Chapter 21 – Promises, Bonds and Oaths

"You mentioned something about an oath earlier…" Bulma mentioned quietly to Bardock as they walked through the hallways of headquarters.

It was their turn for night duty and whilst they usually did it on their own and on different parts of headquarters, this time, Bulma wanted to find out more about Saiyans and their laws. After finding out that Nappa was unbelievably strict when it came to the Saiyan Laws, Bulma wanted to know exactly what they were and whether or not Vegeta had accidentally broken any. The last thing she wanted to do was cause any trouble for him.

"What about them?" Bardock asked as they turned another corner.

She shrugged. "I was just wondering what they were, you know? I get the basics of it, but I'm not too familiar with Saiyan oaths."

"At one point in their life, every Saiyan would or will have made at least one oath." Bardock told her, keeping his eyes forward. "King Vegeta, along with the Queen and their sons, all made an oath to protect their race and die for it if need be."

Bulma's eyes widened, "Sons… as in, more than one?"

Bardock nodded once. "Prince Vegeta is the older of the two. His younger brother, Prince Tarble, was sent off planet because of his inability to fight."

"A Saiyan who can't fight," Bulma looked thoughtful, but she was just genuinely shocked.

"It wasn't that Prince Tarble couldn't fight, it was that he wouldn't. He didn't like causing harm to others therefore King Vegeta thought it would be a risk to keep him on Vegeta-sei. Nobody but the King and a selected few knew what planet Prince Tarble was sent to and nobody has heard from the young Prince ever since."

Bulma looked to the ground. So there was another Saiyan still alive? She shook the thoughts from her head as she turned back to Bardock. "You said that every Saiyan makes at least one oath in their life… so does that mean you, Kakarot and Turles have also made one?"

He nodded again. Something flashed in his eyes as he spoke, but it was gone too quickly for Bulma to be able to tell what it was. "I made an oath to protect my pack. Turles made an oath to do whatever he can to help bring down the Cold Empire and avenge our race…"

"What about Kakarot's oath?" Bulma pushed, seeing that Bardock seemed a little uncomfortable speaking of his son's oath.

Bardock sighed and turned his head to look at her. "Kakarot made an oath to protect you."

"Me?" Bulma stuttered as her eyes widened.

"Yes." Bardock frowned, turning away again. "Whilst our oaths were simply vows, Kakarot made an oath that is similar to Nappa's. No matter what the cost or how it is done, Nappa will protect Prince Vegeta like Kakarot protects you. At first, Turles and I thought that perhaps he would make vows like we did but it turned out that Kakarot swore to protect you with a blood ritual."

She couldn't speak or think. Hell, Bulma was surprised that she could even walk. Her legs felt like they were going to give out at any second! "What's a blood ritual?" She managed to choke out after a moment of silence.

"A blood ritual is ancient." Bardock rubbed his eyes, appearing much older than he actually was for a moment. "How Kakarot found out about it when he lost his memory about his Saiyan heritage, we never figured that out. Even Turles and I don't know a lot about it. All we do know is that it is serious and not something to be taken lightly. The ritual somehow connects you both and Kakarot can feel your pain as though it is his own. When you're in trouble, his body will act before he even realises what is happening. If he has to die to save you, then he would do it without even thinking about it or the consequences of his actions."

"Why?" Bulma whispered as tears started to form in her eyes.

By now, they were in the docking station where they would stay for the next hour or so until it was time to check the hallways again. Bulma sat down on one of the chairs, feeling as though she was completely numb.

Bardock sighed again. "I don't know." He answered honestly. "That is something you would have to ask him about yourself. All I know is that you both have a powerful bond that – as far as I can tell – can't be broken. The ritual leaves a small, yet easily seen if you know where to look, symbol on the wrist of the person who completed it. When I first saw the mark, I didn't know how to act or what to say. I was simply in shock." Bardock shook his head. "Turles lost it and called Kakarot every name under the sun and he took it all without complaint, however as soon as Turles mentioned something about you, Kakarot immediately defended you. From what little we know of, you can only do the blood ritual once in your lifetime due to the risks."

Her head was spinning and her voice sounded hoarse as she spoke. "What are the risks?"

"Like I said earlier, you are both somehow connected and your pain will automatically become his pain." Bardock sighed again as he turned to face Bulma with a careful expression. As he continued his explanation of the blood ritual, Bulma started to feel even worse.

A sob tore from her throat as Bulma dropped her head into her hands and her entire body shook as Bardock's words sank in. How could he do this to her? How could he put her in this position? What about his family? They would hate her even more than what they already do for doing this! "Is there any way that the ritual can be broken?" Bulma lifted her head and looked into Bardock's eyes desperately but her hope died when she saw him slowly shake his head. She closed her eyes. "How old was he when he did it?"

Bardock once again sighed as he sat leaned against the table and folded his arms over his chest. "Kakarot was ten years old."

More tears fell from Bulma's eyes as her blood ran cold. Why would a ten year old boy make such a powerful oath? She looked up at the ceiling and mentally screamed at whoever was listening. Was there really a God? If there was, why would He allow a ten year old boy to do such things? "Why would he do that for me?" Bulma whispered. "Why would a ten year old boy do that for anyone?"

The Saiyan shrugged. "I don't know how Kakarot's mind works or how your bond works. You would have to ask him why he did such a thing, but Bulma, do not be angry with him. I'm sure he has a perfectly good explanation as to why he did it."

Bulma clenched both her teeth and fists. Don't be angry with him? How could she not be? Kakarot had more or less put his life into her hands and didn't even tell her about it! But now that she knew about his ritual, a lot of things seemed so much clearer to her now. Why he was able to pick up on her moods so easily, why he seemed to be able to hear or smell her from so far away, why he was overly possessive and protective of her… it all made Bulma's head hurt. Did he even know of the risks when he did the ritual?

Her shoulders started to shake as more tears came and Bardock placed a hand on her shoulder in an act of comfort.

Would he regret doing the ritual now that he had a family? Bulma bit her lip to try and fight back her sobs. Had he even told his family about his oath to protect her? Was Chi-Chi aware of the ritual? Did Kakarot regret completing the ritual now because of her illness? It certainly made things a lot more dangerous. Her heart squeezed against her chest as it became difficult to breathe, making her clutch at it as her eyes widened and her breathing came in short, painful pants. It felt like the room was spinning and she could faintly hear Bardock yelling at her but she couldn't make out what he was saying. Bulma raised her trembling free hand to stop her fall as she collapsed against the floor but it wasn't needed.

She looked up at Bardock as he led her down on the ground and saw that his eyes were as wide as hers as he spoke quickly to her. What he was saying, Bulma still couldn't make out because of a strange ringing in her ears.

After a couple of minutes, though, the sight of Bardock breathing calmly was enough to calm her slightly as her breathing became more controlled and the ringing started to dull. The room still appeared to be spinning and there was still a painful feeling in her chest but it all seemed to disappear as she closed her eyes and blacked out.

Bardock watched as she closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief that it was only a panic attack. For a moment, he thought she may have been having a heart attack but thankfully, that wasn't the case.

Only a couple of seconds passed before Kakarot burst into the room looking wide eyed and frightened. His eyes widened even more at the sight of Bulma lying on the floor and he was quick to appear by her side and move the hair away from her face, looking up at his father with questioning eyes.

The older Saiyan sighed for what felt like the millionth time that day. "It was only a panic attack."

"What caused it?" Kakarot demanded looking back down at Bulma.

"I'm not sure. I think it may be something to do with her bipolar." He lied with a shrug. "I'll look into it when she wakes up."

He didn't want to worry Kakarot about what he had told Bulma. It was something that they had to talk about together and in private. Bardock sighed once again as he watched Kakarot walk over to one of the many supply closets and grab a couple of blankets. It worried Bardock to no end at how protective and possessive his son was of Bulma. He continued to silently watch as Kakarot rolled up one of the blankets and placed it under her head whilst covering her with another.

"Will she be okay?" Kakarot asked quietly.

"Yes." Bardock nodded. "You should go back to Chi-Chi, Kakarot. I'm sure she's wondering where her mate disappeared to at half two in the morning."

Kakarot looked torn as he looked from the door and back to Bulma.

Once again, Bardock sighed. "You know that I will protect Bulma, Kakarot. Now go. That's an order."

"Yes, sir." Kakarot nodded once before giving Bulma one last glance and leaving the room.

She was angry. No, no she was more than angry, she was livid.

Bulma stormed down the hallways and towards the training rooms. She had just spent the better half of the morning being questioned about what happened and then wasted a good half an hour trying to find Kakarot. It showed how blinded by her angry she was because the training rooms should have been the first place that she checked for him at this time of day, but she instead went to the cafeteria.

The doors slammed against the walls as Bulma stormed into the Saiyans' training room with fire in her eyes and her clenched fists trembling. Even she had to admit that she looked pretty scary. The entire walk down to the training rooms, everyone stayed out of her way and close to the walls whilst she stormed down the hallways.

"Kakarot!" She growled loudly. Her clenched fists tightened at just the sound of his name. How she was going to react when she saw him, Bulma didn't even know.

She walked further into the large room and saw that all of the Saiyans were present. They eyed her somewhat warily as they sensed her anger and deadly aura and Vegeta found himself almost feeling sorry for Kakarot. Whatever he had done sure had pissed her off. The Saiyan Prince smirked as he folded his arms over his chest and decided to watch the show.

As soon as she saw Kakarot and stood with only a couple of inches between them, Bulma punched him in the face with as much strength as she could muster. Before he fell to the ground with shock, Bulma grabbed a hold of his shirt and lifted him so that they were eye to eye. Her eyes spat fire at him and her grip tightened as she searched his eyes.

"Do you have anything that you wish to tell me?" She spoke through clenched teeth.

Kakarot raised his hand and scratched the back of his head as he chuckled nervously. "What are you talking about, Bulma? You know I tell you everything!"

"Liar!" Bulma yelled as she pushed him away and quickly grabbed his wrist.

Her eyes started to sting when she found the mark that Bardock had told her about. It was in the shape of the Vegeta-sei symbol that Bulma had seen quite a few times. She looked from the symbol and up to Kakarot's guilty yet somehow guarded eyes and out of the corner of her eye, she saw everyone tense and look shocked.

"Bulma-" Kakarot started to speak but was silenced when Bulma pushed his hand away from her like he had a disease.

She took a few steps back and shook her head. "Why?" She whispered and closed her eyes. "Why would you do something like that?"

"What's going on?" Raditz questioned as he looked between his brother and Bulma. What did his wrist have to do with it? What had he missed?

"He did a blood ritual!" Bulma screamed angrily, making all of them wince because of her volume and pitch.

Raditz frowned. "What's a blood ritual?" Why did he feel like he was the only one who didn't know?

Nappa surprised them all as he stepped forward and looked at Kakarot's wrist. With a sound of disgust, he shoved the wrist away and then showed the rest of them his own. "Raditz, you know of the oath I made to protect Prince Vegeta?"

"Yes… but what does that have…" His sentence trailed off as realization dawned on him. Raditz looked from his father and Turles, to Kakarot and Bulma, his eyes widening as they locked onto his brother's wrist.

"The oath I made was ancient and is more of a blood ritual than an oath. The blood ritual connects the one who is making the ritual to the person who they wish to protect." Nappa then looked to Kakarot and Bulma and shook his head. "By the looks of that mark, you did the ritual almost a decade ago, around the same time that I did it."

Kakarot furrowed his brows and nodded, refusing to make eye contact with Bulma.

Nappa then sighed. "Do you have any idea what the risks are to the ritual?"

He nodded once again and chose to remain silent, which only added to Bulma's anger but instead of lashing out and hitting him, tears started to sting her eyes before they fell down her cheeks. She lowered her head to the ground as her lip started to tremble and she had to bite it to try and keep it still whilst her entire body shook as she tried her best to hold back her sobs.

"What are the risks?" Raditz asked although he wasn't even sure that he wanted to know.

This time, it was Vegeta who spoke up as he unfolded his arms from over his chest and even looked a little more open than usual. "His body will act of its own accord and will do whatever it has to do to protect her. If he has to give his life to protect the woman, then he will. Also, when she dies, Kakarot will die with her."

Bulma's eyes started to spit fire once again when she looked at Kakarot. "The least that you could do is look at me!" She screamed at him so loudly that her voice cracked and wavered.

"What do you want me to say?" Kakarot yelled right back at her.

He surprised everyone with his tone of voice but Bulma just shook her head sadly. She had so many questions that she wanted to ask him but it didn't seem like she would get the answers that she wanted. "I thought we were a team." Bulma said softly as tears continued to silently slip down her cheeks. "We were always so honest with each other. Kakarot, if you kept this from me, what else have you been hiding? How do I know that any of the feelings you ever felt for me were true? Your father… Turles… my parents… they all said that we have a powerful bond and now I know why." She bit her lip so hard that it looked as though it was about to start bleeding.

Kakarot shook his head, looking at her almost desperately. "It isn't like that, Bulma. I did it so that I can always protect you and make you happy."

Her eyes snapped to his face. "Make me happy? Do you have any idea what it feels like to know that when you die, your death will be the cause of someone else's, someone who you care about? I feel as though I can't even die without it being trouble. You have no idea how that feels!"

Vegeta's eyebrows twitched slightly but his face remained empty. He knew exactly what that felt like but kept silent as he watched the third class and Bulma.

Bulma searched Kakarot's eyes when she saw that he didn't know what to say. She ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head again. Bulma could feel a headache forming and she closed her eyes to try and calm herself. "Kakarot…" She whispered so softly that even the Saiyans strained to hear her. "Is there any way to reverse the ritual?"

Kakarot growled. "I don't want to reverse it! Even if there was a way, I wouldn't do it! Your life means too much to me Bulma and I'm not going to let you die when there's something I can do to prevent it. It's no secret that I'm not that smart but with this ritual, it helps me protect you when I can't think of any way to do so."

"You don't understand!" Bulma screeched in his face.

"What is there to not understand?" Kakarot yelled right back.

Her eyes narrowed once again at his tone and she wasn't the only one to disapprove of his tone of voice. Bardock, Raditz and even Vegeta glared at Kakarot, a silent warning clear in their eyes.

Nappa rolled his eyes. "Even if Bulma dies of a natural death, you will also die."

"I know that." Kakarot said in a much calmer voice.

Bulma's eyes widened. "Then why?" She yelled at him. "Why would you still do the ritual when you know that? Humans don't live as long as Saiyans! We get old and sick and damn it, Kakarot, why would you do something like this?"

If he even showed what he had been feeling, Vegeta's face would have completely emptied of all emotion at her statement. He was grateful that he had refolded his arms earlier as his fists clenched tightly. What was this strange feeling in his chest? Why didn't he like the sound of her life span being shorter than his own? Why didn't he like the idea of her getting old or sick?

Kakarot sighed. "Bulma, I don't care about the difference between human and Saiyan life spans."

She dropped to her knees and put her head into her hands. Why was he doing this to her? Why did he have to do that stupid, stupid ritual? Her heart clenched the same way it had the night before and her breath came in pants as a sob tore from her throat.

"Calm down, Bulma." Bardock warned her. "Getting worked up over something you can't change won't help."

Before anyone could even see it coming, Bulma shot forward and tackled Kakarot to the ground, her beautiful features twisting into an angry scowl as she pinned him to the floor and grabbed his face in her hand. "Tell me how to reverse the ritual." She said through clenched teeth.

"No." Kakarot growled, seeming unfazed with how her fingers and nails were digging into his face.

Her grip tightened as her glare intensified. "Tell me!" She screamed hysterically in his face.

Just as she was about to hit him, Bulma was dragged off of Kakarot. She looked up at Raditz with angry eyes as she tried to break the hold but it was no use.

"Bulma, calm down." Raditz frowned, slightly annoyed that he had to tighten his hold. "You're not the only one who doesn't like this."

"You aren't the one who can't even die peacefully! Even on my deathbed I'll be feeling guilty because I'll know that somebody will be losing a father and a husband." She relaxed in Raditz's arms as she allowed the guilt to consume her. "Does Chi-Chi even know?"

Kakarot shook his head as he climbed to his feet.

Bulma closed her eyes in defeat and shook her head with disappointment. "I will never forgive you for this." She spoke softly before stomping down on Raditz's foot, elbowing him in the stomach and leaving the room the moment he released her.

Her mother had always been such an open minded person and no matter what the situation, she always tried her best to remain positive. Bulma admired her mother's strength. Even though she was bipolar and may not be strong physically, Mrs Briefs was strong emotionally. She had always been there to pick up the pieces. Whenever Bulma needed a shoulder to cry on or some advice, she was always there. At the moment, Bulma had her head rested on Mrs Briefs's shoulder and just cried. There was just so much guilt weighing on her heart and mind that it made her feel weak because there was nothing she could do about it. The way her mother was stroking Bulma's hair and saying things will be okay gave Bulma the sort of comfort that only a mother could give.

"I just… I don't know… why…" Bulma whispered between sobs.

Her sides, chest and throat were all aching from her sobbing and her headache from earlier had only gotten worse.

"Kakarot cares about you, sweetie." Mrs Briefs said softly as she rubbed Bulma's back. "And he wants to do everything that is within his power to keep you safe, we all do."

That didn't stop her crying though; it only made her feel worse. "He has a family, mom. He shouldn't be going out of his way just for me."

Mrs Briefs gently pushed her daughter away before cupping her face and looking her in the eye, wiping away her tears with her thumbs as she spoke, "Bulma, no matter what, Kakarot will always care for you. He may have Chi-Chi now, but I can see in his eyes that he still loves you. Nothing will ever change that because you both have been through so much together."

Bulma shook her head despite the surprisingly strong hold her mother had. "No, it was the ritual that made him think that he was in love with me, that's why he fell for Chi-Chi so easily when he apparently loved me." Bulma closed her eyes tightly. "His feelings for me in that way have never been true."

"You're wrong." Mrs Briefs whispered gently with a smile. "If Kakarot didn't love you, he wouldn't have done the ritual in the first place."

She was once again pulled into a tight hug and continued her crying.

Bulma had skipped dinner; she just wanted to be alone. She just felt so confused about everything.

Today, she had learned about something that made her mind feel as though it was tearing into pieces as well as her heart and world. They all knew about the ritual, including her parents. They all knew, yet no one thought about telling her. What was she supposed to do with that? Finding out that you had been lied to by the people who had sworn to protect and love you was painful. For ten years, they had all looked her in the eye and lied to her face.

After crying until there were no more tears, Bulma had found out from her mother that both she and her father knew about the ritual. It felt like somebody had pulled the rug out from underneath her. Her parents… the people who had brought her into this world… they had lied to her. They had kept something as big as this to themselves. After she had been told, Bulma had to leave the room.

It angered her.

When all of her tears had been cried, anger took over sadness. How dare they lie to her? How dare they keep something like this to themselves? Did she honestly come across to them as pathetic and weak? Bulma gripped a tight hold of the table she was sat at.

How could they do this to her?

Bulma snarled as her eyes stayed fixed on her hands. Did they think she was some sort of weakling? Did they really think that she needed protecting so much that they had to go as far as a ritual? Her grip on the table tightened even more before she stood up and threw it against the wall, causing it to break into two.

Did they really think she was that pathetic?

Her eyes scanned the room until they fell onto her dishes. One by one, Bulma threw each and every one of them at the door, wall and anywhere else that she deemed fit. She looked at her 'fancy' dishes that she had received as a gift before throwing those too. Bulma didn't care what she threw. She was in the mood for destruction.

All of them… every single one of them had lied to her face.

Bulma growled through her panting as she charged across the room and threw her television onto the floor. Next were her DVDs and video games. Like the dishes, they were all thrown one by one. She didn't care where they landed or what happened to them. When there were too many to throw, she dragged her arms across the many shelves and watched as they all fell to the ground.

His feelings weren't true. None of it was true.

As she picked up the photo frames around her living room, her hands trembled. Her mother had always taken pictures of each little moment in Bulma's life. The first was of her and Kakarot on the first day Bulma started training. The others were all sneakily taken photographs, some of the two playing video games, some of Bulma with the Saiyans, some of her with her parents. They were all pictures of her growing up but now when she looked at them, all Bulma could see was a little girl growing up with strangers. When she had done smashing the frames, she tore the pictures in half.

They didn't truly love her… Kakarot didn't truly love her.

She screamed as she picked up her sofa and threw it at her door with the coffee table following it, making it crack under the assault. All of the memories of them together now seemed fake to Bulma. None of them mattered to her anymore. His touch, his kisses, the night they had made love… it was all a lie. A knock on her door went unheard as she continued to trash her room and destroy her belongings, growling and screaming as she did and it wasn't until the knocking turned into banging that Bulma heard it. Growling with annoyance, she shoved the sofa and broken coffee table out of the way and all but ripped open her door to glare at whoever dared to interrupt her.

"What do you want?"

"Just please listen to me." Kakarot begged as he tried to look into her room. "Can I come in?"

Bulma leaned against the door and motioned with her head for him to enter and Kakarot's eyes widened at the state of her room. Everything seemed to be broken… just like Bulma. He turned around to say something but at the same time, Bulma left the room and shut the door behind her, locking it so that he couldn't follow her. She ran as fast as she could through the hallways of headquarters. Bulma wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she knew that she had to destroy something. There was so much anger inside of her that Bulma thought she was going to explode.

She didn't even realise where she was headed until she saw it.

Her ship, her baby… but it wasn't her baby anymore. It was just a ship that held memories Bulma would rather forget. She had grown up on that ship; she had matured into who she was today. Did that mean that the person who she was is also a lie? Bulma narrowed her eyes at the ship, memories of her time building it with Bardock and her father flashing before her eyes as well as the memories of her time with Kakarot.

Not even realising what she was doing, Bulma clenched her fist tightly and charged towards the ship. As her fist connected with the front and largest window, she let out a loud, broken yell. She didn't understand the relief she felt as she repeatedly punched her ship and tore it apart from the outside. All she did know was that it felt good. No, it felt amazing. She didn't notice her small audience of innocent bystanders as they watched with frightened eyes and she also didn't notice when they called for her parents and Bardock to come to the docking station immediately, as she was too caught up in tearing her precious ship apart.

Her knuckles were split and bleeding and there were small lacerations on her arms and face from where the glass had smashed, but again, she didn't care. Bulma ripped the door to the ship off of its hinges, listening as it slammed against the ground and then entered the ship. Her pants for breath turned into growls as she blasted anything that held any memories into dust.

The first thing to go was Kakarot's bed.

It sounded distant, but Bulma was certain that she could hear her mother's screams for her to stop but she didn't listen as she tore frames from the walls and turned rooms upside down.

They lied to her. They had all lied to her and made her out to be some kind of idiot. Now, she didn't even know who she was. Was she just some sad, little messed up girl who was living the role they picked out for her? Bulma closed her eyes tightly and shook her head. No. She would not be controlled or tamed.

There was more shouting and screaming but again, Bulma ignored them all.

She stormed into the controls room and raised her hand and blasted the machine, a small smirk playing along her lips as the major controls were all damaged and started to release thick, black smoke.

Another smirked came to her face as she thought of a way to show them that they couldn't control her and, acting on that thought, Bulma quickly left the ship to see that she had gained the attention of at least a quarter of the Rebellion Army. She could see her so called friends and family all standing with wide, pleading eyes but she merely looked at them with disgust before spinning around and raising her hand but just as she was about to blast the ship, a hand wrapped tightly around her wrist.

"Stop it." Vegeta demanded as his grip tightened.

It was enough to stop the ki from gathering and in response Bulma's eyes darted up to his as she growled. Was he on their side too? The only light in her dark… was he also trying to control her? Her brows furrowed but Bulma forced herself to stand her ground. She was not going to cry in front of any of these people ever again.

Trying to use her speed to her advantage, Bulma quickly lifted her free arm up but again, just as she was about to blast the ship, another hand caught her wrist. She looked up to see that Vegeta was now directly in front of her and blocking her view of the ship.

"Get out of my way!" She warned through clenched teeth.

Vegeta growled at her tone of voice and in response, Bulma growled right back at him, refusing to be intimidated or controlled. His grip on her wrists tightened as she straightened her back in an attempt to seem taller and moved her feet so that they were shoulder width apart, eyes looking up to his as she glared at him defiantly.

"Get the hell out of my way, Vegeta." Bulma repeated.

"Make me."

Bulma smirked at his challenge and raised her leg to kick him in the side. Just as he went to block her leg with his own, Bulma head butted him in the chest. As the air was knocked out of his lungs, she was disappointed to find that his grip had not loosened and his body barely even moved. Bulma's smirk disappeared as her eyes narrowed. With all the strength she could muster, Bulma started to bend her arms and they shook from the strain. Just when Vegeta thought that she was about to attack, Bulma pushed her chest against his, making sure he could feel all of her as she whispered something in his ear that made him blush.

The smirk returned as the grip loosened and Bulma was quick to break out of the hold but as she went to move around Vegeta and towards the ship, he grabbed her waist and threw her backwards. Using her hand and heels, Bulma managed to slow herself down before she crashed into the wall.

Behind her, she could hear her mother's frantic screams for her to stop but she simply ignored them. She ignored everyone as she charged towards Vegeta with a smirk on her face.

A/N - I'M BACK!

Thank you to those who wished me luck with my move - it's been great and we all really like it here.

I was so excited about getting this chapter out. Also, you all now know why Kakarot seems so possessive of Bulma! I kind of feel sorry for her, I always seem to give her a hard time in my fics.

AH WELL.

Oh, I won't be able to update 'Battle of the Empires' today because it won't even open the document. FML. But, because of that, I might update this fic again later tonight when I come home. My mother seems to think I don't spend enough time in the outside world. Silly woman. So, if you want me to update again when I come home, you better review and tell me ;-) Na, just kidding. I'll probably update anyways but feel free to still leave a review.

So anyways, from this chapter on it, shit goes down.

Preview for the next chapter:

She hadn't even gotten her sight back when she felt two arms from behind lock under her armpits and restricted her movements. Bulma could tell by the scent that it was Vegeta and she could also tell that he wasn't happy with her. Bulma smirked. Perhaps she would be known as the human girl who actually managed to land a blow on the Saiyan Prince.

However her victory was short lived as Vegeta lowered his lips to her ear. "I think we should stop before I end up taking you here in front of all these people."

Bulma's eyes widened as a blush crept to her cheeks. She had to force her body not to relax into his because she knew that she wouldn't be able to resist him. Bulma growled, earning a growl from Vegeta to which she turned her head to the side and smirked at him.

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