A/N – I loved the way last chapter turned out, and thank you for all you reviewers out there! Now, this chapter is going to have another twist (I like twists, twists and cliffhangers.) But, this one is, trust me, going to be a depressing chapter, I have already written it up in my mind…Anyways, it does get better, so don't think this is like the last chapter, because it might seem that way. Well, here it is, Please R & R!!!

Bulma gasped, gripping hard onto Vegeta's shoulders for support, but she soon relaxed when he did, and rolled over so that he was lying next to her. His bronze and muscular skin was shining with sweat, and she looked into his eyes. Those dark eyes seemed to have no end as she gazed into them. He returned her stare, looking into, what he thought, her seemingly never-ending blue ones, while twirling with her hair.

What is it with Saiyains and hair? she thought. He saw a saiyain couple not long ago, and the guy seemed to be fixated with the girl's hair, combing it with his hands and smelling it in, like he would never let go. She thought about all Goku had told her about how Saiyains had extra-sensitive senses. He also told her that they had a thing with 'smelling' females or something like that, maybe it was a good sign. She sighed, realizing the time.

" 'Geta…"

He didn't say anything, but continued to stare, as if he were competing in a contest. Vegeta has always been really competitive anyway, so he's just doing this unconsciously, she deliberated. She wanted to giggle at the thought, but controlled herself. Instead, she thought what just took place. She felt so warm inside when he touched her, she had wanted to cry. Lord Kinas - she shivered when she thought of him – was so horrible, she felt so empty when he… but with Vegeta, it was just the opposite. She felt wanted, loved. She wanted to hold him and never let go, but all things had to come to pass, so she continued with her statement.

"…I have to go."

He grunted with understanding, but not with approval. He knew her commitment as well as she did. She had promised him, Goku, and more importantly herself, that she wouldn't give in. He rolled over again, this time getting out of bed in the process. But what happened next, he also didn't expect.

He felt a hand on his arm; same as when he had pulled her into his kiss minutes (A/N  - not minutes, minutes, but more like half and hour to 45 minutes.) ago. She whirled him around, and surprised both of them with the force in which she whirled, but she didn't let it hesitate her. She intercepted his turn with a kiss, hard and fiery, so that he didn't want to break it. But they did, and she quickly stood up, and without another word, got dressed, and walked out.

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She arrived at her training session over an hour late, and was shunned for her lateness. When asked where she was, she stuttered and mumbled incoherently, so they gave up on finding out where she had been.  She began training with renewed strength that surprised all her peers and superiors. She ignored them, though, and continued with her new-and-improved vigor.

She had started training around noon, and was only ready to stop around dusk, when all the Saiyains went inside to hide form the omniscient-moon. But, she decided to stay out, for she had nothing against the 'big ball of cheese' in the sky. She trained all the way until midnight, alone in a clearing, with excitement of knowing that finally she was happy – maybe that was what kept her going for so long. She was about to end when she heard a sound by one of the entrances to the 'Lair.' She noticed it was like a signal, telling someone to come inside, and immediately recognized his hoarse, barking voice. She walked to the access to see him peeking out of a concealed shadow, as not to be exposed to the moonlight. She rushed inside and jumped into his arms, realizing how tired she really was.

"Hmph," he said as her weight plopped into his arms, "Nice way to greet someone, almost knocking them over, ugly Woman."

She wanted to scream at him, but felt to tired, so managed a little 'Shut Up…" then snuggled into him, and fell into a peaceful sleep. Instead of taking her to her room, where he usually took her, he bypassed it, heading for his. There, he laid her on the bed, where she spent her first night there, and settled onto his own side of the bed, also falling into a dream-filled sleep; for he had been training almost all day, too.

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Goku walked the halls, trying to find Bulma, for he had seen that she was not in her room, and he had looked from the concealed shadow that Vegeta had, and saw that she was not out training. He had been looking everywhere for her, and could not find her. In a last search, he went to Vegeta's room, hoping he would find her there. He opened the door carefully, as not to wake the sleeping Saiyain king, if he did he would usually get very cranky and want to blow something up, as the way it was with Saiya-jins. He looked inside enough to see a sleeping Bulma curled up by Vegeta's side, while Vegeta had his head resting on hers.

Goku sighed, not just because finding Bulma was a relief, but what was going on. He knew immediately, for he was not just Vegeta's best advisor, and best friend for nothing. He knew Vegeta liked her, and well…

He sighed again. The mighty Saiyain was very content with his life and all, but he sometimes felt alone. As he looked upon the two sleeping, he felt this more and more. He looked sadly, and turning, closed the door, and slowly made his way back to his own room.

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Bulma woke up beside the sleeping king. She nodded her head in a sleepy way, almost as if she as drunk, but soon snapped out of it. Her arms, legs, chest – everything – ached. She felt sick, really sick. She had never trained or done anything that drastic in her life, and the hangover was preeetty bad. She tried to stand, but fell back onto the bed after proving that her feet and knees were too wobbly to stand on. She heard a chuckle behind her, and turned around in a bad to mood to the chuckler. Of course it was Vegeta.

"So, Woman, having a tough time?" She stuck out her tongue in reply. "Well, from the moment you left, I went to my training chamber, and was there all the way until I came to get you."

"So, you feel the same as me?" She hoped so, because this was the perfect chance for him to embarrass her, and he wouldn't miss the chance. Her hope was in vain.

"Not exactly." He chuckled again, and then to prove his point, stood up, threw some punches in invisible enemies, and did all sorts of stretches Bulma couldn't do when she was rested and at her prime. She whimpered helplessly, looking into his eyes for some kind of pity that would make him stop humiliating her.

Vegeta looked into her eyes and saw something in her eyes he hadn't expected, he did that to her often, come to think of it. But what he saw wasn't the pity that she was trying to give him, but it was more defeat. His eyes gazed into hers, where he saw that look of a father punishing a child, where the child felt no matter what he did, they would never live up to his expectations. He felt really bad at that moment, unlike any feeling he had ever experienced in his life.

So he stopped and sat down on the bed. He sighed and lay down, while she followed his lead. She cuddled into him, and in return he wrapped his arms around her neck and waist, and once again they drifted into a peaceful sleep.

~*~*~*~*~

Over the next few days, Bulma and Vegeta met frequently, whether one purpose or not. They still had those 'personal chats' but lets just say they became a little more…personal. The whole community quickly learned of these interventions, and nobody cared. Bulma adapted quickly to the society of the Saiyains, becoming more and more like one every day; she was accepted among their race as one of their own. They even encouraged the relationship, and were often the cause of those unplanned rendezvous. But a select few did not. One of those, Nappa, was an important captain in Vegeta's ranks. A great fighter, he lacked a lot in the brains department, he wasn't subtle either. Thus, he confronted Vegeta.

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"I don't like the fact that you are with an outsider, sir, she does not know of us, sir."

"And who made you my father, Nappa? I'm a grown boy, father, I can do what ever I want." Vegeta mocked his fighter, getting very pissed at the thought of him talking about Bulma in that way.

"I'm just saying, son, that I don't agree with you. I am not one for a man who falls for weaklings either, son." He retorted with just as much sarcasm as Vegeta, and that made Vegeta very, very mad, but little did he know that Bulma, who had come to see him, was now listening at the door.      

"Are you challenging me?"

"That depends on if you believe in her, the outsider, the weakling." Bulma sneered when she heard this, but it comforted her when Vegeta growled. But what came in the next few statements did not.

"Are you threatening to desert? If you are-"

"-If you believe in that feeble woman, yes I am."

"I don't want to loose one of my best fighters."

"I don't want to loose my chief." Then there was silence. Bulma knew that this was a real sensitive subject for Vegeta, and if…she didn't know.

"I…I do not… give in to weaklings…"his voice was shaking with rage and uncertainty. Bulma sighed, knowing already that she was not going to like what she heard next, but it came as a big surprise what he did say. "I don't…she isn't an outsider, but nothing lasts forever…it's not like I'm in lo…"

Bulma gasped, not trying to conceal it. She had always thought he did, he had told her that he had liked her when he dreamt with her and he had told her just the day before that he was taking it to the next level, she thought he meant love. She wanted to cry, and when she felt warm tears slid down her face she didn't wipe them away. She stood up from her crouched position, so that the two men noticed. Vegeta ran to the door, hearing muffled sobs, and when he opened the door, all he saw was the her hair flowing behind her as she ran down the hall, stumbling as she went, sobbing all the while. He began to chase after her, but was stopped by Nappa. Vegeta growled at him to move, but all he did was say,

"This is the part where you prove that you don't give in to weaklings." Vegeta was so enraged; he just had enough time to snarl out his next statement.

"She been through more than you have, she is stronger than you in many ways. You have been replaced, you are not deserting, I am kicking you out, e because I love her."

And with that he took off down the hall, not even thinking anything except to find her and tell her he was sorry, and he didn't even realize what he just said, let alone know that he really meant it, too.

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Bulma stumbled out into the forest clearing where she trained, but did not stop there. She ran on and on. This is it, I am through with it all, I am through with everything. I will never be loved, and I am everything everyone hates. So, I'll just end every one of their hates, of my ugly self that plagues the world. As she finished with her thoughts, she came to another clearing – a clearing in which the other end was not a forest, but a cliff, a long steep one that at the bottom was waiting sharp stones that reached out from the sea, waiting for anyone unlucky enough to fall upon them. She looked at these rocks, then at the horizon. The sun was just disappearing, leaving a vibrant sunset of pink, yellow, orange and red.

But the scary thing was that when all these colors were reflected on the water, they all seemed red – blood red. Bulma drew in a haggard breath. The perfect color on a day to die, she thought, and then prepared herself to jump, and fly down to the bottom, to be smashed on the rocks, and fade from this world unloved, unwanted, and all together, alone.