An: I will have to bid a temporary farewell to because I have exams…my finals! Only for the next week or so. Then I'll try update. But thanks so much for all the of the reviews yesterday. You guys have reminded me why I write and update again.

So, to answer many of your questions, the two Saiyans we love and adore are back together again!

Shout outs: (because I'm so nice)

Veggie's Boo: Welcome back! I missed you lots, you've always been a great reviewer. Thanks for returning to this little author.

Viper Vegeta: Thanks for the compliment, but I don't know how much longer I'll keep Vegeta in character. But I'm glad you're enjoying it and the next chappie is going to have tons of action.

Ozuma's girl: For you, I'd update for eternity! You'll get your action! Hang on! And if you think this story is nearly over…dream on! I'm going to unroll this a lot more. And you still owe me pics, my dear Ozuma!

Gutterball: I have got some stuff from ya, off to read it after this update. But did you tie a weight to Chichi before you pushed her over? I'ms ure you did. After all, you are an uber genius, much like myself…

Saiayn-hinote-demoness: Its no prob that you are a new comer, better late than never, right? Thanks for joining in, meet the ret of the reviewers, they are really very wonderful people…

Clarobell: I may not be the best…but thanks for the compliment, you make me blush! Nah, I'd say Camaro and Gutterball rank amongst the best. I love doing parties and reunions…much fun, yes?

Lenora: Piccolo is a VERY sexy green man…and doesn't a devil dressed Piccolo hold a certain appeal? Lets all bash Chichi until she's a bleeding hunk of harpy!

Onwards, fair readers!

Chapter eleven: Together again

Despite feeling like death warmed up the next day, I made the effort to drag myself out of bed, if only to get some breakfast. I slouched into the lounge, and was about to collapse onto a couch and grab a quick nap when I noticed that it was already occupied.

"You guys couldn't even make it to the damn bedroom," I mutter, as I walk past the sleeping Piccolo and Gohan. Trust me to get a horny Namek for a room mate. I'm still in my pants from last night, but they are slightly puke spattered. I change into my jeans, and pull on my sneakers. Never mind a shirt. I brush my teeth, then go out the cabin, stepping over bits of leather and a discarded pair of angel wings in the process.

"Morning, Vegeta."

I mumble, as I pour a big mug of coffee. Bulma tugs it away from me.

"That's bad for you. It'll just dehydrate you even more. Have a glass of water instead, and some fruit. And some dry toast will help stabilise your stomach. What time did you get to bed anyway?"

My head is resting on the table, and I mumble an answer.

"Four."

"But it's already eleven. Surely you got some sleep?"

"Went to bed at four. Slept at nine."

"Oh. No matter. We're docking at twelve, then we're flying home. If you want, I can drop you off at home, after I've dropped everyone else off."

"Sure. That would be nice." I ease a bit of toast into my mouth, my head still on the table. Bulma rubs my back, which is making me drowsy.

"Don't worry, Vegeta." She leans over, and whispers in my ear, so that no one else at the breakfast table can hear.

"Soon, you'll be back with Goku, and you'll be much better."

I blush, but I'm too tired to hide it. She laughs, as she gives me another slice of toast.

"Poor Vegeta."

"Yes, poor me. Where's the aspirin?"

I keep looking at the clock, and trying to pick up his energy signal. It seems kind of woolly at the moment. I don't think he's feeling too well. Maybe he had a little too much to drink. I cancelled training with Uub today, so that I can be here when Vegeta gets back. It's been horrible without him, I don't know what I'd do if he died. I hate to think about it, but he's eight years older than me, and he'll die before I do. I chase this depressing thought from my mind and decide to wait outside. I sit in the hammock that I put up last month. Its Vegeta's favourite spot at the moment; shady, comfy and relaxing. By about three, I finally sense him coming this way. With him, I can sense Bulma. At least its only her. They land on the lawn, and Vegeta gets out, looking rather ashen.

"Hey, Geta!" I resist the urge to sprint up to him and walk instead. He looks really glad to see me.

"Hey, Kaks," he opens his arms and I hug him tightly, looking over his shoulder to see Bulma, who was a weird smile on her face. I ignore it, and tighten my grip on Vegeta, who is hugging me back just as fiercely.

"I missed you so much," I whisper into his ear. He rests his head on my shoulder.

"I missed you too."

I let go of him, and he stumbles a little. He takes his bag out of the plane, and goes into the house. Bulma winks.

"Vegeta's a little dehydrated. Drank a bit much last night, and threw up a lot. He just needs some rest and care, which I know you can give him. "

"I will."

There's an awkward silence. I haven't seen her in almost four years, and there's so much I need to say. I feel she's the only one I could tell about my feelings for Vegeta, but I'm too shy to say anything.

"So, how are you, Goku?"

"I'm fine. And you?"

"Good. Trunks' party was awesome. Vegeta looked devilishly handsome in his vampire suit. I'll send you all the photos soon. I'm guessing that Vegeta's passed out on the couch, so I'll leave you to look after him. Bye, Goku."

"Bye, Bulma. It was nice seeing you again."

I watch her hop up into the pilots seat of her jet, and I wave at her. She waves back, then blasts off. I watch her leave, and then I go into the house.

I follow Vegeta's energy up to his room. At least he made it that far. I almost trip over his form in the doorway. He didn't quite make it to his bed. I pick him up from the floor, to carry him to his bed. He snuggles closer to me as I hold him, turning his body so that he can curl up to me. I put him down on the bed, but he moans when I put him down.

"Don't go."

He opens his eyes halfway, and looks at me imploringly. I smile, and sit next to him on the bed, and put my hand on his shoulder. He smiles, as his eyes close again. My hand travels up his shoulder, along his neck and into his hair. I stroke his hair, and he shifts closer to me. Then I realise that its getting cold, and he's only in a T-shirt and jeans. I get up, and pull a blanket over him, after I pull off his shoes. I'm reluctant to leave him. He's not quite asleep yet, and his hand moves along the bed, looking for me. His bed is a king size one, and there's enough space for me too. I go around to the other side of the bed, and I lie down behind him, and he turns to face me. His eyes are still closed, but his hand reaches out, and I take it.

"I'm so glad you're back, Geta. It's hell without you."

He just smiles, and his grip tightens.