Hi everyone!

I'm sorry it took so long, but here is another chapter. I really hope you like it, because I wasn't sure about this one. It just never seemed right, so please tell me what you think!

SaiyanPrincessBB: I'm not quite sure if he will play a role in this fic. I'm actually playing with the idea to bring him in so you'll just have to wait and see ;)

nikki-michelle: She will maybe, maybe she won't *wink*

Vegeta ki Deewani: Thanks! :) To answer your question: Krillin has the destructo disc as well as Tien and Yamcha. For these techniques they use their ki, which is basically their life evergy. To create a ball with this energy is, as I think, not too difficult. In my fic, Bulma is a martial artist too with a quite high powerlevel (actually higher than that of Radditz when he first landed on Earth) that's why she is able to control her energy and create ki balls. Of course 'normal' people aren't able to do this kind of thing. I hope I explained it well. If not, please tell me and I'll try again.

Cornichon92: I'm sorry you didn't get an email! That's really mean, but I hope everything will working properly again. Who knows? *wink* After all, everything is possible, isn't it?

xSapphirexRosesxFanx: First of all, thanks for the reviews! That's exactly what I thought when I wrote that little scene. Bulma is a spoilet brat, after all, and sure she would think about her appearance.

Disclaimer: Don't own it, buddy..

CHAPTER 25

Lady, I know you're out there somewhere
Like me you're feeling lost
Maybe right now we both need each other
But our paths may never cross

We're two people that should be together
'Cause we're lonely at the very same time
But there's a million, too many good reasons
Why your love can never be mine*

A red and a pruple butterfly flew past them as they lay in the freshly mowed grass before the house. They had trained all day until now; on their bodies and faces was dirt, blood and even a little grass here and there. Heavy panting, Krillin laughed. ''That was great Eighteen. I can feel how we're getting stronger by the day.'' The blonde beuty beside him chuckled as she replied. ''I believe so, baldy.'' Turning her face an body to him, she gave him a smile with the cracked and bloody lips of hers. Good Kami,Krillin! She's way to beautiful for you. Cut the mushy crap already!He lectured himself, in vain. The bald human just stared at her with his one good eye.

Suddenly, the cyborg's smile disappeared. ''What is it, Eighteen?'' Krillin asked, now breathing normal again. After a few moments, he got kind of impatient and too curious, be he said nothing else. He knew better than to push his luck. Since she and her brother had begun to live with them the blonde had hardly ever talked about sentimental stuff with him even though they trained and hung out every freacking day! So instead of pushing her to an answer, he turned from the back to his side, like she had done, and looked at her now closed eyes.

She was so gorgeous, he couldn't believe his luck to actually know, or even talk to her. He touched her every day when they sparred, though he never got to feel her hair under his skin. It looked so smooth and shiny and it allways looked perfectly styled though he never saw her doing anything about it except washing it. With her eyes closed, laying beside him, Eighteen almost looked as if she was asleep. The urge to touch her hair became almost too much as her tiny chest rose and sank with every breath she took. Gulping, Krillin decied to take his chance and rose a trebling hand.

This moment, his sparring partner decided to open her eyes again, worry visible in her ice blue depths. ''What if not all of us will make it?'' She whispered, locking her eyes with his once more.

Startlet by her question, Krillin did the only thing he could think of: Embrace the beautiful creature beside him. As he did, he heard her sigh defeatedly. ''What if..''

''Shh, Eighteen.'' He whispered back, all the while rubbing the small of her back. ''Everything will turn out just fine.'' He reassured, before taking her beautiful face that filled his dreams for too long, in his hands. ''I promise.'' He said, looking into her mesmerizing orbs. After a moment of silence, he cut the silence betweenn them with a heavy sigh. His decision was made and now he would not back down. He had tried every now and then, but was too afraid to actually do it. Oh Kami, please let me live afterwards!Was all he sent as prayer before pressing his lips against hers.

A hot shiver run down his spine as she gave in to his kiss and put her arm around his neck. Kami, I'm kissing the love of my life and she's actually kissing back!He laughed inwardly before pulling back a little to look at her. She was blushing a little as she smiled up at him, only to bring him close to her once more. This is heaven..

The hot sun of Vegeta-seji burned mercilessly this afternoon and she felt a little too warm even though she wasn't out in the sun. The arena was full of people. All of them ate, drank and cheered, waiting for the fight to begin and that made her kind of nervous. What if they wouldn't like her even if she won? The Elites hadn't shown some respect for her before she hadn't beaten the crap out of those who made fun of the 'Weakling from Earth'. Bulma wore the armour she had recieved the day before and waited, in the hall that led to the arena, for the king to announce their fight. She was clothed as one of them, she realized wide-eyed. The blue haired genius had only accepted the fight because Vegeta's father was an ass and she wanted to show him that she was worth to be called queen someday.

But truth to be told, she hadn't grasped the full extent of this fight until now. If she lost she would have to fight the king again. If she wouldn't win that time, she wouldn't be able to become queen. If she won, she had claimed the right to become Vegeta's official mate and queen. This, however, would mean she wouldn't only have the right, but the duty to be queen. A consequence thereof would be that she would have to stay on Vegeta-seji most of her life. She would see her friends maybe every five or ten years, their lifes passing by without her knowledge.

She would be all alone, ruling an alien planet. Was this truly what she wanted? Bulma shook her head violently. Maybe it wasn't, she decided. But she wanted Vegeta and if that was the only way to stay with him and be respected, she would to it. And she was a genius after all. She would find a way to see Goku and the others more often, the young woman assured herself. Then she realized that everything had fallen silent and from afar, for the arena was huge, she could make out the silhuette of king Vegeta, who had raised his hand.

''My people, today we are gathered for the Ne Shah.'' At his last words, the Saiyans began to cheer again. ''Today will be the day to decide, if Bulma Briefs from Earth, heiress of the House of Briefs will be worthy to mate with my son, Prince Vegeta, heir of the Royal House of Vegeta. For those younger ones, the rules will be stated. Myself and Bulma Briefs will fight today. There is no timelimit. Also none of are to use ki attacks. One is to defeat the opponent by knocking them unconscious.''

He made a pause to let his words sink in, turning around so he could see the actuall crowd. ''This is all there is to say. Bulma Briefs from Earth, heiress of the House of Briefs, stepp forward and let us begin. Here it goes, Bulma. Stay calm, this is a win-win, right? With that in mind, she stepped into the arena, followed by the cheers of bloodthirsty Saiyans. Slowly, but with her head held high, she came nearer to her opponent. As she stood about ten meters away from the king, she bowed her head in respect. At this, the clowd fell silent, staring impatiently, waiting for the fight to begin, as king Vegeta only nodded to her. Then there was heared a loud voice. ''Ready? Begin!'' It said as a loud gong was heard.

Immediatly she changed into a fighting stance. This is it, Bulma.She thought as she charged for the current king.

The mothership was not visible anymore and ever since Vegeta had locked himself in the trainig room. This had been about a week or so ago, he actually didn't know. In space it was never day and never night so one had to make their own decisions when it was time to sleep, eat and so on. Because Vegete spent all his day training, Radditz was left alone in the kitchen or in his own chambers. He preferred to stay in the kitchen most of his time, preparing something to eat all the time. Firstly, it occupied his mind, secondy it reminded him of the time he had spent withe the little warrior in the very same kitchen for almost a whole year.

He had always been there to wake her and then they would start to prepare breackfast right away, always gossiping aboutt Vegeta or talking about the differences between Earthling food and that stuff from space. When she had told him that she knew quite a lot about the Saiyan culture and why, they had started comparing that. To put in in a nutshell, with Bulma he had always been occupied. Now, he spend most of his time with himself. It wasn't exactly unpleasent to be alone from time to time, it was the feeling that was awkward. On all the other trips they had with the great ship, there had always been somebody to talk to. Even Nappa or recently Bulma. Vegeta had always stayed out of everybody's business for the most part and now, there was nobody left.

And so he trained as good as he could, doing the 'house work' so to say, with increased gravity, since the prince wouldn't let him train with him. He missed the times Bulma, Nappa and he would just horse around in the evening, totally forgetting the fact that they had to kill people soon. These nights had been wonderfully oblivious. Radditz wished it could have stayed that way, but now they were heading for an unknown planet, to meet the future mate of his prince and somehow, he had a funny feeling about all this. What if she would not come or the planet had storng inhabitants or was without atmosphere? They didn't know anything and he doubted that Bulma knew much herself about it. However, Radditz had found out in his spare time on the ship, that the planet was just as far away from Earth as from his lost home planet. And as he knew Bulma, this was no coincidence.

What was this thing about training anyway? What would await them on this planet behind Frieza's borders? He searched for the other bracelet Bulma had given him. It was much smaller and mostly consisted of a screen, with some coordinates on it, written in Standard. He put it on, waiting for the green light on the right to start blinking. Radditz was curious about this tracking device and it's abilities. Bulma had told him the basics but he had never used it before, not knowing why he would need such a thing.

But now, curiousity got the best of him and he cleared his throat audiably and spoke, holding the bracelet in front of him. ''Bulma.''

Immediatly the tracker began to beep furiously when the screen, where space could be seen, changed the picture. ''Bulma- is currently at the Southern Quadrant'' The thing said.

''Exact location.'' Radditz added. Now the thing created a hologram in front of him, obviously sooming. What he saw, took his breath away. There was nothing, but stars far away, but what shocked him the most were the coordinates. ''Bulma- current coordinates. Vg. F. 22-A.''

''What are you planning, little warrior?''

The King immediatly launched at her, aiming for her head with his fist. But only a split second before it would have made contact with Bulma's cheek, she disappeared from sight, only to stand moments later on the other side of the fighting grounds, arms crossed and coy smirk on her face.

''Cheap tricks won't save you here, Bulma.'' King Vegeta chuckled from the other side of the arena, levitating into the air.

The young blue haired woman did the same as she answered sheepishly. ''Why, my king, the only tricks that I need are my strengh.''

With that, they flew towards the other head on and began to exchange kicks and punches madly. Only few of them actually got into contact with the target and so, as they both seperated again, Bulma had a cracked lip and some scatches. Her opponent had one or two brocken ribs, but everything else was fine; none of them had brocken a sweat, yet. But the king was breathing a little heavier due to his injury.

''I guess it is time to bring the action, king Vegeta.'' He only nodded and so they both powered up with a blaze of light, the audience cheering, pushing them to go all out now. It was time to show the king what his daughter-in-law was truly capable of.

It was dark all around him. His body was brocken and breathing was almost too much for his lungs to handle. The cuffs on his hands were draining his enegey even more and so it became difficult to keep his body temperature steady. Many of his crew had died as they attaced them. Now only eleven were left of them, all bruised, with brocken bones, two of them only barely alive. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he assumed that it had to be at least a week because they had brought about ten times food into the cell where they all were gathered. But since they were so many and the food was not enough for all of them, he was starving. He was the head of the crew , after all. So he took less food than anybody else, hoping his energy would let him live long enough so he could heal or at leats come up with a plan.

All his belongings and achievements of him and his crew were stored outside of the bushes, for nobody to be found who did not know the way. Since his home was gone, he had started gathering people and they had lived together like a little family who was greedy of power, adventurous bloodthirsty. Together they had become very wealthy and resourceful, yet with no allies.

Their precious would most likely rot in the bushes of this goddamn planet. He had no hope left, there was nobody who would come to rescue, no secret ally in his way to this Vey forsaken planet to get them out of here.

''What do you see?'' He asked, annoyed by this little runt with wrinkles and at the same time, as anticipation built up inside him. It was a little ridiculous to ask this thing for advise, but he trusted his gut and dreams. And something dark was heading his way, he could feel it.

The little nasty thing looked into his cristal ball, grinning this ugly grin all the while.'' I see a great battle ahead, Lord. It is not decided yet, but it may be your demise.''

He breathed out heavily as he eyed his client. This, only whirled around his half empty glass of red vine, staring out at the endlessness of space. I knew there was something going on ouut there. But who is it this time?

''What else can you see?'' He asked, now already in a bad mood and not ready to listen to this stupid fool that questioned his authority and strengh in battle.

So again the tiny creature turned to his cristal orb, rubbing and staring at it. After a while, he whispered misteriously (for he liked the attention). ''I can make out blue. Blue eyes, Lord, will be your possible demise. Blue eyes bright and shining like cristals in the sun, Emperor.''

''Are you certian that I will die?'' Asked the client, pretending to be bored, but shivering inwardly. Even for him it was not very good to hear from such a being that death had finally found a way to end his life. The ugly thing smiled smugly behint the client's back. Maybe, he could take advantage of this situation. The power of this guy would soon come in very handy.

''It is most likely, I must admit. But as I said, it is not impossible to escape fate. How about a deal, Emperor?''

*George Strait- Our Paths May Never Cross