Wow, long time no see, huh?

I've got a few apologies to make before you guys read this chap, so take a second and read em, ok? It might clear a few things up.. I hope so at least :-D

It just occurred to me that for some ungodly reason, this update never made it to ff.net.. soooooo I'm adding it now, for all of you that never got a chance to read it somewhere else.. There's also a new chapter to be added that I've just got to make a few revisions to, and then I'll get it posted for everyone, ok?

I really apologize for the lack of stories that you might have noticed from me lately, but hopefully I've got a few things straightened out now, and I'll be able to post at least a bit more regularly.

Until next time, Love you all, and happy reading!

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The Vow: Broken Promises

Chapter Six: I'd never let you fall.

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Previously on The Vow: Broken Promises:

"Are you happy now, Vegeta?" Piccolo asked as he walked back toward where he stood.

"Doesn't matter one way or another. All she's proving is how big of a whore she is. Nothing else."

"If that's what you want to think, Vegeta, then go right ahead. But, need I remind you that you'd have no place here if it weren't for that whore. Do you honestly think you're still around because we want you here? The answer to that, is simple. The only reason you're here is because she wanted you to be. And everyone holds too much respect for her to question her judgment, however wrong she might be." He answered, before turning and walking away. Gohan followed shortly behind, leaving the Saiyan Prince by himself. He gave a defeated sigh, before taking to the sky, and, against his better judgment, flying toward Capsule Corp.

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Bulma gave a tired sigh as she entered Capsule corp., and another as she plopped down on the couch.

"Rough day at the office?" Yamcha asked, in what even he knew was a poor attempt at humor.

"All in a day's work." She replied grimly, before turning tired eyes on him. "You know I can't love you, Yamcha."

"I know."

"I can't, and I don't think I would if I could."

"I know that too." He replied grimly, before running a hand through his spiky brown hair. "I love you, Bulma, and I'd do whatever you asked me to.. Anything that I could do, I would. But you heart isn't mine.." He gave a slight, humorless chuckle, before proceeding. " It wasn't ever mine, Bulma. At first I made myself think that things would go back to the way they were, but I know now that they can't. They can't because we aren't willing to let past differences die. And truthfully, maybe I'm not either."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Yamcha merely gave her a strange look, before erupting into a fit of laughter. "Do you think I enjoy sitting around, and pretending to be Vegeta's little puppy? His loyal little dog?"

"And I ask again, what's that supposed to mean?"

"I get his scraps." He said, his laughter having suddenly died. He took one look at the heated glance Bulma gave him, before the giggles began again. "Don't look at me like that, Bulma.. You know I love you with all I am.. But do you honestly think I wanna sit around and watch you pretend you're happy with me."

"But I am..." She began, before he abruptly cut her off.

"And you're still in love with him." Yamcha's laughter suddenly dissipated, and tears sprung to his eyes. He almost laughed aloud at his sudden change of mood. "And now, I'm becoming bipolar." He thought to himself, before giving a mental shrug. If that was the worst thing that ever happened to him because of a certain blue haired female, then he'd gotten off of the hook easily.

"You're right, I am." She admitted sadly, her eyes suddenly becoming firmly locked on the carpet at her feet.

"Why did you come see me, Bulma? Why did you even bother?" Yamcha asked, unshed tears threatening to spill themselves at any moment.

"Because I was afraid, because I was lonely... I don't know.."

"Because you wanted to hurt Vegeta, that's why. Because you felt that he needed to be punished for something he'd done to you. You felt he needed to pay..."

Bulma remained silent.

"Tell me though, what was I supposed to be paying for?" Yamcha turned tired eyes on her, and drew a deep breath before continuing. "I'd kill for you, Bulma, you know that. You've always known that. And if I thought it would help, if I thought it would change your mind about your asshole of a prince, then I'd fight him in a minute. But it wouldn't help. It wouldn't change a damn thing. And I can't sit here with a clear conscious and love you. Not when you want him. Ugh.. Bulma.. Why couldn't you have just left me out of this little revenge scheme? Just this once? Do you not know how badly it killed me to walk away from you and Trunks? Do you not understand that when I left that hospital room, it felt like I couldn't breathe? I can't go through that again, Bulma.. I don't care how much I love you, I can't do it again..."

"Yamcha.. Please... I can't stand to be alone...."

The desert bandit gave a short snort before gesturing over her shoulder, to a corner of the room completely hidden in shadow. "Do you think we're alone, Bulma? Do you think that he'd actually leave me alone with you, that he'd trust me to not hurt you?"

Bulma spun around to face where Yamcha had pointed, just in time to watch the shadows melt away, and her mate take form before her very eyes.

"Vegeta.. Why are you here?" She asked meekly, her voice betraying her exhaustion.

"I live here." He answered simply, before casting a glance to the spot where Yamcha had stood, only to find him to be nowhere in sight, and the front door standing wide open. "Your little lap dog's left you alone, I'm afraid."

"I'm always alone, Vegeta. You've made sure of that from the moment you first stepped into my life."

"Don't blame your personality disorders on me. If you're alone, it's because you chose to be."

"No, it's because I chose to be with you." She shot back, before turning on her heel, and stomping up the steps to her bedroom, Vegeta hot on her heels. He twisted the knob, only to find it locked. With a slight smirk, and a shake of his head, he twisted the knob ever so slightly.

At least, slightly to him. The door, on the other hand, thought rather differently. It gave a moan, then a squeak, before the knob finally crumbled into nothing in his grasp.

He entered what had, until yesterday been their bedroom, a triumphant smirk plastered on his face.

The smirk died almost instantly.

Bulma sat perched, rather precariously, atop the balcony railing, her long blue hair whipping around her violently in the wind.

"Get down." He meant to command, but his concern sounded through in his voice, and it ended up sounding more like a request.

"I'm fine, Vegeta. I just need to clear my head. There's so much that I don't understand."

"Right, and Kakarot's a world class scholar. I'll tell you again, Get down." The was no request in his voice this time, only anger.

"You, and Goku.. you can fly.. Why can't I? Why can't Bulma fly?"

She cast another look downward.

"Because Bulma's a weak female. That's why." He answered with a snort, before realizing that insulting her probably wasn't the best approach to take.

"You're right, I am." She said with a sigh, before casting a look toward him. "Would you catch me, Vegeta? Would you catch me if I fall?"

"No." He replied simply, before giving a smirk. Bulma looked away, but only for a moment. That was all the time she had. Suddenly, though the process never registered in her mind, she found herself pulled tightly against Vegeta's chest, his hot breath literally burning her ear when he spoke, ever so quietly.

"No, little one, I wouldn't catch you." And then he took off, leaving Bulma a crumpled mess on the ground, tears flowing angrily down her cheeks.

"I'd never let you fall..." The slight whisper in her mind only made her tears fall harder.

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