Disclaimer: I'm sick, very, very sick. Yesterday, I had a temperature of 101.7, gah! Well this chapter should be a little, out of place. That's just the state my mind is in right now. Ok people, I don't own DBZ, you will get over it…eventually.

Bulma carelessly ripped the wires from of her body and jumped out of the bed. She rubbed her head, then looked at her so-called enemy.

"How dare you even look at me. You broke my heart, you hurt me physically and mentally. I don't even know who you are anymore. I thought you loved me, but you just used me. I bet you're so proud of yourself, aren't you?"

Vegeta stared at her, expressionless. What could he say, how could he comfort her? What could he do? Nothing. The monster he saw in her dream was something like what he used to be, but after all this time on this damned planet, he has to have changed. Right? He just kept starring. All these months together, it was like all her trust for him has been blown away like dust in the wind. He was losing the one person who ever cared about him, and the one person he ever cared about. Vegeta couldn't let her get away. It would kill him.

"Damit woman" Vegeta sighed "I don't know what's wrong with you but we need to fix it"

"What the hell do you mean by fixing what's wrong with me. I'm fine, but you know what would make me feel better?"

Vegeta raised his eyebrow.

"If you got the hell out of my house, and left me and my family alone! We would all be better off without you!"

Bulma stormed out of the room, with out saying a word to her father. The two men looked at each other.

"Your on your own, Vegeta" Dr. Briefs quietly exited toward his laboratory.

Vegeta was in a right mind to go insane and blow up the entire planet (0.o Crazy Vegeta!), but that would be surrendering, and showing that he was weak and couldn't take a challenge. He wasn't going down, not like that. Saiyans were too proud to let anything get into the way of what they wanted, Vegeta ceased to remember that.

That Evening

Bulma laid on the long luxurious red chaise lounge, this was were she use to cry when Yamcha had hurt her. She kicked over the empty box of tissues, and buried her face into her pillow. Things were so confusing, one second Vegeta's trying to kill her, the next, he doesn't know what she is talking about. Is he still messing with her head, or is he crazy? Never the less, he is still a danger to her. He had to go, even if it hurt for a little while. What Bulma didn't think about, was the fact that losing Vegeta would hurt for more than just a little while, it my torture her forever. She still had hope somewhere in her heart that he had changed, but her dreams kept her from believing that. Her state of mine made her delusional. What ever she thought had to be right, no matter what.

Bulma was about to reach for the remote, but froze when she saw a spiky haired figure in the doorway. He was holding something, she could quite tell what is was, she tried to focus on it, but lost concentration when she noticed that the figure was walking towards her.

"I thought, I told you to leave" Bulma looked at him. He was now in perfect lighting, she could make out everyone of his broad features looking down at her. Bulma stared back, speechless.

"I want to show you something" Vegeta whispered under his breath as if each word was killing him a little inside.

Bulma sat up and cleared the space next to her. There was nothing she could do again she was trapped. If she ran he would chase her, if she screamed no one would hear her. Trapped like a rat. Bulma sighed, when Vegeta sat next to her. His scent found its way up her nostrils, having her enemy this close almost made her nauseous. Bulma could now see that the item he was holding was a book, a photo album. He slowly opened it, and pointed to a picture.

"Now, who is that?"

Bulma rolled her eyes, she wasn't a 2 yea old, nor did she need to be talked to like one.

"I'm a grown woman, Vegeta. That is me."

Vegeta moved his finger to the figure that had his arm around her.

"And th- that's …I don't know!" Bulma said in a bewildered voice. Though she wasn't confused, she just didn't want to believe the truth.

"Woman, stop being dim-witted, you have narcolepsy, not amnesia!" Vegeta said, instantly regretted his words.

"What are you talking about, I don't have-"

"-Yes you do, the reason you feel such sudden rage for me is because of your nightmares. This little disorder of yours, makes your dreams tangle with reality. There's nothing you can do about it."

Bulma held her head in her hand, with her face towards the floor.

"I don't believe you…"

"What do you mean you don't believe me! Doesn't that explain everything to you, why don't you believe me? You have narcolepsy!"

"You're lying!" Bulma screamed chocking on tears.

She tried to get up and run, but she had no such luck. Before she had a chance to refuse, Bulma found her lips pressed hard against Vegeta's. After a few seconds Bulma thought 'what the hell' and closed her eyes. It must have been at least 30 seconds before each of then had a chance to breath. Bulma started gasping for breath, and then looked at Vegeta, who was still holding her.

"Still think I'm lying," He questioned honestly. Bulma rested her head on his chest.

"No, but Vegeta?"

"What now?"

"I'm starting to get tired"

A/N: Weeeeeeee! I'm still sick! You know what will make me feel better? COMMENTS! Any who, I have a few Idea's for the next chapter. But for any medical people out there, just a question, can u be in a coma, and still be pregnant? Probably not but I'm just making sure before I through the idea out the window. Ok bye, people!