Disclaimer: So I forgot the fricken tails!!! So what?!?!

A/N: *clears throat* I am currently in an ok mood and eating nanner bread. Guess what???? *gasp* I found someone who rambles on more then I do!!!!! Wow!!!!!!

Chapter Fifteen

"Revenge?" Bulma whispered as the thought ran over and over in her mind. The king smirked.

"Yes, revenge. Revenge would be sweet, no?" He tightened his grip around her shoulders and for a moment she felt fear bubbling up from inside. But she quickly pushed it back down and swallowed deeply. She wretched herself from his cold grasp and turned to face him.

"No, I will not lower myself to that kind of pain causing. Yes, I'll admit he has hurt me more then I ever knew possible, but I will not hurt him back. I'm sorry, sire, but I can't." The king's plastered smile turned into an angry glare.

"Fine, but you have brought your fate upon yourself. There are only two sides to this, mine or my son's. If you wish to side with the losers, be my guest. But I will not accept you when realization dawns and you come crawling back." Bulma turned to leave.

"So be it," she snarled, and slammed the door behind her.

The king threw a ki blast at the window, shattering it, and yelled loudly in frustration. That stupid moron of a son still held her heart. King Vegeta growled, smashing his fists on his bed.

"I will not allow my son to take that onna as a mate, not in a million decades. I will have her for myself, and my son will feel great pain. Fine, I'll get her without trust." He suddenly smirked. "It should make it much more interesting."

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Bulma swallowed her scream but ran down the hall when she heard evidence of the king's anger, the sound of breaking glass. She stopped, panting, and gave herself a mental shake. That man wanted to only hurt Vegeta because Vegeta was a threat to his throne. Bulma shook her head. She decided that she would really update the GR, not for Vegeta's sake, but for her and her friends, so when Vegeta became strong enough to kill his father, they would be temporarily out of danger.

Walking down the hall soothed her pulsing nerves a small bit. She walked directly to her lab, where she made plans for a whole new, better GR for Vegeta when he came back.

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Meanwhile, on the purging mission…

"That was pointless. My father, ironically, lied to me," Vegeta snarled sarcastically, "these people are no threat to his reign. What a pathetic moron." The remains of the once cold and rocky planet floated around hopelessly in space. Goku shrugged.

"I dunno. Maybe your dad just wanted to get you away from Bulma. He's been watching her, you know."

"Don't you think I know that, baka?!? That has been driving me crazy! He has been watching her, lusting over her, right in front of my face, and I can't do anything to stop it," Vegeta spat, pacing a mark in the steel floor the ship.

"Well, maybe if you trained harder…" Goku quickly covered his mouth as the realization soon came that he shouldn't have said that. Vegeta fumed but said nothing.

"Don't you ever just want to…you know…hug Bulma?" Goku asked after ten minutes of silence.

"It doesn't work that way for me, baka. I can't just go up to her and do that."

"Why not?" Vegeta snorted.

"Because. Now just be quiet so I can think." Goku shrugged and busied himself with the window.

~ I know he is planning something. Kakkarot is right, all he wants me to do is get away from that woman so he can have a shot on her. I can't do this anymore. ~

"Landing in ten minutes." The computer's flat voice sounded through out the ship. Krillin sighed from his corner. He had missed 18.

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Chichi ran excitedly into the room followed nonchalantly by 18. Bulma was sitting on the chair, gazing off into space.

"Guess what?" Bulma didn't look at Chichi.

"Oh, I don't know. What could be so wonderful you're in such a great mood," Bulma stated, her voice flat and emotionless. Chichi gave her a weird look but shook it off.

"Goku is back!" Inwardly, Bulma winced, afraid that that might have been it. That meant Krillin would be back for 18, Goku back for Chichi, and no one back home for her. Bulma nodded in simply acknowledgement.

"Are you sure your ok? You've been sort of distant lately." Bulma again only nodded. Chichi shrugged and the two girls went to dress up for their guys when they returned. Bulma remained stiff in her chair, not moving when Chichi rushed out of the room, with 18 coolly following.

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Bulma sat at her lab desk, blankly staring down at her blue plans for the next project the king wanted. She didn't look up when the door to the lab was slammed open, and an all too familiar voice yelled at one worker to mind their own damn business.

Vegeta stormed up to the front of Bulma desk and put his hands on the edge, leaning forward into Bulma face, which she kept down in fake interest.

"Woman," he snarled quietly and dangerously, "what the fuck is wrong with that foul machine you made??" Bulma simply pushed forward directions on how to use it she had made before. She knew exactly that he would storm in like that.

Vegeta was suspicious at the fact she didn't look up at him with an angry glint in her eyes or shoot back a comment about him calling her beloved machine foul. He really hurt her that much. He took the sheet of paper, but didn't stand up straight.

"Go away. Everything is on that," she whispered. Vegeta lingered a few minutes, then walked out.

As soon as he was out of hearing range, she let out the breath she had been holding. She uncovered her new plans of a project she had working, and continued to mindlessly work.

It was a copy of the blue prints for the whole saiyan castle. And the floor plans for a space pod.

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"Jenni!" Bulma exclaimed as she opened the door. The little girl was stressed and tired, and Bulma quickly led her in. "Oh my god, where have you been." Jenni collapsed on a chair.

"Simply working, Bulma." Bulma raised her eyebrows, all self pity and distance forgotten at the moment.

"Working?!? What?" Bulma asked incredibly.

"I have cleaned this castle from top to bottom at least four times, washed every floor twice. Cook all of the meals for the last week for 'royalty' and just got back from weeding the royal garden, two sq. miles." Bulma's jaw dropped as Jenni bitterly named her chores.

"Holy crap! They can't do that! What does Vegeta say about it??" Jenni sighed.

"He doesn't let me do any chores for him, but that's all he really can do. The king is a ruthless man."

Don't I know it.

"Does that bastard work you like this all the time?" Jenni lowered her head.

"No." Bulma furrowed her eyebrows.

"Then why now?" Jenni looked away, trying to get interested in a decoration on the wall.

"Because he blames me for you loving my brother." Bulma gasped and put a hand up to her mouth.

"Are you serious?" A wave of anger flooded into Bulma's mind as she clenched her teeth. "That stupid, selfish bastard! How dare he do that! That's…oh, I oughta…" Jenni quickly shook her head.

"No Bulma, you can't do anything! Don't say anything, don't do anything. My brother will take care of it, I promise!" Bulma sighed and rubbed her temples. Life was suddenly becoming very complicated.

Jenni yawned widely and rubbed her eyes.

"I'm going to let you get some rest now, alright?" Jenni nodded and said a small 'goodnight' as Bulma walked out of the room.

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Laying in bed, realization dawned on Bulma.

Everyone is hurting because of my feelings. Jenni's hurting, Chichi and 18 are hurting, Goku and Krillin are hurting…hmm…everyone. Except for Vegeta, of course. I am just…oh, I don't know anymore. When I came here I was so light hearted and sure of myself, now I don't even know the full impact of my own pouting. I can't be here anymore. I just can't.

She slowly got up, and dressed. Taking three sheets of paper out of underneath her mattress, she quietly slipped out of her room. She quickly scribbled out a note on one of them;

Chichi, Goku, 18, Krillin, Jenni:

I decided I am hurting everyone more then me with my own selfish desires. Don't come after me, don't talk about me anymore, because if I'm lucky, I'll die out here. Love you all from the bottom of my heart. What's left of it, anyway.

Bulma

P.S. And tell Vegeta to walk softly, for he's walking on my dreams.

She sighed and set it on the counter, then tipped toed out of the three girl's main room. She stood with her back to her door, praying quietly to whoever would listen that her friends would be taken good care of. She let out a long breath, then opened one sheet of paper, and studied it well. It was the map leading to the ship compound. She began walking before tears started to swell in her eyes.

Ok, that was my shortest chapter ever, but as you must understand, I HAD TO end it there. Just had to. Really sorry. The next one will be 20 pages, I swear on everything that's holy. And that's why I put up this chapter with the other two. OK? I had to. Really. It was just thee greatest place to end.

Should she really be able to escape? ::insert your opinion here::

C'mon! I need help here! I'll leave these three chapters up for a week, and I'll tally up all of the votes. Stay. Go. Totally your choice. Now you can impact what you want to happen. Remember folks, majority rules. No, this is not some joke to get you to advertise for me and tell them to vote for what you want, though that's a great idea! Thanks! And if you even give me more ideas, like having Vegeta stop her from going or being there when she leaves or something, you might even count for *gasp* TWO POINTS! WOW!

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Jen: *pulls down eye and sticks out tongue* Can't tell you why I apologized, but you'll know in a mere second why later. ~.*, Yeah, so I can be pretty cruel. That's life. And you know what else? You and Sara are my most loyal reviewers! Congrats! And don't ever, EVER leave me!!!! No!!!!!!!!