Hey guys…well, here is chapter 14! Heheheh, Yamcha is going to help me write it! Right? ::nudges Yamcha's ribs::

Y- uhhhh yeah ::turns focus back to video game::

PB- ::rolls eyes::

Hey! Before I get to chapter 14, I would like to give out three special thanks to three great reviewers!

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Ok- on to the story: Chapter 14

Goku, pacing violently around the capsule house, was nervous beyond all belief. If he sees the moon, it could all be over, Goku thought helplessly as sweat began to drip off of his wrinkled brow.

            He had nearly forgotten that Chi Chi was in the room until she placed her hand on his back in a comforting attempt to calm Goku. Although he had not told her what was wrong, through their bond she instinctively knew the problem, and she was very ready to solve it.

            "Goku," Chi Chi said a little reluctantly, knowing Goku would not like her problem-solving method, "we should tell Bulma. She's smart- she can distract him until he falls asleep." She suggested, trying her hardest to ignore the hateful glare Goku was shooting her way.  He said nothing, he just looked at her with those intimidating eyes, hoping she would forget her idea and leave him to figure things out.

            Chi Chi, on the other hand, was not the least bit intimidated, and she was nowhere near ready to back down. She had felt strongly about telling Bulma about Goku and Vegeta since she began the hunt for the dragonballs with Goku, and now might actually be her chance to get her way. There was no way she was giving that up.

            "Oh grow up," she hissed towards Goku, sending the vibe that she wasn't going to be pushed around and that she would, indeed, end up getting what she wanted.

            Knowing well when to back down, Goku gulped at Chi Chi's intense determination, and he threw up his hands in defeat. He knew when to give a woman what she wanted, and with the evil glances Chi Chi was throwing at him, he knew that letting her win this battle would be beneficial. Besides, he didn't have any better ideas to keep Vegeta from transforming. He had nothing to lose.

            "Fine…" he breathed crossly. "I will call her." With that, he picked up the phone.

***Earlier in the Day***

            Bulma ran frantically into her lab, locking the door behind her. She knew Vegeta had set off from the cave very shortly after she had, and she didn't want it to appear that she had been following him, let alone running as fast as she could back home. She was safe if she locked herself away in the lab, seemingly like she had been holed up there all day working away. She mentally patted herself on the back.

            Just as Bulma predicted, within five minutes she heard Vegeta swing open the front door and subsequently slam it shut. She could tell he wasn't happy by the way the walls shook seconds after he had climbed the stairs. She shrugged, figuring that he probably didn't know that she had followed him, and since he was upstairs, it was safe to tiptoe into the kitchen and grab some water.

             Bulma creaked her lab door open, and stuck her sweating face out between the crack just to make sure the coast was clear. Seeing as it was, she lightly padded her way to the refrigerator, standing before the open door and reveling in its coolness. All the running she just did had gotten her pretty hot.

            As Bulma squatted in front of the fridge digging for bottled water (god forbid she have the::gasp!:: faucet kind), she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, as well as a hand grip her mouth, preventing the startled cry to emit from her lips.

            "Don't make a noise," a growling voice whispered as the hand squeezed Bulma's mouth tighter. She could only whimper a small frightened yes. She hadn't even heard Vegeta enter the room, much less walk up right behind her. And she was horrified. After all, the guy did walk into some kind of spaceship earlier that day- what could that mean? And why was he grabbing her so tightly right now? Bulma's mind reeled as Vegeta dragged her off towards the gravity room.

            Since she agreed not to talk, Vegeta slipped his hand away from Bulma's mouth so she could breathe. Vegeta used his free hand to slide open the door to the GR, pull Bulma through and lock the door behind them. He then rudely tossed Bulma onto the floor, ignoring her belligerent yelp as she hit the tile.

            "What the hell is your problem?" she howled, rubbing her aching backside. He turned away from her as her fiery glower bore holes into the back of his head.

            "Why did you follow me?" he grumbled. Bulma could tell that he had his arms crossed, and he was probably scowling, she presumed. But now she was in a fix; he had caught her, and by the way he drug her out of the house, she figured she had no way out of it.

            "Follow you?" she asked dumbly, figuring she could act like she didn't know what the hell he was talking about. Too bad her little plan backfired, and before she knew it she was pinned up against the wall with Vegeta's arm pressing harshly down on her neck.

            "Don't play dumb you bitch!" he hissed, pressing down harder on her throat, nearly choking her. She began to sputter as her face grew red and her eyes widened greatly. "I know you followed me. I could smell you on my walk home! I will not let you get away with making me look like a fool in front of my father!" With every word, Vegeta seemed to move closer to Bulma's face, his breath getting hotter on her flushed skin. She thought he was going to kill her.

            With all the might she could muster, she opened her mouth as if to speak, and Vegeta loosened his grip on her throat, only allowing her leeway to fully spit in his face.

            "Bastard!" she gasped, gripping her throat and struggling for air. If she thought Vegeta was going to kill her before, she was sure he would do it now. After wiping his face on his shirt, he grabbed her arms roughly and threw her across the room where she hit the wall with a sickening crack and bounced off. She lay limp on the ground, as her head seemed to swim with pain.

            Vegeta wasn't done yet thought. Quickly walking to Bulma he grabbed her silky locks, which were matted with salty sweat. Violently he ripped her from her position on the floor so she was eye level with him.

            "Are you ready to talk now?" he growled menacingly at her, enjoying the smell of her palpable fear filling his nostrils. He loved seeing her body writhe in pain in his grasp.  Now this was something he missed since he had come to Earth.

            Bulma, not feeling so bold now, shook her head 'yes' limply and sighed relief as Vegeta smirked and dropped her to the ground. He once again turned his back to the pained girl lying on the ground, and regained his "tough guy" stance with his arms tightly crossed over his broad chest.

            Bulma lay frozen on the ground. What was she going to say. She knew Vegeta was waiting, and that he was fully capable of roughing her up- so she'd better think of something good and quick.

            "I…." She began, only to be interrupted by the buzzing of the intercom to the GR. Soon Mr. Brief's voice floated throughout the room.

            "Vegeta…is Bulma in there with you?" Mr. Briefs inquired. Vegeta grunted a response while he motioned for Bulma not to make a noise, or else. "MMMmmmmK! Tell her that she has an important phone call." Mr. Briefs said, clicking off the line. Vegeta turned to Bulma and nodded at her, giving her permission to take the call.

            "As soon as you're done you'd better get your ass back out here and explain yourself or I will not hesitate to come and drag you out," he warned as she limped out of the GR and towards the back door.

**

            Bulma breathed a sigh of relief seeing that neither of her parents was in the Kitchen when she entered the house. Explaining why most of her body was covered in bruises might be a little difficult, seeing as how she was a sucky liar.

            She cleared her aching throat the best she could and picked up the phone.

            "Hello?" she asked shakily.

            "Uhh, Bulma?" Goku asked back, picking up that something was wrong with her tone of voice.

            "Goku!" she replied in a raspy, sore voice. "What is going on with you and Chi Chi? Where are you two now?"

            Goku gulped, and began. "I'd love to tell you, but I don't have time for that right now. All I can tell you right now is that something very bad will happen if Vegeta looks at the full moon tonight. Do not let him do it! Distract him in any way you can, or we all might be in grave danger…" Goku trailed off. Bulma tried to organize her thoughts.

            "What? Is he bipolar or something? Will he go berserk?" Bulma whispered as she looked out at Vegeta, who was staring at her through the gravity room window. Is this why he's acting so violent??

            "Listen, I will explain everything later. There is no time now. Do you understand what I have asked you to do?" Goku asked, hoping this plan would work.

            "Yeah," Bulma said weakly, trying to sit down all while wincing in pain from where Vegeta had dropped her. "I won't let him look," she promised, trying to cover the agony in her voice. Damn this hurts.

            "One last thing," Goku asked. "Are you ok? You sound like you are…in pain or something…"

            "Oh! I accidentally fell today and my ankle hurts!" Bulma lied. She could practically feel Vegeta's stare on her, and she was growing anxious. "Well, I'd better go distract him!" she forced a laugh as she sat the phone down on the hook. With a deep breath she began her trek back to the GR.

**

            Bulma stepped into the GR, sliding the door closed behind her. She now had a plan. She knew just what to say to Vegeta to explain her following him, and she also knew how to distract him from looking at the moon, all at once. Man, she was crafty.
            "What took so damn long?" Vegeta growled, obviously angry that he had to wait and brew in his anger.

            "Listen, at least you didn't have to come in and drag me out," she shot back, throwing him a "shut up with the whining" look.

            "You'd better start explaining yourself, or do you need a little more persuasion?" Vegeta smirked as his fists balled up and he narrowed his eyes at the blue haired beauty in front of him, causing her to take a step back.        

            Now or never, she thought, as she delved head first into her ingenious plan. She, as sexily as possible, waltzed, or rather hobbled in pain, over to Vegeta and placed her somewhat trembling hand on his shoulder.

            "I did follow you today," she whispered seductively into his ear, causing his back to stiffen and his arms to fall to his sides. "You see, I saw you walk into the forest, and well, I figured it be the perfect time to seduce you," she huskily breathed to him. "You are very attractive, and all I want is to rip your clothes of and see all of you…"

            Before she could even finish Vegeta grabbed her back and pushed himself to her, enjoying how her elfin body seemed to melt against his. He captured her lips in a rough kiss, his tongue soon finding its way into her mouth where it swirled around hers in smooth circles. Bulma couldn't help but moan at the sensation Vegeta was causing to shoot through her body, but she suddenly remembered her plan, and as quick as possible, she brought her hand up and slapped a small chip to his neck. Vegeta jerked away from Bulma rapidly as the chip sent shock waves through his body. He fell to the ground as Bulma smiled evilly over him.

            "Serves you right you bastard," she laughed as she noticed that he had finally become unconscious. Looking down in her hand she held a tiny remote that triggered the painful shock waves Vegeta had felt. They could be so painful that even he couldn't help but pass out.

            With all the strength she had left, Bulma grabbed Vegeta's feet and dragged him out of the GR, making sure his eyes were closed as she pulled him through the grass and locked him in a small closet in the corner of her lab. That takes care of that! Bulma dusted her hands on her shorts and headed to her room to enjoy a nice long bath.

*Earlier with the King*

            King Vegeta slammed down the phone, snarling all the while. "I can't believe that little brat! Letting his guard down so willingly! I do wonder now why I didn't send him on a suicide mission in the first place!" he hmphed as he plopped himself down on his throne.

            Not two seconds later, a petite young woman with silky ebony hair entered the throne room and stood before the angry king. But as she entered and he saw her, his face softened.

            "Whom were you yelling about?" the lovely young woman asked, her emerald eyes shining brilliantly with wonder.

            "Nothing sweetheart, did I disturb you?" the King replied, smiling so innocently it would make anyone suspicious.

            "No sir," she said in a smooth voice. "I'm going to bed now though," she stated before lightly yawning. She padded towards the King, her lavender gown flowing gently behind her. Once at the King's side, she bent over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Goodnight dad," she whispered as she retreated from the room. The king watched his daughter lovingly as she made her way out of the throne room. As soon as she was gone, however, his ordinary scowl replaced his smile and he went right back to griping about Vegeta.

            Once the princess was out of her father's sight, the wheels in her head began to turn. He's up to something…she thought, referring to the King. He's never that nice to me unless he's trying to cover something up. I will get to the bottom of this, she vowed as she entered her room and closed the door behind her.

::GASP!!!:: Finally that chapter is over and done with!

Yamcha: Vegeta has a sister!?

PB- looks that way now doesn't it? ::pinches Yamcha's cheek::

Y- Don't do that ever again. ::sends a death glare at PB::

PB: hey, I will kill you off in my fic if you don't behave. ::smiles and waves Victory sign as Yamcha shuts up!::

Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, cause I really enjoyed writing it! Well, now im off to write something less fun….a THESIS paper! UGH! See ya !