Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ

A/N: Hi All.

Now this part is a long one, I hope you enjoy. Will Bulma and Vegeta reunite once more?

As always comments and reviews are welcome.

I'm using some more traditional spelling for characters names.

Vegeta – Vegeta Oji

Bulma – Bulma

King Vegeta – Vegeta Ou

Goku – Kakarotto

Brolly – Broly

Piccolo – Piccolo

Kami – Kami Sama

Bardock – Baddaku

Part 10

Vegeta reached out for Bulma's hand just as his bedroom doors crashed open. A dozen demonic faced people charged for him as he was pulled up through the shining light portal above him. His eyes closed on instinct and he felt a surge of energy flood his body, like adrenaline it gave him a rush inside his blood that made all of his muscles clench with anticipation. The burning lights piercing even through his eyelids told him to keep them closed.

The warm light and the energy coursing through him subsided and he softly landed on a hard cold floor. Keeping his eyes closed for another second to make sure the blinding light was gone he slowly opened them. His vision slightly blurred it started to sharpen as the room became known to him. Sitting up quickly he whipped around making sure he wasn't mistaken.

"No…" He said getting up to his feet.

Rushing to the big wooden doors he flung them open like they were toys he searched franticly.

"How can this be?" He shouted looking down the corridor and around the doors.

"What is this madness?!" Vegeta screamed.

As soon as his voice left his lips six soldiers came rushing around the stone corridor. Acting on instinct Vegeta slammed the doors closed again. Grabbing any furniture within reach he shoved it up against the door, shutting himself in. He sat down and wedged himself between the door and the bed. Banging began on the wooden doors as Vegeta panted.

"They didn't have those faces… and the light, I thought I saw… I know I saw her!" Vegeta murmured.

He was certainly back in his room. Back inside the palace, but this felt different. There wasn't an eerie glow about the landscape. This seemed real. But where was Bulma? Where was the light he had passed through? What was going on, was he back? How was that possible, he was killed?

"What do you mean he is at the palace?!" Kakarotto asked Kami Sama.

"This seems to be the spot Vegeta is thrown back to when he comes out of the rebirth plain" Kami said thinking.

"But he did succumb, I saved him. I brought him back" Bulma said.

"Yes, but regardless, he is still brought back to the same spot each time, whether he is reborn or whether he leaves himself" Kami Sama explained.

"We have to go and save him, if he is found he will be killed again!" Bulma said.

"Vegeta will become strong this time; it is his power like Kakarotto's…I have witnessed the Prince's power after an almost fatal battle." Piccolo said.

"Regardless! He needs us!" Bulma shouted.

"We will head for the palace in time Bulma, but first we must have a plan otherwise we are of no use to Vegeta" Kakarotto said placing a hand on her shoulder.

Bulma crossed her arms, he needed her. The look on Vegeta's face when she reached for him was etched in her mind forever.

*Flashback*

"Bulma, you have been brought here because I had a vision of you and how you brought Vegeta back to this plain. Have you any idea how you would do this?" Kami Sama asked.

"No, I… This is all too confusing. I'm just a girl, a peasant…" Bulma sighed.

"No, you are not of this place. You may be human but like Vegeta you too are special, even from us other Children of the Dragon. You must remember your power Bulma before he succumbs!" Kami Sama said impatient.

Bulma grunted in frustration. She didn't know of her power, how could he expect her to just realise it just because he asked her to? She thought of Vegeta, of how he looked that night in the bath. His body smooth with water. His touch on her skin made her quiver like never before. Goosebumps raised up on her arms, she felt herself slip into the memory. She remembered the feeling of his lips on hers, her prince. He was hers now and she felt her heart break all over again upon learning about his death. Yet she still felt him, his soul inside her. She reached deep inside and grabbed a hold of that feeling, the feeling of him deep inside her soul. She loved him, forever and she knew this now. It was love she felt for the prince. In all his stubbornness, his rudeness and his powerful touch. She felt dead inside without him. Like she was never herself without him, she knew without doubt he was her saviour and she, his.

Bulma started to shine bright as an aura started to pick up around her. Kami Sama's eyes widened.

"That's it Bulma, keep reaching for him. Yes he lives within you" Kami Sama urged.

Bulma closed her eyes; she could feel Vegeta's body heat in front of her. When she opened her eyes again she was reaching down toward someone's hand. She locked eyes with the person. It was Vegeta, his eyes showed shock but they also pleaded for her to grab him and pull him out of whatever hell he was in.

"Bul..ma"

The thought of him made her ache, he needed her. What kind of hell was he in? And now he was back at the palace with that monster, who Kami Sama said wasn't even their real enemy! This was crazy, all of it. Only months ago she was a lowly farm hand to her adopted family. Now she was caught up in a battle of the Gods.

But she had met Vegeta, a man she felt she knew like no other. He made her feel warm in the harshest winds. He was her protector but now he was in need of help. She had figured out how to reach to the Rebirth Plain but now she needed to reach another place.

The palace.

"We will need help to retrieve him from the palace. Kakarotto, some of the Royal Army managed to flee the Royal city and they are set up not far from here, Chichi has been keeping them hidden with her power. You will need to rally them and storm the palace to kill the exiled force!" Kami Sama said.

"You know of their location?" Kakarotto asked.

"Yes, I will be able to draw a rough map and Gohan shall go with you. But you will need to track them with your own knowledge of the land as they are in hiding" Kami Sama explained.

"Gohan… I only just got you back my son" Kakarotto said.

"Even though Mother and I were not here, I have been in training" Gohan protested to his father.

"We have been in contact with Kami Sama ever since we left the Rebirth Plain, your son is strong! Both in combat and in knowledge, I have been teaching him everything I know" Chichi added.

"You two must stay out of this battle! I will not lose you again!" Kakarotto said grabbing his wife's shoulders.

"Kakarotto, we have our own destiny. That much we know now Gohan is and always has been a part of your destiny, I knew that at his birth! How could I not after seeing your face upon seeing him for the first time? After all my protests to him learning to fight, after all the battles I had with him to study history, literature, science and math… How could he not be a part of all this? Our little boy…" Chichi said tearing up.

"Chichi… I… I only want to protect you both!" He pleaded once more.

"Father, we must all protect each other…" The young man said.

Kakarotto sighed and dropped his head. Gohan was now and adult, when he last saw his son he was only eleven and even then he was strong. Losing them broke the man's heart; he couldn't save them even though he was one of the strongest warriors. He didn't want to ever feel that helpless again.

"You have no other option now Kakarotto, their fates are decided just like yours and mine" Piccolo said to the man he had grown close to.

Kakarotto looked at the green man, they had a special bond now and he trusted Piccolo. Piccolo would be feeling just as helpless at this stage, and it was something the men would have to endure.

Kakarotto sighed and walked over to his son, he put his hand on the young man's shoulder, they were both the same height now.

"Let's go find them together son…" Kakarotto smiled.

Bulma was helping Mr Popo pack each members bag for the trip they were each taking. She looked over to Kakarotto, he and Chichi were locked in an embrace. Bulma could understand the feelings they were going through, well as much as a young woman in love could. Kakarotto and Chichi had a special bond, she could see that. It just made her even more determined to find Vegeta.

She looked over at Piccolo and Kami Sama they were standing on the edge of a railing-less balcony looking out over the land, even from where she was she could feel the dislike between the two Namekians. She wondered what it was between them that left the obvious animosity. She wondered if they were family, did Namekians even have family? She had never seen or heard of a female Namekian.

She looked back at Mr Popo who was smiling at her.

"They have known each other for a long time, it's complicated between them but not to worry" Mr Popo said.

"Have they always been like this?" She asked.

"Yes, always"

Bulma looked back down and continued to pack food and water into the packs. She couldn't take her mind off Vegeta. Was he safe?

"Goodbye Kakarotto, Don't give me a reason to have to bring you back again" Piccolo smirked.

"I am in debt to you, it will be I who does the saving next time we meet" Goku said as they stood in front of each other.

A kind of mutual respect was felt between the two they nodded and headed of in different directions. Fate would bring them back together soon. Piccolo turned to Bulma who walked beside him with a bag full of supplies. She was a tough woman this one. She was determined to find Vegeta, was it her destiny which fuelled her or her love?

"We can reach the palace in two days Bulma it will be a tough journey with few breaks. Can you handle it?" He asked.

"Yes, let us race to him like the wind" She said smiling up at the Namek.

"That's the spirit!" He said laughing.

The journey back didn't take nearly as long, they did not have injured people, young or old people to slow them down. The walk down the mountain was almost pleasant this time for Bulma, she felt her breath begin to regulate as they came closer to sea level. Piccolo held the heaviest bag, full of their food, water and cooking utensils as well as their tent. The fact that Piccolo was an eunuch made Bulma feel safe with him, although she thought even if he wasn't he would not even be the least bit interested in her. She carried bedding, clothes and a small but vital medicine and emergency kit.

They were well prepared for the journey ahead. She felt they would reach the palace in another day. This lifted Bulma's spirits slightly so she could think, if only for a moment about something other than her Prince. She felt she needed to ask Piccolo something, but she wasn't sure how to ask him.

"We have never gotten along, even when I was a young boy" Piccolo smirked as if reading her mind.

Bulma shook her head.

"You truly are gifted in reading people Piccolo…" She said.

"Your body betrayed you; you have been shuffling that bag on your shoulders for the past fifteen minutes. If you were thinking of Vegeta you would have been trying to make your legs longer and kept trying to walk faster as you have done since we left the Lookout. You also stopped doing this fifteen minutes ago" He said looking at her.

"My, that is a fine perception! Well tell me then, why do you have such hatred for Kami Sama?" She asked.

"There is no hatred, only pain from the past" He said.

"Are you two related?" She asked.

"Yes and No, We are of the same being. Who has long been forgotten" Piccolo said.

"What do you mean by that? The same being?" Bulma asked.

"Exactly that, we are one, but we are separate now" Piccolo simply said.

"I'm confused, how are you one but separate?" She asked.

"Welcome to my troubles, I myself do not know what it means. But I have always known it, felt it to be true. Kami Sama would never tell me of our linked past. That much has always been true" Piccolo simply admitted.

"That must be so confusing for you, not to know where you came from or why" She muttered.

"As it must be for you too Bulma, I suspect you are yet to find out your true origins" He said looking in front of them.

"I will just be happy when this is all over, I'm not one for adventures" Bulma said.

"That is not true! I believe you were born for adventures Bulma, it flows through your blood like a life force" He chuckled.

"Truly? You jest, me? An adventurer?" She laughed.

She let the word sit on her tongue for a minute. Adventurer? Now that did sound like a wonderful life to lead. She did always dream of a place far away while she attended to her chores.

"Perhaps all of that has happened to you was to lead you to your true fate. All this heartache and pain may have led you on an adventure!" Piccolo contemplated.

Bulma thought on it, even though she was worried about Vegeta. She must admit the past few days with Kakarotto, Piccolo, Chichi, Gohan, Kami Sama and even Mr Popo were the best few days she had ever had except for the few she shared with Vegeta. Maybe she was destined to roam the land, to never linger in one place too long.

This suited her liking.

"You may be right Piccolo! Only time will tell" She grinned.

Bulma sat with her back to the wall, Piccolo was looking over it see if the guards were changing over yet, they spent most of the night watching outside of the palace walls to see how often the guards changed over. Mastering the routine they had snuck up on the outer palace wall through the small but accessible sewers. The outer

Palace wall which they now hid behind stood 6ft off the ground. Just barely being taller than this Piccolo could see over it relatively easy and without detection too. Once inside they would have to scale the inner wall which was much shorter. Once through there, they must cross the huge court yard which use to house the Royal Armies training ground. Now most likely used by the men who invaded and took the palace by force.

"How are we to ever get past them all Piccolo?" Bulma asked anxiously.

"Don't worry I have been studying an ancient technique, one where you use your inner Ki to produce a light bright and fiercer than the sun. It's called the solar flare!" Piccolo grinned.

"And does this work?" Bulma asked.

"More or less…" Piccolo mumbled.

"More or?… Oh gracious Gods, help us!" Bulma pleaded.

Piccolo started to bend down and walk to the right, signalling Bulma to follow him they began their insane plan to enter the palace once more, except this time Bulma was going to save her Prince instead of Vegeta planning to save her.

Piccolo held up his hand and signalled Bulma to stop, she pushed her body up against the wall and looked left to right, they were deep within the palace walls. The ceiling was getting higher and the paintings were getting larger and more lavish. They were close to the main ceremony hall, the one in which Bulma stood only weeks ago, a prized offered up to a despicable man. The place where Vegeta and Bulma's lives had been torn apart. Moving more and more toward the royal chambers where Bulma said she last saw Vegeta was the only clue they had to go on.

"We are close, Vegeta must be around here somewh…" Piccolo was cut off by a huge hand around his throat.

His tall body was smashed up against the rock wall, shaking it slightly. Bulma let out a squeal, she ran to grab Piccolo but was grabbed by two soldiers. She screamed out to Piccolo as she saw him gasping for air.

"Well, what do we have here? A pair of rats scurrying into my kingdom!" Broly chuckled.

Piccolo snarled and started to summon his Ki, he was trying a solar flare and Bulma could tell by the way his aura shook, and she braced herself for the flash. Piccolo let go of the brutes arm and raised his fingers up to his face.

"Solar Flare!" He shouted as a blinding light sour out of him like the sun's rays.

The Soldiers screamed and grabbed at their eyes, Bulma was let go as the white light pierced through them and faded away. Looking up Bulma gasped. Broly still had Piccolo by the neck.

"Nice try little green man, but it will take more than that to even touch me" Broly growled.*

Bulma screamed and rushed towards Broly, she didn't know what she was going to be able to do to help Piccolo but she had to try. The look of pure determination made the Namekian look at her. His heart sank; Kami Sama had told him to protect her that she was the key to all of their destinies. Bulma reached the massive monster Saiyan and started pounding his side, hoping that by some miracle she had some power deep inside strong enough to kill the beast. But her power was not that of a fighting nature, and he attempts were futile. Broly laughed a big huge belly laugh.

"Silly Woman…" He chuckled and batted her aside like she was a doll.

He turned his attention back to the suffocating Namekian in his grip. Licking his lips with anticipation, smelling the fear coming from Piccolo was intoxicating. It soaked into his skin and sent him into a spin of ecstasy. Once last squeeze should snap the big lizards neck. But he wasn't finished with Piccolo yet, he wanted to savour the feeling just a little longer. And then he will take his turn with the blue haired female.

"Nice work Broly, very good indeed…" came a snake like voice behind them.

Broly turned around and locked eyes with Baddaku, the older Saiyan nodded and Broly saw Babidi standing to Baddaku's left. The small wrinkled yellow beetle looking wizard was rubbing his hands and softly chuckling. Baddaku looked obviously disgusted by the small creature. Something Broly didn't understand, the wizard Babidi was a pest but being disgusted was a foreign concept to the mentally insane Saiyan.

Babidi waved off Baddaku as an escort and headed over toward where Broly had Piccolo. His beady eyes had a glaze of success splashed across them.

"Yes, to think the Namekian scuttled into our lair is a sign of things to come!" Babidi threw his arms up with glee.

"You want this green slug?" Broly asked casually.

"Oh yes, very much so! He has a lot of information in that skull and I want to extract it!" Babidi sniggered.

Brolly looked back at Piccolo and sighed.

"If you must" Broly said dumping the Namekian to the floor.

"But I get the blue haired one!" He demanded as he started to walk toward Bulma.

She shrieked and started scurrying toward the wall. Pushing her body up against it as far as she could as to escape Broly's touch. Broly drew closer.

"I do like it when they struggle!" Broly hissed.

Bulma's eyes fluttered open as cold water splashed over her body, sending shivers throughout her slim body. Wearing an undergarment saved her from her body getting wet, but her dressed was soaked through which added weight to it. It mirrored her soul, weighed down but the fact that she had failed Vegeta. She had lost him; surely these demons had him as they now had her. Bulma started to cry, she wasn't able to fully accept he was gone but knowing her situation was hopeless she could do nothing else but weep.

"Silly little girl, always crying" came a growl she knew only too well.

Lifting up her gaze Bulma met a dark black gaze. She started to tremble at the sight of him. It was definitely him, there was no denying it, but something had changed. He looked darker more malicious as if he had been possessed. And a cursive 'M' now was tattooed on his forehead.

"Vegeta?" She whimpered.

A/N: Vegeta is back, but is he the same?