o.o WOW. Looki all the reviews ;; I decided to just keep writing Just to finish it. Though. I can tell you this. X.x… There's going to be A LOT of chapters Oo I think we are still in the beginning on the story. –Dies- x.x! And I think there will be a sequal too. Or ill just stray away from the original idea and end it soon ; I dunno.

My Heart That You Hold

Chapter 20

Majin Bulma

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            Pale hands were folded together on top of the sleeping forms abdomen. A thick blanket was placed a top of the beings body, wrapped securely around her curves. A small moist towel was placed upon her forehead while a raven-haired woman sat across from her, sleeping soundly, holding a small child in her arms and lap.

            Small groans emitted from the blue haired woman's throat as she tossed her head to the left, her brows creased, her fingers gripped tighter together as she slept.

Dream

            " Mommy, you're always going to be with me right?" A small child with lavender hair asked curiously to the woman that held him. His fingers curled around the front of her collar, small head tilted to stare in her eyes as he propped his small feet on her lap.

            A smile graced her features as she ran her hand through his small locks of lavender, fingers stroking and grooming. " Of course."

            " Good." He smiled, leaning his head back against her shoulder.

            Black covered the scenery, a sword shot out stabbing the woman in the stomach. Blood dripped and poured around the wound and the sword. Another figure gripped the small child of 3 years by the hair. She let out a silent scream as the man took the child away crying and screaming for his mother.

            She tried to reach him, but it wasn't allowed. The sword was roughly pulled from her abdomen. Blue eyes of tears traveled up to her executer. Her blues met the dark of black. 

            " V-Vegeta…"

..

            " VEGETA!"

            Blue hair flew forward as the body jerked from her sleeping state into a sitting position. The towel fell landing in her lap. A small huff of air escaped her pale lips as she took her surroundings in, in shock and surprise.

            " What happened?" She asked to know one in particular.

            Small chirps and laughter came from the side of her; she turned, seeing the small infant in her friends lap.

            " Gohan? What are you guys doing here?" Scooting off the bed, she made her short distance to the small baby, lifting him from his mothers hold. She sat him in the bed with her as she let him grab her fingers in a tight hold, chirping and squawking.  

            " Damnit, I know what happened. That asshole Kuji made me fall down the stairs." Her eyes widened in fear. " The baby!" She looked down at her stomach, which happened to grow a lot since the last time she had seen herself." I guess he's ok then…"

            Laughter stopped, as attentions turned to the door. A fist was pounding on it, startling the raven-haired woman out of her sleep.

..

            " Time?"

            " We will be there by morning tomorrow Sire."

            " Good. I'll get to see my baby boy and Chichi. And we can see if Bulma is up Vegeta!"

            " Hn."

            " I'm going straight to the bar."

            " That's all you ever do Nappa."

            " What else is there to do? Fuck, drink and spar. That's the life for me." He bald warrior grinned as he closed his eyes, leaned in his chair with his feet propped upon the table. Both black haired warriors stared slightly at him, the child stood in between Kakkarot's and Vegeta's chair.   

            " There's more to life than that dumbass. Hey, why don't ya sit down kid?" Kakkarot exclaimed pointing to the seat next to him.  

            " I am fine master Kakkarot."

            " Agh, just call me Kakkarot, or Goku! I'm no master, nor do I wish to be one. I'm your friend." Kakkarot gave a hearty smile to the young Takashi.

            " Alright sir. Um, Kakkarot."

            " Sit boy, you're annoying me by just standing there."

            " Yes Sire."

            Vegeta gave a small grunt in reply, his arms folded across his chest as his right foot was bent resting on the table.

            " Isn't Frieza going to be mad at us?"

            " No, he's going to award us for disobeying." Vegeta growled annoyingly, rolling his eyes at the bald warriors stupidity. " Of course you idiot ass sorry excuse for a Saiyan."

            Nappa scratched the back of his head, frowning.

            " I wish this ship would hurry up and get back home." Kakkarot groaned throwing both arms behind his head. " This is getting boring."

            " It's not supposed to be fun Kakkarot."

            " I know, but. Ah forget it. I reported to one of the guards that we would be returning tomorrow. They are preparing for our arrival."

            " Did you get any news about the woman?"

            Kakkarot fell silent for a minute. He rubbed a hand behind his head, he laughed nervously staring at Vegeta.  " I guess… I kinda forgot to ask."

            " IDIOT!!!!" Vegeta screamed throwing the nearest object, which was a glass cup, smacking the black haired warrior in the head. The cup smashed against the spikes, then rolled down to the floor. Kakkarot gripped the side of his head, rubbing it.

            " Ow! Vegeta! It was an accident!"

            " And so was that."

            " No it wasn't!"

            Nappa chuckled at the small display between the Prince and the other warrior. " And here I thought I was stupid."

            " Believe me, Kakkarot's a lot smarter than your sorry ass."

            " Ha! I knew I was smarter than Nappa!"

            " Whatever Kakkarot." Nappa yawned raising his hand to his mouth. " Once we wake up, it will only be a couple hours till Vegeta-sei.

            Vegeta rose from his chair, walking towards the door.

            " Where are ya going Vegeta?"

            " Training."

            " Ok, see ya later then!"

            Nappa rose as well, heading towards the door.

            " I'm going to bed. No point in staying up."

            After both men left, Kakkarot and Takashi were the only ones left. " So Taka! What's in your mind?"

            " Nothing good…"

            " Hm?"

            " I shouldn't say…"

            " Oh, come now! What's up?"

            " My master…old master. He worked for this Frieza character… And his scientists were helping him work on a machine…"

            " Yeah? What kind of machine?"

            " One to wipe out all the Saiyans…"

            " What? How? How does this work?"

            " I don't know exactly how it does. I had just over-heard him one night after… taking his pleasure out on me." He blushed in shame slightly, eyes stared downcast. " He was talking to another man. With green hair, long green hair. Frieza has it, and has some men working on it."

            " I need to tell-"

            " No, please don't involve me in this Master Kakkarot! I'll be killed for my treason!"

            " Who could kill you? We already killed your old master and all his crew members."

            The small boy with Red crimson hair pulled his turtle neck collar down for Kakkarot to see. A small device was wrapped around his neck; small numbers were imprinted around the sides.

            " This, is what my master uses to control me… Not the one on that ship. My first one… He can hear everything I say with this… But right now, his is turned off and the only way I know of that is because I saw the red button shut off from the reflection of the cup. If he heard anything about Frieza he would report it back to him. Which would cause your planet to be held in a war, Frieza would come for you! Just stay quiet! Please."

            " I am going to have to tell Vegeta…Anyway to get it off?" The small button beeped back to the red crimson. Kakkarot pointed to his neck, Takashi shook his head sadly.

            " You should get some rest. If you need anything I will be in my room."

            " Hai."

            The spiky haired warrior made his way towards the door; he spared one last glance back towards the small young child, and then made his way towards Vegeta's room.

            ' Poor kid…' He thought. ' What am I going to do? Should I tell Vegeta? Well… I guess I have too. But what are we going to do about Frieza? I knew that asshole couldn't be trusted. We are just going to have to fight fire with fire!'

Xx Vegeta's P.O.V xX

            My head was resting on a pillow; arms were folded over my chest as I thought to myself. My eyes were closed, feet propped on pillows. When I heard the door open. In stepped Kakkarot with a serious facial expression. My eyes were opened now, but I didn't move anything else.

            " What brings you hear Kakkarot?" I ask him as he steps towards my bed.

            " Bad news."

            " What about?" I ask, sitting in an upright position.

            " Frieza is plotting against us."

            " Oh? And how do you know of this Kakkarot." Maybe… even Kakkarot could be the criminal. How does he know Frieza is doing this? Did Kakkarot betray me? Is he working for Frieza? My eyes narrow in suspicion.

            " Vegeta, you're getting paranoid. I am not working for Frieza so you can get that little scowl and nasty look off of your face."

            The audacity…

            But I suppose he's right. I think I am loosing my mind. Of course Kakkarot wouldn't betray me. He's to stupid for one thing.

            " Takashi."

            " So he's-"

            " No, he over heard his old master one night. Frieza has scientists that are working on some kind of machine that will destroy all of us.  He doesn't know what it does or how it works. I was thinking that we should get some of our scientists to do the same. Some kind of weapon."

            " We already have one Kakkarot. But we don't know if it will be powerful enough to kill Frieza. Still working on it. This is confidential information Kakkarot, don't discuss this with anyone."

            " Right."

            " Is that all?"

            " Yes, that's all. I will talk to you tomorrow then. Oyasumi Ouji-sama."

Back on Vegeta-sei…

            The pounding stopped, and a voice yelled through the doors.

            " Mistress Bulma, I have information of Prince Vegeta."

            Bulma shot from her seat on the bed, handing Gohan to chichi and running towards the door. Chichi was hot on her trail. The doors flew open to reveal a set of guards.

            " What! What's going on with Vegeta?"

            " Him and his crew will be returning tomorrow morning. That is all."

            " Is he alright?!"

            " Hai."

            " Thank God."

            " Is my Goku alright?!"

            " Goku?"

            " She means Kakkarot."

            " Kakkarot is fine as well."

            " Good. That's all."

            The guard bowed, and left back to his post. The women shut the door, walking back inside the room.

            " Bulma your up! Finally. I was so worried!" the raven-haired woman cried slightly as she hugged Bulma. " You get in so much trouble! I'm going to have to strap you down to the bed and never let you leave!"

            " Sorry Chichi."

            " The baby's ok. And they put you in those tanks, so you're ok now."

            " Yeah, the babies growing so fast…"

            " I know! Look at you! It looks like your already ¾ of the way through the pregnancy! Its only been about a month!"

            " I know! Its kinda scary… it's going by so fast…"

            Chichi gave a small nod. " So what happened?"

            " I uh, just slipped passing by the stairs."

            " You need to be more careful you clutz."

            " Clutz!?"

            " That's you."

            Baby Gohan screamed all of a sudden, cried and screamed, kicked and punched his chubby arms and legs ballisticly.

            " Whoa! Whoa Gohan!" Chichi tried to coo and calm the infant. But his attempts didn't lessen.

            " What got into him!?"

            " I don't know!"

            In one swift moment, the power shut off. A brutal scream echoed down the hallways. Both women starred at each other with wide eyes. They ran to the closet door, flinging it open, hiding inside of it. They stacked various items in front of the door, the cuddling next to each other in a small corner.

            Chichi began rocking Gohan, trying to calm him.

            " Hurry, before someone hears him Chichi!"

            " Its hard to get him to calm down! I've never seen him like this before!" the woman answered back in a harsh whisper. " Gohan, shh, shh,"

            " Mention Kakkarot?! Maybe he will calm down!"

            " Um. Gohan, daddy's coming home soon. Daddy's going to come back and hold you. And he's going to sleep in the same bed with you. Daddy's going to read you a story too." The small child began to cease his crying and listened to the woman rambling about his father. He sniffed and clutched to his mothers shirt sobbing quietly into the fabric.

            " Well now we know how to get him to stop crying." Bulma tried to joke.

            Both eyes widened as they heard the door creak open. Heard footsteps, heavy footsteps enter the room. They walked around. Stopping at times. They came closer and closer to the door they were at. Both girls closed their eyes in fear, holding onto each other for all they could.

            ' Please don't stop. Please don't stop.' They both repeated in their heads. But to there prayers. The figure did stop… Right in front of the closet door.

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            Oo XD lol. Cliffy? O-o. I know this chapter sucked ass. I am so stuck. ! I need ideas. Or something. Ack. Ok well Review and what not o.o. review ideas for what's to come next x.x!