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Chapter 12 Tears and Fears

Bulma had been a little worried at first, she didn't know if she could beat him to the dragon ball considering how much faster he was compared to her hovercraft. Even though at night she put it on autopilot so she could sleep and still drive, she still wasn't sure if she could beat him. But truthfully she needn't have worried. Vegeta may have been fifty times faster than her but he also had to stop much more often.

He had no idea that Bulma was chasing after him so he figured he could take his time. Back when he was traveling with Bulma he hadn't noticed so much when he got hungry with her constant chattering and his overall uneasiness, or at least that's what he called it, everyone else in the universe would call it lust, with her on his back. But now that he was free of her he stopped every couple hours or so to have a snack, plus he also stopped to sleep and train a little. Just because he wasn't in one place all the time that was no excuse for shirking his training sessions.

So as a result of this Bulma arrived at the last dragon ball a good two days before he did. The dragon ball was sitting peacefully on the ground. Right next to a massive swarm of red ants. It was crawling with the awful things, and if that wasn't bad enough they weren't even normal red ants, they were huge, each one was about the size of bulma's thumb. Bulma shuddered and slowly backed away, she may not have been afraid of thunderstorms, or vegeta, or all those things she was supposed to be afraid of but wasn't, but she was deathly afraid of bugs. She hated them all, even butterflies, it wasn't unusual for her to e seen chasing around the beautiful creatures with a fly swatter.

"Come on Bulma, you can do this. It's for love after all," but even with all her self- encouragement she couldn't bring herself to go any closer than thirty feet to the ball.

"Stop being a wimp Bulma! What would Vegeta say if he saw you right now?" She blinked, what a weird question. Of course he would laugh at her and call her stupid, like usual. No actually considering the current circumstances he would probably… well actually she had no idea what he would do. Would he be mad at her for following him? She honestly had no idea, he was an enigma, he was always keeping her on her toes, making her wonder what he really thought underneath his biting comments and angry silences. It was impossible to make plans with him because she had no idea how he would react; she just had to play it by ear she supposed.

Suddenly Bulma shook her head, she would figure something out. Probably. It would all work its self out somehow. Maybe. "Ugh! I'm sick of this! Bulma, just grab the goddamn ball and get it over with!" And she did.

She screamed at the top of her lungs and shook the giant ants off the dragon ball, if she had a gun she would have blasted them but she didn't so she had to settle for banging the dragon ball against a tree until all the ants either fell off or were squished.

"Okay," she sighed when she had finally calmed down, "Now that that's over, I guess I'll set up camp and wait." Suddenly a butterfly fluttered past her face and she screamed, closing her eyes and violently smacking at it.

"I HATE NATURE!!!"

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Vegeta was lost in thought while he was flying. He wasn't thinking of anything in particular, just Freiza's bloody death and Bulma. The first one he could enjoy day dreaming about but the latter. Thoughts of her had become more and more disturbing, and at least ninety percent of them involved her….well doing various things. One of the daydreams involved leather and whips, which was particularly unnerving for Vegeta. But he could easily write those daydreams off as 'damn hormones'.

It was the other ten percent of his day dreams that really bothered him, he was thinking about the time she told him about thunderstorms. He had started to wonder what she thought about other things, after that incident he had started to wonder what she thought about, well, everything. He had started to find her inane chatter interesting, he had thought he had fought it off after he went away but after seeing her again he only felt those feeling more strongly. She had changed a lot, but at the same time stayed exactly the same. Vegeta was starting to wonder if he would ever get her.

He was suddenly startled out of this thoughts by quiet giggles sounding off in his head. Vegeta balled his fists an growled angrily. Goddamn that voice!

"What is it now you damn mind rapist!?" He said and the voice broke out in a bigger fit of giggles.

"Ooh, good one Vegeta! Mind rapist! Never heard that one before, and I've been called a lot of things in my line of work. You know I can't imagine why but every person I've talked to like this seemed especially short with me." Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"Can't imagine why." He said sarcastically.

"I know right?" the voice said, not catching the sarcasm. Vegeta sighed, he was surrounded by idiots.

"Look, would you just tell me what you want? Before I blast my own head off?" The voice sighed dejectedly.

"Damn Vegeta, you don't have to be so mean about everything. Can't we just have a friendly conversation?" Vegeta looked heavenward, kami, what have I done to deserve this?

"I will seriously find a way to kill you if you keep popping up like this." Was all he said in reply.

"Everything's such a battle with you, jeez." Vegeta didn't say anything but instead sent the mind rapist images of him plundering his pink planet and eating all the women and children.

"Ugh, that's gross Vegeta, seriously. Okay fine I'll just get to the point, I was watching your soul mate a few minutes ago-"

"She's NOT my soul mate!" Vegeta interrupted and the voice sighed.

"Okay, sure, whatever. Anyway she has a wicked plan cooked up." He suddenly started giggling again and Vegeta ground his teeth.

"Just tell me already!" Vegeta yelled in his most threatening voice.

"Sorry, I can't it would ruin the surprise and I wanna see your face when you find out." With that said the voice either left or went quiet.

"What!" He screamed for the first time wishing that the voice would talk a little more.

"Damn you!" He screamed, throwing a ki blast at a tree completely obliterating it in the process. But the voice still said nothing; Vegeta had a sickening feeling in his stomach. What had the woman done now?

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Bulma had set up the capsule house and gone inside to relax, after she washed off the dragon ball first of course, just the thought of those disgusting bugs being all over it made her sick to her stomach. She had to scrub it with the strongest soap she had several times before she felt at ease.

After she had done that she had decided to take a shower and change into something prettier, for when Vegeta came. And just in case he came before she got out of the shower she took the dragon ball with her, so he couldn't steal it and take off.

She had a lot of trouble deciding what to wear but eventually decided on the blue leather dress she had worn when she was trying to seduce Yamcha, it was by far the sexiest thing in her closet and she figured she would need all the help she could get to win over the stubborn monkey prince.

Once she had changed and done her make up to her liking she pulled up a chair in front of the door, dragon ball in her lap, and waited.

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Vegeta soon found out what the mind reader had been laughing about as he landed at the place the dragon ball radar told him the dragon ball was. There stood a small round building with the Capsule Corp. logo on it, and the radar said that the dragon ball was inside.

"Oh shit." He said looking at it; thankfully the house had no windows so if he wanted to he could just fly away without her ever knowing he had come. But that was way too cowardly for him to swallow; his pride would not allow him to run away like that.

He didn't have a choice, he had to just go and face it. He groaned internally, hoping that inside was a family on a camping trip or something, but knowing that it wasn't. It was most definitely Bulma in there.

"Was this what you were giggling about earlier you insufferable slime!?" Vegeta yelled angrily in his head. The voice simply chuckled.

"Oh just wait, it gets better. You really are something you know, falling for a girl like that, anyone else would be scared shitless." Vegeta had a bad feeling about this but simply replied with;

"Hah! As if a weak human woman could ever scare me! I fear nothing!" He said forcefully. What was he waiting for? He was being a weak, he was the prince of all Saiyans for kami's sake! He wasn't afraid of pain, or death, or hate, so what was stopping him?

"Your afraid of love though," the voice supplied helpfully but vegeta ignored it and continued pumping himself up. Nothing! That's what! You're afraid of nothing.

Once again completely convinced of his brilliance, he came up to the capsule house and kicked the door open.

"Woman! I came for my Dragon Ball and you better give it to me or I'll…." Trailed off as he saw what he was looking at. She was wearing a short, low cut leather dress, covered in decorative belts with shiny buckles.

All she needs is a whip, he thought a little dazed. Once he realized what he had just thought he turned beet red and had to turn his face away from Bulma, who had now stood up and was looking at him closely.

He suddenly heard the voice in his head cackle with glee and say, "See? Told you it got better." But Vegeta ignored it, he had finally calmed down after he had seen the dragon ball she was holding.

"Give me the dragon ball woman," he said coldly and Bulma felt a chill of fear run down her spine. She quickly shook it off and tried to remember the way he looked once he saw her, she smiled a little, he was definitely attracted to her, she had nothing to worry about. Did she?

"No," she said looking at him straight in the eyes. His were so dark, full of mysteries, two black holes, like deep space. They transfixed her and she found herself walking slowly near him, he didn't move.

She kissed him lightly on the lips, and he tried to pull back, "This will not work on me twice woman!" He said, but his tail had already wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. It startled her at first but then she looked at it and smiled.

"Seems like your body is more honest than you are," she said, lightly caressing the soft furry thing wrapped around her waist. Vegeta involuntarily purred with pleasure, as soon as the sound escaped his lips he clamped his mouth shut, but Bulma had heard it and she smiled even wider.

"Stop fighting it Vegeta, you know you want to." She said, and suddenly something snapped inside him.

"Fine," he said gruffy pulling her close and kissing her deep, bulma's eyes widened with shock but then closed as she kissed him back. This was nothing like kissing Yamcha, it felt like she was on fire, she never wanted it to end.

Vegeta pushed her up against the wall and kissed her neck, and biting until her skin bruised. He was being rough but bulma didn't care, she didn't care if he even broke her bones she just knew she didn't want it to stop. But then it did.

Bulma opened her eyes to see Vegeta walking away, dragon ball in hand. Suddenly bulma was furious; he had only kissed her so he could steal the dragon ball! She screamed in anger and frustration as he walked out the door, he was not leaving her again, no way in hell!

She ran out the door to see him summoning the dragon, he turned around to look at her as she came out. "Stay where you are and don't say a word, if you come any closer I'll blast you." He has to be lying, she thought, but his eyes were completely serious.

"Vegeta! What the hell are you doing?!" The mind reader screamed in his head.

"Shut up," Vegeta said in his head, "I want her to see me destroy everything, I want her to realize who I really am."

"You fool! She already knows who you are! Why are you trying so hard to scare her away?" Vegeta didn't say anything. He didn't know why, all he knew was that she shouldn't love him, he couldn't let her.

Vegeta summoned the dragon from the dragon balls and bulma watched in silence as the dragon uncoiled into the sky. She didn't know what to do anymore, and before she knew it tears were streaming down her face, but she still didn't make a sound. How could things go so wrong?

"Vegeta," she whispered, staring at his back. He turned to look at her despite himself and regretted it immediately. He had never seen her cry before; she had always done it after he went away, because she couldn't stand to let him see her hurt like that. But now she let him see, and the tears streamed down her face. She lifted her hands up slowly and held them, cupped out to him, as if she were offering something to him.

"My soul," she said simply, smiling through her tears. Vegeta turned away.

"I don't want it." He said simply, not looking at her. Then he heard her make a sound that was between a laugh and a sob and despite his better judgment, turned to look at her again.

She still held her cupped hands out to him, but she was crying harder, the tears pouring from her eyes in a steady flow like a river.

"You already took it," she sobbed, and then bringing her hands back to rest on her chest, where her heart was she whispered. "No refunds."

Vegeta felt something inside him break and he turned away from her once again, forcing himself to look into the dragon's empty eyes. I have to do this, he thought, although he wasn't quite sure why.

Bulma watched and knew that he was never going to be hers. She had already given him her heart and soul but he was too absorbed with hate and revenge to ever take it.

"I wish that whoever made him this way was here right now so I could kill him myself!" she whispered, but her heart was screaming the words and she fell to her knees sobbing. Her heart ached, and she was so angry at everything. She had said it so quietly that even vegeta hadn'y heard her, but the dragon had.

"Your wish shall be granted," the dragon said solemnly and Vegeta stared at it wide eyed, he hadn't even said anything yet.

He heard Bulma gasp behind him and turned around just in time to see his tormentor materialize before is eyes. Vegeta for the first time in his life, had absolutely nothing running through his brain, he didn't even have words to describe what he felt, so the voice, being the helpful little thing that it was, supplied it for him.

"Oh shit."