"I'm going to spar with Kakarotto!" Vegeta announced as he walked towards the door.
"Sparing already?!" Bulma exited one of the rooms of Capsule Corps to look at him. "But Goku seemed so traumatized the other day after what happened. He was a little down yesterday, too. He really didn't seem in the mood for training."
"Perhaps he's trying to avoid reality." Vegeta suggested with a shrug. "Take his mind off things."
"I guess so..." Bulma mumbled. "This'll probably be good for him..." she looked at Vegeta suspiciously."Wait, you didn't ask to spar with him, did you?"
"No." Vegeta frowned. "If you must know, he was the one that called ME. He asked me himself to meet up with him."
"Okay then..." Bulma believed him. "Well how long will you be?"
"As long as I like." Vegeta shrugged, and walked through the door.

Bulma sighed. Well, at least Goku's making an effort to carry on... she smiled. Nothing ever broke his spirit. He seemed to live through everything. Maybe he'll be okay after all. Poor guy... he's been through a lot.

~~~

Kakarotto saw Vegeta leave Capsule Corps. He held back his ki so Vegeta wouldn't sense him, and waited until the prince was at a safe distance. Everybody out now. Bulma was all on her own. Aww.
"Hoped you kissed her goodbye. Vegeta." Kakarotto smirked, and headed down to Capsule Corps.

~~~

Bulma frowned when she heard a noise. Was someone - no. That was stupid. There was nobody else here.
"Get a grip..." she mumbled to herself, and continued staring at the computer screen as she typed.

Meanwhile, Kakarotto looked around. He'd climbed into the kitchen through the open window. There had been other ways to enter, but he liked to be sneaky and take his victims by surprise. It was more original, too. Now... where was she? He left the room, and made his way down the corridor.
~
Bulma stopped typing. Footsteps? Don't be so dumb. But... she had a feeling she was being watched. She tensed up, and rose to her feet. She turned around, and screamed.
"Aa - ....." the scream stopped almost instantly when she realized who it was. She gave a relieved laugh, and looked at the second person.
"Goku? Aren't you supposed to meet up with Vegeta?"
"Yeah..." "Goku" didn't sound too good. Bulma noticed this.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"... Can I talk to you?" Kakarotto sounded like he needed a talk.
"Sure... go through to the kitchen, I'll make you a cup of tea." Bulma said nicely.
"Thanks."

~~~

Bulma entered the kitchen and made her way over to one of the cupboards.
"Sugar?" she asked as she took out two cups.
"One, please." Kakarotto replied as he walked over to the kitchen unit. He drew a knife out of the knife rack.
"So... what was it? About everything that's been happening..?" Bulma tried to be gentle as she could while she turned the kettle on.
"Yeah..." Kakarotto mumbled. He approached her, hiding the knife behind his back. "I... think I know who killed them..."
"..." Bulma whipped her head round and stared up at him. "You... you do?" she gasped. "Who?"
"I'm afraid to say... someone you know. Well, sort of. I guess Vegeta knows him more than you." Kakarotto told her.
"Vegeta?" Bulma frowned, trying to think who he could mean. But all of Vegeta's friends were... well.... dead.
"Yeah. Although I guess Vegeta's never really met him before. Not properly." Kakarotto said.
"Okay, now you've lost me." Bulma admitted. "Just... tell me their name."
"Sure." Kakarotto shrugged.

He smirked at her. "His name's Kakarotto, and he's looking at you right now."
Bulma stared at him, and frowned.
"Is this a sick joke? Come on, that's not funny." she scolded. "I know you must be upset, but -"
"Are you called me a liar?" Kakarotto snarled. Bulma gasped as he spun her round so he held her against him. His arm held across her waist, trapping her arms against him. His other arm, holding the knife against her neck. Bulma's eyes widened. She daren't breath out in case the knife cut her.
"G... Goku...?" she gulped. "What are you doing? Let go of me."
"You give me one good reason why." Kakarotto growled, taking the knife a few centimeters away from her so she could let herself breathe.
"Goku! I'm your friend!" Bulma protested.
"So? Chichi was my wife and Goten was my son." Kakarotto laughed. "So no offence, honey, but you don't stand much of a chance!"
"Are you crazy?!?!" Bulma screamed. "What the hell's gotten into you?!"
"Nothin'. Why?" Kakarotto replied innocently.

"Goku... please tell me you're joking." Bulma begged. "Please tell me it wasn't you. You didn't kill them, right? Y - You're just kidding, aren't you?"
"Why would I kid about something like that?" Kakarotto asked. "I did it. It was easy. I just had to make sure nobody saw me. That was the only hard part."
"Oh my God...." Bulma felt sick. No... it couldn't be... not Goku... he couldn't...
"What's wrong, Bulma?" Kakarotto question in a concerned tone. He smirked at her nastily.
"You seem a little tense."
"You... sick... BASTARD!!" Bulma yelled. "WHAT'S HAPPENED TO YOU?!?! She was your fucking wi - "
"Ah ah ah..." Kakarotto moved the knife closer to her to stop her trying to get away. "Stay back." he ordered.
"How...? How could you do it, Goku?!" Bulma shouted. "To your own family?!"
"They weren't my family. They were Goku's family." he rubbed the side of the knife against her cheek. Bulma tensed up when she felt the cold metal touch her. Kakarotto looked down at her, watching her eyes as he caressed her with the knife.
"But Goku doesn't exist anymore. I do. Kakarotto. I'll be the world's strongest saiyan now, your little hero's gone for good."
"You're talking crazy... you're Goku. You've had that name since you were a little kid!" Bulma protested. "You can't just change your name and your personality, what do you think this is?!"
"I'm just changing back to the person I was born to be. What's wrong in that?" Kakarotto sounded so innocent.

He gave her a cold smirk, and moved the knife back to her throat. He touched her with it. Bulma tense up and breathed in.
"Now..." Kakarotto began. "I've just had a good idea..." he said. "As we've been friends for so long it's only natural that I've grown to like you, even if you were friends with that phony..."
"..."
"So... I'll make you a little deal..." Kakarotto continued. "If you give me something..." he lowered his hand to touch her breast so she knew what he meant. "... In return, I won't kill Vegeta."
"No!!" Bulma screamed. "You stay the fuck away from him!! I'm warning you!!"
"Easy, easy.... quit yelling..." Kakarotto spoke calmly as he moved the knife back to her throat. "I won't lay a finger on him, as long as you give me that little something. It's not much to ask, right? I think you're getting a pretty good deal."
"You're sick. You're fucking SICK!!" Bulma spat.
"Well, if you don't want to do it I'll be more than happy to attend Vegeta's funeral." Kakarotto shrugged. "After all, he was such a good friend to me. Always called me by my real name." he said. "Would you like me to do that?"
"....... A.... Alright..." Bulma gave in. "I'll do it."
"Good..." Kakarotto smiled. He raised her chin with the knife, and kissed her, running his tongue along her gums. He pulled away, and smirked down at her.
"Show me to the bedroom."

~~~

Bulma stared at her reflection as she stood in front of the bedroom mirror. Her hair was wet, and she wore a towel. She stared at herself. It wasn't her. That woman staring back at her wasn't her. She felt Tricked. Used. Dirty.
"Mmm..." Kakarotto came up behind her, placing his hands on her hips. He kissed her neck, and nuzzled against it.
"Now... don't tell anyone about this..." he said, rubbing his cheek against hers. He whispered into her ear:
"This'll be our little secret."
"..." Bulma looked down at the floor.
"And if you tell anyone..." Kakarotto put his finger under her chin and lifted up her head so she looked into the mirror at him. "Then I'll have to take Trunks, too." he said.
"...." Bulma was silent. She only had a little dignity left but she wasn't going to lose it by talking to him. Kakarotto moved his head to kiss her, but she turned her head to the side.
"Hm." Kakarotto uttered, and looked at the reflection of her. "I'll see myself out then shall I?"
"..."
"Okay. I'm glad we agree." Kakarotto left the room.
Bulma took one last look at her reflection, and walked over to the bed. She sat down, and stayed like that for a few long seconds. Then she cried.

~~~~~

Vegeta watched Kakarotto land in front of him. "So you finally decided to show up?" he said sarcastically.
"Sorry I was late." Kakarotto replied. "I guess I'm still a little shaky. Were you waiting long?"
Vegeta just waved a hand and shook his head.
"Not long, I suppose." that wasn't true, but Goku was still clearly a little upset.
"Well, shall we start?" Kakarotto got into a fighting stance. "And don't hold anything back, okay?"
"Like I would."

*later*

Bulma heard the door open and close.
"Vegeta?" she called.
"Yeah." Vegeta called back. Bulma tensed up. She'd been dreading this moment. Okay. Act normal. He won't suspect anything.
She got up from the computer, and left the room. She forced a smile at him.
"Hi." she greeted him. "... How was Goku? O - Okay?"
"He seemed fine." Vegeta shrugged. "But he was late, though. I still think he's stressed out about -"
"Vegeta..." Bulma tried not to but she couldn't help but cry. Vegeta looked at her.
"Huh? What's wrong?" he approached her.
"N - Nothing..." Bulma tried to stop, but she couldn't. The tears just came as if she had no control over them. She looked at the ground, like it would help!
"Oh, nothing? It's that why you're so hysterical?" Vegeta lifted her chin up so she looked at him. He stared into her eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked. "Are you still upset about Goten and Chichi?"
"Y - Yeah... that's it..." Bulma took this chance to make up an excuse. "It's just... so horrible..." she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him.
"Vegeta..." she cried against his chest. Her tears were a mixture of feelings. She was both glad to see him, and sad and ashamed that she'd let Go - Kakarotto do that. She didn't know which feeling was more powerful.
"Hey... what's all this? You were never like this..." Vegeta wrapped his arms around her.

He looked at her. "Is there something else? There is, right?"
"No!" Bulma swore. She stared up at him, into his eyes. "There's nothing else. I guess... I'm just not doing as well as I thought..."
"......" Vegeta wasn't too sure of whether to believe her.
"Heh." Bulma knew he was doubting, so she cracked a smile. "I look pathetic, right? I know... it's stupid that I'm like this now, but... oh, I don't know. It was just a shock, I guess."
"... Okay." Vegeta believed her now. She seemed genuine.
"Listen..." Bulma began. She pulled away from him. "Why don't you stay away from Goku for a couple of days? You said he was late, right?" she began. "I think he still needs time alone to grieve."
"But he seemed fine." Vegeta said.
"But you said yourself he's probably still stressed out about Goten and Chichi, right?" Bulma replied. "Just... stay away for a few days, okay? Just until he sorts himself out." "..... Sure, whatever." Vegeta shrugged. "A few days."
"Good." Bulma smiled. She was so relieved! But tried to hide it.
"I'm gonna go train." Vegeta walked off. Bulma watched him go. She still felt dirty. Even more dirty now that she'd lied to him. But how would she stop Kakarotto? She didn't trust him at all, like hell Vegeta was safe! But even if Vegeta was safe, who else would Kakarotto go after? Gohan? Krillin? Videl? She had to tell someone, but.... how? If she breathed a word to anybody Kakarotto would...
"God..." Bulma headed towards the bedroom. She had to think about this.