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A/n: Oh god, hehe…that was good one, neh? Hey, for all of you people out there who have loyally reviewed my story, go check out "It Takes All Kinds". It's going to be even better then this. After all, this was my first fic. :)

Ok, here's apology. I absolutely suck at fighting scenes, and kissing scenes. So gomen but that's all your going to get down there until my next fic…k? :( I'm sorry, I really am…

Chapter Nineteen

Bulma watched in complete horror as the small blast of ki shot straight through Jenni's chest and pole, finally disintegrating against the stone wall a few hundred yards back. As cruel reality sunk in, the tears began to flow and the special place Jenni had in her heart began to crumble. She felt helpless, and not just physically. This was the sweet little girl who basically hooked her brother up with Bulma. This was the little girl who had taught her so many things about life and how to live it. This was the little girl who gave her life for someone else's.

As Jenni's body hung limp in the restraints, her head to her chest, Vegeta's anger and sadness was mixing inside. It was bubbling up like it had never before. He roared and the mixture of everything, his passionate feelings for Bulma, his love for his sister, the brutal death of his mother, the jealously and the need to make people miserable of his father, all of it swirled together inside of him, creating the biggest power surge he had ever experienced. As his energy level rose, he fought to control sanity. The only thing that kept him on this side of the moon was his woman. She kept looking at him with such love in her teary eyes, making sure he was alright. He had never loved a person more and he would rather be sent to hell then see her die too.

The fear of losing her and his anger pushed him over the edge. He roared again, and his hair began to flickered from jet black to a sharp gold. His eyes began changing from an deep ebony to an even deeper blue-ish green. As his muscles began to increase in mass, he reached over and bent the bars with ease. All the while his father was watching with…a cross between fear and amusement. But as the bars began to snap beneath his son's hands, his look was or pure terror.

Vegeta stepped out of the cage and took one glance at his woman. Her eyes were wide in shock but the tears still fell. She wiggled around a little bit. But before he could move, his father flew as fast as he could over to Bulma.

Bulma screamed as he pointed a ki beam right at her head.

"If you come any closer, I will," the king snarled and increased the size of the light in his hand.

Vegeta froze but growled deep in his throat. "If you lay one hand on her I will kill you even slower then I plan to." Vegeta took a step forward, and Bulma shut her eyes as she could feel the heat from his hand getting closer.

"Don't even move." Vegeta crossed his arms.

"You expect me to sit here while you threaten the only thing that matters to me?" Bulma seemed taken aback by this but Vegeta didn't take any obvious notice. "I would rather die." The king's sneer turned into a smirk.

"You would rather die, eh?"

"You heard me, you bastard." The king put his hand down and Bulma let out the breath she was holding.

"I'll make a deal with you. I can kill you, and she stays alive."

"Fine by me." Bulma whimpered and began to cry again. Vegeta opened his arms as if he was going to embrace something.

"Hit me, old man." King Vegeta narrowed his eyes and shot a ki blast straight at his son. But just before impact, somehow his son turned up behind him.

Vegeta grabbed his father's neck and whispered in his ear, "Don't ever threaten something that's mine. Now you die." Vegeta threw his father against the ground. "You know what? Since I'm not that bad of a guy, I'll let you die right now." And with one shot, the man who had made Vegeta's life a living hell passed into hell himself.

"Vegeta…" Bulma cried out weakly and Vegeta quickly untied her and when she fell, he grabbed her shoulders to steady her.

All of a sudden, she lurched forward and wrapped her arms around him, crying heavily. He embraced her back gently.

"Woman…" Bulma could hear his voice quiver.

"Just cry, Vegeta. It helps." A sting of pride poked it's way into Vegeta's mind.

"I'm the prince of all saiyans, I don't…"

"Don't give me that crap. You're the king now, so cry all you damn want." He buried his face into her aqua hair as tears fell down his cheeks. Bulma squeezed his waist and a few minutes later, he stood up straight and scooped Bulma up into his arms. He carried her over to a bench.

"Woman…I…" He paused, then reached down and stroked Bulma's stained face. He bent his head down and kissed her.

At first she was surprised at his action, but the feel of his warm, soft lips against hers was what she had wanted for a long time.

They shared a few moments of bliss together, then broke for a breath. She felt tears of mixed pain and joy overwhelm her again, and was glad when he pulled her head against his chest. Bulma cried. She buried her head into Vegeta's muscled shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her protectively. Her tears were of mixed emotions, of sadness and joy, happiness and pain, all together in one mumbled up pile she knew she could never sort out. Everything she had bottled up inside of her, all that she had held in for so long, she let out in a cry of relief, pain, and joy. Tears fell for the memory of the sweet, innocent little Jenni, so small but such a huge heart, dying for their sake. Giving her life for others. She cried, remembering her parents, all they had built her on in such short eight years. And the letter they had written her. Oh, the letter. She sobbed harder, body shaking, thinking of those last few paragraphs.

The saiyans have come. They have destroyed everything, even us. But do not let your heart be hardened with hate. The saiyans are cold and cruel on the outside, but don't let that fool you. Once in a great while, there is a pearl inside an oyster, you just have to get inside the shell. Do not ignore your heart, no matter what it says. Give every man a chance, or you just might regret it. A partner will make you happy, no matter what you may think.

We love you, dearest angel, and always will. We will always be with you, no matter where you are or what you do. In your mind, heart, and soul.

Again, do not let your heart be cold and ruthless, for that isn't who you are. You will find your pearl and be happy, we know you will. We love you with everything we have, and you'll always be our angel. Never, ever give up.

Thank you mother and father, thank you Jenni, with all my heart and soul, for helping me find my oyster.

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Oh man, it's over. Yup, dat is the end. *bows* thank you, thank you. Did you like it? Good place to end? Help me here. I need input! *pulls out a blow horn* GET OUT THERE AND REVIEW PEOPLE! MOVE IT, MOVE IT, MOVE IT!

~*~Darkstar~*~

p.s. Ok, I'll put up an epilogue. Ok? Fine.

p.p.s. Okay, for all of you who are wondering about my next fic, here's a little sample, k?

"Hey Chi," she asked over her shoulder as she fluttered her wings lightly to wake them up, "where's that stuff you made yesterday? You know, the stuff that relieves morning stiffness. I think I slept on my arm wrong." Chichi's only reply was a muffled snort and she shifted underneath the blankets. "Never mind then, I bet training is better then any potion you can make…" Bulma had a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she strolled over to her closet. Chichi sat up and with a death glare at her friend, pointed to the window sill where a small bottle sat. Bulma grinned. "Thanks."

Bulma picked up the small bottle and a spoon on her desk. The dark pink liquid spilled out in an uneven flow onto the spoon. She stole a glance at 18, who was still doing her push ups but looking at Bulma, waiting for her reaction. Bulma eyed the pink goop, closed her eyes, and downed it in one gulp. At first a sour look displayed across her face, but soon she shook her head and smiled. A flicker of white-blue light crackled down her body for a second, and she grinned and cracked her knuckles.

"Good stuff, only it could use sugar or something…You know," Bulma said thoughtfully, "It kinda reminds me of Pepto-Bismol…"

Ok, I'm rating it R so I can get some attention, ok? Don't worry. No lemons or anything. I cannot do those. Don't worry and keep in touch man! I expect very good things for that next story…It's called, "It Takes All Kinds" and go read it!

p.p.p.s. Ok, I'm sorry this was so short. A very short fic. But the next one will be much better, I promise. Scouts honor…

p.p.p.p.s. Never was a girl scout…no, but it will be better, k?