Diclaimer - - Vegchan does not own Dragonball Z or anything else she may mention..

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Hello loyal readers! Here you have it, chapter 7! Wow, I'm proud of myself, 7 chapters, I can't believe I've had the attention span! ahaha.. Just kidding though, I totally plan on finishing this freakin sweet ass fanfic! ahaha.. Kay here are my awesomely sweet reviewers! Cilvanti, Megami, Vampiress- 06, Another B/V Lover, LiLxA, Fire Kitten2, Lenk, Spini, ForeVer- Vegeta's- 12, VeGigUrL, Yomegagurl01, and IgnorantReader! Thanks a bunch for all the reviews!

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Everything had been peaceful in the Son home. It was now dinner time and everyone was laughing and having fun. That is everyone, except for Vegeta and Bulma, who have been abnormally quite.

"Yo, Vegeta, pass the tots!" Krillen asked the flame haired male sitting next to him.

Vegeta of course ignored his demand, and continued to glare at the women sitting across from him. Bulma. The two had been exchanging nasty glances every since the afternoon incident.

"Vegeta?" Krillen asked as he waved his chubby hand infront of the him. Vegeta didn't move. He didn't even blink. "Vegeta? Come on bro, pass the tots!" (A/N - I love Napoleon Dynamite! ahaha)

Everyone noticing this stared at the two. Neither of them seemed to have blinked. Neither of them had touched their hamburgers. Not even their tots.

"Urgh." Chi Chi scoffed. "Really, both of you are acting like high schoolers."

Krillen, still waving his hand infront of Vegeta's face, stopped suddenly. Vegeta suddenly took a tight grip on Krillens wrist. Immobilizing it. He didn't look like he had any intention to loosen his grip either. "Heh.." Krillen chuckled nervously. "V-Vegeta, sorry. U-Uhm can you let go, p-please?" Krillen stammered.

Vegeta's eyes just narrowed. Bulma's following. "Let him go, you're being an ass," Bulma said angrily. Vegeta's grip loosened slowly then finally let go. Bulma smirked. Vegeta's glare hardened.

"Um, you guys still pissed at each other?" Goku asked stupidly. He received no reply from either of them.

Chi Chi rolled her eyes. "They both are so juvenile! Bulma, Vegeta, get over yourselves! Seriously, it's been nice that you two haven't been bickering these past hours; but this 'stare down' is quite childish."

Simultaneously they both stopped glaring at each other and shouted at Chi Chi "He/She's the one acting immature," they shouted, "dumb wench!" Vegeta finished.

Chi Chi shook her head. "Goku, pass the ketchup." She said ignoring them.

Bulma and Vegeta then began to eat but when looking up, glared at each other. Of course every so often muttering an insult.

"Cave man,"

"Herpes."

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Bulma glared at the ceiling. Today was awful. She didn't know what the hell Vegeta had said to Yamcha in the afternoon. She also didn't know what happened after dinner.

She, Chi Chi, Goku, Launch, and Juu were helping with the dishes while the rest went into the living room. When they entered the living room Yamcha had a terrified look on his face, and Vegeta, a very satisfied smirk.

When she asked what happened. Yamcha had said 'nothing.' Quickly. It made her curious. Vegeta, of course, didn't say anything in reply when she directed the question to him.

Bulma sighed and turned to face Yamcha. He was staring at her. For a second it gave her the creeps. She noticed he looked confused. "What's up?" She asked.

"Nothing. I was just wondering. Why does Vegeta only call you 'women'?"

Bulma smiled. "I really don't know. I never really questioned it. Of course when I was younger it would annoy me and I'd tell him to call me by my name. He didn't listen and continued to call me that. It doesn't bother me anymore."

"Oh." Was Yamcha's reply. He then turned onto his back and was quite for a moment. Then asked, "Bulma, do you know why Vegeta's left eye is that real light blue?

Was he born like that or something?"

"No," she said as she also turned onto her back. Her eyes watered as she continued. "We got into an accident."

"We?" Yamcha asked as he turned to her.

Bulma remained laying on her back. "Yea, we." She answered, her eyes continued to water at the memory. She had blamed herself for it.

"What happened?" Yamcha asked.

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(A/N- All right, if you don't remember the dream sequence that I put in, I think, chapter four; you might want to re read it..)

Beep. Beep. Vegeta beeped his horn twice along with the song blasting over the speakers. David Bowie's, Fashion. Bulma smiled and swayed with the song. Bumping into him when she swung left. Vegeta began to speed on the slick roads.

"There's a brand new talk," Bulma sang.

"But it's not very clear," Vegeta joined.

"That people from--" Bulma didn't get to finish.

Her line was drowned out by a deafening horn blast. Brakes. The sounds of squeaking brakes made her heart skip beats. The breaking of glass. The crunching of metal hitting metal.

The sudden explosion of the white air bag. Her head was thrown sideways. Her head connected with Vegeta's. Then bounced back into the air bag. The slits from glass felt like they were every where. Her seat belt dug into her neck that was filled with tiny gashes. Then everything stopped.

Bulma opened to her eyes to see the air bag deflating. It wasn't white any more. It was now splattered with blood. Her face felt like it was on fire. The cold rain drops mixing with the blood. It only made everything worse.

She heard a cry. A deep throated cry out of pain. She turned to her left. There he was. Vegeta. He looked like he was covered in blood. Gashes everywhere. He had his head leaned back against the leather head rest. His hands clutching his left eye. His back arched, as he screamed out again.

She felt salt water tears burn her cut up face. She tried to ask him what she should do. Her throat was so dry. When she opened her mouth, nothing came out but a light trickle of blood.

She noticed the burning out headlights in Vegeta's window. She couldn't tell if it was a van or a truck. What ever had hit them had crashed into the left side of Vegeta's Corvette. He screamed out again. She closed her eyes. Tears escaping. She felt helpless.

She could hear sirens. They were nearing. The sound was soon deafening and she could hear shouts. Frantic shouts. Sounds of running. Splashes. Her door was opened. An older male, mid thirties, yelled, "Are you all right!"

She just stared at him.

The man stepped back as two other men ushered her out of the car. They lead her towards a curb. The red and blue lights blinded her as they walked towards the three police cars, next to the curb. Her anger was showing as she saw a man, not in any type of uniform. Completely unharmed. Talking to a police officer.

Soon she was once again deafened by the sound of sirens. Two ambulances and a fire truck pulled onto the scene. They were all crowded around the Corvette. Soon they had Vegeta out. He laid tied down to a stretcher. She stood to walk to him. Tears streaming. The men who had escorted her to the curb told her to, 'sit back down, ma'am.'

She stood helpless. Staring, as they placed Vegeta into an ambulance. A paramedic jogged to them. "Come with me, ma'am." He said as he helped her towards the ambulance Vegeta was in. They had her sit on a bench next to Vegeta.

As they were preparing bandages for Bulma, she looked at Vegeta. He laid helplessly. They had a cloth on his left eye. The cloth was coated in blood. More tears fell as she tried to speak again. This time she was able to whisper, "Vegeta.. I'm sorry.I-"

"Ma'am I need you to relax. You need to hold still." As one paramedic said this, another pulled out a shard of glass from her arm.

"Ah," she yelped in pain. Next came a disinfectant, and finally a bandage. One of the paramedics climbed into the bench across from Bulma. He was in his mid twenties. Bulma kept her eyes glued to Vegeta's hemorrhaging eye. The man shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "He should be fine."

Bulma looked up at him. He was trying to smile, to comfort her. She looked back down at Vegeta. "I shouldn't have made him go."

"Huh?" The man asked.

"He didn't want to go. But I basically begged him.." She began to cry. "Now he's hurt! It's all my fault!" She broke down, burying her face in her hands. The blood mixing with her tears. It made her look like she was crying blood.

The man handed her a tissue. "Don't blame yourself. The guy that hit you. His brakes had failed, and the slick streets didn't help."

Her crying slowed. "Why isn't he awake?" She sniffed. "He was awake in the car.." She began to cry again, at the haunting memory.

"We gave him a sedative." The man answered, glancing at the IV in Vegeta's right arm.

Her vision blurred. She saw black spots. Then she was out.

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Bulma woke up on a hospital cot. As she sat up she winced at the sudden pain that rippled through her entire body. Her light sensitive eyes, squinted at the fluorescent lights. She looked around. She was in a white hospital room. Looking to her right she saw a drape that separated her from another patient.

She tried to scoot off the bed. As she did so, she noticed that her arms were bandaged. She stopped and touch her left cheek, that felt like it was burning. Gauze. She touched her right cheek. Nothing. She placed her hand back on the gauze. The slight pressure made her wince again.

Finally getting to her feet she walked over to the drape. Tugging on it, she peaked in on the other end of the room. Vegeta laid on an identical cot. He was all bandaged. He had a cast on his left arm. His whole left side of his face was pretty much covered in bandages.

She pulled a chair from the corner of the room to the side of his bed. She felt weak. As she sat down her knees began to shake. Her eyes watered as she noticed Vegeta's feature were contorted to a look of pain. She knew he was knocked out but he still looked like he was in pain.

"This is all my fault, Vegeta." She whispered as she squeezed his hand. "We should have stayed at your house. I'm so sorry.." Tears streamed down her face as she continued to stare at him. She noticed the bandages were slightly bloody, around his left eye.

"Good you're awake." A deep voice came. She turned to see a man and a nurse. Both about forty. The nurse gave her a comforting smile as she changed Vegeta's IV. The doctor cleared his throat, once again, gaining her attention.

"Why is his eye still bleeding?" She asked softly as she looked back at Vegeta.

The doctor grew a more serious look. "When they brought him in, his eye had a gash across it. The gash caused hemorrhaging. That's why it's still bleeding."

"Will he be okay?" She asked worriedly.

"Well," the doctor began. At this one word, what little color in Bulma's face, faded. "Hemorrhaging in the eye can cause Heterochromia Iridium."

"What's that?"

"Heterochromia Iridium is the scientific way of saying that he will have two different color eyes. The hemorrhaging caused him to lose most of the pigment out of his left eye. So, that eye will now be a light shade of blue."

Bulma's eyes widened. "It's rare in humans." The doctor continued. "Some are born with it, but it's more common in cats and dogs."

"So he's going to have one black eye and one blue?"

"Yep." The doctor nodded. "It isn't that catastrophic. But," Bulma frowned at the 'But'. The doctors look hardened. "The gash in his left eye was a deep one. So deep, that he'll be blind in that eye."

Bulma's eyes began to water as she looked back at Vegeta. "So," she choked out. "He's going to be.. blind?" Tears streamed down her bandaged face.

"Only in his left eye. This will also cause him to have depth perception problems. He can over come the depth perception in time, but he will always be blind in his left eye."

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A tear fell down Bulma's cheek. Another following. "So, he's blind in his left eye?" Yamcha asked.

Bulma nodded then said. "Yea." She turned her back to Yamcha.

"You don't still blame yourself, do you?" Yamcha asked curiously.

At first Bulma didn't answer. "No." She lied then shut her eyes tight.

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Bulma opened her eye to the dark room. She rolled onto her back and stared into the darkness until her eyes adjusted. She sighed. She maybe slept for a couple hours, maybe.

Turning on her side, she faced Yamcha. He was asleep. His mouth was hanging open and a trickle of drool was escaping. She rolled her eyes, then rolled off the bed. She squinted at the digital clock on Yamcha's side of the bed. 2: 21 AM.

She walked to where she had thrown her jeans, from yesterday. She slipped them on, then pulled her hoodie on. She planned on sneaking into Vegeta's room. Taking back her cigarette packet. Then have a, much needed, smoke.

She slowly opened their door and squeezed out. Tip toeing down the hallway she stopped infront of a dark blue door. Gohan's room.

Vegeta had chosen to sleep in here rather than pull out couch, bed, in the den. Marron wanted the den anyways. Launch, Tien, Juu, and Krillen were sleeping in the spare rooms in the basement. Yamcha and her had gotten the spare bedroom upstairs. Chi Chi's house was like hotel.

The door was cracked. She breathed in as she lightly pushed against the door. Hoping it wouldn't squeak. Opening it up enough to where she could poke her head in; Bulma looked towards the twin bed. Empty.

"Where the hell did he go?" She muttered as she opened the door completely. She sighed. "Maybe he went to the bathroom.." She reasoned, as she walked towards the crumpled pair of jeans on the floor.

Squatting down next to them, she picked them up and started to pull out the pockets. Nothing in the front two. Suddenly the light turned on. Bulma's eyes widened as she heard, "Women? What the hell are you doing, digging through my pants in the middle of the night?" She could almost hear his smirk.

She dropped his jeans and turned to face Vegeta. There he stood. Arms crossed across his bare chest. Only wearing a pair of pajama pants, and of course, an amused smirk.

She placed her hands on her hips, and straightened her back. Her eyes narrowed. "Looking for my cigarettes that you stole."

He chuckled. "You mean, cigarette."

Her eyes narrowed. "No. There were more than one cigar-"

Cutting her off he said, "You said you were trying to quit didn't you? Well, what better way to help than to smoke away your temptations?"

Her eyes widened with anger. Walking up to him she slapped his arm. "No! Give them back!"

Her chuckled some more. "You mean, give it back."

"Urgh!" She growled as she stormed over to his leather jacket. She grabbed it and was about to go through it when Vegeta snatched it away.

"All right. All right." He grunted, then went through it and pulled out her packet.

He then handed her the almost empty packet. He grinned as he watched her storm out of the room, and down the stairs.

Walking into the kitchen, Bulma flicked on the lights. Vegeta shut them off. She turned around to glare at him. He smirked, then pointed to the den. She rolled her eyes and slipped on a pair of Chi Chi's shoes. Then walked through the back door, and onto the deck.

She heard Vegeta shut the door behind them. He now had his jacket on and was pulling out a cigarette for himself. "You don't want that anti-smoking hag to catch you smoking, now." He chuckled sarcastically as he lit his cigarette.

She rolled her eyes and took his lighter from him, to light her own. Exhaling the smoke she looked out off of the deck. Chi Chi's back yard was like a large, snow covered, field. She sighed and leaned against the deck's railing.

"This is so much different than the city." She said as she inhaled a puff of smoke.

Vegeta leaned against the railing, back facing the yard. "Cities better." He muttered.

"I dunno." She said pushing back and looking up at him. "I like the quite."

Vegeta breathed in. "It's too dead out here." He said exhaling.

"I guess so, but sometimes the cities too lively." Bulma said, leaning on the railing again.

There was a moment of silence as both stood, smoking. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, though. Bulma looked down as she broke the silence. "About the other day.." She trailed as she looked up at him.

He was about half way through his cigarette, and was looking down at her. Showing no emotions.

She exhaled smoke as she said, "I wouldn't take back what happened. I," she stopped. Her eyes began to water. "I really missed you, Vegeta.." She said as she wrapped her arms around him. She buried her head in his bare chest, as she began to cry. More tears fell when she realized he wasn't going to put his arms around her. He wasn't going to comfort her. He wasn't going to tell her that he missed her too.

In a desperate attempt for comfort she grabbed the sleeves of his coat, and held them behind her. As soon as she let go, Vegeta let his arms fall back to his sides. She looked up at him, with her tear stained face. He wasn't looking down at her. He was staring off to the right. Frowning, like always.

She crumpled up the sides of his coat with her fist and took a step back. She held on, and continued to let her tears fall. Suddenly Vegeta stepped back. She let go.

Vegeta looked down at her. Grabbing her left hand, he placed his thumb on the diamond. Pushing the ring back and forth. "Hmph." He grunted. "Doesn't seem he could find you a ring that fit." He shook his head and spanned it. Bulma's crying slowed.

Vegeta then looked her in the eyes. "It's funny," He said. Glancing down at the ring he continued, "This ring looks like it cost him a small fortune. Yet. He is the manager of a failing bookstore." Bulma's eyes met his gaze. Vegeta continued, "Then again. He probably has a joint account with the CEO of Capsule Corporation."

Bulma's eyes widen in realization. Vegeta had a point. He continued to stare down at her with no emotion. "The ring I gave you. It wasn't as conspicuous as this one, but at least I found one that fit." He looked her in her watery eyes for a moment. Then he let go of her hand, and walked into the house.

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There it is chapter 7! Woot woot! ahaha.. Kayy well I have a question ahaha. I've been reading some fan fics and some have those abbreviations. My questions is, what does AU and OOC stand for? Thanks ahead of time for the ones that can answer my question! Now you know the drill I want lots of those lovely reviews! Thanks!

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