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Bulma made a frown as she neared the kitchens and found it deserted. "Vegeta...??" Looking around she found it deserted except for a single piece of paper on the counter. Walking to it, it read Roof Slightly taken aback she frowned and huffed, "Ouh, This better be good Vegeta" Turning around she headed for the elevator to reach the Roof. She waited patiently as each beep came closer to the roof. As soon as she opened the door leading outside she was greeted by a giant gust of cold air. "Oh my hell" she cursed to the icy wind that had managed to push her back to the door. Grumbling miserably she crossed her arms in a vain attempt to warm up. A soft laugh came from behind her, turning around in anger and bewilderment to the cluster of trees that made up the miniature forest on the roof. Glaring at the shadow that was perched on the tree branch, she called out, "Come on Vegeta let's go inside." The shadow blurred and disappeared. Looking around, her hear beating as if it would come out of her chest entirely. "Strange garments you have there.." The soft voice drifted from behind her. Opening her mouth to object, but was cut off by a sudden surge of warmth.
Wrapping his arms around her frozen body he whispered into her ear "Is it not cold?" Holding her tight he flew to the high reaches of the largest of the trees, a somber Weeping Willow. "Vegeta" her voice warning him. As they neared he slowed down slowly drifting into its woeful branches. The cold began to wane as she nestled in his warmth. Then as the willow branches came neared she got ready to leave the inviting warmth. *Don't' think like this, what about Yamcha.* She looked into Vegeta's sad eyes *What about Vegeta....* Torn she left the solitude of his arms and landed on the branch, as close to the trunk as she could. Still a bit uneasy about being so high up she looked at Vegeta as he calmly landed cross-legged on the same branch but to where the leaves started to grow. Noticing that the wind lash was gone as the dome-shaped tree shielded both of them. Putting her legs close to her chest, she covered them with her large oversized shirt. "So what did you want to tell me?" She asked quietly as the song of the trees continued on slowly. He gave her a grunt in response and stared into her eyes. His unevering stare started to make Bulma uncomfortable as she waited for something else. After a couple of minuets she could no longer stand the serene quiet and song, and she tried again, "Vegeta." As if snapped out of a trance he broke his stare and looked into the black sky. "I..." he started but broke of. Then he yelled into the dark of the night, "Goddamnit, what is wrong with me!?!" His hand pounded on the branch making the entire tree quiver.
Vegeta didn't even want to hit the tree again just to watch her squirm. No his mind was to troubled this night. Again the silence broken, by him this time, "Do you really want to know?" Again a period of silence. Bulma nodded her head in solace. Vegeta took a deep breath and calmed him mind. "Do you know the reason here in the first place?" Bulma mad a frown and slowly shook her head after a while of thinking. *Damn woman, you must want me to suffer* "Well at first I was taken against my will as a punishment for my deeds." *"At First"* Bulma asked cocking an eyebrow and Vegeta roared in his mind at the same time. *Fool!* Recovering he said back calmly, "Yes, at first, because now I have something to amuse me and a treasure at the same time." Vegeta watched as Bulmas's eyes started to shine. "Not you, these little pods." Vegeta smiled innocently as Bulma stopped gloating and gave him a dirty look. "So anyway..." She continued.
She paused looking at him, then going to a serious note, "Why?" "Why"... He laughed hollowly and snapped a branch above him. "Why?!?!" "The way is that the people of my planet are so blinded to see what is really going on. They all think I'm a maniac..." He sighed countering the building thoughts in Bulma's head. "Ha Ha." He said dully. Finishing his thoughts after Bulma gave him a cheap smile, "They think I killed my family." Suddenly it grew quiet , even the wind had died down. Then even quieter he whispered, "You should not be asking why my dear, by who and for what." "But now is not the time, you have your why." Then without saying another word he lifted her from her perch and flew to her balcony of her room in silence. His finger glowed as they approached the door as he shot a small beam that unlocked her door. Bulma still in her silent knights arms was flown inside right above her bed. "goodnight" was the only thing she said as he flew back outside silently closing the double French doors. She had no energy in her as she fell back into her bed as she thought about all Vegeta said. One thing still bothered her the most was him saying "Don't ask why, ask who and for what..."
Opening her eyes slowly she was greeted by a beaming Yamcha. "Huh" was all she could mumble.