First I want to thank everyone for the supportive reviews, and also for the advice that you all have also provided. I took to heart what BrazeRancor said. (Not Negatively may I add.) I realized that derp, derp, derp, Vegetto does sound bipolar. So yeah I tried to fix that in this chapter. Hopefully it played out for the best.

Secondly there is going to be a bit of longer description in this chapter. After all it is Bulma alone here and I am trying to put in a third person point of view but with some of the aspects of first person because I wanted to try it out. It's a blend of the two and I'm experimenting like fusion! LOL! As for seeing if it turns horrible or not… (That's where you all come in.)

Anyways before I ramble on and reveal the story…Let me allow you discover it and correct as you feel necessary. Thanks again for everything! (Adds, favorites, and alerts.)

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Chapter 7: Revelations

Disclaimer:I do not own DBZ, or DBM. This is all just fiction.

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Bulma wavered when laughter filled the air. It was slow, sinister, and dangerous as it made silent promises of death and despair. The worst part of this laughter was that it was her voice making it. Laughing back at her almost taunting her to show as if this alias was really what Bulma was like.

The blue haired genius blinked before shaking off the thought as she quickly reminded herself of the illusion she was trapped in. This mirrored creature was simply trying to scare her into submission and Bulma wasn't about to back down. Her son needed her after all.

What's wrong? Don't tell me you're afraid of yourself?

Her mind taunted silently while mocking her again and again with another mechanical chuckle. Bulma winced, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as pain rippled through her skull. Bulma's hands quickly found their way to her head, and applied force to one of her many pressure points in hopes to suppress the pain.

Although it was true that her brain could not feel pain, Bulma knew better from being a scientific genius. The pain was coming from the fact that her brain was processing signals throughout her body with each expressed amusement from her counterpart. In any case, Bulma knew that she had to stop the ripples and that could only happen if she managed to focus her attention on something else.

Bulma tried her best to open her eyes through the intensive throbbing but found it was rather hard to achieve. It was nothing she had ever faced before. The blow from Majin Buu had been quick and painless, but this, this was slow and excruciating.

"Damn it." Bulma grit out with difficulty, if only there was a way to relax her body. Just holding her head wouldn't do any good, there just had to be more to this pressure point thing.

It was then that a memory shot through her.

On one of the many days that Vegeta stayed with her before the cell games, she had managed to fall ill. Bulma remembered how she must have complained for hours about a headache and Vegeta being the one to grow quickly agitated with her furious screaming finally intervened.

It was a simple demonstration to keep her silent but she always was thankful to Vegeta after that as it cured her headache within seconds.

Thus Bulma began the technique Vegeta taught her and applying a circular like pressure to the gaps under the base of her skull where it met her neck. Please let this work. Please help me get over this obstacle. She whispered as she continued to try her best to block out the other cruel voice deep inside of her.

Give up you can't win.

You're human.

You're weak.

It's okay.

Just give in.

No one will care.

Everything will be okay.

Bulma shook her head yet again. She kept focus on her task and remembered what would be the outcome of this procedure.

Back then this had saved her a day of troubles and now, now it was doing it again. The pain she had felt before was disappearing and so were the taunts deep inside the many thresholds of her mind.

"Just shut up already would you!" Bulma snapped catching the illusion of herself off guard when Bulma lowered her hands and took a step forward.

It was then that Bulma summoned any strength that she had and proceeded to charge straight into her counterpart finally ending the remaining echoes that remained.

The faker collided into the ground with Bulma on top of her. Bulma then delivered her own glare with such narrowed eyes that would cause even Vegeta freeze in place. "It's true that I am physically weak, but know this, I have my shining moments too!" Bulma cried out still pinning the woman down with the sudden new strength gathered from minutes before.

Bulma was breathing heavily by now but she didn't care as her heart continued to skip madly against her chest. So this is what Vegeta must feel like whenever he engages in a battle with a powerful enemy. Bulma's clear conscious whispered, How exhilarating! Bulma's mind added while chuckling lightly too. This certainly was proving out to be not such a bad experience at all. Underneath her however, her illusionary counterpart merely continued to muse over Bulma's outbursts.

"I don't understand how someone as weak as you could overcome my mental attacks but no matter. It still doesn't mean that you'll win." The woman replied a frightening smirk reappearing across her facial features causing that uneasy feeling of dread began to resurface once more. "After all, unlike you, I AM A WARRIOR!" The other Bulma screamed as she pressed her right hand against Bulma's stomach and applied a moderate amount of ki into it.

The force itself knocked Bulma up into the air, and the blue haired genius was left in a wide eyed state as she slowly absorbed in the new pain before descending down to the ground while landing on her side with a bone crushing thud.

Bulma let out a sharp gasp as the pain signals connected into her brain driving up bodily fluid into her mouth. Bulma lifted her right hand to cover up her mouth, but even then she still puked out a significant amount of blood leaving her body to wither in pain because of it.

Her vision was torn in half by now, and spun mercilessly. Bulma could see her own blood spread across her twitching right hand. Weakly Bulma allowed her right hand to drop down against the hardened floor underneath her as she rolled to her back searching for air through her bloodied reddened lips.

This is the first time she'd ever received a direct ki blast so up close and personal. Bulma was practically sputtering on her own blood as she kept searching for air. Faintly she could hear the sound of high heel shoes clacking against the surface and Bulma slowly shifted her gaze to see a familiar figure staring down at her with that same old wicked grin.

"And this is the Saian prince's mate? How utterly boring, don't y—agree?"*(A/N - Dashes symbolize Bulma's dropping in and out of awareness levels. She cannot pick up on them because she is dizzy. They will lessen on later.)

What? Bulma questioned inside her mind. Her ears were ringing and when Bulma attempted to show confusion her body protested with a sharpening throb of pain. Thus Bulma remained still and watched the mirrored version of herself continue to mock her but as she did, more and more words dropped off Bulma's radar.

"Good you're scared. You should be. After all it's my j— to screw with weaklings like you."

"Damn you…You won't get away with this…You bitch…" Bulma managed to gurgle out before struggling out a bundle of coughs. The other "Bulma" merely cackled in response.

"You're a fiery one. I'll gi—ve you that much at least. However it's time to put this little charade to an end." Bulma watched the mirrored figure shift and slowly turning into a person's face that wasn't her own instead her tired blue orbs met at last the face of her husband.

"…Vegeta." Bulma whispered as emotions drawing up from deep inside her and ran down her face mixing blood with tears.

Bulma wasn't a fool. She knew this wasn't her Vegeta. It was just the simple fact that she had yearned to see his face again after the Majin Buu incident. Bulma didn't care if about the mocking glare she was receiving from this fake "Vegeta" because it felt natural. This was the closest thing she'd get to seeing him from this point on.

"So long w—kling." "Vegeta" told her while pointing his right palm down toward her fallen form. His wicked smile, his dark taunting chuckles filling her mind with fear, just like old times… It was almost like their first meeting all over again.

Bulma let a smile cross her pained expression. So long Vegeta… She thought eyes shutting for what she thought would be the last.

"Father?" A sharp tone appeared causing Bulma to open her eyes again.

That voice…

It couldn't be… Bulma had seen him run off and there was no way unless, unless he had felt the dramatic spike in her ki.

From then on Bulma fought to stay awake, fought to see the newcomer she knew to be her son.

Trunks! Bulma cried out within her mind in overzealous joy as her boy stood tall and proud.

"Vegeta" had ceased his attack as well and now stared at the boy with new found interest. Trunks, although faintly breaking in and out into multiple Trunks, had arrived.

Although Trunks appeared still shaken from their earlier encounter, that expression was lost upon seeing the face of his father. Her son moved to greet his father with a hug but froze upon finally taking in her broken form.

"Mom?" He cried out, shoving aside his feelings for his father for a moment to bend down and check on her. Bulma's mouth gapped open trying to warn her son of the fake behind him but alas her words now parted into nothingness air.

Her voice had finally died on her.

"Trunks get away from her!" Boomed "Vegeta's" voice. Trunk's turned his gaze toward his father's questionably. "That's not your mother. This is the woman who tricked you remember? Hurt you by playing with your emotions." Bulma's mind became anxious at this.

The damned thing was trying to put the blame on her and turn her own son against her as well!

Trunks shivered at the reminder, and his bangs fell down over his face, blowing lightly due to his growing ki as she watched a bright blue ball form in his right fist. Bulma's face blanched.

No! Bulma's mind screamed in panic. No, no, no!

She had always come to terms with the fact that one day Vegeta might turn on her after the Majin Buu incident but to have her own son gun her down was not something she was prepared for!

Tears streamed relentlessly down her face as she watched her son lift his hand up towards her body. His body sparking electricity as he gleamed at her with green furious eyes as she sobbed inside her mind begging for him to recognize her through all this madness.

And then suddenly it happened.

Her son did a complete 180 degree turn with such swiftness and fired the blast directly into "Vegeta's," chest obliterating the faker once and for all.

Bulma's mind was lost by the new development but nonetheless she was grinning proudly despite the tears upon hearing Trunks roar that ripped through the entirety of this makeshift world they were trapped in.

"THE FAKE HERE IS YOU!"

It seemed as Trunks had ascended for a second time right before her eyes. His hair spiked up in its golden glory as electricity continued to snap around his newly muscular form. Bulma stared at him for a long time absorbing the intensity of his presence and subconsciously her body felt a tremor because of it.

Bulma wasn't sure how he had known that she wasn't the fake but nevertheless she was glad to still be breathing.

Her son however whipped back in her direction, his glare still heavy on her own broken gaze. She wondered if he was going to attack her, but then she swore she saw him smiling before the power broke away from his body, leaving an unconscious boy in its stead.

That's my boy. Bulma mused proudly as the world around her shattered and revealed the peaceful green skies that welcomed her overhead. To her surprise however she was on her feet, eyes wide open, staring up into the serene sight above as if nothing had happened. It was like a nightmare that she had finally awoken from.

"Bulma," A gruff tone called and she turned to see Vegetto waiting with an impassive expression that threw her off guard. She shook it off though and moved to his side, smiling.

Big mistake as the moment she moved forward everything broke in half. Bulma fell forward only to be caught by Vegetto. He questioned her but her vision continued to dance around her. Everything was coming back.

Bulma coughed up blood into her hands and looked at him weakly. Now his face displayed obvious concern and she questioned the expression she saw before was just a vivid imagination caused by last illusions of Vegeta.

In fact Bulma had expected some type of insult to injury but it never came. Only the sounds of him calling out her name in panic rang through her ears as she allowed herself to be consumed by the darkness and the protective warmth that Vegetto had to offer.

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"Bulma!" Someone called with a sense of urgency. Bulma's finger's twitched at the tone, her hand glided against what felt like sheets as she slowly pushed the heaviness in her eyes away. "You have to wake up. Now." Bulma's mouth curved into a smile as she let out a loose laugh.

Always so demanding, isn't he?

"Five more minutes, Vegeta." Bulma whispered still smiling brilliantly.

"No, but close." The voice corrected her and Bulma tried hard to connect the blurry form in front of her. It took a few minutes but finally she recognized the person and her smile faded.

"Vegetto." She stated plainly as the emotion she held before fell flat along with her voice.

"Yup!" He replied cheerfully. Bulma groaned and reaching for the sheet and attempting to cover it over her face. Although she didn't know where she was, Bulma knew she was safe to a degree. "Hey," Vegetto's voice called roughly as he grabbed the sheet and ripped it out of her hands and threw it on the ground, out of her reach. In response Bulma gave him a stern glare, "Sorry but you have to eat this Bulma." He told her, while presenting her with a Sensu bean in his right hand and a water bottle in his left.

"I'm tired." Bulma grumbled out trying to cover her eyes from the blinding light ahead. All she wanted to do now was sleep, couldn't he understand that she wasn't a fighter. Besides Sensu beans were better suited for someone like Trunks. Trunks!

"HOLD IT!" Vegetto quickly instructed surprising her again with his roughness. "Trunks is in a rejuvenation tank. There was only one or I'd put you in there too... "

What? Bulma questioned and Vegetto merely nodded assuming she understood.

"Were currently inside those Ginyu force's guy's ship. Don't worry though, Trunks will make a full recovery. The only thing you need to concern yourself with is about taking this. Quit being so stubborn Bulma, you know this will make you feel better."

Vegetto held the bean to her lips but Bulma protested, her lips clamped shut, and she refused to take anything because she was positive that she'd probably end up throwing it back up anyways.

Bulma figured he should at least save it for later when he or Trunks really needed it. She was so assured that she would be fine after a little nap.

"Fine," He said, drawing back looking positively annoyed, "But if you won't take it I will."

Feh, Bulma echoed in her mind with a snort, there was no way he'd let something as significant as a Sensu bean go to waste. Or at least that's what she thought until the idiot went ahead and threw the bean into his mouth and taking a jug of water from the water bottle with it. Bulma shot up in a second, ready to strangle him if necessary.

"What the hell do you think your—MMPH?"

Bulma's eyes widened when Vegetto had suddenly pressed himself against her, his mouth covering over her own. A hot flash ran over her cheeks as she felt his tongue brush ever so slightly over her lips. Bulma naturally responded to his notion with positive intent and allowed entrance. As she did however, Bulma felt him push her down with such power. Her hands on smacked against his shoulders signaling for him to lighten up. Instead however Vegetto forced her into swallowing something before pulling away.

Bulma gasped as she coughed out the excess water and continued coughing as she quickly processed that Vegetto had just tricked her into eating the Sensu bean. She shot him a glare as he volunteered to pat her on the back to help her breathe. Bulma knew she would come to hate that mischievous gleam hidden in Vegetto's from this point on.

"See that wasn't so bad was it?" He questioned as he gently rubbed her back with his left hand. Bulma simply intensified her glare. In response the Saiyan merrily laughed and she rolled her eyes before allowing her right hand to wipe her mouth clean of the water that had dripped down the side of her mouth.

Bastard. Her mind cursed towards Vegetto with a sneer.

Again he had made a fool of her and because of it her cheeks burned from the sudden lip lock. "See I can already feel your ki rising or maybe is it because you're just so excited after our kiss? Could it be that you'd like another?" He teased in a husky tone that caused beads of sweat to run down Bulma's head as her heart skipped at the notion. However she turned her gaze away while crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. "You're lost then." He added with a cocky chuckle.

"Jerk." Bulma grumbled out in annoyance. She had thought when Vegetto was away from the battles it meant that his personality was something equal to Goku's, but instead she felt like she was dealing with Vegeta's immaturity again.

"Bitch." He countered nonchalantly earning another dark glare from the blue haired genius.

"What the hell's your problem?" Bulma questioned slamming her flattened right hand against the cot. "I thought you were supposed to be nice like this? I thought you were supposed to be Goku!"

As soon as the sentence rolled off her tongue Bulma regretted it as Vegetto's once mischievous stare shifted into an enraged one. He stalked over to her and she pulled away but stopped at the end of the bed. Vegetto leaned over her, furious, and nothing like any Goku she had seen before. Bulma swallowed roughly.

"How many times do I have to repeat this to everyone? Chichi, Trunks and lastly to you? I am not Goku, nor Vegeta. I am Vegetto. Why can you people just get it through your thick heads already?I'm tired of constantly explaining myself every single time."

With that he drew away and turned around to take a deep breath while Bulma sat straight up like a statue. She didn't dare to utter another word unless given direction to. "Look Bulma," he began shifting his attention back on her but as he did he paused. There was a brief moment of silence before his hands fisted and shook with untold fury. Bulma tensed at the action but thankfully Vegetto suddenly turned tail and was out the door in a number of curses.

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The tension that had been filled in Vegetto's absence was breathtaking. Bulma thought she would be able to relax with the Saiyan gone but that was hardly the case now. If anything Bulma felt like she had been hit with a massive shit storm and the chances of getting out of it were less to none.

Bulma let out a sigh as she raised her right hand and brushed back some of her blue locks behind her ear.

What the hell am I going to do now?

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Minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into what felt like days. Bulma had been resting on her back staring up at the roof for who knows long. Her mind although it was doing much better than earlier, was now facing a heavy burden.

She had to talk to Vegetto and sort the entirety of the mess she caused out. Thinking back on it Bulma started to take into consideration that she had been wrong all along. Before she perceived Vegetto to having some kind of bipolar trait but that was hardly the case.

Especially after Vegetto's sudden change of attitude Bulma began to sing a new tune about the situation at hand. Did I read too much into Gohan's words? Bulma questioned sorely as she thought back on the younger Saiyans admission of seeing "Vegeta's traits," in action. What was it that Gohan said which caused me to make such a bad judgment call?

Bulma pulled herself up, this time not feeling any ache. The Sensu bean had worked as fast as it usual did and she was able to hear the buzzing noises from the ships hardware all around. The lights no longer made her dizzy and she knew that if she so desired she could probably walk around the ship without any problems.

She also noticed not too long ago in a blushing state that Vegetto had changed her clothes. While Bulma had mused over his thoughts she did push it aside because it was much too embarrassing to process at the time.

In the corner of her eye Bulma noticed the sprawled blankest from before. Vegetto was being a jerk but at the same time he was also trying to be kind by feeding her the Sensu bean. It was two traits interacting with one another normally. Nothing like a bi polar case as it wasn't one extreme to the next. Both emotions were there. She just had to be wrong as much as it bruised her ego to say. Vegetto was Vegetto, two men and one but when, when had she made the error and why was it bothering her so much? This would be the downside of being a genius, Bulma mused, always over thinking things and not really looking at the problem until it smacks you in the face.

Now Gohan, tell me, what did you say to me earlier? Bulma pressed her lips together in a thin line, and closed her eyes, searching for the answers until finally it hit her as if he had said it only seconds ago. One of the many perks to being a genius. Bulma added as her lips curved into a smirk, processing Gohan's words as clear as day.

'Oh so you've seen it to? Well I have tried to spar with Vegetto before but it got pretty messy. The constant taunts and accusations of me growing too weak for his standards made him seem so different from my father. It's almost like he's a different person when he fights. The gentleness is wept away into this cockiness that I can recall from Vegeta. The similarity is simply unmistakable.'

So it was that which caused my suspicions to go out of line. Bulma concluded while humming subconsciously. I was too busy trying to find answers at the time that I didn't care if they were right or wrong. How stupid of me. Wait a minute…If this is Vegetto's normal way of speaking then his fighting would also be—!

As if prompted by a sudden inspiration, Bulma opened her eyes wide and grinned madly.

"That's it!" She exclaimed as she rolled herself off the medical bay with sudden spur of realization. "That's the hidden message I was looking for! I'm a genius! I am a genius!" With that in mind Bulma quickly, although barefoot, set off to search for Vegetto, wherever he may be.

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She found him sulking, or rather training in what looked to be an exercise room for warriors of his caliber but of course nothing that could ever surpass her GR equipment. The ship was big but she managed. Still however she was surprised she hadn't come across her son yet. Perhaps there was another large ship outside this one?

In any case, Vegetto unlike Vegeta slowed his punches and actually turned to meet her watchful stare with his own blank one. If this was Vegeta, Bulma would have betted that he would have probably tried his best to ignore her presence while demanding she leave his side at once. Bulma chuckled and shook her head, no, no, this person before her was Vegetto.

Not Vegeta.

"If you're looking for Trunks, he's upstairs. There's an elevator down the halls to your right." Bulma blinked, eyes slowly trailing up toward the roof of the room.

There's a second floor? Is this a spaceship or a spaceport?

"Spaceship," Vegetto answered with a hidden smirk as he chuckled at her thoughts. Bulma mouth parted in confusion but shut.

Did I say that out loud? She wondered and only silence followed. Bulma pushed the thought away before she could look for the deeper meaning. She didn't want to risk another bad judgment incident from occurring. Bulma already felt like she was walking on eggshells from disturbing him during his training.

"Vegetto can we, can we perhaps talk?" Bulma asked being a little more hesitant than usual. This was after all a sticky subject. If she proceeded through the situation as her normal bitchy like attitude it could lead her into some dangerous waters.

"Isn't that what we are doing?" He slyly countered and Bulma restrained herself from wanting to march up to him and strangle him. She couldn't tell if he was trying to piss her off on purpose for revenge or just being an idiot. Without being able to pinpoint which side of him were Goku and Vegeta anymore, Bulma knew she was in for the ride of her life. She couldn't read his emotions at all and couldn't expect that insult to snap back at her 100 percent anymore or a goofy grin to laugh off her obvious fears.

It wasn't fair.

She didn't even know her own mate anymore.

He really is a whole new person isn't he?

"Your right, what am I saying, we are talking aren't we." Vegetto never answered as he seemed to understand that she was making a statement rather than a question. "Anyways I just have to know—"

"Yes it was me who changed your clothes into that warrior's garb. Your previous clothes wouldn't make the cut anymore." Bulma flushed, that's not at all what she was going to ask! "Also to answer your previous worries, yes, I did find you beautiful Bulma. That is why I am here and not elsewhere."

"Wait, wait, what? What are you talking about? I never mentioned such things to you!" Bulma yelled as her face continued to burn from the growing heat flowing throughout her body. A sharp throb shot through her brain as realization dawned on her and unmatched fury flew into her orbs. "You've been reading my thoughts!"

Vegetto rubbed his ears in response, mumbling something along the lines of, 'there's that screech.' "Vegetto," She yelled as she placed her hands on her hips. "You can't just go reading my mind whenever you want! We may be bonded but there's something called, 'privacy'!" Bulma huffed as she threw her hands up into the air completely baffled by his indecency.

"Bulma—"He began trying to fan her down but she dropped her hands and crossed her hands over her chest and intervened over any chance of escaping her wrath. If anything this was his fault, she tried playing nice, but no he had to piss her off. He had to always piss her off!

"No Vegetto, I expect to have my privacy whether you like it or not! You don't see me going into your thoughts do you? No because I respect—"

"Well if didn't think so damn loud maybe I wouldn't be brining things up!" Vegetto countered his own irritation showing.

Bulma stood flabbergasted for a minute.

He was actually blaming this on her!

HER!

"You know for a fact that you can easily lock my thoughts out if you wanted to!" Bulma countered, "I know because Vegeta always did it when I pissed him off!"

"Well maybe I don't block you out because I'm NOT Vegeta!" He countered hotly, throwing his right hand out into the air. Bulma dropped her hands from her chest and raised them up to her head to rack her fingertips through her hair.

"I know!" She shouted before letting go of her head. "I know you're not Vegeta idiot! That's what I've been trying to tell you all along!" She watched his face go blank and she let out a deep breath, re-crossing her hands over her chest as she moved to Vegetto with an annoyed expression. "…Surely you must have known that if you have been reading my thoughts?"

Vegetto scratched the side of his face as a bead of sweat rolled down his head.

"I only knew that you were going to ask me if I killed those other Ginyu force guys."

"And did you?" Bulma questioned, head tilting in wonder.

"No." He answered truthfully, "I told them that if they promised to never kill again that I'd let them go free." Bulma nodded, she knew this was coming. She had known. "Surprised I didn't finish them off like Vegeta? Does it bother you so much that I'm not him?"

"No, don't put words into my mouth Vegetto." She shot back angrily. "It's just with that in mind. I now know that you really are different." His stare said that he didn't agree. After all she did tell him how many times now that she understood that he wasn't Vegeta or Goku and then did a 360 on him and complained how he wasn't acting like one of them. "I do mean it this time Vegetto. It really is starting to sink in."

"That's good to hear I suppose. Now how about you explain to me how this finally stumbled into your brain. Was it because of the fact that I yelled at you?" Bulma shifted her eyes away, but nonetheless gave a slight nod.

"It was a bit of that and a little digging into my own thoughts as well…"

"Bulma…"

"It's okay," Bulma reassured him as she brought her previously elusive orbs back to face his own concerned ones, "I know you didn't mean it, well, you did but, I know you wouldn't have hurt me. You're just different."

"A little change never hurt anyone Bulma."

"It's more than just a little change Vegetto."

"That's never stopped you before." Vegetto pointed out and Bulma sighed.

"Right, of course…" She drew out thinking how Vegetto had caused a gallingly setback to her plans of being reunited with Vegeta, "Because I'm the one who just had to put up with your nonsense while Chichi gets to sit on the sidelines, lucky her."

"Hey you're the one who suddenly decided to go into deep space and go off the radar. I only came here to check if you all were okay. Besides Bulma, I'm not the type of person who's going to leave you stranded out here in the middle of nowhere." Vegetto informed her and Bulma gave a "humph," sound.

"Could have fooled me." Vegetto shut his eyes and growled but she kept her expression still the same.

"Bulma are you really going to keep holding that against—"Vegetto suddenly just paused and opened his eyes, and turned his now narrowed glaze toward the far left wall. "They're back." He stated plainly and before Bulma could question a sudden explosion knocked her off her feet and into his chest.

Bulma blushed while glancing up at the Saiyan to see his reaction but he was too busy focused on whatever was outside. "Bulma," He called now bringing his arms around her tightly in a hug, "hide."

With that he released her, and walked a few feet away from her before halting. "Hide," he repeated a second time as he held two index fingers to his head. Bulma stared at his back, eyes wide, mouth parted but no words came. "I'll be back."

"Wait—!" She managed to say, but it was too late, he was gone. A certain familiar bitterness almost flew up back into Bulma's mind but after another rattling explosion Bulma let her eyes drift back upstairs in an instant.

Screw hiding!

She needed to find her son!

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TBC

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Don't hate me for hurting Bulma! It's DBZ, and it's fighting!

I can't make her go into a fight and be like boo-yah instant Super Saiyan, ssj5, on your ass.

Bulma's human, which means she's a weaker character. I mean think of Krillin's pwned chart and Yamcha's death toll.

Also sorry for the lack of updates. I have re-written this chapter many times, over and over, and still wasn't pleased with it. It's been weeks, maybe months since I last posted so I knew it was getting pretty ridiculous. I just gave up, crossed my fingers, and now am hoping for the best.

(I try to be a perfectionist sometimes so it's like me saying, "Can't publish this, it still needs fixing. Vegetto would act like this instead of this and Bulma would be like thissssssssssssssssss…) Has that ever happened to you guys before? I hope not as it really sucks your brain into a vacuum cleaner of death and destruction.

Finally have any complaints about any characters? Trunks? Bulma? Vegetto? Let me know, I'll do my best to tailor them to the correct behavior as best as I can. This is my first fan fiction so I really want to, 'dress to impress.' Let me know!

Until then, see you again soon!