Chichi collapsed to the kitchen floor breathless after smashing what was left of her dishes. Goku- That ungrateful bastard! She had loved him since she was a little girl. Had waited almost countless years for him. Had married and bore him a son. And what did he do? He decided to leave her for some little bitch he'd brought home to stay with them like a fucking stray!

Well this insult wouldn't pass. She thought as her heart gave a painful squeeze in her chest that she chose to ignore.

Especially since she'd rather die than have him humiliate her by taking up with some no name, little whore. Not only that but she'd rather die than have her son exposed to his moronic father's flaws. Getting up off of the glass strewn floor, she looked around and huffed. Well damn, She thought darkly. She'd done a real number on the kitchen.

The broken dishes aside, she had shattered and splintered the table, punched more than a few holes through the walls and the curtains that had once belonged to her late mother now lay smoldering on the tiles from where she had ripped them down from the window and thrown them onto the top of the stove to burn them.

After all what the hell did she need the damn things for if she no longer had a family to appreciate them?

She looked around almost dazedly for several moments as she tried to calm herself down. But it was hard. Very hard. Especially when all she wanted to do was rip someone apart. She supposed that she could go after Goku. But if she did- after the impression he'd given her before he had left- he just might hurt her if she dared try to lay her hands on him.

She might could hurt him if she used Gohan. He was young and though he was like his father in many ways, a few beatings would tame him a bit. Make him afraid. But as soon as the thought crossed her mind she shook her head and savagely squashed it. Gohan was her son. Her only flesh and blood link to Goku and while she could use him to hurt his father- she wouldn't.

Say what one would about her, but she did love the boy and wanted only the best for him. She would however try to speak to Goku (civilly) about letting her see Gohan whenever she wanted. He might not like it, but he wouldn't deny her rights as the boys mother.

What if she went after the girl? The one that Goku had run away with...

But there might be issues with getting close enough to actually hurt her. Because if Goku felt as strongly about her as Chichi suspected he did, then he'd kill her before he let her lay her hands on the little tramp.

Growling in frustration she started to pace back and forth. Her mind a jumbled mess of thoughts of pain and revenge. She was so caught up in her own little world that she didn't hear the sound of a hover car making it's way towards the house. Or hear it park. Or hear Bulma and Vegeta arguing as they got out.

"Your the worst driver I've ever seen!" Bulma practically shouted at the sayin prince. Earning a bored look from the man as he explained.

"There is nothing wrong with my driving woman. There's something wrong with your way of giving directions."

"What?! There is not! You said you wanted to see Goku so I brought you to his home."

"This is Kakarots home? This- This hovel? Seriously?"

"Hey! I'll have you know that I helped Goku build this house for Chichi after they were married! It's a nice place, and if you don't shut up you'll find yourself without a bed or a roof over your head except the ones in the dog house bud," Bulma threatened in a tone that startled the sayin prince into silence. "Goku! Yoo-hoo! Anybody home!" She shouted as she made her way towards the house.

The sound of Bulma's voice finally jolted her out of her wayward thoughts. But only momentarily, as Bulma opened the door and let herself in- a big grin on her face- expecting a warm welcome from Chichi and her husband just like always. And was rewarded by silence as Chichi picked up the biggest, sharpest kitchen knife she had.

Here was someone else she could use to hurt Goku. Bulma Briefs, his childhood friend. She could hurt her, leave her hideously maimed and scarred, or she could kill her and carve out her heart and give it to Goku so that he'd know how she felt when he had left her. Yes, that was it. Kill Bulma and give Goku her heart.

Let him know that his friend's death was all his fault. That he was responsible for every cut, every slice, every stab she would inflict on Bulma's pale ivory skin as the woman came walking into the kitchen behind her. "Hey Chichi- Whoa! What the hell happened here? Were you attacked by something? Are you okay?" Bulma asked in a worried tone as she moved further into the room.

Chichi's lips turned up in a mad smile. Just a little further.

Just a little further and she'd have Bulma right where she wanted her...

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Vegeta didn't bother following the woman inside. He was so occupied looking for landmarks that he could use to find his way back here and kill Kakarot, that he almost missed Bulma's first scream inside the house. Jerking around to stare at the darkened doorway, he narrowed his eyes and tried to see what had caused her to scream when it occurred to him that it might be something pitifully mundane like a spider or something.

God knew women were peculiar about the things that frightened them.

The second scream was shriller, more panicked/pained sounding than the first. And it spurred him to move to go see what was wrong, after all, he didn't hate the woman. He just found her...odd for an earthling. But that didn't mean much since pretty much every earthling he'd come across so far was odd in one sense or another.

Running into the house he tried to focus on any strange sounds or smells when a coppery tang that was all too familiar hit him.

It was the tang of blood. A lot of blood.

There was some scuffling sounds, muted, almost like something was being dragged across something, then another scream. This one softer, mingled with the sounds of crying. Just what the hell was going on? He wondered as he followed the sounds to what looked like a disaster zone and found a woman with a disheveled appearance with a bloody knife in hand, straddling Bulma's torso.

Bulma made a whimpering sound and tried to push the woman off of her, but her bloody hands were too weak to do more than smear the scarlet across the other woman's skin as she started to bring her knife down again. And was stopped by a bone crushing grip on her wrist.

"Get. Off. Of. Her." Turning her head to look at him, Vegeta could see madness in her gaze. Something had driven this particular human insane. And that made what she was doing to Bulma all that more inexcusable to him as he bared his teeth at her a mere moment before he tossed her across the room like a rag doll and then bent down and quickly took stock of the woman's wounds.

Only one of them could truly be considered serious, and he could help her easily enough. The only real issue that bugged him was that she might bleed to death if any of her internal organs had been cut when she had been stabbed. Pressing a hand against the worst of the stab wounds, he sent some of his ki into her body to temporarily seal the wound closed so that she wouldn't die and carefully picked her up off of the floor and turned his head to glare at the woman who had hurt Bulma for a moment before he headed back towards the door down the hall.

He needed to get Bulma help and quickly since his ki would only last for an hour before the wound would reopen.