Hey guys! I'm here again! Ugh...anybody have any ideas for curing a headache? I've got a killer one, and nothing seems to be helping it. Ok, I'm gonna hop right into the plugs for this chap.... Go check out woogster's fic "A proud love" It's a V/B get together, but it's a bit different from most... Saiyan-Angel's fic "Trunks' friend" Is a nifty lil fic about how Trunks and Goten became friends. Hello has a nice lil A/U fic on how Goku and Bulma became friends, and Kahlan Nightwing's fic "Dimensions of you" is an truly awesome B/V A/U. And of course, there's my usual plug for Crystalline Maxwell, if you're a Gundam Wing fan, or even if you aren't, then go check out her fics. And tell her I sent ya. Lol. okie, check out all of those wonderful ficcies, I promise, they're well worth the time it takes. And a big hello to..well, hello... Don't worry bout it girly, still love ya anywayz... drop me a line sometime :)

Now, on a more "serious" note. There's only a couple of chaps left people! Can you believe it? Hell, I'm the author, and I can't even believe it. I'm still on the hunt for fanart, for both this fic, and for my page, even with woogster drawing me pics. Speaking of which, i need to apologize to Crystalline, I called her mean in the last chap cuz she was making me wait for my pic... but she so...lovingly...pointed out that she didn't have a scanner either. So, I would like to clarify something. She's a meanie, without a scanner. :) Oh, and Veggie's a bit of...an ASS in this chap,. nothin too bad, though, just..well, YOU read it... Ok, I think I'm done rambling now..... Nah, maybe not..... Hmm...could be (This is really just a plot to make the chap bigger) Ladidadidadida! ok, ON WITH THE FIC!!!

Disclaimer: Sorry I'm not home right now, I'm walking into spider webs, but leave a message and I'll call you back!

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Last time, on The Vow:

"I already knew you were there, Vegeta. I'm not as stupid as you'd like to think I am, you know." Yamcha told him, never once turning to face him. "And don't glare at me like that. YES, I know I've lost my mind for letting her go, and YES, you're right about the other man being you. Oh, and NO I don't have the slightest idea as to why I'm doing this." Yamcha said, before standing, and turning to face the Saiyan Prince. His eyes were bloodshot, and swollen, and his cheeks were still wet from freshly fallen tears. He glanced at Vegeta for just a second, before turning, gathering his things, and walking slowly to the door. He turned again, and said the words that he never thought he would have to say. "Take care of her man, she deserves it." And with that, he was gone, leaving Vegeta behind to think over what the younger warrior had told him.

"I intend to." He said aloud, before exiting the room, via the balcony, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

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Bulma woke early the next morning, and sat up, her sleep clouded brain not yet registering where she was. She glanced around the room, a rather confused look on her face, before reality finally dawned on her, and she let out a small groan. She laid back quickly on the uncomfortable mattress, her body making a soft thud as it hit.

"Well, at least I get to go home today." She said aloud, before rolling over on her side, and giving a small shriek at what she saw.

"Well woman, I always said you were crazy, I just didn't think you were one of those `split personality' types. Honestly, I leave you alone for 5 minutes, and you start talking to yourself." A gruff voice told her, the underlying laughter evident.

"Oh, can it Vegeta. My back feels like someone dropped a sumo wrestler on it, my head feels like it's been run over by a Mack Truck, and well, we won't even get into what ELSE hurts." She told him smugly, before rolling back over, and pulling the thin blanket back up to her chin.

"Well, now, THERE'S that wonderful personality of yours. So, tell me woman, I trust the tests you spoke of went well?" He asked her, his voice betraying more concern than her would have originally liked.

"As far as I know, but they won't have the full results back for a few weeks. Ugh... I swear, Vegeta, if you EVER so much as look at me in a seductive way again, I'll kill you." She told him, her hands absentmindedly attempting to rub the soreness from her lover back, but to no avail.

"Oh, don't act like I was the only one who had anything to do with this! You wanted it as bad as I did, if not more, so quit trying to play the innocent one." He said aloud, before leaning in so that his face was merely inches away from her own. "Besides, it's not like it was THAT good." He teased, enjoying the fire that ignited into her blue eyes at his words. He expected an explosion from her, but was shocked to find that she merely smiled, and winked as him, her eyes never breaking contact from his own.

"Well, Vegeta. At least there's one thing we can agree on." She told him, reveling in the defeated look that crossed his tanned features, even if it WAS only for a brief second. "The medicine's not so great when someone else is dishing it out, is it?" She said with a smile, before leaning in closer, and brushing her lips across his own, making his eyes bulge from his head.

He sat there for a moment after she pulled away, taking the time to calm his heart, which whether he would like to have admitted it or not, was beating MUCH faster than normal. He sat himself down on the edge of her bed, and raised him hand, to rub his temple's slightly, in an attempt to clear her image from his mind.

He failed, miserably.

"Vegeta? Are you ok? You look a bit...pale." She smirked, using his own words against him, much to his obvious displeasure. She sighed, before placing a hand on his arm, only to have it violently shaken off. "...Vegeta?...." She asked him softly, relieved when he gave her a quick grunt in response. She too, expected an eruption, or at the very least, an argument, but he remained silent. He finally turned to look at her, and when he did, it was all she could do to keep from gasping. His scowl was still present on his hardened features, but his eyes told a different story. They looked...lost, and even a bit sad, but she watched the emotions flicker across them intently, until they showed her one that she knew all to well from the Saiyan Prince.

Hate.

She backed away from him quickly, snapping her hand away from him, as if she'd been burned. Vegeta bared his teeth at her, and moved from the bed, so fast, in fact that she neither felt, nor saw even the tiniest movement.

"Vegeta! I'm sorry! I guess I interpreted the situation wrong. I thought you...oh, never mind, I really am sorry though." She said solemnly, her eyes concentrating on a tiny crack in the tile floor.

"Yes, you DID interpret it wrong. You honestly believed you meant something to me? You're nothing more than a common whore in my book woman, and NOTHING would make me happier, than to see you, and that bastard child of yours dead. But, seeing as how I don't think that's going to be happening, I'll take my leave now. And I would strongly advise that you don't follow me human or I guarantee, it will be the last mistake you EVER make." He shot back at her, adding a smirk to the package. He almost cracked when he saw her tears begin to fall, but he merely laughed, a cold hollow laugh, and turned on his heel quickly. He walked through the door to her room, and down the long brightly lit corridor, never once turning or looking back. If anyone had seen him though, and gotten a close enough look at his face, they might have seen the sorrowful look there, or the lone tear that drifted down his cheek, falling quietly to the floor below, a grin reminder of yet another failure of the proud Saiyan Prince.

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Bulma wiped her tear soaked face, and laid back on her bed. Her expression was a pained one, and her heart felt as though it had been ripped to shreds. She had been heartbroken when Yamcha left her, this was true, but this...this was different, it hurt more, or differently. She stared through the window for a moment, before taking a deep breath, drying her swollen eyes, and reaching for the phone.

Yamcha's phone rang six times, before she finally relented, and hung up. She went to replace the phone on its cradle, but decided to place one more call instead.

Goku's phone rang twice, before a cheery young boy answered.

"Gohan? It's Bulma...is your dad home? I really need to talk to him." She said quietly. The child was silent for a moment, before answering her question, his voice too, much lower and depressed than it had been before.

"Yes, Bulma, he's here. Are you ok? You don't sound so good." He told her kindly. "Is there anything you need? I can come over there if you want." Gohan asked warily, the tone of his voice catching her completely off guard.

"No, I'm ok Gohan, I just need a favor from your dad. Actually, can you just tell him that I need to talk to him, and to come to the hospital as soon as he gets the chance?" She asked, the calm facade that she had tried to put on with the boy slipping farther with every word she spoke.

"Sure Bulma, I'll tell him, and I'm sure he'll be there in just a few minutes, ok? Just hang in there." The young boy told her, and Bulma sighed aloud. Sometimes that boy was too advanced for his own good.

Bulma hung up the phone, and turned back to the window, only to find a VERY unhappy Goku standing there, a look of understanding on his handsome features. She held her tears back for as long as she could, but eventually they fell anyway. Goku was by her side in an instant, cradling her shaking form, and giving her the only reassurance he could.

"Shh..Hey, now, what happened? You were fine last night. Is this about Yamcha?" He asked. He already knew what her answer would be, but he had to make sure, before jumping to conclusions.

"Can you promise me something, Goku?" She asked once she found her voice again. It was still shaky, but he heard her, and she knew it.

"Sure Bulma, you know I will." He reassured her, his voice calm and reassuring.

"If anything ever happens to me, promise me you'll never let Vegeta have Trunks. Please...I...I don't know what he'd do to him." She choked out, her tears falling yet again, despite her obvious efforts to stop them.

"I think I'm going to need a bit more information here, Bulma. Why do you think Vegeta would do to him? And what makes you think something's gonna happen to you?" He asked her, a knot forming tightly in his stomach, trying to tell him that he wasn't going to like her answer.

"Just promise me, please. And tell Vegeta that some wishes come true, without the dragon balls, he should understand that. And send Gohan and Chichi my love, and I love you too, Goku. Just please, tell him that for me." She said, before giving him a quick hug, and leaning back to lay on the bed once more.

"I will Bulma, I don't understand it, but I will. You get some rest, ok? Your parents said they'd be here to pick you up, and don't hesitate to call me if you need anything." He told her, before giving her hand a reassuring squeeze, and placing two fingers to his head. With that, he was gone as quickly as he had come, leaving a broken woman lying on the bed, crying yet again.

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There, I know it was short, but it's here none-the-less, I'm already working on the next chap, but in order for things to work the way I want, i had to cut it off here, Once again, I'm still lookin for fanart, and of course, reviews are nice to have too. Oh, and POAS, no need to beat me, I always come back, sooner or later. :) If you've got any fanart you want me to post on my site, drop me a line at shorty16_69@hotmail.com love you guys! Till next time! Ja ne!