Last time:
"Ve-Vegeta," she stuttered looking at him in horror, then down at her dripping wet body. It was all too much for her to take. Her eyes once again drooped shut, and her body collapsed to the floor. Immediately Vegeta ran to her aid, picking up her limp body and setting her on the bed. He knew he should have changed her clothes, gotten her out of the soaking ones, but if she awoke while he was there would have been no explanation, though he had one, that he could think of to explain himself. So he left her in the wet clothes, giving her three flannel blankets instead.
He sighed resting his head on his hand, sitting in a chair at the foot of her bed. He didn't know how he was going to do this. How do you tell someone they are going to die in a matter of months?
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"Just go," Vegeta told himself as he paced back and forth in Bulma's bedroom. "Just go train and forget about her. She can take care of herself," he grunted; but who was he trying to fool? Certainly not himself. He knew damn well, that out of the two of them, he was the only one who knew anything about her condition. The Fewsks were experts on the subject, but from what he'd seen so long ago when he landed here, there was no known cure. And those who contracted it died shortly after being infected, though some treatments helped slow the process, they all eventually died. "What's wrong with you!? Your training matters more than this weakling!" he howled, waking Bulma from her rest.
"Wha..What's..going..on?" she mumbled, clutching her head, feeling a sudden headache. Vegeta immediately forgot about his battle with himself, and appeared at her side, giving into his instincts without any real struggle. She gave him a questioning look, then propped herself up on her elbows. He looked at her a moment without a word, then shook his head and stalked out of the room, determined to forget about her and train. "Wait!!" Bulma called, running after him, only to trip in a tangle of blankets. "Wait.." she called in a now raspy voice, as she crawled into the kitchen.
"What?" Vegeta hissed, arms crossed in the doorway of the control room. He'd only gotten half way outside, when he turned and stalked back in. His knew, foreign emotions were not going to let him train in peace.
"What happened?" she asked, obviously knowing something was wrong. He walked over to her and crouched down, extending his arm. She grabbed it reluctantly, and he pulled her to her feet, setting her in a kitchen chair.
"Alright," he sighed, taking a brief moment to sort his words and think of exactly what he was going to say. Bulma looked up at him, desperation evident in her eyes. He paced around a moment, then halted suddenly, back to her. He concentrated his thoughts, trying to be somewhat compassionate, though his personality came through instead. "Look at those scratches on the right side of your abdomen and right leg," he demanded, then paused, waiting for her to do as he was told. She touched the deep violet scratches with shaky hands, not knowing at all what to think. "The Fewsks call them Eskes when they turn blue, which is precisely what happened to you last night-"
"What does that mean!!?" she squealed, interrupting him.
"Quiet Onna! Do you want to hear this or not!?" he spat, narrowing his brow at her.
"Gomen," she whispered innocently, bringing her knees to her chest, her arms wrapped around them protectively. He only rolled his eyes at her, then continued.
"Alright, like I said it happened to you last night. I figured out what was wrong and took care of the problem-"
"How?" she squeaked, forgetting how he'd just yelled at her for interrupting him. He took a deep breath, obviously annoyed, then closed his eyes.
"Your body was burning up, because the scratches turned to Eskes, and were glowing blue. I put you in the shower under some cold water, then put ice on the scratches to make your fever drop. It worked, so I put you to bed," he said nonchalantly, as if he did that type of selfless deed all the time. "I..I.." he looked over at her, then down at the floor. "The disease is called Denj-sa..You contracted it while in the forest..A plant called Denj-mea carries a chemical that coats its thorns, that when its mixed with body fluid (Aka her blood when the thorns broke the skin) is..is.." He stopped, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry.
"Is?" Bulma urged, though she sensed whatever came next was not going to ease her discomfort.
"Fatal," he said flatly, hiding all emotion he did have. Her eyes widened in horror, tears welling up in her ocean blue orbs.
"N-N-No..No..You have to be mis-mis..mistaken," she whimpered. He didn't respond to her, let alone move. He wanted to run to her, hold her as she cried, and tell her everything would be fine. But in the end, he suppressed his feeling and simply walked back into the kitchen for a drink. "Please Vegeta!!" she cried, running after him and latching onto his torso from behind. "Please..Tell me there's a cure.." She sobbed into his back, body trembling with fear.
"There isn't," he growled, pushing her aside and heading for the door.
"Please..Don't leave me.." she whispered, reaching her arm out. "I..I..I don't want to.."She choked down some more oncoming tears to get out her last words that seemed to her stuck in her throat. "..to die alone.." Vegeta clenched his fists angrily, then turned to face the broken woman.
"I don't care woman!!" he howled, punching the nearby door, making a rather large dent in the metal. She only looked at him in disbelief. She hadn't thought he was THIS cold hearted.
She sighed loudly, then turned to the sink, hiding the oncoming of more tears. "F-F-Fine..Go Vegeta.." She clenched her tiny hands into fists and slammed them down on the counter, startling the Prince. "Go!!" she screamed, turning and throwing a rather large serrated knife at him. He dodged it with ease, and watched as its handle bounced of the wall then stuck in the vinyl tile.
"Wo-"
"No Vegeta!! Just get the hell out of here!! If I have to die, then I'm going to die in peace!! Which means no you!!" she yelled angrily, holding her stomach, feeling a sudden sharp pain rip through her. Her hands formed into what looked like claws and she dug her fingers as far as she could into her skin, trying desperately to ease the pain. Vegeta looked on, mouth agape, wondering what brought on this sudden pain. Then, without any regards for her demands for him to leave, he went over to her and reached out for her arm. Instantly she backed as far away from him as possible, holding one arm out to him and the other still clutching her stomach. He stopped a moment, then ignored her and advanced once more. This time she backed herself into her room and up on the bed. She stood, steadying herself on the mattress, trying to ward him off with her outstretched hand. Her body was turned inwards, her right side leaning on the wall, tears of pain streaming down her face.
"Woman come here," he demanded, reaching for her unsuccessfully. She barely slipped from his grasp and ducked into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her. "Woman!!" he howled, banging on the door. "Woman get out here right now!!"
"No!! Go away!!" she yelled back, curling into a ball of pain against the bathroom door.
"Open the door right now or I'll break it down!!"
"Fine!!" she hissed, reaching for the knob and unlocking it, then backing away under the sink. Vegeta merely scowled down at her, then walked over and pulled her to her feet. She looked at him, wanting to scream in pain, but only let out a few small whimpers as he pried her arms away from her stomach. He touched her wounds, being surprisingly gentle, though the look on his face would have suggested otherwise. "What?" she whispered hesitantly.
"Eskes," he sighed, sliding his hand down to her leg. She shivered at the feeling of his warm hands on her body, though she was in pain, she couldn't help but wonder what else he could do with those hands. "Here," he said, grabbing her hand and placing it on her leg wounds. "Feel that?"
"Fuck!" she growled, snatching her hand away. "That's hot!!"
"Exactly. Now imagine what its doing to your insides." She shrunk back in fear, as he still held her shoulder. "I take it that you'll cooperate then." She nodded solemnly, then relaxed, as best she could, from her rigid form. "Ok, take off your clothes-"
"What!?" she hissed, jumping back and crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't think s-"
"Shut up and do it! I need to see if you have Eskes anywhere else!" he spat, pulling her back at him forcefully. She looked up at him, much like a scolded puppy, then sighed and began to pull off her ragged jean shorts. He looked at her impatiently, and she quickly slipped out of them. "Woman," he mumbled. "I can see nothing more than I could when you had those on. I need you to discard ALL your clothing." She groaned apprehensively, then began to tug at her halter top (Remember she never changed from before). If Vegeta was going to see her naked, this was not the situation her wanted to be in. When she finally got her top off Vegeta didn't approach her right away, his cheeks a noticeable shade of pink. Bulma didn't notice though, for she was too busy taking off her last item of clothing. She stood there a moment, trying desperately to cover herself with her arms, twisting this way and that, while Vegeta composed himself and went over to the shower, turning on the cold water.
"I get in I suppose," she mumbled, walking over to the less than happy Saiyan. She ducked her head under his arm and into the shower, wanting to jump back out once the icy water hit her already shivering body. She wondered subconsciously why she hadn't passed out yet, like she had the first time.
"You have more Eskes than I thought..Here," he pointed to her right hip. "And on your upper back. Honestly woman, how could you have not noticed all these scratches?"
"I..I remember running into a thorn bush..but I just ignored it.." She coward away from him, suddenly finding the cold water a little more comforting.
"Stay here," he demanded, as if she would have gone anywhere else if he didn't tell her to stay put. "I need to get some ice." With that he turned and exited the bathroom, leaving Bulma alone for a moment with her thoughts.
"Oh Kami.." she cried, pressing her cheek against the tile wall of the shower stall and placing her hand next to her head. "I don't want to die..There's so much more I haven't experienced..I don't want to die before I get married..and have children.." Her tears seemed to warm her body some, her sorrow letting the thoughts of her pain escape her mind for a brief moment. "I want to be old and ugly when I die.." she sighed, letting her limp body slide to the floor. Vegeta took this exact moment to return to the bathroom, and allowing his mind to get the better of him, ran to her side, thinking something had happened. When he found that she was only crying, scowled at her, then reached for some ice in the bucket he'd put it in.
"Come here," he demanded, yanking at her arm. He was clad in only black boxers Bulma noticed, suddenly taking in other irrelevant things as well; like his eyes for example, they seemed to quiver though he outwardly put on a façade of calmness and anger. Did he care for this blue haired woman who was now in his arms? Bulma shook her head dismissing the thought entirely, and leaned back onto Vegeta's warm muscular chest, allowing him to rub ice over her wounds.
"Thank you," she whispered, closing her eyes, letting a small smile grace her lips. He only grunted at her, concentrating on getting the Eskes to go away.
"Lean forward." He pushed her shoulder and she did as she was told. He grabbed another piece of ice and began to rub it on the wound on her upper back, still holding her shoulder. Bulma instinctively placed her hand on his, and before he could pull away, she had their fingers locked together and her other hand over them, placed on her leg. His first thought was to pull away, but then remembering he had more important things to worry about, pushed that thought away and focused back to her wounds.
Important things? The word stuck in his head. When did this weak little woman become a priority over his training? He scowled down at his ministrations, but continued none the less. He'd deal with himself later.
"Ok. Done," he stated, standing and pulling her to her feet as well, then shut off the water. He then proceeded to leave the room, intending on heading to his room to dry off and get dressed.
"Wait," Bulma called, wrapping a large black cotton towel around her body and running after him.
"What?" he hissed, whirling around and glaring at the tiny dripping woman. He couldn't help but smirk inwardly, knowing he'd just been touching her naked body.
"I..I just wanted to..thank you..for helping me.." she said, shying her head away from his onyx eyes.
"You already did," he replied gruffly, drying his wet hair with a towel.
"Not like that," she whispered, and before he knew it, her arms were wrapped around his neck, lips pressed against his. Vegeta's immediate reaction was to claw her arms off his neck, but then noting the passion in her kiss, let her continue. He had to admit, she was damn sexy, and a great kisser to boot.
He eased into her kiss, letting his hands wandered around to her waist. She, in turn, pressed her palms against the back of his head, trying to deepen their kiss further. He obliged her attempt, gliding his fingers threw her soaked aqua locks. Then, just as suddenly as she came, she was gone, leaving Vegeta dumb-founded, a mixture of emotions swirling around his head. In the end though, he settled on the one he knew best, anger. He quickly changed into his training uniform, and stalked out of the ship. He wasn't planning on coming back that night.
"What did I just do!?" Bulma screamed at her reflection in the full length mirror in her bedroom, as she pulled on a pair of jeans. "No Bulma no! You cannot, cannot, fall for him!! He's Vegeta!!..Besides," she sighed, pulling a plain red tee-shirt over her head. "You won't have long to..to.." She couldn't finish her sentence. She knew full well why she couldn't like this man, and it wasn't only who he was, it was her knew fate. "No!" she shouted, shaking her head. "I will not die without loving! I am going to make the most of my time left!!" With that, she slipped on a pair of shoes, grabbed a jet-copter capsule, and ran outside. She didn't even think of the possibility that something could happen to her, she was too determined to find Vegeta before she lost anymore time.
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---Chapter 6!! :D I am proud of myself people. Aren't you? I think I did a rather good job on this chapter. Sorry to leave it hanging there. Hmm..Wonder what Bulma will say to Vegeta when she finds him??..Geez, I really made these chapters short, huh? I wished I hadn't, but I wrote this all so long ago. I promise that the brand new chapters (after 11) will be REALLY REALLY long! :D
REVIEW!! :D
Next time: Bulma goes in search of Vegeta, but ends up in the most unlikely of places..
"Ve-Vegeta," she stuttered looking at him in horror, then down at her dripping wet body. It was all too much for her to take. Her eyes once again drooped shut, and her body collapsed to the floor. Immediately Vegeta ran to her aid, picking up her limp body and setting her on the bed. He knew he should have changed her clothes, gotten her out of the soaking ones, but if she awoke while he was there would have been no explanation, though he had one, that he could think of to explain himself. So he left her in the wet clothes, giving her three flannel blankets instead.
He sighed resting his head on his hand, sitting in a chair at the foot of her bed. He didn't know how he was going to do this. How do you tell someone they are going to die in a matter of months?
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"Just go," Vegeta told himself as he paced back and forth in Bulma's bedroom. "Just go train and forget about her. She can take care of herself," he grunted; but who was he trying to fool? Certainly not himself. He knew damn well, that out of the two of them, he was the only one who knew anything about her condition. The Fewsks were experts on the subject, but from what he'd seen so long ago when he landed here, there was no known cure. And those who contracted it died shortly after being infected, though some treatments helped slow the process, they all eventually died. "What's wrong with you!? Your training matters more than this weakling!" he howled, waking Bulma from her rest.
"Wha..What's..going..on?" she mumbled, clutching her head, feeling a sudden headache. Vegeta immediately forgot about his battle with himself, and appeared at her side, giving into his instincts without any real struggle. She gave him a questioning look, then propped herself up on her elbows. He looked at her a moment without a word, then shook his head and stalked out of the room, determined to forget about her and train. "Wait!!" Bulma called, running after him, only to trip in a tangle of blankets. "Wait.." she called in a now raspy voice, as she crawled into the kitchen.
"What?" Vegeta hissed, arms crossed in the doorway of the control room. He'd only gotten half way outside, when he turned and stalked back in. His knew, foreign emotions were not going to let him train in peace.
"What happened?" she asked, obviously knowing something was wrong. He walked over to her and crouched down, extending his arm. She grabbed it reluctantly, and he pulled her to her feet, setting her in a kitchen chair.
"Alright," he sighed, taking a brief moment to sort his words and think of exactly what he was going to say. Bulma looked up at him, desperation evident in her eyes. He paced around a moment, then halted suddenly, back to her. He concentrated his thoughts, trying to be somewhat compassionate, though his personality came through instead. "Look at those scratches on the right side of your abdomen and right leg," he demanded, then paused, waiting for her to do as he was told. She touched the deep violet scratches with shaky hands, not knowing at all what to think. "The Fewsks call them Eskes when they turn blue, which is precisely what happened to you last night-"
"What does that mean!!?" she squealed, interrupting him.
"Quiet Onna! Do you want to hear this or not!?" he spat, narrowing his brow at her.
"Gomen," she whispered innocently, bringing her knees to her chest, her arms wrapped around them protectively. He only rolled his eyes at her, then continued.
"Alright, like I said it happened to you last night. I figured out what was wrong and took care of the problem-"
"How?" she squeaked, forgetting how he'd just yelled at her for interrupting him. He took a deep breath, obviously annoyed, then closed his eyes.
"Your body was burning up, because the scratches turned to Eskes, and were glowing blue. I put you in the shower under some cold water, then put ice on the scratches to make your fever drop. It worked, so I put you to bed," he said nonchalantly, as if he did that type of selfless deed all the time. "I..I.." he looked over at her, then down at the floor. "The disease is called Denj-sa..You contracted it while in the forest..A plant called Denj-mea carries a chemical that coats its thorns, that when its mixed with body fluid (Aka her blood when the thorns broke the skin) is..is.." He stopped, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry.
"Is?" Bulma urged, though she sensed whatever came next was not going to ease her discomfort.
"Fatal," he said flatly, hiding all emotion he did have. Her eyes widened in horror, tears welling up in her ocean blue orbs.
"N-N-No..No..You have to be mis-mis..mistaken," she whimpered. He didn't respond to her, let alone move. He wanted to run to her, hold her as she cried, and tell her everything would be fine. But in the end, he suppressed his feeling and simply walked back into the kitchen for a drink. "Please Vegeta!!" she cried, running after him and latching onto his torso from behind. "Please..Tell me there's a cure.." She sobbed into his back, body trembling with fear.
"There isn't," he growled, pushing her aside and heading for the door.
"Please..Don't leave me.." she whispered, reaching her arm out. "I..I..I don't want to.."She choked down some more oncoming tears to get out her last words that seemed to her stuck in her throat. "..to die alone.." Vegeta clenched his fists angrily, then turned to face the broken woman.
"I don't care woman!!" he howled, punching the nearby door, making a rather large dent in the metal. She only looked at him in disbelief. She hadn't thought he was THIS cold hearted.
She sighed loudly, then turned to the sink, hiding the oncoming of more tears. "F-F-Fine..Go Vegeta.." She clenched her tiny hands into fists and slammed them down on the counter, startling the Prince. "Go!!" she screamed, turning and throwing a rather large serrated knife at him. He dodged it with ease, and watched as its handle bounced of the wall then stuck in the vinyl tile.
"Wo-"
"No Vegeta!! Just get the hell out of here!! If I have to die, then I'm going to die in peace!! Which means no you!!" she yelled angrily, holding her stomach, feeling a sudden sharp pain rip through her. Her hands formed into what looked like claws and she dug her fingers as far as she could into her skin, trying desperately to ease the pain. Vegeta looked on, mouth agape, wondering what brought on this sudden pain. Then, without any regards for her demands for him to leave, he went over to her and reached out for her arm. Instantly she backed as far away from him as possible, holding one arm out to him and the other still clutching her stomach. He stopped a moment, then ignored her and advanced once more. This time she backed herself into her room and up on the bed. She stood, steadying herself on the mattress, trying to ward him off with her outstretched hand. Her body was turned inwards, her right side leaning on the wall, tears of pain streaming down her face.
"Woman come here," he demanded, reaching for her unsuccessfully. She barely slipped from his grasp and ducked into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her. "Woman!!" he howled, banging on the door. "Woman get out here right now!!"
"No!! Go away!!" she yelled back, curling into a ball of pain against the bathroom door.
"Open the door right now or I'll break it down!!"
"Fine!!" she hissed, reaching for the knob and unlocking it, then backing away under the sink. Vegeta merely scowled down at her, then walked over and pulled her to her feet. She looked at him, wanting to scream in pain, but only let out a few small whimpers as he pried her arms away from her stomach. He touched her wounds, being surprisingly gentle, though the look on his face would have suggested otherwise. "What?" she whispered hesitantly.
"Eskes," he sighed, sliding his hand down to her leg. She shivered at the feeling of his warm hands on her body, though she was in pain, she couldn't help but wonder what else he could do with those hands. "Here," he said, grabbing her hand and placing it on her leg wounds. "Feel that?"
"Fuck!" she growled, snatching her hand away. "That's hot!!"
"Exactly. Now imagine what its doing to your insides." She shrunk back in fear, as he still held her shoulder. "I take it that you'll cooperate then." She nodded solemnly, then relaxed, as best she could, from her rigid form. "Ok, take off your clothes-"
"What!?" she hissed, jumping back and crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't think s-"
"Shut up and do it! I need to see if you have Eskes anywhere else!" he spat, pulling her back at him forcefully. She looked up at him, much like a scolded puppy, then sighed and began to pull off her ragged jean shorts. He looked at her impatiently, and she quickly slipped out of them. "Woman," he mumbled. "I can see nothing more than I could when you had those on. I need you to discard ALL your clothing." She groaned apprehensively, then began to tug at her halter top (Remember she never changed from before). If Vegeta was going to see her naked, this was not the situation her wanted to be in. When she finally got her top off Vegeta didn't approach her right away, his cheeks a noticeable shade of pink. Bulma didn't notice though, for she was too busy taking off her last item of clothing. She stood there a moment, trying desperately to cover herself with her arms, twisting this way and that, while Vegeta composed himself and went over to the shower, turning on the cold water.
"I get in I suppose," she mumbled, walking over to the less than happy Saiyan. She ducked her head under his arm and into the shower, wanting to jump back out once the icy water hit her already shivering body. She wondered subconsciously why she hadn't passed out yet, like she had the first time.
"You have more Eskes than I thought..Here," he pointed to her right hip. "And on your upper back. Honestly woman, how could you have not noticed all these scratches?"
"I..I remember running into a thorn bush..but I just ignored it.." She coward away from him, suddenly finding the cold water a little more comforting.
"Stay here," he demanded, as if she would have gone anywhere else if he didn't tell her to stay put. "I need to get some ice." With that he turned and exited the bathroom, leaving Bulma alone for a moment with her thoughts.
"Oh Kami.." she cried, pressing her cheek against the tile wall of the shower stall and placing her hand next to her head. "I don't want to die..There's so much more I haven't experienced..I don't want to die before I get married..and have children.." Her tears seemed to warm her body some, her sorrow letting the thoughts of her pain escape her mind for a brief moment. "I want to be old and ugly when I die.." she sighed, letting her limp body slide to the floor. Vegeta took this exact moment to return to the bathroom, and allowing his mind to get the better of him, ran to her side, thinking something had happened. When he found that she was only crying, scowled at her, then reached for some ice in the bucket he'd put it in.
"Come here," he demanded, yanking at her arm. He was clad in only black boxers Bulma noticed, suddenly taking in other irrelevant things as well; like his eyes for example, they seemed to quiver though he outwardly put on a façade of calmness and anger. Did he care for this blue haired woman who was now in his arms? Bulma shook her head dismissing the thought entirely, and leaned back onto Vegeta's warm muscular chest, allowing him to rub ice over her wounds.
"Thank you," she whispered, closing her eyes, letting a small smile grace her lips. He only grunted at her, concentrating on getting the Eskes to go away.
"Lean forward." He pushed her shoulder and she did as she was told. He grabbed another piece of ice and began to rub it on the wound on her upper back, still holding her shoulder. Bulma instinctively placed her hand on his, and before he could pull away, she had their fingers locked together and her other hand over them, placed on her leg. His first thought was to pull away, but then remembering he had more important things to worry about, pushed that thought away and focused back to her wounds.
Important things? The word stuck in his head. When did this weak little woman become a priority over his training? He scowled down at his ministrations, but continued none the less. He'd deal with himself later.
"Ok. Done," he stated, standing and pulling her to her feet as well, then shut off the water. He then proceeded to leave the room, intending on heading to his room to dry off and get dressed.
"Wait," Bulma called, wrapping a large black cotton towel around her body and running after him.
"What?" he hissed, whirling around and glaring at the tiny dripping woman. He couldn't help but smirk inwardly, knowing he'd just been touching her naked body.
"I..I just wanted to..thank you..for helping me.." she said, shying her head away from his onyx eyes.
"You already did," he replied gruffly, drying his wet hair with a towel.
"Not like that," she whispered, and before he knew it, her arms were wrapped around his neck, lips pressed against his. Vegeta's immediate reaction was to claw her arms off his neck, but then noting the passion in her kiss, let her continue. He had to admit, she was damn sexy, and a great kisser to boot.
He eased into her kiss, letting his hands wandered around to her waist. She, in turn, pressed her palms against the back of his head, trying to deepen their kiss further. He obliged her attempt, gliding his fingers threw her soaked aqua locks. Then, just as suddenly as she came, she was gone, leaving Vegeta dumb-founded, a mixture of emotions swirling around his head. In the end though, he settled on the one he knew best, anger. He quickly changed into his training uniform, and stalked out of the ship. He wasn't planning on coming back that night.
"What did I just do!?" Bulma screamed at her reflection in the full length mirror in her bedroom, as she pulled on a pair of jeans. "No Bulma no! You cannot, cannot, fall for him!! He's Vegeta!!..Besides," she sighed, pulling a plain red tee-shirt over her head. "You won't have long to..to.." She couldn't finish her sentence. She knew full well why she couldn't like this man, and it wasn't only who he was, it was her knew fate. "No!" she shouted, shaking her head. "I will not die without loving! I am going to make the most of my time left!!" With that, she slipped on a pair of shoes, grabbed a jet-copter capsule, and ran outside. She didn't even think of the possibility that something could happen to her, she was too determined to find Vegeta before she lost anymore time.
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---Chapter 6!! :D I am proud of myself people. Aren't you? I think I did a rather good job on this chapter. Sorry to leave it hanging there. Hmm..Wonder what Bulma will say to Vegeta when she finds him??..Geez, I really made these chapters short, huh? I wished I hadn't, but I wrote this all so long ago. I promise that the brand new chapters (after 11) will be REALLY REALLY long! :D
REVIEW!! :D
Next time: Bulma goes in search of Vegeta, but ends up in the most unlikely of places..