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Justice

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As an ex-thief, Bulma knew her way around sneaking past security and breaking into any building she wanted. As a technical genius, inherited from her father and her grandfather, she could cancel out or disengage any security system, regardless of who had made the software. Breaking and entering one of Vegeta's homes had proved easier than any other she had encountered before, but she had pegged him as a light sleeper. He was laying in his bed, sleeping like the sexy specimen of a man that he was, and he hadn't stirred once since she had snuck into his room. How careless of him.

Anyone could just sneak into his room and slit his throat. Good thing she hadn't come to see him to kill him.

Well, not just anyone could sneak in because there weren't many people who could call themselves a genius and back up their claim. She slowly pulled off her black body-suit and the black cap that had been holding in the long tresses of her hair before crawling onto the bed and straddling him. He woke with a start but did not move because he felt something cold and sharp pressed to his throat.

"Move and inch and I will slit your throat," she said softly, in a deathly whisper.

"Woman, what the hell are you doing?" he rasped.

"Taking control from you," Bulma replied.

His body relaxed and he gazed up at her, watching her long hair fall over her shoulders and onto his chest as she leaned forward so that they were nose to nose. How the hell had she gotten past his security system?

Bulma smirked and gave him a haughty look. "You're asking yourself how I got in here?" she asked. He made a noise of agreement, but did not move seeing as the knife was still tightly at his throat. "Did you forget that I was once a thief and that my father has trained me to work with any computer system that's being invented?"

"Then I believe that I will have to find another security system," he said quietly. "So… how were you planning on taking control from me?" he asked quietly, moving his hands up her thighs. The knife tightened.

"I told you not to move," she said very slowly.

"I'm not exactly a fan of pain during sex, but if that's what gets you off, then fine," he said before flipping them over and pushing her arms over her head. She was holding the knife tightly, so tight her knuckles were white, but was not struggling to get free.

"I'm not here for sex, you pompous beast," she said as his body slid between her thighs. He was only wearing boxers and she was in a pair of tight shorts and a bra, but the contact was very intimate.

"Why are you here then?" he asked as his lips lowered to her neck and he began to kiss her skin.

Bulma let out a long sigh and tried to keep her train of thought. "I have a very dirty way for you to get rid of Tamara. Something that will not only get her off your back, but will leave her without a single cent of the money that she so desperately wants," she whispered as he pried her hand open and took the knife, placing it on the nightstand next to his bed.

Vegeta chuckled and ran his hands over as much of her body as he could. "Tell me," he murmured, but when she parted her lips, his mouth descended on hers. She wasn't able to get many words to come out of her mouth after that.

………………

Vegeta sr. looked through his stocks and tried to ignore his brother, who was at the moment pacing the far end of his office and smoking a cigar. The bald man had been on edge for a few days and it was getting irritating.

"What is troubling you?" asked Vegeta.

Nappa grunted. "Only the fact that the little blue-haired bitch is still alive? Add to that the fact that she has more money and power in one finger than I do in my entire hand, and she has two brats she spawned from yours. She's untouchable right now and I want so very much to wring her pretty little neck with my own hands," he growled.

"You're right, you can't hurt her. My son would then kill you in a very slow and painful way. The boy is obsessed with her and there's nothing I can do about it," said the dark-haired man.

"What about her brats—"

"Don't even think about it," Vegeta said slowly. "Though I may not agree with the choice of mother for them, they are my grandchildren and I do not want to see them hurt or in danger. If you touch a hair on their heads, I will kill you myself."

Nappa sneered. "She has you under her control as well? Where is your backbone, Vegeta?" he asked tauntingly.

"Right where it's supposed to be. That's my final decision. I don't want the children hurt. Am I clear?"

Nappa nodded reluctantly. "Fine. But when the time comes to take out the shrew, I trust you will not back down?"

"Of course I will not. But for the moment, she is no threat to us. She knows nothing," said Vegeta.

"I am willing to bet all that I have on the fact that she is digging around for information on us. Sooner or later she will find something from some loose end you left unchecked," Nappa said.

Vegeta shook his head. "I've been underground since before Vegeta was born. Why do you think no one has ever found anything out about me? Do you really think I was careless enough to leave loose ends? Please Nappa, you forget who you are talking to." He gave the older man a cool look. "Besides, she knows much more about you and she hasn't said a thing. Why do you think that is?"

Nappa scowled. "She's blackmailing me into staying away from her. But she doesn't have proof of the things I did to her all those years ago. Without proof, she can't do a thing."

"If I recall correctly, she's had her guards soften you up twice already. I think she's being kind. She could've had you killed or worse," Vegeta said.

"I know that she's planning something and I'm telling you that we need to find out what it is before she does something to damage us," Nappa said.

"Do what you must, but don't kill her or harm the children. If she's going to do something against us, it's best that we be ready for her. Just stay away from her while we're at the office. We don't want to raise any suspicions," Vegeta said.

Nappa just grunted. Some time soon he would have the little bitch struggling for her life in his arms.

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It was funny how the days and weeks seemed to fly by for Bulma. The last time she had been with Vegeta had been about a month and-a-half ago, when she had told him about her plan to get back at Tamara and leaving her without any money at all. As for their daughter, the girl would get the necessary money she needed each month for her nursery, and things strictly for her. Food, toys, and clothes were separate from the amount Vegeta would give her each month.

All of those little details had been specified in the papers Tamara had signed just a week after Bulma had told Vegeta about her plan. All they were awaiting on was the verdict from the judge that Bulma had asked to take care of the case as a personal favor.

At the thought of how Tamara would react, Bulma giggled in glee, taking a sip of the smoothie that had just been delivered to her. There was a knock at her door and she was still stifling some giggles when Vegeta walked into his office with a folder in his hands. He looked smug as he handed it over to her and Bulma took it, reading the papers that were inside. Her eyes grew impossibly wide.

"Already? Oh, my!" she said standing up. "Then let me be the first person to congratulate you on being single again," she said, shaking his hand.

Vegeta pulled her around her desk and into his arms. "I'm not single. I thought you said you were willing to give me a chance," he muttered before trying to kiss her.

Bulma moved away from his touch and shook her head. "I said I would think about it. First you have to show me that you really want to be with me," she said softly.

Something on her hand caught his eye and he pulled her knuckles towards his face. "Why are you still wearing the old man's engagement ring?" he asked darkly.

Bulma cleared her throat and tried to draw her hand away. "I happen to like the ring."

"Are you still with him?" Vegeta growled, shaking her a little when she didn't answer.

"Maybe?" She replied in the form of a question.

He released her and stepped back. "What the hell are you playing at?"

"I'm not playing at anything. I just told you that you need to give me a good reason to break up with Gero so that I can be with you," Bulma said, leaning her hip against her desk. She noticed the look on his face and sighed. "You aren't always going to get your way, Vegeta. This time, we'll do things my way."

"You've always gotten your way. Since that first time we were ever together on the cruise, I tried to give you what you wanted," he snapped.

"And do you remember how that ended? With you not believing me and then throwing me out of your house!" she snapped angrily, blue eyes alight with anger at the memories of their unpleasant past.

"That's the past. You can't keep bringing back things that happened years ago. Not if you truly want us to ever be happy again. Once you get some sense into that thick head of yours, let me know," he snapped.

"Vegeta?" Bulma called before he was out the door. He stopped but didn't turn. "When are you telling Tamara about the divorce?"

He shrugged. "Whenever I see her. If you see her before I do, feel free to tell her yourself and to gloat," he said before leaving.

Bulma smiled evilly. She wished with all her heart that Tamara would come by, but she knew that the other woman would never show her face around here. Maybe she would just have to wait until Vegeta told her.

Life was finally being fair to her.

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Later that evening, Bulma found that she had forgotten her laptop at the office and she was in dire need of it because of some reports her father had asked her to look over and then compare. So she had to make the trip back to the office. "If you'd like, I can go get it and come back," said Zarbon.

She shook her head as they stepped out of the car. "I have my laptop wired to shock anyone who tries to take it that isn't me. The shock won't kill a person, but it may cause burns if they hold on too long," Bulma said.

"Interesting," her guard murmured.

"I'll just be a few minutes while I grab my computer and we're gone," Bulma said as they walked out of the silent elevator and toward her office. They both stopped when they heard voices on the other side of the hall. "I wonder who's here at this hour. The office was closed twenty minutes ago," she muttered as they slowly walked towards the office that happened to belong to Vegeta's father. That's when she heard an annoyingly familiar voice speaking loudly.

"He divorced me behind my back, Vegeta!" Tamara was screeching at the older Vegeta. "I will not just walk away from this without a fight!"

"You signed the papers blindly, you fool. You're supposed to read everything that you have to sign!" Vegeta snapped in irritation. "These papers say that you refused to accept any of the money he was offering to give you."

"I would've never done that," she spat. "You have to help me, Vegeta. If you don't, then you know what I am capable of doing."

"If you talk, we'll both go down for your stupidity. No one needs to know that we have a child in common. Have you even stopped to think how this will harm her? Do you even care?" Vegeta asked her with a sneer.

"Of course I care! She's my daughter! But Vegeta barely pays any attention to her since the blue-haired bitch came back into the picture with her two little bastards," Tamara growled angrily.

Bulma clenched her fists and refrained herself from barging into the office. They could hear cursing coming from Nappa's office and Bulma motioned for her and Zarbon to leave. She had just been privy to some very interesting news and she knew exactly how she was going to use it.

They left the office as quietly as they had come.

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Bulma was pacing her office the next day when Duke walked in and gave her a strange look. "What's wrong with you?" he asked.

She sighed heavily. "I found out something very disturbing last night. And aside from that I'm waiting for your sister to arrive. Shit is going to hit the fan today and I want to be out of the way when it happens. But that's not possible because a lot of that shit is surrounding me today."

Duke snorted in amusement. "What did you find out last night?"

"Swear to me that you won't tell a soul and you won't go to your father to cuss him out. I don't want anyone to know that we know."

"Okay, I swear. I won't tell a living soul what you're about to tell me," Duke said with a teasing grin.

Bulma nodded. "I came back to the office yesterday because I forgot my laptop. Your father and Tamara were here in his office and I happened to overhear that…… that Tamara's daughter isn't your niece."

"Shit. I knew it! But…… the kid looks like Vegeta, and why did you make me swear not to say anything to my old man?" he asked.

"That's the other part. The little girl isn't your niece, but… but she is your sister," Bulma said softly.

Duke only stared at her for a long moment, trying very hard to snap out of the stupor he was in. The girl was… she was his sister? "That can't be true," he muttered.

"I heard your father say it himself," she said.

"What did my father say himself?" A new voice asked from the door.

Bulma and Duke looked over to see Sacoda standing there, a huge smile on her face. She ran over to them and hugged them both tightly. "How have you been?" Duke asked his sister.

"Just great. I managed to convince my dear husband to give me a quiet divorce. He didn't want to be with me either so we parted on friendly terms and he was even kind enough to give me a great sum from his fortune. He wanted me to be okay."

"It's so great to see you again. Where are you going to be staying now that you're back?" Bulma asked her.

Sacoda shrugged. "I was hoping that you would be able to help me with that. Do you think I can stay with you for a few days? I need to find an apartment," she said.

Bulma grinned. "You can stay in my house as long as you want. That way you get to spend time with the twins."

"Look, I have my lawyers here with me so that we can sign the necessary paperwork today. I don't want anything to do with my father anymore, so I am willing to get this done as soon as possible," Sacoda said.

Duke sighed. "Are you sure you want to sign away your company shares?"

Sacoda nodded. "I have come to hate our father more than anything on this world. He made my life a living hell and forced me into a marriage with a man that I didn't love. He'll have a minor heart attack when he finds out who the new owner is going to be, but I don't care."

Bulma nodded and smiled evilly. "Okay, go ahead and bring them in and let me give my lawyer a call. He should be here by now," she said.

As they waited, Sacoda's eyes fell on a young man who had just arrived to give Bulma some papers she had left at home. He was tall and slim, with long black hair and ice-blue eyes. He was handsome and mysterious looking. His eyes met hers and she swore that they flashed with interest. She smiled as he stepped towards her and took her hand in his, placing a kiss over her knuckles.

"I am 17 Gero, soon to be Bulma's step-son," he said in a cool voice. "Who are you?"

"I'm Sacoda Ouji. Vegeta's little sister. It's nice to meet you, 17."

"Same here," he said, catching Bulma's eye and giving her a wink.

Bulma just smiled and rolled her eyes. She was still a little worried at Duke's reaction, but it was understandable. He had found out that his father had cheated on his mother with his brother's wife. So many twists and to make matters worse, he had an illegitimate sister that he had thought was his niece. Vegeta sr. and Nappa would soon get what was coming to them.

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"I'm here, what the hell do you want?" spat Tamara as she walked into Bulma's office during everyone's lunch hour.

Bulma sat back at her desk and gave the woman a dark look. She had sent her guards to lunch, and the whore had arrived early. So she had just sent a message to Piccolo that they had to cut their lunch short for today. Just in case. "It has come to my attention that you're divorced. I'm sorry to hear that," she said sarcastically.

Tamara glared at her. "You bitch. You probably had something to do with it, didn't you? Just know that I won't let Vegeta get away with this. I will sue him for all he's worth because he tricked me into signing something and that's illegal."

"Really?" Bulma asked, blue eyes lit with amusement. "No one is stupid enough to sign a paper without reading it; except for you that is. I called you here because there's something important we need to discuss. We need to come to some agreement."

Tamara scowled. "An agreement? You and I? Please. Regarding what?"

Bulma stood and walked over to the other woman so that they were face to face. "I want you to leave your divorce alone. Don't ask for money, don't fight Vegeta for anything. Your daughter will be taken care of, and that's all that matters."

"What?!" Tamara screeched. "You have to be kidding me! Who the hell do you think you are, asking that of me? You know nothing of my life and I am not about to let him walk away without giving me a cent."

The blue-haired woman smiled evilly. "Either you let this be, or I will take matters into my own hands."

"What's that supposed to mean? Are you threatening me, you gold digging whore?" Tamara sneered.

Bulma let out an abrupt laugh. "You—you are calling me a gold digging whore?" she asked before bursting into amused laughter. "That's rich!"

"Don't you dare laugh at me!" Tamara yelled, hauling back and sending her hand to Bulma's face.

She caught the hand before it hit her face, though, and she shoved the other woman back. "Lay a hand on me and I will tear out your hair and knock out your teeth," Bulma said calmly. "Now, as I was saying, either back off, or I will tell Vegeta and his mother that your daughter isn't who they think she is," she said quietly.

Tamara's eyes widened but she tried to play it off. "I don't know what you're talking about. You're just making all these things up," she said, voice shaking only slightly.

"Really?" Bulma asked slyly. "You didn't know that your daughter's father is Vegeta sr. and not Vegeta? Wow, then this must be a shock to you, finding out like this," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"That's a lie!" Tamara yelled before launching herself at Bulma, catching her off guard. Then all hell broke loose and slaps and punches went flying. Their screams could be heard all through the outside hall, but no one was there yet. At least no one would willingly help Bulma and separate the two women from clawing each other's eyes out.

They were so engrossed in hair pulling and slapping each other, they didn't hear the door open and the person slip inside like a dark shadow. All Bulma knew was that a large hand slipped into her hair and jerked her back roughly, making her cry out in pain.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" asked Nappa as his hand left her hair and circled her neck before he slammed her onto her own desk.

Bulma let out a grunt of pain and tried to free herself from the giant man, but at that moment, flashes from her past made her freeze and she felt like a child again. No, no, this couldn't be happening. Not now. She couldn't let those memories resurface when her life was on the line this way. But she couldn't help going limp under him, and the damned tears that sprung to her eyes. Her eyes were on his as he leered at her and she couldn't get free.

"This feels like déjà vu," he said with a dark smile. "Do you remember me sweetheart? Are those memories still with you? Maybe I'll have a go at you here, in front of Vegeta's ex-wife. It was foolish of you to send your guards to lunch while I was still in the building. You're not so tough with them gone, are you?"

She spat in his face and winced when his hand connected with her cheek hard enough to make her teeth rattle. Bulma could vaguely hear Tamara coughing, still on the floor, but she didn't matter at the moment. His eyes were intent on her and he didn't see one of her hands feeling around for anything she could used against him. Then her hand touched something cool, and she grabbed it without a thought, sending the pitcher of water straight at Nappa's head.

He grunted with the impact, the glass shattering on his head and breaking his skin, making blood stream out and down his face. She snapped out of her stupor and slammed her booted feet into his knee expertly, popping the bone out of place and sending the big man to one knee. Then she slammed her fist into his face. "Don't you dare touch me again!" she yelled at him.

But Tamara took the chance to attack her, sending Bulma flying into the bookcase, head first. She grunted with the impact but opened her eyes in time to see her guards move into the scene. Piccolo grabbing a hold of Tamara while Zarbon slammed his fist into Nappa's nose.

"Call the cops," Bulma said to Piccolo as she stood slowly, her fingers touching her forehead and coming back with blood. "Guess what I'm gonna do now, Nappa?" she asked him with a dark smile. "I'm gonna file an assault report on you and Tamara, and I will have a restraining order placed on you both. You attacked me first, after all."

"You little bitch! I will destroy you!" Tamara screamed as she tried to launch herself at the blue-eyed woman.

"Not if I destroy you first. Try your luck, Tamara. I'll have released your little secret to the press and to Vegeta and his mother before you get within ten feet of me. You want to try me?" she asked smugly.

Tamara just glared at her with one puffy eye and one normal one, but she didn't say anything else. "Fine. I won't do anything to Vegeta, but if I find out that you said something, even whispered it under your breath again, I will not hesitate in making you pay," she hissed.

Bulma smiled saccharinely. "I'd like to see you try. I am not a person to be trifled with now. I'll make you hurt," she said softly.

"What the—what happened here?" asked a female's voice as they stepped into the office.

"Sacoda?" asked Tamara in shock. "When did you get back?"

"Hello, Tamara. It's pleasant to see you again," Sacoda said dryly. Then she turned to Bulma and saw her uncle kneeling on the floor, a trail of blood down the side of his face. "What happened?" she asked Bulma.

"They assaulted me," Bulma replied. "But that's okay because I gave as good as I got. We're waiting for the police now, so the meeting with your father will have to wait a bit."

"I'll just wait here with you then, if you don't mind," she said as she sat down on a couch and began to leaf through a magazine as if nothing was amiss. The police arrived a while later and took Bulma's statement before calling an ambulance for Nappa and taking him to the hospital to fix his knee and the wound on his head. After that he would spending forty-eight hours in jail, as would Tamara, though Bulma doubted they would carry out the entire hours before they got bail. A judge gave her the restraining order within two hours of what had occurred, and now Nappa was not allowed within fifty feet of her.

The whole point of getting that little piece of paper had been to keep him out of the office while she was there, because outside of the office, she had her guards to take care of her. She really had been foolish to send them away at the same time for lunch, but there were some things that needed to be sacrificed in order to get what she wanted. If a few hours of pain and a few bruises got her what she had wanted, then she didn't mind.

Now, she and Sacoda walked into Vegeta sr. office and encountered Vegeta there are well. He took one look at his sister and gave a half-smile before standing and walking over to give her a quick hug. "Where have you been, brat?" he asked her.

Sacoda grinned. "I spent my time in Paris," she replied. "But I'm back, and I'm free," she said, her eyes on her father. "Hello, father."

"Where did you leave your husband?" he asked dryly.

"Back in his home, engaged to the woman he really loves," she replied.

Vegeta's eyes took in Bulma and the fact that her throat was already bruising and she had a few scratches on her face that had been taken care of by the paramedics who had taken Nappa. She shook her head once and turned her attention to the other two people in the room.

"I'm here to tell you that I'm through with you and your orders. Dan and I got a divorce a few months ago and we parted on friendly terms. I didn't want to be with him, and he didn't want to be with me. I'm going to live here in the city again, but I'll be staying with Bulma," Sacoda said seriously.

Vegeta sr. scowled. "You went behind my back and divorced the man I wanted you to be with?" he growled. "Foolish girl!"

"I'm a grown woman, and I'm sick and tired of you and your damn orders. I'm divorced and I'm happy. From now on I will do what I want regardless of what you say."

Her father stood in all his fury and everyone could tell that he was restraining himself from hurting the young woman. "How dare you?! I am your father and you have to do all that I order you to do. Do not defy me because you do not know what I am capable of."

"I know perfectly well what you are capable of," Bulma interrupted, a smirk on her lips. "And before you yell at me that this is none of my business, I know, but I have chosen to ignore that little fact. Sacoda will be staying with me, and if it's a battle of wills that you want, or a war of power, then I'm game. She's like family to me, and I defend my family with everything I have and I will destroy those who threaten us."

"Hmm, foolish wench," Vegeta sr. said evilly. "You don't know who you are messing with."

"Maybe I do and I don't care," she replied. "Oh, and there's something else you need to know." Bulma looked at Sacoda and the dark haired girl nodded. "Sacoda has sold me her shares of the company. I now own a part of this company that will be inherited to be children once they grow up."

"What?" Vegeta sr. asked in a deathly whisper. His furious eyes turned to his daughter and he couldn't believe what she had just done.

"And I expect to be informed of every important decision regarding this company, being that I am also a share holder now," Bulma said with a smile. "Oh, and another thing. Your brother and his wife," she said motioning to Vegeta, "assaulted me in my own office and are at this moment being taken to jail. I have a restraining order on them both and they cannot be within fifty feet of me," she said with a pleasant smile. "Have a good day… dad," she said before she and Sacoda walked out.

Vegeta caught up to them as they made it to the elevator. "What the hell is going on?" he asked them both.

Sacoda shrugged. "Justice," she said simply. "If you need me for anything, you can find me at Bulma's place while I find an apartment. She offered to let me stay at Capsule Corp. and I accepted."

"Take care then," Vegeta said to her. Then he turned to Bulma. "We should have dinner tonight," he said in a low voice.

Bulma shook her head. "I can't tonight. I have some very important things to do."

"When can we meet?" he asked darkly. "I want to see the children."

She gave him an annoyed look. "I'll let you know soon," she said as they stepped into the elevator. "Goodbye Vegeta," Bulma said with eerie meaning.

Vegeta stared at her as the doors to the elevator closed. Why had she sounded so strange saying goodbye to him? He scowled to himself as he made his way back to his father's office. He would make no move to help his uncle or his ex-wife. They could rot in jail for all he cared.

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Kakarot stepped into his office with a frown on his face. He looked as if someone had died. In his hands he held various newspapers and a couple of magazines. Vegeta gave him a look of annoyance as he took a sip of coffee.

"Who died?" Vegeta asked gruffly, turning his attention back to his computer.

"No one, but… Vegeta, have you read the paper or watched TV at all this morning?" the tall man asked him.

The shorter man shook his head. "I haven't had the time. I've been working on this contract and it has to be done before lunch today," Vegeta replied.

"Then… Vegeta I'm sorry to have to be the bearer of bad news, but I think that you have to see this," said Kakarot as he placed the papers next to Vegeta's computer and pressed a button under the side of his desk so that a flat screen TV emerged from the wall. He pressed a few more buttons and finally found the channel he had been looking for.

"I don't have time, Kakarot. Were you not listening?" Vegeta snapped.

"This is important, look," Kakarot said softly.

Vegeta looked at the paper briefly and did a double take at what he saw. No, he was seeing things. He had to be because right now he felt as if he had been sucker punched in the gut. Staring back at him from a picture on the front of the society papers was a photograph of Bulma.

She was wearing a beautiful white champagne colored dress different from the one she had worn that day he had kidnapped her. But the dress didn't matter. Her smile didn't matter. The fact that the old man was holding her didn't matter. What mattered was the fact that she had finally gotten her revenge. Lying, conniving, wench.

Then he heard the words the woman on the TV was saying and it really began to sink in. "On today's news. Multimillionaire, Diamond tycoon Maki Gero has married recently named heiress of Capsule Corporation. The wedding was a private affair that took place yesterday evening with only friends and family present. The bride wore a beautiful designer dress and had her twins, children from a past relationship, as ring bearer and flower girl. Congratulations to the both of you and please stay tuned because up next we have exclusive photos of the ceremony—"

There was a sound of something breaking and Kakarot saw that the paperweight that had been on Vegeta's desk was now embedded into the expensive TV. He sighed heavily and turned to his friend. "Vegeta—"

"Get out Kakarot. Just get out. I need to finish my work and I want to be alone," he growled out.

"Okay, but if you need me for anything—"

"I know. Get out," Vegeta ordered, trying to keep his cold rage in control until after his friend had left the room. He realized now that she had never meant to give him a chance to be with her again. She had been planning this for some time now. No one just married out of the blue without planning it. He never should've believed in her.

He would never believe in her again.

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I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to neglect this fic, but it's been so hard to keep with it when I'm writing other fics. I know many of you will be mad at me, and I understand, but I promise, I will finish this story, and soon. Thank you so much for the reviews given to the chapter that is way past due and I hope you guys can forgive me!

Joey

P.S. I do believe that Gero's name was used that way in the Spanish DBZ, though I didn't see those episodes in English, so I don't really know or remember. Have a great week, guys!