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A/N – so here is the answer to the cliffhanger. I don't know exactly how it shall go, so if it doesn't turn out exactly as planned – just don't get your hopes up for anything grand. This was good, too. I updated soon! I'm getting better. (FYI – I didn't update my first story for like, a week!) Please R & R!!!

Bulma closed her eyes and hoped that she didn't just do a very embarrassing thing. But luckily, the voice that she had heard spoke up, seeming rather startled

"What, who's there?"

Bulma was shocked. This was the guy that she had hoped and dreamed for so long that was real. Finally her dream was coming true, but she couldn't say anything. She was living her life's dream, but she couldn't form any words to express her joy. Finally she opened her mouth and said anything, not just something, anything.

"It's m-me."

"Who's me?"

He stepped into the light. Bulma gasped silently. He was a stout man, of a seemingly slight build, with big, spiky black hair, but he was gorgeous. And again, for a few minutes, she was robbed of the ability of speech.

"I-It's Bulma."

"Are you the one Kakorot brought in?"

"He called himself Goku."

"That's only what he calls himself, a nickname, might you say. He's rightful name id Kakorot."

"O." Bulma squeezed out the last short acknowledgement with what little breath she had.

"Well, Woman, what do you want?"

Bulma's immediate reaction to the fact he called her 'Woman' was rather reflex than wrath.

"Don't EVER call me WOMAN!!!!"

He backed off quickly. With what few words they had spoken, he liked this woman already. He chuckled to himself.

"Fine, Woman." He said (she became very flustered at this, but calmed down instantly) "How did you know my name?" 

"Don't you know me?"

"NO." He said flatly, in his famous 'as-a-matter-of-fact' tone of voice.

"O. Well, I've… I mean…Umm…"  she looked down, as if ashamed, "I have had this dream that I was in a dark tunnel, with this guy. This tunnel resembles it, and I thought maybe you…"

"That's enough."

"O. Umm..."

He chuckled again, only out loud this time. Did she do something wrong? She hoped not; she couldn't bear anything else.

"Well, I am Vegeta, leader of these people." As he said she noticed a slight movement, and looked down to see a tail curled around his waist. He noticed, and laughed louder. "Yes, we have tails, of what race are we, it's forgotten. Even the eldest of my people do not remember where we came from, all that history is lost. But as for your dreams, I can help you."

This was what she was waiting for.

"I sent them out to a girl that I saw." He moved closer to her, so she could almost feel his breath. "I saw her bathing in the pool, and I heard her cries for help. I couldn't help but notice. I've asked talked to her, been kind and patient. I listened to her. She seemed weak, frail, and pitiful, but always beautiful and brave. Are you that girl?" He knew very well she was. He had watched her and dreamed with her for long now. He had considered her a friend, more than a friend. A 'friend' he would like to have down here in the Lair, while he continued with his…that was enough. He knew what she was, and he wanted her. He would simply win her, for she was perfect, perfect enough for Vegeta, prince and chief of these people.

"I-I…"

"Is that a yes?" She gave a quick nod, and he smiled to himself. This was going well, he thought, he would have to remember this, for future reference.

"Yes."  With a sigh, she sank to the floor, and bawled. Not the loud, baby bawl. It was a sob straight form the heart, which began with a sniff and small, silent tears running down the face. Then, she opened her mouth to say something, stop her from embarrassing herself, but she could not. All she heard from herself was a choking sound, the sound of someone who has been hurt finally come to the end of the dark cell, someone who has found the light at the end of the tunnel, and in Bulma's case, that's just what happened. She felt so, empty, but she knew this emptiness was not the alone feeling she had felt before. It was of a slate wiped clean, ready to start anew. And these were the reasons she cried.

Vegeta backed away, not sure what had just happened. (A/N, men will never understand women!) Did he do something wrong? But her face softened, and she looked up at him with those puppy-dog eyes, filled to the brim with new, unfallen tears. He saw that she was just hurt, and went to her side, picking her up and setting her in a chair of to the side of his room. There she sat, looking at him with wide eyes, while he continued with his leadership-like duties, until she fell into a peaceful, dream filled sleep.

A/N – So, the plot is revealed!  How will Bulma adapt? How will Vegeta 'win' her? All these questions answered in the next chapter. O, and I'm sorry, there was no twist like is said, but it was more cute, and sweet. Please review!