A/n This is the last chapter of the original story, chapters seven on is going to be my work.

6th Chapter: Revelations

Yet again night had fallen and left the unpretentious scientist in awe. She understood how it worked, how the sun was placed in order to leave half of earth in total darkness and the other often to the mercy of the stars. Tonight even the stars had given up and nothing beyond the soul shattering darkness was to be seen.

She sighed. She had a lot to digest that particular night and nothing less than the Saiyan prince was causing the frown she had plastered on her doll- like features. Why he had offered his help was beyond her. To say the least: she was taken by surprise and if people preferred to get her reaction into other words, she knew she could never find justifiable emotions to describe what she experienced at the moment. No, no human made word would be sufficient to describe her inner-universe.

Strands of blue were disturbing her view of the room as she futilely tried to push them away from her face. In her hands she cradled her head in order to make the sleep-eluding thoughts disappear, but in vain. Seemingly nothing would help her at that moment and she sighed to no-one in particular, annoyed with mostly herself. No, correct that thought: annoyed mostly with Vegeta for confusing her and secondly herself for letting herself get confused by the arrogant bastard.

Bulma sighed once again before letting go of the blanket, which was covering her shivering body. Standing on her wobbly legs she decided to head for the kitchen. Maybe some juice would help, she concluded. She walked down the hallway; she could barely see her own hands. She then found the cool, comforting surface of the wall with little effort and used it as support and guidance to her destination.

In the dark she could make out some voices, she didn't bother to listen in to find out who it was; hence she knew that one would have to be extremely stupid to intrude on C.C. grounds. It was probably her father and some other scientist, she concluded. She knew for a fact that her father hadn't been getting much sleep lately, or rather: since her disease was discovered. It pained her though; she didn't know how to stop her parents from worrying. How could one do that? She couldn't tell them that she accepted what was put on her; that would be a lie. She couldn't tell that she had experience worth a lifetime and that she was okay with passing away. That wouldn't fit her: she was adventurous, she was wild and most of all, she was fond of life. She loved being able to see people loving, living and fighting. It came so naturally to her.

She finally made it to her destination and realised that she was able to make out the voices. She listened intently, while pouring some orange juice up in a glass. Bulma couldn't have been mistaken; she knew who was speaking. One of them was her father, in his scientific voice, the voice that silently represented authority and the experience worth ages. The other, on the other hand, was gruff, stoic and cold. Every pronounced syllable was reeking of arrogance and superiority. It was no other than the Prince with the inflated ego.

Silently as she mused to herself, she started to listen in on the conversation and caught bits of it. In the beginning the dialogue made no sense; she couldn't understand what they were talking about.

"Don't get me wrong son..." Dr. Briefs tried to interrupt his former houseguest. This was not the way. There were too many risks involved and too much at stake. He couldn't let him do that to himself even though he knew that Vegeta did this solely for his daughter, to save her. He understood that the connection between them wasn't only the physical one.

Vegeta was losing patience with every passing second; the old man didn't understand the superiority of the Saiyan-race. "This is the best way to go around it...Saiyan genetics are different... more evolved..." he proceeded. In the back of his mind he had long ago realised that Bulma was eavesdropping. She had just finished pouring some liquid up in a glass, he could hear. Her father didn't suspect a thing though. "Foolish humans," he muttered under his breath and then tried to continue with his explanation. This was going to take a while.

Bulma listened intently; she wasn't going to miss this on anything in the world. He was talking about the cure! Was that really what he was going to do in order to save her? It couldn't be! Her mouth was agape. Suddenly everything was clear to her. It made sense, but at the same time no sense at all.

Vegeta could sense from the flicker in her ki that she just had found out what he was talking about. He casually started counting backwards with an amused expression on his face: 5..., 4..., 3..., 2..., 1...

CRASH

He smirked to himself, but the look on his face was lost on Dr. Briefs. She was so deliciously predictable, he silently admitted to himself. Nothing less than that would do it. He wasn't surprised to see the father rush to the kitchen to find out exactly what had caused the disturbance. Vegeta kept the cool and calm surface, while sauntering lazily behind the doctor to see which state the woman was in. To say the least, he was intrigued.

Bulma was in a state of trauma. Once the initial shock of her discovery subsided, she could feel the burning pain in her legs. Small pieces of glass were now deeply imbedded in the pliant skin of her exposed legs and feet. With the impact of the floor, the juice had spluttered in her wounds and now they burned with fervent passion. Though she now was aware of the searing pain she still couldn't move. Her eyes slowly began to water and that was the sight of her Dr. Briefs and Vegeta were greeted with.

Vegeta took in her appearance and decided that she had never looked more stunning or beautiful. He had a twisted sense for beauty, he knew that. Bulma had told him that so many times before that he had stopped questioning it.

There she stood: her hand still in the air in a motion that still held the now shattered glass. Her legs slightly apart, her eyes glassy. Small beads of blood were starting to appear on her smooth creamy legs; this caught his interest. The night-gown was loosely wrapped around her slender body ending mid-thigh; the pain was adorning her face, her brows tenaciously knitted.

Vegeta sneered "Briefs, out," without even turning to look at the doctor's reaction, his cold and demanding demeanour taking over once again.

Time passed, or rather seconds passed where none of them uttered a word. Their steady breaths along with the low hum of the refrigerator mixed and set a comforting, yet crude silence. They gazed at each other, both lost in their own thoughts. Vegeta caught Bulma's gaze, stared intently into her eyes as if searching for something in her soul that could give her away. But nothing happened. When he tried to approach her Bulma snapped out of her reverie and the silence was broken with an outraged voice, which seemed so ear-splitting to Vegeta that he had to recoil at the force.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!?"