Disclaimer: Hi everyone, I just want to say that I am so appreciative of everyone sending me great reviews. I am trying my best to keep up with the story…its just that report cards came out so updates might be a little rare. Oh….and I don't own DBZ…but you still love me.

"This is impossible" Dr. Briefs started to walked towards his daughter but was stopped by one of Vegeta's warning glares. "She shouldn't be able to talk, move hear anything! All she should be able to do is breath!"

Vegeta looked down at Bulma and studied her, the monitor of one of the machines were implying that her heart rate was getting faster and faster. Bulma noticeably started breathing heavy, her eyes were closed tightly, and giving off the assumption that she wasn't having such pleasant dreams.

Cautiously Vegeta placed his palm over Bulma's head and closed his eyes:

"Vegeta, stop!"

Bulma was compressed against a wall, held tightly by Vegeta grip. He stared into her eyes; again all he could see was pain. He loved it. He loved how she squirmed in his grasp, desperate for a way out. She would never find one as long as he was alive.

Vegeta spat in Bulma's face and threw her to the ground. He placed his foot over Bulma's head and started digging her face into the rough, cold dirt.

"Why are you doing this?" Bulma screamed, after every world getting a mouth full of dirt "All I ever did was love you, give you food, a roof over your head. I cared for you!"

Vegeta gave Bulma a cold hard look, a look that made her stomach churn. Vegeta lifted her to her feet. He slowly crept inward and whispered in her ear.

"I never loved you, I used you. You are nothing more that a weak, deafens lese earth whore. That is all you will ever be"

Vegeta slapped Bulma then punched her in her stomach. She didn't scream, or show any emotion on her face. All she did was lie in a pool of her own blood coming from open wounds and her mouth.

He finally broke her. The one thing than kept her sprit alive was the thought that maybe he still loved her, but that was proven to be impossible. He hated her he never even loved her. All those times they made love was just sex. Its amazing how big a difference those two things were. Now there was nothing to live for, nothing to smile about, and nothing to take away, nothing to be given. There was nothing left for Bulma, so why cry?

Vegeta stood over Bulma and kicked her in her stomach. Blood spewed uncontrollably from her mouth. Bulma gagged and chocked for air. She almost screamed when she heard him whisper 'pathetic' under his breath.

Vegeta raised his hand from her head. How could she even think that he would even consider talking to her like that? It broke his heart when he saw her cry, he would probably die if he knew it was him who caused her tears. Vegeta train of mind was interrupted by another thought. Did he still have senzu beans? Vegeta tried to push the thought away, it was so random and it didn't have anything to do with this situation. It took a few minutes for Vegeta to realize that the senzu beans healed anyone. They could heal the fracture in Bulma's scull, but not of that damned disease. Vegeta exited the infirmary only to return moments later with a small brown bag.

Vegeta sat Bulma's dead weight up and put the bean into her slightly opened mouth. He moved her jaw so that the bean was crushed then closed her nose so she would swallow. Not long after, Vegeta got a response.

"Wha?" Bulma groaned "Were am I?" Bulma rubbed her head. She looked up at Vegeta, and then her clueless expression changed to confusion then to despair then to rage. Bulma sat up, and stood her ground.

"You monster! Get the hell away from me!"

A/N: Ok so yea, my report card has been very, very naughty. No wait…that was me. Sorry this chapter was so short, I just felt that I should have tried my hardest to get it you as soon as I could of. Well you know the deal: LEAVE A COMMENT!