Somewhere on a spaceship far out in the galaxy.

  Walking into the control room, Nappa knelt on one knee and put his fist over his heart in salute.

 "My Lord, it seems that the traitor wasn't destroyed when his craft made impact on earth."

The creature kept his back turned. His shoulders shook as he chuckled.

"I didn't really expect him to, Nappa."

Nappa rose and approached his sovereign.

"But my Lord, why do you want him to live? Will he not cause trouble for us?"

Cold purple eyes remained focus on the screen before him as he clenched his fists in anger. He hated to have his decisions and motives questioned.

"Why do you question me!? Do you not think that I know what I am doing? I took care of him before we sent him on his little flight. He is of no consequence to us! I want him to die with the rest of the Earthlings when the time comes."

"Forgive me my Lord."

The creature nodded. "Leave me"

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   Bulma woke to the feeling of something heavy on her stomach. When she looked down there was a large white dog head laying across her middle. She scratched between his ears gently.

"You do know that I just washed these sheets?"

Caesar rolled over on his back and looked up at her.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

   After chasing the dog out of her room Bulma got up and began to make the bed. When she finished her morning ritual she walked quietly past the closed door of Vegeta's room and downstairs.

   She fed the dog and toasted herself a bagel that she would eat outside while she planned her day. Bulma licked the last bit of cream cheese off of her fingers and picked up the notepad she had sitting on the table. She wanted to have some sort of plan, what was she supposed to do all day with a Sayajin?

   The cry of a seagull down by the dock inspired her. She could take him for a ride on the Jet Ski's out to the island!

   About two miles out in the bay was a small island owned by capsule corporation. The only structure on it was a little bungalow Bulma had built a few years ago. She used it when she needed to get away from her work. She could take Vegeta out there for the day. He did mention something the night before about sailing; maybe some time on the water could help his memory.

   Bulma got up to go inside. She wanted to pack the things she would need for a day on the water, and then make sure the watercrafts were running properly. She turned the corner then started upstairs to her room to get dressed.

   A basic halter top bikini and a pair of water shorts would do, she always kept a few articles of clothing at the bungalow. Bulma began to remove her pajamas when she caught a glimpse of someone standing at her door. She shrieked and grabbed a pillow to cover her bare chest.

"Vegeta! You scared me!"

His face remained impassive. "I just wanted to know where you keep the food. I was hungry."

"I'll be down in a minute! Just go!"

   Vegeta turned to leave. She grinned to himself as he walked back down the stairs and into the kitchen and sat down at the table. He hadn't meant to walk in on her like that but he didn't regret it, her body was certainly worth a look.

Eh, good to know that is working.  

   Moments later Bulma came walking in, wearing a large t-shirt that covered most of her upper body.

A pity. Vegeta thought to himself.

  Bulma took a large black skillet and sat it on the eye of the stove. Soon, the smell of bacon and eggs filled the house with the unmistakable aroma of breakfast. A beeping from the oven timer signaled that the cinnamon rolls were done. After she iced them she filled her plate with a modest amount and gave the rest to Vegeta. She finished her food quickly and pushed her plate aside. Propping her elbows on the table she cleared her throat.

   Vegeta looked up from his food. Bulma spoke rapidly.

"I was thinking… today would be a nice day to spend some time on the beach. I think you might enjoy the water."

   "Sure."

"Great then! After you finish and I clean up, we should be able to go in less than an hour. That should give your food time to settle. Oh by the way, I left you some cloths laying out on your bed."

   Bulma jumped up and went outside to prepare. Vegeta sat and finished his food; he didn't care to rush through a meal. When he finished he rinsed off both of their plates and put them in the machine as he had seen the woman do. He then went to his room to change clothes. Although he didn't show it he was rather excited.

   Why was it, he wondered, that he felt that he should remain impassive? She had been very good to him… but, he would think about that later. For now, he was going to enjoy himself and hopefully revive some memories.

   Bulma flipped the switches causing the two wet bikes to be lowered into the water. They had both been fueled up and were totally ready for the day. She packed a few supplies in the front compartment and found an extra life jacket to fit Vegeta. It would be nice to have someone go with her for a change, someone that wasn't canine anyway.

   It had been a long time since Bulma had had anyone around. She had lived like a hermit for a while now, that was the reason her mother gave her a puppy two years ago. She though Bulma could use some company, so now she had Caesar. But dogs weren't very good at conversation, come to think of it, neither was Vegeta. It struck her as odd that she was about to spend a day at the beach with one of the most feared men in the galaxy.

But this isn't just for fun. Bulma reminded herself. She was trying to do something that might help him recover his memory.

   "Vegeta, are you ready yet?!" Bulma yelled.

   She watched a the sayajin immerged from the house. He was wearing the swim short she had left out for him. His olive skin was beautiful in the sunlight. His muscular arms swung at his sides as he walked displaying a broad, hairless chest and perfectly cut abdomen. Even the numerous scars couldn't mar the beauty of his physique. Dear god, the man was exquisite!

"You're ready then?"

Bulma had to bring her mind back from the fantasy land it had wandered off to.

No! No, no, no, no! Not Vegeta, not him of all people. I'm only doing this to help him because…damn it I don't know why I'm doing it! He is evil, with a body like a… NO! Absolutely not! You know you can't…

"Are you ok?"

"Uh, yes fine! I suppose it's just the heat. I'll be ok as soon as we get going."

Bulma took off the shirt she was wearing to reveal her swimsuit underneath. She turned away quickly before he had a chance to get a good look and climbed on one of the wet bikes. She tossed Vegeta a life jacket. He put it on and climbed on the other watercraft.

"Just push the button like this."

Bulma touched the little button and the engine came to life. She pushed the throttle and moved a few feet out.

"Come on, try it!"

Vegeta did as she told him and they were soon racing side by side. Bulma turned sharply causing salt water to spray in his face. She was too busy laughing that she didn't notice him coming up beside her to do the same.

"Come on!" Bulma pointed to an island in the distance. "That's where we're going. Let's race!"

Before she even finished her sentence Vegeta was already speeding toward the island.

Oh no you don't.

Even though he had a head start, Bulma had been racing in those waters for years. She easily overtook him and was standing on the shore waiting when he pulled up.

"Beat ya'!" She laughed.

Vegeta just glared at her making her giggle even more. This ease was something new to him. Although he couldn't remember he knew that a person would have never dared to laugh at him before. But this wasn't too bad, he liked the way she covered her face with one hand when she giggled like that.

"I'll go get some beach towels, we can sit out here and talk."

   Bulma turned and walked up the beach toward a little cabana in the center of the island. It wasn't very big, one bedroom, a bathroom, kitchen and living room. She always kept it stocked with a few essentials for when she came to stay out there for a little while. It was her little escape from the world.

   She came back out with two beach towels and a pad and pencil to take notes with. After spreading them out on the sand Bulma stretched out on her stomach and sat looking at Vegeta with pencil in hand.

"Ok, I want for us to talk and maybe we can come up with a few things that may help you."

He nodded.

"Now you've already told me the first thing you can remember, waking up in the healing chamber. Can you try and think back about when you crashed here? Close your eyes and imagine yourself in the cockpit of your ship."

Vegeta lay his head back and closed his eyes, he spoke out loud as he thought.

"Ok, I'm piloting a spacecraft. In front of me is an instrument panel, there are controls all around me. I see the radar and the ignition switch,…"

Bulma took notes as he spoke. This was good! Vegeta was describing everything perfectly. He remembered what it looked like though he hadn't see one since his crash.

"Vegeta?" Bulma interrupted. "Can you place yourself in it; can you see yourself piloting the ship before you crashed?"

He thought for a moment. "No. I know everything about it, I just don't remember flying before."

She scribbled something else on the paper. "Ok, what do you know about fighting?"

He shook his head. "I don't know. I don't remember. Why would I know about fighting?"

Bulma sighed. She had never told him that he was a warrior, it was something she hadn't wanted to tell him about just yet.

"You were a warrior. Sayajins are the finest warriors, you especially are very powerful." Great now how is he going to react?

"I was a warrior? Then I should be training shouldn't I? that's what a good warrior would do."

I think I may have created a monster. "Yes, we'll have to see about that when we get home. Moving on. What do you know about your family? Can you remember anything about your mother or father?"

"My mother died when I was young, it was just my father and myself." Vegeta was shocked by his own words. Where did that come from?

Bulma too was taken aback. "She died, do you know how or when?"

"I don't know."

"What about your father? Do you know what happened to him?"

"I don't know." The questions were starting to get on his nerves. He wasn't sure why, but talking about his family was painful.

"Do you remember when the planet was destroyed? Can you remember what…"

"I DON'T KNOW!!! No more questions, please!" He stood up and walked away from her toward the cabana. He didn't mean to yell, it was just too much. He needed to get away.

   Bulma was shocked by his outburst. His temper could be frightening. She should have been more careful of what she said, her words had been too personal.

Give him a minute to cool off. Then go apologize to him.

She stood up and walked in his direction. Bulma found him sitting in the doorway.

"Vegeta." He wouldn't look up at her. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you so much. I'll try to be more…"

"You don't know what it's like." He kept his head turned so she couldn't see his face. "There is something there, but I just can't quite reach it. It hurts, I just don't know why. There are so many things I find myself doing and thinking and I don't know why, It's driving me mad…"

There was a lump forming in his throat. He knew he needed to stop talking before his voice betrayed him. He got up and started walking, he didn't know where; he just needed time alone to think.

"Vegeta, wait." Bulma called after him.

He turned around to face her for just a second. "I'll be back."

   Once he was out of sight, Bulma slumped down on the porch steps. What had she gotten herself into? She was now the therapist for a Sayajin. A Sayajin with a very painful past.

   It seemed odd to Bulma, not too long ago she was ready to slit his throat, now all she wanted was to end the emotional torture that he was going through. But she was no doctor, she didn't have the faintest clue as to how to help him. And the effort she just made seemed to hurt him even worse. If his memories were all so painful, it would be impossible to make him remember. He had probably blocked out a lot of them a long time ago.

   Imagine that, all the time the mighty Prince Vegeta had been living with those emotions. It was hard for Bulma to imagine that murderer with any feelings whatsoever. But he wasn't a murderer to her anymore, he was something else… there was no evil in him, there couldn't be. He seemed so…good.

   And now, where was he? Somewhere out roaming the island, he did say he'd be back, question was, when? Why she was so concerned anyway, the island's not that big and Vegeta's a big boy. He could take care of himself.

  Damn it Bulma, stop worrying!

  She picked up her notepad and began to read.

   Sorry if the chapters haven't been that long. I'm working on it. I do appreciate the reviews, keep em' coming! If you were wondering when Bulma refers to the "wet bikes" she is talking about the Jet Ski's. "Wet bike" is a term we use around here. A girl sent me an e-mail offering to be my beta but when I tried to send her the chapter, It came back to me invalid address. So, I'm just going to go ahead and post this. Maybe I can get it all sorted out later.

 Let me know what you think. Until next time mes amies.