Chapter the fourth
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As Bulma flew her flying machine, she couldn't get Vegeta's face out of her mind, his evil face. When she had been talking to him he certainly didn't seem evil; there just seemed to be something about him that made him defensive. He didn't seem like the type to kill, even though Goku claimed he'd try to kill him before. But Bulma didn't blame him. He was a Saiyan, and it was a Saiyan's instinct to kill. That was what they lived for.
Still, she couldn't get the way she felt when he was carrying her. She felt all nice and safe, and like she had known Vegeta for years, when it was really about ten minutes. What was it about that evil man that made him so . . . charming and nice to be around? Was it the fact that he was handsome, because, he WAS very handsome to her, or was it just when he had helped her? Either way, she couldn't stop thinking about him. It was just too hard to let it go and say that she'd never see him again. She felt like she hadn't thanked him properly for all that he did.
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When Bulma got back to Capsule Corporation, Goku greeted her eagerly. "Where did you hide the Dragonball, Bulma?" He asked.
Bulma simply slouched past him and into her room, where she shut the door and sat on the bed to think about things.
Goku walked up to the door and opened it slightly. "Bulma, is something bothering you? Did the Saiyan take your Dragonball?" He asked. He walked in a little bit closer to Bulma, making sure that Vegeta hadn't hurt her or anything. "Did the Saiyan hurt you?"
Bulma smiled dreamily and shook her head. "No, he didn't hurt me Goku. I'm perfectly fine." She admitted, "And he did take the Dragonball. But only because I gave it to him. I was scared; and I think he was too. But it wasn't for the reason that I was. He seemed . . . timid about something, when I asked him a question."
Goku was about to walk out, but what Bulma said had struck him curious.
"You aren't mad at me for giving him the Dragonball are you? He was going to kill me, you know." Bulma sighed, hugging a pillow up to her chest.
"Back up for a second. What question did you ask him?" Goku asked. "It isn't very smart to-"
"I asked him how he got the bruises on his face. He had bruises all over him. It was like someone had beaten the life out of him. It was awfully sad, so I asked him how he got them. But he never told me. All he told me was that he didn't get them in a fight."
Goku, thinking her stupid, walked out of the room in kind of a slum about Bulma giving Vegeta the Dragonball.
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Bulma couldn't sleep that night. All that she could think about was Vegeta, and how mean he was until she brought up the bruises on his face. *I wonder how he got them if he wasn't in a fight. * She thought, rolling once more. The sandman was either late tonight or just never planned on coming.
*He was so handsome . . . and so charming . . . * Bulma thought, with a small smile. *A lot more charming then any of my other boyfriends. * She was thinking pacifically about Yamcha when she said this. Yamcha was the guy she'd been with since Goku was a boy, but now she was broken up with him. They were still very good friends though.
She was so curious about those bruises on Vegeta's face, and how they had got there, and how sad he'd seemed when he told her he didn't get them in a fight. How had he gotten them? Was there somebody beating him? Was he battered, and needed to get away? Would he EVER get away? But, there was also the thought of Vegeta being a Saiyan. Saiyans' wouldn't let anybody beat them, unless whoever was doing it was stronger . . . Like another alien.
*Aw well. If he won't stop it, it's his fault. * Bulma thought. But she couldn't get herself to think this way. She kept on thinking about the poor man's misfortune, thinking so much that she slipped on her house shoes and walked to the window, looking outside and wondering where he was at, and how he was. *Maybe that's why he wanted the Dragonball so bad that he might risk shattering it. Maybe whoever it is that beat him was going to beat him if he didn't get one. * Bulma thought. *So maybe it was for the best that I gave him the Dragonball. Maybe now, whoever is beating him will be happy with him. * Bulma smiled a little bit at this thought, thinking about how she could have made a difference in Vegeta's life.
"Vegeta . . ." She murmured to herself. She liked the way that his name sounded coming out of her mouth, Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta. It was a perfect name. It was a name that she'd never forget as long as she lived. But, the disappointment was that she might never get to see Vegeta again, for she doubted that he'd come looking for her. He was just too much of a selfish person. Or was he? Did he feel the same about Bulma as she felt about him?
As a person who'd had her heart broken before, Bulma had never believed in love at first sight. She thought that it seemed too far-fetched and out of this world, after all, too many people got their hearts broken in this cruel world. Love at first sight was as far-fetched as magic to her, because she'd thought that was love at first sight with Yamcha. Proved that it wasn't when he dumped her like a dog.
But, she wasn't sure if she believed in love at first sight now, because she thought she'd fallen prey to it.
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After staying awake for at least three more hours, Bulma found that she couldn't stay in bed no matter how hard she tried, because she wanted to see him so badly again. She couldn't stop thinking about how far away Vegeta was; about what he was doing at the moment. Maybe he was eating, sleeping . . . most likely sleeping, because of the time of night it was.
*Enough WONDERING what Vegeta's doing . . . Why don't I get up and see? * She asked herself. It didn't seem like too bad of a plan. After all, she couldn't sleep, and didn't the doctors tell you to get up and do something else when you couldn't sleep? Bulma shrugged and got up, going over to her dresser and slipping on a tight shirt and a skirt. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail. *But I don't even know where to look for him. * She thought. *He could be flying around anywhere, he's a saiyan! But most likely asleep, because it's night. So where would he be sleeping? *
Bulma decided to look for a space ship, because Vegeta couldn't come to Earth without a space ship, so she figured that she should go and look for one. She went out and got her flying machine, ready to put it into gear and start looking for Vegeta.
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Vegeta went to sleep in a good mood, remembering the events that had took place this night. No beating. Freeza had been pleased with him, and given him a good dinner for getting him the Dragonball. Vegeta's rations were removed, too, and luckily Zarbon or Dodoria hadn't seen him carrying Bulma. They just wished they'd found her so they could get the credit for the Dragonball.
*I owe it all to Bulma, for giving me the Dragonball. * He thought, smiling as he leaned against a tree out by the ship to sleep. He decided against sleeping in the ship tonight because he needed some fresh air to think about how well things had gone tonight.
Vegeta got to thinking about the conversation that had taken place between him and the woman, the conversation that shouldn't have happened. He should have shot her head off after giving him the Dragonball and the flown off, ending her life and his worry about the Dragonball. This had been his plan, too, but when he was about to his heart had told him to stop. Something inside him wanted him to keep her alive.
Thinking about how beautiful Bulma was made his tail all twitchy, like most Saiyans' tails got when they were exited. (In more than one way exited LOL.) Vegeta grabbed it to keep it from going haywire as he tried to sleep, but it didn't work. It was bringing out the longing he felt to see the woman who had saved his life again. "Stop it!" He ordered to it, but of course, it didn't work. He had to see Bulma again. "I don't need to see Bulma again, she was a stupid earthling woman. I'll bet that she's home crying that I tried to beat her up, which I should have."
Vegeta leaned his head back against the tree, unfurling his tail from his waist in hopes that would work. As he found himself looking at the moon he realized how close it was to a full moon . . . only about a week. He'd turn into a huge, rampaging monkey in a week.
Vegeta didn't mind the transformation, as he usually didn't remember the damage he did. He didn't really care anyway. This was not his planet and he did not care what he destroyed. There was only one thing he kept thinking about he would care if he destroyed. And you know what that was, and his tail certainly did too. It started twitching like mad.
Vegeta growled, grabbing it to try and keep it under control. It was like he couldn't even control it when he was horny! "You'd better stop that or I'll cut you off." He growled, and sat on it to keep it from twitching. But it somehow kept twitching, making it harder and more uncomfortable for him to get to sleep.
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Vegeta felt something brushing against his thigh while he was in his light sleep, tickling him and waking him up. He realized it was his tail, bringing out the longing for Bulma again. Vegeta screamed out in frustration. *In order to make it stop twitching, I'll have to see Bulma again. * Vegeta thought. *But I can't see Bulma again! I don't know where she is . . . And I'll bet I can get my tail under control on my own. It is mine, after all. It's not like it's doing it on its own. *
Thinking this, he concentrated as much as he could on making his twitchy tail keep still. He could manage to contain it a little; but it was still rigid and twitched a little bit. He finally gave up on sleeping. "Unless I see her again, I'll never be able to sleep!" He thought outloud, pounding a fist on the ground. "But I don't know where she is! She could be anywhere out in the world!"
He looked up at the sky, thinking about flying off and finding Bulma in order for him to sleep. But what if it was all for nothing? What if he found her, and . . . he fell for her? What would happen then, except for sadness on both of their parts? This was so, because Vegeta knew what would happen if Freeza found out that he was spending all of his free time with some girl instead of looking for the Dragonballs. Or maybe Freeza wouldn't like it because he wanted to make Vegeta miserable. Any way, Freeza would kill him for it.
*Aw Well. I don't care. I'll just sit here and think about it. After all, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm never going to see her again. * He closed his eyes.
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Bulma looked down on the ground from her flying machine, looking for a space ship. She had no proof that it was anywhere around here. But, she had a strong feeling about this area that Vegeta was somewhere there. It was as if she felt his presence lurking out in the darkness somewhere; and all she had to do now was seek it out. She was so close but yet so far.
*I wonder if he's thinking about me. * Bulma thought; only bringing more longing for the Saiyan. What if he was? What if she found him, and he had been wanting to find her too?
But there was something that seemed to be blocking her mind about her and Vegeta. She remembered the bruises on his face, and wondered if somebody who would never let their love survive ruled him with a strong grip? Just as Bulma was through thinking this thought, she spotted a huge circular object on the ground below her.
*A space ship! * Bulma thought with thrill, smiling from ear to ear. She didn't see the Saiyan around, but she figured he was probably inside of the space ship. That was a risk she would have to take, to find Vegeta.
She landed her air ship and slowly got out.
Had Vegeta been awake at the moment, he would have heard Bulma and warned her not to go inside the ship. But he had finally drifted off to sleep.
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Bulma walked up to the door of the space ship, noticing it was wide open for anyone to enter. *I could go in right now and find Vegeta. * Bulma thought. *Then, I'll come right out. Nothing is going to happen to me in there. * But, somehow, her mind was telling her otherwise, that something awfully bad was going to happen to her if she went inside that space ship. "Maybe I shouldn't go inside. Maybe I should wait until tomorrow and get Goku or someone to come with me." She thought outloud. But, in spite herself, she felt her legs moving towards the door of the spaceship. "Aw Well. It's all worth this to find Vegeta again." She said, taking a deep breath and stepping inside.
It was well kept inside of the space ship, like someone very tidy had been the boss of this space ship. Bulma could smell something strange inside of it, though. *It doesn't matter. I need to find Vegeta and get out. *
Bulma wasn't thinking about the fact that maybe there were some other people inside of the space ship when she yelled Vegeta's name.
"VEGETA!"
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It just so happens that as Bulma was being an idiot and calling out Vegeta's name, Zarbon and Dodoria were nearby and heard the calls of a woman. They both exchanged glances.
"Should we awake Master Freeza?" Zarbon asked Dodoria.
"No. Let's take care of it ourselves. I think it's that same weak, human woman that I was chasing before. It sounds just like her." Dodoria explained. "I have a little business to finish with her. Let's go get her."
Zarbon and Dodoria started to wonder in the direction of Bulma's screams for Vegeta.
"But how come she wants Vegeta?" Zarbon asked. "Are they friends or something? Did Vegeta do something to her?" The thought that maybe they were lovers popped brightly into Zarbon's mind, but he excused it.
"No, I think she wants her Dragonball back. Vegeta stole it from her." Dodoria said.
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"VEGETA!"
Bulma gave up after calling her Prince Charming's name for a full ten minutes.
"Oh, what's the point? He's either very deeply asleep or not here at all!" She exclaimed in frustration. "I shouldn't have even come in here, I have no business! What if there are some other people in here that could hurt me? Like that pink alien that chased me into the canyon?"
Bulma was about to turn and leave when she heard footsteps behind her.
Bulma was too frightened to move. "Hello? Vegeta, is that you?" She asked. "Please don't hurt me, I just came to see you to-"
"I'm not Vegeta, lady. Just shut up and don't put up a fight, or I'll kill you."
Bulma turned around and for a split second saw the pink alien that had chased her down the canyon and someone else. "AHH--*MUUPHH! *" She screamed, as Dodoria clamped a hand over her mouth to shut her up. Bulma was filled with fear, scared so bad that she was crying.
"Please don't hurt me!" She begged, muffled. "I was just looking for someone, I didn't mean any harm-"
"Tell me, why were you looking for Vegeta?" Zarbon demanded. "WHY?"
Bulma was about to tell him that it was because she thought she was in love with him, but then remembered the bruises all over Vegeta's face. *Maybe these are the people that beat him. Maybe they'll beat him even more if I tell them-- * Bulma felt her hair being yanked so hard that her eyes watered. She shrieked. "Please, please let me go! I'll go right away, and I won't look for Vegeta anymore-"
"Answer my question!"
Bulma gulped. *I can just make up a fast lie. * She thought, so that was exactly what she did. "I came back for my Dragonball. He took it from me, and I want it back. But I don't HAVE to have to have it back-"
"No, you don't, because that Dragonball is now officially property of Master Freeza." Dodoria said. "And because you decided to come in here and disturb us, we're taking you prisoner."
Bulma's heart sank into her stomach, and she almost started to bawl like a baby. She would never be able to find Vegeta if they took her prisoner! Then again, maybe . . . Maybe she'd get to see him if she were a prisoner! Then, maybe he'd set her free . . . or maybe not. She couldn't take the chance of staying locked up in this musty old space ship forever and beaten like Vegeta was.
"NOOO!" She shouted, wrenching her arms away from the alien's grasp. She began to sprint away, towards the exit of the space ship.
"HEY! COME BACK HERE!" Bulma heard behind her as she ran. But she wasn't going to stop. Being held prisoner was not the way to save Vegeta from this hell. That was something she was bound determined to do, come hell or high water. Save Vegeta.
Bulma didn't dare look back as she ran, finally jumping out the door. But as she jumped, she felt someone grab her with strong arms around her waist painfully. "Ow!" She shrieked, finding her feet dangling off the ground. She looked into the face of her captor and noticed it wasn't the pink monster anymore but the green one.
"Let me go!" She ordered, biting, kicking, and screaming. But none of it worked, and she felt the alien cup a hand over her mouth to shut her up. *Is this the end? Is this how I'm going to die? * She thought, struggling a little bit more. But none of it worked. She was going to be taken prisoner by 'Master Freeza,' and treated just like Vegeta was. Her and Vegeta would get to live together, but beat . . .
"NOO!" Bulma screamed, thinking this. Her scream came out loud even though it was muffled by Zarbon's hand. She struggled even more, yanking at his arm and arching her back. "HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME! HELP!" She screamed. "PLEASE!"
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Vegeta was in his deep sleep on the other side of the space ship when he heard a scream. It was an annoying sounding scream, and in a voice he had heard before. It was Bulma! Vegeta stood up, ignoring his tail, which was now twitching so much it hurt.
"What is she doing here . . . and why is she screaming?" He said to himself, listening to her scream for help. He started to leisurely walk around to the front of the space ship, secretly excited. *Yes! I can sleep again! * He thought, starting to run. But it wasn't the picture that he was hoping to see. He hoped to see Bulma just standing there, with a smile on her face and looking as pretty as she had the day that he met her.
But instead, he saw her being held by Zarbon, who was trying to drag her inside the ship despite her screams for help. "What the-" He said, stepping forward a bit.
Bulma saw Vegeta. "Vegeta!" She said, happily. "It's you! Please help me, please-" She shut up when Zarbon slapped her.
"What are you doing?" Vegeta asked Zarbon, squinting his eyes up.
Zarbon shrugged. "She was in the ship, so I'm taking her captive." He said. "She said she was looking for you for her Dragonball."
Vegeta exchanged a glance with Bulma, who slowly shook her head, which meant that was not the reason she'd come back. Vegeta crossed his arms. "Do you really think that we have USE for a human woman? What's the point in taking her captive just to hear her scream? She's of no harm to us. We could just as easily kill her as to take her prisoner. So, you see, there's really no point."
Bulma gasped. *Oh, sure, put the idea in his head to kill me. * She thought, but still decided that Vegeta knew what he was doing. She had trust in Vegeta.
"Okay, I'll kill her then." Zarbon said, getting a powerball ready in his hand.
Vegeta grew startled. "N-No!" He said.
Zarbon's head snapped to Vegeta. "What? What's your problem now?"
Vegeta cleared his throat. "Um . . . I want to do it." He said with a smirk. As he started to think this, his tail twitched really hard, so hard he looked foolish. Vegeta grabbed it and held it with both hands, trying his best to look serious. "I haven't gotten to kill anything in a long while."
He stepped forward, until he was standing in front of Bulma directly. Vegeta felt adrenaline rush in his body, ending with his tail swinging back and forth in his hands. Vegeta grunted and grabbed onto it harder, almost falling on his ass.
"What's wrong with you? You're acting . . . funny." Zarbon said.
Vegeta shrugged, and ran a hand through his hair. "Nothing." He said. "There is nothing wrong with me. I guess I'm just excited to . . . Get to kill her." He reached out and grabbed Bulma by the arm then yanked her over to him.
"Ow!" Bulma screamed. She couldn't help but notice Vegeta release his grip on her a little bit when she said this.
"Fine. You can kill her." Zarbon said. "But next time . . . I get to kill." He then walked back into the space ship and shut the door.
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As soon as Zarbon went back inside, Bulma couldn't help herself. She grabbed Vegeta and hugged him really hard, crying into his chest.
"Oh, Vegeta . . . Please, please don't kill me, please . . ." She wailed. "Don't! I didn't come back for the Dragonball, I came back because-"
Vegeta stepped back away from her, and brushed her tears off of his armor. "Yes, yes, yes. I know why you came back." He said, crossing his arms. "And no, I don't think I'm going to kill you. Don't know why, though." He had to grab his tail again as it waved back and forth, revealing his obvious horniness.
"T-T-Thank you so much for saving me." Bulma said, shuffling her feet. She didn't know what to say to him. She was at a loss of words.
They stood there in silence for a long time.
"I needed to see you again." Bulma said to Vegeta, looking up into his eyes with tears in her own ocean blue ones. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, couldn't stop wondering about those bruises on your face . . . but now I know."
Vegeta looked at the ground. "Uh . . . Yes. You're right, that is how I got the bruises on my face." He admitted.
He had to push himself not to hug this woman. So sympathetic over his feelings, like he'd never been over hers. He looked up when he saw Bulma inching towards him.
"It's okay." She reassured. "You'll get away somehow, someday. I promise. You're too strong willed of a person to let this happen to you, right?"
Vegeta snarled a little bit. "This is none of your business." He said. "Just go home. I've been your knight in shining armor and saved you, now you can go home and-"
But he found himself not able to finish his sentence when Bulma grabbed his tail, which had been twitching and waving around like mad. She was kind of smiling at it, as if it had revealed everything to her, as it had. Vegeta's eyes widened and his cheeks bloomed red with embarrassment. "I-"
Bulma smiled. "You seem to be having some problems here. But I can help you." Bulma said.
Vegeta took his tail out of her hand calmly. "I can get it under control." He said. "It's nothing."
Bulma shrugged. "All right, but if you want to sleep anytime soon tonight . . . I suggest you let me help. Please? I've been wanting to talk to you and see you ever since I first met you-"
Vegeta sighed and dropped his hands to his sides. He wanted to tell her no and to get lost; but something in his mind wouldn't let him tell her no. This was the time he'd been waiting for all night. He wasn't going to let her get away.
"Fine." He said, crossing his arms. "But make it quick. I'm tired."
Bulma grabbed his hand and led him around to the back of the ship, where she asked him to sit down at the base of the tree. When he obeyed, she sat down beside him. "Okay. I want you to tell me about those bruises, and why you let them beat you." Bulma said. "Once you tell me that, then I'll go home and leave you alone. I just have to know, though."
Vegeta looked at the beautiful woman's face. Should he tell her something that wasn't even her business? He crossed his arms tightly across his chest. "I guess I should tell you, because you already know enough." He said. "But it'll be hard . . ."
Bulma leaned closer to him. "Go ahead and tell me. I'm sure that It'll make you feel much better, and maybe you'll have more of a need to open up to other people." She tightened her ponytail. Never in her life had she more felt like kissing somebody.
Vegeta opened his mouth to start, but was interrupted by Bulma.
"Vegeta, just forget telling me. I can tell that it bothers you to talk about it." Bulma admitted. "I just wanted to ask you something is half the reason I came back."
Vegeta snapped his gaze up to her, ready for her to drop the bomb. "Yes?"
Bulma exhaled. "I just wanted to know if you felt anything when you first saw me."
Vegeta was shocked. "What do you mean?" He asked. "You mean anything? I felt anger-"
"No! I mean, did you feel affection? Did you feel the feeling that you might want to spend your life with me? Did you feel that feeling in the pit of your stomach like you were falling?" Bulma asked, barraging him with questions.
Vegeta just sat there for a moment, blinking his onyx-colored eyes. He then smirked. "Affection? How could I feel affection for someone I don't even know, yet alone an Earth Woman! We have our differences. How come you're even asking me this? I simply wanted your Dragonball, and you gave it to me, yatata yatata yatata. That's all." He said.
"But I felt something for you!"
Vegeta heard this line, and it was as if his whole world froze. She had feelings for him? At first sight?
Vegeta turned his face away. "Bulma, I-" He said. He didn't want to tell her about his feelings for her. It would be a sacrifice to his pride, his honor . . . everything that he stood for. But what SHOULD he tell her? A complete lie? Lying was something that Saiyans' didn't like to do, so he didn't think he had the right to lie. So, in a voice that might fit a mouse, he said, 'I felt something . . .'
Bulma leaned closer. "What?" She asked.
Vegeta didn't answer. He was too ashamed. "You heard what I said." He snapped, looking the opposite direction from her. "I don't know what happened, what I saw in you, but . . . something was there. And it never should have happened, I never should have LET it happen, I should have just killed you on the spot . . ."
"But Vegeta, you didn't and that's all that matters. I don't care what you would have done; I care what you did do. And that's save my life twice, when you could have left me to die. That doesn't sound like just caring to me . . . that sounds like love." Bulma explained to Vegeta.
Vegeta shrugged. "I don't know, but that could have been why my tail has been so weird lately . . . when a saiyan is excited, that always happens . . ."
Bulma smiled. " I don't want you to worry about being beaten anymore, Vegeta." Bulma said. "I'm going to help you get away. I fell in love with you at first sight; and I just want you to be happy. And to get you happy, I'll get you away."
Vegeta's eyes widened. "B-Bulma, no! We can't . . . have a relationship." He said. "If I did, and Freeza were to find out . . . He'd kill me, Bulma. And if Zarbon or Dodoria were to see us, they'd tell Master Freeza and that would be the end. I think it's best if we just stay away from each other forever." He was silent. "I would kill you if I had the heart right now to do it. So just go, and run away, before I do."
Bulma stayed sitting there. "I can't run, Vegeta. You know it would make you happy, and then you might actually have a life besides being beat."
Vegeta growled and pulled himself to his feet. "Bulma, I told you that I can't! It's not because I don't want to . . . it's because I CAN'T! He'd kill me!"
"Then we could hide it."
"How easy is it to hide love from three people who are literally watching you every move you make? It sounds so easy to you, Bulma, because you don't live the way that I do. I can't just . . . conduct a secret affair under Freeza's eye because he'd eventually catch me. And then, I wouldn't be alive anymore. He'd probably cut off my head the minute he saw us together." He sighed deeply. "I think you should stop egging on about it and go on with your life. Just forget about me."
"But I could never forget about you, Vegeta." Bulma said, looking at him with pleading eyes and leaning a little bit closer. "Never, as long as I live. I couldn't live knowing that I didn't help you escape."
Vegeta started to slowly walk off away from Bulma, with his arms crossed.
Bulma got up to follow him. "Don't walk away from me Vegeta, please." She pleaded, grabbing his shoulder. "That's happened to me too many times before."
Vegeta sighed, as if thinking about Bulma's proposition. *She's crazy, does she not realize the situation that I'm in at all? * He thought. He turned back around to face her. "Bulma . . . what if he were to find out?"
Bulma smiled at Vegeta. "He won't, Vegeta. He'll never have to know. We can keep away from him, and be in secret-"
"But Zarbon and Dodoria, they watch me all of the time! If one of them were to find out, they'd tell Freeza, and he'd kill me . . . and possibly you. Would you want to die, Bulma?"
"He wouldn't kill me."
"But . . . he'd kill me . . ."
Bulma knew how Vegeta felt about the situation, and realized what a horrible one it was. But he had to realize that being scared was not the way to get away from Freeza. Being brave was. Bulma walked up closer to him.
"But Vegeta . . . For a first tip, being scared is not the way to solve this problem." She said. "Being brave is, and taking chances . . . And then maybe he'll let you go someday."
"But not without a fight!"
Bulma leaned in closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and touching her nose to his. "If he wants a fight . . . A fight is what we'll give him." She murmured.
Vegeta stared at her for a second, before smirking a little bit. *This is against what all Saiyan's stand for-but Aw well. I can sacrifice my pride on this one little thing. * He thought. "We'll fight until the end." He said softly, leaning in to lock lips with Bulma for the first time, the thing he'd been longing to do ever since he first saw her.
End of chappy four. Did you like it? I'm sorry it was a little bit long, but the next chapter won't be like this. In the next chapter, what do Bulma and Vegeta do to hide their love from Freeza, and what risks do they take? Find out in the next chapter!
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As Bulma flew her flying machine, she couldn't get Vegeta's face out of her mind, his evil face. When she had been talking to him he certainly didn't seem evil; there just seemed to be something about him that made him defensive. He didn't seem like the type to kill, even though Goku claimed he'd try to kill him before. But Bulma didn't blame him. He was a Saiyan, and it was a Saiyan's instinct to kill. That was what they lived for.
Still, she couldn't get the way she felt when he was carrying her. She felt all nice and safe, and like she had known Vegeta for years, when it was really about ten minutes. What was it about that evil man that made him so . . . charming and nice to be around? Was it the fact that he was handsome, because, he WAS very handsome to her, or was it just when he had helped her? Either way, she couldn't stop thinking about him. It was just too hard to let it go and say that she'd never see him again. She felt like she hadn't thanked him properly for all that he did.
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When Bulma got back to Capsule Corporation, Goku greeted her eagerly. "Where did you hide the Dragonball, Bulma?" He asked.
Bulma simply slouched past him and into her room, where she shut the door and sat on the bed to think about things.
Goku walked up to the door and opened it slightly. "Bulma, is something bothering you? Did the Saiyan take your Dragonball?" He asked. He walked in a little bit closer to Bulma, making sure that Vegeta hadn't hurt her or anything. "Did the Saiyan hurt you?"
Bulma smiled dreamily and shook her head. "No, he didn't hurt me Goku. I'm perfectly fine." She admitted, "And he did take the Dragonball. But only because I gave it to him. I was scared; and I think he was too. But it wasn't for the reason that I was. He seemed . . . timid about something, when I asked him a question."
Goku was about to walk out, but what Bulma said had struck him curious.
"You aren't mad at me for giving him the Dragonball are you? He was going to kill me, you know." Bulma sighed, hugging a pillow up to her chest.
"Back up for a second. What question did you ask him?" Goku asked. "It isn't very smart to-"
"I asked him how he got the bruises on his face. He had bruises all over him. It was like someone had beaten the life out of him. It was awfully sad, so I asked him how he got them. But he never told me. All he told me was that he didn't get them in a fight."
Goku, thinking her stupid, walked out of the room in kind of a slum about Bulma giving Vegeta the Dragonball.
* * * * * * *
Bulma couldn't sleep that night. All that she could think about was Vegeta, and how mean he was until she brought up the bruises on his face. *I wonder how he got them if he wasn't in a fight. * She thought, rolling once more. The sandman was either late tonight or just never planned on coming.
*He was so handsome . . . and so charming . . . * Bulma thought, with a small smile. *A lot more charming then any of my other boyfriends. * She was thinking pacifically about Yamcha when she said this. Yamcha was the guy she'd been with since Goku was a boy, but now she was broken up with him. They were still very good friends though.
She was so curious about those bruises on Vegeta's face, and how they had got there, and how sad he'd seemed when he told her he didn't get them in a fight. How had he gotten them? Was there somebody beating him? Was he battered, and needed to get away? Would he EVER get away? But, there was also the thought of Vegeta being a Saiyan. Saiyans' wouldn't let anybody beat them, unless whoever was doing it was stronger . . . Like another alien.
*Aw well. If he won't stop it, it's his fault. * Bulma thought. But she couldn't get herself to think this way. She kept on thinking about the poor man's misfortune, thinking so much that she slipped on her house shoes and walked to the window, looking outside and wondering where he was at, and how he was. *Maybe that's why he wanted the Dragonball so bad that he might risk shattering it. Maybe whoever it is that beat him was going to beat him if he didn't get one. * Bulma thought. *So maybe it was for the best that I gave him the Dragonball. Maybe now, whoever is beating him will be happy with him. * Bulma smiled a little bit at this thought, thinking about how she could have made a difference in Vegeta's life.
"Vegeta . . ." She murmured to herself. She liked the way that his name sounded coming out of her mouth, Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta. It was a perfect name. It was a name that she'd never forget as long as she lived. But, the disappointment was that she might never get to see Vegeta again, for she doubted that he'd come looking for her. He was just too much of a selfish person. Or was he? Did he feel the same about Bulma as she felt about him?
As a person who'd had her heart broken before, Bulma had never believed in love at first sight. She thought that it seemed too far-fetched and out of this world, after all, too many people got their hearts broken in this cruel world. Love at first sight was as far-fetched as magic to her, because she'd thought that was love at first sight with Yamcha. Proved that it wasn't when he dumped her like a dog.
But, she wasn't sure if she believed in love at first sight now, because she thought she'd fallen prey to it.
* * * * *
After staying awake for at least three more hours, Bulma found that she couldn't stay in bed no matter how hard she tried, because she wanted to see him so badly again. She couldn't stop thinking about how far away Vegeta was; about what he was doing at the moment. Maybe he was eating, sleeping . . . most likely sleeping, because of the time of night it was.
*Enough WONDERING what Vegeta's doing . . . Why don't I get up and see? * She asked herself. It didn't seem like too bad of a plan. After all, she couldn't sleep, and didn't the doctors tell you to get up and do something else when you couldn't sleep? Bulma shrugged and got up, going over to her dresser and slipping on a tight shirt and a skirt. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail. *But I don't even know where to look for him. * She thought. *He could be flying around anywhere, he's a saiyan! But most likely asleep, because it's night. So where would he be sleeping? *
Bulma decided to look for a space ship, because Vegeta couldn't come to Earth without a space ship, so she figured that she should go and look for one. She went out and got her flying machine, ready to put it into gear and start looking for Vegeta.
* * * * * * * * *
Vegeta went to sleep in a good mood, remembering the events that had took place this night. No beating. Freeza had been pleased with him, and given him a good dinner for getting him the Dragonball. Vegeta's rations were removed, too, and luckily Zarbon or Dodoria hadn't seen him carrying Bulma. They just wished they'd found her so they could get the credit for the Dragonball.
*I owe it all to Bulma, for giving me the Dragonball. * He thought, smiling as he leaned against a tree out by the ship to sleep. He decided against sleeping in the ship tonight because he needed some fresh air to think about how well things had gone tonight.
Vegeta got to thinking about the conversation that had taken place between him and the woman, the conversation that shouldn't have happened. He should have shot her head off after giving him the Dragonball and the flown off, ending her life and his worry about the Dragonball. This had been his plan, too, but when he was about to his heart had told him to stop. Something inside him wanted him to keep her alive.
Thinking about how beautiful Bulma was made his tail all twitchy, like most Saiyans' tails got when they were exited. (In more than one way exited LOL.) Vegeta grabbed it to keep it from going haywire as he tried to sleep, but it didn't work. It was bringing out the longing he felt to see the woman who had saved his life again. "Stop it!" He ordered to it, but of course, it didn't work. He had to see Bulma again. "I don't need to see Bulma again, she was a stupid earthling woman. I'll bet that she's home crying that I tried to beat her up, which I should have."
Vegeta leaned his head back against the tree, unfurling his tail from his waist in hopes that would work. As he found himself looking at the moon he realized how close it was to a full moon . . . only about a week. He'd turn into a huge, rampaging monkey in a week.
Vegeta didn't mind the transformation, as he usually didn't remember the damage he did. He didn't really care anyway. This was not his planet and he did not care what he destroyed. There was only one thing he kept thinking about he would care if he destroyed. And you know what that was, and his tail certainly did too. It started twitching like mad.
Vegeta growled, grabbing it to try and keep it under control. It was like he couldn't even control it when he was horny! "You'd better stop that or I'll cut you off." He growled, and sat on it to keep it from twitching. But it somehow kept twitching, making it harder and more uncomfortable for him to get to sleep.
* * * * * * *
Vegeta felt something brushing against his thigh while he was in his light sleep, tickling him and waking him up. He realized it was his tail, bringing out the longing for Bulma again. Vegeta screamed out in frustration. *In order to make it stop twitching, I'll have to see Bulma again. * Vegeta thought. *But I can't see Bulma again! I don't know where she is . . . And I'll bet I can get my tail under control on my own. It is mine, after all. It's not like it's doing it on its own. *
Thinking this, he concentrated as much as he could on making his twitchy tail keep still. He could manage to contain it a little; but it was still rigid and twitched a little bit. He finally gave up on sleeping. "Unless I see her again, I'll never be able to sleep!" He thought outloud, pounding a fist on the ground. "But I don't know where she is! She could be anywhere out in the world!"
He looked up at the sky, thinking about flying off and finding Bulma in order for him to sleep. But what if it was all for nothing? What if he found her, and . . . he fell for her? What would happen then, except for sadness on both of their parts? This was so, because Vegeta knew what would happen if Freeza found out that he was spending all of his free time with some girl instead of looking for the Dragonballs. Or maybe Freeza wouldn't like it because he wanted to make Vegeta miserable. Any way, Freeza would kill him for it.
*Aw Well. I don't care. I'll just sit here and think about it. After all, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm never going to see her again. * He closed his eyes.
* * * * * *
Bulma looked down on the ground from her flying machine, looking for a space ship. She had no proof that it was anywhere around here. But, she had a strong feeling about this area that Vegeta was somewhere there. It was as if she felt his presence lurking out in the darkness somewhere; and all she had to do now was seek it out. She was so close but yet so far.
*I wonder if he's thinking about me. * Bulma thought; only bringing more longing for the Saiyan. What if he was? What if she found him, and he had been wanting to find her too?
But there was something that seemed to be blocking her mind about her and Vegeta. She remembered the bruises on his face, and wondered if somebody who would never let their love survive ruled him with a strong grip? Just as Bulma was through thinking this thought, she spotted a huge circular object on the ground below her.
*A space ship! * Bulma thought with thrill, smiling from ear to ear. She didn't see the Saiyan around, but she figured he was probably inside of the space ship. That was a risk she would have to take, to find Vegeta.
She landed her air ship and slowly got out.
Had Vegeta been awake at the moment, he would have heard Bulma and warned her not to go inside the ship. But he had finally drifted off to sleep.
* * * * * * *
Bulma walked up to the door of the space ship, noticing it was wide open for anyone to enter. *I could go in right now and find Vegeta. * Bulma thought. *Then, I'll come right out. Nothing is going to happen to me in there. * But, somehow, her mind was telling her otherwise, that something awfully bad was going to happen to her if she went inside that space ship. "Maybe I shouldn't go inside. Maybe I should wait until tomorrow and get Goku or someone to come with me." She thought outloud. But, in spite herself, she felt her legs moving towards the door of the spaceship. "Aw Well. It's all worth this to find Vegeta again." She said, taking a deep breath and stepping inside.
It was well kept inside of the space ship, like someone very tidy had been the boss of this space ship. Bulma could smell something strange inside of it, though. *It doesn't matter. I need to find Vegeta and get out. *
Bulma wasn't thinking about the fact that maybe there were some other people inside of the space ship when she yelled Vegeta's name.
"VEGETA!"
* * * * * *
It just so happens that as Bulma was being an idiot and calling out Vegeta's name, Zarbon and Dodoria were nearby and heard the calls of a woman. They both exchanged glances.
"Should we awake Master Freeza?" Zarbon asked Dodoria.
"No. Let's take care of it ourselves. I think it's that same weak, human woman that I was chasing before. It sounds just like her." Dodoria explained. "I have a little business to finish with her. Let's go get her."
Zarbon and Dodoria started to wonder in the direction of Bulma's screams for Vegeta.
"But how come she wants Vegeta?" Zarbon asked. "Are they friends or something? Did Vegeta do something to her?" The thought that maybe they were lovers popped brightly into Zarbon's mind, but he excused it.
"No, I think she wants her Dragonball back. Vegeta stole it from her." Dodoria said.
* * * * * *
"VEGETA!"
Bulma gave up after calling her Prince Charming's name for a full ten minutes.
"Oh, what's the point? He's either very deeply asleep or not here at all!" She exclaimed in frustration. "I shouldn't have even come in here, I have no business! What if there are some other people in here that could hurt me? Like that pink alien that chased me into the canyon?"
Bulma was about to turn and leave when she heard footsteps behind her.
Bulma was too frightened to move. "Hello? Vegeta, is that you?" She asked. "Please don't hurt me, I just came to see you to-"
"I'm not Vegeta, lady. Just shut up and don't put up a fight, or I'll kill you."
Bulma turned around and for a split second saw the pink alien that had chased her down the canyon and someone else. "AHH--*MUUPHH! *" She screamed, as Dodoria clamped a hand over her mouth to shut her up. Bulma was filled with fear, scared so bad that she was crying.
"Please don't hurt me!" She begged, muffled. "I was just looking for someone, I didn't mean any harm-"
"Tell me, why were you looking for Vegeta?" Zarbon demanded. "WHY?"
Bulma was about to tell him that it was because she thought she was in love with him, but then remembered the bruises all over Vegeta's face. *Maybe these are the people that beat him. Maybe they'll beat him even more if I tell them-- * Bulma felt her hair being yanked so hard that her eyes watered. She shrieked. "Please, please let me go! I'll go right away, and I won't look for Vegeta anymore-"
"Answer my question!"
Bulma gulped. *I can just make up a fast lie. * She thought, so that was exactly what she did. "I came back for my Dragonball. He took it from me, and I want it back. But I don't HAVE to have to have it back-"
"No, you don't, because that Dragonball is now officially property of Master Freeza." Dodoria said. "And because you decided to come in here and disturb us, we're taking you prisoner."
Bulma's heart sank into her stomach, and she almost started to bawl like a baby. She would never be able to find Vegeta if they took her prisoner! Then again, maybe . . . Maybe she'd get to see him if she were a prisoner! Then, maybe he'd set her free . . . or maybe not. She couldn't take the chance of staying locked up in this musty old space ship forever and beaten like Vegeta was.
"NOOO!" She shouted, wrenching her arms away from the alien's grasp. She began to sprint away, towards the exit of the space ship.
"HEY! COME BACK HERE!" Bulma heard behind her as she ran. But she wasn't going to stop. Being held prisoner was not the way to save Vegeta from this hell. That was something she was bound determined to do, come hell or high water. Save Vegeta.
Bulma didn't dare look back as she ran, finally jumping out the door. But as she jumped, she felt someone grab her with strong arms around her waist painfully. "Ow!" She shrieked, finding her feet dangling off the ground. She looked into the face of her captor and noticed it wasn't the pink monster anymore but the green one.
"Let me go!" She ordered, biting, kicking, and screaming. But none of it worked, and she felt the alien cup a hand over her mouth to shut her up. *Is this the end? Is this how I'm going to die? * She thought, struggling a little bit more. But none of it worked. She was going to be taken prisoner by 'Master Freeza,' and treated just like Vegeta was. Her and Vegeta would get to live together, but beat . . .
"NOO!" Bulma screamed, thinking this. Her scream came out loud even though it was muffled by Zarbon's hand. She struggled even more, yanking at his arm and arching her back. "HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME! HELP!" She screamed. "PLEASE!"
* * * * * *
Vegeta was in his deep sleep on the other side of the space ship when he heard a scream. It was an annoying sounding scream, and in a voice he had heard before. It was Bulma! Vegeta stood up, ignoring his tail, which was now twitching so much it hurt.
"What is she doing here . . . and why is she screaming?" He said to himself, listening to her scream for help. He started to leisurely walk around to the front of the space ship, secretly excited. *Yes! I can sleep again! * He thought, starting to run. But it wasn't the picture that he was hoping to see. He hoped to see Bulma just standing there, with a smile on her face and looking as pretty as she had the day that he met her.
But instead, he saw her being held by Zarbon, who was trying to drag her inside the ship despite her screams for help. "What the-" He said, stepping forward a bit.
Bulma saw Vegeta. "Vegeta!" She said, happily. "It's you! Please help me, please-" She shut up when Zarbon slapped her.
"What are you doing?" Vegeta asked Zarbon, squinting his eyes up.
Zarbon shrugged. "She was in the ship, so I'm taking her captive." He said. "She said she was looking for you for her Dragonball."
Vegeta exchanged a glance with Bulma, who slowly shook her head, which meant that was not the reason she'd come back. Vegeta crossed his arms. "Do you really think that we have USE for a human woman? What's the point in taking her captive just to hear her scream? She's of no harm to us. We could just as easily kill her as to take her prisoner. So, you see, there's really no point."
Bulma gasped. *Oh, sure, put the idea in his head to kill me. * She thought, but still decided that Vegeta knew what he was doing. She had trust in Vegeta.
"Okay, I'll kill her then." Zarbon said, getting a powerball ready in his hand.
Vegeta grew startled. "N-No!" He said.
Zarbon's head snapped to Vegeta. "What? What's your problem now?"
Vegeta cleared his throat. "Um . . . I want to do it." He said with a smirk. As he started to think this, his tail twitched really hard, so hard he looked foolish. Vegeta grabbed it and held it with both hands, trying his best to look serious. "I haven't gotten to kill anything in a long while."
He stepped forward, until he was standing in front of Bulma directly. Vegeta felt adrenaline rush in his body, ending with his tail swinging back and forth in his hands. Vegeta grunted and grabbed onto it harder, almost falling on his ass.
"What's wrong with you? You're acting . . . funny." Zarbon said.
Vegeta shrugged, and ran a hand through his hair. "Nothing." He said. "There is nothing wrong with me. I guess I'm just excited to . . . Get to kill her." He reached out and grabbed Bulma by the arm then yanked her over to him.
"Ow!" Bulma screamed. She couldn't help but notice Vegeta release his grip on her a little bit when she said this.
"Fine. You can kill her." Zarbon said. "But next time . . . I get to kill." He then walked back into the space ship and shut the door.
* * * * *
As soon as Zarbon went back inside, Bulma couldn't help herself. She grabbed Vegeta and hugged him really hard, crying into his chest.
"Oh, Vegeta . . . Please, please don't kill me, please . . ." She wailed. "Don't! I didn't come back for the Dragonball, I came back because-"
Vegeta stepped back away from her, and brushed her tears off of his armor. "Yes, yes, yes. I know why you came back." He said, crossing his arms. "And no, I don't think I'm going to kill you. Don't know why, though." He had to grab his tail again as it waved back and forth, revealing his obvious horniness.
"T-T-Thank you so much for saving me." Bulma said, shuffling her feet. She didn't know what to say to him. She was at a loss of words.
They stood there in silence for a long time.
"I needed to see you again." Bulma said to Vegeta, looking up into his eyes with tears in her own ocean blue ones. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, couldn't stop wondering about those bruises on your face . . . but now I know."
Vegeta looked at the ground. "Uh . . . Yes. You're right, that is how I got the bruises on my face." He admitted.
He had to push himself not to hug this woman. So sympathetic over his feelings, like he'd never been over hers. He looked up when he saw Bulma inching towards him.
"It's okay." She reassured. "You'll get away somehow, someday. I promise. You're too strong willed of a person to let this happen to you, right?"
Vegeta snarled a little bit. "This is none of your business." He said. "Just go home. I've been your knight in shining armor and saved you, now you can go home and-"
But he found himself not able to finish his sentence when Bulma grabbed his tail, which had been twitching and waving around like mad. She was kind of smiling at it, as if it had revealed everything to her, as it had. Vegeta's eyes widened and his cheeks bloomed red with embarrassment. "I-"
Bulma smiled. "You seem to be having some problems here. But I can help you." Bulma said.
Vegeta took his tail out of her hand calmly. "I can get it under control." He said. "It's nothing."
Bulma shrugged. "All right, but if you want to sleep anytime soon tonight . . . I suggest you let me help. Please? I've been wanting to talk to you and see you ever since I first met you-"
Vegeta sighed and dropped his hands to his sides. He wanted to tell her no and to get lost; but something in his mind wouldn't let him tell her no. This was the time he'd been waiting for all night. He wasn't going to let her get away.
"Fine." He said, crossing his arms. "But make it quick. I'm tired."
Bulma grabbed his hand and led him around to the back of the ship, where she asked him to sit down at the base of the tree. When he obeyed, she sat down beside him. "Okay. I want you to tell me about those bruises, and why you let them beat you." Bulma said. "Once you tell me that, then I'll go home and leave you alone. I just have to know, though."
Vegeta looked at the beautiful woman's face. Should he tell her something that wasn't even her business? He crossed his arms tightly across his chest. "I guess I should tell you, because you already know enough." He said. "But it'll be hard . . ."
Bulma leaned closer to him. "Go ahead and tell me. I'm sure that It'll make you feel much better, and maybe you'll have more of a need to open up to other people." She tightened her ponytail. Never in her life had she more felt like kissing somebody.
Vegeta opened his mouth to start, but was interrupted by Bulma.
"Vegeta, just forget telling me. I can tell that it bothers you to talk about it." Bulma admitted. "I just wanted to ask you something is half the reason I came back."
Vegeta snapped his gaze up to her, ready for her to drop the bomb. "Yes?"
Bulma exhaled. "I just wanted to know if you felt anything when you first saw me."
Vegeta was shocked. "What do you mean?" He asked. "You mean anything? I felt anger-"
"No! I mean, did you feel affection? Did you feel the feeling that you might want to spend your life with me? Did you feel that feeling in the pit of your stomach like you were falling?" Bulma asked, barraging him with questions.
Vegeta just sat there for a moment, blinking his onyx-colored eyes. He then smirked. "Affection? How could I feel affection for someone I don't even know, yet alone an Earth Woman! We have our differences. How come you're even asking me this? I simply wanted your Dragonball, and you gave it to me, yatata yatata yatata. That's all." He said.
"But I felt something for you!"
Vegeta heard this line, and it was as if his whole world froze. She had feelings for him? At first sight?
Vegeta turned his face away. "Bulma, I-" He said. He didn't want to tell her about his feelings for her. It would be a sacrifice to his pride, his honor . . . everything that he stood for. But what SHOULD he tell her? A complete lie? Lying was something that Saiyans' didn't like to do, so he didn't think he had the right to lie. So, in a voice that might fit a mouse, he said, 'I felt something . . .'
Bulma leaned closer. "What?" She asked.
Vegeta didn't answer. He was too ashamed. "You heard what I said." He snapped, looking the opposite direction from her. "I don't know what happened, what I saw in you, but . . . something was there. And it never should have happened, I never should have LET it happen, I should have just killed you on the spot . . ."
"But Vegeta, you didn't and that's all that matters. I don't care what you would have done; I care what you did do. And that's save my life twice, when you could have left me to die. That doesn't sound like just caring to me . . . that sounds like love." Bulma explained to Vegeta.
Vegeta shrugged. "I don't know, but that could have been why my tail has been so weird lately . . . when a saiyan is excited, that always happens . . ."
Bulma smiled. " I don't want you to worry about being beaten anymore, Vegeta." Bulma said. "I'm going to help you get away. I fell in love with you at first sight; and I just want you to be happy. And to get you happy, I'll get you away."
Vegeta's eyes widened. "B-Bulma, no! We can't . . . have a relationship." He said. "If I did, and Freeza were to find out . . . He'd kill me, Bulma. And if Zarbon or Dodoria were to see us, they'd tell Master Freeza and that would be the end. I think it's best if we just stay away from each other forever." He was silent. "I would kill you if I had the heart right now to do it. So just go, and run away, before I do."
Bulma stayed sitting there. "I can't run, Vegeta. You know it would make you happy, and then you might actually have a life besides being beat."
Vegeta growled and pulled himself to his feet. "Bulma, I told you that I can't! It's not because I don't want to . . . it's because I CAN'T! He'd kill me!"
"Then we could hide it."
"How easy is it to hide love from three people who are literally watching you every move you make? It sounds so easy to you, Bulma, because you don't live the way that I do. I can't just . . . conduct a secret affair under Freeza's eye because he'd eventually catch me. And then, I wouldn't be alive anymore. He'd probably cut off my head the minute he saw us together." He sighed deeply. "I think you should stop egging on about it and go on with your life. Just forget about me."
"But I could never forget about you, Vegeta." Bulma said, looking at him with pleading eyes and leaning a little bit closer. "Never, as long as I live. I couldn't live knowing that I didn't help you escape."
Vegeta started to slowly walk off away from Bulma, with his arms crossed.
Bulma got up to follow him. "Don't walk away from me Vegeta, please." She pleaded, grabbing his shoulder. "That's happened to me too many times before."
Vegeta sighed, as if thinking about Bulma's proposition. *She's crazy, does she not realize the situation that I'm in at all? * He thought. He turned back around to face her. "Bulma . . . what if he were to find out?"
Bulma smiled at Vegeta. "He won't, Vegeta. He'll never have to know. We can keep away from him, and be in secret-"
"But Zarbon and Dodoria, they watch me all of the time! If one of them were to find out, they'd tell Freeza, and he'd kill me . . . and possibly you. Would you want to die, Bulma?"
"He wouldn't kill me."
"But . . . he'd kill me . . ."
Bulma knew how Vegeta felt about the situation, and realized what a horrible one it was. But he had to realize that being scared was not the way to get away from Freeza. Being brave was. Bulma walked up closer to him.
"But Vegeta . . . For a first tip, being scared is not the way to solve this problem." She said. "Being brave is, and taking chances . . . And then maybe he'll let you go someday."
"But not without a fight!"
Bulma leaned in closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and touching her nose to his. "If he wants a fight . . . A fight is what we'll give him." She murmured.
Vegeta stared at her for a second, before smirking a little bit. *This is against what all Saiyan's stand for-but Aw well. I can sacrifice my pride on this one little thing. * He thought. "We'll fight until the end." He said softly, leaning in to lock lips with Bulma for the first time, the thing he'd been longing to do ever since he first saw her.
End of chappy four. Did you like it? I'm sorry it was a little bit long, but the next chapter won't be like this. In the next chapter, what do Bulma and Vegeta do to hide their love from Freeza, and what risks do they take? Find out in the next chapter!
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