Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to anyone who has ever loved someone only to receive a broken heart and shattered mirrors. Also to anyone who has ever spilled their heart for someone else only to have it ripped apart and handed back with a claim that it is as good as new. Thank you for reading.

Chapter Five:

"Kakarot, you can stop hiding in the bushes," Vegeta said to a kneeling Goku. When the taller Saiya-jin appeared, Vegeta had to turn away. "How long have you been there?"

Goku stood up tall, and a serious look crossed his face. "I was here when Yamcha's power level rose. And that was long enough to know that this is not going the way I wanted it to go."

"And how exactly did you want this to go?" A curious Vegeta asked.

"I want this to be exactly how you do. The same way it used to be. Bulma's confused herself into believing that she doesn't care about you anymore. I watched her for the past five years. She does care, Vegeta. I know it."

The younger Saiya-jin's words were uplifting, almost comforting even. He had hope, unlike Vegeta who continued to look at the negative and pessimistic side of things. "I lost her, Kakarot. There is no getting her back now."

Goku frowned at Vegeta's outlook. Did this man EVER see the bright side of things? "I'm sorry that you feel that way, Vegeta . . . "Goku said as he looked to the top of the shorter Saiya-jin's head. "'Cause I don't see a halo anymore."

Vegeta's eyes went wide. "What?! What do you mean, there's not a halo there anymore?!"

Goku plastered a typical goofy grin on his face. "I couldn't help myself, Vegeta. I knew you were coming back. I just had to make everything back to normal again. So I took a short trip to Namek to bring you back to the realm of the living."

Vegeta's face fell. "I guess I've got longer than the eighteen hours I thought I had."

"So maybe you should come with me," Goku said, and took the Saiya-jin prince's arm.

Vegeta ripped his arm away. "No, Kakarot. I've got a plan of my own." Vegeta smirked at his ingenious plan of action. The other Saiya-jin just stared in confusion.

"What exactly do you have in mind, Vegeta?" Goku asked somewhat worriedly.

"Revenge. Pure and utter revenge." Though his plan had nothing to do with the other residents of the Capsule Corporation living compound, Vegeta walked to the dome shaped building.

"Um . . . Vegeta? Where are you going?"

"To retrieve my clothes. She can't deny me those."

When he got to the door, Vegeta just opened it as if he still lived there. Luckily, no one even saw him walk in. He walked by the kitchen, noticing two figures standing by the window. He sneered at how Yamcha's arms snaked around Bulma's slender body. That was supposed to be HIS job. Not some ex- boyfriend who had his chance so long ago.

He still knew his way around the house and proceeded to prove it. Up the stairway he went, and down the hallway to a room near the end. The light was on in the bedroom.

Vegeta walked in the room to the scent of lavender. It smelled so much like Bulma. It was almost too much nostalgia for even the Prince of all Saiya- jins. But he continued to stroll around the room to the large walk in closet, passing by Bulma's vanity. The vanity was cluttered with various shades of red lipstick and light eye shadow. A small blue hairbrush sat on the corner. What really caught the Saiya-jin's eye however, was a small picture frame hidden by other beauty products. It held a picture of the two of them, his arm around her, her arm around him. They were happy. But if she was over him, why did she still keep the picture?

Vegeta brushed it aside and walked to and into the closet. He found nothing. None of his clothes were in the closet. Just big empty space where they might have been. Damn, he thought.

He strolled out of the closet and the room, just as he had entered. Out into the hallway and to the top of the stairs. But he was met with a problem. A problem that stared him in the eyes with its own perfect azure ones, glaring. Vegeta scowled too, after a long sigh.

"I'm not going to tell you again, Oh Great Prince of Saiya-jins. Get out of my life." Bulma said quietly, still locked in an angry stare.

"I shall. Just tell me where I might find my clothes." Vegeta said coolly.

Bulma shortly laughed. "I haven't had those since Yamcha moved in."

Vegeta comfortably walked down the stairs to come face to face with the harpy who held his heart. He stared with the typical look that tended to always win Bulma over and just smirked. "Damn. Guess I'll have to find some other ones."

Bulma smiled back. "I hope you're not trying to seduce me, Vegeta no Ouji." She placed one hand on her ex-lover's shoulder. "If I were still in love with you, I would fall for it. Sorry."

"I have no problem with that. I am not going to try to win you over anymore. I just wanted my clothes." Vegeta said. He loved having the last word with her, so he simply walked around her and out of the house altogether. Bulma merely glared at his retreating figure.

Vegeta stepped through the door to see Goku sitting on the grass, awaiting his return from inside the house. The younger Saiya-jin stood up, however, when Vegeta decided not to say anything.

"No luck, I presume," Goku said to his prince.

"No. It appears that I must find my own clothes." Vegeta said, somewhat dejectedly. He turned and faced the street to begin walking down the sidewalk/entranceway and onto the cement of the street with Goku following closely behind.

"I still don't understand what you're doing, Vegeta. Please tell me," Goku said to Vegeta who seemed to just continue walking, not paying attention to the taller Saiya-jin. But he still responded.

"I'm invoking revenge, Kakarot. Inciting jealousy. You'll see."

And there is the. . . rather short. . . fifth chapter. I'm sorry in advance if it seems scattered. I didn't write it out before typing it so I just typed it from my own brain. So. . . hope you enjoyed. Laterz