Disclaimer: Don't own 'em and I'm broke

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em and I'm broke

Author's Note: Hey! Hope you guys liked those last two chapters! Whoopee! I must say that "Taking Out the Trash" has been my favorite chapter to write! I despise Yamcha and I've always wanted that to happen! :: giggles maliciously:: Sorry Yamcha lovers, but I AM Vegeta's Embodiment and I wouldn't be who I am if I liked that POS. Go ahead and flame me. I could care less. If you want to know my e-mail is electrica2@innocent.com. Beware, I do respond to ALL e-mails. Heh heh heh. Alrighty! Now that that's out of my system, I PROMISE that I'll start working on Eden in the Springtime. However, I'd like to see it get more reviews other than the ONE that's there before I post more. Don't worry DBZers! Trunks is in the prologue and there will be all your favorite DBZ characters in the story, it's just an alternate storyline. Prince Vegeta is exiled from Vejiitasei and…. Oh! I can't give all the gushy details. Looks like you'll just have to read and find out! Well, not that I'm done rambling, on to the Well Worn Subject!

She sighed and propped her head on her hands, elbows on the desk and watched Vegeta sleep. As she watched him, she felt herself go into a state of peaceful relaxation. She was almost out when the front door opened and her mother's shrill voice echoed throughout Capsule Corp. Apparently, they had visitors. Bulma sat up straighter, smoothed her hair, and put on a smile for the guest. Footsteps came quietly at first, and then got louder. Kuririn and Yaijorobe walked in soon, and stared at the sleeping Prince in awe.

"He still looks so mean." Kuririn almost breathed the words; they came from his lips so softly.

"Heh, he ain't so tough."

"What makes you say that, Yaijorobe?"

"Well, when I cut off his tail, he howled like a little sissy."

Bulma, who had been ignoring their entire conversation, sat up at the chubby man's statement. "That was you?" She was glad that they hadn't woken Vegeta; he still hadn't gotten over the loss of his tail.

"Of course! Who else would have had enough courage?"

"Everyone but you." Kuririn said blandly. They went back to watching Vegeta who had stirred but still showed the signs of a man asleep.

"Well," Kuririn said after a few moments, getting uncomfortable suddenly, "we should get going; we just come to check on him."

"Well, I'll walk you guys to the door." Bulma was happy for an excuse to stretch her legs. She followed the monk out the door, Yaijorobe staying behind for a moment to get one last glance at the Prince in his silent slumber. I can kill him now while he's vulnerable. Yaijorobe pulled his katana from its sheath, and raised it above his head, aiming for the man's exposed chest. Before he could swing it down, however, Bulma's body hit him full force, knocking him into the nearby wall. The sword catapulted upward, spinning in a deadly ring, heading for the invalid. Bulma closed her eyes, and waited for the shower of warm blood that was sure to burst forth when the blade hit Vegeta. The air in the room condensed and crackled, causing Bulma to peek out from between her clenched eyelids. The sword had stopped inches from the Saiyajin. He lifted a finger and the sword instantly vaporized into a cloud of dust. Bulma sneezed a few times, and then sat down, grimacing and rubbing the underside of her nose.

Vegeta sat up and gave a menacing look to Yaijorobe. "So you're the one…" His voice was callously low, and quite frightening. He gathered chi in his hands, wincing with the effort, but still smiling cruelly. Yaijorobe curled into the fetal position, awaiting his death, and simultaneously wet himself. I'm going to regret this, Bulma thought, but she still stood and walked bravely over to Vegeta's bedside, sitting down, although the force of his chi was threatening to push her right back onto the floor.

"There is nothing you can do for him, onna. He deserves this." Vegeta never took his eyes off his target, and the air warmed and shifted as he prepared to fire, calculating so that he would destroy the man, but leave the room unharmed.

"Just like you deserved to be killed by Kuririn when you first came?" The question was voiced softly; had Vegeta not been a Saiyajin he would have never have heard it. The air pressure returned to normal, popping Bulma's ears, as Vegeta put away his chi ball. Yaijorobe, sensing that it was the time for running, hauled his rear out of Capsule Corp faster than he had ever moved before, breaking the sound barrier. Vegeta Leaned back and crossed his arms scowling and pushing his bottom lip out a bit. Bulma couldn't help but laugh and when he gave her a questioning look, she tried to explain between outbursts of giggles.

"Oh, Vegeta. You look like…a little kid when…you pout! It's…so…cute!" She stilled her chortles when she caught his glare aimed at her and wiped her eyes. "You know Vegeta, you should pout more often. You don't like such a jerk."

"What do you care what I look like?" he snarled, turning over on his side away from her and subsequently falling back asleep. Bulma returned to her chair and resumed her guard over him. She decided that she probably needed some coffee when he called out in his sleep again. Coffee can wait… She sat down again and stared at him, taking in every detail of his back, especially the way it shook with different emotions that he would never voice or show if he was conscious.