Disclaimer: Haven't I and the other thousand of DBZ fan fiction writers establish that we don't own this DRAGONBALL Z? Is the disclaimer really necessary anymore? God.

For the past four weeks, Bulma had lived in the confined backseat of Vegeta's Toyota. At first it was comfortable, but the space seemed to get smaller and smaller every grieving day. Though the maddening living arrangements were harsh, the two got together pretty well, at times. It depended on wither Vegeta got his fix, or if Bulma was in the primary stages of her monthly female troubles.

The past night Vegeta and Bulma had a dispute. Along the thin lines of:

"Vegeta you need to open up! I'm the closest and best friend you will ever have! You can trust me."

To…

"It's none of your God damned business woman, just shut the fuck up and leave me alone. I'm so tired of your constant complaining, and I have no idea why I let a high – maintenance, blue haired Barbie doll, live with me. I should have known she'd be a pain in the ass and skull!"

Bulma had left the car, not giving Vegeta any notifications of were she was going. He couldn't help but be worried; he had a feeling that Yamcha wasn't over her yet.

'It'd just be in her best interest for me to let her steam off…' Vegeta trailed in his mind, he watched her walk down the street her hair subjected to the moon and the streetlights.

THE NEXT MORNING

The flamed hair stallion didn't get a simple, unappreciated ounce of sleep the past night. Those horrible things he'd said, the tears that she refused to let him see. If she was dead in an ally somewhere, it was his fault. He knew he was probably paranoid, but he couldn't help letting her spirit tinker with his mind. Her absence killed him.

Vegeta stepped out of his vehicle locking the door behind him. He felt the October air, and prayed to the unnamed God, that she wasn't cold. The prince walked into the direction of the park, he'd known her favorite bench before they were even associated. He had seen her once, sitting near roses and dandelions reading. To bad, at the time, she was too important to notice him.

He trailed the park, he saw once of his friends playing his acoustic for an audience. To bad they were all cheap, and his guitar case only collected dust and pennies. After his last performance, Vegeta attempted conversation, but he decided it was best to get to the point.

"Have you seen Bulma…anywhere?"

Vegeta's eyes pleaded.

The friend looked astonished, why did he care about some skirt so much?

"Man, your whipped, but yea, I did."

"One: I am not whipped, two: were?"

"One: yes you are, two: near the botanicals. Some guy that looked like Yamcha was following her"

"You have to be fucking kidding me," Vegeta whispered under his breath. His friend just shrugged as he watched the 'whipped' Saiyajin run off into the indicated direction, not even sparring a 'Good bye'

The prince was running so fast scanning ever piece of land he had seen.

'Let her cool off, you said, she'll be fine, you said." Vegeta scolded himself.

He felt his eyes begin to tear, from the wind hitting his sweat streaked face. He almost didn't believe he had finally found her.

There she was, on the bench, just like he thought she'd be. Vegeta closed his eyes; he sensed the scum that turned her into the emotional wreck she is now. He knew Bulma couldn't handle confrontation, not yet.

He walked over the bench and stared at her sprawled body that laid uncomfortably. She had her hand pressing pressure onto one of her eyes guessing she had a headache. The annoyed prince knelt down and roughly shook her arm.

"Wake up" he said crossly. He wanted the two words to come out gentler, but it wasn't exactly his style.

The tired vixen held her head and looked up, to see his face. She tried to look disappointed and disgusted, but she was never happier to see anyone in her entire life.

"Get me out of here. Don't argue, just do it"

Vegeta sighed and picked her up, bridal style and proceeded to one of the many exits of the park. The blue haired Barbie smiled as people stared at them in awe.

TOYOTA

"You are so fucking stupid. Why would you go to the park? Especially without anyone to be there for you?" The two sat in the front seat of his car, hand in hand with Starbucks. " Who would have saved you if, that ass hole Yamcha arrived? Are you really that naive?"

Bulma turned to him in a conflicted way.

"I'm not naïve, I just wasn't thinking. And you did show up, after all" she forced a smile

"But what if I didn't" Vegeta whispered

'What has she done to me' he thought.

Bulma stared at her reflection of the rearview mirror for a while.

"We need closure, Vegeta"

He looked at her, and cocked an eyebrow, obviously wanting her to explain.

"Between our parents"

Vegeta nodded in understanding, but that didn't mean he agreed

"I'll take you to Capsule Corp. but I don't want to see my sorry fuck of a father. I had my closure"

Bulma wanted him to change his mind, but for once, she would not try to influence his decisions.

"Fine, lets go."

CAPSULE CORPORATION

"Be strong woman" Vegeta smiled, discreetly watching her assets as she stepped out of the car.

He heard her laugh and thought about the surprise he had for her. He put on the parking break and watched her walk, enticingly, to the porch.

Bulma rang the doorbell a few times, and then was suddenly hit in the face with nervousness. She had run away from her parents and hasn't seen them for nearly a month, how would they react?

'Fuck closure'

Before the distressed vixen could retreat, the door creaked open. A grave man stared her in the face; it was so hard to believe it was her father. He stared at her in immense hate and loathing, Bulma decided to spit it up and leave.

"Father…Mr. Briefs, I just wanted to say good-bye. And thank-you for trying to be there for me…I'm sorry things didn't work out the way you planned"

Before she could turn around, her father had hit her with the hardest words she has ever heard in her entire lifetime.

"I have no daughter. Why did you come, you're an abomination, your mother and I regret not getting the abortion. You've never done anything right and you never will. You little whore. You ruined your mother's life. Don't bother coming back….your disowned"

Bulma felt sick. She turned to see her traits compared to his. Her hair, the smile this was her daddy. The hurt heiress turned around back to the car, just to hear the door slam behind her.

Vegeta stared at the steering wheel as she sank into the car.

"He's not worth it. Don't even cry Bulma, don't give them the pleasure."

She coked on her tears.

"I have a surprise for you!" He said, trying to sound cheerful, it kind of scared her.

"Tonight we are sleeping in hotel rooms. I've been saving up!"

"Saving up what? You don't have a job"

"I've bee prostituting, duh"

Her eyes brightened as she laughed, he's never felt more proud of any accomplishment.

"No, really though, were did you the money"

"Well…I kind of had a friend…. who would pay me to…deliver…"

"Vegeta! How dumb do you think I am? Your dealing! I can't believe you!"

"So I guess that means you'll sleep in the car tonight, while I let a street whore do her job in our room"

"Ugh, Vegeta. I'm just really disappointed in you"

The prince rolled his eyes.

"When are we going to start working on those 'plans'? Shouldn't it be soon if we want to see flames by February? Come on Bee, I wouldn't want to kick you out, your help was our agreement."

Bulma laughed again, Vegeta loved every second of it.

"Don't joke about that! "

She teased, attempting to punch him in the arm, but Vegeta did something that would surprise them both.

The loved up Saiyajin caught her hand, and pulled her into the classic, chick flick kiss.

A/N: Muhahahahaha, I love this. Once again, if you don't, no flames, just don't read. Thank you to all my fans, please leave a review!

The more reviews the sooner the next chapter!

P.S. Yamcha comes back in the next chapter, not good.