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Chapter 18

The Frozen Prince

By

Bulma

Bulma quickly got up and out the room. She still had her cell in hand as she had to get to Vegeta as soon as she could. It was past curfew for the castle for just anyone to be up and about wandering the castle. During the day, the castle is a safe haven, at night is a different story. The palace is notorious for being the safest at night; that is if you stay in your room that is. Evil ghosts and demons haunt until the first morning light touches the castle walls. They kill and attack anyone in their way, even possess them to hurt others. That is why you will not find not even a Guard out and about the castle.

Bulma was so worried about finding Vegeta, that she forgot the crucial information and paid no mind to the fact that there were no Saiyan Guards around. Bulma ran, calling out for Vegeta. She made another turn down a hall. It was dimly lit like the rest before her, but Bulma got an icy chill along her spine and the internal alarm within her that told Bulma that someone was watching her. Bulma felt so small and intimidated by everything around her. She slowly headed down the hall. "V-Vegeta? Are you down here?" Bulma called out.

There was silence until a chuckle echoed the pregnant silence. Bulma shivered as hair stood on the back of her neck. The sadistic chuckling was all around her and out of instinct she took off running. Suddenly, what looked to Bulma, a bloodied man popped out at the end of the hall, smiling, and running towards her with his arms ready to attack her. Bulma screamed something terrible and took off in the direction she came. Suddenly she ran into something warm, yet hard. Arms encircled her and Bulma struggled to get away. "Calm down Onna! Stop struggling!" Vegeta's voice snapped at her.

Bulma looked up at him in disbelief. The ghost got closer to them and Vegeta retrieved a ruby crystal from his belt. As he held it up, it glowed a brilliant red. The Ghost moaned and hissed as he backed into the shadows. Bulma remained numb and in awe at what Vegeta had done. Once the ghost disappeared, he returned the crystal to his belt. "What the hell were you thinking?! You almost got yourself killed! For fuck's sake Woman, you know the rules! Once again, I had to save your noisy ass!" Vegeta yelled at her.

Bulma encircled her arms around him in a hug and grasped him tightly. She was so scared and all ready she felt her world crashing around her. "What the hell are you doing out here, screaming my name for?!" He demanded softly as he gently pushed her away from him. He wasn't too keen on her holding him so needy. Bulma looked at him and held out her cell. Vegeta gave her a puzzled look. " I tried calling my parents, I got O-Ren and she has taken over Earth. Vegeta, I think she might have killed my parents." Bulma voice wavered in emotion.

Vegeta looked at the cell phone and the upset Woman what was showing it to him. Inside his heart he felt a little tug, but it was quickly diminished by his sense of pride and the reminder of the hell Bulma had put him through with the GR and her yelling at him constantly. He crossed his arm and glared at her coldly. "Not my problem." Bulma was taken aback by this. "My concern now is my home and things to my benefit. Your worthless mud ball of a home and the cruel inhabitants you've bestowed upon me, was beneficial when I lived on your backwatered planet; but now serves no purpose. I have my home back. So, it's your home, go off and deal with it yourself."

Bulma was filled with rage. "You slimy bastard! After all my family and I have done for you?! After all the bullshit you've given me! You have the fucking nerve to say that to me! You owe me you selfish prick!" She clenched her fists angrily. She was so furious at him she almost started seeing red. "Owe you? Hardly! Don't make me laugh! If anything you OWE me for all of my services. We are equal if you get to the technicality of thing. Hell, we're fucking square! So don't be crying like a little spoilt Princess! If you are so fucking concerned about it, why not get your precious Yam-fuck or that clown to take care of it! Better yet, why not get off your lazy, 50 bajillion pound ass and do it yourself!" Vegeta spat in annoyance.

Bulma gave him a good, long glare. She turned her back and began to walk away. After a few steps, she stopped. "You know what Prince, you of all people should know how it feels to lose your home and if you are this way now, I hope you never lose it again. Don't come to me for anymore help. Because when you realize you fucked up and need my help; I won't be there by your side. I asked you for help and this is how I'm treated. I'll remember that for when you need something done." Bulma ran off as fast as she could away from him; leaving him to listen to her words.

If Vegeta would not help her, then she was on her own. She went all the way to the docking ships, with the full intention of hijacking a ship back to Earth. She found an open one at the end of the line of the row of ships. She opened it and climbed inside. It was a relatively small ship but it would have to do for now. So it didn't take her long to find the control room and she sat down in the pilot seat as she took the controls and tried to figure everything out. "Fuck!" she muttered as she realized it was in Saiyan. She rested her hands on the steering wheel and closed her eyes as her mind raced on what to do next.

"Where do you think you are going? What can you possibly do to save or even help Earth now?" a voice from the control room doorway spoke. Bulma stood up and faced the man who dared to come to her. Trunks leaned against the doorway in a very Vegeta like fashion. "I'm going home and I'm going to find a way to save it." Bulma stared at him and turned to work on the controls. "It won't work. It has no power or fuel. Besides, the port is closed til' morning." "Think I care!" Bulma snapped.

"We both know what will happen if you confront O-Ren. I know what she is like and you'll be walking right into her trap." "She might have killed my parents! Does that mean nothing to you?!" "Might have. We don't know for sure. Bulma, you're smart. Think logically on this for a second." Trunks walked into the room and stood before her and had a sympathetic expression on his face. "Bulma, I can't allow you to leave." He crosses his arms and firmly told her. "Who the hell are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?! My home is being destroyed and you are no better than that fucking prick who calls himself a Prince!" Bulma screamed.

Trunks remained calm and wordlessly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her screaming, kicking, even hissing out of the ship. "Let go damn you! Everyone needs me!" Bulma screamed. With Trunks's other hand, he blew up the ship. This quieted Bulma and he turned to her with a stubborn gaze. "If I have to, I'll blow up every ship here to keep you safe. Think Bulma! Regardless if your parents are alive or not, do you think they would want you on Earth right now?! We have to wait for the opportune moment. I promise, I'll save Earth, but if you go into their traps; there is no way I can. Think all right?" He softly quieted as he brought logic to her senses.

Bulma bit her bottom lip and sniffled. She hugged Trunks and cried on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her. "I know it hurts, but we'll fix this. Just hang in there. I know how you feel." he softly told her as he lead them back to her room.