(Bulmas POV)

"Run about a mile east of here," she says. "That's where you want to go." I start to take off and the Prince adds, almost a little reluctantly, "The prince needs to win. His life is worth more than yours, or Goku. He could change everything remember that. Vegeta has a big fight in the future. I know it… Trust me. I'll kill you later." I pause, slightly shocked, but manage a detached sort of nod. Vegeta could change everything. What does she mean by that? Of course his life is worth more than mine, really? But I still don't see how that means he could change everything, or anything, for the matter. The only thing he had managed to change was her heart to fall into love with him. I force myself to shake off all thoughts around Vegeta because I can't stand feeling guilty, and that's all I feel when I think of him. I'm on the run again, an arrow already strung and ready to be fired. If things are as bad as the Prince says, then I can't let my guard down even for a second. I leap over roots and sprint past the trees, careful not to trip. I run about a half mile before I start to tire, but I push past, ignoring the cramp in my side. I don't know the last time I've run this fast but I can't stop now.

It starts to thunder, and then heavy raindrops fall from the sky. I pause only a second to let it splash on my face, washing off all the dirt and mud I had caked on earlier. The rain is coming down hard now, making it harder for me to see. I'd have to put my bow away, which I can't do. If I run into a tribute, I'll shoot my first arrow that I made and then attack. That's when I hear it, over the pounding rain and rumbling thunder. There was screaming, rippling in agony, chilling me to the bone. A very horrible, familiar scream to me. It's even more terrible because I've never expected Goku to make that kind of sound. I ran forward, passing all the trees, dead trees, bushes and anything in my way. I break through a clearing, out of breath and winded, and brush my wet hair from my face. The storm has tainted the colors of the arena to murky shades of green and brown, I saw him. Curled on the ground, across the clearing, his back pressed against the wide base of a tree. My heart stops, and suddenly I can't move. As though sensing my presence, he looks up. Even through the blurry haze of the pounding rain, I can still make out his face: horror, pain, anguish, flashing across his features, leaving me terrified. But his face only holds my attention for so long. A sword has punctured through his stomach, spilling his blood and staining the ground crimson. I know that sword…

Rage fills me from the inside out, rippling in waves of fury off my skin until it consumes me entirely and I hardly remember anything before this moment and this anger. Goku's eyes go wide and his expression twists into agony. "No..." I hear something from behind but before I can react, something sharp digs into the small of my back. "I wouldn't make any sudden movements if I were you," a smooth voice says. "Unless you want to end up like Goku, over there." I close my eyes and have to bite my tongue to keep quiet. I can taste the salt and rusty taste of blood in my mouth, but I swallow it down, instead of spitting and showing any kind of weakness. My arms, stiff at my sides, shake with tension and fury. "Drop the bow & arrow," the voice instructs gently. When I don't so much as move, the tip of a sword digs deeper and I'm forced to drop it. "Good girl. I didn't want it to come down to this, you know. I didn't want to have to kill you. But you just had to be so stupid, Bulma." I took in a deep breathe. "The Capital needs to be stopped," he says vehemently. "Starting with their heirs. And here we have a chance to end them. I thought you were like me, and could see that." The sword presses deeper into my back and even though I flinch, I force myself not to cry out, even though I can feel my skin breaking. "But then I saw the way you looked at that filthy prince and I just knew. That freak. He does not even know he really is a PRINCE!" I gasped and he knew it. "Oh yes…his mother was with the King capital for a long time. She went off to go into the games. Once she had Vegeta she protected him. He had power. She died saving him. She would have won." His words made me freeze. Vegeta was really a Prince.

What he knew, I'll never know, because that's when Goku gives a terrible, raspy cough and I know that's my opening. I freeze the water dripping down my arms to my fingertips, making ice daggers, and then whirl around and fling the daggers at Piccolo. He stumbles back and slashes out; the blade barely brushes my arm. Suddenly I saw fire go by my face and I looked up. There in the air was a green dragon. It landed in front of me, I smirked and the next thing I knew it was Vegeta again. "Woman? Need help?" Vegeta's mocking tone made me smile. He looked towards Goku and smirked darkly. "Looks like Kakarot… got hurt." I glared at the Prince and hit his arm. Ah Piccolo I forgot about him. Piccolo came running with a word towards Vegeta from behind. Vegeta turned with his double swords and defended.