Oh yeah. I've been loving these chapters. This one makes me happy in so many ways. I am probably gonna take a break for a few days after I put this chapter out. I wanted to get to this point so I could reformulate my ideas for what's to come.

I wanted to specify that this is not going to be a lemon fic, despite the rating. It will imply sex, and will at some point include some very graphic violence.

Anyway, it looks as if I have picked up a few more readers! Excellent! You all make me feel special, really. I hope you guys enjoy the new chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters.

Chapter Ten

Bulma stood frozen in the middle of the living room, her mind swarming with conflicting thoughts. She felt angry, betrayed, and most of all, this feeling of hatred took her. Hatred for him. Something she had never felt before.

"H—How could you?!" She hissed towards her father, hands curling into fists in defense. "What the hell made you think I wanted to see him? How could you just invite him here without asking me?" She shouted, her face etched with anger.

"Now now, dear. I understand he was less than honorable towards you last time you encountered him, but you need to calm down." He said, moving over to place a hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "He's an adult, so are you. He seemed generally concerned for you and sincere in his request to apologize to you for the things he said and did. The least you can do is hear him out."

Bulma relaxed at her father's touch, but could not shake the horrible gut-wrenching feeling that took her. "Father, I just... He hurt me, he's hurt me more times than I can count at this point. I don't know if I can forgive him." She had become suddenly so docile. Her father had that effect on her, destroying her will to object his request.

"People make mistakes, love. They learn from them too.. You need to think about your future. How long do you intend to drift through this world alone? Do you not want a family someday? A husband? You cannot keep getting offended over trifles."

Trifles? Is that what he thought of the things Yamcha had done? She felt a twinge of pain in her core at his words. They stung her, but she felt absolutely powerless to stop him. "I.. Of course I do, father, but do you honestly think that he's the marrying type? I've asked myself that question a thousand times before... But I don't think he is, I don't think I can..."

He squeezed his daughter's shoulder comfortingly, and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek. "The least you can do is hear him out. Maybe he's changed. You at least owe the young man that much. You were with him for so long." He released her shoulder, and smiled warmly. "Let him speak his peace, and if you still feel that way, tell him in earnest. What's the worst that can happen?" With that, he departed, heading off towards his room.

Vegeta had been there the whole time. He had followed her downstairs, but had waited at the base of the stairs, listening to the entire conversation. The mention of that weakling caused him to scowl, almost tempted to rip the doctor's tongue out for even uttering the boy's name.

While he had been pleased that Bulma seemed to object to the weakling, he was disappointed when she caved so easily, even if she did seem intent on letting the scarred one down. If I were her, I'd agree for the sole purpose of breaking every limb in his body, and drenching the yard in his blood.

Bulma stood quietly for a long time, waiting for anything or anyone to break her from this trance. It had been Bunny who had done so, drawing her daughter into a warm, comforting hug. "Oh don't worry dear, your father is just looking out for you. He loves you, and he's afraid of you being alone or unhappy, that's all." She patted the small of her daughter's back before pulling away. "Just be strong, ok? Don't let that young man push you into something you don't want to do. You're stronger than that, you hear me?"

Not once in her life had Bulma heard her mother speak to her in such a serious manner. She'd always been supportive, but never so knowing. "Mom..? Are you ok? I thought I heard you arguing earlier and--" She was cut off.

"No matter what happens, Bulma, Trunks and I love you. We always have, and don't you forget that. We are only worried about you. You were sick so often as a child, and you got through it every time stronger than before." She smiled cheerfully, and offered her daughter an open box of chocolates. Where the hell had those come from?

Bulma blinked at the sudden change of subject to chocolate, but happily plucked one out that she was delighted to find was filled with caramel, and nearly purred at the explosion of flavor as her tongue crushed it against the roof of her mouth. "Mmm.. Momma, you're the best, you know that?" She admitted, settling down on the couch, with Bunny following suit.

"I try!" Bunny chirped, holding up a couple of Bulma's favorite movies. Bulma had brightened significantly at the sight of it.

She knew Vegeta was There. No matter how quiet and swift he had been, somehow, she knew he was there, even though she had not once looked back to check. "We're about to watch films you hate, Vegeta. Fair warning." She said plainly.

Bulma seemed shocked, and turned around to find a very surly Saiya-jin standing in the threshold. "Oh my." She stated. She hadn't even heard him enter! How long had he been there, and for that matter, how had Bulma known he was there? Not that it mattered, Vegeta simply scoffed at them, and stalked back up the stairs to his room.

The two of them spent much of the night watching movies, eating chocolate, and drinking overly fruity beverages, until Bulma had completely passed out on the couch. Bunny covered her with a blanket, placed a kiss on her daughter's temple, and headed off to bed. Tomorrow was going to be interesting.

There were clear signs that this was going to be a bad day. There was no sun out today, having been covered by ominous gray clouds, threatening a storm to come. The wind whistled and whizzed at a much stronger rate than was normal for this region of the planet, and every one of Bunny's pets had decided to hibernate in whatever little holes or homes they had made for themselves within the indoor garden.

The fact that Bulma had awakened to a very loud crash-sound from the kitchen was unpleasant enough, but the familiar intense pain that thrummed through her skull, all the way down her spine was just the cherry on the shit sundae. It was overwhelming, and she couldn't quite see straight.

Slowly, Bulma lifted herself off the couch, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders as she dragged herself into the kitchen to see what the source of the sound was. Apparently, one of the cats had knocked her favorite mug off the counter, shattering it. Bunny was knelt on the floor, picking up the pieces quietly. So much for her attempt at having a cup of coffee ready for Bulma, right?

One.

Something seemed off about Bulma, even she knew it. She could feel it. Something was very wrong, and it was discerning. "My favorite mug.." She said in a completely neutral tone, as if she really didn't care. She couldn't figure out if she did or not.

"Oh I'm so sorry sweetheart!" Bunny exclaimed, tossing the porcelain shards into the trash, before continuing. "The new cat just hasn't learned not to go on the counter yet. Here, I'll fix you a cup of coffee, why don't you sit down? Breakfast is going to be soon."

It was like she was in a dream, none of this was real, but it felt as normal as any other day. What was this horrible feeling she had? No, not the pain she felt, it was something different, and it hung in the air, thick and disgusting, and turned her stomach. She could smell it, but what was it?

She sat quietly in her chair as she waited for breakfast. She hadn't even noticed when her father came in, let alone Vegeta, until the food had been set on the table. It was like she was going through the motions of a normal life. She filled her plate, not realizing exactly how much food she had actually put there, and ate it quietly, not even hearing the comments coming from her father or her mother.

"Oh my dear, you must have been starving!" Her mother said observantly, sipping contentedly at her orange juice in the meantime.

"Yes, her appetite has certainly been.. Abnormal... She apparently hardly ate while she was at the office. Her body is compensating." Dr. Briefs stated, studying Bulma quizzically from around the side of his newspaper.

Even Vegeta had taken note of her, and seemed visibly unsettled by something. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he could smell it on her. She had an emotion that he couldn't place. Was it pain? Well, maybe somewhat, but there was something more there, and it caused his stomach to twist in anxiety.

Something bad was going to happen today.

She had said nothing about her migraine. She didn't want them to know. No tests today, no medications. She didn't want to deal with any of it. She just finished her breakfast, and excused herself with a mumble, before quietly retreating to the security of her room.

She showered, changed, and put as much effort into her beautification ritual as she possibly could, somewhat disappointed that she didn't look any different than she normally did. She didn't know why it upset her, but something was missing, and as a result, she felt incomplete. She felt ugly.

She tugged her arms into her white lab coat, not bothering to button it as she left her room, and moved silently down into the laboratory. After a brief greeting to her father, she found herself buried purposefully into a mountain of blueprints yet to be finished.

This was about the only time that she didn't seem to be irritable. She had tried to be at least somewhat civil to the assistants and new technicians that occasionally entered her sanctum, somewhat pleased that she hadn't completely scared them away. The last thing she needed was for her subordinates to refuse to be around her, then she'd never get anything done.

"Uhm.. Miss Briefs.." A tentative voice spoke through the opening in the door to the room she was currently in. Bulma looked up from what she had been working on, a single brow rising as she did so.

"There's … There's a problem with the Gravity Chamber." He said.. He was one of the new scientists that her father had hired to replace the gaps left when the others were promoted.. "I-- Dr. Briefs had asked me to perform a test on the reactor levels.." He was so hesitant, and he was stuttering. "B-but I.. I'm so sorry, it's all my fault!"

She snapped. "Out with it!" She said sharply, a low growl emanating from her, and she hadn't even noticed it.

The scientist jumped, and hung his head. "I accidentally overloaded it. It threw out some of the capacitors on the inside.. And.. And now it cannot go beyond 500 G's."

She twitched noticeably.

Two.

The scientist trembled at the glare his superior sent him, and immediately fled the room.

Bulma had honestly been surprised that it had not been Vegeta whom had come to tell her of this turn of events, but her answer came as she left her seat, and moved to the door, pulling it open. There he stood, leaning against the opposing wall, and staring at the bumbling scientist as he fled. Apparently, he had forced the young newcomer to tell his superior what he had done himself, which would certainly explain his initial fear.

Vegeta regarded her appearance with little more than a glance, before quietly following behind the woman as she headed up the stairs and out of the compound, to the machine that sat in the front yard.

Neither of them spoke. For whatever reason, Vegeta knew there was something wrong, and seemed too involved with trying to figure out what it was to actually goad her. Besides, this seemed the entirely wrong time to do so. He had seen her temper first hand the last few days, and he didn't want to be on the wrong end of it right now. Not that he was scared, but he was just not in the mood. As long as she was complying with the need for repairs on his Gravity Chamber, he was going to show her that much respect.

She worked in silence, not even caring that the grumpy saiya-jin stood nearby, watching her like some sort of piece of meat. Her face was contorted in concentration, irritation, and confusion. It didn't look as if she was entirely all there.

It was only just as she was finishing the last of the repairs that the communication screen in the chamber flickered on.

"Bulma dear, your guest is here, and it's almost lunch time. Why don't you two come out of there and join us?" Dr. Briefs stated. On the screen behind her father, Bulma could see her mother sitting on the couch next to Yamcha, whom was wearing a very well-tailored blue suit, a bouquet of flowers set on the table in front of them.

At least he's nice enough to bring me flowers.. She sighed inwardly. "Alright, I'm on my way. I'm done here anyway." She commented flatly, before closing the panel she had been working behind, before standing upright. She turned to Vegeta, and finally addressed him. "Something doesn't feel right. … I... don't feel right.."

She said nothing else, merely exiting the chamber, not realizing that the Prince followed, right into the kitchen, and into the living room.

Her head was pounding, and each beat shot down her spine, to every last extension of her body. As soon as she entered the room, she stopped, and was almost knocked over by a very unpleasant stench. It smelled awful, and she couldn't place it. It was a mix of different scents that she was unfamiliar with, and it took her a moment to regain her composure, before she moved the rest of the way into the room.

"Hey there babe!' Yamcha exclaimed, standing from his spot on the couch, the flowers in tow. He walked over to Bulma, holding out the flowers for her to take.

She took the flowers, and simply set them down on the small table next to her, mumbling a thank you that did not seem at all sincere. Whatever that smell was, it got stronger the closer Yamcha got, and her mind struggled to wrap itself around it.

"Why are you here, Yamcha?" She asked bluntly, finally looking him in the eye.

He seemed startled a moment, not necessarily by her question, but by the rather glacial expression she was giving him. He had never seen an emotion like that on her face before. "Wow, babe. You look different.." That wasn't exactly a good way to start. "I uh.. Well.." He looked around tentatively, kind of uncomfortable talking with Vegeta standing nearby, and her parents listening intently.

"Whatever you've got to say, I'm sure you aren't afraid to say in front of my family and friends." She insisted.

"Right.. Well.. I've been doing a lot of thinking and.. I'm really sorry.. I feel terrible for the position I put you in, you know?" he paused.. "I let the wrong part of me dictate what was really important, and what's important to me is you." He fished around in his pocket, and withdrew a small blue velveteen box.

Dr. Briefs smiled knowingly, and Bunny simply remained quiet. Vegeta seemed absolutely unaffected, but that was completely untrue. He was studying Bulma, waiting for a response. His entire being wanted to lunge at the weakling and tear him limb from limb. He had no right... But he would wait to see what the woman did first. He knew what he was doing based off of all the worthless human movies he'd observed in the past.

She turned up her nose slightly as his words. She knew what was coming, and every second that passed, she got closer to figuring out what that horrible stench was that was coming from him.

The young man got down on one knee, and opened the box, revealing a dazzling diamond ring. "Bulma, every moment we've had together is important to me. You are the most important thing in the world to me, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please, tell me you'll have me as your husband.."

Three.

It smells like.... Her eyes grew wide in realization. "You.." She said in a low, threatening tone..

"Uh.. babe?" He quivered slightly at the sound of her voice.. "What's wrong, Bulma?" His voice broke slightly.

"You are a dirty, horrible liar, Yamcha!" She spat, pushing his offering away. Her eyes narrowed and she sneered in indignation towards him.

"Wh-What are you talking about?" He questioned, not altogether sure how to react to her sudden animosity towards him.

"You speak of me being important, but you're a liar. You always have been! How many women were you with last night, or this morning, huh?"

Everyone in the room, Vegeta included, seemed stunned.

"None! What makes you think-"

"DO NOT LIE TO ME! I can smell sex on you. I can smell their cheap perfume!" She shouted suddenly, her hands clenching so tightly that her nails drew blood in her palms.

"What are you talking about, Bulma? Look at me! My hair is wet! I just got out of the shower! There's no way I--"

"I said stop lying, you treacherous little whelp!" There was a growl that had started the second she had realized what that smell was. "I can smell it. I can see the truth in it now. I'm not important to you! Tell the truth!"

Vegeta was stunned. There was no way, no way she could smell that, but from the look on her face, the way her nose scrunched when she had first entered the room, she had picked up the scent. It was as strong to her as it had been for him. Sure, he was used to the smell, so he no longer reacted to it.. But her..

I don't understand.. How could..

"FINE! I admit it, okay? You would never give it up to me, so I found it elsewhere, and they were probably a lot better at it than you!" He blurted, almost surprised at his response.

They were shouting amongst each other now. Yamcha had begun to move back slowly, and Bulma had leaned forward slightly, her features curled into a threatening scowl.

There was something in her expression that he had never seen before in her. Never in a human. Never because it wasn't possible. It was the beast. The beast that clawed at him at times, the one that every single saiya-jin fought with, the very same beast that struck fear in the hearts of many creatures before they met their doom. The beast that only showed it's real form in the light of a full moon. The Oozaru.

It was in her eyes, her eyes that were once a brilliant blue had lost their color to a dark onyx, eventually fading until there was nothing but the whites of her eyes left... And even then, it was semi-luminescent.

He looked quickly over to Bunny and her husband. Dr. Briefs looked downright terrified, as if he was no longer looking at his daughter... Bunny on the other hand was staring at vegeta, her expression telling more than words could.

The truth reared it's ugly head, and his mind warped back to everything Bunny and Dr. Briefs had said:

"You know, Mister Vegeta, Bulma used to a lot eat more! She was such an active girl when she was younger!"

…....

"Whenever she gets worked up like this she usually isn't feeling well the next day, but oh it's good to see her so spirited again!"

…...

"She's been like this ever since she was a baby.."

…..

"Oh dear, do you think she's having that kind of trouble again?"

…...

"Oh! You didn't know, did you? Poor Bulma was born with a horrible birth defect! She had to have surgery at such a young age. I did tell you she has migraines, right? Poor thing.."

…...

"My Bulma... She gets rather violent."

…...

"Her outburst managed to help our data."

Every little growl, every motion she had made, every time she reacted in such a familiar instinctive manner, right down to her unknowing attempt to appease him, or impress him with her strength. Even the potent, beautiful scent she produced all fell together. It felt like his world had slowed down all of a sudden.

She was not human. She never had been, and she didn't even know it. They had been lying to her, both of them, her so-called 'parents; and even now she struggled with her inner beast, the one that had obviously been suppressed for the entirety of her life. He felt pain for her, he felt the anger she should be feeling towards the two who should never have hid the truth from their progeny. His kin.

"YOU!" He shouted suddenly towards Dr. Briefs, who stiffened suddenly. "What have you done?!" He barked, demanding the answers he already knew.

All the while, Yamcha and Bulma still argued nearby.

"You're not worth all of this, Bulma! Look at you! That monster did this to you, didn't he?!" Yamcha pointed to Vegeta.

Her head was pounding, her spine burned with such intensity that she couldn't even think. Her hands grasped her skull as a means to desperately stop it from throbbing. Never before had she felt pain of this caliber. Never had it hurt this badly. The words Yamcha spoke rang in her ears, and it was like a light switch. The worst thing he could possibly say.

Something snapped inside of her. Like a rabid dog who had broken it's chain. It was so sudden that everyone in the room fell quiet, stunned by what occurred next. Her ki level spiked, not just a little bit like it normally did, it damn near exploded. It was nowhere near the level of Vegeta and definitely nowhere near the Super Saiya-jin status of Goku, but Yamcha paled in comparison to it. It had such force that the glass in the room broke, and the ground shook. She had let out a feral roar, before charging towards Yamcha at a speed none thought she was capable of.

She hit him much like a football player would, driving him out the door, further further until he slammed into the incredibly thick, tall cement wall that surrounded the compound outside. The portion of the wall he hit crumbled as she brought him to the ground. Again and again she roared, fists slamming into his face as he struggled like a wounded animal, thrashing, covering his face, anything to protect himself from her rage.

Vegeta dragged Dr. Briefs outside to watch the result of his mistake, and Bunny followed suit in silence as they watched in horror.

"SCREAM!" She barked, a sickening crack sounding as she so easily snapped his leg, a blood-curdling scream coming from the weakling.

"AGAIN!" SNAP! His other leg followed, and another scream followed. There was blood all over the lawn. His blood splashed about as she pounded her fist into his face, his chest, his stomach, and he was powerless to stop her.

"Please!" Bunny finally cried out, tears pouring from her eyes as she reached out to touch Vegeta's Bicep. "Please stop her! Please!" She pleaded.

He didn't know why he listened. He should have let her have her revenge, he should let her take out her rage on the treacherous weakling, but something about Bunny's cries had made him feel a twinge of sympathy.. He appeared behind the woman, and used his strong arms to hook both of her arms in restraint.

She thrashed and roared, her face, her clothes, her lab coat nearly soaked in the young mans' blood.

Goku had been there in seconds after the sudden ki spike. Instant transmission was an incredible ability, after all, and had been expecting Vegeta to be the perpetrator of the crime he saw before him.

Yamcha was nearly a boneless pulp, barely clinging to life, and there was Bulma, looking much like a feral beast, barely restrained by the Prince himself.

Vegeta shouted. "Kakkarot, if you value the weakling's life, you will get him out of here, NOW!" he ordered, watching as the bumbling fool grabbed onto the bloodied friend of his, put two fingers to his forehead, and simply dematerialize before him.

When she saw Yamcha vanish, she let out another roar, obviously enraged by the fact that her vengeance had been taken from her. Vegeta struggled only somewhat with her in his arms.

"Onna. ONNA! Calm down! Listen to me! Listen to my voice! ONNA!" He knew it was no good. She was beyond the point of listening, and he couldn't blame her.

Pop!

The sound came from behind the two of them, and Bulma stiffened suddenly, thrashing a few more moments before very quickly beginning to fall limp. Vegeta only then noticed the dart that was now sticking out of her arm.

He looked behind him to find Dr. Briefs with a now unloaded gun, which had obviously been used to project the sedative into the woman. It was probably the one smart thing the man had done all day.

As he felt the woman calm, he turned her about in his arms to look at her. She looked to be falling asleep, but the rage had drained from her expression. She looked up at Vegeta, almost frightened. She still didn't understand. Her head lulled, and rested against his chest. It was then that he felt it.. The small, furry appendage that peeked out from underneath her lab coat, and had been wrapped around his leg the whole time he had held her.. As she lost her consciousness, it was losing it's grip, and he quietly gathered her up in his arms, and brought her inside, depositing her carefully onto the couch, leaving the crumbled wall and blood-soaked lawn in his wake.

She felt her world spinning around her. There were muffled voices.. She could feel a hand gently stroking her cheek. She kept her eyes shut as she struggled to focus on the words being spoken.

"Should we remove it? It's dangerous for her to have it, isn't it? That's why we removed it when she was a baby." A male voice spoke, she knew it was her fathers'.

"That's not fair, dear, she wasn't given a choice then." Her mothers' voice came from close by. She had to have been the one who was touching her.

"You've already brought her enough shame, human. You will not touch her tail." Vegeta's voice followed, a threateningly low growl erupting from his chest. He sounded furious, but quiet, like he was trying so hard not to explode.

Tail? What? She struggled to recount the events that had transpired. Did she remember them? First she came out of the labs.. And.. Wait.. Yes.. She remembered all of it. She remembered the myriad of emotions that had hit her.. She remembered the horrible pain, she remembered the rage she felt, and the sickening satisfaction she got out of nearly ending Yamcha's miserable life. But a tail?

She felt something different. Something seemed much different.. And she felt it twitch as she thought. It reacted to her emotions, and it was hers. It was soft, it was furry, and although in her normal mind she would be afraid at the idea of having it, it made her feel complete... And they were contemplating removing it? Did she want it gone? It felt so different to have it, the pain was gone, the discomfort was gone, and she relished in the feel of it as it swayed and twitched about, an appendage that had been given life, and was happy to be there.

"He's right." She said suddenly, finally rubbing her eyes enough to allow them to open, pushing herself up so she could sit upright. "You will not be touching it." She looked conflicted, unsettled, and somewhat angry.

Dr. Briefs looked somewhat shocked, and Bunny touched Bulma's hand tentatively.

Vegeta had been standing behind the couch, arms crossed, with a rather guarded expression. He had stood watch by her the entire time she had been out, like a loyal guard. He spoke slowly, and threateningly. "You will now tell her the truth. You will show her everything, and tell her everything. There will be no more lies, or you will pay for all the years you made her suffer."

Author's note: Oh noes! The full explanation will be next time.