Last time on The One You Love: Vegeta and ChiChi are locked into a fight. She lands one good punch and sends Vegeta flying. Vegeta loses his temper and pummels her into the ground, with Goku having to intervene before he kills her. Having proven his superiority by beating ChiChi in a fight, Vegeta takes off to search for Bulma with Goku and ChiChi in tow.

I do not own Dragonball Z. Please let me know if you like the story and review. Here is chapter 11

Bulma opened her eyes hazily and sat up on the examination table she was on. She could only see blurs but definitely could hear the sounds of computers and machinery. It all felt so familiar she believed she was back in her lab at Capsule Corp.

"Hmmmm. Vegeta must have brought me home…ouch!"

Bulma rubbed the aching spot on her head and moved from side to side, as if to shake off a bad thought.

"Ooooh. What…happened?"

Stumbling, she grabbed onto a firm surface to regain her balance. However, upon touching it she immediately snapped out of her stupor. She knew there was nothing like what she was touching in her lab. She looked at what she was touching and shrieked when she saw it was the faceless being that had attacked her over the ocean. This scream was nothing compared to the one she let out after looking at herself on the creature's reflective surface…she was naked!

"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!"

Moving quickly, she started mumbling and looking for anything to cover herself up. She frantically looked until she found a white lab coat and put it on. The faceless thing did not make a move, even to observe. Believe it or not, Bulma was quite offended by this fact.

"Hmmph! I guess I don't warrant even a little peek…This thing can't be human!"

As she cautiously approached her captor, she dared to touch it and found it cool to the touch…and metallic. She quickly reached a conclusion: "Androids". Looking around the strange lab only confirmed her suspicions. "Someone is making androids!" She started freaking out and looking every which way for a way out. Just then, she overheard footsteps above her. She tried to remain calm and listen for where the footsteps were leading. She heard the footsteps move just above the entrance to the lab & then they were gone. However, the next sound Bulma heard chilled her blood…

"DING"

"An elevator! Someone's coming this way!" Bulma quickly hid behind a large console from where she could still watch the door to the lab. In her fear she squeezed the console and scrunched up part of the top.

"Wait…how…?" Then she remembered that she had Vegeta's power level. This gave her the courage to make a serious mistake.

As she saw the old man in a lab coat, holding a clipboard and a coffee mug, walking closer, Bulma sprang forward and said:

"Hold it right there old…"

She did not get to finish her sentence, as almost instantly a yellow beam held Bulma in place, while the man kept walking, looking at a clipboard. He finally reached a desk, set the clipboard down, grabbed the back the office chair and wheeled it towards Bulma.

"Welcome, Mrs. Briefs. Please, excuse the state my lab is in. I've been very busy and I never get visits anyway. However, yours is a very special case." He then took a sip of his coffee.

"Who are you? What do you want? And why are you making androids?" Bulma was very smart. She knew she might not get to ask any questions later so she asked them now.

"Who I am is of no concern to you. As for what I want, is the destruction of your husband, Prince Vegeta, and his fellow Saiyan, the one you call Son Goku. The androids are merely a means to get what I want."

"Great! Another Gero wannabe…" Bulma scoffed, after which she felt the beam retract, causing her great pain." However, the pain was nothing compared to the sheer terror inspired by the old man's face at her comment.

"I am nothing like Gero! I am his superior…I always was! It should have been me working for the Red Ribbon army. Not him! He always managed to steal my ideas and take credit for my work!

"So…what? Did you guys go to school together or something?" Bulma asked, hoping to get some information she could use against her captor.

"We did more than that. We were friends, rivals. One always wanted to outdo the other. It was glorious; the competition made me feel alive, it gave me purpose. My one goal in life was to outdo him."

"So…he got all the credit?"

"I was always the more brilliant. He just managed to get noticed more." Lowering his head and placing his index and thumb on the bridge of his nose, the old man seemed to be reminiscing for a second. "I should have been the one… I should have been the one…the one to get all the glory, all the fame, all the…"

"Fame? Infamy is more like it. Gero built weapons for the Red Ribbon army. He was going to help them take over the world. And then, he sent those androids against my husband and our friends."

"Gero's inventions were child's play. They…they were no more than…than tinker toys compared to my creations. One of my weapons could level an entire city. The world would have been mine…" Bulma's host seemed too caught up in his fantasy monologue to notice her starting to power up. However, the beam contracted again and caused her much pain. She soon stopped trying to power up. The old scientist looked in her direction.

"A simple ray of light; That is all it takes to tame a Saiyan. You know, I never thought I would get the chance to test it out on a Saiyan that wasn't Son Goku or Prince Vegeta. I guess I did a great job with it. Gero would have never thought of it. His little energy absorption gadgets couldn't hold a candle to my leech ray."

Bulma got squeamish at the mention of leeches. "Ewww, why'd you have to call it that? 'Leech ray' disgusting."

I'm sorry that my invention's appellation does not…appeal to you Mrs. Briefs. However, I think it most accurately describes what it does. Every time you struggle it takes your energy and stores it to power itself." Smirking to himself, he added "sheer genius."

Bulma still struggled, while getting weaker by the minute. The new villain simply smiled at the futility of her efforts. When she was near exhaustion, he simply stated "Don't worry, Mrs. Briefs you won't be alone for long." He began to laugh as he walked out of the lab.