disclaimer: .... I don't know who owns dbz, I know I don't and that no one else here owns it either..... I think that Toriyama guy owns it...


However.... I do own Ruika




My Fault (part 4)



"How did everything go?"

"Fine Dende."

"Bulma's gonna fix my ship... Though Vegetasan kinda told her to."

Dende was confused. "Why would he do anything nice for you?"

"We know each other. Which reminds me, he'll be by later... he didn't say when."

"Oh. Well thank you for telling me. It's just hard to imagine him being 'nice.' I truly think he doesn't... take good care of his wife and son, if you know what I mean."

"He has a son? He better not be doing what you think he may be doing."

"Or what?" Dende asked.

"Hopefully he remembers how I feel about that."

"About what?" Piccolo didn't know what Ruika was referring to.

"... Nothing."



Vegeta landed on the lookout. "Where's Ruika?" he asked with the trademark harshness in his voice.

"Sh-she's in her room." Dende was silently cursing Piccolo for taking off and meditating. The Saiyan continued to stare at him. "... I'll take you to her."



Dende knocked on the door. "Ruika?"

A voice was heard from within. "Yes?"

"Vegeta is here."

The door was opened. "Thank you Dende. I'd like to be alone."

Vegeta went into the room and closed the door behind him. She immediately wrapped her arms around him. "What's wrong my Rika?"

"It's all gone."

"Please tell me."

"No." She faked a smile. "I wanna know how you've been."

"Well, Freiza has finally been defeated.... twice. And its been a long time since we had any major battles. The last time it was a couple of mechanical creatures. And all the while its been Saiyans winning these battles."

"Still so stuck on yourself and your race. You know I have nothing to be proud of. So what of your family?"

"I got married and had a kid." Ruika opened her mouth. "He's seven."

"I would think you would care more about family. Seeing how you never had it for long, and seeing what my broken family has done for me."

"Stop blaming yourself. Your brother's death had nothing to do with you."

"Yes it did! I coulda stopped it all from happening. It's all My Fault!" She started crying. "And I had visions about my home burning, and I told everyone, and no one believed me. So I let it happen! I just didn't care! Everyone is gone!"

"Ruika! Calm down!" He held onto her tightly. "It's their fault for not listening to you. They should've known better."

She cried even harder. "Every one of us was made to suffer, everyone of us was made to bleed. Take me from the wreckage, save me from the blast."

"Rika, you've got to calm down. We aren't alone."



Outside the room Dende and Piccolo were listening in on their conversation.

"Poor girl," Dende said. Piccolo also had a look of concern on his face. "What blast is she talking about?"

"I don't know. Maybe we should let her stay here." Dende looked at him. "Well seeing how Vegeta seems to be the only friend she has." 'Yeah right, you just want her to be with you.'

"True. But I thought you didn't want her here any longer than she needed to be?"

"Or we could try asking the dragon."

"Don't cover it up. You are starting to have feelings for her. Why, I don't know. Don't hide it from her."