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The Blue Mync- I hope to hear from you again and I'm glad that you liked "Secrets" as well!

Shades of Crimson- Actually, the way I described her makeup related to how I look when I wake up in the morning after sleeping with it (eyes water, its nasty). Inspiration in all places, hehe.

Texasgrrl- LOL! Wouldn't want that to happen so here is a fast update

DBZ-fan-Jess- Hope this goes up to your expectations

VSM- Yes, still dishing out good insults. This chapter was even harder to write. I kept thinking "How do I fight with Dave?" (The ex).

Fubuplayer2005- All shall be explained in upcoming chapters

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Ruka the evil dolphin- Alright! I have a new book to read now! Have to find it somewhere though. Yay libraries!!!

Ok, now that that's over with, onto the next chappie!

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Blood dripped slowly down the walls as tortured screams echoed the dimly lit halls of the lowest level of hell. It was here that Vegeta once spent his after life and here where he was being watched by a certain assistant. This creature was neither mortal nor demon, instead, he was just a being. With no specific body, he instead was a dark shadow. His eyes were the only items that made up his form, the emerald orbs moving slightly as he scanned over his computer. He had no name or family. He was created from the lost souls of earth, probably why he felt such an unusual sympathy for Vegeta in the first place. He had figured out long ago that he was created to only be an assistant to the high lords of hell. Instead of obeying his master's wishes, however, he secretly rebelled the idea, furious that so many tragic souls had been locked within him, every day whispering horrid memories. He never slept. He couldn't for they always kept him awake.

He now scanned through the memory file on Vegeta. Everything, even from his past lives, was all saved on the computers memory. He found it odd that the lords would care enough to save it to a personal file on the computer itself rather than following the usual protocol and saving it to a separate disk. Obviously, he was not informed on why this Vegeta character was so important. In fact, he was the first in centuries to be released from hell. But what for? Many of the souls collected there had somewhat switched sides and began to help with the occasional riots, but Vegeta had been told he was the only one to ever do such a thing. What secrets lay from his grasp? They obviously had to be extremely important as he, the right hand man of the high lord himself, was not even informed. Hopefully, one file might contain the answer. The only problem was what would happen if he was caught not only snooping through the files but also giving Vegeta and his woman's memories back little at a time.

He believed the souls would be "relocated" to put it in a lighter tone.

All in all, he knew that no matter what, he was surrendering his life essence to help the two lovers come back together. Who was to call him a monster now?

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On Vegetasai, however, a certain prince had finally made his way to the witch's quarters. She had opened the door two breaths before he was to knock. Used to the witch and her mysterious ways, Vegeta paid no mind as he simply walked past her ushering hand. She was a beautiful creature, though not by physical standards. Though her hair was gray and white, and her lips trimmed with slight whiskers, her inner kindness and beauty shined through as though the goddess Aphrodite had kissed her lips and breathed into her all the blessings one could bestow upon one mortal being. She was the most amazing woman in the entire castle, yet never allowed to leave her room. Instead, she was confined to the tight cell, only because the king feared he would lose her guidance if she were to elope or such thing. Once again, her magic and loving nature would have over ridden her ghastly appearance.

The witch grasped Vegeta's hand and led him over to her small table. He sat across from her and she gracefully slid into her own chair, made of pure gold and laced with diamonds and rubies. Indeed, the king had spared no expense on treating her like the lady she was, though she secretly wished for one last day outside. But this story is not about her, it is about our two lovers, so maybe we shall speak of her on another day.

She slowly leaned back in her chair, the eons she existed slowly settling her bones to crack and need extra time for her comfort to return. Indeed, living for thousands of years was beginning to take its toll. When ready, she needed not to speak as her deep hazel eyes said all that needed to be said.

Vegeta looked across at the woman, bowing his head as he collected his words. He began when only halfway through, "I am having visions. They are so strange to me, yet, familiar. It only happens when I am with the woman, however. They are always of her and me in, compromising situations." He looked into her eyes, a most serious expression hidden behind the almost black orbs. "What does all this mean? Why her?"

The woman closed her eyes in deep concentration. Oh, she knew the answer, but this was not her role to mess with fate. Instead, she had to be cunning. She had to answer in such a way that would lead Vegeta in the right path and not scare him away from the truth. Enough so that his damnable pride would not interfere and send Buruma to an early grave when he, as the young ones say, "flipped out."

"My prince Vegeta," she began and instantly Vegeta felt as if his soul had become lighter. Her voice, though strained and light as a breath, seemed to shake with such conviction that it was as if ten thousand horses would stampede the room and he would still hear her fragile words. He had never respected such a woman before in his life, not even his own mother, God rest her soul. It was amazing how much feeling this woman could evoke with only three simple words.

"Prince of all Saiyans, you should know that I cannot give you the answers that you most desire when dealing with Fate. So then, why must you come to me? What peace could I offer you?"

Vegeta shifted in his seat, never feeling so powerless before in his life. "I am not sure what I expect you to say, but only hope that it can, in some small way, ease my mind."

"My prince, you should know by now that I see who you really are. It is only I that you show your true nature to, and for that, I am honored. But I wish you would only come for me when you only need a little help. I cannot help you with every situation that comes your way."

Once again, she grasped his hand and held onto it, her top hand rubbing his calloused ones in comfort. "I can only tell you this. The woman you speak of is very important to your future. Do not let her pass by or you shall die in more ways than one." She released his hands and leaned back into her seat. "Damn this chair. Did your father not realize how hard this alloy can be? A cushion or something, but this, this is hard on an old woman."

Vegeta, knowing that he could get no more from the witch, stood up and crossed the table to her. He lifted her right hand and kissed it tenderly. A silent thank you as they both knew the words could never leave his lips. With a nod in his direction, he left the room, as lost as ever. Perhaps in the next few days, he decided, he could fully understand what Buruma meant to him.

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Ok, I am done writing. If you don't appreciate it...eat me!

Oh and as for the whole no update till two reviews...thank my sister. She made me do this.