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Well, hi. I still haven't figured out what to put on that paper, but it has to be something good. OH!!! I got it!! Hehe. It's not going to be very bad and most of you already know it but think, this is Veggie here. He doesn't, just…I dunno. So, read and review and most of all, enjoy!!!

WARNING: Bulma get sentimental for about three paragraphs. This is a multi-media story. Action, love, hate, lust…all of the above. So if you don't like any one of these…your loss!

Skin-a-marinky-dinky-dink, Skin-a-marinky-do…I love you… *clears throat…*

HEY, HEY! LOOK AT MY FACE!!! SEE? ------ -._-'

SEE IT??? HUH??? IT'S A GUY WITH A LITTLE SWEAT DROP! WOW! THAT'S COOL! I'M BRILLIANT! THE NEXT EINSTEIN, I TELL YA!

Sweat drop face copyrighted 2001. If you steal it, I'll send Vegeta to take it back. So watch your back, weakling…*insert evil laugh here*

Chapter Siiiiiiiiiiiiiix

As Vegeta read the back of the note, he was rather surprised.

June 8th

It isn't fair. I wish I had someone. Chichi and Goku, 18 and Krillin. Who am I with??? Maybe I wasn't made for love. Maybe I just don't. Who knows? Maybe I'm really meant to be a cruel and evil person. I wish something would tell me. I'm 18 and haven't ever even had a boyfriend yet. I hate it! I wish…oh, I don't know what I want any more.

I am going to escape tonight. Try to, anyways. Who knows if I'll make it and if I don't that's even better. I don't want to be alone anymore. It would be better if someone like Vegeta or something finished me off. And what's up with that guy anyway? I don't get him. He's really crabby. Sure, he's drop dead gorgeous but, after all, that isn't everything. I'm drop dead gorgeous, but I haven't even had one boyfriend.

Life sucks.

~ June 8th was today. She must've wrote it before she tried to run. Hm…she thinks I'm drop dead gorgeous, eh? Obviously she doesn't know what I'm capable of. But I wouldn't kill her unless she really pissed me off, and she hasn't done that…yet. She's actually amusing when she gets mad. I should get her angry more often. She thinks life sucks. She has no idea. ~

Vegeta folded the note back up and slipped it underneath the receipts. He walked over to the little tiny bed in the corner and decided to take a short nap.

Bulma blinked. Where am I? I…oh, yeah. I remember. Vegeta put me in this tank thing. Oh my Kami, am I cold! And hungry! I admit I do feel as good as new only my stomach's about to cave in. God, doesn't this place have any food???

She got out of the re-gen tank and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, shivering. She was about to head for the door when she saw the saiyan dozing in the corner. She curiously walked over to him and sat down next to him, just watching him sleep.

He doesn't look so bad when he's sleeping. But why does he look like he's in pain all the time? I don't understand. He treated me like a normal person tonight and now he's waiting for me. Why does he even care? Wasn't I supposed to be just a little girl that that gay king wanted? Hm, I don't know what to think anymore. I'm to the point where I've almost stopped caring.

She sighed quietly. Look at him. I wish…impossible. Crazy. He's probably got hundreds of thousands of girls like me, only much prettier competing. I might as well stay out of his way. One less person to turn down. I doubt he would care anyways. I'll just hang with Chichi and Goku or 18 and Krillin and maybe I'll get lucky…nah, lucky isn't my line. I just… Bulma mentally slapped herself. You can't have him. He isn't yours and you don't deserve anything. God, I wish my heart would just shut up.

She carefully moved to the end of his bed and rested her back against the wall. A wave of sadness and pain washed over her, and she relived it with some more sleep. Her last thought before she dozed off was…I wish I could just run from my feelings forever…then it wouldn't hurt so much…

~~~

Have you wanted something so bad that it's painful to even think about it. No, not a toy or something plastic or metal, but someone. A parent who died and you wish with all your heart you could just hug them one more time. A sister whose on drugs and you want so desperately for her to stop, but she just doesn't. A person, that's just am arm length's away but you won't let yourself reach out and get it. For the cursed few who know that painful feeling, your not alone.

~~~

Vegeta woke up slowly. Something was sitting on the end of his bed.

He sat up and shook his head at his idiocy. He looked at his watch. Good. She had only gotten out about twenty minutes ago, but she had already managed to fall asleep again. ~ My Kami, how much sleep does this woman need? ~

He gently got out of bed, careful not to wake her, and scoop her into his arms. She curled up against his chest. Vegeta looked down at his precious cargo and sighed. ~ Why…why do thoughts about this little…woman keep haunting me? I can't stop thinking about her. Oh well, she'll be gone tomorrow and I won't even have to see her again. Good. ~ But something felt strange. Like, almost, he didn't want her to leave and he wanted to see her again.

~ You baka. You can't have her. You are the prince of all saiyans! Falling for a low class barely saiyan! Pathetic. The only thing worse is falling for one of her friends. You can't love and she isn't yours. You know why your father wants her and when that idiot wants something he gets it, end of story. So tell your stupid emotions to fuck off and let me be. I have no emotion. ~

His face turned cold and un-gentled his hold on Bulma. He quickly took her to her room and, so not to wake the other girls, set her as fast as he could on her bed. It was not to wake the others…right??? Or was it so he wouldn't stare at her beautiful face all night long??? Vegeta growled at his frustration. ~ This isn't working… ~

Well that's the end! See you next time…

I'M JUST KIDDING! GOMEN! I WAS JUST KIDDING! *mumbles* like I'm going to stop at a great part like that…how well you do know me…psh…what do you think I am? Some sort of freaked out girl who's stomach hurts like hell and is up at 2:00 in the morning writing for your people? Well…you know me a little better then I thought…

ANYWAYS…

Bulma moaned and rolled over, pulling the covers over her head as the light was turned on with a click. Chichi walked into the room and sat down on the end of Bulma's bed, her eyes closed in a warm, gentle smile.

"Morning! Did you sleep well?" she sang. Bulma snorted.

"Just peachy."

Bulma suddenly gasped and quickly got out of bed, still in her clothes from the day before and ran over to the window. She growled when she found out there wasn't any window. She scrambled into the other room and almost screamed when she didn't find a window. She hurried out into the hall and ran down it, searching for a window. She could hear Chichi call after her.

"What are you looking for?" Bulma pretended she didn't hear her and pushed open the only door that wasn't censor locked. The kitchen. That was the last place she recalled having a window.

She ran to it, not caring if anyone was there, seeing her in her ripped up clothes, and smashed her hands and face against it. She sighed and sank to the floor. She brought her knees up to her chest and set her chin on her knees.

They were already in space.

"It's about time you woke up!" She didn't look up until a shadow loomed over her. She raised her head ever so slightly to see Goku smiling down at her.

"Hi. So," she said glumly. "We've taken off already, eh?" Bulma got off the floor and went to sit in the nearest chair heavily.

"Yup. Why?" She raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled. She shook her head.

"Hey Goku, you mind making me something to eat? I'm famished." Goku laughed.

"Chichi figured you would so she made your favorite. Cheese omelet and bacon." Bulma immediately got up off the hard chair and walked over to the stove. Sure enough, there was a pan of bacon, sizzling. She opened the microwave and there was her omelet.

"Hmm, yummy." Bulma scooped herself a healthy helping of bacon and took her egg and sat down at the table. Goku sat next to her.

"I heard you tried to escape last night." Bulma nearly choked on her piece of bacon. She swallowed carefully.

"Who told you that???" Goku shrugged.

"One of the elite officers. He didn't look to happy about it. What did you do to him?" Bulma smirked and chuckled.

"He pissed me off." Goku's eyes widened.

"Poor guy. You really beat him up good, you know that? He had a broken leg and he kept complaining he felt a rock in his elbow. Yamcha's quite a baby." Bulma laughed again.

"Yeah, I know. I barely hit him and he was down like a rock. How did he become an elite?? My god, he must have some friends in really high places!" she said, forking in a bite of egg. Goku nodded.

"He does. He is the king's personal advisor."

"Wow, I bet he kisses up every time he can."

"Of course." Bulma laughed. She was suddenly aware of her clothes, after a slight breeze flew through the room. "Brr. I think I'm going to go change." She got up and put her plate in the sink and was about to walk out the door when Goku stopped her.

"Oh, wait! Vegeta wanted me to tell you he wants to spar with you three at…" He furrowed his eyebrows and looked up, thinking, "One o clock. Yeah, I'm sure it was that." Bulma raised and eyebrow.

"Sure?"

"Yup. He said wear the armor that's in your room. He said if the size was wrong, and it shouldn't be, just tell me and I'll tell the…" Another thing he had to think of. He didn't seem to find his word so he just said, "The person who makes it."

"The tailor?"

"Yeah, that guy. Oh, me and Krillin are going to be there too. My dad will be at your room at one to pick you up. Cya later!" Bulma again stopped when she was just out the door.

"Hey Goku? What time is it?"

"12, why?"

"I slept in 'till noon??? Wow, he must've really beaten the shit out of me…" Bulma mumbled the last part under her breath, forgetting about saiyan's hearing.

"Who beat you up?" Goku asked, tilting his head. But Bulma just shook hers, laughed, and walked out of the room. Goku shrugged and went back to his breakfast, four piles of extra thick pancakes Chichi had more than willingly made for him.

~~~

It was 12 thirty, and Bulma had spent the whole time telling Chichi and 18 about her nightly encounter with Vegeta.

"I can't believe you would've left with out us!" Chichi wailed, close to tears just thinking about if she did. 18 smiled.

"Yeah, well good thing you didn't because if you did, either me or Chichi would have to yell at Vegeta, and I don't think Chichi could get very many shots in," Chichi crossed her arms and glared. "And if I had to? I can't very well watch myself, now, can I?"

Bulma laughed and put her chin in her hands.

"Aw, thanks for showing me you care." They all laughed and then 18 looked at her watch.

"Hey, I think we better get ready to go. You know, see if everything fits ok." Chichi nodded. Bulma walked over to the dresser and opened up the first drawer. She held up a breast plate.

"I believe this one's mine. Chi, yours in light brown and 18, yours is yellow." She tossed the armor over to her best friends, and they too held it up for each other to see. "Oh, there's…Kami, I hate men." She turned around and put one hand on her hip sourly and held up a spandex body suit. He eyes were narrowed and she pursed her lips.

"Great." Chichi mumbled, catching her suit as Bulma threw it at her.

Bulma had to admit, she didn't look half bad. The armor color matched her hair perfectly and the spandex was a dark, navy blue. The arms went down to just above her elbow and the legs went just below her knees. Of course, the spandex hugged anything tightly. She really did like how it outlined her trim stomach perfectly. The armor molded into her body, she doubted it would provide much protection. She braided her hair into pigtails and put on her most dangerous smirk. Oh my god, if I were I guy I would so hit on me…

The other girls looked absolutely stunning, just as Bulma. Chichi's spandex was dark brown and it really drew the attention to her eyes. She had her hair up in a pony tail with two wisps hanging down for an awesome effect. 18's was black and she left her hair down as normal, with one side behind her ear. 18 looked at her watch that was on the dresser.

"It's 1. He should be here any minute." As on cue, there was a short knock on the door. Chichi sprinted towards it and said,

"Hi Bardock!" He looked taken aback by her forwardness, but soon recovered and grinned.

"My, my. You girls sure do look stunning today. I don't know how my son and the other boys will be able to keep their eyes off of you!" Chichi blushed, 18 snorted, and Bulma grinned mischievously.

"Thanks, Bardock. Let's go!"

Bardock led them down the hall, where they were followed by many stares and even a few whistles. But the girls' glare soon quieted them.

"Here. Just push this button and the door will open and you'll find yourself in a room full of men. Are you sure you can handle it?" Bulma raised an eyebrow.

"Bardock, you need to have a little more faith in us!" He laughed and did an exact imitation of Goku, putting his hand behind his head.

"Yeah, I guess so! Well, just yell if you need me! Have fun and don't let the boys beat you up too much!" He chuckled and walked away.

"Very funny!" 18 yelled after him and Chichi giggled. "Well, let's go." She carefully pushed the button and the door opened to a brightly lit room (either that or the fact that the whole thing was pure white) full of men sparing and some bench pressing over 1,000 pounds easily. The three girls looked around warily and Chichi nearly jumped when someone put a hand on her shoulder.

"Hi Chi! Glad you guys made it!" She spun around and sighed when she saw it was only Goku. Bulma was relieved. She didn't exactly enjoy being with all these men, a few starting to notice them. I guess Goku noticed them two and he didn't look happy.

"Back off, officers!" He yelled and they grumbled and walked away. Goku put on a smile again and waved his hand. "C'mon. Don't let them bother you. Let's go into the special sparring room Vegeta has." Chichi was the first to follow, close behind was 18 and then Bulma. She glared at some guys and they licked their lips. Disgusting. These saiyans are monsters. Most of them…

When they reached the "special" sparring room, Goku put in a code and it slid open. Vegeta and Krillin where already inside, sparring. By the looks of it, Krillin was defiantly losing. 18 winced as Krillin got knocked back into the wall with tremendous force, and he slid to the ground. Vegeta hovered down and crossed his arms, smirking.

"Too easy. Well," he commented, seeing Goku and the girls, "Welcome to my own personal sparring room. You will do your training in here, not out there where I'm sure you'd be…"

"Please, spare us explanation. We're fully aware of the capabilities of those…things," 18 spat, also crossing her arms and flicking back a piece of hair. She turned around when Krillin squeaked something from the floor.

"Hi 18." He said painfully, getting up and brushing himself off. "Glad you could come." She smiled, then frowned.

"You ok?" She asked. He nodded.

"Fine, just a few bruises. Nothing much." She snorted.

"I think it will be a little more then a few bruises in the morning." Bulma laughed.

"So, are we going to just sit here all day or are we going to fight?" She said, putting her hands on her hips. Only when she did that did Vegeta notice how good that armor looked on her. ~ Good lord! Who picked that out??? It's going to be very distracting. I hope she knows I'm not going easy on her. ~

Vegeta laughed. "So eager to get beaten up again, aren't we?" She clenched her fists and growled. "Alright, but I want to observe your fighting skills. Spar with one of the others." He waved his hand towards Chichi and 18. Bulma looked at them and Chichi gingerly shook her head. 18 grinned.

"Let's go!"

Jeepers, they get shorter all the time. Hey, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and next time's gonna be 18 and Bulma sparing and then Bulma and Vegeta! Yay! And then their gonna…*dun dun dun!* Land! And so the plot thickens…

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