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Bulma's point of view is based on Evanescence's song "My Immortal". Check it out. It's a great song.

Bulma dipped her head in the cool water to soak her long tresses. Her entire body was radiate under the light of Planet Vegeta's three moons. The water rippled as she traced invisible pictures on its surface. A large firefly type bug swooped down beside Bulma to retrieve a few drops of liquid. Its wings fluttered trying to stay airborne.

Bulma moved slightly away from the creature as it caught sight of her and flew away. She swayed in the water towards a large boulder that was half submerged in the lake. Small pictures of various animals and objects were drawn across the boulder's side. One thing stood out from all the rest. Her name.

When she was young, after the King and Queen allowed her to stay in the palace, Bulma cried because nothing belonged to her alone. Young Prince Vegeta flew her out to this lake and this exact boulder. He ordered her to carve her name in the rock so she could say that the boulder was hers. Unfortunately the prince didn't think Bulma would be smart enough to know that the object was something no one else would want. He was wrong.

They argued for hours about how smart the other was. Eventually they returned to their rooms and Bulma began to cry again. After listening to the girl crying for hours young Vegeta decided to give her something to keep her quiet. He entered her room with one of his many capes in his hand. The cape practically swallowed Bulma whole, but she loved it.

Now years later she still has that cape hanging in her closet. Bulma used her finger to trace her name in the rock. A smile graced her face while she remembered the scowl on the young prince when he handed his cape to her so many years ago.

Her attention was raked away from the boulder and to a loud splash that came from behind her. She didn't have enough time to react before she was against the boulder and staring at a lustful Saiyan.

"Broly, what are you doing? Let me go," she said as she twisted her wrists trying to get loose from his grasp.

He leaned into her and breathed in the scent of vanilla on her skin. His hands roamed her body while lingering on her breasts. Bulma struggled to get away from him, but his weight was much more than hers.

"Broly, please stop," she pleaded.

He brought his lips down on hers like waves crashing against the coast. As he pulled back to look into her eyes he saw terror dancing across them. It excited him. Bulma could feel his hard length and only wanted to get away from him faster.

He finally spoke. "It is so tempting to take every bit of you right here and now," he said as he laid kisses down her neck.

Bulma was too frightened to speak, but lucky for her, she had savior in the form of a very furious prince.

"It is very likely that right here and now you will die," Vegeta said as he floated down to the top of the boulder looking down at a terrified Bulma.

"Prince Vegeta, we were just having a little fun. We will leave you to your business. Come on, Bulma," Broly pulled on her arm and she resisted.

"I don't think she wants to go any where with you. Get your disgusting hands off of her this instant or you with not have legs when I get done with you," Vegeta spat.

Rage played behind Broly's eyes, but he could not defy his Prince. He released Bulma's hand so she could back away from him. She glanced up to the top of the boulder and noticed Vegeta was offering his hand. Bulma reached for his gloved hand with her pale, shaking one. He gently pulled her up to him while she desperately tried to cover herself.

Vegeta wanted badly to touch every inch of her body, but had someone to punish for tainting her innocence. He unclasped his cape and wrapped it around her exposed body. She tried to smile sweetly at him, but he was already flying towards the retreating form of the Saiyan in question.

Prince Vegeta caught up with Broly quickly. He shot a ki blast towards him that sent the large Saiyan into the training facility's wall. Vegeta pulled the bigger man to his feet by his hair. Broly couldn't fight back or would surely be executed.

"I remember telling you years ago that she is off limits, low life. You defy my word and try to force yourself on her," he kicked Broly in the back with his knee.

Blood spewed out of Broly's mouth. "You died, Prince Vegeta. I didn't think it would matter if I had her."

Vegeta kicked him again. "She is mine in life and death. I will spare your life, but if you even look at her, I will kill you on the spot. Do you understand?"

Broly nodded as best he could with Vegeta holding his head back. After throwing the warrior to the ground Vegeta flew back to Bulma by the lake.

She had just finished pulling her dress back on when Vegeta arrived. Bulma looked upon the lake as he walked up behind her.

As he stood inches away from her he spoke. "Are you hurt, Bulma?"

She shook her head slightly. So many things she wanted to say would not come out of her mouth. She could only think of one thing to say.

"I'm not hurt physically. My heart is trying to find the missing pieces and be whole again," she spoke lightly without turning around.

Vegeta growled deep in his throat. "Your heart breaks because of that idiot? What has happened since I have been gone?" he asked as he sat on the lake's bank.

Bulma's sadness turned to boiling anger. She turned sharply to look into his eyes.

"Are you serious? I only held a friendship with Broly and now I care nothing about him. My heart belonged to one and that person died years ago. How could you do this to me?" she asked with tears spilling from her eyes.

Vegeta didn't know what to say. He had her heart for so long and never knew it.

"I wish you would just leave. The idea of you being alive lingered here," she covered her heart with her hand, "for years before I accepted the fact that you were gone. My heart cracked little by little every day and now you are here." She looked away.

"Bulma, I…" he was cut off by her hand.

"Every day I woke up wishing you were in my room lying beside me like when we were young. My dreams were shattered when I look around and see nothing. That is what I was left with when you left me. The pain of knowing that you would never come back home was so real. The feeling is still there. No amount of time can erase the feeling of losing someone you love," Bulma looked directly into Vegeta's dark depths.

"You must be a dream. They were once pleasant and now your face haunts them. All of this is someone's idea of a sick joke. Please just leave me alone," she cried. Bulma gathered her dress and started walking towards her room.

Before she could get far Vegeta grabbed her arm. He spun her into his arms.

"I'm real, Bulma. No dream is this vivid," he tried to convince her that he was not an apparition.

Bulma's gaze fell to the ground. "My dreams are always this lifelike. You touch me in all of them. I've tried very hard to prove that you are gone. You, Vegeta's spirit, are still with me, but I've been alone this entire time."

She was broken, Vegeta thought, and he was the one who caused it. Bulma pulled away from him and ran through the training facilities to the palace.

Prince Vegeta stood watching her retreating figure. How was he supposed to be in her life if she didn't want him there?

What will happen to our favorite couple now? Guess you will have to keep reading and find out! Review please.