Childhood Dreams

Disclaimer: the story's kinda short...i didn't feel like writing so much...please review...promise to write a longer one next time...

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*Three hours later* (didn't feel like writing a whole entire battle scene.)

Vegeta wrung his hands in desperation, before down at Bulma's bloody and battered form. "You got what you wanted...a fight to the death," he whispered, while she cautiously watched his every move.

"So finish it," snapped Bulma, trying with all her might to stay on her feet. During her stay on earth, you could say that she had become weak. "Kill me," she begged her voice cracking with emotion. "I don't deserve to live. There's no reason I should live..." she tilted her face towards his, ignoring the blood that gushed out of her mouth. "You've destroyed my life," she whispered malevolently, her eyes frozen with anger. "You killed everything I've every believe in. You lied to me," she murmured innocently, sounding like a hurt child. A child that could strike out with deadly accuracy.

Vegeta's heart broke in two at those words, however he still managed to keep his face impassive. She was telling the truth. Bulma had been so happy here on earth before he came. She didn't need him, she never did. I was the one that needed her. He realized shocking himself out of his trance. His whole entire life, he clung to her. Needed the comfort and friendship she provided. She was the only one that had ever understood him, the only one that treated him like a human being, not a destructive tool.

He shook his head violently trying to clear his thoughts. The past was past, and now he needed to find his true self, and nothing, not even Bulma would stand in his way. He would wish for immortality and destroy Frieza, free at last from tyrant that's ruled him his whole life. It mattered not how many people he had to slaughter, no matter how much Bulma night disapprove of him. He was going to accomplish his goal.

Bulma stared at him concealing the hurt and pain in her heart. He stood in front of her, his face a mask of stone, almost as if he didn't care what happened to her. A tear trickled down her cheek, as she stared at the ground. Her breathing slowly laboring. "I WON'T DIE LIKE THIS!" she screamed mentally, trying to stead herself. "The others still need me," she murmured softly not knowing whether or not she said it aloud.

She was a Sayian warrior, a princess to top that off. Bulma refused to die lying on the ground, she was going to die a warrior's death. Either Vegeta would kill her and end it, or she would ask Gohan to do the honors. One way or another, death was waiting for her.

"What's the matter Vegeta," she said tauntingly, trying to stay conscious. "Don't have the guts to kill me? Only weaklings would allow their enemies to live..." she trailed off, and began hacking up blood. When she was finished she looked up, a cold and bitter smile etched on her face. "Are you a weakling Vegeta?" she muttered mockingly, seeing his face turn red in anger. "I thought not, so finish what you started. I dare you!" she looked at him challengingly.

Vegeta bit his lips nervously, as he weighed both choices. His pride refused backing down from a challenge, which would leave him with no other choice but to kill her. However, in his heart he knew that he couldn't hurt her.

Bulma watched emotions cross Vegeta's face, disappearing almost instantly. It appeared that he was fighting with his pride, and was losing. She smiled sadly, as she waited patiently for the end to come. She had know what would happen the moment she challenged him. And yet she still did, it was like as if she had a death wish.

He clenched his fists tightly against each other, as he ground his teeth furiously. How could she be so cruel, making him chose between her and his pride. A Sayian was nothing without his pride, but Vegeta would be nothing more then an empty shell without Bulma.

Vegeta turned his back on Bulma before staring at the sky. White puffy clouds covered most of the tranquil blue heaven. Blue...just like her eyes. He knew that he could stare deep into those eyes for hours without getting tired. They sparkled with vitality, as bright as uncut sapphires, as icy as snow, as beautiful as water. She was different, she was an angel brought down from heaven. Or so he thought.

He couldn't kill her. Could he? It had been his choice from the start, always up to him. His future now lay in his own hands. During his stay with Frieza he had often wondered what it would have been like if he lived a different life...if he was free...free to make his own choices. Now his wish had come true, however he didn't know what he should do. Reality could be cruel...so cruel.

An icy wind tore apart his heart, his world was falling apart. Vegeta slowly stumbled back towards Bulma, his face was guarded, his breathing was uneven. He kneeled down next to her and stared deeply into her eyes.

Bulma stared back at him, her breath coming out in shallow gasps. Her words were caught in her throat, so this was how it was going to end. It was pretty ironical, they were the best of friends and yet...

That words again..."were." Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. It seemed that Vegeta was good at that game. He was a hunter, by birth, he belonged to the dark. No more, they didn't belong together, they never had.

Vegeta slowly raised his arm and pointed it at Bulma's face. A small Ki ball formed in his hand inches away from her.

Bulma urged him on silently, pleading for an end to all the pain and agony she's suffered the past few weeks. "Do it," she whispered softly, raising her hand up to his. Her eyes were filled with excitement and longing.

He stood there for so long, the Ki ball tightly shimmering in his hand. He had planned to kill her, but he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it. He bowed his head in shame and disgust. She made him soft, while serving Frieza he had no regrets about killing, no hesitation. And now...he couldn't even kill a single girl.

Nappa had been watching the exchange in disgust. They were wasting precious time, Frieza could have obtained all the dragonballs by now. He raised his hand a powered up a large Ki blast, aiming it toward the girl and his Prince.

"Vegeta should be able to survive, however the girl was another case," smirked Nappa, as he threw the blast towards them.

Vegeta turned around, and his eyes widened with shock and fear.

It was heading straight towards Bulma.

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Author's Note: Would Vegeta save her? What about the space ships? It seems that Vegeta won the battle. How would Bulma and the Z-fighters get to Namek? Read and Find out!

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