Disclaimer: Everyone knows. You should too.

A/N: Nothing much to say. Oh, I'm sorry I forgot about their tails. It makes me feel real stupid, so try not to kick me too hard when I'm down. *sniff.* -._-'… And I also got my first flame, about Jenni and I was proud of her, too. *sighs and wipes away tears*

P/S: Ok, down at the bottom. I wrote that. I write all of this. It's a little different then my normal style, but I just read a book that was like that in three hours, so, I'm pretty full of it. Guarantee ya, it won't last long. And don't get scared at the author's note down there. I am so sorry for that… -._-'

P/S: Ok, I decided to put the next one up right after this one 'cuz my chapters are so short. Think of it as, um, *looks up in thought* I know! A birthday present. Yeah, that's it…

Chapter Fourteen

After Goku and Krillin spent their time with Bulma, 18, and Chichi, they to go train before they hit they hay for the night. They were just beginning to spar when Goku was knocked back into the wall by a fuming Vegeta.

"What did you tell them, Kakkarot?" Goku rubbed his head, and stood up.

"Gosh, that wasn't very nice. And what do you mean?" Vegeta turned to Krillin.

"What did he say," Vegeta hissed dangerously at Krillin. He gulped.

"Uh, well, Goku did kinda mention that you've been depressed lately because of a girl and he said that he thinks the girl is Bulma." Goku nodded. Vegeta growled and again knocked Goku into the wall.

"You stupid baka! I cannot believe you! I thought you had a little more sense then that but I guess not! Why did you go and tell them for?!?" Goku shrugged.

"Chichi was being real nice about it and she asked me. Bulma didn't do anything." Vegeta paced back and forth. After a few minutes, Krillin was sure he was about to wear a hole in the floor.

"Great. This is just great. Thanks a lot, Kakkarot." At that time, a guard walked into the gravity room and immediately flattened to the floor. Vegeta quickly turned the gravity off, a little nervous of him telling the king about his gravity machine. Vegeta prayed that Goku and Krillin would get the hint. Mostly Goku. To play stupid about it.

"What was that?" The guard exclaimed, rubbing the shoulder he fell on. Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

"What was what? And who said you could come in here anyway. What do you want?" The guard looked at Vegeta strangely but reported his message.

"King Vegeta wishes to see you, my prince." And he bowed himself out. Vegeta looked at Krillin before walking out of the room.

"Remind me to kill that guard." Krillin and Goku nodded and got back to sparring.

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"What do you want?" Vegeta spat as his father allowed him to enter his throne room. It was dark and musty, everything a dull blue color and the shades on the windows always closed, so as not to let the light in. He heard his father chuckle from up top the throne.

"I see you've fallen for that blue haired freak, no?" Vegeta held back the urge to rip off his father's arms. King Vegeta put a hand up to his chin. "She is a pretty one, I'll give you that. Now, I can't have my son have a weakness like a female burdening him." The king stood up and walked over to his son. "So, you have a few choices. I can dispose of her. I can dispose of you. Or you can just ignore her. The last one would be for her safety because if I see you even near her again, and I do have people everywhere, I'll kill her in front of you. If you even talk to her or look at her in anyway, I'll kill her. A slow and extremely painful death. But it seems such a waste to let a pretty young girl to die a virgin so I'll have to do something about that, too. Am I clear on that? Good. You may go." Vegeta was now sure he had smoke coming out of his ears. He couldn't even be by Bulma? She would hate him and think he hated her! Oh well, that's all this prince was meant for anyway.

Vegeta turned around angrily and was about to walk out of the room. "One last thing. Tomorrow I'm sending you and your two guards, Kakkarot and Krillin, on a purging mission to the planet of Ceril. Their people are getting out of hand." Vegeta nodded and stormed out of the room.

So now he got to ignore her. What a privilege. And he couldn't tell her that because then she would think he cared. He scowled bitterly. ~ Live with the facts, Vegeta. ~

~ ~ ~

The next morning, Bulma woke up groggily. She wasn't in a good mood (but then again she never was in the morning) and ate breakfast quickly to get to the lab. That would take her mind off things.

She walked down the hall slowly, waiting for her morning visit from Jenni. She never came. How strange. Hm. Bulma shrugged it off and unlocked the lab door.

She worked on various projects for the king and when lunch time rolled around she wasn't very hungry. She decided to go train a little to wake herself up. On the way, she walked past Vegeta. He was scowling worse then normal and something didn't feel right.

"Vegeta, you ok?" Vegeta turned towards her, hating himself for what he was going to do, but it was for her own good.

"Ok, woman. I needed to talk to you. Things are going to change around here. Number one, I am the prince and you are a worker. So don't address me as Vegeta. It's prince, to you. And number two, I don't need nor want your pity. I don't need nor do I want your 'love' that I've heard you have for me. I don't need or want anyone, especially you, so just fuck off. I'm a monster and I do not want anything you can offer. So just leave me alone." He saw a look of total and complete surprise, then a flash of hurt ripple her deep blue eyes, mixed with confusion and pain. But he thought he would see anger and angst, but it never came.

"You may be cold hearted and cruel but your not a monster. The only way you can be a monster is if you enjoy the life of killing people and trying to eventually govern the universe," she whispered almost inaudibly.

"I enjoy every damn minute of it. And like I said." His cold face turned into a sneer, literally ripping her heart out of the veins. "I don't want your pathetic excuse for love. Like that could ever happen. Get over it and go find another person to love, and good luck. You'll need it, bitch. Your beauty's only skin deep and your only good for a cheap fuck anyway." Her eyes filled with tears as the prince's harsh words hit home and she gave him one last look before walking away. It made him want to shoot himself. It was like she was asking one simple question. Why? The pain and heart ache was almost too much for Vegeta to bear. Everything he had every wanted and needed was in that girl, and he just threw it all away. She closed her eyes and continued to walk down the hallway.

As soon as she thought he was out of hearing range, she leaned against the wall, slid down, and began crying. He had hurt her more then she ever thought possible. How could he have known she felt that way? She knew she would be rejected, and the thought finally snuck up on her, turning into an unbearable act. He had hated her after all, she should have known better. She knew she could never find another man. Pointless to even try. He had hurt her beyond reason. She cried as she brought her knees up to her chest, tears splashing onto the cement floors below. Sobs racked her body as she began to wonder why he turned her away with such force. Was she that unlovable?

Vegeta froze as he heard her cries. He wanted to just kill himself and get it over with, because that what this was doing. Ripping him apart. He couldn't bear to hear her painful sobs. He was a monster, she was an innocent, beautiful, amazing girl, and he had just killed any sprit that was still inside of her. His thoughts turned to his father. The bastard! ~ I swear I will kill him in front of the whole kingdom for doing this to me! He is making my life a living hell! I will take a mate someday and murder him. No wonder my mother died with dignity. Too bad he didn't kill me too. ~ And for once in his life, he was worried about someone else. He knew that he had destroyed her. Goku had told him how much Bulma was hurting because she thought he didn't love her. How wrong she was. And now he knew she would put on a happy face for everyone, but still be dead inside. This was the first time Vegeta had ever felt suicidal. He could kill himself right there and then. He knew deserved it, too. No one deserved that kind of heart break he had just caused.

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Bulma got up off the cold floor and heavily walked back to her lab, not hungry in the least. She wiped her tear stained face as she sat down at her desk. All the rest of the afternoon, she worked deadly on projects and quit at 8:00 when she got off.

Closing the door to the main room felt like closing out everyone. She decided right then and there that she would face the cruel facts of life. But she told herself she would be distant, not so much people thought something was wrong, just enough to leave them wondering. And what good was emotion? She decided to be dead to that stupid, painful feeling. She would push down that heart ache for Vegeta as far as it would go.

"Hey Bulma!" Chichi exclaimed as Bulma sulked into the room. Bulma smiled dully, her once bright eyes now dark and grey.

"Hi." 18 looked at her strangely.

"Is something wrong?"

"No," she lied through gritted teeth, "I'm just tired, that's all."

"That Vegeta thing isn't bugging you?" Bulma's heart stung. She painfully shook her head.

"Got over it." Chichi and 18 both simultaneously raised their eyebrows.

"Really?" Bulma nodded sadly. "Wow, I didn't think you would. So no feelings for him anymore?" Bulma again shook her head, and it took all she had from breaking down.

Chichi took a sip of the hot chocolate she had made, inhaling the fresh scent that filled the air. "You know what I heard? Vegeta, Goku, and Krillin are on a purging mission to anther planet. He left just after lunch." That's where he was going. Bulma just nodded and deftly shrugged a shoulder.

"I'm going to bed." And she clunked off into her room.

~ ~ ~

Things went strangely normal for the next two days. The only thing abnormal was Jenni was seen less and less of and one day, no one saw her at all. She seemed to be carrying a burden way too big for her 10 year old shoulders, soon to be 11. The usual bounce in her step was completely forgotten and the lighthearted sway in her tail turned to a soggy droop. Her shoulders once held high regardless of her social position in the castle where saggy and small. She had purple bags under her eyes from lack of sleep and every time one of the girls tried to get in a word about her health, someone would come and tell Jenni she had to go see the king or one of her jobs weren't completed fully. And Bulma tried as much as she could to see Jenni at night, but she was always dead to the world when she was sleeping. Slept like a log, that little girl.

~ ~ ~

"Gardon, would you come here for a moment?" The king's loyal servant bowed before his authority and smiled. He was small and skinny, his eyes were watery and he always looked like he was squinting to see something far away. His grey hairs of age quickly caught up to his bones, and the mouse man creaked and cracked over to the King, his knees squeaking like a rusty door hinge.

"Yes, you majesty?" King Vegeta opened his mouth to say something, but not before pushing out all of the other servants. No ears could hear what he had in mind except for those intended.

"I need you to retrieve the blue haired girl named Bulma for me. She is of great importance." King Vegeta could tell his servant had a question on his mind. "Speak freely, your position does not matter for this time." Gardon nodded.

"Why is she so important, sire?" The king smirked.

"Surely you have noticed our little girl's beauty. Well, she might not be that bad for myself, seeing my late queen," he paused, then smirked pure evilly, "departed from us. Such a sad thing, don't you agree?" The servant only nodded as the king's dark and cold laughter rang through the sparingly lit room. King Vegeta's face turned abruptly serious. "But that little brat, Jenni, has decided to be match maker. I can see my son's love for that blue haired freak and I told him if he was ever near her again, I would kill her. But the mention of her dying as a virgin not suiting for such a beauty, well, he could've ripped my hair out for the effect of the glare he gave me." The king chuckled. "That boy has no respect for me at all. He needed to be taught a lesson. I fear he's growing soft. No matter, I intend to kill him anyway. But I need to punish him to the full extent for being haughty with me. I need to get that girl. He loves her. The only other person he loves is that brat, Jenni. She defiantly needs to go. How shall we dispose of her? Kill her in front of him, or when he's gone. He should return in roughly five days. I need your opinion."

Gardon wrinkled his face in thought, then a smile tugged at the thin line of his pale lips. "I know exactly what you should do, your majesty. Excuse my forwardness." The king waved a dismissing hand.

"Think nothing of it." Gardon sneered, his wiry chin looking even smaller and giving him the impression of a rat, and proceeded to tell the kind of his plan. The king's simple grin turned into a full fledged smirk.

"I absolutely adore it."

~ ~ ~

A knock on her door interrupted Bulma's much needed and dreamless sleep. She sat up, half awake and only one eye open.

"Huh?" Chichi quietly opened her door and a stream of light flooded into the dark room. Bulma shielded her eyes.

"Bulma, are you awake?" Bulma snorted in response and shook her head.

"No, now go away." Chichi laughed and stood in the door way as Bulma dug her head under her pillow.

"I would but the king wants to see you." She gave a awkward glance behind her, then continued. "A funny looking man is here to take you. He looks like a rat, even his tail is all splotchy." Bulma grumbled and slowly sat up. She dressed in normal attire, not wanting to look good in front of any of Vegeta's relatives. She lagged out of her room and walked up to the man. Chichi was right. He did look like a rat. Bulma crossed her arms crankily.

"Let's go. What does a girl have to do to get some sleep around here?" The man just laughed. It made Bulma shiver. It was high pitched and dry, quick and seemingly painful. This man was strange.

He led her down the hall into the king's room. He bowed her in, a creepy smile etched on his old and wrinkly face. She quickly walked in, now wanting to be victim to that man's hideous stare any longer then needed.

The king was laying on his bed, and Bulma felt a sense of foreboding course through her body. She stopped right in front of the door as it was closed with a sickening bang behind her. King Vegeta smirked and stood up. He was much taller then she had thought, she had only seen him sitting down, twice. He walked over her and seemed to tower over her, and she didn't like it at all. Her fear must have shown because the king smirked wider.

"What's the matter? Not used to people so tall, are you?" He was, Bulma mused, obviously referring to Vegeta. A small feeling of protectiveness poked her brain but she sent it away. He hated her now, no sense in defending him. She shrugged indifferently. "Come, sit down. You must be tired." He glanced towards his bed and Bulma's heart pounded against her ribs. She shook her head.

"I'm fine." The king shrugged.

"Whatever. But at least come where I can see you. I'm sitting on my bed." She followed him and stood a few feet in front of the side of his huge bed. She clasped her hands in front of her and busied herself with studying the plush blue velvet carpet.

"You like it?" Bulma jumped at his sudden inquisition and nodded politely. "It can be yours." She gaped at him, not close to being prepared for a statement like that. She raised an eyebrow at his inquiry. "This whole room could've been yours. This whole entire world can be yours. But you poor thing, I saw how you loved my son. I was just going to warn you about how devious his ways can be, but it was too late. A young slave rushed to me and told me of how he broke your heart. I sent for you to see that your doing well under your current condition." She swallow tears at the invading memory, now poking and prodding it's way into her thoughts. The king put on a sympathetic look and stood up. He walked towards Bulma and touched her arm. She quickly tensed and withdrew. "You have no need to be so afraid around me. I am hear to help you. I wish to free you from your pain however I can." She grabbed one arm with her other and looked away. "Tell me how he has hurt you." Bulma shook her head. King Vegeta held out a hand. "Come now, don't be secretive with me. I can make you feel much better. Tell me, and don't worry, nothing will leave this room."

"I loved him so much," Bulma murmured to the floor. A tear splashed onto the blue floor and soon hundreds followed. Her face turned sour. "But he had to bring my hopes and dreams of one day winning and receiving his love to a crashing halt. He brought my world down in a cascade of broken glass. I am not as stable as he believes I am. Do you understand this?" she whispered to no one in particular. "He has walked all over my dreams, smashing my hope into the ground. And for that I hate him." She hugged herself. "But I can't hate him. No matter how much I want too, I just can't. And for that I hate him with all I have."

'What a dreamer. She hates him, but she doesn't? That doesn't make any sense. What foolishness. Oh well, I have to win her trust.' The king walked slowly over to the broken girl and put his hands on her shoulders. She gasped and tensed.

"You have to be more relaxed with me. I would never hurt you like my horrible son did." She relaxed just a little in his grasp, but not completely. His hold was cold and full of…something she couldn't quite place. What she didn't understand was Vegeta held her with such passion and curiosity. She had thought…she sighed, wanting to drop to the ground. It didn't matter what she had thought. It wasn't true.

"Now, Bulma, I will help you get revenge with my son, for he has hurt me greatly too, saying such horrible lies about me."

Hmmm…revenge…

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *breath* HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…etc.

What is the evil king planning? Will he win Bulma's trust? Is Bulma actually considering revenge? Find out next time on the next episode of…OMG, couldn't you just wrap your hands around those announcer's neck and just apply a little more and more pressure to their throat, slowly and wonderfully cutting off breath after breath, with their arms and legs flailing… *clears throat* yes, uh, well, we all share the same hatred of their sicken voice at our ears, mocking us because they know what's going to happen and we don't. The shame of it all.

Ok, see? The funny style writing is starting to wear off. I liked it while it lasted. *sigh* Hmmm. Oh well, who knows what tomorrow brings. *rumble* Ok, hungry. Snack time. Brb…Mmmmm, peppermint patties...

Me: *smiles stupidly* When I bit into a peppermint patty, I get the sensation… *TV appears out of no where* I'm watching my story, "Oysters" happening on DBZ! *eyebrows narrow as watching it* Wait just one damn minute. Jenni has black hair! Not brown! Stupid producers! Can't do anything right! *jumps into TV*

*announcer dude for those commercials runs on stage*

Announcer: Wait! You can't do that!

*My head pops out of the TV*

Me: You wanna bet??? This is MY sensation so fuck off!

Announcer: *Shakily* Peppermint Patties. Um……………get the sensation………………..?

~*Goten's Gal*~

P.s. *clasps hands in front of her and hangs head* I totally and sincerely apologize for that. I will make sure it never happens again…

(psh, yeah, uh huh, right…)