Me: I know, you're all angry. I won't say any excuses, because I know you don't care. You just want updates. So, here's chapter 8 on Universal Chatting.

WARNINGS: There is a rape scene in this chapter. If you don't like that, you don't have to read it. It is ok! Personally, I don't like writing rape scenes, but it's essential in this story. It's more effective then just saying, "He was raped".

Universal Chatting

Chapter 8 – Arrival

Normal POV

As a Capsule Corp. ship landed on a seemingly deserted planet, Bulma felt like her heart was about to burst right out of her chest. Her hands were sweaty and fidgeting. She was breathing hard and kept seeing strange shapes in her vision.

Basically, she was nervous beyond sanity.

Goku glanced at her in concern, but she waved him off. It was nothing to be worried about. She was just nervous, after all.

Yeah, that's right! I'm just nervous. I'm not scared at all! Why should I be? I mean after all, all we're doing is walking on to an unknown planet where the brother of a mass murderer is. Nothing to worry about!

Bulma began to laugh nervously. So much to where Goku started wondering if she still had her sanity . . .

"Uh . . . Bulma? You ok?" he asked. Bulma turned to him sharply and replied, "Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well . . . you were laughing an insane maniac." He said simply. Bulma's eye twitched and the corner of her mouthed quirked. Goku backed up a bit and a sweat drop formed on the back of his head.

"Uh, what I mean is that, well what I wanted to say was –er I mean…..uhhh" Goku stuttered pathetically as Bulma slowly advanced towards him. In one movement, Bulma slapped Goku, causing him to fly backwards and land on his head.

"What you meant was that I was laughing like a smart girl because laughing always makes things BETTER!" she yelled. Goku flinched and nodded vigorously. Bulma smiled sweetly and said, "Good. Now let's get going."

As Goku stood and dusted himself off he said, "But, Bulma! You don't even know where Vegeta's being held."

"You can sense Ki. Detect where he is." Bulma replied smugly. Goku grumbled and concentrated on Vegeta's Ki. After a few minutes, he smirked at his own success and pointed his finger in the direction where he felt the Ki.

"He's that way. I'm sure of it!" he said. With that, Goku picked up Bulma and flew as fast as he could – orders by Bulma --.

With Vegeta

Lord Cooler and Lord Bebi stood in the Throne room, discussing the trade of Vegeta. Vegeta was to be temporarily traded to Lord Bebi as a pleasure slave. Vegeta couldn't understand why Lord Cooler wanted to trade him. Sure, there were other slaves for Cooler to use during the week he would be gone. Maybe it was just another way to break him even more than he already was. Vegeta didn't think that was possible. He's felt broken ever since he was taken away from his father. Maybe this was another punishment for his sins.

I've done such horrible things, I deserve such punishment. I'm nothing but a monster. And a slave.

Vegeta stood silently aside, bent down on his hands and knees at the feet of his Master. He had a chain attached to a hook that had been implanted into the base where neck and back met. Vegeta had once tried to pull the hook out, but found out the hard way that the hook was connected to the spine bone. Vegeta was at complete mercy of his Master when Cooler has him on a chain like now. If Cooler pulled just right, he could completely pull Vegeta's spine right out, killing him.

Cooler and Bebi stared down at the Saiyan slave and both smirked.

"Slave, in order for this trade to go through, Bebi wants to make sure you will be obedient to him. I have a reputation to keep, you see. I am the most successful Slave Master. I bet you didn't know that, huh?" Cooler said icily and laughed. Vegeta went completely frozen. He hadn't expected that. Vegeta knew about Slave Masters. They bought younglings of species that had reputations of being beautiful and good looking. Saiyans were one of those species, Vegeta knew. But as Vegeta thought, the more he became distressed. Slave Masters bought their slaves. That means someone sold him to Frieza. But who? It wasn't his father; that he knew. And couldn't have been his mother, she died. So who sold him? Vegeta didn't have much time to think this over as his chain was yanked rather harshly. Vegeta let out a pathetic whimper and looked up to see the red eyes of his Master.

"Slave, Lord Bebi would like a . . . test run on you. He wants to see how you ride." At his last sentence, Cooler and Bebi laughed. Vegeta nodded obediently and laid face down on the floor, spreading his legs like a bitch in heat. Cooler gave the chain to Bebi and stepped back a couple of steps.

Bebi mounted Vegeta and pressed his gray lips to Vegeta's ear.

"I want to hear you scream, monkey." He whispered in a cruel voice. Vegeta whimpered and nodded. Bebi chuckled coldly and pulled the chain so Vegeta's head was up against Bebi's shoulder.

"I want to hear you beg." They gray creature rasped. Vegeta whimpered and clenched his eyes shut.

"I want to hear you moan my name. Moan "Lord Bebi" for me. NOW." He commanded. Vegeta let out a sob.

"Lord Bebi . . ." he moaned unwillingly. Bebi laughed and slammed Vegeta's head back down on the marveled floor. Vegeta let out a strangled scream, tears pouring down his face. Cooler laughed along with Bebi.

Bebi ripped off what little clothes Vegeta had on – a piece of cloth that hung around his waist. Then Bebi took a harsh looking knife from his buckle and carved lines on his back. Blood poured to the floor as Vegeta cried out his pain.

Bebi left his cuts like that and roughly entered Vegeta abruptly. Vegeta felt his innards beings stretched and torn. He felt blood drip down his legs.

I just don't get how there's even an entrance anymore. They've torn everything up time after time again. How can anything be left there?

Bebi pumped roughly, moaning and scraping his sharp nails across Vegeta's back with every pump. Vegeta lay in his own pool of dark, dark red Saiyan blood.

Just then, there was a loud crash sound. Vegeta's tried looking up, but his neck didn't want to work. His eyes caught a glimpse of something blue, then darkness.

Bulma's POV

As soon as Goku blasted the door open, I immediately knew who Vegeta was. He was the one who lay naked on the floor, bleeding severely, underneath a nasty looking gray creature. The gray thing jumped up and ran out of another door, fallowing a purple looking lizard that reminded me of Frieza. That must be Cooler, Vegeta's 'master'. Goku didn't go after them even though Bulma said to.

"It would do no good, Bulma. Their Ki was too high. They're too strong for me. I'll need training to beet them." Goku said.

I turned my attention back to Vegeta. I let out a half scream half sob and ran to his side.

"Goku! We have to get him back to the ship. He'll die if we don't. he's lost too much blood." I begged. Goku nodded and picked him up. I lay my hand on his shoulder and we vanished reappearing on the ship.

We quickly bring him to the medical room and lay him on the bed. I washed off the blood and bandaged all of the open wounds. However, I wasn't sure what to do about the wounds in him. Well, I knew what to do, I just didn't think he would want me fooling around down there. But, there's no choice.

"Goku, you can leave now. I need to . . . repair that and he needs at least a little dignity left." I said, pointing to Vegeta's lower parts. Goku nodded and left. Then, I set to work.

One Hour Later

I finished in record time, wrapping the last few bandages and tying them together tightly. With a sigh and a wipe on my brow, pulled off my bloody gloves and washed my hands. Hanging my, also bloody, coat on the rack, I glanced back at Vegeta and smile. I finally had him. I saved him from those horrible monsters. Man, I felt good!

Sitting in a chair beside his bed, I look at his pain-crumpled face. I hold back a wince and look away. I gave him the strongest pain reliever I had, and that didn't even help. Damn it.

With a heavy sigh, I leave the room and immediately bump into Goku.

"U-wa!" I yelp, jumping. When I notice it's Goku I break out into a nervous embarrassed laugh. "O-oh! Goku! It's you!"

Goku blinked a couple times, eventually grinning.

"Yeah, I just came to bring you and Vegeta some food. I figured you'd both be hungry, especially him. I mean, have you seen him? Really seen him? He's a skeleton! And he's as pale as milk! I'm surprised he hasn't starved to death—" Goku stopped suddenly and frowned. I glanced away, on the verge of tears.

"Oh, Bulma. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. Really. Here, I'll leave the food with you and Vegeta. I'll just, uh, go fly the ship, er . . . something." Goku stuttered. He laughed, rubbing the back of his head. I blinked as he ran –literally- down the hallway to the control room. I looked down at the food and sighed . . .again.

With a huff, I turned back to the medical room and set down the tray of food next to Vegeta's bed. Picking up a piece of bread, I munched quietly while thinking things over.

Now that I have Vegeta, what will happen now? How much of my life is going to change? How will the others react? And most importantly, how is life going to be now for Vegeta.

Glancing over at the computer, I jumped up and scrambled over to it, quickly logging on to my chat room. And to my greatest joy, Radditz was on. Not really feeling life typing (since my hands were tired from healing Vegeta) I switched on the microphone and web cam.

"Radditz!" I yelled into it. I saw him yelp and cower under his chair (through the web cam). After a minute, he popped his head up, fear in his eyes.

"B-Bulma?" he squeaked. I smirked and laughed coolly.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! I'VE BEEN RACKING MY BRAINS OUT WITH QUESTIONS YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER ANSWERING!" I yelled, making him cringe.

"I—uh well I mean—" I cut him off again with yelling.

"No excuses! You are going to sit in that chair until I'm satisfied, you got that! NOW SIT!" I screamed, pointing at the camera. He quickly sat down and hung his head.

"Good. Now, I have Vegeta here with me and—" this time, I was cut off.

"What! You have Vegeta? How did you get him?" Radditz asked, his face scrunched to the web cam. My eye twitched and I sighed.

"That's not important right now!"

Radditz whimpered.

"What's important is that I have him and he is safe." I said in a calm voice.

"Ummm . . ." Radditz started. I narrowed my eyes.

"What . . .?"

"Well . . . you see . . ." he hesitated. Oh, if he doesn't hurry up and say it I swear I'll . . .

"JUST HURRY UP AND SPIT IT OUT!" I yelled, pulling at my hair.

"Well, it's just that even though you have it doesn't technically mean he's safe. Cooler could easily find him, no problem." He said hesitantly. I'm silent for a couple of minutes, resisting the urge to kill someone right here and now. In this case, it would be Goku. And since I need him, I had to restrain myself. So, I take a deep breath and exhale. Looking to the web cam, where I see Radditz is looking at me in fear. He laughs nervously and waves his hands about.

"Of course, I could be wrong I mean he may just forget about Vegeta!"

I smiled as sweetly as I could and tilted my head.

"Even if that's so, I have Goku with me and he is –as you should know- a very strong fighter. Plus, this ship is a very special ship. It is untraceable on radars. So you see, we are fine."

"Well, yes that's all true, but what happens when you get back to Earth? You'll be very traceable then." He said a-matter-of-factly. Well, shit. He has me there. I sit back in my chair and think, not really caring about his smirking.

"Well, I don't about that. But I swore I would keep him safe and so I will, Radditz." I said, sincerity thick in my voice. The Saiyan nodded, understanding.

"Well, if you're as smart as you say you are, then maybe you can make the ship disabled . . ." he murmured, mostly to himself. This, of course, got me curious. And as we all know, I'm a very nosey person.

"What chip?" I asked. He looked up in surprise and was flustered for a bit.

"Oh—well you see when Vegeta was with Frieza, that lizard installed a location chip in Vegeta's back. It wouldn't be so bad if that chip didn't cause so much pain. You see, the chip damaged Vegeta's back badly. It stunted his growth and really messed up the spine. Now Vegeta's back hurts 24/7." Radditz explained. My hands crunched into fists.

"That . . . that BASTARD!" I yelled. Radditz did not seem surprised at my outburst as he slowly nodded.

"I know. And it only gets worse from there, I'm sorry to say." He said gloomily. Silence passes over us, both of us not willing to say anymore, afraid of the outcome. I don't want to hear anymore bad news. I just want Vegeta to get better and be happy. I know I healed his physical wounds, but it will take quite some time before his emotional wounds are healed. Those bastards left such scars on him; both physical and mental. It makes just want to strangle them until ever last bit of air is gone from their body. They will pay for what they did to him.

"Bulma . . ." Radditz's sad toned voice cut me from my thoughts. Looking up at the camera I asked, "Yes?". He seemed troubled, and that left my thoughts even gloomier.

"Take care of Vegeta for me, ne? He's . . . a very delicate person. The mind can only take so much." He whispered. I nod once.

"I will, Radditz. I promise that."

He smiles and his eyes revert behind me, where Vegeta lay. He sucks in a breath and quickly glances away.

"I can't even look at him like that. It hurts too much." He mumbles. I know that was meant for his ears only, but I heard it anyway. Radditz truly cares for Vegeta. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he loved him. He looks at Vegeta like he was some long lost lover. I smile faintly, I wonder what that would be like. To be Vegeta's lover, I mean. I desperately wanted to ask Radditz, but I don't even know for sure that they were lovers. Maybe I could ask . . .

"Radditz, were you and Vegeta lovers?"

My question catches his off guard and he blushes a bit.

"Um . . . well yes, we were. I was the only person he had to cry on, so I took care of him and saw him whenever I could. That care eventually turned into love. I knew what Frieza was doing to him. I hated that fact that Vegeta's first time was taken from him. That's not the way he should remember it. What made it even worse was that he was only five when that bastard raped him. I found Vegeta in a bathroom, bleeding like hell. I swore that day that when he was finally old enough, I would show him what making love really felt like. I swore I would always be there for him. But . . . that of course changed when I came to Earth and was killed. But, you know that story . . ." Radditz trailed off, lost in his own world of thought. His little story made me angry and sad at the same time. I didn't know which emotion to act on. Anger won't do much at this point, so I chose sadness.

I glanced over at Vegeta, who was sleeping peacefully. Wobbling a bit, I stand up and walk over to his side. Laying my head on his chest, I cried. I cried until there were no tears left in me. I cried until my eyes were sore and dry. I cried until my heart gave up on crying in sadness as it was too exhausted to feel any more pain.

Opening my sore and dry eyes, I stare into the bronze skin that was Vegeta. It has so many scars and bruises, that I felt like crying again. But, for the moment, that was physically –and emotionally—impossible. It was then that I heard Radditz's voice.

"Bulma . . ." he whispered. Turning around I said, "Yes?" Radditz looks to his hands for a moment.

"Let me talk to my brother."

The request shocked me. Nodding shakily, I glance over at Vegeta one more time then leave the room in search for Goku.

I found him just where he said he would be. In the control room, "flying" the ship.

"Goku?" I called, my voice cracking. He turns and notices my distraught state.

"Bulma? What's wrong? Is it Vegeta?" he asks hastily, already at my side. I never see him move.

"No, no Vegeta's fine. It's just . . . someone wants to talk to you." I tell him. at first, he looks confused. Then, he sees the look in my eyes and knows exactly whom I'm talking about.

"Oh, I don't know, Bulma. Won't that be kind of awkward?" he asked, stepping back a bit.

"Please, Goku. I think he really needs a brother right now. We've been talking and . . . well look how I ended up? I'm sure he's on the verge of tears. Just try and talk to him. Please?"

He sighs and says, "Alright, Bulma. If you think it'll help. I'll talk to him."

I smile and catch him in a hug.

"Thank you, Goku. It means the world to me."

He looks down at me and smiles warmly.

"I know."

I release him and let him make his way down the hallway. I would love to see what they talk about, but I better give them some time alone. Goku's right, it will be awkward.

Yawning, I suddenly feel tired and walk to my room, ready for a nice long bath and nap. Reaching my bathroom, I close the door and turn the knobs, the tub quickly filling up with hot water. I grab a bottle and pour some of bubble liquid inside. Immediately, bubbles are coating the water like icing on a cake. Smiling, I strip from clothes and climb in the tub. Leaning back and closing my eyes, I succumb to a world of pure bliss and relaxation.

Vegeta probably won't wake up until tomorrow, so until then I think I'll just concentrate on imagining I'm at a hot spring under the moon with some handsome guy who loves my like crazy. That's always been my little fantasy. I can see myself clearly, but I can never quite see the guy. I can always see his backside or maybe his chest, but never his face. It's always shadowed, hiding from the light. In my fantasy, I'm leaning onto the man's well-chiseled chest as he rubs my naked back with his hands. My dream self looks up and sees . . .

Vegeta.

I gasp and my dream world disappears. Sitting up in the bathtub, I realize that I've been in the water for quite some time. The bubbles have dissipated and that the water has turned cold. I glance at the clock and saw that it was 11:00. I got in the tub at 10. In complete confusion, I drain the tub and dry myself off. Slipping on a robe, I walk into me chilled room and into the hallways. Goku and Radditz were apparently still talking, since the light in the medical room was on. Tip toeing in, I poke my head around and see, with even more confusion that the computer was off and that Goku was nowhere in the room. I frown and look towards Goku's room. The door was open so I could see inside. And there he was, fast asleep. He just forgot to turn off the light. Shrugging, I was to switch the lights off when I noticed that Vegeta was not in his bed. Panic rose in my stomach as I looked around the small room. He wasn't in here.

In a split second, I'm running around the ship, looking in every room we had. Finally, I came to the control room and found him glancing around like a lost puppy. I slow my breathing and clear my throat, earning his attention. He turns slowly to me and stares for quiet some time. He walks towards me and stops only inches away. He looks straight into my eyes and doesn't blink. I want to say something, but my mouth just didn't want to work. So I just stared back, waiting for him to make the first move.

His hand tilts my chin and he suddenly smiles.

"Bulma . . ." he whispers. His voice . . .my God that voice. I can't even describe it. His voice ran through my veins like my blood itself, making me shiver uncontrollably. His breath is like fire on my face, urging me to lean into him.

"You came for me . . ." he says, still in a whisper. I nod once, my eyes still locked on his. His beautiful, black silk eyes were like traps, made especially for me. They were so deep and showed everything there was to know about him. It's like they were trying to tell me his life's story. Oh, please, tell me everything.

"You saved me . . ." his voice became deeper and huskier. I finally found my voice and said, "Yes, I came for you and saved you. I would have never left you there." He smiled and leaned into me. At first, I thought he was going to kiss me. But instead, I was caught in a desperate hug. Soon, I felt warm tears on my shoulder. His fingers clutched my back, as if I would disappear like I wasn't real; like this was all a dream and would soon be lost forever. Given his current state of mind, that's probably what he thinks this is. Just a wonderful dream. Now that I think about it, if he thinks this is a dream . . . what will he do?

He pulls back from the hug, his eyes red and glassy. He takes one look at me and whimpers like a hurt puppy. Slowly, I raise my hand to his cheek and press against it. He leans in helplessly and breathes in deeply, probably taking in my scent. Saiyans are just like animals when it comes to that kind of stuff. They know you by scent, not by looks. His eyes close for a moment as he nuzzles my hand. I blush slightly and almost pull away. Feeling the jerk of my hand, his eyes open and look to me sadly. My heart cracks as I once again look to his eyes. I smile and press my hand even closer to him. He smiles back and leans into my hand again.

"Bulma . . ." he sighs. I blush again and step closer to him.

"I'm right here, Vegeta." I whisper.

"Will you always be here?" he asks in a tiny voice. Tears roll down my cheek at his tone; as if he was still a little child, looking for someone to care for him and love him.

"Yes, Vegeta. I will always be here."

THE END!

Just kidding!

Me: I'm just playing, don't worry. It's not over just yet! Ok, well there's a long chappie for you. True, not incredibly long, but I have five more stories to work on (of course…that is MY fault, huh?). Anyway, I hoped you liked it. This story is kind of just writing itself. I never imagined it would get this many reviews! I wasn't even sure if I was going to post this story or not. Well, I'm glad I did. Review for me please!

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