He sensed it before he saw it, something was wrong. He landed quietly, and softly upon the earth before the Brief's mansion, staring at the ambulance as it drove off, as quickly as it probably came. What had happened? Who was in that ambulance? Was it Bulma? Had Oni hurt Bulma? Vegeta swore he'd kill her the minute he found her, if she had harmed Bulma in any physical, or mental way.

Stepping up towards the house he found her mother on her knees, sobbing into her hands. What was the matter? Where was Dr. Briefs? Had he done something to harm Bulma's mother?

Some kind of human emotion swelled from inside him, compassion most likely. Kneeling to her, he placed a hand on her thin shoulder. Her head snapped up instantly, and she stare at him with teary blue eyes. "Oh..! Vegeta!" she cried, before throwing her arms around his neck. "Its terrible Vegeta!" she sobbed. "Some strange woman kidnapped Bulma, and broke my husband's arm!"

Someone had kidnapped Bulma? Oni most likely. He wanted to make sure though. "Do you know who it was?"

"No." she sobbed, burying her face into his shoulder. "My husband was babbling insanely about some red haired woman kidnapping Bulma. He called her Oni. Demon. Oh Vegeta!" she cried. "You've got to save my daughter! Please! I know you love her, please save her!"

So the woman wasn't as stupid as he had presumed in the beginning. She'd obviously seen it, somewhere from inside of him. Pulling out of her grip he stood, looking around. He hadn't any idea where to look for Oni. Where would she have taken Bulma? He hadn't the first clue where to start looking. He figured he'd search to the ends of the Earth to find her, and save her. No matter what it took. And he'd have to break his pride, just this once, and ask for help. Help from someone who would probably prove to be a worse enemy over the next two years, worse than Goku. "Where does Yamcha live?" he asked, his voice strained.

"He's been staying with Master Roshi." Said Bulma's mother sniffling.

Cringing, Vegeta turned to go. "I'll get Bulma back." He said, as if to reassure her. He then shot off into the air, towards the Turtle Hermit's off in the ocean.

Yamcha sighed, leaning back against the couch in the living room or Master Roshi's hut, and sighed. It was almost a relief, to be rid of Bulma. "I don't see why you even stuck with her Yamcha." said a small flying cat like creature, whom seemed a bit chubby in her age, her high squeaky voice bitter.

"Neither do I, now that I think about it Puar." Yamcha said, reaching for the cola he'd been drinking from, which lay on a stand next to him "She was bossy, and rude. All she thought about was herself, and she was pretty rotten to me."

"Exactly." Squeaked Puar. "You can do better than that."

"I certainly don't seem to think so." Snarled an angry male voice from the doorway. "Look at you. Your some kind of stupid couch potato, doing nothing better with your time, then dissing pretty girls, whom aren't here to defend themselves."

"V-Vegeta!" cried Yamcha jumping up in surprise, dropping the cola from his hand, onto the freshly cleaned carpet. "What are you.." he started out in a fearful tone, before re-finding himself. "I mean, what do you want? Don't you have planets to blow up or something?"

"I suppose I do." Vegeta said, with a cocky smirk. "I had planned on making this planet my next victim, but there are other issues at hand."

"Like what?"

Vegeta nearly had to force it out. Him, a prince, asking a lowly human fighter for his assistance. "I need.. I.." he sputtered.

"Out with it already!" cried Puar.

"Shut up you stupid rat!" Vegeta snarled. "I need your help Yamcha."

"Oooh. The great saiyajin Vegeta needs MY help!" cried Yamcha gleefully. "With what?"

"I need to rescue Bulma."

"Hah!" cried Yamcha. "Do that by yourself!"

"LISTEN YOU LITTLE MAGGOT!" Vegeta yelled, stepping forward. The cola can was instantly crushed beneath the toe of his boot, as he wrapped his fingers into the fabric of Yamcha's shirt. "You'll help me save Bulma if you value your filthy little life, and your damned planet!"

"YAMCHA!" cried Puar.

"Calm down Vegeta!" cried Yamcha, trying to pull from the angry saiyajin's grip. "Why the hell does that bossy wench need saving anyways?"

"I pissed a demon off, that's why."

"Why would a demon kidnap Bulma, if you made it mad?" asked Yamcha suddenly curious.

"It's to complicated for your puny brain to handle. Now your GOING to help me! And your moron friends are going to join us!"

"Why would you, the 'all powerful prince of the saiyajins need our help? We Earthlings?" Yamcha asked.

He let out a bit of a cry, as Vegeta pulled him closer to him, raising a fist. "Don't piss me off any more than I already am you jackass!" he snarled. "I don't have to explain myself to you."

"I WON'T help until you do."

Vegeta stood there a moment, grinding his teeth, glaring down at Yamcha, before releasing him from his grip, and spilling out the entire situation.