Note: AAAaaaahhhh! I had this one half way finished, and then we got a virus, and Dad erased the hard drive, and, and, it's gone. So…………… that's why this one took so long! Sowie people! Oh, Sorry about the many mistakes in the last chapter. I just noticed them when I was reading the whole story to make sure this one fit in.

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            "Unnnn…" Vegeta grunted as he fell backwards. He took a deep breath and then he opened his eyes. He got up slowly.

            "Heheheh… Vegeta? What's going on?" Bulma asked nervously, eyeing the carving.

            "That's what I was wondering…" he growled, specifically at the carving.

            "As you must have figured out," The carving said this part to Bulma. "You have been sent back in time by us."

            Bulma gaped and Vegeta just scowled. "Why?" asked Bulma.

            "I recently discover at 3:55 that my younger sister is, indeed, alive. You had been shot at 3:50 and beaten by Frieza at precisely that moment. Because we are not allowed to directly interfere while letting people know we are interfering, we could not attempt a rescue. So, we went back in time, taking both of you from the time line where you are still recovering. It was then Vegeta woke up. Since you two were still in the vent at the time, the door was not sealed. Vegeta noticed by your watch that something was wrong and came to me at these throne doors. I un-expectantly entered him and he passed out. I controlled him then. I was coming to check on you when you had woken up. Then we met."

            "Heheh. Who are you?" Bulma asked.

            "I am the Spirit of Power," the Spirit said darkly. "I am the Spirit of Vegetasei."

            Bulma stared at the carving. "Oh…" she said.

-------Meanwhile----------

            They each walked silently to the throne room, casting each other the occasional glance. Bulma sniffed from time to time and Vegeta just remained a stone statue. He glanced at her.

            She looked at him and gulped. "I'm scared," she whispered.

            "Don't worry…" he said, seeing a brief flash of blue as they rounded the corner to the throne room doors. "In the end, it will turn out fine. Just hope that what we do right now, helps us in the future," he said staring up at the carving as the door was slowly opened. Bulma looked at him blankly and resumed staring ahead.

            Frieza stood on the last step of the stairs (that are in front of the thrones). His back was towards them and his tail was wagging back and forth. He had his hands clasped behind his back.

            "Ah…. So nice of you to join us Vegeta. I sense you've brought your little girlfriend, too." Vegeta remained silent. "Hmm… you know, I've had a little trouble deciding which one of you I will kill first. I could kill your girlfriend right in front of your very eyes, or I could give her the pain of watching you die, fruitlessly fighting for your life." He paused for a moment and then he lifted his head up to show he had gotten an idea. "I know!!! I'll do both!"

            He swung around and shot a ki blast right through Bulma's stomach. Vegeta tried to run to catch her, but another ki blast shot in-between the two. Bulma fell to the floor, gasping for breath. Frieza laughed and stopped the ki blast.

            "I give her five minutes to live, tops." Frieza said, humor evident in his voice. "That will be plenty of time to finish you," he said, eyeing Vegeta.

            "Vegeta…" Bulma whispered, almost whining.

            Vegeta got to give one last look at her before Frieza charged him. (I'm not very good at fight scenes, so I'm just going to round it up.)

            Frieza broke and battered Vegeta until he was too weak to move. Bulma was an inch from death. Frieza threw Vegeta's torn body right back where he was standing, a foot from Bulma. Coughing up blood, he barely managed to crawl to her. He cradled her head as she whispered her last words.

            "Vegeta… I… l...." She never finished. His lip quivered as he stared at her, so beautiful though she was a deathly pale color. A tear rolled down Vegeta's cheek before he kissed her forehead one last time and died, hoping that his future self would not make his mistake and live to avenge all of them.

--------From a vent that run above the ceiling-------

            Bulma was sobbing and Vegeta was just staring blankly down at the throne room.

            "How sad and romantic…" Bulma practically wailed. Vegeta, lightly smacking her shoulder (so it wouldn't hurt her) eyed her.

            "Quiet!" he snapped. She elbowed him as hard as she could, knowing he would barely feel it.

            "Vegeta that is us down there!!!" she whispered harshly.

            Vegeta looked back down through the panel and shrugged.

            "Well, I guess that takes care of that time setback thing."

            Bulma smacked him again and he just laughed.

            "Hypocrite!" she whispered, grinning. "You told me to be quiet!"

            "Mmmm…" he replied, looking back through the panel.

            "Why don't you just attack him now?" Bulma asked seriously. "He's not looking."

            "He would sense me." Vegeta said.

            "Why hasn't he already?" she asked, observing the vent. "Is this made of some special alloy or something?"

            Vegeta nodded. "Usually, our own guards would be up here in the vent to watch the throne room. That way, if a surprise attack came, we would have a counterattack."

            Bulma nodded.

            "So what are we going to do now?" Bulma asked.

            "I… uh. I don't know," he said.

            "You sound a tad bit worried, Vegeta," she said, realizing the seriousness of their mission.

            There was an uncomfortable silence.

            "Listen, Bulma." Bulma looked at him, bewildered. He said her name, but she let him finish. "If anything happens down there, I just want you to know-"

            EEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRKKKKKKK

            "Uh, Vegeta. How thick is this vent?"

            "1/2 and inch thick. Why?"

            "How did the guards stay up here."

            "They hovered," Vegeta said, letting all his weight go onto the vent like Bulma.

            "Woman, you're supposed to be flying." Bulma stared him.

            "Vegeta, I can't fly." A huge creaking sound filled the air.

            "Oh, shit!"

            A large crash was heard and they each fell through the ceiling. Vegeta did a flip and landed on his feet, catching Bulma incidentally. She just sort of fell into his arms. Frieza turned around, alarmed. He looked at the dead Vegeta and Bulma and then back at the alive ones.

            "Heh heh..." Bulma said, waving at Frieza. Vegeta rolled his eyes.

            "Don't even try to explain it to me," Frieza said, shaking his head.

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I thought this would be a good place to stop. If I kept the next part in this chapter, it would be serious, sad, lightened up, serious, silly, and then serious. That just wouldn't be right, so I made the rest a separate chapter. I'll post it in a few days. Please review!