Red Death pt. 3 Disclaimer: Don't own any Dbz
Damn.she felt so utterly helpless. This orange haired woman or ......whatever she was, had her trapped in her own freaking mind. Her OWN mind! It wasn't fair! Having to share HER body with some murderous bitch. SHE was supposed to be the genius over here.

She should have said something to Vegeta. Anything! For a month she kept her usually big mouth shut and now look where it had gotten her. This all could have possibly been avoided. Fuck. Now she had no idea what to do. She was utterly and completely lost. She sat down in the back of her mind and cried.

She cried, feeling the tears slide down her cheeks. Failure, defeat, weakness.
*Capsule Corp in their room*
While the rest of the guys waited downstairs for breakfast to be ready, Vegeta sat on his bed in silence, lost in the depths of his troubled mind. What was there to do? He didn't know whether to fight or to stay still. And what was there to fight? As of now, they had nothing.

Nothing but memories, helplessness and fear. Although he could not contact Bulma through their bond he could still FEEL her. Sense her. But it felt as if someone was blocking them from communicating telepathically. It was so God damn irritating to have her emotions but not being able to comfort her. As much as he hated to admit it he liked being the one to stop her tears rather than cause them.

He was feeling it now. The pain of her absence was very much murdering his heart and soul. Two things he had just learn to develop with her help. It tortured him to loose them. To loose her creations.

Ever since last night, when the meeting commenced, the power they all felt slowly began to dwindle until it was nothing at all. Sinking, falling until there remained no sound proof that it had ever existed except in their memory.

Fuck. He had to go train. He had to do something. Anything! He couldn't.... he shook his head disdainfully. He just couldn't think about this. Not right now. Maybe he could smack around Kakarot, he thought with a weary grin.

*Goku*

"Why Goku! I'm so happy you came over. It's been so long since I've last seen you." said Bulma's mother, her tone bubbly and eccentric.

"I know Ms. Brief but I've been busy." he replied softly, gazing down at her frail form. Sure, they'd told her about Bulma, but still her never faltering smile stayed pasted upon her face. In some ways, it sickened him to see such a careless front. In other ways, he envied that phony façade that tried so hard to keep up the semblance of normalcy.

Her cheery expression never wavered, which may have been the reason why Vegeta went upstairs. To get away. To free himself from the incessantly cheerful woman. It was too much to handle, to cope with. To endure really.

Goku frowned, watching the forlorn features of his friends' faces, each wearing defeat upon their shoulders when the battle had not even begun. To tell the truth it was a bit unnerving, even his ever cheerful mood being stomped on by recent events. His spirits crushed by a seemingly hopeless future.

He must have spoken too soon, as low and behold, Vegeta came stomping down the stairs wearing his spandex body suit. It only took one look from the sultry Prince, one thoughtful connection of their eyes and Goku felt himself standing up and heading towards the Gravity Chamber. He watched the rise and fall of his opponent's shoulders as the older Saiyan lead the way, both silently needing a good fight, longing for the release to calm their nerves.

Their fighting was fascinating, like a choreographed dance in the air as they flipped and tore through the air, each focused on the raw energy they were both omitting. It was a sheer miracle they hadn't broken the gravity room entirely, as bits and pieces of twisted metal decorated the floor like confetti at a birthday party.

With each punch, kick, or energy blast thrown, there was a brilliant counter attack from the other, matching in the pulsating fury they both felt. And so it was as they took out their frustration on one another, totally oblivious to the horror and terror that swept the other men's minds. But they needed this. They thrived off the release of tension, escaping reality for just a moment and focusing on nothing but the spar at hand.

And indeed their escape truly was lived for only a short moment, as the door to the chamber slid open and Gohan stood wearily in the door frame, one hand clutching the side as if for strength. The boy's lips moved, opening and closing as if he wanted to say something but had as of yet, not found the strength to put his thoughts into the form of words. Only slight whispers and breathing escaped the youth until Goku spoke.

"What?" He asked calmly, turning to face Vegeta who had nearly gone as pale as his son.

"What is it Gohan?"

"You.... You must come inside r-right away." The boy stuttered, staring down at his own shoes to escape from the Prince's harsh and demanding gaze.

"We.... we've received a message from Bulma." he spoke, realizing that as soon as the word "Bulma" had left his mouth Vegeta and Goku were already gone.
*Bulma*

Watching as Myo trained, Bulma couldn't help but wonder if she was capable of learning how to fight. True she worked out regularly, straining her body to meet her own perfectionist demands, but REAL training? Real fighting? She smirked at the idea.

And yet, she was feeling the pain from Myo's training. Strange as it seemed at first, it WAS understandable considering the only difference between the two were their brains. So technically she still had control over her body right? At least to some extent. If she was feeling her emotions.... well pain anyway, then that would mean she had some type of control over her. Control. Yes, she could definitely use this to her advantage. But how?

"Come on B think." She coached herself, weighing all possibilities.

"If I can somehow get myself in control of my body, even for just a little while then I could contact Vegeta through our link." She spoke aloud.

"I mean why wouldn't it work? Last time when I was outside of her I felt him." she said, mulling over the possibility. And yet now, she didn't feel him anymore, leading her to the painful conclusion that she simply couldn't when trapped inside.

Now how was she going to get out of here?....

"Myo." She heard a voice say, echoing through the confinements of her robbed mind.

Mistress Flame stood before her view, or should I say, before Myo's view.

"Yes Mistress?" The thief replied in her low voice, bowing low in obeisance.

"Stand up Myo." The beautiful creature instructed.

"We need to begin your training along with Ms. Bulma so you two can become one.".

"What do you mean become one?" Thought Bulma in the back of her mind. Become one....Wouldn't that mean she would die? That in a sense both would die and become an entirely new being, different from both? Or would Myo simply take complete control and Bulma forever be forgotten and banished into the darkest pits of her own mind?

What the hell was this woman up to?!

"Yes but Mistress wouldn't that kill her", Myo asked suddenly, looking up at her Goddess.

"No." Said the Flame casually, seeming to expect such a question.

"At least not until I will it. You two will become connected mind, body and soul. You will be able to communicate but you will be under my control as you are now. When I feel that we do not need her anymore I will cut off her connection with you enabling you to take over fully Myo. Understand?" She asked, her eyes burning with intensity.

"Of course." Myo replied, dipping her head down once again in respect. The Mistress smiled, her lips stretched into a wicked grin.

"Now then retreat and bring forth Ms. Bulma."

Myo bowed low.

"Hello again." Flame said, her countenance phony.

"I can feel your desire to come out Ms. Briefs. Any reason for you eagerness?"

"Yeah." Bulma said spitefully. "To get the hell out of here!"

And yet the creature simply laughed, sensing the irritation from the other woman sky rocket.

"Like you can!" Flame taunted.

"But enough of your foolishness," She grumbled, flicking the air with her wrist. "I have brought you here for a reason."

Bulma rose an eyebrow but said nothing, instead merely watching the despicable woman speak.

"You will contact your family." Flame said slowly, almost as if speaking to a child. "You will tell them that they only have as long as I'm willing and that when the finale to my show comes, you will be unbeatable." she commanded.

"Oh." The creature said suddenly, as if she had discovered an afterthought.

"And tell your beloved Vegeta that Mistress Flame says you should have finished what you started!"
Capsule Corps

"Vegeta." Said the transmission of Bulma. ".Mistress Flame said you should have finished what you started. And IF I make it out of this alive, you WILL be explaining this to me."

With that Myo appeared grinning and the transmission ended.

"DAMN!" cried Vegeta, slamming his hands down upon the countertop.

"Blasted woman! When I see her I WILL kill her." he growled, staring at the cracks that now rippled along the table from his outburst.

"Who is she Vegeta" Goku asked, unsure if he or any of the others were prepared for an explanation. Things had taken a tumble and a twist, their world turned upside down for what seemed the thousandth time and each longed for that peace that had only appeared in the short intermissions of violence and death.

It seemed like a long eternity while each set of eyes remained upon the Saiyan Prince who sat glaring treacherously at his white knuckled fist. Finally he sighed, his eyes closing.

" A mistake."