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Chapter 6

Bulma sat with her legs crossed and her head resting on her hand while her elbow received support from the dinner table underneath it. She stared off in a daze while her boring date talked on and on about himself. She was thinking about Vegeta, but not in the way that she should be. Normally she would be scheming of ways to trap him, humiliate him, ways to escape, where to hide, things of that nature. She had even picked this restaurant specifically because it was 1) The restaurant where Vegeta had somewhat proposed to her, and 2) It was their 3 year wedding anniversary. She never thought it would be a wrong decision to make, since now she was reminiscing on their good and happy times together, rather then ways to kill him slowly and painfully in a place full of memories of love.

She sighed a sigh full of pain and regret while her date continued to talk, oblivious to the thoughts in her head. She looked down at her sleek and form fitting 'little black dress', remembering that she wore one very similar the night he had proposed. It wasn't as classy as the one she was wearing now, but she could still turn heads.

Flashback

Bulma finished her meal with content and gazed around the room like a giddy child. She set her elbows on the table in front of her and rested her chin on them as she scanned the room full of couples. Bulma wouldn't normally be this happy on a night out with a man but it was just the fact this one man in particular was the one taking her out. His name was Vegeta. She glanced over at him and watched as he was just finishing the last of his food. She smiled, thanking heaven that he didn't order too much and was eating more civilized then how he ate when it was just the two of them alone.

They had been seeing each other for a while now, ever since meeting in Cuba. Bulma stared off again and smiled to herself. The reason she was so happy was because Vegeta had taken her out to a fancy restaurant, on his own free will. That's all it took to make her ecstatically happy. He didn't normally do things like this so when he did it always got Bulma in the best of moods.

When she looked back at her lover she looked slightly confused at the random hand that was shoving itself in her space. When her eyes focused she recognized the hand as Vegeta's and it was a few inches away from her face. His arm was extended across the table to reach her and she looked at his face confused.

His expression obviously blank, he slowly opened his hand to reveal a gold ring with a small simple diamond on it. Bulma looked confused still, but then her face slowly contorted and then relaxed as her jaw slowly dropped.

She slowly and gingerly picked the ring out of his hand, as if she wasn't quite sure that it was real, and examined the ring that he had just presented her. At a loss for words she didn't make any audible syllables let alone a full word when trying to speak to him about his 'present'.

"Kakarott insisted that I needed to get you one if I wanted to make an honest woman out of you." He simply said and continued to finish his food like he had just made a comment about the weather.

Kakarott, also known as Goku, which she still didn't know why, was a man that he worked with and from what she could tell, was his friend.

"But--I--You…" she still didn't know what to say or even how to react.

She looked at him while he looked at his plate. Only looking very closely did she notice a slight coloration form on his cheek bones. He's blushing…In his own weird and unromantic way, he was actually trying to be romantic! A smile, larger then her face should have allowed, was on her face in a matter of seconds as she literally threw herself across the table and into Vegeta's arms, in which Bulma hugged him with all the strength that her body would allow.

"You've made me the happiest woman alive Vegeta." She whispered in his ear as she began to cry with tears of happiness.

"Well, since we are both finished our meals and you can't seem to keep your hands off me, am I right to assume that you wish to head back to the apartment now that I have somehow made you ridiculously happy?" he whispered back to her in his deep husky voice.

She pulled away slightly to look at him and smiled, "I was thinking more like your car."

And with that said she was being carried out the door by her fiancé faster then she could say "I do".

The second he spotted her he was about to fly into the air, pick her up, and fly them back outside, until he spotted who she was here with. Just the sight of her sitting across the table from him of all people made Vegeta want to pull out all of the mans internal organs, burn them, and then shove the ashes back down his throat.

He clenched his fists so hard that his palms would bleed and he prepared to blow this entire building into oblivion if it meant killing him before he touched Bulma, and then after thinking that he knew he needed to kill her now before it was too late.

A tear of sadness rolled down her cheek as she remembered, and then she could almost instantly feel his eyes on her.

"Hey, Bulma? You alright?" the man across the table from her asked.

"Yes, I'm fine." She said, snapping back to reality. She looked at her date and frowned at his shocked and horrified expression.

She looked over her shoulder to see what he was looking at and found the fire haired target not far from the entrance of the restaurant. She turned back around and looked at him annoyed. Ready, set, and go.

"I thought you said you two were separated?" he nearly screeched.

"Oh calm down Yamcha, he's not going to ki-" Bulma said but then stopped before finishing the word 'kill', unintentionally insinuating that Vegeta would in deed kill him, which wasn't entirely false.

"WHAT!" Yamcha cried and then Bulma found herself being pulled out of her chair by her arm.

She looked up at him with a glare for even daring to lay a hand on her.

"What is he doing here?" Vegeta growled in her face.

She suddenly found her fear of him slowly disappearing, like she was forgetting that he was an alien killer and was her husband again.

"He is my date!" Bulma snapped and ripped her arm away from him. "I could ask the same thing about you."

Vegeta sneered at her.

"I don't mind playing games with you woman, but I don't think you fully understand what kinds of games I like to play." He said and glanced at Yamcha with a stare of death.

Bulma put her hands on her hips, "Oh, I understand fully Vegeta! You're not the only trophy winner of the league." And then she smirked and stood in front of Yamcha protectively, "And you're not fooling anyone Vegeta. If you even touch him you'll be in deeper shit then not finishing me off. Our rules about killing non selected targets are quite similar."

If at any point an assassin working for either of their companies were to kill a non selected target, it could result in, worst case scenario, being terminated permanently.

He smirked instead and leaned closed to Bulma and whispered, "So you think."

That of course caught her slightly of guard and her fear was slowly starting to return.

"I find it funny however that you think you're a set target that I'm being paid to kill." He said and shoved Bulma to the side to as he grabbed Yamcha by the collar of his shirt and threw him across the room and onto the dance floor. To him it was a mere nudge but to a human it seemed almost inhuman the way Yamcha flew through the air like that.

"It's purely for the love of the game." He said to her with another trade mark smirk.

Bulma was about to run over to see if Yamcha was alive, let alone alright, but Vegeta grabbed her arm once again and briskly walked them over to the bathroom section of the restaurant that was around a corner and concealed by a wall where no one would see or hear them.

Vegeta slammed her against the wall forcefully, caused her head to create a small dent in the wall. She moaned and winced at the slight pain, which made him flinch at inflicting pain upon her. He was glad that her eyes were closed at that moment so she did not see his weakness. Damn it! Stop thinking these things you fool! He growled and held her against the wall firmly. She had no hope of escape.

"Do you think this a mere joke woman?" he asked her and she slowly opened her eyes to sneer at him. "At the end of this night you will be dead, unless you leave this side of the earth forever. Make yourself disappear or I will do it for you."

He stared at her hard and she just continued to sneer.

"Thanks for the consolation prize, but I don't like getting second place." She merely stated.

"I won't say it again!" he snapped and shoved her harder against the wall.

She inhaled deeply, "Leave the planet Vegeta."

He growled once more and tightened his grip on her arms. He could see the pain in her eyes from his grip, even if she wasn't displaying it on the outside. He felt himself shaking slightly at not being able to know what to do. His mind was going off like a strobe light. KILL-SAVE-DESTROY-LOVE. He could feel her shaking as well, either from fear or realization that he might actually kill her in the next few seconds. He couldn't believe that neither of them were doing anything. He was blocking out her emotions until just know, in this fraction of a moment where they were just doing nothing. They came at him like a tidal wave.

Then they were both snapped out of it when a man came walking around the corner and saw them.

"Hey! What do you think you are doing to her?" he asked shocked.

Bulma took this opportunity to break free from his hold while he was temporarily caught of guard. She slapped him across the face and walked off into the arms of the other man, pretending to cry. The slap didn't even faze him of course but he was even more pissed then he already was before.

"Are you alright miss?" he asked as he held her comfortingly.

You're next on my list. He thought and glared at the other man.

"Stay away from her, you hear?" he said and walked off with her around the corner and back into the restaurant.

So she does want to play.

He walked around the corner as well to see that man dazed and confused, looking around the room. No Bulma. Vegeta smirked and found her instantly by the front doors, rushing out. So it's a chase she wants. I've always liked a good chase.

He then blasted through the ceiling and outside into the sky. He spotted her car jacking a car and driving off into the direction of their house. He decided to give her a little bit of a head start, giving her false hope that she could beat the Prince of all Sayains.

Bulma drove like mad back to their house. That was where it started and that is where it would end. Kami there has to be a way to kill him! There has to be, and I'm going to find it and finish this. She had her mind set but she couldn't get rid of her lingering feelings towards her husband. Stop being stupid Bulma! He clearly doesn't love you, probably never did…And it's not like it'll change his mind if I tell him…

She thought for a few moments, contemplating. She knew he was following her, flying in the sky somewhere where she wouldn't be able to spot him, but she still picked up her cell and dialed his cell number. She had to know.

A few moments later he picked up, "What? Do you want to discuss which stadium this is going to take place in? What the rules are and such?"

"In this game, there are no rules Vegeta. You know that." Bulma said calmly, with a hint of sadness.

"I should know, I invented the game long before your parents were even born." He replied.

"I just need to know Vegeta. Before we do this….I need to know if any of it was real…If us was real or not…If-you loved me…?" she finally got out.

She feared the answer so much it was driving her crazy when he wouldn't say anything. She could hear the wind on the other side, whizzing by as he flew.

"I am a being not of this galaxy woman. My kind…and myself, are not capable of the emotion you humans call love."

She sighed silently and nodded to herself, holding back her tears as best as she could. "At least I know one of our lives was fulfilling, to an extent." She said and swallowed the knot that was rising in her throat. "That's all I needed to know." She said quickly and hung up and threw the phone to the passenger seat.

She moaned and leaned her head on the steering wheel for a moment before looking back at the road. Her vision blurred as her eyes began to water and she screamed while slamming the steering wheel with her palms. "FUCK!" She quickly whipped her eyes before tears formed and fell from them and then took long and deep breaths.

"You can do this Bulma…You will do this. You have to think about everyone else that's in danger if he lives. It's not only about yourself anymore…"

Her body was shaking, her muscles were tired and exhausted even though she hadn't done anything that would tire them to that extent. She felt queasy and quickly pulled over to throw up on the side of the road. Afterwards she felt a bit better, still a bit razzled from this whole ordeal, but got back into the car and continued on to her house.

He saw her very clearly in the car that she driving. He could tell she was in quite the hurry to get to the house first, and he decided he would humor her before her inevitable death.

Suddenly his phone rang and he knew it was her. He answered and answered roughly. "What? Do you want to discuss which stadium this is going to take place in? What the rules are and such?"

"In this game, there are no rules Vegeta. You know that." She replied calmly.

He thought for a moment before answering. He had been training to kill anything that possessed life since he was a child, his entire race was before the Earth even existed. Death was all he had known…until he was forced to come here.

"I should know, I invented the game long before your parents were even born." He said just as calmly.

She then asked him something he was not expecting. It hadn't even crossed his mind until this very moment. He had been trying to hard to not think of it, or even acknowledge it. She had asked him if he had ever loved her.

He fell silent. For once he didn't know what to say. He was supposed to kill her, not delve into his emotions and pour his heart out to her. Was this a trick of hers? A way to throw him off so she could attack him off guard? Well it wouldn't work. He had to do, what he had to do.

However, a simple and short 'no' would not be sufficient enough. She would not believe it. He had to elaborate that it was impossible for him to have loved her. So he came up with his answer and could even feel her pain before she spoke, and he could hear it, like he had feared he would.

He growled and crushed the phone in his hand. He yelled and then held his hair like he was going to pull it out. NO! She has to die! I have to kill her now or never!

He then noticed that Bulma had screeched to a stop in her car. He watched her carefully before she got back into her car and drove off. Normally he would have cringed in disgust but he looked upon her with…concern. He was slightly disturbed.

Humans, can't even hold themselves in times of dire need… But she's trained to be calm in situations like this…Strange how she's braking down…She really did love me…

Ok so long story short, my internet was down for a while, some family stuff came up, some best friend stuff came up, and I was at a writers block. But I updated for you lovely readers and I am definitely going to finish this bloody story! You can count on that, and I promise, of course :D. So, please hold on while I desperately try to type up the next chapter for you! Hope this chapter tides you over for a little bit :P. THANKS YOU!!!