An: I will not apologize for the lack of updates. To be frank, the internet at school wasn't working, and besides, there has been a depressing lack of reviews. However, since I have writers pride, I will update despite my better judgment.

Onwards!

Chapter Five: Bulma's goodbye email

From space, Bulma composed an email, and sent it to her parents. Vegeta and her had been in space for two hours, and she sent it before she was out of range. Back on earth, a letter arrived in her father's inbox. When her father got it and read it, he nearly had a heart attack. He called up Goku and the entire gang, and read the letter out to them.

Dear father

Remember you told me once that you just want me to happy, and that as long as I'm happy, you're happy?

Right now, I'm in space, using the F678X ship to travel the universe with Vegeta. And I'm happy.

Before you get upset, just calm down. I know you don't particularly like Vegeta, especially after the whole Piccolo incident. But I know that I love him. Yes, you always wanted me to settle down with Yamcha, but that isn't what I want right now. In fact, that's never been what I really wanted.

You all think that Vegeta is nothing more than a psychopathic killer with no heart at all. But none of you tried to get to know him. I'm with him because I fell in love thanks to your efforts to break him. I tried to ease the pain he was in, and I happened to learn that love is the most unconventional thing there is. I don't care any more what you all think. My hours with Vegeta are my happiest ones. I also realized that what you all did to him so cruel because all he did was act, as you would have, the way you would have if someone had murdered the one you loved.

I don't know if I'll ever come back, or if I even want to. Before you all suddenly think that Vegeta is controlling me, he's not. Maybe it's sudden to all of you. But haven't you ever noticed that a fire can start in seconds? Vegeta is my fire. I can't forgive you for what you did to him. As I'm writing this, he's forcing himself to walk, to try and strengthen his muscles again, since they atrophied due to lack of use. He's in pain, but he's still trying. You never quite managed to break his spirit, and I'm grateful for that.

I don't know whether I'm coming back, or whether I want to come back to Earth. If I do, you'll all just chain Vegeta up again. And if you want to hurt him, you'll have to get through me.

So, yes, if you want to see it as my sin and mistake, so be it. I see it as a release, and a new freedom. I'm sick of being everyone's slave. Vegeta appreciates me in a way you never could. And when I say 'you', I mean all those related to me and those who know me. I can just see the headlines. "Bulma Briefs, heiress of Capsule Corp, elopes with alien murderer!" and the scandal amongst the Earth's Special Forces. Bulma, the black sheep. It's fitting, and I quite like it.

We had some good times, when I was on Earth. But it all got shot when you all showed your true colours. Spouting forgiveness and mercy while robbing Vegeta of his hard-earned honour. You ignored my pleas. You insisted that he be confined to a wall without any chance for exercise. I know Goku would never do such a thing to a dog, so why does he do it to his fellow Saiyan?

Vegeta's going to heal, and then he's going back into his training. Before long, he'll be super Saiyan. I'll persuade him to spare your lives, if he decides to come back to Earth. But maybe we'll just go settle on a planet of our own, somewhere.

So, here's wishing you guys the best. I'm happy now, and so is Vegeta. Best of luck with the androids.

As always, take care of yourselves.

Love,

Bulma

Ps: I've got the dragonball radar with me. Vegeta and I have a theory that there could be other dragons in the universe. We want to wish for eternal youth. Wish us luck!

Mr. Briefs folded up the letter, and looked around. Yamcha was just staring with his mouth open, while Goku scratched his head and Mrs. Briefs tittered.

"Oh, my! She's with that hunk Vegeta after all!"

Yamcha glared at her.

"She chose that…that Saiyan trash over me! It isn't funny!"

Yamcha looked at Goku.

"No offence intended about the Saiyan thing."

Goku sat down on a couch, not taking notice of Yamcha's indignation.

"Well, we did cause it to happen. Maybe we were a little harsh on Vegeta. But what were we supposed to do? He wanted to kill us!"

Krillin took a sip of his water.

"There's nothing we can do now, but let her be. It's ironic that we brought them together, and maybe its for the best. What we did to Vegeta was cruel, I won't deny that. But we didn't have much of an alternative. It was a case of him or us."

Mr. Briefs took a drag of his cigarette.

"Typical Bulma. Always off on some adventure, but who can blame her? I'm shocked, but there's no point in being angry. It won't bring her back."

Little Gohan just looked at the adults.

"I don't see what the problem is. She's just doing what makes her happy, and you should all just be glad for her."

Goku smiled. The kid got it right.