Bulma tensed up when she felt him touch her head. He ran his hand through her hair as he started to kiss her neck.
"Don't." she turned her head away.
"Hm?" Vegeta looked at her. "What's wrong?"
".... Nothing. I'm fine." Bulma told him. "I just.... don't want to, okay?"
"... Okay...." Vegeta mumbled. He smiled, and leaned over to just kiss her.
"Please!" Bulma gasped, and avoided him. She put her hands on his face, and gently pushed him away. "Just don't touch me, alright?"
"What?" Vegeta shifted onto his side, and looked at her. "What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing. Nothing's the matter with me!" Bulma frowned.
"Bulma, almost ever since these killings started you've been acting weird."
"I'm just upset... A lot of my friends have died..." Bulma mumbled.
"Yeah? So why is it you carry on as normal during the day?" Vegeta challenged. "You're fine until I come near you. You're my wife, Bulma and we've been married for almost fifteen years. And just because of this you won't even let me touch you? What, you think I'm the one killing them?!"
"NO!" Bulma gasped. She sat up, and stared into his eyes. "Vegeta, I know it's not you! Please don't say that...."
"Well what's wrong with you?!" Vegeta demanded. "Just tell me!"
"I want to..." Bulma said.
"So why don't you?" Vegeta shrugged. "Why not?"
"..... I.... I can't...." Bulma lay back down.

Vegeta watched her. Maybe.... no.... she wouldn't. Never....
"Bulma....." Vegeta became a little tense, half - dreading the answer to the question he was about to ask. No. It couldn't be. Don't be so dumb. Why would she?
"Mm?" Bulma asked.
"........" Vegeta just stared at her. But... even now you're not around that often, are you? Maybe she's sick of it.... could she be? "..... Is...." he began. Bulma looked up at him as he spoke.
".... Is there someone else? Are you seeing another man?"
"NO!!" Bulma's eyes widened. She started to cry. "Oh, Vegeta!"
"Wha!" Vegeta cried out as she pulled him down on top of her. Bulma held him, hugging him tightly as she cried.
"There's nobody else, I promise!" she sobbed. "Never! I'd never love another man. You're the only one I could ever possibly want to be with."
"So what are you crying for? Why are you acting so differently around me? If there isn't someone else then what IS there?" Vegeta asked.
"I can't tell you." Bulma told him. "I want to.... but I can't. I'm sorry."
"Why can't you tell me?"
"I just can't. I'm... I'm afraid..." Bulma admitted.
"Afraid of what would happen to you?" Vegeta guessed. "Nothing'll happen. I won't let it."
"No." Bulma shook her head. "I'm afraid of what'll happen to you."
"Me?" Vegeta frowned in confusion. "Why me? What's gonna happen?"
"......" Bulma rested her head on his. She closed her eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Bulma -"
"Please...." Bulma lifted his head up.

They stared at each other.
"You just have to trust me." Bulma said. "Okay?"
"What's going on? Tell me!" Vegeta demanded.
"Okay?" Bulma ignored him.
"....... Christ..." Vegeta mumbled. He looked at her. "Okay, I trust you. But won't you just tell me? What do you think I'll do? I won't tell anyone else."
"If I tell you... you'll just get mad. And then..." Bulma daren't finish the sentance. And then if you go after Kakarotto.... he'll kill you.
"Mad?" Vegeta repeated, getting up. He lay on his side and spoke to her. "Then it's something terrible, right? What? I won't get mad."
"You will." Bulma replied.
"Well how do you know if you don't tell me?" Vegeta asked.
"... I just know you will. Just trust me. I....." she started to cry again. "I don't want to betray you, okay? I love you. Just you. Anything I do... I do it for you."
"What are you talking about? Have you done something?"
"I just did it for you, Vegeta. Honest!" Bulma swore. She knew she'd end up telling him too much, but she couldn't stand it any longer. Perhaps if he did know... she wouldn't have to keep betraying him. She wouldn't have to lie to him, hide from him, and.... she couldn't even bare to think of what she'd let Kakarotto do to her. Maybe he wouldn't get killed. Maybe Kakarotto was just lying to get her to.... ugh! The thought disgusted her.
"Did WHAT for me?" Vegeta became a little impatient. "What did you do? Why won't you tell me? What's going to happen?!"
"If I tell you... you have to promise not to go after him." Bulma said. "Because if you do... he'll kill you."
"Who's "he" ?" Vegeta asked. He frowned. "So there IS someone else."
"No! Not exactly... I don't want there to be..." Bulma replied. "But he said that if I didn't do it, he'd kill you. And if I told anyone, he'd kill you and Trunks."
"Who?!"
"K..." Bulma was afraid to say it. Don't. He'll get killed.
"Yes?" Vegeta looked at her.

Bulma turned her back to him.
".... No - one..."
"Bulma!" Vegeta frowned. "Come on! You almost told me! I won't get killed; I won't even go NEAR him if you think it's that bad! Just tell me!!"
"... You really won't go near him?" Bulma turned back round to face him. She sat up. "And you won't tell anyone you know?"
"No. I won't." Vegeta promised.
"....... Okay...." Bulma gulped. "He.... he said that.... if I didn't... you know..."
"Huh?" Vegeta looked at her. "What?"
"....."
"!!" Vegeta's eyes widened. "WHAT?!?! Who is he?!?! I'll -"
"See!" Bulma climbed out of bed. She threw on her dressing gown. "That's why I didn't want to tell you! Look at you! You've gone crazy already! I'm not telling you who it is, or you'll go over there and get yourself killed!!" she left the room.
"...." Vegeta sighed, and slammed his fist against the bed. "Shit!"

~~~

Bulma sat down at the kitchen table. She ran her hands through her hair in a frustrated manner, and sighed.

~~~

Vegeta threw on his dressing gown. He had to fine out who "he" was! He left the room.

~~~

Bulma sat with her arms folded on the table, and her head on them. Crying.
The sound of footsteps entered the room. She knew Vegeta was coming nearer, but she continued to cry anyway. Her tears only softened when she felt his hand on her back. She sniffed.
"Sorry I snapped just now..." she mumbled.
"..... 'Doesn't matter." Vegeta sat down beside her. "Bulma."
"... Please.... just go back to bed... I'll be up in a few minutes." she listened, and noticed that Vegeta wasn't moving.
"I'll go back when you tell me who did that to you." Vegeta said not coldly, but strictly.
"... If I tell you... you'll get so angry, you go right over there and he'll kill you." Bulma told him.
"I won't get angry."
"You got angry enough when you found out what I'd done." she replied.
"Well can you blame me?!" Vegeta protested. "Somebody raped you!!" he looked at her. "How many times has he done it?"
"... That first time when he said he'd kill you.... and yesterday at Gohan and Videl's. He was there. When I arrived he'd raped Videl.... and after he killed her... I tried to escape...." Bulma got back to crying.
"...." Vegeta put his arms around her. "... Don't cry...."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Sorry? Why? It's not your fault. You were raped."
"I'm still sorry."

"Bulma," Vegeta began. "Who is he?"
"..." Bulma raised her head to look at him. "Don't go over there."
"Okay. I'll stay calm. I'll stay right here." Vegeta said.
".... He's not the same as he used to be..." she told him. "Something's happened to him. He's different. He says that Goku was fake. Never real."
"What...?" Vegeta looked at her. "Bulma... what... are you getting at...?"
"... It's Kakarotto." Bulma was so afraid after she'd said that. She watched Vegeta. He was silent for a few seconds, as if he was still trying to understand it.
"K - Kakarotto...? KAKAROTTO did that to you?! He's the one that been killing everyone?! His own family?!"
"No!" Bulma shook her head. "Not Goku! This person isn't Goku! It really is Kakarotto! I don't know how the hell it happened, but Goku's gone! Kakarotto's all that's left!"
"I don't care!!" Vegeta snapped, shooting up from his seat. His face filled with anger. "HE'S the one that's been raping you?! I'll fucking -"
"You said you wouldn't do anything!!" Bulma screamed, also getting up.
"I know!! But he has no right to do that!!! To MY WIFE?!?! And what the hell's the playing at?!?! Killing his own family?! His wife, his own CHILDREN?!"
"They're not Kakarotto's -"
"I'm sorting this out!" he stormed out of the room.
"Vegeta, wait!!" Bulma ran after him.

She chased him down the corridor.
"Stay here!! He'll kill you!!"
"He can try!"
"He'll succeed!! You know he will!!" Bulma protested. "Vegeta!!"
"Listen," Bulma almost ran into him as he suddenly stopped and turned around to face her. "He raped you. Not only that, he threatened you. Will my life and Trunks' life. Did he threaten to kill you, too?"
"He -"
"Did he?!?!" Vegeta shouted.
"Yes!" Bulma replied. "But -"
"Then it's settled!!" Vegeta entered the bedroom. He pulled his spandex out of the closet and got changed.
"Don't!! Please!!" Bulma begged, grabbing his arm. Vegeta shook her off, and left the room.
"Stay here!!" Bulma ran after him down the corridor. Vegeta came to the door.
"Please, Vegeta!" Bulma grabbed hold of him again. "Don't!"
"I have to." Vegeta said. He went out, closing the door behind him.
"No!" Bulma pulled the door open and ran outside. She saw him already far away. "VEGETAAAAA!!!" she screamed. He couldn't hear her. No. He probably could, but he continued anyway.
"No..." she fell to her knees, crying. "Please.... please be okay..."