Author's Note: The fic is about to get rather interesting as I have added a different twist to the story. Read on if you're curious and tell me what you think but if you don't like a change of story, well, you have read my fic this far, so why not just go on with it? ^_^ Happy reading!

It's been three weeks now, and all Bulma did other than moping around, was hide herself in the depths of her lab or her room. She hardly went out to see the gang anymore, nor asked about Yamcha for that matter. She just wasn't bothered with anything else other than keeping her mind occupied with the thoughts of Vegeta. She really hoped he will return, then, the least she could do is apologize to him, and see where they can go from there.

The morning sun glared through her curtains, shining into her closed eyes, irritating her sleep. She let out a groan as she pushed herself up, rubbing the sleep off her eyes in the process. She got out from the mattress and towards her private bathroom to cleanse herself from the night's sweats. She looked at herself in the mirror and noticed black bags were forming beneath her pretty blue eyes. Shaking her head with an exasperated sigh, she proceeded to take a bath.

She wore a skimpy blue denim shorts that left her ass nothing to the imagination. For her top, she simply put on a baby-blue spaghetti with a dark blue bra underneath it. She had cut her long tresses a week back, now it only flows slightly lower than her shoulders. After emerging from her room, she went to the kitchen for breakfast.

"Morning, dad," she muttered.

"Morning, dear. You look terrible." Replied Dr. Briefs, who practically had his head buried in the morning newspaper, with his favourite coffee mug in front of him, already empty and ready for refill.

"Mmm. Morning, mom," Bulma ignored his comment and scurried to her mother, giving her a peck on the cheeks which caused Mrs. Briefs to giggle. Her parents had come home the day after Vegeta left. They had found her in his room, sleeping like a lost little baby. Upon entering the house, they had noticed that the GR was gone and when they saw the tear stains on her face and her puffy eyes, they did the math themselves.

"Your father's right, dear. You look terrible, been sleeping much?"

"I slept ok," that was a blatant lie and she knew it. She hadn't been sleeping ok for three weeks since Vegeta left. In fact, she hasn't been sleeping on most nights at all.

She sighed inaudibly as she took a seat across from her father. Grabbing an empty plate, she used her fork to push several bacons and bread into it while her mother gave her a glass of orange juice to down it with. Her expression was distant as she tried to think of everything at the same time; everything except for the main subject. She was taking her first few bites when suddenly she choked on her father's next words.

"Do you know that Vegeta will be arriving in another nine hours?" said the ignorant old man who's head was still buried in the paper.

Bulma had to drink half the cup of juice before she could even breathe. Clearing her throat from the pain, she blinked her eyes at her father. How can he be so damn calm?

"W-what, dad?!" she burst out unintentionally louder than she wanted.

This time, Dr. Briefs popped his head up from the paper and stared blankly at his daughter and at the same time, he wondered what brought on that outburst.

"Didn't you know? Heh, I thought you would," he continued as he dropped his head back to the news. "Last I checked, I didn't refuel the tank fully when he came back."

"Dad! You mean you've been talking to him?"

"I meant that if he was smart enough to check the fuel tank, he will be arriving in nine hours. If he was... well, otherwise, he will be floating in mid space waiting to die."

"WHAT?! Daddeeeeeee!" she screeched as she sprung from her chair and ran out from the kitchen to the lab. "You could have told me!!!!!" and she disappeared around the corner.

Mrs. Briefs looked at her husband, her expression was still bubbly but she absolutely disagreed with what Dr. Briefs did.

"Honey, you should have told her that Vegeta knows because he called you."

"Heh, he wasn't very happy about it either. I had an earful from that boy. Angry little guy he is. Well look on the bright side, at least she looks more alive now, rather than looking like a half-dead miserable love sick puppy. Sometimes I can never understand that daughter of ours." He said, shaking his head in mild disappointment.

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Bulma was stomping her feet as she circled the transmitting console. She was redialling it countlessly, trying to get a hold of Vegeta until he decides to answer the call. Her patience was wearing thin by the seconds and she will not rest until Vegeta answers.

"C'mon c'mon! Pick up you stupid, dumb shit bastard! Doesn't he know it isn't courteous to NOT answer people when they are calling? How dumb can he—"

"You called me from a million light years away just to curse me, woman?"

Bulma stared dumbfounded at the dead box that is the transmitter like it had sprouted another head. 'Did Vegeta just talked?!'

She fumbled on several objects, causing them to fall and crash onto the floor as she reached for the console. Vegeta had answered her and she couldn't believe it. She had tried many times for the past three weeks but to no avail and this time; this time he answered! She was ecstatic yet nervous. She felt like she had lost her voice box. What if he's still angry with her? What if he didn't want to talk to her?

"Speak, Woman! I have more important things to do than waste my time answering your annoying calls."

How dare the bastard think that I'm wasting his time!

"Vegeta, are you coming back?!"

There was a long drag of silence as Vegeta wondered why the woman wishes to know if he's returning when she was the one who told him to leave.

"What's it to you?!"

"God, Vegeta can you be anymore naive than this?! There's not enough fuel for you to go around venturing in space, you have to come back!!"

"... "

"Vegeta?! Are you there?"

"Shut up, woman! Do you think that I am that stupid and not check the fuel tank? You idiotic humans only left that much fuel in the tank and don't think that I will appreciate that you had called this far to tell me just that!!"

"I-I..."

"And don't think I've forgotten that you were the one who told me to leave and now you tell me that I have to come back?! Well, tough luck because I don't have to!! Stopping at the next planet is even under consideration now than to look at your face!!"

Bulma couldn't react to those harsh words of his. How can she? He's right. She did tell him to leave, and now she's desperate for him to return. Be it for his safety or just to have him back. It didn't matter to her anymore, she just want him back with her.

"... Vegeta, I'm sor—"

"Save it, Bulma!"

With that left hanging, he shut down the communicating system entirely. She can never get a hold of him now. Bulma felt like her hopes had been crushed deliberately. He won't even want to look at her face now, how is she supposed to bring him back? He may never come back at all.

Standing in the middle of the room, Bulma can't help it but to stare blindly at the console which is the only object that separates Vegeta and her at this point. She didn't dare call him back because she didn't want to anger him any further and also because she knew it wouldn't get through. If she knew Vegeta, he must have already blast the poor thing into pieces the moment he cut the call. On top of that, his tone has been really cold towards her until she was left speechless.

"There's no productivity by just standing, dear."

"Mmm? Oh... hi, daddy."

"Any luck calling our prince?"

"He's not our prince, dad!" she retorted, fists clenched at her sides as she stomped towards the exit of the lab. "He's a prince alright. Prince of all Assholes!!" and she's out of the room, leaving a confused old man nibbling at his kitten with his fingers.

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Bulma didn't know why she even bothered to hang around the veranda. Probably hoping for Vegeta to actually go against his words and finally return back to earth. She knew that she shouldn't put her hopes so high up, especially when it came to him, but as always, and especially when it comes to him, she can't help it. She always had this tendency to care for him when no one else does, or to worry about him when he doesn't need it. It just makes her feel better; knowing in the least that somebody is there for him because the whole time, 'Nobody was.'

She looked into her garden as she frowned at the indifference of everyone that knew Vegeta as a heartless, obnoxious, insufferable, honourless—

She sighed at that word. She really shouldn't have called him that then he might not have chosen to leave even when she said to. Leaning her head against the wall, she looked into the evening sky. The sky was already darkening, thus the stars are already shining brightly with the moon drowning in the middle of it. When had the moon reappeared, she didn't know.

As she looked on, one particular star was burning brightly in the middle. She squint her eyes as she tried to confirm if it's a far off planet or perhaps a meteor. It was neither. She stared deeper, now walking into the middle of the garden. Then it burst, sending bright sparks in the dark background.

"No way..." her eyes widened as she could not believe that it was a spaceship. Feeling a sudden jolt of happiness drumming in her heart, she continued to stare at the falling object that was approaching closer and closer to Capsule Co—

"It is. It's Vegeta!" she screamed in glee as she ran to the large backyard where the GR used to be. She had to cover her face with her arms when the capsule descended. The impact was rough and wild it almost sent her flying backwards into the house. The legs of the spaceship hissed, protruding from the bottom, gently supporting the body of the machine before it hits the ground.

Bulma look towards the door which stayed close. She waited for a minute or two, although it felt like years to her, the door finally opened with an even louder hiss. She stood about ten metres away from the door as her heart raced to see the man who was emerging slowly out from it. Her eyes widened in surprise as she finally set her eyes on the man that she was hoping to meet for weeks.

A small smile crept to her face, but she wouldn't dare show it. When Vegeta finally appeared from the smoke and stopped short on the lawn just after the foot of the ram, she walked timidly towards him.

She tried to look at him in the eyes, but he wouldn't let her. Instead he turned half of his body around and extended a hand towards the ship as if he was helping a—

Bulma's eyes traced from his hands to the other being that was walking down from the ram. She was an alien, Bulma could tell and she was dead gorgeous! Bulma couldn't help but to gape at the alien as she extended her hand and Vegeta... Vegeta took it into his and she placed it on his arm! The alien female was as tall as her and had long and bright blue tresses which flowed down to her hips and as she walks they sway along with her. She was wearing a sleeveless navy blue trimmed dress that flows all the way to her feet, completed with a pair of midnight blue heels. Her skin was fair and smooth as it glows beautifully under the earth's evening sun and moon. In other words, at a simple glance she looks just like Bulma, the only way to differentiate the both of them are their ears. Bulma's ears are rounded and smoothly sculptured where as the alien's ears are pointed at the tip; a rather typical alien's ears that the earthlings had always imagined.

Her nose was tall and slender, which complimented the contours of her face. Her lips were red ruby and oh-so luscious, Bulma's envy was rising higher by the seconds. Her eyes were cat-like which holds the same oceanic blue as Bulma's, giving her an almost intimidating aura and expression but at the same time they oozed sex appeal. Yet, it was another feature that separates Bulma and the female alien. Bulma had to cover her dragging mouth as the alien stood next to the prince and turned to look at her. Her appearance alone made Bulma looked like she's nothing special compared to the exotic goddess before her. God, Bulma felt so intimidated and small right now and it didn't help much that her hands were placed firmly on Vegeta's arm.

"Spoken much, earthling?"

Bulma's narrowed her eyes and glared at the prince. 'That had to be the first thing he spews when he see me.' Bulma frowned as she cursed at him mentally.

Author's Note: Don't hate me! . I told you it was twisted! Or not... but no matter. I wouldn't let you guys hang at the edge of a cliff. Will be updating super soon! Remember to review~! ^_^