Disclaimer- From now on, refer to chapter 1.

A/n- Writer's block is a burden, but I'm really trying to get over it. Writing, I am told, is the best way to get over it, so it's worth a try! If this chap kinda sucks, I'm sorry, but, you know, I'll try! (Plus I'm typing off the top of my head, ah heh, heh... *hopeful look*) Oh well, read on!

PS- There were ONLY 4 votes, but they were tied 2 for Lehela, & 2 for Yamcha... You'll just have to wait and see who it is though! ^.~ I'm so evil sometimes, lol!

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Vegeta listened from the inside of his room as everything else in the house, suddenly became quiet. He heard Bulma scream, "Get out," at the man in the next room. Then there was a crashing noise and all was silently once again. I cry rang through the air, and he heard crying as the door opened and closed. He got up from his bed and once again walked out in to the dark hallway. He hesitantly walked into her room and sat down at the end of her bed.

Bulma listened the whole time as she held her cheek. It felt as though it had been set aflame, her heart felt worse though. She couldn't believe what had happened earlier though, the asshole.

"What do you want?" she asked quietly. It seemed to no avail though, and she asked again, "Vegeta, what do you want?"

"To know what happened to your face," he replied almost too calmly as the air hung thick between the two.

"Nothing happened," Bulma replied uncomfortably.

"Like hell, I can even see it's red in the dark, now how might it look in the light woman?" he shot at her mercilessly.

Bulma hesitated, "Why do you even care...?"

"I don't; it's just a sign of weakness to hit a woman," he answered defensively.

Bulma looked at him in wonder. He had the nerve to destroy planets and thus KILL millions of women, but he was harassing someone else for HITTING them! That was hypocritical no matter which way you looked at it, even if Yamcha did deserve it! Before she had the chance to control her tongue, her thoughts slipped out, "So what does it mean when you kill them?"

His eyes narrowed at her noticeably. "It usually means you have a reason," he hissed menacingly.

"So what was yours?" she challenged.

"Death," was his simple answer.

"Yours?" she questioned.

"That, at the time, was not my top priority," he stated.

"So what came before your own life?" she inquired, now genuinely curious.

'Stupid woman, can't she mind her own business!?" he screamed mentally. He replied calmly enough though, "My father's."

She stared, slightly shocked. She vaguely remembered Goku telling her about Vegeta's past. He had said something about Vegeta protecting someone's life... but that person had been killed! Was that someone his dad? Then she came back from her own world, "Why'd you need to protect your own dad though?"

He glanced over at her. "He shouldn't have needed me," he told her, knowing she expected more. "It was a peace treaty. My father traded me as a slave to Frieza for peace. I was disobedient though, so he captured my father. I was told he would live, if I did everything I was told. I did everything-I even destroyed planets-but he was killed anyways," Vegeta finished. Pain was stinging his chest to come out in the form of tears. 'How pathetic,' he thought.

"Didn't you want to stop after your father died?" She just had to keep going didn't she?

"No, to kill was my escape from the world, and from my emotions. After I had learned to deal with it of course.

Suddenly Bulma felt an acute pain in her cheek. A single tear had escaped her eyes, it down her cheek and into the cut left behind from Yamcha's slap. She inhaled sharply and grabbed her cheek. Vegeta finally looked up, noticing something other than the floor. He reached out and ran two fingers along the raw skin. His touch was so light it felt as thought feathers were brushing across her skin. She reached up and grabbed his gloved hand with hers. The white fabric felt cool and smooth, almost like leather, against the palm of her hand. Her eyes closed for a moment, and when she opened them, Vegeta was sitting right next to her.

He looked at her curiously, as if seeing her for the first time. He hand rested on her right cheek, while he sat on her left side, making his hand reach straight out across while she held him captive. He felt his body leaning forward as his free hand wrapped around her waist. Their lips met as he closed his eyes, but suddenly, Bulma broke away. He felt tears leaking through the glove still resting against her cheek, as he pulled away. He stared at her in surprise.

"What's wrong?" he asked concerned.

"I can't do this," she responded, but the look in his eyes forced her on. "I just can't," was all she could think to say. Her head tilted forward, leaving her forehead to rest on his shoulder as she stared down at the bed sheet.

Vegeta's arm wrapped around her shoulder, "What happened tonight Bulma?"

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Whoa boy I feel evil right now! Two cliffies in a row people! *smirks* Okay, well, I'm gonna type the next chapter right away! Jolly good show folks, later!

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