A/N: Now, I should start this chapter by saying that I noticed what my mistake with this story was. And I wish to say sorry to all of you, devoted fans, who still put up with it, even if it was so boring. And don't say anything! I just know that it was. So, let's give this story the twist, finally, eh! 'Bout some fucking time, eh! Lol.

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Damaged

Chapter Ten: Worlds Shattering

The next morning, before the two suns of Vegeta-sei could even get the chance to rise, a lavender haired former Queen bolted up from a nightmare into a sitting position. She couldn't ease her labored breathing and the cold sweat droplets continued to cascade down her face. She gripped the sheets tighter to her chest and tried to calm herself before the tears began to escape her eyes traitorously. It was just a dream, she told herself, just a stupid dream!

But it seemed so real… She dreamt that Vegeta had died… Bulma had been looking at him, with her dull sunken blue eyes… She hated him, she told herself. Then why did the dream have such an impact on the Bulma in her dream? Why did it have such an impact on her awoken self? Why did she even care? She hated him! With all her heart!

Sobbing lightly, she cuddled near him and the wonderful consuming warmth that emitted from him. Oh how she had missed this position… She had always wanted to be here, with him, together… But not like this… All last night had been was lust… There were no pure intentions behind their bedding. There was nothing sincere, nothing pure, nothing innocent…

She shook her head in dejection. She'd never be pure or innocent ever again in her life. Her innocence had been taken, long time ago. She'd been forced to grow up at an early age… The action cost her dearly… She'd missed out on so much!… And now she'd never have the chance to see her planet ever again. She was stuck in a world she didn't even like, a world that would never like her because of her physical weakness and incapability of attaining strength even close to a Saiya-jin's.

With a small smile, she slowly slid her arms around Vegeta's waist and looked up to see whether she'd woken him. She almost felt her tension leave her body when she noticed how peaceful and relaxed he looked. His eye brows have eased, his face was not fixed into that infamous scowl of his. He looked quite… angelic in that moment.

The lavender haired young woman slapped herself mentally. Vegeta! Angelic? Did she hit her head or something? That devious creature would ruin Heaven and corrupt all of the angels, as he was now corrupting the Universe with his foul presence! He would have God's little realm in the sky collapse atop of the Earth if he was ever to enter Heaven. And if he did, it would most definitely be by force, she decided.

But if he was foul… Then what was she, for being there for him, for offering him the chance to ruin the Universe! She squeezed her eyes shut. It was not the quite correct time for such discussions. She wanted to sleep on it and forget all about it. She was, as stupid as it may have sounded in her own mind's ears, eager to see how Vegeta would react when he found her in his bed the next day… If he stayed as long to see her wake.

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The next morning the onyx orbs slowly revealed to the world behind the tanned eye lids. The ruler of the Saiya-jin Empire, The Biggest and Strongest Empire that the Universe had ever seen for their leader was the most powerful being there could ever be, pushed himself up, only to meet the slight resistance of his body. He glanced down and saw the fragile female that lay atop him. His eye brows furrowed and narrowed at her. And that's when he remembered last night.

Did he have so little resistance? Did he have so little control? He shot a glare towards the nearest clock. So late already? He slept two additional hours than what he usually took! It was about time he got up. Strangely, he felt a sudden urge not to get up at all at the thought to waking her in her fragile sleep. He slapped himself mentally about even letting the thought entertain his mind. That was definitely not the way a being such as him should be thinking! He didn't care for anyone or anything! Everything and everyone he gave a damn about was only himself!

A knock on the door brought him back to reality as he seriously began to need a distraction for his thoughts were sincerely beginning to consume him and to make his grip on reality and the current situation lessen. He slid out of bed lightly, kicking himself in his mind as he acted so gently towards her, just as he had the night before and ventured over to the huge wooden door.

Bulma's eyes slowly fluttered open when she noticed instantly that the warmth has left the bed. She blinked sleep off her eyes as she looked carefully at Vegeta's actions. He snatched a sheet to cover himself as he opened the door.

"What?" He snapped angrily. The servant behind it did not even budge. It was obviously something very serious if they didn't get scared by their master's demeanour. And so it proved to be when Vegeta heard the news that was to be delivered by the very soldier.

"Sire, a space pod is entering the planet's atmosphere." The King blinked strangely down at the shorter man in subtle question.

"And that's why you came to wake me? It probably is one of those idiots, Toma, Bardock, or whatever." With a dismissive wave Vegeta was about to shrug the whole topic off when the guard stopped him with his following statement.

"It is an unidentified ship, your Majesty. It is not Saiya-jin." His eyes spoke of a scare bigger than the soldier had felt all his life, probably. The flame-haired regal looked strangely at him, wondering what he was trying to say. "We also received a message from the pod." He took out a piece of paper and that was the moment Vegeta noticed that the servant's hands were trembling. He scowled at his subject's weakness. That was one of the things he could tolerate less in the whole Universe. Weakness… He despised weakness… His past being the trigger to his intense feelings, probably. "We demand for the whole planet to surrender immediately and we might let you and your pathetic ruler live. If you refuse, we will be forced to purge the entire race." The young Saiya-jin read in a tone low enough for Bulma to be unable to hear.

Vegeta was silent. He knew very well who had the power to say such a thing. And the other thing he knew was that his destiny had been decided since the day those creatures first saw daylight. He was going to die… It didn't matter that he was a Super Saiya-jin. It didn't matter he had trained all of his life, he had lived to be the King of his race, but only had the chance to take over his kingdom for five years… A pathetic amount of time for a being that had the capacity to live such a long time.

Bulma was still in bed, clutching the other cover to her chest and playing with the argida he had given her. His eyes narrowed even more as he remembered how weak and fragile she had been as a child. How he always took care of her and saved her behind when she got in trouble. He had always been there for her, one way or another. He had always taken care of her, always managed to save her. She had dodged death once… She had given him the power to transform, as much as he hated admitting it through the years, even if it was only to himself. She was special to him… There was no mistake about that one. He couldn't surrender and let those bastards fuck with her.

His jaw line tightened and his head whipped back towards the guard.

"When are they going to land?" The Saiya-jin swallowed dryly. He didn't know how to form the words and let them leave his mouth, all of a sudden. "When?" Vegeta barked loudly, losing both his patience and his temper, making Bulma's direction go back to him once again. Before the poor weakling had the chance to answer, the whole Palace began shaking as something hit the planet. Hard. A growl escaped his throat.

"Right now, sire…"

"And you came to tell me in the last moment? I should have your precious tail for that one!" The King bellowed like a mad-man, making his subject's eyes widen. The coward began shaking his head furiously.

"No, sire! Please not the tail! Please, anything but that!"

"SILENCE!" He demanded before shoving the Saiya-jin out of the room and barking some orders towards his retreating form before he went to get dressed. Bulma was already in a sitting position, looking quizzically at him, demanding with her pleading cerulean eyes for explanation.

Vegeta let his eyes linger on her. At the sight of upcoming death, he suddenly began realizing a lot of things. She looked so broken, yet still she held hope close to her heart. It was obvious in her eyes. She cared so much for everything around her… She was so emotional, so… pure… And weak. He frowned at the last thought. He loathed her for her weakness. He loathed the fact he had to save her every time. He hated the fact of her weakness for he was always the one to come to her rescue when she couldn't take care of herself in a world where the fittest survived.

Why did he care about her? What did she so much mean to him? When did he get so devoted to her? But he knew the answers to all his rhetorical questions. And he knew that devotion was inevitable. Frieza knew that very well too… The dumb fuck even tried to burn another scar into Vegeta's already damaged psyche by raping the girl he cared for in front of the Saiya-jin Prince's very eyes. But he guessed wrong. He never knew the potential Vegeta had always possessed. All he needed was a trigger. And there it was, sitting in front of him, naked in her flawless exotic beauty, waiting for his answer to her subtle question.

He shook his head and continued to dress. He had a lot of things to do. The first one being evacuating his most needed personnel. Bulma stood up, naked as she was, and walked over next to him, turning him around to face her as he was putting his cape on.

"What was that? Tell me! Now! I have the right to know!" She snapped at him. He was not in the mood of resisting, but had no time for pointless chit-chat.

"Get dressed. Immediately! And don't question me! Do as I say!" She glared at him in a disbelieving manner. Was he pulling her leg? How did he ever expect her to do as he, of all people, ordered her? Was he mad or something? Did he have a fever?

"What? You can't just tell me what to do! I am—"

"I am quite aware who you are, woman. I have no time for explaining. Get dressed and pack your most needed stuff. Take a change of clothes, your things and everything that is you might need and meet me here in five minutes." He glanced out of the window and his eyes narrowed. "Maybe you better make them three."

"Are you kidding me?" She gawked at him. "I cannot possibly pack for three minutes and get dressed, Vegeta, you must be mad or something, but I refuse to—"

"The clock is ticking, woman!" He yelled at her as he dashed out of the room towards an unbeknownst to her destination. With a slight huff she threw on a flared skirt and a white shirt, took some of the dresses Vegeta's maids have ensured for her. As much as she didn't like those dresses, she still had no choice, did she? She frowned. She didn't even get the time needed to run some fingers in her hair! It was tied into a complete knot! Then she realized what she had just said in her mind and sighed in defeat. How stupid all of this really sounded.

When she found something to put her things into, she went out of the room, letting her eyes roam over the place, looking for Vegeta's frame. She noticed all the commotion around and she wondered what all of it was about. She did note the worried look written over Vegeta's face when he had the news delivered to him. She could only wonder what had happened.

"You're late. I told you three minutes, and you took ten!" He snapped at her from her side, startling her as he did come out of the shadows, or at least so it seemed to her.

"Excuse me? I'm not Saiya-jin, Vegeta, I can't pack so fast, thank you very much!" She snapped. The small animal by her leg barked, or at least it made a sound that much resembled a bark, at the Saiya-jin King. With a scornful look, Vegeta dismissed the creature, pulling Bulma by her arm into his chambers. He cringed when he heard the screams of pain resounding off the levels of the Palace as the enemy had penetrated the first floor. He went inside and took a deep breath when he locked the door. It wasn't going to help him at all, but the sigh was not one of relief. He had to think and fast.

"Care to share?" Bulma tapped her foot impatiently on the ground.

"You don't need to know anything."

"I can't believe you!" She stomped her foot against the marble carpeted floor of Vegeta's chambers. "Even after last night you're going to act as if nothing ever happened! I can't believe you!" She yelled in frustration. The screams began to get closer and closer.

"Woman!" The Saiya-jin King interrupted her ranting. "We don't have time for this!"

"We never have time for this, Vegeta! But you always take your time to fuck with my mentality, don't you? Is it so much fun to confuse me and to break my heart every single time? What gives you so much pleasure into ruining my life further, Mr. Perfect! I had enough of your useless worthless words! You rarely speak and when you do, all I can hear is insults, non-caring behaviour and you won't ever even call me by my name!"

He didn't even listen to her. He picked her up by her knees and shoved the small trunk-like-thing in her hands as he made a small journey over to the balcony. Beneath were all of the scientists and all of Bulma's friends and crew. Kakarott was also there, looking up directly towards the scene at the balcony's top. Vegeta nodded curtly down at the smaller boy and he nodded back. He hated the boy's guts, but knowing that he possessed the power to take care of the woman's welfare… Well, he had no other option but to entrust the younger Saiya-jin with the task.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She screeched at him with all the power her lungs had. "What are you doing? Vegeta! Say something about all of this, damn you! Do something!" She hit her balled small fists against his chest. The Saiya-jin chuckled at her display of a nerve wreck and just bent his neck down to her and with a brief gentle kiss, he came closer to the rail.

"Good-bye, Bulma." He whispered in her ear, making her beautiful clear sapphire eyes widen in horror and recognition before his hold on her lessened completely, letting her to fall down towards the ground with an immense velocity.

Luckily for him, he managed to do it just in time before the door to his room got broken down. A petite blonde girl and a short black haired boy entered with their chins held up high. They gave the older male each a wicked grin, making a growl emit from his throat. The time had come… His jaw tightened and his fists balled at his sides. He had to defend his planet, his people… and his woman… The only creature whose life depended most on the outcome of this battle… He could only hope that he was going to make it out… alive.

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Panic took control of Bulma's entire being when she felt herself falling. She had little time to release a scream when the firm hold on her body fastened again. She looked at her side, ready to bash Vegeta for the stunt he had tried to pull on her when she noticed that the person that was currently holding her wasn't the same that let her fall. Goku's genuine warm smile beamed at her.

"Hey, Bulma!" He greeted her. "How was the flight?"

"Don't push me, Goku!" She warned him with an un-lady-like growl. Vegeta was definitely influencing her. She got back to her own two feet and let her trunk fall against the ground. She just noticed that the argida that she still had no name for had caught onto her leg when she began falling and was currently dusting itself off. Her eye brow quirked at the creature. It was so fast in its actions it was actually fascinating!

"Where are you going?" ChiChi questioned her, catching onto her wrist in a sad attempt to stop her Queen who was headed right back towards the Palace's entrance.

"Duh! Where could I be possibly going? Back to snap at the asshole for pulling his little stunt on me, of course! What else could I be doing?"

"You don't understand, Miss Bulma." Her boss of the scientists butted into the conversation with a serious look plastered on his face. "We must leave immediately. We must not let ourselves get caught."

"Caught? And just by whom? The boogeyman from our dreams? Come on, you know that there is no threat for us here! After all, Vegeta's there, isn't he? And I intend on going back up there and knocking some sense into that thick skull of his, and—Hey! Just what are you doing? Let go of me!" The girl screamed with all her might and pounded her fists against her long time friend's back as he had grabbed her and thrown her over his shoulder like a bag full of potatoes.

"I can't let you do that, Bulma. You heard the man. We have to leave, and fast!"

"Has the whole Saiya-jin race really united against me today?" She growled out dramatically. They were truly advancing away from the Palace at an immense speed. What was going on there? She had never been allowed to do so much as leave the Palace and now she was taken away from it? What was going on today with everyone! And with her too! She let herself sleep with Vegeta, again, for Heaven's sake! What was she, stupid or something? The nerve of that guy, to kiss her like that and then just to drop her off his balcony!

"Bulma, please!" ChiChi begged desperately. "You don't understand!"

"Not you too, ChiChi!" Bulma slapped her hand against her forehead. Definitely not her day, she decided then.

Before anyone else could say something, the ground shook. Bulma's head shot up and she looked at the Palace that was right in front of her eyes. The base of the building was trembling slightly. Then a blinding light shone, forcing Bulma to close her eyes before she got blinded for life. After a few moments, her eye lids fluttered back open only to have a terrifying sight reveal before her.

The light was probably a transformation of some sort… or an explosion without a sound. The Palace's walls were collapsing, the entire building was dissipating into ashes of what would only remind one of the structure that it had previously been. The majestic edifice was now nothing more than ruins, stones and dust… Nothing of its previous divine glow left to remind one of it.

Bulma stopped resisting. Her eyes clouded and dulled. She stared emptily at the sight before her. She shook Goku off rather easily and looked at the scenery of utter destruction with utter disbelief in her eyes. She was in denial. She couldn't believe this was happening. Her family and world had been bad enough to shatter before her. She felt pain that could never compare to anything. But now… It she felt a different ache…

Now her heart clenched into a tight knot, letting every single drop of blood in her veins and arteries freeze in horror. It was impossible… How could it be?... Vegeta… No!... Vegeta!... He was there, inside! Just a moment ago, she had seen him, she had kissed him, and she could touch him! Her eyes searched the sky desperately for any signs of his survival of the whole situation. But she found nothing but dark clouds that threatened to pour their content over this world… Clouds that reminded Bulma of her current feelings… Betrayal, hurt… But the most dominating of all emotions was fear.

Vegeta had always been her support and she knew it. She could always rely on him. No matter how hard they fought, no matter how badly he hurt her, she always somehow managed to pull through and still come back to his secure warm embrace, feeling alive again, knowing that he would always look after her, no matter what.

And now… The idea that she would never see him again stung hard and strong. She couldn't imagine her life without him making his sarcastic comments on everything she did. She couldn't live this way… Without knowing he was still there, somewhere, living the life she made available for him to take. No… No… Vegeta!

A heart-clenching sorrowful scream echoed throughout the entire area, making grief run through all of the creatures that heard it. A shriek filled with so much emotion…

"VEGETA!"

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The evil duo looked at the consequences of their little assault. They had long ago killed the old man that was really starting to get on their nerves. They could imagine how he was going to react in this situation. He'd bitch at them for being so stupid and 'incompetent' because they let the 'prey' slip. But it didn't really matter as the whole planet was going to be destroyed.

The boy looked at a strange book that lay untouched by the destruction that had erupted throughout the whole building and shattered it into tiny dust. He knelt over and picked it up, flicking through the pages. A smirk crossed his handsome wicked young face as his partner in crime huffed, throwing her blond hair behind her shoulder.

"I can't believe you! I was so going to kill him in a flick of my wrist when you stopped me! It could've been so easy when you insisted we toy with him! How fun was that? Now what do we do, smart ass?" The female demanded, her azure glare stinging hard at her acquaintance's features. The boy stood back up on his two feet and looked at her with an amused expression.

"Why, my dear sister! Don't get so worked up over something so trivial. We will finish everything in time, do not worry your little head with such topics. But now, I think you'll get interested in the connection he seems to have with this,… woman." He threw the small book for his twin to catch. She glared at it and she looked at the first page.

Her eye brow quirked. Wasn't that the name of Earth's former Queen? She read the title. "Bulma Briefs' diary."

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A/N: Dun, dun, dun, dun! They have Bulma's diary! What did she write in it that they can actually use! And Vegeta's dead! What will Bulma do? Survival of the fittest, but she is in by no meaning fit! What will they do? Where will they go? Review to find out!

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