Chapter twelve, baby, woo! Okay, this chapter has a little, uh, adult situations, but not to worry because I'm not very graphic with my descriptions; I find it quite disgusting and I wouldn't know anything about it. I don't want to ruin the surprise, but let me just put it this way: it's not between Bulma and Vegeta.

I don't own them, but I did once for about three minutes, and let me tell you, it's great!

Bulma was wandering the hallways aimlessly, waiting for him to come. The problem was she still hadn't decided which 'him'. That was the pressing question as she walked forlornly past the numerous empty rooms.

A hand grabbed hers and pulled her into a room. The door closed silently behind her. "Vegeta?" she said impulsively. She then quickly reprimanded herself; he would never do something like this.

The laugh that answered, it was the laugh of a drunk. "Sheesh, Bulma, I would think you would know your own fiancé, Bulma." She audibly gulped.

"What are you doing, Yamcha?" she asked, hoping it sounded casual. Unfortunately, something was telling her to get out of there. Fast.

"Well, I was hoping to do YOU, Bulma." She laughed nervously, but he didn't laugh with her. He reached out and touched her suggestively.

"Yamcha, stop, not until we're married." There was no response as he roughly kissed her, groping her body hungrily. She whimpered. "Don't Yamcha. Please."

"Come on," he teased as he pawed at her dress. "We're ALMOST married." He laughed as he slowly unzipped her dress.

"No. No!" Bulma moaned. "Let me go!" She started to fight back, but he managed to hold her down. In a final attempt to escape, she screamed. Only a little of it leaked out, though, before his hand covered her mouth.

"Shh, you don't want everyone to see you, do you?" He continued to violate her as she cried silently, praying for someone to come.

Someone did.

Vegeta did.

He had been debating whether to meet her or not when he heard the muffled shriek. Alarmed, he tried to sense her ki as he ran down the hallways. He found the door and kicked it in. Yamcha was on top of her, his pants around his ankles, while Bulma was struggling violently against his grip.

Vegeta acted quickly. Before Yamcha's sluggish reactions took over, the Prince had already kicked him away and lifted Bulma into his arms. She held onto him like a lifeline, trying to get as far away from Yamcha as possible. Her fiancé was cowering in a corner, vainly attempting to recover from the blows.

"Don't touch her," Vegeta seethed, his eyes glinting turquoise. Yamcha just groaned and rolled over, throwing up on the floor. Goku magically materialized next to the Prince.

"I heard the commotion. What happened here?"

"This earthling asshole just tried to…take advantage of her."

Bulma was crying into Vegeta's shirt as the Prince glared in contempt at the figure on the ground. The seriousness of the situation had an effect on Goku as well. His glare matched Vegeta's in intensity, making the atmosphere in the room darken further.

Goku nodded showing he understood. "What now?"

Vegeta glanced at the woman huddled against his chest. She had already reached a decision. Bulma wiggled the gold band off her left finger and tossed it on the floor.

Goku's eyebrow cocked at the sight. "Bulma, you're engaged?"

Seeing as how she wasn't in the proper condition to answer, Vegeta had the honors. "I guess not anymore," he said coolly. "Take care of the jackass." He spit on the floor in the direction of the groaning Yamcha. "Some people have no honor," he muttered before leaving the room.

Goku silently agreed. He picked up the engagement ring gingerly and glided over to Yamcha. "That wasn't a very smart thing to do," he said softly, but the malice in his voice poisoned the air. Yamcha didn't reply; he had passed out from too much alcohol.

After bringing his friend back home, Goku returned to the party. Everyone was worried about Bulma's absence, so Goku said she didn't feel well, so she went to bed early. When asked about Yamcha, Goku said that he had to return something.

'Like a ring,' he thought soberly.

Only Bunny seemed to notice Vegeta's absence, but she didn't question it. She merely smiled to herself.

In the meantime, Vegeta was carrying Bulma straight up the hallway to her room. Since she was still in shock from the incident, he modestly helped her change into her nightgown before leading her to bed. She still clutched his arm, begging him with her eyes to stay.

"Idiot," he chided softly, "did you think I would leave you alone?" He brushed some stray blue strands aside. "Now go to sleep."

She clutched his hand, savoring the warmth she felt trickle into her body. "Vegeta," she whispered, "promise you won't leave me alone when I fall asleep. Promise."

He smirked at her. "How can I leave when you've got my hand?" She puzzled over his remark until she noticed her grip on one of his hands.

Blushing, she released it. "Sorry."

"Don't be." He searched for a chair, but to no avail. Sighing to himself, he started to settle on the floor.

"Vegeta?"

"What now?"

"You don't have to sleep on the floor."

"What am I supposed to do, sleep standing up?"

"I can scoot over for you." Whatever he had been expecting, that wasn't it. He just stared at her with his normal frown. She took it as a yes, inching over so he could fit on the bed. Vegeta paused.

"Are you sure?"

She looked up at him again. Her fear seemed to leak into his heart. Without another word, Vegeta laid next to her, trying to stay as far away as possible. "Just go to sleep," he mumbled. Now that he was there, she could.

As she dozed, Vegeta watched her. For some reason, everything about her fascinated him. The way her chest rose and fell as she breathed steadily, the way the moon made her hair look like an ocean's waves, the way her lips slightly parted when she was dreaming.

No. Not dreaming. It was a nightmare. Her perfect face darkened, her beautiful blue eyes leaked tears, her fragile frame thrashed about. Vegeta didn't know what to do.

Bulma finally willed herself awake. "Vegeta," she moaned, hoping he was still there.

"What's wrong?" She didn't answer him; instead, she crawled over to the source of his voice and collapsed on him, sobbing.

"Don't leave. Don't go." The tears moistened his shirt as he instinctively held her close. "Don't let him hurt me."

In the darkness, Bulma couldn't see Vegeta's eyes harden. "If he tries to hurt you again, he'll have to deal with me. I promise."

Can you tell I don't like Yamcha? Heh, I guess rape was a little much, but he always annoyed me with his stupid wolf fang fist. Grr…don't even get me started.

Vegeta watching her sleep. Aww... I actually got that from a quote I read. It says, "You know it is love when you cannot fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams." Isn't that just the sweetest thing!

And I know Vegeta was out of character, but he's so cute that way! And as tin797 wrote, "…the fact that they have children together is totally out of character…" and I couldn't agree more.

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