose to know herself anything about saiyans, but with all those long hours spent in the laboratory, she had done a lot of research as she cracked in Frieza's saiyan database.

"Woman!" she heard Vegeta screamed from the room. She sighed as she grabbed the first thing she saw on her bathroom counter; she had to pretend. She promise herself to not get distracted by his body anymore, even though that was a hard task.

"I'm sorry, my p-" she stopped short; she had almost called him her prince. She bite her tongue, and tried to come up with something else. "my p-, mm, the doors of the cabinet were stuck." What a stupid lie, she thought.

Although, it seemed like Vegeta believed her, as he shrugged his shoulders, looking away. She sighed, happy that it work. It seemed that when he was around her, she was just making mistake over mistake. "You can sleep if you are tired. I will take care of your wounds."

"I don't trust you." he hissed at her. Bulma felt a sharp pain in her heart; it hurt her. She tried to brush it off, as she continued to apply cream on her. "Don't you dare try anything woman." Bulma shook her head. She would never do anything to hurt him, she would always try to protect him. Bulma was worried, as she did not know if Frieza saw her bring him in her room. If he did, she was in for a good beating tomorrow, but for now, she did not care, she was with him, and that's all that mattered.

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Vegeta felt panicked when he opened his eyes; this was not his room. He raised his eyes, and looked around; he was obviously in a servant room, even though, it was pretty decent compared to what he had seen before. Then, it hit him, and he remembered, he had been hurt and that blue haired spy had taken care of him. He could not believe he had let his guard down, and fell asleep. He looked down at his chest, and noticed that all the wounds were now closed; there was not even any scars. That meant she had done what she had promise; she had taken care of him. Vegeta was not going to let himself fool by this though, she could just be trying to get close to him, ordered by Frieza. He would not let her close to him again.

He looked beside him, and say her sleeping. She was still on her knees, on the cold floor, but her arms and her head were resting on the edge of the bed, and she was still holding an open tube of cream.

Vegeta took the tube from her end, and put it on her night stand. Then he took her in his arms, and layed her down on her bed; he told himself he only did it because she stayed up all night applying his cream, and not for any other reasons. He pulled the covers until she was entire cover, except for her head.

He was a little nervous when it came time to leave the room; the halls would probably be filled with people and they would wonder what the hell he was doing in there. A lot of people wondered what Bulma was doing on the ship, and why Frieza never gave her away to be a sex slave, rumours would start to fly around like crazy.

He opened the door, and looked around; he did not see a soul. He breathed easily, as he got out of the room, silently, and then closed the door behind him. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder; a three fingers hand. Vegeta turned around, and found Frieza looking at him.

"Had a late night?" Frieza had put cameras in Bulma's room, of course she knew nothing about this, and had spy on them all night long. He had never planned so many encounters for them, but the torture on his pet's face was maginificient, giving him so much pleasure. Plus, everytime something would happen, it seemed that Vegeta would be very suspicious of her, and would think she is a spy. He wanted Vegeta to think this, he wanted to hurt her, and eventually him.

"I don't know what you are talking about." said Vegeta, as he tried to walk away from the monster alien.

Frieza smirked; Vegeta was obviously very uncomfortable by this whole situation. "I thought saiyan could only mate with saiyan." Lord Frieza was not going to tell Vegeta he saw what happened. Although, he did wonder how the hell that idiot got his wounds.

Vegeta's hands crisped into fists, which he was ready to use to hit Frieza. "I did NOT mate with this stupid weak HUMAN. I would never go so low." Vegeta turned around, and face the powerful alien. "But tell me Frieza, with the way you are treating her, I guess you are enjoying her pleasure." With that said, Vegeta walked away, pretty proud of himself since he had a smirk on his face.

You have no idea, thought Frieza. He smiled to himself as he decided of a new plan for those two monkeys. Yes, something much terrible. He had always thought he should avoid any unplanned encouters between the two, but somehow, he found that incidents, and real encounters were going to be much more exciting. Oh yes.

He press a yellow button on his scouter, and immediately Zarbon responded. "Zarbon, get cameras installed everywhere in Vegeta's room, and make sure he does not find out about them." Frieza immediately cut the communication. The real torture was about to start.

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"What do you want?" asked Vegeta pretty annoyed as he entered Frieza's control room. "I've got better things to do than listen to you chat." Vegeta immediately noticed that Bulma was in the room; her hair was making her quite noticeable. "What is she doing here?"

Bulma hadn't gone to work today; she had slept through the whole day. Staying up, taking care of her prince had taken a lot of her energy, and she had not even remembered falling asleep. She had smiled though when she woke up, in the bed and under the cover; only one person could have done it. Her prince. But her happy thoughts had been shattered pretty fast as one of Frieza's man had come and get her a couple of minutes ago. She was still wearing her night dress, and was feeling pretty embarassed.

"She is going to move." Both Bulma and Vegeta looked surprised at the statment. Move? "You see, I noticed that, you are a very demanding person, and a prince." Frieza said the last word, his voice filled with sacarsm. "I thought you would need a slave."

"I told you, Saiyan only mates with Saiyan."

Frieza smiled, thinking, so what is the problem? But he was not going to say that outloud. "Who said anything about a sex slave?" Bulma's hopes went down, as Lord Frieza said that. For her prince, she would have been anything, and if they were to become intimate, then he would know about her, and things would be so much more simpler. Of course, this was the exact reason why Frieza wouldn't let it happen. "She will simply be living with you, taking care of your room, and you, but not your sexual appetite." Frieza smiled when he saw Bulma's expression, oh yes, she knew how hard this was going to be on her.

"Living with me?" He probably knows, thought Vegeta. He was right all along, she was a spy, and know Frieza wanted to know what he was doing in his room, and he was sending her in there. What a as s hole, he thought. He needed his alone time, he needed to train to beat this monster, and finally be free.

"Right now, my men are moving her stuff into your room, except her bed, she can simply sleep on your couch. I need her room for more important things." He turned to Bulma, a smirk on his face. "You better go and check if everything you want is moved; the sex slaves are moving into your room."

Great, now there was going to be a bunch of horny aliens mating beside them constantly. Bulma sighed, as she procced to leave the room, not daring to look at Vegeta as she did so. "You can leave now, monkey."

Vegeta felt a big urge to beat the crap out of Frieza right now, but he knew he was not strong enough yet, and now he did not know when he was going to be! He sighed, before leaving the room, he was going to have to take that anger out somehow. Somebody was going to get a good beat up.

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Bulma entered Vegeta's room for the first time, and she felt really embarassed. In the Saiyan Culture, a woman could only entered another man's room if they were bonded. She wondered if Vegeta's remembered this. Of course, there was always exceptions, where some men would have mistress, but, in general this was the rule. She could not find her stuff, but she figure it was in the big old closet that was right beside the couch.

The couch. She glanced at it; her bed was way better than that, but at least she could be close to him, smell him, touch him, she thought. She shook her head, no she could not touch him. Bulma brought her hand to her mouth, realizing something; now it was going to be a lot harder to keep her tail away from his sight! She would need to knot it very hard around her, to make sure it would not show at night.

She sat down on the couch, and looked around; even though this was going to be extremely hard, she was going to live with him now. The thought made her smile, and filled her with happiness. Then, the doors of the room went flying open, and Vegeta came in, look everything except happy. He turned his head to look at her, and sent her a death glare. "Don't think I will treat you good."

Bulma shook her head. "Get that smile off of your face. Frieza wants you to spy on me, I don't care. But don't expect me to treat you good."

She bite her lips, she had expected this, but now Bulma had a new goal, she was going to prove to her prince that he can trust her! She might not be able to show him her tail, but she would show him her heart. She knows there was only a tiny hope, that he might treat her decently. Maybe he was cold and harsh because he didn't trust her; maybe he would learn to appreciate her without needing to find out she was saiyan. At this point, she had nothign to lose.

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Well, I hope everybody enjoyed this chapter, and the fact that there was more Bulma&Vegeta. Don't worry you will see more and more of these two! Especially now.

By the way you can check the prologue and the chapter 1 sometimes, because I am working on some remodeling on them, so they could turn out to be slightly different, I dont know yet.

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