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**A/N: I haven't written a DBZ fic in ages guys so mind me if I'm a bit rusty. Also, please review if you can. Even if it says' "good" I'll be happy!! And one more thing, if I don't update for like a week, I will I promise. School is really rough these days boy!! Feelin' Da Heat! ** Sorry if they're any errors.

Chapter 6

"I don't like that man Kakarot," Bulma said through clenched teeth. Kakarot looked at her and sighed. Zarbon was standing by the door conversing with someone.

"Sorry Bulma, once Vegeta has employed him, you're good as gone, unless you apologize,"

"You know I'm not going to apologize to that…"

"Maybe I can talk to him," Kakarot said. Bulma nodded.

"Please," she said. He looked at her and he stood up.

"Eat. For me ok?" he said touching her hand. She held back tears and nodded.

"Thank you Kakarot," she said. He nodded and left the room, nodding to Zarbon as he passed.

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"Vegeta can I see you?" Kakarot said through the speakerphone.

"Come in Kakarot," said Vegeta. Kakarot entered the room and saw Vegeta sitting behind his desk with papers all over it. "What do you want Kakarot?" Vegeta asked. Kakarot nervously wrung his hands and sighed.

"Well, It's actually about Bulma."

"What about her?" Vegeta asked looking up. Kakarot began to sweat.

"Well, uh, you see,"

"It's Zarbon isn't it?" he asked with an evil grin. Kakarot sighed.

'Yes Vegeta; now don't you think that you're taking this thing a little too seriously?" he asked. Vegeta smirked.

"What is it? Is she scared?" he asked eagerly. Kakarot eyed him.

"Is this a whole big sham just to scare her?" he asked. Vegeta shrugged.

"Maybe," he said carelessly. Kakarot nodded.

"Very well then. Are you making Zarbon leave?" he asked. Vegeta shrugged.

"Maybe, if she's willing to apologize," he said. Kakarot rolled his eyes.

"Oh come on Vegeta, you're acting like a little kid," he said. Vegeta glared at him.

"Shut the hell up Kakarot," he snapped. Kakarot shook his head.

"Listen Vegeta, you're acting like when we were kids. Just give Bulma a chance. You know she's just as stubborn as you are and that's why she absolutely refuses to apologize. Don't you see, you two are-"

"We two are what? Perfect for each other? Is that what you want to say Kakarot? Do you think that I, Vegeta, the Prince of All Saiya-jins would marry a mere onna?" Vegeta bellowed. Kakarot looked at him and sighed.

"Never mind, I thought that I could talk some sense into you but-"

"Bring her to me." Vegeta said. Kakarot looked at him. "I will do no harm to her, just bring her," he said. Kakarot nodded and left the room. He made his way back to the kitchens and he found Zarbon leaning against the door.

"Where's Bulma?" he asked. Zarbon cocked an eyebrow.

"And what do you want Kakarot?" Zarbon asked.

"I want to speak to Bulma. Vegeta wants to see her," he said. Zarbon moved aside.

"I do not like the idea of you being with my prisoner, but I do know that you are the only one truly honest Saiya-jin," Zarbon said coyly. Kakarot didn't reply but rather made his way inside. He met Bulma still eating. She rose up when she saw him.

"Vegeta wants to see you," he said. She looked at him.

"Ok, lets go," she said. He nodded and they left the room.

****

Vegeta paced up and down the room waiting for Kakarot and Bulma to arrive. What would he say to her? He became frustrated and he sat down in his chair. He pounded his fist on the desk and then the door slid open. Kakarot entered and Bulma was behind him. "Leave us," he said to Kakarot.

"But-"

"Just leave us, you can wait by the door if you wish Kakarot," Vegeta said. Kakarot sighed knowing that it was no use. He turned to Bulma and touched her shoulder. She managed a small smile and watched as he left. When the door slid shut she turned to Vegeta.

"So, what did I do this time to be called into your presence? Isn't it bad enough that you're killing me in a week's time?" He looked at her slyly.

"You actually thought that I was going to kill you?" he asked. She shrugged and made her way to the chair that was in front the desk.

"Can I sit?" she asked. He shrugged.

"What ever you want." He said. She sat down and looked at him.

"What's your problem Vegeta?" she asked. He looked at her.

"I don't seem to know. Why don't you tell me?" he asked. She rolled her eyes.

"I have no time to waste Vegeta, what the hell did you call me here for?" she asked. He looked into her eyes and smiled wickedly.

"Well, how would you like to spend an afternoon with me Bulma?" She looked at him.

"Um, no offence, but, have you lost your freaking mind?" she inquired. He laughed.

"You know what, maybe that's for you to find out," he said. She looked at him.

"Are you serious?" she asked. He nodded.

"Are you still going to kill me?"

"Not if you apologize."

"You're still bitching about that?"

"Of course I am,"

"Fine, if I have a good time I'll apologize. Deal?"

"Fine. Deal."

****

Yamcha was in the gym working out. He flexed his muscled and then he aimed for the punching bag again. "Find a wife?" he muttered while he punched the bag. He continued to build up a sweat until he felt a pang of tiredness. He wiped the sweat from his brow and he made his way towards the door. He left the gym and made his way to his chambers. He went in the shower and he turned on the hot water. The water poured down and he sighed. Bulma. What a woman. She was beautiful, smart, and she had a great personality. But it seemed as though she was slipping away from him. He remembered when they used to get along, and now they hardly saw each other. He sighed and continued with his shower. Maybe he would look for her later. And maybe they could go down to the little spot where they had met. Yeah, that would be nice, he though as the water splashed. That would be just great.

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Bulma sat on a stool by the window and 18 combed her hair. They were talking about stuff that had happened to them back home and Chi Chi had been out for some time with Goku, as they now called Kakarot. "Yeah, and do you remember that time when that guard Tien slipped in the court? His pants got snagged on his sword and it ripped!" Bulma said. They both laughed and the door slid open. Kakarot and Chi Chi stepped in. She was smiling and she looked utterly radiant. Kakarot's arm was wound around her waist and he was smiling too.

"Oh, hey guys," she said when they came in.

"Hey Chi, hey Goku," said 18. Bulma smiled at them warmly.

"Hey 18, hey Bulma," Kakarot said. Chi Chi ran over to the window and looked outside. "Um, Bulma, do you think that I can see you outside for a second?" he asked. She got up and nodded.

"Sure." They went out the room. "I'm really glad that Vegeta has changed his mind," he said. She smiled and nodded.

"Me too Goku, I'm glad most of all because he won't kill me," she said with a laugh.

"Yeah. I don't think that he had any intention of killing you, I think that he just wanted to scare you," he said. She rolled her eyes.

"He's such a conceited-"

"A conceited what?" a cold voice asked coming up behind her. She twirled and faced Vegeta.

"A conceited bum," she said. He smirked.

"Sounds wonderful, and as much as I would love to stand here and listen to you pathetically degrade my character even more, I think that I have to snatch Kakarot from your grasp," he said.

"What for?" she asked.

"None of your business Princess," he said mockingly.

"Fine," she said. "Be that way." She gave Kakarot a warm smile. "See you later," she said.

"And what about your respects to the King?" Vegeta asked. She looked at him.

"What respect do I owe you?" she asked. "Do I owe you respect for killing my people?" she asked. He looked at her.

"You owe me respect for letting you live," he said.

"You have issues," she muttered. He grabbed on to her hand and pulled her close to him.

"I know, and listen to me little girl, when I get my hands on you, you'll be sorry," he said.

"Vegeta, can we go?" Kakarot asked. Vegeta let go of Bulma's hand and he walked off with Kakarot. She stared at him as he walked off and she stamped her foot.

"Hey Bulma, long time no see," said Yamcha appearing out of nowhere. She forced a smile.

"Hey Yamcha, what's up?" she asked.

"Oh nothing much. I was wondering if you would like to go out for a stroll in the gardens?" he asked.

"With Zarbon breathing down my back? Thanks but no thanks," she said. He looked depressed. "I'm sorry Yamcha. Its just that, so many things have been happening and I'm just really tired," she said. He looked downcast and nodded slowly.

"Its ok. I understand. You'd rather talk to that piece of shit 'King Vegeta' but you wouldn't talk to me?"

"Yamcha it's not like that. What I mean is-"

"I don't care what the hell you mean Bulma, all I know is that you don't care about me the way that I care about you!" he said.

"Yamcha," Yamcha stalked off leaving Bulma alone in the hall. She sighed. "Life couldn't get any worse can it?" she muttered.

*^_^* Well, sorry for the long wait but I had maaad stuff to do. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.