My Immortal

By: Cabalistic

Disclaimer: i confess... I DON'T OWN DRAGONBALL Z!! I KNOW IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE!! (:P)

Chapter 6 Abandon

Bulma felt a sharp pang in her heart as she walked silently behind Vegeta, following his large strides. She kept her lip in a firm line and her blue eyes straight foreword. Even though her legs ached from the journey. She jerked her head behind her, still unsure about leaving Chi Chi and 18 behind. "Shouldn't we look for them?" She asked Vegeta quietly. "No," was the swift reply. "Can't we even make an effort to find them?" She said a little louder, trying to show concern for her childhood friends. "No." He said, loudly as he strode through the bushes, hacking them aside with his sword.

"Why not?" She snapped, breaking the silence. Vegeta whirled around, onyx eyes narrowed. "It will waste precious time!" He yelled. "That is why I do not like to drag along petty friends. They leave you and don't come back!" Bulma opened her mouth to protest but was hesitant. Vegeta turned back to the path and hacked away.

"What if they're captured?" She murmured, looking at the green scenery around her. "Then it's their bloody fault." Vegeta fumed. "What if they're trapped?" Bulma asked quietlly. "Then it's their fault for following Karkarot's guidance." Nothing else answered her except the swish of his sword. "What if they're dying and we're their only hope?" She said loudly. "I DON'T CARE." Vegeta yelled loudly, sending the birds in the canopy flying away, squawking.

"If Goku's your friend, then don't you care?" She demanded. "No!" He yelled, "And for Kami's sake he isn't my friend!" Bulma's sapphire eyes softened and she said in a soft tone, "I suppose that's how you'll describe Trunks and I in the future. Denial, they call it." "No! Yes-I mean…" He threw his arms up as if the sky was falling and said, "Why does everyone keep confusing me?" Bulma put her hands on her hips and said, "Maybe it's not everyone confusing you but it's you confusing everyone!" Vegeta stared at her with the same blank expression that he used around his mother. She rolled her eyes and said loudly, "Meaning that you aren't making any sense."

Vegeta sighed and looked at the sky. The sun was already setting and the day was ending. The birds were calling their goodnights in their chirping voices, which was extremely annoying to him. "Look, woman, how much time you wasted with your pathetic questions!" He yelled. Bulma crossed her arms on her chest and said, "Yeah so now it's all my fault, huh?" Vegeta yelled back, "Exactly!"

---(Hours later)---

Bulma poked a stick at the insignificant fire, scowling at Vegeta in the corner of her eye. She kept one arm wrapped around her legs. It was hard to scowl when it was cold and the only heat was a slowly increasing fire. Vegeta sat, arms across his chest, harsh lines running into his face.

The only sound was the low crackling of the fire, gently burning and crisping the pile of sticks and leaves. Bulma closed her eyes and rubbed her hands together, blowing her warm breath into them. Her pale hands turned pinkish then paled again. Her soft pants of breath froze up in front of her then disappeared. She wished they didn't have to camp in the mountain, pure wilderness where no one went except a few animals.

Vegeta growled low in his throat, obviously mad at Bulma for making him show his emotions earlier. He was confused lately, how his heart did a flippy thing every time he approached her. Which was completely embarrassing and humiliating because she was supposed to be HIS hostage but instead it looked like that they were eloping.

Already some villagers from the passing villages sighed and said love was a beautiful thing every time they passed a village. Bulma giggled but Vegeta scowled. Like he said, it was completely embarrassing.

Bulma kept her lips in a straight line, only shooting daggers from her eyes at Vegeta from minute to minute. She still believed that it was his fault because she had no idea where Chi Chi and Juu were.

A low hiss from the wind made Bulma shiver and tighten herself in a smaller ball. Vegeta sighed and rolled her eyes thinking that she was a weakling. There was a silence that echoed over the valley they were in.

Bulma felt another sharp pang in her heart and she jolted making Vegeta quickly turn his gaze at her. "What?" He hissed. She shook her head, keeping her lips in the straight line across her face. He rolled his onyx eyes, "Just tell me and skip denying." She fingered her thin material that was a poor excuse for clothing. "It's Trunks."

"What about the brat?" Vegeta said, boringly flicking some junk off a nearby log. "He's fading…" She whispered, closing her blue eyes. "Which means?" Vegeta said, keeping that same cool in his voice. She turned her hard blue gaze on him, blue eyes flooding into his onyx eyes. Her eyes glistened with possible tears. "He might….be dying." She closed her eyes and let out a ragged breath. "He hasn't eaten, other prisoners have taken all his food. A young friend has given him a few crumbs but it's not enough. He's depressed and homesick." She glared at him, "Obviously he has gained your hunger for food, no?"

Vegeta clenched his fist. "You mean the only heir of Vegeta may be dying?" He demanded. Bulma whispered, "Only if we don't reach him in time."

He rolled his eyes, "Which would take a miracle. Have you found out how to give immortality yet?" He snapped with impatience in the air. Bulma let out a secretive smile then frowned, "Even if I did, I wouldn't give it to the likes of you, Princey."

Vegeta let out a frustrated breath. "You realize the only way to save the brat is if you trust me?" She glared her eyes at him, standing up. "I wouldn't trust you; I'd sooner die." Vegeta chuckled, "You trust me when we were young." "Before you were evil!" She yelled. "After I'd give you immortality, you'd kill me!"

Vegeta snapped his finger, "Of course! Why hadn't I thought of that?" He said, sarcastically.

Bulma groaned and cursed under her breath.

---(At the prison)---

Goten leaned against the other side of the cage, banging his fingers against the bars. Trunks' stomach groaned. He needed something to eat. He gave Goten a side-ways glance, "Who were your parents?"

Goten grinned and said, "My dad's a good friend of the Prince, even though the Prince denies having anything to do with him. He got to know some princess from another land and know one of her friends." His grin widened, "He came to like her and began secretly meeting her. Then my big brother was born and so was me." His grin split into a frown, "Then something happened to the Prince and the Princess and dad was forbidden to see mom. We've been stuck with dad ever since."

He looked up at the stone ceiling. "I kind of remember her. But the picture that always comes to mind is a flying frying pan." He grinned at Trunks, "Weird huh? I always dream about some lady who I never see her face chasing dad around, hitting him with a frying pan." He laughed and Trunks managed to smile.

Lately Trunks hadn't been getting enough energy. He needed food but the other prisoners were older and stronger. They warded off the younger ones before they had a chance to get food. The youngsters would eventually die from hunger or killed by the older ones. Trunks grimaced. Life in the dungeon was hell and it was every man for himself.

The doors swung open and two icejins came in. Goten looked panicked as they grabbed a struggling prisoner, crackling with laughter, dragged the poor victim out. Everyone was horrified. The icejins couldn't carry as many hostages as they had, they were killing the everyone, one by one...

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