To Fear Him or To Love Him


Disclaimer: I don't own dragon ball Z. If I did, Vegeta would get more of the lime-light. And those "mysterious three-years" wouldn't be so mysterious. Oh and Trunks would never become a pansy who doesn't fight, he'd be more like Mirai Trunks. That is all…

AN: Hello all! Sorry that it has taken me so long to get this chapter out. Truth is I was sort of debating about which direction I was going to take this, and I think I found one that will please not only me but you all as well. I leave for vacation at the end of this week for two weeks so I won't be able to update after this for awhile. Although, I will take my fics to work on, I will have to come back and type it all out and play with stuff and ya…so I hopefully should have the next chapter out by the end of this month…we'll see though.

Dedication: To Videl621, without her encouragement and wonderful words, I would definitely not get this done as quickly as I am! Thanks!


Questions/Answers/Comments:


Videl621:I am honored to have this chance! I'm glad that you are enjoying how this is going. Thanks so much for your support! I hope that you like this chapter just as much!

Mimi Sama:I'm glad that you thought it was interesting. I wrote about my normal length last chapter. It was a little short, only because I liked how it ended, and I didn't want to ruin that perfect ending point. I'll try to make them a bit longer okay? ~_^

ultimate-Seto-fan:Thanks so much for understand the need for a slower pace. Thanks again for your review.

RySenkari:lol, yea, Bulma will still love Yamcha for awhile, at least. And my goal is definitely to make Bulma happy, so you I think will be happy as well. Thanks for your review!

Rose Fright:Thanks…I like the direction too. The idea just hit me, and I am glad that I'm not the only one who liked it. Thanks for your review!

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Last Time:

"Please no…" she whispered the tears rolling down her soft cheeks, the last thing she remembered feeling before welcoming the coming darkness, was fear, absolutely blinding and paralyzing fear.

"The hell that bastard didn't hurt her…" Yamcha whispered hatefully, catching his now unconscious girlfriend before her delicate body could hit the cold concrete.


Chapter Three: Conflicting Emotions


He knew it; he'd always known it. Hell, anyone who could even begin to sense ki knew it. Yamcha was no match for Vegeta, even if Vegeta was on his deathbed, Yamcha wouldn't be able to hold a candle to him. It was simply a fact of life. Yamcha, being the kind of guy that he was, had always felt nervous allowing his girlfriend to live with the alpha male of their motley crew. But, there was nothing he could do, besides voice this nervousness to Bulma. He had always felt secure in the fact that Vegeta had no interest in his girlfriend, whether because of species issues or sexual preference, or even time. However, after seeing the love of his life change, change from the strong, passionate woman that he fell in love with, to this shell, this weak, frightened shell of her former shelf, he was beginning to re-think his previous misconceptions.

"Perhaps, even Vegeta's stone-heart isn't impenetrable." Yamcha mused to himself from his position in the driver's seat of his newtype XCY racing capsule car: street model. The vehicle was a thing of beauty; the entire metal body was a luscious red that reminded him of Bulma's lips after one of their make-out sessions. The more than comfortable black leather interior felt heavenly on his body, no matter if it were the dead of winter or the clinging heat of summer. The leather seemed to always stay the same temperature. Completing the look were black and gold flame racing stripes patterned on the sides of his car. He had opted not to include the tail fin that seemed to be popular these days. Bulma was currently sleeping in the back seat; her hair was fanned out with some wisps falling into her face. Yamcha looked in the rearview mirror to make sure that she was still okay.

"I'm going to give that bastard a piece of my mind." Yamcha mumbled angrily under his breath. He wasn't sure what he was going to do or say, but he wasn't going to leave Capsule Corp. without Vegeta knowing he was pissed. He didn't have much time to think about what it was he was going to say, because before he knew it, he was pulled up into the front drive of Bulma's home. Yamcha sat in the front gripping the steering wheel for what seemed like days but in reality was no more than a few minutes. With one final sigh, he opened the door and headed to the back passenger seat to retrieve Bulma.

"Honey…Bulma-chan we're home." Yamcha cooed gently. He carefully lifted his lover into his arms and closed the door with his hip. Bulma hadn't stirred once, except to let a quiet moan escape her lips as she was shifted from the seat to Yamcha's arms.

"Bulma-chan…home." A voice penetrated Bulma's hazy thoughts.

"I'm home?" She whispered in the darkness. "But where is home?" looking around her in confusion and fear she could see no further than a few feet, and what she did see, she didn't recognize. "Where are we?" she tried to shout, but apparently no one heard her, or if they did they chose to ignore her. Suddenly her vision began to clear. First, she was able to make out the ceiling that was above her,

"So I'm on my back…" she said daring to turn her head, first to the right and upon finding nothing but beige she realized that she was on her back on the beige leather couch of her living room. Then turning to the left she noticed four blobs of color and shape. "Wha…?" She questioned shutting her eyes tightly before trying to reopen them. Once her vision was a bit clearer, she could define the shapes only because she had known them for so long. The shape that was off to the side, trembling and jumping about was that of her mother. Her father's blur was currently waving what she assumed were his arms back and forth while shouting. Of course, her ears could only pick up the fact that it was shouting and not the words that were being shouted, because it seemed that even her hearing was rebelling on her.

"Why is Papa shouting?" She wondered aloud. Although from the lack of reaction of the four blobs, she doubted that it was as aloud as she thought. The other two blobs were blurred together, so it was hard to distinguish quite to whom the shapes and colors belonged. All she could make out were the colors blue, black, and a somewhat familiar yellow. Wait! Her mind shouted at her, Yamcha was wearing his favorite yellow blazer that night on their date, and no blue. So who did the blue belong to?

"Vegeta!" Bulma shouted finally sitting up back in the realm of consciousness. All four blobs and blurs stopped whatever they had been doing and turned to stare at Bulma in various states of shock. Bulma blinked one final time just to make sure that her vision had indeed come back fully functional and then turned to confirm her suspicions of who the blurs were. She was right; her mother was standing off to the side, seemingly suspended mid-hop. Her hands were brought up to her face, a sure sign that something was troubling her.

"Oh dear…" Her mother let escape from her lips and Bulma guessed those had been the words that were poised and ready to leave those same lips before she had awoken. Her father had been waving his arms around as evident that one arm was still raised and his beloved cigarette had fallen from his lips and was now burning a hole in her mother's carpet. Finally shifting her eyes to the blue and yellow blurs, her suspicions and fears were realized. The yellow blur had indeed been that of her lover Yamcha, and the blue had been Vegeta.

"What the hell?" Bulma said lowering her eyes into a glare. Yamcha was currently lying on the floor, or he would have been had Vegeta not been holding him by the front of his shirt, the white shirt that was now a reddish-pink from blood. Yamcha's face looked like a truck had run it over, his left eye was swollen shut and he could barely keep his right open from the pain. Vegeta's once pristine pallid gloves were also a hue of pinks and reds. Other than a split lip and a slightly black eye, one would have thought that Vegeta had been trouncing on a corpse.

Once those words had been uttered, it seemed that time returned to normal. Her mother moved over to Bulma's side, her father bent down and picked up the remains of his cigarette, pausing to pout a bit before returning it to his mouth. Yamcha was dropped to the floor and let out a groan of pain that was barely heard over the pounding of her own heart, and Vegeta straightened. Somehow finding the strength to stand Bulma made her way over to Yamcha's prone body never letting her eyes lower from their glare or letting them leave Vegeta's own piercing obsidian ones.

"Yamcha honey…" Bulma said gently, her glare had softened once she caught sight of just how badly he was injured. His nose was fractured and she was sure some of the bone was pressed into the back of his head, however not enough to kill but it could cause brain damage. His jaw was dislocated and his tongue hung uselessly from his mouth, trying to swallow but only causing thousands of jolts of pain to creep up and down his entire body. His right hand was shattered, Bulma assumed the injury was caused giving Vegeta the split lip and black eye. His ribs and chest were a wicked shade of blue and black and he could barely breathe. A few more hits and he would have been dead.

"Bulma…" Her father started, not knowing what to say.

"Please call the medics Papa…" Bulma said moving a piece of Yamcha's wild hair out of his eyes, hair that a few hours earlier she had been running her hands through in pure bliss. How quickly things do change… she mused to herself, trying her best to soothe his wounds without further causing him pain. Her mind was so occupied with him, that she even forgot that Vegeta was in the room. That was until her mother began to shout at him.

"Vegeta! What in the world were you thinking…you could have killed the poor dear." Her mother announced in her southern drawl, hands placed on her hips and face displaying a glare that rivaled even Vegeta's. Vegeta merely blinked at the blonde woman, twice. Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Mama, forget why the stupid monkey nearly killed him. Go fetch me some warm water and rags will you?" Her mother nodded with a sigh and hurried to complete the task that was given to her. Vegeta growled at her mother's retreating form and then turned his glare onto Bulma. She felt as if his eyes were boring holes into her back, and suddenly and in full force, her fear of him returned. She began to tremble and swallowed audibly.

"What did you call me?" he whispered in a very dangerous voice. The kind tone that left no room for arguments or responses that did not favor the prince. Trying to swallow her fear was like trying to swallow an entire continent. But somehow, she managed to put aside enough fear to turn and face her lover's attacker. However, enough of her fear remained that she was unable to restrain the tear tracks that trailed down from her ocean blue eyes and down her rouge cheeks.

"Look, what I said doesn't matter right now. Please…please just go away." She managed to choke out. Turning back to Yamcha she brought her lips to his forehead and kissed it gently. "It's okay baby…Papa will get the medics and everything will work out just fine." Yamcha had long since passed out and for that Bulma was grateful, it would have been unmerciful if after all of the pain he suffered during the skirmish, he were still conscious to feel that pain. Her mother returned first, carrying with her a large tray with two pans of hot water and several wash cloths.

"Here you go dear." She said gently setting the items on the floor next to her daughter. Bulma nodded her thanks, and dipped one of the rags into the warm water. Raking the rag gently over his face, she began to slowly clear the blood from his face.

"Bulma-chan, the medics are here." Her father announced walking over to her, two AI medics trailing behind him carrying a stretcher. Bulma nodded and moved aside so that they could place him on the stretcher. Once he was positioned onto the rolling bed, Bulma took his left hand into her two smaller hands, rubbing her thumbs over his palm and fingers trying to soothe his pain and fears even in his unconsciousness. Bulma had to let go of his hand once they reached the elevator that would take them to the third floor that held the personal hospital, and was about to step on after them when something pulled her back. The doors dinged shut and Bulma whipped around to face whatever or whoever had dared get in between her and her love.

"Vegeta!" Bulma whispered in shock, her eyes widening to an amazing proportion. Vegeta however didn't speak; he just tightened his grip on her upper arm and lowered his eyes. "Let me go Vegeta." Bulma said quietly, had it been any other time she wouldn't have even dared to ask that he let her go.

"No." He snarled back. "You listen here wench, and you listen good. I have never nor will I ever allow a weakling such as you or that poor excuse for a warrior talk to me as you did."

"What are you talking about Vegeta? What did Yamcha say to you?" Bulma asked cutting him off. Had she been in her right mind, she would have realized two very important things. One, she cut Vegeta off, and two, she cut him off when he was in the middle of lecturing. Two things that one did not want to do. But again, she wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind at the time. Vegeta grabbed her other arm and threw her against the wall, pinning her with only his arms.

"It matters not what he said. What matters is the fact that he will die because of those words." He answered with a cruel smirk lighting up his face. Bulma gasped and turned her head to the side, shutting her eyes tightly. She could no longer bear to look at him.

"He won't die." She said in a quiet voice, not having the courage to fight any longer.

"Perhaps." Vegeta said thoughtfully, loosening his grip slightly, but no where near enough for her to escape his clutches. "But then again…if he does, I highly doubt he will be much of a mate any more."

"How can you be so heartless?" Bulma whispered the pain in her voice was almost tangible.

"Heartless? Heartless am I?" Vegeta said taking her right hand and placing it on the left side of his chest, right over his beating heart. Bulma lowered her eyes starring at the Berber carpet that covered the hallway from the living room to the elevators. Finally, she just allowed her eyes to slip shut, trying to force the tears to stop. Her hand which had been struggling when he first moved it to his chest, gave up and went limp, her fingers curled in the fabric of his blue spandex training suit.

"Please…" she whispered the tears falling around her lips, causing the p to be emphasized. Her head was bowed to the side, her right hand still on his chest and her left curled into a tight ball at her side. What seemed like hours later he at last stepped back and released her hands.

"Fine…" Vegeta paused looking away from her, "Go to him then." He finally managed; remaining stiff even as she bowed what he had learned was Japanese custom and whispered her thanks running off to the elevators to catch up with her love. Once he heard the doors cling shut he slammed his right hand into the wall breaking through the wallpaper, plaster and leaving a nice sized hole. "Damnit!" He said under his breath. I thought this is what I wanted? To whisk her off after I killed that baka she calls a mate. Why…couldn't I just leave?


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"Bulma-chan…" Dr. Briefs said from the door to Yamcha's room. He was currently hooked up to more tubes and wires then any of his AI creations or any other invention had ever been. He had slipped into a deep coma shortly after the surgery to repair the damage to his nose and face. His right hand had been repaired without too much trouble, and was wrapped in a tight bandage and healing quite well. His ribs had long been repaired and the only traces of the injury left were a slight greenish yellow hue to his skin that was slowly disappearing.

"Two months Papa…it's been two months." Bulma whispered from her position at Yamcha's side. Her head was resting on his chest, raising with his every breath. His hospital gown was slightly damp from her tears although she would never have admitted that she had been crying again.

"It's time to leave. You need your rest just as much as he does. He's not going anywhere. Come on, why don't you grab a bite to eat and then take a nap?" Her father suggested moving to help her from the bed.

"I'm not hungry Papa. And I can sleep just fine here." She whispered her head had turned into his chest nuzzling his body as much as she dared.

"Honey…it's not…healthy to always be in here. You need to get some sun or something." Dr. Briefs trailed off, not sure when or if he would ever be able to remove his daughter from Yamcha's side. Vegeta had disappeared about a week after the incident never to be heard from, or at least not by himself. His wife and he had decided not to inform Goku or the others of the attack because they knew that they would need all of the fighters that they could in the upcoming battle. And they knew that Vegeta was perhaps the second if not strongest person on the planet. As much as they may have hated the boy, they couldn't turn him over until after the android battle. Maybe the fates will kill him for us. Hopefully he will die in that damned fight never to bother us again.

"Fine Papa…" Bulma said surprising her father. He nearly jumped ten feet in the air when her hand came to rest on his shoulder. "I'll get some food okay? But then I'm coming right back here." She tried to smile, but it never did reach her eyes as it once had.

"All right dear…but do try and eat lunch outside em?" He said ruffling her hair a bit. It had grown nearly two inches since she last had it cut. She kept her hair and clothes simple since the attack. A loose braid, or messy pony tail and whatever clothes that she could find on her floor that were clean was the style that she had been wearing. Currently she was wearing a pair of black stretch pants and a baggy sweatshirt. Her hair was in a lopsided ponytail although that was probably from laying on her side all day and not the manner that it had originally been in. With white socks over her black leggings, she reminded the good doctor of the 80s. An era that Bulma had loved and so it wasn't surprising that many of her clothes were a flashback to the good ol' days of her childhood.

"Where is he?" Bulma asked out of nowhere. Both Dr. Briefs and Mrs. Briefs looked up from their respective sandwiches and stared at their daughter.

"Who dear?" Her mother asked taking a sip of her iced tea.

"Vegeta. I haven't seen him…since that day." Bulma said, her gaze was on her hands folded neatly in her lap.

"I…why?" Dr. Briefs asked stroking Mr. Whiskers that was perched atop his shoulder.

"I want…no need to talk to him." Bulma answered raising her head to look her parents in the eyes.

"He…we haven't seen him." Dr. Briefs said. "Not since about a week after the incident."

"That's not true…" Her mother interjected. Both the doctor and Bulma whipped their heads up to stare at the blonde woman.

"When did he come back Bunni?"

"A few times since then. It's almost like clockwork now. He'll come back and take some capsule food and take a shower and then he's gone again."

"When?" Bulma asked her eyes lowering into a glare.

"Oh…about three times a month…hmmm his next visit should be…oh my. It's tonight."

"Tonight eh?" a smirking Bulma whispered. Her mother nodded not noticing the gleaming look in her daughters eyes.

"Yea, tonight. It is strange though. After his shower…he uses his old bathroom-I assume since he goes all the way up stairs to use one-he always comes back with this haunted look in his eyes, like he's seen a ghost or something. It's real strange."

"Is it now…" Dr. Briefs said looking at his daughter, gauging her reaction to this new piece of information.

"What happened that night? I need to hear it from you first." Bulma finally asked.

"Well, I was in my lab working on that new air car. You know the one with the unlimited fuel cell capabilities? Well, it's coming along nicely I might add, I just added…"

"Papa! Point." Bulma interrupted.

"Heh, right. Anyway, I heard this Kami awful screaming and I came running up the stairs to see Vegeta and Yamcha going at it. You were unconscious on the couch and your mother was panicking. Well, Vegeta obviously outclassed poor Yamcha and started pounding the shit out of him, they were muttering curses and such at each other the entire time and then you woke up and know the rest."

"Who started it Mama?"

"That Vegeta did. Yamcha carried you inside and set you on the couch. I was sitting on the love seat watching my soaps that I had missed earlier and he came tearing in demanding to know where Vegeta was. Well Vegeta had been in the kitchen and had come out when I started to freak about you, and then that boy just hauled off and hit Yamcha square in the nose. Then before I know it they are scrapping on the floor acting like a bunch of idiots."

"Really?" a musing Bulma whispered. However, if her parents responded she didn't hear for she was too busy caught up in her own thoughts. Did Vegeta think he was protecting me? Did he think that Yamcha hurt me? The only thing in Bulma's mind was the almost sad look on Vegeta's face as he told her to go to him. Did he think that I was somehow betraying him by wanting to see Yamcha? What is going on? Damnit! I am so confused. One minute he acts like a pompous jerk and the next he makes me want to hold him. Kami Bulma you really got yourself in a mess of things this time. I should never have let that bastard in my home. What am I going to do?


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Crouching low Vegeta moved through the brush without making a sound, his prey was in sight. Almost there…just a few more steps. He thought, his steps becoming quicker. Finally, letting out a war cry he pounced. The object of his desire squealed and jumped out of his clutches. Damnit! Just a few more inches… Jumping again, he caught his prey, hovering over top, his hands pressing the shoulders of his victim down.

"Got you." He said smirking before leaning down and closing the gap between their lips. Forcing his tongue into her open and inviting mouth, he allowed a small moan to escape his lips. In seconds, he found himself on his back, he prey now hovering over him. Her slight arms were pinning him down with a strength had had not known her to posses.

"No…I got you Vegeta." She said tossing her long blue hair behind her back and out of her face, before pouncing on him and claiming his lips as hers…

"Bulma!" Vegeta shouted bursting upright in his makeshift bed. His chest was heaving with the effort of breathing and looking down at his lap he released a groan before flopping onto his back. "Damnit…that's three nights in a row…." Having spent the last few months out in the wilderness, he was growing agitated. He loved the freedom of the woods and the thrill of the hunt, don't get him wrong. The ecstasy of living off the land was something that all Saiyans craved and he felt as if a piece of him had been returned. However, he felt as if a larger piece of himself was missing after leaving the building known as Capsule Corp. and more importantly leaving a certain woman behind.

Tonight was the night that he would return to Capsule for supplies. Surprisingly the annoying blonde was actually helping him acquire the needed supplies and allowing him the use of the shower. Although the last few times he hadn't showered and had merely stood in the door to the infirmary staring at Bulma with her lover. Sometimes she would be sobbing her heart out, sometimes she would be silent but reflexive. And still others she would be sleeping peacefully at his side. It was on the latter days that he would dare enter the room and get a closer look. He had yet to resist touching her soft skin or running his hands through her silky mane. He would always be gone long before the light of dawn was to touch her face as he had hours earlier.

Resting his head on his interlocked hands, he stared up at the fading traces of day. Soon…soon he would make his way to the familiar yellow domes and sense out her ki. Tonight would be different though…tonight he would pick up his gravity room as well. After training without it for two months he realized that he could no longer improve or at least not at the rate that he was going for without it. He of course wouldn't be able to train as hard in it, or be as rough with the controls. Not if he wanted it to last and not need repairs. He was sure that the blonde onna would have fixed it if she knew how. But he very much doubted that she did. He highly doubted that Bulma or her father would ever want to see his face much less help him ever again.

The first stars of the night began to appear on the slowly darkening sky. First he was able to make out what he had learned to be Orion's belt. When the only light were the stars in the sky, Vegeta at last sat up. Stretching a bit before he took off, he twisted his back cracking a few protesting bones and muscles. Standing up, he took off in the air heading in the direction that had become second nature to him.

Touching down on the freshly watered grass he scowled before raising up in the air again. Concentrating his ki only on his feet, he warmed up his boots enough that they dried and he wouldn't have to worry about leaving any trace of his visit. Moving over to the patio doors he tested the handle first and making sure that it was indeed unlocked he slipped inside. Sitting on the table in the mud room was a small box full of capsules. His food capsules. Obviously, the blonde onna could not stay up tonight… he thought picking up the box and slipping them into a compartment in his boot. Heading towards the stairs, he froze. Closing his eyes and shook his head, and hopefully all of the, as he called them, weak thoughts as well.

One step and then another, slowly he climbed the two sets of staircases until he reached the third level. Walking down the hall in deep thought, he only paused for a moment outside of Yamcha's door. It's shut tonight…it's never been shut before… He thought furrowing his eyebrows. Should I enter? Taking one last deep breath he twisted the handle and opened the door slightly. Upon opening the door, he severely wished that he hadn't. Bulma stood glaring at him, her arms were crossed at her waist and her left foot was tapping rhythmically on the soft carpet. Yamcha still seemed to be out of it, to Vegeta's sick delight. All Bulma managed to do was raise her arm and point at him to leave, he sighed and did so, not expecting her to follow him.

Bulma was shaking so badly that she had to cross her arms when she heard the door twist open. He's here…this is it. I am finally going to confront him…I hope… Bulma had no more time for worries or thoughts for that matter as he appeared in the doorway. There was barely any light in the room or the hallway but she still managed to make out his flame like hair and permanent scowl. Lowering her eyes into a glare that could rival his own, she pointed at him to exit the room and to both of their surprises, she was sure, he did just that. Following him silently she caught him as he was heading back down the hall towards the stairs.

"Vegeta wait." She said, her voice was more ice and hate than actual words. Vegeta froze, his back straightened and stiffened and she could have sworn she saw him wince.

"What do you want Onna?"

"Why?" she asked him, her voice betraying her confusion and uncertainty. He half turned to look at her, his left eyebrow raising.

"Why what?" He asked though he knew perfectly well what she was asking.

"Why is Yamcha in a coma, why am I forced to sit by his bedside every night and day praying that he will pull through? Why Vegeta?"

"Because I beat the shit out of the weak man? And as to why you are sitting there all hours of your life, I can't answer that one."

"Damnit Vegeta!" Bulma said stamping her foot. She marched over to him, and turned him around, though he did most of the turning, for if he hadn't wanted to move, there was no way that she would have been able to spin the Saiyan. "I'm being serious here. Why in the hell did the fight start anyway?" Vegeta studied her for a moment, staring into her eyes before he finally spoke.

"I think that you know the answer to that one already." He said turning around and once again heading for the stairs. Bulma stopped him with her hand. As soon as it touched his shoulder, although it was on his spandex training suit he felt a thousand chills running up and down his spin.

"Please…I want to hear it from you." Vegeta closed his eyes, although his back was still to her and she wouldn't be able to see his face.

"I…he came in and you were unconscious so I thought…it doesn't matter anymore." He whispered. Bulma walked in front of him, her eyes seeking out his.

"But it does. It…means that these feelings I have are justified." Bulma whispered quietly, her head bowing. Vegeta started, staring at her in wonder.

"Feelings? What feelings?"

"Look…just please, can you tell me what you thought?" Bulma pleaded her eyes meeting his, and seeking some answer from them alone. Vegeta had to close his eyes so that he could resist telling her more than he wished.

"I thought that he had hurt you." He said finally. Both released breaths they hadn't realized they were holding. "But…don't get too hopeful or anything. It's just the greatest dishonor for a man to harm his mate no matter the reason that it was done. I…wasn't about to let him get away with that again." Vegeta was by now in his own world.

"Again?" Bulma whispered, her eyebrows furrowing together. "What do you mean again?"

"Never mind." He said shaking his head and once again heading for the stairs. "Is he…going to live?" Vegeta asked pausing at the top of the stairs. Bulma sniffed and shrugged.

"I don't know. He's alive right now…but he still hasn't woken."

"Did you try zensu?" Vegeta asked raising his eyes to meet hers.

"No…that…that just might work! Thank you Vegeta!" Bulma said jumping into his arms and planting her lips on his cheek. Vegeta awkwardly returned the hug, his eyes wide. Bulma slowly pulled back from him realizing what she had done. "Thanks…" She whispered her eyes lowering, and cheeks reddening.

"You already said that…" Vegeta whispered back, afraid that if he raised his voice any higher than that he would break whatever spell had been woven.

"So I did…" Bulma said sighing.

"Your welcome…" Vegeta said before planting his lips on hers. Bulma's eyes shot open in surprise before she pushed herself back away from him. Surprisingly he let her go, his eyes were still closed from their kiss. "Thank you."

"For what?" Bulma asked confused at the man before her and all of the events that had happened in the past few months.

"For being you." Vegeta said before disappearing down the stairway.

"Wait!" Bulma shouted. "You can come back…" she said trailing off not sure if Vegeta had heard anything she said after left the hallway. He had…


TBC!!!


So? What do ya'll think? A nice little cliffhanger this time. Will Vegeta come back? Will Yamcha wake up? Will Bulma ever be able to decide on what is what? Next time a few surprises are in store for our lovely triangle of lovers or would be lovers.

How was this chapter Videl621? Still up to your standards I hope.

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~Kaiya~