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Right now you maybe asking yourself some questions: Where's the Action, the adventure, where the HFIL is Bulma? These will be answered soon I promise you, just bare with me and be patient. In others words keep reading….

No one moved a muscle; all eyes tightly fastened to the fighters still in the ring. No one saw the heated anger of the fighter still behind the scenes. His face was etched with rage, his hair flashing into gold as he struggled against the one man capable of holding him back. His body had become a seething tower of hatred for the man who dared to harm his son. His eyes blazed with an intensity that had the other fighters cowering around him.

"Vegeta, stop," Goku sputtered out as he tried to sub do the powerful sayian. "Don't over react."

"He tried to kill my son Kakorrot. How do you expect me to act?"

"My sons out there too."

"You don't understand," Vegeta growled," He's all that's left of her."

His words came out almost to softly to hear, but Goku knew what he meant. There was unspoken anguish in his voice; the guiding inspiration for what Goku knew he had to do.

"I forfeit my match." He boomed clearly for the judges. And then softly so only Vegeta could here, "We can fight any time…go save her."

The sayian prince didn't need any more prodding. In a flash he stood before his challenger, barely holding his rage in check. The boys were behind him, Goten trying to drag the unconscious Trunks from the arena. The boy would be fine; he'd beaten him far worse in their training sessions but he was the only one allowed to harm the boy that badly.

"You wanted me you coward, now you have me," Vegeta's words were bitter, spit through his teeth in disgust, "Fight or die."

***~***

She didn't know how long she'd been crying, a few minutes or a few years. Not that it really mattered, either way she felt broken and lost as she crushed the tiny gown to her chest. It hadn't been a dream and now everything that she had tried to forget was rushing back to her as painful as always. She knew the mirror was waiting for an answer, gloating over her breakdown.

"I'll tell you what happened," Bulma looked up, her bloodshot eyes glaring at the mirror, "If you show me Vegeta."

There was no response right away, and Bulma assumed that the mirror had refused. Slowly she stood, still clutching the gown tightly to her. She'd turned and was half way to the door, when strange wind overcame her. The wind pulled and tugged, turning her body and dragging back to the mirror. A light was beginning to fade as a brutal scene painted itself over the glass.

A strangled gasp escaped her throat, a bare whimper of horror. There before her eyes was something she never thought she'd see: a broken and bloody Vegeta, limp and helpless in the grasp of his enemy. The figure, his enemy, her enemy, even hooded and covered she knew who it was.

"No Luriy," she rushed forward slamming her fists to the glass, "Stop!"