"Between the storm clouds in the gray sky,

When the spilling rain falls on my cheek,

The tears I held back burst out It's over now, now,

Love is over,

I hit my heart,

Even if my heart is bruised,

It's over,

No words can comfort me,

My heart is getting ruined,

I'm just standing here,

When can I let you go?

This foolish waiting,

I'm sick of it,

Love is over,

It's over,

On this lonely road that gets darker and darker,

There is a long shadow with nowhere to go,

Love is over.

It's over."

- Baek Ji-Young (Love is Over)


"I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me."

- Edward Tulane (The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane by Kate DiCamillo)


Episode 10

Love is Over


Vegeta walked regally towards the center of the meadow where Bulma stood with her back on him. Overwhelming confidence and high pride spoke volumes in his presence as he revealed himself from the darkness.

Bulma noticed the sound of his footsteps and turned around but was taken aback by the sight of him as he confidently strolled forward in his royal glory. Bulma gaped at him, completely mesmerized by his domineering presence. Damn, Sadara looked so good in those clothes. He looks like a real… royalty?

Once he was in front of her, the moonlight beamed over him as if it was a spotlight that illuminated his features to reveal his magnificent royal beauty. Bulma didn't even notice herself gaping at him the entire time.

"You once asked me what am I back when I was training you. Now, here I am standing before you in my true self." he said as his lips gave way to a wide smirk that made him look even more handsome. Bulma felt her heart flutter inside her chest at that look.

"I am Vegeta, the Crown Prince of all Saiyans and of Planet Vegeta."

There was no response or reaction from Bulma. She just gaped at him as if she was star strucked by his domineering presence. Vegeta waited but her facial expression remained. It nearly made him want to laugh. But the tension inside him didn't falter. Anytime now, she might attack him in an attempt to kill him. He must concentrate or he might lose control of himself and instinctively kill her.

So he waited some more. Seconds turned into a minute and it caused him worry inside. Is she all right? Of all reactions she could have done, he did not expect her to break into a shock. Did she just stopped dead in front of him out of fear of his presence? Did he overdo it?

He was genuinely beginning to be concerned about her when she abruptly threw her head back and cackled loudly. Vegeta's expression quickly changed into one that was clearly outraged. Why is she laughing like that? Is she mad?

"Wahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahaha! Oh my gosh! Hahahahahahaha! Sadara-sama! Hahahahaha!"

Bulma laughed so boisterously as she buckled over, almost out of breath with laughing so much.

"You! What kind of facade are you up to now, huh? Change outfit? Look at yourself. In all fairness, this armor looks good on you." Bulma complimented with a wide grin as she ran her hands on the pearl white armor and red cape he was wearing, looking over him like he was an item up for sale.

"Wow, you look like a real prince charming! You could have fooled me. You are so handsome! Heehee…" she giggled like a fan girl. "So… What are you going to be tomorrow? A King? Then the next day, you'll be the Galactic Emperor? Hahahahaha!"

Vegeta scowled deeply, glaring at Bulma with eyes that would have made any subject of his cower in fright, but Bulma doesn't seem to notice yet.

"Wait, but isn't this the Crown Prince's Royal Armor?" she asked.

"That's… Right." Vegeta said rather awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable at the way she just responded. He guessed he overdid his disguising put up that she thinks he's still toying around with her.

"My gosh, where did you get this, huh? Take it off immediately before anyone else sees you wearing that. The Crown Prince might sentence you to your death once he learns you stole his armor." Bulma told him.

Vegeta didn't say anything as he gazed up at her with a serious and deathly look on his narrowed, slanted eyes. He tried his best to keep himself from face palming at her unexpected, stupid reaction of his revelation or even blasting her to oblivion for her stupidity.

When Sadara didn't make a move to remove his armor, Bulma pushed him playfully. "Come on! Take that off!" she told him with a laugh but her giggling didn't last long when she finally found his cold, serious eyes staring deeply on her soul. A tingling sensation chilled on her back and made her skin feel goosebumps at that petrifying gaze he was giving her. Bulma's blue eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why is he staring at her that way? It's scary, as if he was dying to eat her alive. She never realized how deep and dark his obsidian eyes were, like it was a potent black hole trying to consume her soul. As if a ruthless, bloodthirsty beast was trapped and sealed inside the depths of those seemingly endless darkness of his eyes.

"W-Why are you looking at me like that?" she enunciated carefully, shrugging uncomfortably at the sudden coldness in their surroundings. "Please don't tell me you are actually being serious…"

Bulma hoped not. Oh how she wished this was just another joke of his since he always like doing that around with her with his disguises. But then, why is it that in her heart now, she feels like this was the verity?

"Do I even appear like I was kidding you around, woman?" he growled at her, completely annoyed.

Bulma blinked at how imperious and domineering he sounded. She merely stared at him as she suddenly realized the lots of times she thought how he looked, acted and sounded like royalty. The times when the people around him seemed to be scared of him, from the time she was forced to pretend as Gure, she noticed how the Saiyans looked at him with fear and respect whenever he took his cloak off back when they first ate at Citao's eatdone, then they seemed to address him but was cut off with a glare before they could say anything. But she supposed it was only because of the rumors spreading about the Grim Reaper being actually him. She recalled how she was so surprised when he told her he could say anything to the crown prince so casually. (Refer to Episode 1).

"Because I told her if she was able to take my advice, I will tell the prince to give her a better place to do her business."

Bulma's eyes went huge as saucers. "You're telling that to Prince Vegeta?"

Sadara nodded with a smug look. Bulma pointed a finger at him. "You can actually tell that so casually to him? I mean like… as if you're trying to order the crown prince of this entire planet around? Are you that favorable to him?"

He smirked and nodded.

He once told her that the crown prince favored him so much that he believes everything he says to him. (Refer to Episode 1)

"And you're actually defying a direct order from the prince?" Bulma pointed out as a matter of factly.

Sadara shrugged, "He won't know. He believes in everything I say."

He also freed her from being enslaved by Broco when he fetched Gure despite the Crown Prince's order to take only Gure as if he could make his own decisions. The way he and the Crown Prince were both in a terrible temper when she first entered the palace because of her lie. (Refer to Episode 2). The way the Crown Prince's protectors reacted when she touched him when she first came in Bardock's house. He also appeared to know what the Crown Prince wants to be his breakfast, how she was not scolded after her late serving, how he made Celerie and the other cooks get out of the kitchen and how he even dared to bark orders to her boss. (Refer to Episode 3).

"Why are you so curious now?" Sadara once slipped his tongue on her when she asked him what the Crown Prince looked like. "Just look at me. He is as handsome as I am! Bwahahahahahahahaha!"

He also gets offended everytime she makes fun of the Crown Prince and call him terrible nicknames. (Refer to Episode 6)

"Hey, Sadara-sama. Are you angry that I called Prince Vegeta nicknames you didn't like? I mean… The way you answered my question, you seem to be fond of defending that bastard and saying nice things about him when everyone speaks ill things about him."

"You know nothing." Sadara snapped at her without bothering to look back.

"And you think you know him?"

"What if I say that I do?! What if I know every little thing about him?! Things no one else knows about! You know nothing of the Crown Prince and you dared to speak ill of him before his generals! I couldn't care less about any of it, or if he learns about it and destroys you to atoms but… Why do you anger me so much?"

That time in the library when Goyo also said that only the Crown Prince of the Saiyans could come in. (Refer to Episode 6)

"Sadara-sama, he said only the Crown Prince is allowed to come in here."

"Yes, that's right."

"So what are you doing in here?" she asked.

"Huh? Ah! I'm the assistant librarian in here. My duty is to provide the Crown Prince his reading materials."

Earlier, when he interrogated her about the fake order issued with the Crown Prince's seal…

"What are you now? A police officer? An artist?"

"I can be anything I want. Now, stop changing the topic and answer the damn question, woman!"

And then Horenso's words came to her mind. (Refer to Episode 8)

"Now, I see why the Crown Prince has taken a liking to an alien slut like you! You are a feisty woman! Just like how a Saiyan wants of his woman…" Horenso growled. "Do you even know who you were always talking to? Fehehehehe…"

"So you have no such idea. Poor girl. I heard you hated Prince Vegeta for destroying your home planet. Too bad you didn't know he was making a fool out of you all this time. Fahahahaha!"

"Wh-what do you mean? What are you saying?"

"You see… That guy… isn't what you always think of him to be." Horenso said. "That one whom you called for help… That Grim Reaper, Sadara…"

And now… Now… Here he was in front of her. He just openly admitted to her the truth to what he actually is. Despite knowing how much she hated and cursed the Saiyan Prince with all her heart.

"You once asked me what am I back when I was training you. Now, here I am standing before you in my true self. I am Vegeta, the Crown Prince of all Saiyans and of Planet Vegeta."

Bulma slowly shook her head in disbelief as she gazed at him with wide, terrified eyes.

"W-w-what? H-h-how? I-Impossible!" she gasped in horror. If it was indeed true that Sadara's true identity is the Crown Prince, Vegeta then… then…

She recalled how she kissed him during the lantern festival and how she confessed how she likes him. (Refer to Episode 8).

"Emotions like love are a downfall. Warriors such as myself are not allowed to love another being for it could become our greatest weakness. If you continue this, then you're going to die. And you know I wouldn't want that."

"No!" she shrilled. She cannot believe it. She refused to believe it was possible. She even hoped for him to say he was kidding around, but the look on his face says it all. Unfortunately, this was the truth. Everything she realized only now was true.

That Sadara is actually Prince Vegeta himself.

"No!" she screamed out once again. "No, no, no!"

How could she do that to the very person she loathed the most her entire lifetime? Admitting she liked him and actually kissed him?! She cursed his name to the infernal regions of hell every day and every night, living with a single purpose of taking revenge on him for what he did to her family, her home planet and her life.

Vegeta could see the tears about to flow from her eyes as realization finally dawned on her. He smirked as he crossed his arms over his breast plate and decided to tell her a story.

"Thirteen years ago, I came to Earth with Raditz in order to fetch Kakarot who was sent there to purge the planet out of life. We found he had failed to do his mission and so I decided to have some fun and do it by myself. By the time we landed, I carefully planned out how Raditz and I were supposed to pick up Kakarot and kill the humans when a little girl suddenly got out of nowhere when she overheard our plan."

Bulma seemed to know what Vegeta was talking about. She tried to remember that memory. She was playing in the woods when she found some sort of space pod had plummeted from the sky. She raced towards where it landed and overheard a bossy young boy planning to kill the inhabitants of Earth.

"At first, I believed she was a young soldier of Earth, but then I quickly realized how fragile she looked. A weakling even Raditz alone could easily squash with his fingers. But then, I was completely mistaken when she exhibited an ability quite unexpected. She was able to send Raditz flying away with the powerful ray gun she held in her hand."

Bulma vaguely remembered the long haired bully who dared to treat her like a dog as a child, it made her so mad she fired her electromagnetic ray gun towards him. She just realized today that the mean boy was Raditz himself. Was that the reason why he seemed to be so vitriolic and angry at her?

Vegeta continued telling her the story, looking like he didn't care about how she would feel at all. "I approached the girl and asked a few queries about the ray gun she just used. I initially supposed that everyone on Earth have those dangerous weapons that could be enough to kill a low class Saiyan warrior. But the girl said no and that she invented it by herself. I asked her age and she said that she was five, a year younger than I was. I was truly impressed. How could someone as young as this female child be able to invent things such as that ray gun? What if the humans have this sort of talent? What could the girl possibly do when she grows up? What if the Galactic Emperor finds out about the Earth and what the humans are capable of? What if Frieza gets his hands on this female child? All those what ifs became a threat to me. I cannot risk the Galactic Empire and the Frieza Army to become any more potent than what they were at the time. And thus I took Raditz with me and returned to Planet Vegeta to lead my royal army to purging the Earth.

"I commanded the retrieval of all humans fit to serve my Kingdom and kill the rest that are not. At that time, I originally planned to kill you myself so I ordered Raditz and some of my soldiers to find you and along your entire family for me but you were able to get away. I killed your family out of my rage at my soldier's failure to ascertain you. After that, I decided to let you be since I know that one day, you will come for me once you learned what I did to your beloved family. I knew that right from the start.

"But I was an impatient boy. So impatient that I wanted to know what you were up to or what has happened to you. That's why I decided to lay on a facade and disguise as Sadara. I searched every night for you, for the sole purpose of wanting to see you once more. I was able to create my Hibiktus out of that desire but it failed me since I have no idea what you look like at the time. It took me thirteen years to find you again, that time when you tried to defend me against those four low class Saiyan trash. I hardly recognized you at the time since you have already grown up but it was Raditz who recognized you. I only realized that the Earthling girl I was awaiting for almost thirteen years was you after all when you told me about your childhood inventions when I started training you for this day."

Bulma finally remembered it all now. Yes, the bossy young boy who questioned her that day was the same one standing right in front of her! It was then she realized that it all started because of that dreadful day. It was because of her that he saw her and the Earth as a menace to him that he purged her home planet. It was because of her that he wiped out everyone she cared about. He planned it all out, to make her life a living hell, all because of his pride, in order to eliminate those he found to be greater threats to him and his realm.

It's totally because of her.

All because of her.

Tears streamed down her face at the hurtful realization.

"What's the matter? I thought you said you would kill me when you meet me in person?" he teased as he sauntered forward, his expression was menacing with that broad smile on his lips.

Bulma instinctively stepped back in an effort to move herself away from this heartless bastard. Her shock was beyond anything she could ever conceive of. After all the times she spent with Sadara, the times he made her heart flutter and her mind go crazy about him, it would all come to this. This moment she has been waiting for her entire life, which didn't turn out the way she had always expected.

"Come along now, don't make me regret the nights I spent training you for this very moment." Vegeta taunted once more with a mocking smile.

The stunned look over Bulma's face quickly changed into a furious one as she bellowed in rage and blindly punched him on his face. It failed to hurt him as much as it should be but it made his head snap on the side. It hurt her hand hitting him like that, but she didn't worry. Her blue eyes blazed with her ire, but soon tears were starting to form and fell down her cheeks. Deep down, her heart broke to millions of pieces, aching so much she felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

"How dare you show yourself to me like this, as if everything that has taken place was nothing to you?!" She hollered. "You destroyed my life, killed my entire family and blew up my home world, and now you played at me, making me a fool, you fucking heartless beast! I don't care about your selfish reasons! What you did is beyond inexcusable! I will never forgive you!

"If you had not come to Earth, then I… I would still be experiencing a life with my family in my home planet! I wouldn't have suffered so much! You have no idea how much I've gone through in order to survive! I detest you! I curse you down to the deepest nether regions of hell, you! You heartless monster! Why do you have to kill and destroy like that as if the lives of people are nothing but toys you could rid of so easily?! Why do you cause this much pain to others, you devil?! Why me?! Why?! Why?!" she bellowed as she attacked him blindly, but Vegeta easily blocked each of her attacks like they were nothing. That smirk on his lips was irking her so much, it was as if he was mocking her inability to really hurt him. She detested it, hated him, hated everything about him! She only wished she could kill him and she would kill him a million times over but…

But…

But… Her heart told her that she couldn't. Not because he was stronger than her and that she was a powerless human who would never hold a candle to his abilities alone. It was because she once fell in love with him. She loved him so much. But today, he was a totally different person. This was not the man she fell in love with. This was the man who made her life miserable. The man she greatly despised of all people in the cosmos.

"Perhaps, if you had not shown yourself before me, you would have perished along the rest of your pathetic race. I could not risk myself having that much pests alive, I'd rather deal with one pathetic girl than billions." Vegeta said icily.

Bulma could not believe he just said that! The words piercing like icicles in her chest. So this is his true personality? The remorseless, cold-blooded prince. If she knew the truth, she was anticipating him to be the concerned, conceited and funny guy he once showed her before being Sadara.

Such a detestable guy! He's completely rotten to the core! At once she realized how much it hurts for her to trust and like this guy for a facade she had never seen coming.

Bulma charged at him once more, fueled by rage, regret and emotional pain. She was blinded by her emotions. She kept on attacking him relentlessly for as long as her stamina could allow her, calling him names related to heartless beasts and malevolent demons and screaming a string of curses that would damn him to hell for all infinity.

"That's more like it." he stated with a broad, malevolent smirk.

She failed to hit him though since he was still able to block them all easily with his hands. In the end, she slithered on the grass, weeping her heart out.

Vegeta watched at her with his unemotional gaze as she fell to her knees on the grass in front of him, totally broken. She wailed loudly like a small fry. In his hardened heart, he felt a pang he had never felt before. It were her tears that brought him that torture. When she thought she was unable to hurt him when she tried attacking him, she failed to understand how much pain this revelation brought him emotionally. Yet, because of his proud, strong personality, he refused to show her just how much he was broken inside too. He would gladly take this pain for now than having her suffer even more if they continued their former friendship.

Vegeta quietly snorted, "Hmph! Is that everything you got? I was expecting more coming from you. I'm disappointed." he stated. He peered down at her, his piercing deathly eyes looking straight into her puffy blue eyes. She glared up at him angrily, defiant. He could see the hatred and acrimony in her azure gems and he loved it and hated it at the same time.

"Fuck you!" she spewed at him hatefully.

"Hmmmm… What should I do with you now? Should I kill you for attacking and cursing me or should I let you live with another opportunity to get back at me? I wonder. I wonder…" he mused thoughtfully as he straightened himself, gazing at her like some kid observing an ant he was planning to squash with his fingers.

After a few tensed moments of the two simply having a glaring match, Vegeta slowly turned around and vanished into the forest. He held his expression as stony and domineering as he could until he reached his Training Room. After he commanded everyone that he wanted to left alone, he set off his training. He planned this one to be an intense one, in order to forget the disgusting emotion withering from the deepest part of his core. He furiously and relentlessly punched and kicked through the gentle wind, hitting invisible enemies. He wanted to kill and destroy to smithereens. His anger rose as he remembered Bulma's words in the meadow. She won't be able to understand why he killed the humans and destroyed the Earth even as he gave her the explanation she deserved. All she saw was the evilness and cruelty he did. She called him a freak, a demon, heartless and ruthless, she didn't seem to remember that he showed her his softness a lot of times. She probably believed it was all a facade but it was the truth, despite his disguise to hide his real identity to her, everything else he showed her were genuine.

Why did it bother him so much? Why was he so mad? Why did he even care that she failed to see his true intention? Isn't this what he truly desired? For her to detest him so she would rid herself away from him in order to protect her from his father, the council and the strict and ruthless laws of the royal palace?

He couldn't bear to lose her. He just can't. That was the answer he was looking for but failed to swallow it. He halted his attacks and slid downward on the floor where he finally put down his aloof facade and let out all the tears and emotions he was trying to contain the entire time he was in the meadow. He repeatedly slammed his fists on the tiled floor as he let out a loud outcry.

Once again, he cursed the gods for making him the Crown Prince of all Saiyans and the most powerful being among his kind. It was the only reason why he really couldn't be free to do everything he ever desired to do.

It's over.

~=o-O-o=~

It was pouring outside.

The raindrops and the wind it brought was cold but Bulma didn't care. At least, she could cry her heart out now. Her tears will be concealed by the rain drops on her face while her whimpering would be overwhelmed by the sound of thunder and the storm.

She sat on the center of the meadow for hours already, continuously weeping and regretting her failure to avenge her self, her family and her homeworld, at the trust and love she had for Sadara whom she never thought was the man she hated.

Regret.

Failure.

Shame.

Disappointment.

Her heart felt like it has been crushed to millions of tiny pieces, aching, longing, wondering what's going to happen to her at once. She was deceived by the man she learned to trust and depend on. How about his other friends - his Generals and Protectors? They must have been lying to her as well. She hurtfully realized that she was now alone, with no one to trust to, with no one to depend to.

No one.

Alone.

Loneliness.

Once again, she felt the loneliness of a young girl who's lost her family in an unforgettable nightmare. She could merely wish that everything that has happened to her was just a long, bad dream far from reality. She hoped to wake up anytime soon.

Anyone, please wake me up.

Only this was reality. And reality hurts so much that she could experience the pain gnawing at her chest. Why is it so painful?

Why?

They say you are in-love when you are hurting from the inside.

Why?

Why him? Of all the people, why him? She hated him to the core. He was the root of all her sorrows. She should have forgotten her affections for him when she got word of his true nature. Why is it still there?

Why is there a doubt in her mind?

That uncertainty is the reason why she is hurting.

~=o-O-o=~

Break ups.

They say that men and women shared a different way with coping up with break ups in a relationship. Just like Limerence, it could cause heartache and harm, not just on the person affected but to those close to them as well.

According to the Kubler-Ross Study, There are Five Stages of Grief until Acceptance. Grieving could also be felt once you lost a serious relationship with someone whom you really like. A person would undergo through the following stages in order to cure their grieving heart.

The first stage is Denial: The person left behind is unable to admit that the relationship is over. They may continue to seek the former partner's attention…

The following morning was a dreadful day. Dreadful because the usual tension almost everyone working in the Crown Prince's Royal Palace feels had grown more terrifying than it ever was.

The Crown Prince emanated the fearsome charisma of a cold and ruthless Saiyan warrior once again. What's more terrifying was the quiet demeanor and his emotionless yet piercing and domineering expression on his facial expression. His dark eyes held nothing there, as if his soul had been taken out from his body.

He looked more intimidating today compared to the former days, and nobody wanted to cross his path, for they fear that he would lose his control and murder them all on the spot.

After Nappa had carefully groomed him up for this morning's royal assembly, Vegeta regally walked out of his dressing room without saying any word. Yes, he was especially quiet today and that's what was making Nappa worried. It was indeed scarier than Vegeta talking big and being troublesome. He didn't know what was wrong and was afraid to ask the reason for Vegeta to shut everyone out one time again. He quickly followed his prince to escort him along with the other three Generals, who were brushed aside.

Vegeta went to his dining table to eat his sumptuous and tasty breakfast made by his chefs and cooks. He frowned when he couldn't sense Bulma's ki on the other position where the cooks waited. Possibly, she didn't want to work for him anymore and somehow, it sparked his ire, but he immediately decided to let her be for now. There were still lunch, dinner and probably a midnight snack to ensure.

So after he was done with his breakfast, he rose and sauntered out of his palace to attend the royal assembly.

During the meeting, his father quickly noticed his foul mood when all he did was to glare murderously at anyone speaking in the council. He didn't speak of anything though. But he truly desired to kill everyone in here so badly but couldn't do it anyways because of the law.

After the assembly, Vegeta would come to the training room and start to train his warrior's skills vigoriously. He would only finish when he was going to eat. He sensed that Bulma didn't do anything for him the entire day and it has made him angrier.

The words he spoke first for the entire day was a furious bellow, "Tell Celerie to come before me NOW!"

When the head chef came to his presence and knelt down in submission, he quickly demanded of Bulma and what she was doing the entire day. He even ordered her to terminate anyone who refused to work and send them out of the palace. But when Celerie told him of Bulma's current situation, he quickly relented and disappeared to see Bulma for himself.

Bulma was dreaming of a fairy tale.

Once upon a time, there was a little Princess with pigtails who loved inventing things. She was acclaimed as a child genius, even for a young child. Everyone adored her and looked up to her. She had a loving family, a proud father who taught her lots of things, a cheerful mother who enjoys baking cakes and pastries for her and a beautiful, creative sister who loves to tell her bedtime stories about aliens.

One day, the young Princess came to the woods to play with her newly invented ray gun.. As her imaginative mind created invisible creatures for her to battle, she discovered a round white pod plummet down from the sky. The Princess curiously peeked in to find an evil alien prince planning to destroy the world. The courageous Princess bravely stepped forth to stop the evil Prince from destroying the Earth.

Little did she know was that this encounter would change her life forever.

The Princess was able to scare the Evil Prince away, but he later returns to Earth, bringing his entire army with him to destroy the world.

That dreadful day she lost everything she ever had.

The Princess, who once shined like the brightest star became a fallen star all of a sudden. She was taken to a prison cell and later was forced into slavery, without knowing whatever happened to her parents and older sister.

Vegeta stared down at his dearest as she moaned and shouted in her sleep, back at her sleeping quarters. She was burning up with fever for being soaked in the rain all night yesterday. She was terribly sick that was why she couldn't go to work.

He resolved to return to her since there was a strange, annoying feeling in his heart that just wouldn't leave him alone. It was his guilt that he lied to her once again. He didn't tell her that aside from disguising as Sadara, everything else was honest. But he couldn't tell her that. It would be a huge blow to his pride to do so.

What else can he do?

He certainly was no fool. He could tell that he worried for this woman so much, love her most likely. Only this was a forbidden love even he couldn't fight for. Because if he fought back, then he would risk losing everything he worked so hard to hold dear.

She must be having a nightmare. She was probably dreaming of the day he took away everything she ever had. He was a villain, a Maleficent to a Sleeping Beauty. In his heart, he badly wanted to be the Prince who saved her instead. But he destroyed her, made her suffer so much.

His cold heart ached because he knew he was the cause for her misery.

He lifted his hand to gently stroke her hair away from her forehead where a wet towel rests. She moaned for her mother, father and older sister, and it caused his heart ache even more.

Her long eyelids fluttered at his touch and she slowly opened her eyes halfway. Her breathing was ragged and shallow.

"Sadara-sama…" she whined in a soft, weak voice. Vegeta's eyes widened and his muscles tensed when she found him next to her. "I dreamed of my dad… mom and neechan… It was a happy dream… I was happy… Because… At least, I was able… To be with them… In that dream…"

She let out a long, shaky breath.

"Why… Didn't he… kill me as well? Why don't you… Kill me… Now? I… Want… To be with them… I… Missed them so much…" Her voice gave out into tears. "Why? Why does it have to be you? Of all people why did I… Why did I… Hyeeeeeeh!"

She lost consciousness once more after a while of crying and denying the truth that she loved Prince Vegeta who she loathed the most. The prince could only watch at her with a broken heart in his hardened chest.

Vegeta sneered and snorted to himself, "Hmph! Idiot woman, do you think I could live knowing that I killed you? Tch!"

But then… Perhaps, death might be a mercy to her as of now.

"I am not going to kill you. I am not going to hurt you anymore, either. You've lived through so much pain because of me. That's why I did this to protect you. You may be hurting because you found out who I am and what I did to you in the past, but… I'm sorry for many things I did that made you suffer tonight. Only then I found out that I don't actually regret the things I have done. I'm regretful that I lied to you about my true identity because I was afraid of losing you, but then I realized that losing you is more of a comfort than having you suffer even more because of me. Don't worry, from this day onward, I will be protecting you. You will never hurt again the way you hurt before."

His words were barely a whisper in the gentle wind. He could merely wish he could say these words to her so freely, though. But these words were painful and too emotional for him as it were words that would be his last for her. Goodbye words. He intended to protect her by getting rid of her.

Now that he was able to say (or more likely, whisper) those words to her, he felt a little better now.

Or so he believed…

~=o-O-o=~

Second stage: Anger. The Person left behind may blame the departing partner or himself…

Vegeta has absorbed himself with his training within the past days. Rage filling up his chest. Aggravated at the fact that he still couldn't sense Bulma in the other room when he's eating his food, even if she's already fine. Rage at himself for trying to stalk her around every night like some desperate fool. Hate at her as he heard her furious denial whenever she thinks of him.

What made him angrier was that he wasn't doing anything. He couldn't do anything, because of his pride. Just thinking about her and the things he wanted to do with her made him so mad.

It was completely maddening!

The fact that she was his first love and his first kiss made him even more livid.

The same fact made her angry too. But Bulma's own anger only becomes tears and a string of vicious curses directed to him, herself, and to whoever deity bestowed this horrible fate upon her.

Their anger clearly affected everyone around them as well. Terror had taken the hearts of everyone in the palace everytime Vegeta walked by. His temper was at its most petrifying peak, as if he would lose control any moment and murder someone on the spot.

Bulma, on the other hand, had affected her co-workers and their work. Even Celerie didn't want to deal with her ferocious temper as of now.

~=o-O-o=~

Third Stage: Bargaining.

Bulma sat alone on her bed one night, staring at Sarada, the black cat plushie she got from the Lantern Festival. It reminds her so much of Sadara, especially those dark, evil looking eyes and the smug smirk.

She was talking to it, telling it the things she was currently thinking about evil Vegeta and the good natured Sadara. Debating about his good and bad qualities as if she was making a choice.

"He is Sadara, he is a scary Grim Reaper but despite his scary reputation, he has a soft side. He likes helping people. He also wants to motivate them despite being grouchy and arrogant. He is also a funny guy. He loves making jokes and pretending as someone. He seems to be a very intelligent man loves teasing me as if I'm some dog but… He was the one Saiyan guy who I felt much comfortable with despite his sometimes grouchy and strict nature. But…

"He is also Vegeta, the ruthless Crown Prince of these barbaric Saiyans. He destroyed my home and made my life miserable. He also killed my entire family. He is the reason why I suffered so much…"

"But don't you think that maybe he has changed? I mean, come on. It has already been thirteen years, Bulma. Maybe he did change. In fact, he has saved your life from Broco and Horenso." Bulma said in a different voice as she lightly shook at her plushie, as if it was Sarada talking back to her.

Bulma frowned, considering that suggestion.

"Is that even possible? For someone like Vegeta to change into a completely different person? From an evil bastard who loved to kill people and destroying worlds into someone who helps and saves people?" she wondered out loud. She shook her head. "No! Impossible. His actions are suspicious. It's terrifying to think of!"

She pouted as she laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling of her quarters and mumbled, "Maybe if he had come here and apologize…"

She suddenly screamed as she swayed her arms and legs like a spoiled kid not getting whatever she wanted. "Aaaaaargh! I'm going crazy! What the hell am I thinking?! He will never apologize! He has no heart to even feel a slightest remorse!"

Meanwhile, Vegeta glared at his life-size doll (the one that looks exactly like him) he named Sadara sitting on a sofa across his cushion seat inside his private quarters.

"What are you looking at?!" he snapped at it as if it would answer him.

"You should go and see her." he imagined the doll was telling him these words through telepathy.

"No! I will not go over there and say sorry! I'm not sorry! Never!"

"But what if she gives you a chance since you have showed her kindness?"

"Chance? What chance? What do you even know?! She called me a heartless demon! A ruthless monster! How would she give me a chance?! Plus… I don't need her chance! I don't care! Hmph!" he huffed as he childishly crossed his arms over his chest and lift his chin up in the air.

Nappa was jolted from his position outside the Crown Prince's bed room when he heard Vegeta talking by himself in his room. His thick brows crinkled together in mystery as stepped on the door.

"Your highness, are you alright?" he suddenly heard Nappa asking by the door. Vegeta quickly turned his head to the direction of his attendant, gasping in shock and snarled quietly to himself for this ridiculousness.

"Yes, Nappa. I am fine." he answered after a while, before he pressed his face on his pillow in embarrassment.

Bulma couldn't sleep overthinking about Sadara. Her discombobulated thoughts annoyed her so she decided to walk out to get some fresh air. It was already dark outside, with only the moonlight and the stars giving a dazzling shine to the blackness of the deep night. The wind was cold too and she shivered at the breeze that blow on her arms. She decided to stroll around, without any particular place in her mind. A few minutes later, she realized she was on the meadow. A sound of footsteps had brought her to reality and when she turned around, she found Vegeta over there. He just stood there unmoving, like some cold statue of a greek god. The pale moonlight enlightening his handsome face. His jaw was clenched hard in tension as a scowl etched deep on his stony expression. His dark eyes looking away from her.

After gaping for a few, intensed seconds at his magnificent royal appearance, Bulma snapped herself back to reality and quickly decided to leave.

Why does she have to see him again?!

However, before she could do that, Vegeta's right hand quickly shot up to grab her left forearm behind her.

"Wait!" he said rather harshly. He was so tensed and angry that his hold on her felt like iron claws to Bulma.

Bulma flinched at the pain but refused to look at him. Her tears had formed once again on her eyes, making her sight blurry. She felt her heart ache once again. All those terrible things he did and the moments they shared before she learned of his true identity came back like a karma.

"I…" The prince opened his mouth to say something. Anything for her to understand his reasoning. To explain to her the things she misunderstood. To tell her the truth she saw as a lie. But before he could say anything more, she spoke.

"Please let me go," she pleaded. "I… I don't want to see you anymore…"

Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he gritted his teeth together, the words cutting through the walls of his hardened heart as if a ki blast had pierce through it. His fingers on her forearm twitched, but his hard hold on her had reduced. He just stared at her back with an unemotional look. After he had gone through several mind debates within himself whether to see her again or not, he was here. He was here to tell her the truth she deserved to know. It's not like he's going to apologize or anything but he thought he should clear the misunderstanding she have of him. But after hearing those cold hearted words coming from her, he felt somehow embarrassed. Why is he even here anyways? He already knew she would just avoid him and push him away if he showed himself to her. He felt like a fool and he cursed himself for this stupidity.

Well, at least, he wasn't a coward. He still faced her even if he knows that. However, the words he was supposed to tell her changed.

"Well, I do not want to see you anymore either!" he said as he slightly pushed her off, causing her to stumble on the ground. She regained her balance and shot him a glare. He snorted at that fierce look of her. "Just so you know, you are in my personal space, woman. Run along now before I blast you to the next dimension." and as to make his threat real, he charged his Galick Beam as he pointed a finger on her direction.

Bulma just frowned at him as she turned her heels and ran away in humiliation. Vegeta was left on the meadow, mentally kicking himself for being a desperate fool, feeling as if his high pride had been shattered before him due to his own imprudence. He really should not come here. Why is he even hoping for her to accept him? He was getting rid of her! He sat on the grass and pressed his palms over his temples.

It's really over.

~=o-O-o=~

Fourth stage: Depression…

One week later…

"Seems like the Crown Prince has skipped the assembly today once again." King Vegeta observed as he looked down at the royal court below him at the throne room.

"Your Majesty, Prince Vegeta has become irresponsible and rebellious once again. The Crown Prince's palace is once again in chaos. According to General Nappa, he's been training non-stop inside his Training Chambers for the entire week. He refused to eat, drink or rest. He would also blast anyone who dared to interrupt him in his training." Zorn reported.

The king sighed again. Is the slave girl the reason for this audacious behavior of his son?

"Your Majesty," Paragus bowed down. "I strongly suggest that you take the necessary measures to dethrone the Crown Prince before anything bad happens to the Royal House."

King Vegeta's face turned furious at that suggestion.

"What?! Dethrone?!" the king roared.

"I am sure that you already know the reason why, Your Majesty. The rumors of his love affair with a lowly alien slave has been quite a talk. I am sure that the Crown Prince is acting this way because of her."

So the Prime Minister was thinking of the same thing. How impudent of him to suggest this now upon seeing the situation the Royal Family was going through.

"Vegeta said that he has no affections for the girl and that the rumors are exaggerated. I do not think rumors are enough for me to agree to have my only son dethroned, Prime Minister Paragus! And the Crown Prince was just training. I am sure he has better reasons for him to concentrate on becoming stronger than being depressed over a woman!"

"And yet, he is neglecting his position and responsibilities as the Crown Prince! You should stop spoiling and defending him when what he's doing isn't right!"

"Are you trying to order me around?!" The furious king bellowed, his anger caused him to rise from being seated on his throne. It immediately made Paragus shut up and realized he's gone too far. "Prime Minister Paragus, why do you persist in suggesting for Vegeta to be dethroned so badly?! Do you know that this could be considered as treason to the Royal Crown!"

Paragus bitterly lowered his head, "My apologies, your Majesty. It is only a mere suggestion as I am only concerned of the foundation of the Royal House. Please forgive my rudeness."

The King simply glared at the Prime Minister coldly before he announced, "I have spoken to the Crown Prince about his rumored love affair with the slave girl. He persists that he doesn't have any affections for her. I know it is hard to believe when the rumors we hear are something we trust more considering the Crown Prince's rebellious nature. That is why I have come to a decision to assure everyone the foundation of the Royal House. Minister of Rites!"

The small and pudgy elder Saiyan whose name was Daizu stepped forward and knelt, "Yes, your Majesty!" he cried out.

"Prince Vegeta is currently eighteen years old. The Saiyan Law states that a Crown Prince is only allowed to mate when he is at twenty years old. As King, I command that the Law consider this as a special case in order to strengthen the Royal Family. I command the Issue of the Marriage Restriction Order and ban all Saiyan Females in the noble families aged fourteen to eighteen years old for the selection of the next Saiyan Crown Princess!"

Everyone looked up to the King as if he'd grown a second head. This is quite a surprise. No, this is a threat to the opposition. If Prince Vegeta mated and created a new heir apparent to the throne next to himself. When that happens then it would be harder for them to take away the Royal family's authoritative power. Plus, it would definitely end the rumors they could use to dethrone the arrogant prince.

This can't be happening.

~=o-O-o=~

Nappa joined the three other Generals of the Crown Prince with eating their lunch at their position in the palace. He slumped on the table, completely exhausted and depressed. Kakarot, Raditz and Broly looked at him, waiting for the news about the Crown Prince, who has not left his training room for the past five days already.

"How is he?" asked Raditz in concern.

Nappa merely grunted as he swayed his head, "Don't get me started…" he sighed. "He still refused to get any food." he said as he rubbed his bald head, the stress and worry etched on his face was unmistakable.

Earlier, he went to the Crown Prince's Training Room to serve him his breakfast in there, along with Celerie and a few palace maids. Vegeta immediately blasted him out of the doorway as soon as he stepped in, sending him flying to the ground outside. The sumptuous breakfast his cooks have prepared have spilled all over the floor.

"How many times do I have to tell you to leave me the fuck alone?!" The foul mouthed prince roared furiously in the air following that blast. "The next time you disobey my order, I will obliterate you and send you all to oblivion!"

Raditz sighed anxiously as he turned to his younger brother. He once asked Kakarot to talk to Vegeta about whatever happened to him, but just like Nappa, Kakarot was immediately sent barreling outside and turning tail for dear life upon quickly triggering the foul mouthed prince's wrath. Thus he sent Kakarot to find Bulma instead in hopes of getting information from her about Sadara. But just like Vegeta, no one could get through her either. She refused to speak or notice him and she does seem like a soulless little thing. As if she was dead on the inside. Kakarot tried asking Chichi, but she has no idea what was occurring to her friend too.

It seemed that both Vegeta and Bulma had shut the entire world out of their own and the Crown Prince being this way got the Generals extremely anxious about what's to become of their ruthless crown prince.

"I had a feeling that Prince Vegeta's behavior had something to do with Bulma." Kakarot said. "I'm afraid that he might regress back to the way he used to be because of whatever took place between them."

Nappa added, "I'm too afraid because he's turning into an icicle once again." Icicle is what they refer to the cold and piercing mood the Crown Prince was in whenever he shuts down. "Plus, he's been overworking himself with his training without every bit much as a break. I wonder if he pees and poops inside the training room too."

"Likely not," Broly muttered in his usual emotionless tone.

"And he's been talking to himself lately too. Just himself. He refused to speak anything to any of us."

"Nappa, did you know something about what happened before Vegeta started to act this way?" Raditz asked.

The burliest General shrugged before he articulated in a low voice, "I just heard that His Majesty was mad about the rumors and scandals of Prince Vegeta seeing his cook on a disguise. And last time His Majesty asked to see His Highness, they talked about it. I heard the king was planning to issue the Marriage Restriction Order to select the Future Princess Successor rightful to become Prince Vegeta's mate in order to end the scandal."

The three other Generals' eyes widened at that.

"What? Marriage Restriction Order?" they all said in unison. The trio of them looked at each other in question.

"Did he finally tell her the truth?" Raditz asked in a low voice.

"That could be right since Bulma was being distrustful lately too." Kakarot said.

"Well, that's better than having them both in danger." Broly muttered in relief.

"I'm concerned though. Something isn't right with the way they are behaving. Something isn't clear, perhaps a misunderstanding."

"Kakarot, don't tell me you're thinking of… I'm warning you. If you step into this, Vegeta would kill you." Raditz said.

"We don't have to tell him, you know." Kakarot smiled. "And since when did you start caring anyways?" he let out a sweet grin at his older brother that made Raditz's face go red in embarrassment.

"Of course I would care since you are my idiotic little brother." Raditz shouted.

"Aww… Isn't that sweet?"

They suddenly heard Zorn announced outside. "His Majesty has come!"

The four Generals looked at each other with wide eyes before they quickly rose in attention as if their butts have been pricked by needles. The door gradually opened and the proud King Vegeta strode in. The four Generals lowered their heads in respect as they put their fists over their left breast plate.

"How's Yon doing?" asked the King without much concern in his face.

Nappa replied humbly, "Your Majesty, it is with my grief-stricken heart that I report that the Crown Prince refused to do anything aside from training vigorously inside his training room within these past five days. We tried our best to ease whatever he was going through, but he proceeded to shut us down. I am greatly afraid that he might return to the way he's used to be if this goes on."

The king let out a breath. Nappa was right. It is happening once again and it's making him worried.

"Teleport me to him, Kakarot." The king ordered.

"Y-Yes, your Majesty." Kakarot obeyed as he offered his left hand to the royal for the king to hold on so he could teleport them both to the prince. He put the two fingers of his right hand on the center of his forehead as he searched and focus his senses on Prince Vegeta's ki signature. Once he found him, the two vanished into thin air.

~=o-O-o=~

Prince Vegeta gracefully flipped through the air like an experienced acrobat, slashing his perfectly toned legs against his imaginary opponents. His moves were perfectly smooth like fluid and precise. His combos made of powerful attacks that could efficiently make life threatening damages to his enemies in the battle field. He went around his spacious training chamber as if he was a dancer on a stage, determined to prove his superiority among all and surpass whatever limits he had.

During these past seven days, Vegeta had decided to focus more on his previous goals that he had long since neglected. To get stronger and achieve the Super Saiyan status. He figured out that if he was able to live up to his father and the royal council, then he will be allowed to at least, choose his own mate. He didn't really care about it now. After all, the only purpose of the Future Crown Princess is to bear him a powerful heir. Once that was done, then he could do anything he wanted. But perhaps, he won't be touching any woman aside from the one he truly wanted. Aside from that reason, Frieza may be coming back soon and he would need to achieve his goals so he could beat him and his soldiers up. Despite the deal they had, Vegeta never planned to go through that. He would still refuse to be enslaved by that overgrown lizard who claimed himself as the Galactic Emperor.

His senses quickly picked up an energy and he let out one strong but graceful spinning back kick when Kakarot suddenly materialized in the air. His heel solidly connected to Kakarot's face and sent him rolling on the floor.

"Itaaaaaai!" Kakarot cried out. "Why do you always have to do that, Vegeta? I mean… Your highness..!"

"Hmph! That's what you get for disobeying my direct order." The irate prince said before he turned to his father. "What do you want now, papa?" he demanded as he turned and gave him his back. "As you can see, I am quite busy so say it quickly because you are wasting my time."

"Kakarot, leave us."

Kakarot didn't say anything else as he teleported back to where the other Generals were.

"You've been skipping Royal Assemblies for the past seven days, Yon. Paragus had suggested this and that rumored love affair you had as reasons to dethrone you."

The prince didn't say anything.

"I tried defending you but it wasn't enough for them to believe me. I issued the Marriage Restriction Order. You should prepare yourself."

That caught Prince Vegeta's attention but he appeared as if he didn't care. Why should he care now? It doesn't matter to him anyways. Power is everything that matters and nothing more.

Nothing.

King Vegeta waited but his son didn't give any response to his statement.

"You gave me no choice, son. Paragus was right, you know. But I cannot have them take away what is rightfully yours. I wish I could kill him when he suggested that you be dethroned though, but it would start a revolt if I do so. I gave them something that would bring a big threat to their plans."

"Hmph! You did a good job, then." Prince Vegeta complimented in a flat voice. "Looks like I have no other choice. I accept your decision."

He really didn't want to accept. But he couldn't have his emotions control him when he was facing battles. He needed anything and everything he could use to bring down all of his enemies. Once he emerged as a victor, then and only then he would open up again.

The king could see that his son wasn't really interested with the selection of the Princess Successor. He said "Yon, if you wish to choose your own mate among the selected girls, I will let you see them once the forms of the thirty chosen girls have been given to me."

"I couldn't care less about any of them, " the prince said flatly. "Now if you have nothing anymore to say then leave. You are interrupting my training, papa."

The King let out a worried breath before he turned around and left. Before he could go out of the door, he turned his head over his shoulder to say, "I'm sorry about what happened to you and the slave girl. I'm only doing this for your own sake, boy."

"It's not your fault, papa. Don't worry about it."

"Also, take time to rest and eat. You won't be able to grow stronger if you overdo yourself."

With that, the king went out to leave his son to train.

Prince Vegeta turned to the direction his father went and sighed. His father was right. He hasn't eaten or slept for these past days. He could feel his hunger and his fatigue at training vigorously. So he decided to finally end his training now and teleported himself to bathe.

As he showered a hot bath, his mind went through what happened these past days after he's last seen Bulma. He pondered at the thought of not being able to make it up to her. What's the use of it when she will never want to see him again. Perhaps, it's time to let it go. He knows he will never lower himself to someone like her again. It didn't go well last time after all.

Destiny has reserved something better for him, for the both of them.

The Final Stage is Acceptance.

Vegeta finally accepted the fact that he and Bulma have gone seperate ways now. He accepted his fate and his mission being the Crown Prince of all Saiyans and Planet Vegeta, the one who would protect and rule his people to greatness. He will make sure that he will redeem his race's name and pride and they will be known as the most powerful warrior race in the entire Universe.

It's over.

Another chapter of his life opens for him.

~=o-O-o=~

"The King has issued the Marriage Restriction Order!"

The Saiyans has been talking about the trending news now being announced by the messenger from the Palace. Many were shocked to find out that the King made a special exception for Prince Vegeta's case. They think it was because of rumors of his love affairs, scandals and the weakened Royal Family ties that caused this sudden announcement of the upcoming Princess Successor Selection. Many recommended daughters of noble bloods they know to get enlisted.

Thirty noble Saiyan girls with living parents will be chosen strictly from the submissions of forms and they will compete for the crown of the Princess Successor and the honor to become the Crown Prince's fiancé and future mate. It is not an easy competition as it is very strict and rigorious. They will undergo a nomination process where they will face rigid tests of knowledge, strength and beauty. From these thirty girls, only three finalists will be left for the King to choose before the royal court.

~=o-O-o=~

Two weeks later, the thirty girls who have been critically chosen are invited to the Royal Palace for a ball. The palace workers were busy preparing for the feast tonight. The chosen girls were happily chatting and bragging about their expensive dresses and gowns they would use for the ball this evening.

Bulma was busy cooking a handful of Nokma despite being lost in thought. She cannot neglect her duties since Celerie and her co-workers were hearing the end of it from Vegeta and Nappa. She felt bad for her co-workers when they get scolded because of her so called 'depression' and 'faineancy' and decided not to become too much of an inconvenience to them. When Celerie ordered her to get her a tub of chili sauce. In her hastened pace and absent-mindedness, she bumped into one of the selected noble girls on the way back. The Chili sauce she was ordered to hand over to Celerie has spilled on the girl's lavish and splendid gown.

The Saiyan girl who appeared to be the same age as her, screamed in aghast.

"Lady Kinoko!" gasped the girl's servants as they approached her.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Bulma apologized as she took her apron to wipe at the sauce off the white dress, which quickly became red orange. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it."

The girl named Kinoko glared at her fiercely. "You! How dare you! How dare you spilled this disgusting smelly thing on my gown! You!" she slapped Bulma so hard the blue haired girl rolled on the ground. "Do you even know how much this gown costs?! Do you even know who I am?! Not even your life is worth enough to pay for this gown!" She angrily yelled.

Bulma looked down and bowed down repeatedly. "I'm sorry. It was an accident. It's my fault. Please let me wash it for you."

"Wash? Laundry? Are you an idiot? Hello! I will be using this tonight!" Kinoko sarcastically shouted before her expression twisted into a cruel look. "I know…" Since you spilled something red, maybe I should make it all red after all… With your blood!"

Bulma gulped as she found the girl's eyes turn bloody crimson.

~=o-O-o=~

"Your highness! Your highness!" Kakarot cried out as he sprinted towards the Crown Prince's training room where he saw Vegeta just finished his training.

"What's that incessant noise about now, Kakarot?" Vegeta demanded.

"Hurry! You must come! Quick!" Kakarot was panicking.

"What is it?!"

"It's about Bulma, hurry!"

Vegeta coldly glared at his General, he doesn't show any sign of worry or panic as Kakarot does. "What about her?" he said, not showing any interest with the clown's words.

"Bulma is going to die! Hurry!" Kakarot was really having a fit by now, jumping around and waving his hand in the air. Vegeta wanted to laugh at his antics but he rolled his eyes in disgust instead.

"Save her yourself if you want to, Kakarot." he told her still with that bored tone. "I'm busy. I'll continue training."

"If only I could I would gladly do it, you know! But only you could stop Lady Kinoko from killing her!"

"Kinoko?" Vegeta mumbled, recognizing the name. His second degree cousin on his mother's side, Kinoko?

Outside, Bulma was being brutally beaten to death by Kinoko's guards whom she ordered to punish the slave girl. Other selected noble girls and their servants and parents watched at her. They didn't dare to say anything about it because they know what kind of person Kinoko is. She is probably the strongest and most ambitious of them all. Nobody would want to mess up with her. Actually, with her strength, genius, beauty, and connection to the royal family being Prince Vegeta's second cousin, she might be able to become future queen.

Nobody stood up against Kinoko except for one brave girl. Her rival, a wild haired girl named Caulifla.

When Caulifla heard of the commotion, she immediately went to the scene and defend Bulma who was unable to move anymore. The blue haired slave was all beaten up, with lots of blood, bruises and wounds covering her body. Raditz, Kakarot and Broly tried to pardon for her earlier by making the cruel Saiyan girl stop but she don't listen to such 'low lives' weaker and lower than she is. Kakarot had enough of it and ran away.

However, Caulifla wasn't enough to save her from Kinoko's wrath. Kinoko could not understand why Caulifla is defending a slave girl like this piece of garbage. Kinoko was annoyed and decided to finish both of them off with a potent ki blast. Caulifla didn't back off even when threatened.

As Kinoko fired and the full-powered blast got closer to them, bringing Bulma and Caulifla's death, an explosive spiral of powerful blue energy appeared out of nowhere, reducing the blast into sparks of yellow. Vegeta had appeared to save Bulma's day once again.

The fury was unmistakable on his face as he roared, "JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"