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Chapter 3

Bulma sat down at the main control panel of the spaceship as she began observing the nature of the ship, and started to figure out what she was to do.

"Do you even know what you're doing?" Vegeta barked rather annoyed. "If you don't, then I suggest you get up and leave the thinking to the great minds, like my own."

Bulma faced him with fury in her cerulean eyes. "Excuse me, but I know what I am doing! If I get stuck, then we're stuck here, because you defiantly wouldn't get farther than me!"

"My mind is far greater than your's woman."

"Oh get off of yourself! You are nothing, and you know that. That is why you kidnaped me! Am I not correct?" She gave a proud smirk to show that she was not afraid, but that quickly faded away as Vegeta grabbed her roughly and angrily.

"You think of me as nothing woman? I could crush you!" She had lit a fire in his soul. He knew that he was weak, but for her to say that he was, was preposterous. She was a weak fragile thing. He could crush her.

Bulma was frightened beyond belief. She had never expected that he would become so angry and be so forceful. She was surprised that he did not strike her. "Please....please let go of me." She sounded so weak and scared. She was helpless.

He saw how her cerulean eyes had been scared, and somewhat wounded. Her eyes were different from when he first saw them. They were not as strong. He grunted and let her go. "Don't speak of what you know nothing about, because you are weak."

As he walked away, Bulma fell to her knees and wept gently. She felt like she had made the wrong choice of Vegeta. He had become corrupted, just like everyone else that touched her fair lips and felt what she could give them.

Even though she still was crying, she figured out a way to start the ship, and quickly started it up, and they left. Even though she did not want to be with Vegeta, she knew that she could not escape. He would find her and have her until someone else would claim her.

Yells could be heard from the outside of the ship as the owner of his ship lifting from the ground, and Vegeta could only laugh in his temporary room. 'Poor fool.' He thought. He was indeed a cruel man, tainted by the blood shed of his life. Even though he did not want to admit the truth, his heart was just as black as Frieza, or on it's way there.

Vegeta searched himself to figure out why he had been so rough with Bulma, but he soon blocked it out of him mind. 'She should learn to keep her mouth shut.'

Bulma laid in her bed and thought about what had become of Vegeta. When she had first saw him, she could see all that he was. In his eyes, she could see everything, because he was like a book to her. Everyone was like a book to her. That was her gift, her curse.

In their first meeting, his eyes were cold, but still held a warmth in them. They were still of a child, that could be directed in another path, but due to his circumstances, there was no other path for him to follow. He still had innocence within his being, but it was quickly being tainted, but it wasn't too late. He put on a tough act, but still he wept inside for the death of his people and his father.

She even knew of his father. He was a proud strong man in Vegeta's eyes. He looked up to his father, even though he foolishly challenged his authority sometimes. His father poisoned him with lectures of the important role as future King, and how important his pride is. The lectures stayed within Vegeta's mind, and his father would always be apart of him, as he remembered that he is a proud Prince, and is to be respected.

On their second encounter, she knew that he had grown harder in his heart and it would be harder to reach, but not impossible. He still put on his tough act and it was more now truer than ever, but the little boy was still buried deep within.

There were problems though. Because he wasn't directed where his innocence could be saved, it was tainted, and then destroyed. He was now a cold blooded killer that would spare no one. He still had pride and morals, but they were nothing without compassion, at least to Bulma. He was evil, not so much as others, but enough to send a cold chill down your spine.

Bulma was not scared, however. She knew that he would save her by taking her away from that place. She hoped to run away later, but if she couldn't, he would be better than Freiza, but she now began to think differently, because he had changed ever since they kissed. He was corrupted.

She had not really gotten a chance to see it happen, but she had heard of it when she was still a small girl with her mother. Her mother's power would get around and men would come to see her and have a taste of the power that she could grant them. The became violent and harsh to her. The greed of power would corrupt them and turn them into the most vilest of creatures. They would kill, lie, cheat, and steal to get what they wanted and would fall into utter darkness.

Bulma had not really witnessed it, because Freiza would not allow her to go out of her room. Freiza had forced his lips upon her, but she knew that he was already greedy and power hungry from the start. Vegeta was not as bad as Freiza, but it was obvious that he was falling into the trap of wickedness, and would soon be destroyed by it.

A few hours after their departure, Vegeta went into Bulma's room and only stared at her from the doorway. She was beautiful. She was turned from him, so he could not see her face, but he knew how beautiful she was.

"I know you're there, Vegeta."

He grew a bit startled, but then acted like he was impressed. "So you heard me?"

She turned to him. "No."

"You saw me?"

She smiled. "No."

He had a sweat drop appear on the side of his head. "Well?"

"I felt you."

He was a bit shocked, but did not let it show. "I still don't get a few things about you, woman."

She frowned. "And you never will if you don't call me by my name."

"Well then Bulma, how exactly do you give me what I want?" He sat upon her soft bed.

"Why do you want power so bad?"

"Isn't it obvious? I want to kill Freiza. He killed my people. I want revenge."

"That's not the reason. Part is true, but you would only become another Freiza with your Super Saiyan power."

"But I am not like him."

She shook her head gently. "You are not pure."

"I never said I was."

"And you will never be. I know this now. I just don't want to help you if you hurt like him. If you end up killing so many...." she began to get chocked up. "I know you're heart ached, and you blocked out the pain with the years..."

"Don't go making assumptions on things you do not understand." He did not shout, but said it rather low and menacing.

"I am sorry Vegeta but..."

"Shhh." He placed his finger upon her lips and quieted her. "I want to feel it again."

"But...." Before she could finish, she felt his lips upon hers, and soon his tongue with her mouth. She struggled and struggled, and pushed him away. "It'll only work once!" She stood to her feet, angered by his actions. He was rougher than before and hurt her arm when he began feeling on her body. She felt her arm beginning to bruise

"But why?" He rose in anger, more than earlier. "How must I obtain this power?"

"I don't know how! I truly don't! If I perhaps lived with my mother longer, then I would know, but she was destroyed by the lust of power by men like you!" She felt burning in her face and knew that she was red with anger. She no longer thought of Vegeta as a hope, but more like falling into what she had tried to escape all her life.

"I must know! What is it that I must do?"

"I don't know!"

"Are you lying to me?"

"No! I am not! I tell no lies to you, Vegeta! I don't know. I was never told!"

Vegeta was still angry, but he could tell that she was telling the truth. "Well, we'll find out."

"How exactly?"

He calmed down. "We'll go to your home planet."

Bulma's anger was released, but it was filled with a cold rush of fear. "Freiza's scientist never left! They'll be there! They'll take me back!"

Vegeta placed his arm on her shoulder. "I won't allow anything to come of you. Even though I am not as strong as Freiza yet, but I can take some minions."

Bulma was horrified. "But he'll take me back! I dislike you, but Freiza is horrible! He's just...." She couldn't take anymore, and she broke down into tears and rammed her face into Vegeta's strong muscular chest. "Oh I can't Vegeta! I just can't! I just want to run! Let me die if you must, but don't make me do this! I beg of you!"

Vegeta was shocked with her response and the bonds of wickedness that overcame him slowly began to melt away and he held her in his arms, as he remembered when he first saw her and how scared she was. 'What did he do to her?'

Bulma began to fell the compassion that Vegeta had in his heart for her. She was not expecting it to come forth anymore. She had seen it when she was a child, and could barely believe that it was showing up again. 'Perhaps it's not to late.' She held him tighter and wept out all she had held back for years. 'Perhaps he is my hope.'








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