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Hey! I'm back with yet another update, I'm trying to update this and Hiding the Truth at the same time, so I can get them both out tat maybe around the same time! Guess what?! Report cards went out today! I did good! YAY! {Ok, dude, do you realize that these people could never express how much they don't care?} Hmph, fine, I'll just start. Jerk! {Moron...} ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Falling for the Enemy
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Triyan pounded his head, continuously into a wall, "Why...do...these...women...have...to ...be...so...difficult?!" He sighed and looked at the ground, "How am I supposed to know what my daughter wants?"
Bulma entered the room the second after he finished his statement, "Daddy?"
Triyan glanced up at his daughter, as he stretched and leaned back on to the wall of the blue floored, gold walled, throne room, "Yes, sweetie?" His head was spinning, half-full with random nonsense about his daughter and wife, and some of his head was filled with the Kakarott and his elusive comrade, Vegeta. Little did he know, the subjects connected perfectly.
"I'm going out...is that ok?"
Triyan eyed her wearily, "You've been going out a lot, lately, where have you been going?" He sighed, knowing he had to make sure his daughter was safe.
Bulma face flushed, "Uh...I-well...just to explore the planet, but I'm not getting into any trouble, I promise, Dad." She smiled, "Really, I'm not."
"I'm sure you're not...and I suppose that's all right, then. Be back before it gets too dark, all right, Bulma?"
"Have you spoken with mother yet?" Her eyes grew eager, wishing her father would talk her mother out of that loser, Yamcha.
"No, not yet...I'll get around to it..." He heaved a sigh and looked away, "But, you can go...all right?" Now, his main objective was to get her away, so she didn't go on about this anymore.
"Thank you, Daddy!" A smile appeared on her lips as she curtsied before him and walked out, for she was wearing a royal blue, long skirt and a red blouse. She seemed happy to be going out, he didn't bother looking into it, though.
Bulma was greeted by her mother at the door, "Mother!" She curtsied again, "Did you need to speak with father?" Her mother had always expected much more of her language than her dad did.
"Yes, dear. Have you seen your fiancé today?" She smiled at her daughter, who got a look of misery that she didn't notice as she spoke the word fiancé.
"Yamcha? No, mother, I have not." She looked away, "I'm going out...ok?"
She looked awkwardly at her daughter, "Is there a problem, honey?" She smiled, her eyes shining, "It's perfectly fine that you go out, just be back before dinner."
"Don't worry, I will..." She continued to walk past her mother, sighing as she did. She dragged her feet, thinking about the situation that was unfolding all to quickly. But, why couldn't she get him off her mind? Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta! Where was everything else. Yamcha, she couldn't get him out of her head either, and she was so sick of him, she could throw up.
"If...you see Yamcha tell him he should be at dinner, it's going to be very formal and I bought you a brand new dress!" Her mother seemed so excited, she continued smiling happily at her daughter.
"Another one?" She looked at the ground, she didn't sound excited, she wasn't. "Didn't you get me one just the other day?"
Her mother looked shocked, "But...sweetie...don't you want to look nice for Yamcha? He's your fiancé, not to mention, you're a princess you deserve it!"
"Right, right, I'm going out, bye, mother." She walked off, her heart low in her chest.
Tanya greeted her immediately at the door, "So? Did he talk to her? What happened?" She cocked her head to the side, "Are you going out?"
"No. Nothing. And yes." She sighed and looked down, "I'm never going to get myself out of this mess...but, I'm not even sure if it's worth it, mother loves yamcha to death!" She plopped down on her bed, "Think of how it would crush her to know I hated him..."
"Well, what about you? You like the other guy! Doesn't your father understand? I mean, not the guy...himself. But, he understands that you don't like Yamcha, he just puts on a show for your mother-Yamcha, I mean."
"Yeah...but, if he knew who I DO like, I'd never hear the end of it...he'd never let me see Vegeta, anyway...are you crazy?" She heaved yet another sigh, "Well, Dad's enlisting Yamcha in the army anyway, I don't know why." Tanya laughed a little, "Maybe he'll get killed in battle and we won't have to worry about it!" She smiled, she didn't want Yamcha to die, well, she wouldn't say that to Bulma anyway.
"What's so funny?" Bulma smirked, "Maybe he will get himself killed in battle, then all my problems will be over! He's gone, problems solved! Maybe I do need to assassinate him in the middle of the night!"
"Violence is not the answer, Bulma!" Tanya pointed her finger playfully at the princess, still grinning, "Never ever!"
"Except in this case!" Bulma laughed. "I'm leaving, don't tell my parents, or Yamcha, where to though. Later!" She ran out, using her secret, if useful, magic powers. They let her get to places she already knew well in an instant. She snapped her fingers, and hit a green wet surface, clearly it had stopped raining. "Ouch! Where am I now?"
"Same place, onna...so, you came back, after all...I'm impressed."
"V-Vegeta?!" She looked to see that smirking face, she forgot that feeling until just now, when it all poured back into her, "Hi! Of course I came back!" Her voice was high, and she was talking faster than normal. She knew her cheeks were red, and she felt like she was sweating.
"Yeah, that would be me." He blinked and sat down beside her, "I...really didn't think you'd come back." His voice was distant, he still was covered in bruises, but apparently didn't care, because he was walking around fine.
"Are you insane?!" She sighed, she didn't want to bring up the last time they met, and obviously neither did he. "Why wouldn't I?" she looked into his eyes and saw the lingering hurt and regret of his past resurface.
"If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I don't trust anyone. My whole life had been one giant betrayal..." He sighed, "So, you can only expect it from me, sorry if I seem suspicious...I'm just being cautious..."
"It's ok. I don't mind." She smiled, "I just wanted you to know that if I say I'll be back, I'll be back." Bulma stood up and looked around, "So, what have you been up to?"
"What do you think?" He looked away, "Not that I could tell you." He shot her a sharp glance, "You're my opponents daughter...more reason not to trust you." He stood up as well, "But, I need to get Kakarott out of there as soon as possible."
Her heart ached, she wanted him to trust her, but she couldn't deny that she was Triyan's daughter, and that wasn't going to change, "I'm sorry...but, I'm not going to betray you, I have no reason to."
"You don't need a reason...a reason is just something to hasten what you're already planning on doing. You're his daughter, you're going to betray me eventually." He smiled at her, "Though, it may not be intentional...so don't get all worked up over it, all right?" Vegeta crossed his arms, "Why do you care, anyway?"
"Because I do." She couldn't get mad, at him being suspicious of calling her shots, why not? When he smiled, it was like an automatic reaction to smile back, immediately. "If at all possible, I will not betray you."
The saiyan nodded, "Okay, I'll take you for you're word on that one, onna." He jumped up into a nearby tree, "Is Kakarott all right?"
"He's fine." Her heart skipped a beat, "Vegeta..." His name, speaking to him, felt awkward on her lips, nice, actually, "I just think you should know...my father is trying to use Kakarott to find you."
Vegeta smirked, "Precisely why Kakarott has no idea where I go, ever. I swear, I'm an expert on betrayal...but, why did you tell me?" His eyes got a little softer, "You're his daughter, and you just warned me. I don't understand."
"I don't want you to get caught!" She crossed her arms, "You don't need to be tortured! Besides, I couldn't live through it anyway!"
"Wha-why not!?" A smirk came across his face, as his position shifted, "Then, I could be your plaything..."
Bulma's smirk was wider than Vegeta's, "Hey! That doesn't sound so bad now that you mention it!" She laughed, "You're funny..."
"Well, don't I feel special..."His position changed again, "Well...thanks..." His ebony eyes drifted upwards and she stared at him.
"So, you plan to attack my father again?" She looked at him curiously, her heart beating at ten times it's normal rate.
"Yeah, I do..." He jumped down from his perch, "He's got Kakarott, so it would pretty damned low of me to just say, 'Well, sucks for you, Kakarott' don't you think?"
Bulma laughed, "Right, you do have a point...." She sighed "But...what if he does catch you, what will you do then?"
He shrugged, "Well...I'll just have to deal with it, then, won't I?" He turned his back to her, "But...just one question..."
She kept her blue eyes on him, she felt very anxious, she knew she was madly in love with him...and of all the guys! "Shoot." She smiled at him. "You...kissed me before...why did you do that?" His eyes turned, as he looked back at her, but his back remained facing her, nothing else.
Bulma's cheeks lit up a red they had never gone before, "Oh...that..." She giggled a little, laughing nervously, "I...well...sorry about that, I don't kn–"
He laughed a little, "Why are you apologizing?" He turned his entire body this time, "I just wanted to know why you did it."
Her heart jumped, "I have no idea really, it was just an urge I got..." She shrugged, "Guess I should really control myself better, huh?" She nervously let a smile creep on to her lips.
"Yeah, it was a little sudden...so, you just did it...because?" His eyes revealed an emotionless expression, nothing else.
"Well...um, I guess you could say that." She couldn't tell HIM she liked him, that was absurd, he's stare at her like she was insane.
"Right..." Vegeta's trust seemed to be very limited, seeming like he was used to being betrayed, she did like him, and she had to admit it to him eventually or she would drive herself mad, but she was very unsure on how to approach a guy like him.
She walked over to him and met his eyes, "Why...did you want to know?" She looked at his arm, it still had dried blood along it.
"Well, it's kind of random...you know?" He turned away and walked towards a tree and moved his hand along it, Bulma soon felt a new raindrop fall on her skin.
"Oh, I see." She kept her eyes on him, "It's starting to rain again." She walked to a tree and stooped down underneath it. "When?"
His face looked alert when she said that, "When what?!" He turned to her immediately, his black eyes revealing an alert expression.
"When do you plan to attack my father? Again..." She knew what it sounded like she was asking him for, but her reason were totally opposite.
"I told you, I can't tell you...that's way to risky."
"Why don't you trust anybody?" The question itself had been lingering on her mind since she had arrived her, and that time span, which might not have been so much, felt like an eternity. He seemed like everyone in the world was going to turn around and stab him in the back as soon as he revealed the first thing about himself. She wasn't. That's what the problem was, she wanted nothing more than to help and she wasn't sure if he would ever understand that. "It's a long story...and to be quite honest, I don't want to talk about it, all right? But, I can't...tell you when I'm going to attack."
She sighed, "I told you, I'm not going to do anything to hurt you!" She looked at him, "I wouldn't do that bec-..." She cute herself off, realizing she had way too big of a mouth for her own good.
"Because?" He turned, she caught him off guard, was that what he needed, obviously not, because he just shook his head, "No...nevermind. It doesn't matter." He sat down on the grass, "It's starting to rain, you should go back."
"I don't want too!" She walked over to him, "You...your clothes are torn to shreds, don't you get cold?"
He didn't look at her, he seemed to be thinking about something, but he was unconsciously shivering, but he was used to stuff like that, "What? Oh...no, I'm used to things like this?" He then looked her in the eyes, "You're weird, why did you even notice that? Why did you help me in the first place?"
Bulma smiled at him, "Because, I have my reasons...just like you have your reasons for being suspicious of absolutely everything!" She smirked at him, "So, I've earned my right to privacy too."
He crossed his arms, "Oh no! I'm not letting YOU get me to tell you my secrets, you're not THAT interesting!"
"Aw, you know you wanna know ALL about me! So, aren't you ready for an interrogation yet?!" She smiled at him, he seemed less tense when she joked with him. She decided this was probably the best way to earn his trust. She could, unfortunately, still see suspicion and tension built up, hidden in his eyes.
"Oh, so it's an interrogation, huh?" He cocked an eyebrow at her, "What did you intend to interrogate me on, I can assure you, you won't find any of my secrets worth crap!"
"Oh, I don't think so..." She smiled,. "Can I just ask you a few questions? They won't be that personal even?"
"Fine, I'm all ears, beautiful." A smirk crept across his pale lips as he noticed the immediate flush in her cheeks as he spoke the word.
"I like the sound of that..." She smiled at him, her cheeks were flushed, but her heart was fluttering like crazy.
"What? The fact that I'm all ears, or the beautiful part?" He grinned at her.
"The beautiful part, keep calling me that." She smiled at him, getting right in his face, where their lips were almost touching.
"All right, miss, but do you intend to make-out with me or something?" He cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Maybe I do, I don't think that would be so bad." She smiled at him, getting even closer to his face, "You're kind of cute."
"Well, isn't that sweet." He turned and crossed his arms, a wide smirk on his face, "And what makes you think I'd ever dream of doing anything like that?"
She laughed at him, "All right, all right..." She sighed, she didn't want to go back, ever, but he spoke what she had been thinking at that exact moment.
"Hey, it's late, shouldn't you be getting back home?" He blinked, as he saw her expression, "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing..." She looked down, "Go back, that's exactly what I don't want to do...get it?" She laughed a little bit.
"What?" He looked at her curiously, "Are you okay?"
"Fine, I'll see you...later?"
"You will?"
She turned and met his eyes, "Yes, I will! And don't you DARE think othewise, got it?" She was serious, she had an interesting glint in her eyes.
"Fine, I'll hold you...to that."
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Bulma sat in her room, it had been three days that incident, and she had seen him twice, he acted weird the day before, really weird, "What was with him?" She sighed, deeply confused on her father's adversary's attitude.
FLASHBACK
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Vegeta stared at the ground, a tired, hard stare forming in his eyes, "Hey...are you planning to go back home soon?"
"I don't know...maybe, why?" Bulma tried desperately to meet his eyes, but he wouldn't allow it, "Is something wrong? You seem a little distant?"
"Oh, do I?" His voice sounded exhausted, suddenly, a small shock appeared on his face, his eyes widening to a certain degree, then they narrowed again. Bulma glanced at him, a very worried expression creeping on to her face.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing...I-I'm fine, but it's getting late...you're a princess...they'll send a search party out for you if you don't return soon." His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, an exhaustion that hadn't been there before creeping into it.
"Vegeta...?" Her voice showed, even to someone like him, that she was nothing but concerned, "Please...what are you hiding?" Her eyes softened considerably as she tried, again to no avail to meet his eyes, "Vegeta?"
"Nothing..." He stood up and turned his back to her, "I-I've got to go..." He started off, it was the first time Bulma had seen him leave the area he had been in.
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"I don't even know where he went!" She sighed as she stared at her bed, the emotion of pure distress had crept in to her soul.
"Where who went?" Her friend entered the room, a light-hearted smile on her face, "Is something wrong, princess? You're mother is expecting you for dinner?"
"Is she?" She sighed and shook her head, "Tell her I'm not feeling well and will not be joining her...and...Yamcha..." A bitterness entered her voice as she spoke his name, she had gotten to where she couldn't stand him, as if everything was his fault. Was it not?
Tanya smiled at her, "What's up?"
"Vegeta...that's what.." She sighed, "He was acting so weird last time...we met...I don't know what was wrong with him, then he ran off..."
Bulma heard a shout down the hallway, it seemed vaguely familiar, "What was that?!" Her friend had bolted to her feet at the sound of it.
Bulma shrugged and opened the door, she ran down the hallway to see Yamcha, a dagger jammed into his body, holding someone, who was obviously near death against the wall, "How dare you...!" Yamcha snarled.
A horror crept in to Bulma's heart as she recognized the one shaky voice that she didn't want to hear, "Not as good as you thought you were, huh, creep?"
"VEGETA!" Bulma screamed, she stared at him, blood pouring from his mouth and newly acquired wounds.
Yamcha stared at her, "What?!"
A shocked expression came over the young saiyan's face, "What?"
Her fiancé turned and stared the young girl in the face, her face paled, not even afraid of what she had just admitted to, but what she saw, Vegeta was barely conscious, "You...KNOW...him?!" He glared into Bulma's eyes. Bulma looked at Vegeta, unsure of what to do.
"I...I..." She looked completely speechless, Vegeta's word about betrayal ringing in her ears, "I...well..." Her heart sank.
"Of COURSE she doesn't know me! Why would I have anything to do with her?!" Vegeta climbed to his feet, kicking Yamcha and backing off.
Bulma stared at Vegeta, he was glaring at Yamcha, he then took off down the hallway, Yamcha snarled, "You son of a–..." He turned to Bulma, "How did you know his name?"
"I..." She looked down, she couldn't lie about it, so she just stared at the ground, not looking up.
Yamcha shrugged, "Well, I'm sure you had nothing to do with him."
"How did you find him?"
"The idiot was near here, I'm not sure what he was trying to do..." Yamcha smirked, "But he was injured enough to where he didn't stand much of a chance against anyone..."
"Oh..." She looked after Vegeta," Um...what now?"
"You actually think he can get away from your father?" Yamcha smirked, "Highly doubted...and I'm going to have a time with that one..."
"What do you mean?" Bulma's body shook in fear, as she continued staring down where Vegeta had run off to, "What are you talking about?" Concern began to emerge and reveal itself in her voice, and she didn't care.
"Your father intends to torture him, he has some sort of information that your father has needed for quite a long time now, and some how, I doubt he'll just be all pleasant and tell us."
"Right..." Bulma smiled meekly and nodded, then hurried off, down the hallway, "Well, I've got to be somewhere....bye."
Tanya stared into Yamcha's eyes, "I hate you..." She said, bitterness making itself known to Yamcha and anyone else who heard, "You're the biggest jackass I've ever met."
The man's smirk widened, "Oh? Why thank you..."
Tanya turned away and ran after Bulma, after shooting him a hot glance.
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Triyan forced Vegeta back into the wall, "So? We meet again?" A smirk crossed his pale lips, as he saw Vegeta's struggle to move weaken.
"LET GO OF ME!" Vegeta started panting, Triyan laughed at his pathetic attempt to move, "I said let GO!" Vegeta tensed his body.
"You know what I want to know...tell me and we don't have to go through this again...though, if you don't want to tell me, I'm perfectly for torturing you, Vegeta..." His smirk widened, "So, what will it be this time?"
"I don't care when, where or why, I'll never tell you anything you want to know!" Vegeta looked away, his eyes narrow.
Bulma watched her father hit Vegeta in the jaw, she wanted to do something, but what could she do? She was Triyan's daughter, she couldn't betray him. "Dad?"
Triyan kneed Vegeta in the ribcage and turned to face his daughter, "...Bulma?"
"Daddy..." She stared at Vegeta, who didn't bother looknig at her, he just was giving it everything he had to move.
"Yes?" He stabbed his own sword back into Vegeta, who whimpered softly, "What is it?"
"I...nevermind." She sighed, "I'll talk to you later, Daddy..." She walked off, she wouldn't be able to live with herself if Vegeta got killed, she just couldn't.
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Bulma sat in her room, she could still hear Vegeta's desperate cry ringing in her ear, she shook her head and looked at the ground, "I...have to check on him...I just need...an excuse..." It had been four days, and Bulma had not seen Vegeta, nor Yamcha, and her father very rarely. She was very concerned for Vegeta's own safety, sge stepped out of her room, in time to run into her mother.
"Sweetie! Hello!" Her mom smiled a very pleasant smile, "Are you all right? I was just about to come in and check on you..."
"I'm fine." Bulma didn't return the smile, "Can I go look for dad?"
Celine looked at Bulma, slightly concerned, "Sure, but he might be in the interrogation room, but why?" She stared into Bulma's eyes.
"I...just need to speak with him." Bulma walked off, dragging her feet.
Tanya met her in the hallway, "Bulma! Hey! Are you ok? You have been in your room all day...are you still upset?"
Bulma glared at her, "Of course I'm still upset, what do you think, you moron? This is all my fault...I have to help him."
"You can't do anything..." Tanya spoke only the truth, and for the good of her best friend. "I....don't know what you could do..."
"Well, whatever..." She passed Tanya by and continued walking, tears burning in her eyes, "Please just let him be all right." She walked down to the interrogation room, through a series of golden hallways, she opened the door, and saw her father, literally beating Vegeta.
"Father?"
Triyan glared at Vegeta, who just managed to cough blood out of his trembling lips, he didn't bother looking up at her, but she could see plainly that he was completely miserable, "Yes? What do you need? I haven't seen you in awhile..."
She shrugged her shoulders, "Um...I was just wondering where you were...I haven't seen you either, so I was just checking around..."
"Oh...really? Well, that's fine...are you going to leave?" He looked into her eyes, she didn't know what to do, she had to work up the courage to say something.
"Maybe in a minute."
Triyan shrugged, then turned back to Vegeta, "Why do you make this so hard on yourself? If you just tell me a little bit of information...I'll leave you alone!"
"NO!!" Vegeta furiously shook his head, "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! You're wasting your time!"
Triyan growled and kicked Vegeta hard in the ribs, Vegeta whimpered desperately, pain shooting throughout his body, "You truly are pathetic." Vegeta moaned slightly, and then glanced up at him, blood spilling from his wounds, which were now all horrible looking and innumerable. "Shut....up."
"Dad..."
Triyan glanced at Bulma, "What?"
"I do have a request..."
"What is it?"
"Leave him alone..."
Triyan stared blankly at his daughter, as did Vegeta, and both stuttered for a moment, then Triyan spoke, "But, Bulma, why?"
"Because...he never did anything to you, 'stop' 'hurting' HIM!" She glared at her father, who looked totally stunned.
Vegeta stared at her as well, "Wh-what?"
She looked at Vegeta, and smiled, "Well...will you?"
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A/N: Yo! I'm done with THIS chapter! Sorry it took me so long to update! But, it's finally Spring Break, so if I have 'any' reviewers left! I should probably have another update out by next week! {Hoorah.} Be quiet! {No.} Argh! Well, so be happy! {Nobody cares!} Go away! {No.} Stop that! No, don't answer. {Ok, I won't.} Ugh! Well! I will have another chapter out soon! And I updated two stories at once, so...if you want, you can read my other story Hiding the Truth! Uhh...thanks! Bye! {No one cares!} ARGH! GO AWAY! {No.} *Growls* Well! Hope you liked it! Later! {You're talking to air.} SHUT UP!!
Hey! I'm back with yet another update, I'm trying to update this and Hiding the Truth at the same time, so I can get them both out tat maybe around the same time! Guess what?! Report cards went out today! I did good! YAY! {Ok, dude, do you realize that these people could never express how much they don't care?} Hmph, fine, I'll just start. Jerk! {Moron...} ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Falling for the Enemy
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Triyan pounded his head, continuously into a wall, "Why...do...these...women...have...to ...be...so...difficult?!" He sighed and looked at the ground, "How am I supposed to know what my daughter wants?"
Bulma entered the room the second after he finished his statement, "Daddy?"
Triyan glanced up at his daughter, as he stretched and leaned back on to the wall of the blue floored, gold walled, throne room, "Yes, sweetie?" His head was spinning, half-full with random nonsense about his daughter and wife, and some of his head was filled with the Kakarott and his elusive comrade, Vegeta. Little did he know, the subjects connected perfectly.
"I'm going out...is that ok?"
Triyan eyed her wearily, "You've been going out a lot, lately, where have you been going?" He sighed, knowing he had to make sure his daughter was safe.
Bulma face flushed, "Uh...I-well...just to explore the planet, but I'm not getting into any trouble, I promise, Dad." She smiled, "Really, I'm not."
"I'm sure you're not...and I suppose that's all right, then. Be back before it gets too dark, all right, Bulma?"
"Have you spoken with mother yet?" Her eyes grew eager, wishing her father would talk her mother out of that loser, Yamcha.
"No, not yet...I'll get around to it..." He heaved a sigh and looked away, "But, you can go...all right?" Now, his main objective was to get her away, so she didn't go on about this anymore.
"Thank you, Daddy!" A smile appeared on her lips as she curtsied before him and walked out, for she was wearing a royal blue, long skirt and a red blouse. She seemed happy to be going out, he didn't bother looking into it, though.
Bulma was greeted by her mother at the door, "Mother!" She curtsied again, "Did you need to speak with father?" Her mother had always expected much more of her language than her dad did.
"Yes, dear. Have you seen your fiancé today?" She smiled at her daughter, who got a look of misery that she didn't notice as she spoke the word fiancé.
"Yamcha? No, mother, I have not." She looked away, "I'm going out...ok?"
She looked awkwardly at her daughter, "Is there a problem, honey?" She smiled, her eyes shining, "It's perfectly fine that you go out, just be back before dinner."
"Don't worry, I will..." She continued to walk past her mother, sighing as she did. She dragged her feet, thinking about the situation that was unfolding all to quickly. But, why couldn't she get him off her mind? Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta! Where was everything else. Yamcha, she couldn't get him out of her head either, and she was so sick of him, she could throw up.
"If...you see Yamcha tell him he should be at dinner, it's going to be very formal and I bought you a brand new dress!" Her mother seemed so excited, she continued smiling happily at her daughter.
"Another one?" She looked at the ground, she didn't sound excited, she wasn't. "Didn't you get me one just the other day?"
Her mother looked shocked, "But...sweetie...don't you want to look nice for Yamcha? He's your fiancé, not to mention, you're a princess you deserve it!"
"Right, right, I'm going out, bye, mother." She walked off, her heart low in her chest.
Tanya greeted her immediately at the door, "So? Did he talk to her? What happened?" She cocked her head to the side, "Are you going out?"
"No. Nothing. And yes." She sighed and looked down, "I'm never going to get myself out of this mess...but, I'm not even sure if it's worth it, mother loves yamcha to death!" She plopped down on her bed, "Think of how it would crush her to know I hated him..."
"Well, what about you? You like the other guy! Doesn't your father understand? I mean, not the guy...himself. But, he understands that you don't like Yamcha, he just puts on a show for your mother-Yamcha, I mean."
"Yeah...but, if he knew who I DO like, I'd never hear the end of it...he'd never let me see Vegeta, anyway...are you crazy?" She heaved yet another sigh, "Well, Dad's enlisting Yamcha in the army anyway, I don't know why." Tanya laughed a little, "Maybe he'll get killed in battle and we won't have to worry about it!" She smiled, she didn't want Yamcha to die, well, she wouldn't say that to Bulma anyway.
"What's so funny?" Bulma smirked, "Maybe he will get himself killed in battle, then all my problems will be over! He's gone, problems solved! Maybe I do need to assassinate him in the middle of the night!"
"Violence is not the answer, Bulma!" Tanya pointed her finger playfully at the princess, still grinning, "Never ever!"
"Except in this case!" Bulma laughed. "I'm leaving, don't tell my parents, or Yamcha, where to though. Later!" She ran out, using her secret, if useful, magic powers. They let her get to places she already knew well in an instant. She snapped her fingers, and hit a green wet surface, clearly it had stopped raining. "Ouch! Where am I now?"
"Same place, onna...so, you came back, after all...I'm impressed."
"V-Vegeta?!" She looked to see that smirking face, she forgot that feeling until just now, when it all poured back into her, "Hi! Of course I came back!" Her voice was high, and she was talking faster than normal. She knew her cheeks were red, and she felt like she was sweating.
"Yeah, that would be me." He blinked and sat down beside her, "I...really didn't think you'd come back." His voice was distant, he still was covered in bruises, but apparently didn't care, because he was walking around fine.
"Are you insane?!" She sighed, she didn't want to bring up the last time they met, and obviously neither did he. "Why wouldn't I?" she looked into his eyes and saw the lingering hurt and regret of his past resurface.
"If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I don't trust anyone. My whole life had been one giant betrayal..." He sighed, "So, you can only expect it from me, sorry if I seem suspicious...I'm just being cautious..."
"It's ok. I don't mind." She smiled, "I just wanted you to know that if I say I'll be back, I'll be back." Bulma stood up and looked around, "So, what have you been up to?"
"What do you think?" He looked away, "Not that I could tell you." He shot her a sharp glance, "You're my opponents daughter...more reason not to trust you." He stood up as well, "But, I need to get Kakarott out of there as soon as possible."
Her heart ached, she wanted him to trust her, but she couldn't deny that she was Triyan's daughter, and that wasn't going to change, "I'm sorry...but, I'm not going to betray you, I have no reason to."
"You don't need a reason...a reason is just something to hasten what you're already planning on doing. You're his daughter, you're going to betray me eventually." He smiled at her, "Though, it may not be intentional...so don't get all worked up over it, all right?" Vegeta crossed his arms, "Why do you care, anyway?"
"Because I do." She couldn't get mad, at him being suspicious of calling her shots, why not? When he smiled, it was like an automatic reaction to smile back, immediately. "If at all possible, I will not betray you."
The saiyan nodded, "Okay, I'll take you for you're word on that one, onna." He jumped up into a nearby tree, "Is Kakarott all right?"
"He's fine." Her heart skipped a beat, "Vegeta..." His name, speaking to him, felt awkward on her lips, nice, actually, "I just think you should know...my father is trying to use Kakarott to find you."
Vegeta smirked, "Precisely why Kakarott has no idea where I go, ever. I swear, I'm an expert on betrayal...but, why did you tell me?" His eyes got a little softer, "You're his daughter, and you just warned me. I don't understand."
"I don't want you to get caught!" She crossed her arms, "You don't need to be tortured! Besides, I couldn't live through it anyway!"
"Wha-why not!?" A smirk came across his face, as his position shifted, "Then, I could be your plaything..."
Bulma's smirk was wider than Vegeta's, "Hey! That doesn't sound so bad now that you mention it!" She laughed, "You're funny..."
"Well, don't I feel special..."His position changed again, "Well...thanks..." His ebony eyes drifted upwards and she stared at him.
"So, you plan to attack my father again?" She looked at him curiously, her heart beating at ten times it's normal rate.
"Yeah, I do..." He jumped down from his perch, "He's got Kakarott, so it would pretty damned low of me to just say, 'Well, sucks for you, Kakarott' don't you think?"
Bulma laughed, "Right, you do have a point...." She sighed "But...what if he does catch you, what will you do then?"
He shrugged, "Well...I'll just have to deal with it, then, won't I?" He turned his back to her, "But...just one question..."
She kept her blue eyes on him, she felt very anxious, she knew she was madly in love with him...and of all the guys! "Shoot." She smiled at him. "You...kissed me before...why did you do that?" His eyes turned, as he looked back at her, but his back remained facing her, nothing else.
Bulma's cheeks lit up a red they had never gone before, "Oh...that..." She giggled a little, laughing nervously, "I...well...sorry about that, I don't kn–"
He laughed a little, "Why are you apologizing?" He turned his entire body this time, "I just wanted to know why you did it."
Her heart jumped, "I have no idea really, it was just an urge I got..." She shrugged, "Guess I should really control myself better, huh?" She nervously let a smile creep on to her lips.
"Yeah, it was a little sudden...so, you just did it...because?" His eyes revealed an emotionless expression, nothing else.
"Well...um, I guess you could say that." She couldn't tell HIM she liked him, that was absurd, he's stare at her like she was insane.
"Right..." Vegeta's trust seemed to be very limited, seeming like he was used to being betrayed, she did like him, and she had to admit it to him eventually or she would drive herself mad, but she was very unsure on how to approach a guy like him.
She walked over to him and met his eyes, "Why...did you want to know?" She looked at his arm, it still had dried blood along it.
"Well, it's kind of random...you know?" He turned away and walked towards a tree and moved his hand along it, Bulma soon felt a new raindrop fall on her skin.
"Oh, I see." She kept her eyes on him, "It's starting to rain again." She walked to a tree and stooped down underneath it. "When?"
His face looked alert when she said that, "When what?!" He turned to her immediately, his black eyes revealing an alert expression.
"When do you plan to attack my father? Again..." She knew what it sounded like she was asking him for, but her reason were totally opposite.
"I told you, I can't tell you...that's way to risky."
"Why don't you trust anybody?" The question itself had been lingering on her mind since she had arrived her, and that time span, which might not have been so much, felt like an eternity. He seemed like everyone in the world was going to turn around and stab him in the back as soon as he revealed the first thing about himself. She wasn't. That's what the problem was, she wanted nothing more than to help and she wasn't sure if he would ever understand that. "It's a long story...and to be quite honest, I don't want to talk about it, all right? But, I can't...tell you when I'm going to attack."
She sighed, "I told you, I'm not going to do anything to hurt you!" She looked at him, "I wouldn't do that bec-..." She cute herself off, realizing she had way too big of a mouth for her own good.
"Because?" He turned, she caught him off guard, was that what he needed, obviously not, because he just shook his head, "No...nevermind. It doesn't matter." He sat down on the grass, "It's starting to rain, you should go back."
"I don't want too!" She walked over to him, "You...your clothes are torn to shreds, don't you get cold?"
He didn't look at her, he seemed to be thinking about something, but he was unconsciously shivering, but he was used to stuff like that, "What? Oh...no, I'm used to things like this?" He then looked her in the eyes, "You're weird, why did you even notice that? Why did you help me in the first place?"
Bulma smiled at him, "Because, I have my reasons...just like you have your reasons for being suspicious of absolutely everything!" She smirked at him, "So, I've earned my right to privacy too."
He crossed his arms, "Oh no! I'm not letting YOU get me to tell you my secrets, you're not THAT interesting!"
"Aw, you know you wanna know ALL about me! So, aren't you ready for an interrogation yet?!" She smiled at him, he seemed less tense when she joked with him. She decided this was probably the best way to earn his trust. She could, unfortunately, still see suspicion and tension built up, hidden in his eyes.
"Oh, so it's an interrogation, huh?" He cocked an eyebrow at her, "What did you intend to interrogate me on, I can assure you, you won't find any of my secrets worth crap!"
"Oh, I don't think so..." She smiled,. "Can I just ask you a few questions? They won't be that personal even?"
"Fine, I'm all ears, beautiful." A smirk crept across his pale lips as he noticed the immediate flush in her cheeks as he spoke the word.
"I like the sound of that..." She smiled at him, her cheeks were flushed, but her heart was fluttering like crazy.
"What? The fact that I'm all ears, or the beautiful part?" He grinned at her.
"The beautiful part, keep calling me that." She smiled at him, getting right in his face, where their lips were almost touching.
"All right, miss, but do you intend to make-out with me or something?" He cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Maybe I do, I don't think that would be so bad." She smiled at him, getting even closer to his face, "You're kind of cute."
"Well, isn't that sweet." He turned and crossed his arms, a wide smirk on his face, "And what makes you think I'd ever dream of doing anything like that?"
She laughed at him, "All right, all right..." She sighed, she didn't want to go back, ever, but he spoke what she had been thinking at that exact moment.
"Hey, it's late, shouldn't you be getting back home?" He blinked, as he saw her expression, "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing..." She looked down, "Go back, that's exactly what I don't want to do...get it?" She laughed a little bit.
"What?" He looked at her curiously, "Are you okay?"
"Fine, I'll see you...later?"
"You will?"
She turned and met his eyes, "Yes, I will! And don't you DARE think othewise, got it?" She was serious, she had an interesting glint in her eyes.
"Fine, I'll hold you...to that."
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Bulma sat in her room, it had been three days that incident, and she had seen him twice, he acted weird the day before, really weird, "What was with him?" She sighed, deeply confused on her father's adversary's attitude.
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Vegeta stared at the ground, a tired, hard stare forming in his eyes, "Hey...are you planning to go back home soon?"
"I don't know...maybe, why?" Bulma tried desperately to meet his eyes, but he wouldn't allow it, "Is something wrong? You seem a little distant?"
"Oh, do I?" His voice sounded exhausted, suddenly, a small shock appeared on his face, his eyes widening to a certain degree, then they narrowed again. Bulma glanced at him, a very worried expression creeping on to her face.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing...I-I'm fine, but it's getting late...you're a princess...they'll send a search party out for you if you don't return soon." His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, an exhaustion that hadn't been there before creeping into it.
"Vegeta...?" Her voice showed, even to someone like him, that she was nothing but concerned, "Please...what are you hiding?" Her eyes softened considerably as she tried, again to no avail to meet his eyes, "Vegeta?"
"Nothing..." He stood up and turned his back to her, "I-I've got to go..." He started off, it was the first time Bulma had seen him leave the area he had been in.
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"I don't even know where he went!" She sighed as she stared at her bed, the emotion of pure distress had crept in to her soul.
"Where who went?" Her friend entered the room, a light-hearted smile on her face, "Is something wrong, princess? You're mother is expecting you for dinner?"
"Is she?" She sighed and shook her head, "Tell her I'm not feeling well and will not be joining her...and...Yamcha..." A bitterness entered her voice as she spoke his name, she had gotten to where she couldn't stand him, as if everything was his fault. Was it not?
Tanya smiled at her, "What's up?"
"Vegeta...that's what.." She sighed, "He was acting so weird last time...we met...I don't know what was wrong with him, then he ran off..."
Bulma heard a shout down the hallway, it seemed vaguely familiar, "What was that?!" Her friend had bolted to her feet at the sound of it.
Bulma shrugged and opened the door, she ran down the hallway to see Yamcha, a dagger jammed into his body, holding someone, who was obviously near death against the wall, "How dare you...!" Yamcha snarled.
A horror crept in to Bulma's heart as she recognized the one shaky voice that she didn't want to hear, "Not as good as you thought you were, huh, creep?"
"VEGETA!" Bulma screamed, she stared at him, blood pouring from his mouth and newly acquired wounds.
Yamcha stared at her, "What?!"
A shocked expression came over the young saiyan's face, "What?"
Her fiancé turned and stared the young girl in the face, her face paled, not even afraid of what she had just admitted to, but what she saw, Vegeta was barely conscious, "You...KNOW...him?!" He glared into Bulma's eyes. Bulma looked at Vegeta, unsure of what to do.
"I...I..." She looked completely speechless, Vegeta's word about betrayal ringing in her ears, "I...well..." Her heart sank.
"Of COURSE she doesn't know me! Why would I have anything to do with her?!" Vegeta climbed to his feet, kicking Yamcha and backing off.
Bulma stared at Vegeta, he was glaring at Yamcha, he then took off down the hallway, Yamcha snarled, "You son of a–..." He turned to Bulma, "How did you know his name?"
"I..." She looked down, she couldn't lie about it, so she just stared at the ground, not looking up.
Yamcha shrugged, "Well, I'm sure you had nothing to do with him."
"How did you find him?"
"The idiot was near here, I'm not sure what he was trying to do..." Yamcha smirked, "But he was injured enough to where he didn't stand much of a chance against anyone..."
"Oh..." She looked after Vegeta," Um...what now?"
"You actually think he can get away from your father?" Yamcha smirked, "Highly doubted...and I'm going to have a time with that one..."
"What do you mean?" Bulma's body shook in fear, as she continued staring down where Vegeta had run off to, "What are you talking about?" Concern began to emerge and reveal itself in her voice, and she didn't care.
"Your father intends to torture him, he has some sort of information that your father has needed for quite a long time now, and some how, I doubt he'll just be all pleasant and tell us."
"Right..." Bulma smiled meekly and nodded, then hurried off, down the hallway, "Well, I've got to be somewhere....bye."
Tanya stared into Yamcha's eyes, "I hate you..." She said, bitterness making itself known to Yamcha and anyone else who heard, "You're the biggest jackass I've ever met."
The man's smirk widened, "Oh? Why thank you..."
Tanya turned away and ran after Bulma, after shooting him a hot glance.
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Triyan forced Vegeta back into the wall, "So? We meet again?" A smirk crossed his pale lips, as he saw Vegeta's struggle to move weaken.
"LET GO OF ME!" Vegeta started panting, Triyan laughed at his pathetic attempt to move, "I said let GO!" Vegeta tensed his body.
"You know what I want to know...tell me and we don't have to go through this again...though, if you don't want to tell me, I'm perfectly for torturing you, Vegeta..." His smirk widened, "So, what will it be this time?"
"I don't care when, where or why, I'll never tell you anything you want to know!" Vegeta looked away, his eyes narrow.
Bulma watched her father hit Vegeta in the jaw, she wanted to do something, but what could she do? She was Triyan's daughter, she couldn't betray him. "Dad?"
Triyan kneed Vegeta in the ribcage and turned to face his daughter, "...Bulma?"
"Daddy..." She stared at Vegeta, who didn't bother looknig at her, he just was giving it everything he had to move.
"Yes?" He stabbed his own sword back into Vegeta, who whimpered softly, "What is it?"
"I...nevermind." She sighed, "I'll talk to you later, Daddy..." She walked off, she wouldn't be able to live with herself if Vegeta got killed, she just couldn't.
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Bulma sat in her room, she could still hear Vegeta's desperate cry ringing in her ear, she shook her head and looked at the ground, "I...have to check on him...I just need...an excuse..." It had been four days, and Bulma had not seen Vegeta, nor Yamcha, and her father very rarely. She was very concerned for Vegeta's own safety, sge stepped out of her room, in time to run into her mother.
"Sweetie! Hello!" Her mom smiled a very pleasant smile, "Are you all right? I was just about to come in and check on you..."
"I'm fine." Bulma didn't return the smile, "Can I go look for dad?"
Celine looked at Bulma, slightly concerned, "Sure, but he might be in the interrogation room, but why?" She stared into Bulma's eyes.
"I...just need to speak with him." Bulma walked off, dragging her feet.
Tanya met her in the hallway, "Bulma! Hey! Are you ok? You have been in your room all day...are you still upset?"
Bulma glared at her, "Of course I'm still upset, what do you think, you moron? This is all my fault...I have to help him."
"You can't do anything..." Tanya spoke only the truth, and for the good of her best friend. "I....don't know what you could do..."
"Well, whatever..." She passed Tanya by and continued walking, tears burning in her eyes, "Please just let him be all right." She walked down to the interrogation room, through a series of golden hallways, she opened the door, and saw her father, literally beating Vegeta.
"Father?"
Triyan glared at Vegeta, who just managed to cough blood out of his trembling lips, he didn't bother looking up at her, but she could see plainly that he was completely miserable, "Yes? What do you need? I haven't seen you in awhile..."
She shrugged her shoulders, "Um...I was just wondering where you were...I haven't seen you either, so I was just checking around..."
"Oh...really? Well, that's fine...are you going to leave?" He looked into her eyes, she didn't know what to do, she had to work up the courage to say something.
"Maybe in a minute."
Triyan shrugged, then turned back to Vegeta, "Why do you make this so hard on yourself? If you just tell me a little bit of information...I'll leave you alone!"
"NO!!" Vegeta furiously shook his head, "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! You're wasting your time!"
Triyan growled and kicked Vegeta hard in the ribs, Vegeta whimpered desperately, pain shooting throughout his body, "You truly are pathetic." Vegeta moaned slightly, and then glanced up at him, blood spilling from his wounds, which were now all horrible looking and innumerable. "Shut....up."
"Dad..."
Triyan glanced at Bulma, "What?"
"I do have a request..."
"What is it?"
"Leave him alone..."
Triyan stared blankly at his daughter, as did Vegeta, and both stuttered for a moment, then Triyan spoke, "But, Bulma, why?"
"Because...he never did anything to you, 'stop' 'hurting' HIM!" She glared at her father, who looked totally stunned.
Vegeta stared at her as well, "Wh-what?"
She looked at Vegeta, and smiled, "Well...will you?"
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A/N: Yo! I'm done with THIS chapter! Sorry it took me so long to update! But, it's finally Spring Break, so if I have 'any' reviewers left! I should probably have another update out by next week! {Hoorah.} Be quiet! {No.} Argh! Well, so be happy! {Nobody cares!} Go away! {No.} Stop that! No, don't answer. {Ok, I won't.} Ugh! Well! I will have another chapter out soon! And I updated two stories at once, so...if you want, you can read my other story Hiding the Truth! Uhh...thanks! Bye! {No one cares!} ARGH! GO AWAY! {No.} *Growls* Well! Hope you liked it! Later! {You're talking to air.} SHUT UP!!