Hi all!, Chapter 13 is here at last!!: As you know this is my first attempt at a DBZ romance so I'm like.... So totally excited here!! Hehehe! But anyhow, lets get this Rollin'. Well, as you might have guessed it...I am not through yet! I have so much more to go till this ficcy is done!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DB series whatsoever. This story is written for the pure soul purpose of entertainment of its readings. No money will be made. Thanks! So, please don't sue me! I don't have any money! ^_~ I do own The Watcher and misc chars that make their little appearances here and there. If you wish to use them, that includes "The Watcher", please ask for permission first. Thank you!! ^_^

AN: Okay, I know what you guys thought from last time. Why was chappy 12 so dang short?!! Well, I donno why. I thought a little more Yamcha bashing would tickle everyone's fancy, but I guess not. However, This chappy will be longer, so no worries. ^_^ But guess what...an unexpected quest is going to make his premiere in this chappy! It's quite the twist.

Wishful dreams, tattered hearts

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Chapter Thirteen

Bulma jumped as she watched Yamcha scream, then fall down silent again. Bulma rushed to Yamcha's side, her heart pounding her chest. "Yamcha" she called out, shaking him slightly. No answer. Bulma tried again, no answer came from him but a slight whimper. He then fell silent again. No moving all except for the small heaving patterns caused by the breathing.

Bulma looked him over, trying to fathom what just happened. When she walked in, she saw him in distress. Bulma rushed over to him, standing beside him. When she got to him, he sat up and screamed, eyes still closed tightly. Bulma watched when his screams of terror silenced, then he fell back against the soft hospital pillows, back what looks like a state of a coma. Bulma placed a hand on his neck, checking for his Vidal signs. They were rapid, but slowly steadying down. Bulma sighed in relief. He gave her a jump-start at the sudden outburst.

Bulma took the covers that has fallen off the bed, and covered him up. As Bulma did so, she for the first time noticed the bad shape he was in. He had bandages all over his body. Some had a hint of blood seeping through the white bandage. Bulma also noticed how pale he was. `Probably from all the blood loss' she said to herself. That's when she noticed the blood IV that connected to his left arm, the water IV was on the right. Bulma sighed, "Poor Yamcha" she said, finishing up covering him. Looking him over, Bulma now satisfied, went to a chair and sat down. Watching Yamcha in this condition was heartbreaking. She watched him breathe and moan slightly, before he went quiet again.

Bulma watched him unaware that she was slowly drifting off to sleep. That's where The Watcher was waiting for her...

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Bulma found herself walking along a meadow. A beautiful colorful meadow that stretched for as far as the eyes could fathom or even try to comprehend. Bulma giggles

As she twirled around in circles. Picking a flower, Bulma stopped to smell its sweet scent. Bulma smiled as the scent of soft roses filled her nostrils. A sudden clasp of thunder rocked through the sky, causing Bulma to jump. Bulma looked overheard to see an angry overcast rise and circle into black clouds. Bulma froze. She didn't like the look of the weather. Bulma then felt a soft drop land on her arm. `Aww man!, now I have to be caught in the rain' Bulma looked around, trying to find somewhere to shelter for the night, but she found nothing but a now gloomy meadow. Picking up her pace, Bulma was in a dead run, holding her arms high over her head to help block the now pouring rain. Thunder clasped and lightning shot through the sky as Bulma ran for cover.

Bulma was now soaked. Her once beautiful woven hair was wet and limp in a heap of

A mess. Bulma finally, what seems forever, made it out of the clearing and into a...desert!!?! Bulma gasped. As far she could see, it was a dry barren desert. Bulma couldn't believe this. One minute it was meadow, now it's a dry dessert. Bulma looked back and what shocked her once more was the fact the two scenes were actually separated from one another. Bulma looked along the line. On the meadow side, it was pouring rain, and on the desert side it was as dry as could be. Bulma suddenly felt a hot wind blow around her, causing a small sand dust devil to form. It quickly died off before the winds picked up from the west. Bulma looked into the wind. She squinted, trying to look what appeared to be a figure walking towards her. Bulma covers her eyes from the sun as she watched the figure approach her slowly.

Then just as sudden as the wind changed, the figure came in to view. He was a middle-aged man. In his middle 50's perhaps, but as he got closer, he looked pretty solid for someone who is his late 50's. He approached her silently; his stature and true form came into focus. He stood between 5'10 or 6 feet tall. Bulma noted the red, blue, and gold attire he was wearing on or around his white armor. His long cape flowed in the wing gracefully as he walked to her. When he finally was in recognizing distance, Bulma's mouth dropped open in shock. What she saw, she couldn't believe. This man looked like Vegeta! He has his eyes, his hair, and his mighty presence of royalty. But to her shock, there was not a frown on his handsome face, but a smile. Bulma stood in shock; she didn't think there was a Vegeta look a like. But here was. Standing before her, looks and all. The only thing he was missing was the smirk. Bulma grinned. Now that she thought about it, she would miss that sexy
smirk of his.

"Hello, Bulma I presume?" he asked, looking her over.

Bulma nodded, "Yes, I am Bulma. Who are you?" she asked, eyeing him.

The stranger smiled, "My name is King Vegeta. Once ruled to the Planet Vegeta," He formally announced.

Bulma's mouth was slightly ajar now. "You" she started, "You wouldn't happen to be Prince Vegeta's father, would you?" she asked in disbelief.

King Vegeta nodded, "Yes. He is my son. My only son" he said, a hint of sadness burned in his raven eyes.

Bulma nodded, "Okay...I thought so. You and him...well, share a resemblance in likeness" Bulma looked the King over with a grin. He did look like Vegeta. He even had his looks. `Dang, he is a hunk for an old man' Bulma's grin grew wider when she noticed the King blush.

The King did blush...30 different shades of red. "Thank you Bulma" he said, as if he heard her compliments.

Bulma blinked, shocked. `Had he heard me?"

King Vegeta nodded, "Yes, I did. In the World of Dreams anything is possible" he answered.

Bulma was puzzled. What was the World of Dreams?

King Vegeta answered. "It's the world between the living world and afterlife. It's a dimension where the dead souls go when they're too troubled or banished." He answered.

Bulma let that sink in before she asked, "If that is the case, why are you here now?" Bulma eyed him curiously.

King Vegeta sighed, shifting on his feet he began to explain. "I am here on my own. Sent by the keepers to inform you that you, my son, your friends, and your family are being hunted" he said, almost hushed.

Bulma gasped, "Who is it?"

King Vegeta shrugged, "No one knows. But The Grand Kai knows. He is the one that banished him to the World of Dreams in the first place"

"How did you find out about who banished him?" Bulma asked.

Kind Vegeta didn't have a chance to answer, because all around them, voices could be heard:

"Get out of there!"

"Run!"

"Find the Crystal of Life"

He's coming..."

Bulma's mouth went wide. `Where have she heard those voices before!?"

King Vegeta had an answer to that question, "You had a nightmare awhile again. The hunter came to you and tormented you. Those are the voices that warn his victims before he kills" he answers, looking around him wildly. He then grabbed Bulma's hand, running with her. "Come we must leave at once!"

Bulma was not panting, "He's coming, right?"

King Vegeta nods. "Yes, if we do not get out of his way, he'll get us" he said, a little winded.

Sudden, out of nowhere, a laugh roars through the desert. King Vegeta and Bulma stop in their tracks. "Uh-oh" Bulma says. Vegeta growls low, prepared for a fight.

"My King My King....did you think you could outrun me?" a voice rang in the wind.

"Who are you hunter?" King Vegeta growled, looking around. Searching for The Watcher.

The Watcher laughed once again, causing the wind to howl as if in pain. "My name is of no concern...as of yet. But I assure you, you will know in time. I promise." He cooed mockingly.

Bulma's heart ran a hundred miles an hour. Her dream flooding back. She knew who this guy was. He was her hunter. He was the one who has been tormenting her and causing her to jump even at the tiniest sound. Bulma held tight to King Vegeta. Bulma was not shaking all over. Bulma could see the wind pick up and swirl around them, causing a wall to whip around them. It grew fast as it roared. Bulma could feel it whip around her, causing her to hold her arms over her face. Squinting, she saw King Vegeta to the same, fighting to stand upright but failing miserably.

King Vegeta struggled with everything in him to get to Bulma. He had to send her back. And fast. Ducking as low as he could, he struggled with every ounce of his strength. When he finally made it to her, they were both swept off their feet into the air. King Vegeta Grabbed onto Bulma and pulled her to him. "Listen to me young one" he started. "Warn your friends, your loved ones...and....my son. Warn him. He may not believe you at first, but if the hunter got to him, then he might reason. Hurry...do everything you can do stop this beast" he said beast with a snarl.

Bulma nodded, "I will King Vegeta. Thank you" she grinned. To her shocked, he grinned back.

"Farwell Bulma..." he said before he chanted a few words.

Bulma was surrounded with a bright light, then she was falling. Falling down in a swirl of while and dust. Sudden, she heard a voice.

"Ms. Briefs..."

Bulma fell into the end. Bulma shot straight up, covered in sweat. Bulma gasped for breath. When her eyes focused, she looked up to see a familiar face. It was Yolanda.

"Ms. Briefs...are you alright?" she asked, concerned.

Bulma nodded, panting for breath. Her heart was racing, but it was slowing to normal once again. "Yolanda....how's Yamcha?" she asked, looking over at Yamcha to see him resting in his coma.

Yolanda blinked, "He's fine Ms. Briefs" then she added, "Are you alright?"

Bulma nodded, "Yes, I'm fine Yolanda. I just had a nightmare" she held a hand on her face. Sighing, she felt her racing heart slow back to normal once again, but then she realized she had to carry out a promise she had made. So, scooping her purse, her keys, and her jacket she turned to Yolanda "Yolanda, keep an eye on Yamcha please" she said, concerned yet solemnly serious.

Yolanda cocked her head, but nodded, "Alright. I'll make sure he has round the clock supervision"

Bulma smiled, "Thank you Yolanda"

Yolanda nodded, "No problem Ms. Briefs"

And with that Bulma rushed out to warn the first person that popped into her mind...Vegeta.

Hi guys! Whew! That was a long chappy, but its done! Sooooo, wha's you peeps think? Good?? Boring? Awesome? You stink??! What?? Tell me! R/R please!!!! Ja ne!!