Disclaimer: I don't own City High, and I'm not the one who had the idea for Admira's third contest.  Happy?

DBZ Lawyers: **shake heads**

Raven:  Well that's just too bad!!!!!

A/n: Hello everybody!  I know this chapter took a little longer to get out than I promised…

Meliah: A little?

Raven: Okay, a lot…  But that's not my fault!  I was framed!

Meliah: Riiiiight…

Thanks to all my reviewers, and yes, there were over 20, I just didn't get to writing this chapter…

Meliah:  If your name isn't on the list that's just cause Raven-sama is lazy and doesn't feel like writing thank yous to each and every single person.

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Jadey Babe:  That's how I feel about Bulma and Vegeta too!

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Ashley:  All shall be revealed in good time…

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CATZE:  I hate that too!

Goku's Blue Angel:  I had a lot of inspiration from my friends…  nuf said…

Da Bomb:  Actually you can fake fear, but it would be a very very very bad thing to lie about getting raped…

saber4:  If you like the story idea there are more with the same theme type thingy on admira's site.

Jewel:  Yeah, that was scary… imagine being Bulma!

Macy Gray:  Yay!  Down with Yamcha!

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What I Call Life

Let Go

"I- He-" a terrified look crossed her face.

"Tell me Onna.  What did he do?" Vegeta asked with more concern than he had ever used in his life.  "Is what that wench said true?  Did that bastard really do that?"  He waited for a few more moments for her to reply, and when she hung her head and didn't answer he knew it was true.  "Why didn't you ever say anything to me Woman?"  When Bulma raised her head to look at him a lone tear was making it's way down her cheek.  The Saiyan Prince had known the woman before him for longer than either of them could remember.  They had first been friends and then lovers, and not once in the many years that he had known her did she ever once cry.  She had been made fun of for being human, beaten to a pulp by jealous Saiyan girls, and nearly raped by several guards and soldiers, but she had never once cried.  

"You don't know what it's like…" she whispered trying to hold back her tears.  "I've had to live with the fact that someone-" Bulma paused to take in a breath, "That someone I trusted hated me enough to-to- Kami, I can't even say it…  It was almost two years ago, and I still can't say it out loud…" The distraught young woman shook her head, "I guess you were right about me… I am a weakling…  This is why I couldn't tell you…  I found out about the pregnancy the night of graduation…  I wanted to tell you about it even though I thought 'Why would the Prince of all Saiyans ever want a pregnant human girl hanging around him?'  You had stuff in your life that you wanted to do…  You were going to be king, and if your people found out that our child was conceived before we were mated there would be a scandal.  The fact that I had been raped didn't help matters much.  I didn't want you to find out about it…  I was terrified that you wouldn't want me anymore if you found out…  It took me several weeks to figure out what to do, but pretty soon my parents found out.  They overheard a telephone conversation between Chi-Chi and me, and they gave me an ultimatum: get an abortion or leave.  I couldn't kill my baby; he was all I had left of you."  Her eyes were glazed over and appeared to be looking at nothing off in the distance as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks.

The Saiyan Prince watched as the strongest woman he knew broke down in front of him.  That bastard Yamcha would pay for what he had done to Bulma.  "Onna?" Vegeta questioned touching her shoulder.

Bulma jerked away from his touch, "You should leave…  Zarbon will charge you if you stay in here all night."

"I think I'll risk it…  I could kick that pansy's ass anyway."  The prince lay back on the bed and watched as his woman picked up their son and carried him to the corner and laid him in a large pile of blankets.  "That's not a suitable bed for a prince," he commented as she covered the small lavender haired baby with a blanket.

"Not much I can do about that," Bulma replied in a stronger voice that hid the fact that she had just been crying.  "I'm kind of stuck here.  I can't take him back to my parents; they don't even know he's your son.  Don't know how they wouldn't be able to tell…  He looks like you, acts like you, the kid hasn't even met you and he has your temperament."

"How do you know it's my temperament and not yours?" Vegeta asked her.

"For one, he gets pissed off every time he doesn't get what he wants, he's always hungry, and he scowls constantly."  She walked slowly over to the bed and grabbed her nightgown off the pillow.  "Turn around."

Vegeta just rolled his eyes, "Come on Onna, it's nothing I haven't seen before."

Her eyes narrowed and she let out a growl, "Turn around."

"Stubborn Onna," the prince muttered as he shut his eyes.  Of course Prince Vegeta wasn't one to be ordered about by a lowly human woman; his left eye slowly peeked open and stole a look at the woman changing next to the bed.  But with the Saiyan's bad luck she was looking right at him when he did so. 
"Hentai…" she whispered accusingly so not to wake the sleeping baby demi-Saiyan.  Bulma lay down on the bed with her back to him and shut her eyes.

The Saiyan Prince didn't know what the word meant, but he got the general idea behind what she had said.  "As always," he replied softly in her ear before wrapping an arm around her waist.

The former heiress's eyes shot open and her body went ridged.

"Onna?  What's wrong?" Vegeta asked quietly.

Bulma rolled over to face him, "I-"

Being a Saiyan with super senses had it upsides; he could see the fear in her eyes even in the dark.  The prince didn't say a word; he silently began to rub small circles into her back. 

Vegeta's touch had a calming effect on her and she snuggled up to his chest.  "Goodnight Vegeta, I've missed you," she whispered before drifting off to sleep.

A small smile appeared on the hardened prince's lips, "Goodnight Onna, I've missed you too." 

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The Next Morning

Kakarrot was searching the dimly lit hallway for the Saiyan Prince, "Where is he?  If I lost him the king will personally kill me…" Just thinking about all the horrible things the Saiyan King could do to him for losing his son made Kakarrot's headache worse.  "Oh man…"

Chi-Chi was just coming out of her room when Kakarrot breezed by.  "Kakarrot?  Is something wrong?"

"Uh…" the usually friendly Saiyan found himself speechless at the beauty before him.  He could remember what he had said the night before about her, not very clearly, but he could still remember.  "I'm… Uh… Looking for Prince Vegeta," he said while blushing.  "Have you seen him?"

"Last time I saw him… Let me think…  He was with Bulma.  They went into her room, I think.  I'll take you there."  The raven-haired beauty led the blushing Saiyan to her best friend's room; she rapped lightly on the door getting no response.  "She's probably still sleeping.  I'll just let myself in."  Chi-Chi turned the doorknob and pushed the door open to find Bulma and Vegeta curled up on the bed together.  She coughed loudly to get the attention of the sleeping couple.

Vegeta shot up in the bed bringing Bulma with him; his eyes searched the room wildly for the source of the noise he had heard. 

"Vegeta?  Is something wrong?" the gorgeous blue-haired woman in his arms asked sleepily as she attempted to regain her colored vision.  "What's going on?"  After a few seconds she discovered exactly what he was looking at, "Chi-Chi?"

"Bulma!  You didn't?!" Chi-Chi asked shocked.

Bulma just rolled her eyes and climbed out of her bed, "Of course not.  We were sleeping, thank you very much.  What are you doing here?"

"I brought Kakarrot.  He was looking for Vegeta."

"Goku?" Bulma asked confused looking out the doorway to see the big goofy Saiyan waving at her.

"Hi Bulma…  That's a nice dress," he said indicating her nightgown.

Bulma wrapped her arms around her chest and attempted to hide behind Vegeta.  "Uh… Thanks Goku…  Do you mind leaving while I get dressed?"

"I… uh…"

Vegeta stepped forward and pushed his guard out of the doorway, "Out.  Now.  Kakarrot."  As soon as Kakarrot and Chi-Chi were out Vegeta quickly shut the door.  "Brainless baka…"

"He's not brainless…" Bulma amended, "he's just… confused sometimes…"

"More like most of the time."

The aqua-haired woman shook her head at the prince she had spent the night with.  She dug through her wardrobe closet looking for a dress to wear for the day.  The only one she could find was a short white one that was one of the most revealing things she owned.  Her next stop was her bureau where she searched for something for Trunks to wear.  "Here," she called to Vegeta tossing him a small t-shirt with the Capsule Corp. logo on it. 

"What am I supposed to do with this?" he asked totally confused.

Bulma rolled her eyes, "Put it on Trunks of course.  You might want to change his diaper too…"

The prince's face distorted, "I am the Prince of all Saiyans and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know: you shouldn't be forced to change diapers.  I should have known you would be afraid to take care of him.  Just put it on the bed, and I'll change my son."

"Your son?  He's my son too!"

"Since when?  You're too afraid to even change him."

Vegeta let out a growl and snatched the t-shirt off the bed, "I'll show you who's afraid…" He walked over to the bundle in the corner that was his son; the Saiyan Prince cocked his head at the small baby who was now awake.  "Strange looking creature," he mumbled.

Trunks frowned up at his father and kicked at the prince when he tried to pick him up.

"Onna!  What did you tell this brat about me?  He's already being hostile!" he complained.

Bulma chuckled at the father and son as Vegeta carried Trunks across the room at arm's length.  "He doesn't have the plague Vegeta," she told him while pulling the dress over her head. 

"Maybe not, but he smells like shit…"

After a few attempts by Vegeta and a few helpful comments from Bulma, Trunks was changed and dressed.  As Bulma attempted to make the bed her prince walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.  "Come with me," he whispered into her ear.

"Where exactly are you going?" she replied uninterestedly.

"Come with me back to the palace.  Leave this place for good."

"And what of my son?" the blue haired goddess asked.

"Our son," the prince corrected.

Nodding she amended, "What of our son then?"

"He'd come with us of course.  He's the next heir to the throne of the Saiyan Empire."

Bulma turned around in his arms and looked him in the eyes, "What about Chi-Chi and Juu?"

"Who cares about them?"

"I do.  I can't leave them here Vegeta.  They've been my only friends these past couple years."

Vegeta was about to answer when the door opened again; the arrogant prince quickly moved away from Bulma.

"Uh… Bulma?  I really need to get Vegeta back to the palace or the king will have my head.  Is he ready to go?" Kakarrot asked from the doorway.

The prince opened his mouth to say no, but Bulma beat him to an answer, "Yes Goku, he's ready to go.  He just needs to say goodbye to his son."

"You have a son Vegeta?  Where?"  The third class Saiyan stepped into the room and looked around for the said son.  When he spotted Trunks lying on the floor propped up on blankets he walked over to look at the baby.  "Wow Vegeta!  I didn't know that you had a son!  He's so cute!  Who's his mother?"

Bulma and Vegeta sweat dropped; Kakarrot most definitely wasn't the smartest Saiyan on the planet.  "I'm his mother Goku," Bulma replied. 

"How did that happen?" the confused Saiyan asked.

The blue-haired genius had to hold back laughter; "I think Vegeta will tell you on your way back to the palace…"

Vegeta gave Bulma a look that said 'Thanks a lot Onna…' and walked towards the door to leave.  Just before leaving he looked back at the woman he was leaving again, "I'll be back for you Onna.  Remember that."  With that he was gone, leaving Bulma wondering when she would ever see him again. 

Chi-Chi stepped into the room followed by 18.  "What was that all about?" the Frypan-jin asked puzzled.  "Why didn't you go with him this time?  Why is he coming back?"

"I told him I wouldn't leave without you two," Bulma replied to her two best friends in the universe.

"Why the hell did you do that Blu?" 18 asked.  "You had a chance to get out of here and go back to your old life.  Why didn't you?"

"You two are the only reason I got through the last couple years, and I'm not about to let you live here in this shit hole while I live 'happily ever after' in the palace."

"You're a moron, you know that?" Chi-Chi asked.  "We'll never get out of here.  I'm stuck for life.  The only way I'd ever get out is if I got mated to a Saiyan."

"Same here," 18 added.  "We're stuck, but you can still get out.  When he shows up again you're going to leave, and that's all there is to it."

"I won't leave without you two.  If you stay, then so do I."

"You know, I think that Vegeta guy is bad for you…" 18 said nonchalantly.

Bulma smiled at her usually sarcastic friend, "And why is that Juu?"

"You used be all bitchy and stuff.  Now you're all… emotional… it's kinda scary…"

"Don't worry," the Chikyuu-jin comforted, "I won't be like this for long.  My next shift is in an hour."

"Well," a male voice interrupted, "want to do something fun with me while you wait?"

The three women turned to the door to see Yamcha standing there wearing only a pair of red boxer shorts. 

"Get the fuck out Yamcha!" Bulma yelled at the male Chikyuu-jin.  "You know damn well that I'd never do anything with you!"

"I don't think so Bulma.  From what I saw it looks like your taking clients now, so why not give yourself to me, again?"
The small blue-haired female let out a loud screech, "Yamcha you fucking bastard!  I never gave myself to you, and you know that a whole hell of a lot better than anyone!  Now get your ass out of my room!"     

Yamcha shook his head at the angry woman, "Language Bulma.  What are you teaching our son?"

"He's not our son!  He's my son!  Mine and Vegeta's!  Now get out!"

"He's what?" he asked threateningly as he headed for her.

Bulma's eyes went wide, and she began backing away from the very angry Yamcha, "Don't do this…"

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A/n: So what do you think will happen?  Any ideas?  R&R!  There probably won't be another update until June, but that's not a sure thing.  I've been really busy with school lately; therefore have very little time to write.  Sorry about that…..

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