A/N: OK I AM FINALLY BACK I AM SOOO SORRY IT TOOK SOO LONG PLEASE DONT BE MAD!!!!OK well i wanna thank all my reviewers out there! NairobiDawn, denythefreshmaker, Chazie, rinoa veggiegirl, xxThexMarvellousxEmzxx ForeVer-Vegeta's-12, Vampiress-06, bookofcookies89, Princess-Adidas,debje,!! these ppl rock my socks off! and NairobiDawn, Chazie, rinoa veggiegirl, xxThexMarvellousxEmzxx and debje have some awesome stories going on, have a read u wont be disappointed i promise you that!!!!!! well enjoy my super long chap! and please leave a little review on ur way out! ;P .xxx.

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The texture of the door looked smooth and cool. The steal grayness of the metal door reflected the florescent light projecting from the roof. She was tinkering behind that door, the sound was unmistakable. The rattling noise of bolts and bits; buttons of a calculator being hurriedly punched then followed by the frantic scribbling of a pencil against paper emitted from under the door. The noise had continued on for days. Almost never ceasing, meaning that the blue haired scientist rarely surfaced for a break and there was so much one could handle. Peering at the entrance pad Chi Chi shifted irritably. She was standing, ironically, outside her bedroom door, contemplating whether or not to enter. If she did enter she would come face to face with an exhausted Bulma who was an emotional wreck and only ever tinkered days on end if something was really bothering her, rarely venturing out of the room. Chi Chi knew for Bulma's health and her temper that she needed to save the heiress from her self pity. She needed to get her to stretch her legs and eat something substantial. She need her to get over the pompous arrogant Saiyan, whatever he did, he wasn't even worth it, and it was beyond Chi Chi why she let him effect her so. Sighing against the cool steal Chi Chi reached for the pad. This was going to take all the tactics she had to get Bulma out of their room.

Bulma stared apathetically at the paper before her. The formulas and notes seemed to dribble down the sheet and mix together producing a big blob of blurred ink. She randomly punched buttons on the calculator to fill the silence of the room, and aimlessly picked up the bot she had been tinkering with, tinkering with for days on straight. She had produced a bot army and put in upgrades. Now that she was done she knew it was time to venture outside again. She knew Chi Chi and the others would be worried; besides the guys would probably want their bots to train with by now. Yet she could bring herself to get up. Perhaps it was the fact that she hadn't exercised, eaten (barely) or talked to anyone in over a week. Bulma placed the bot back down on the table, to lay her head in her crossed arms. No, she knew the reason why she didn't want to go outside. It occupied her mind 24/7 and filled up the empty room that she vacated.

'Vegeta'

Bulma could feel a tear slide down her cheek, apparently she wasn't fully healed yet, another reason to stay put. Bulma sighed; she thought she cried herself out. The first 3 days she had locked herself in the room she had cried the hardest, more than she could ever remember, more than when her pet hamster died, more than when she and Yamcha had broken up temporarily, and she hated it.

'Why must I be such a cry-baby, and over a guy, I swear it's completely pathetic, I'm such a…weakling' Bulma chocked on a sob. Just one word from his vocabulary could break her. How would she fair when she had to be in the same room as him, or talk to him, or had to show him how to work the bots. She would be a total wreck.

'But why am I upset? Wasn't I the one who told him to go away? Wasn't I the one who told him I didn't trust him? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?'

"Bulma…"

Bulma whirled around to face to an open door. She squinted from the light, like a mole person would. She preferred to work in the dark when she was depressed yet now the outside light cascaded into the room covering every inch and gave her cerulean sparkle back into her eyes. Bulma quick whipped the signs of tears away from her face and smirked sadly at her best friend.

"One week, you held out longer than I expected, I thought I'd be out in a day." Chi Chi smiled wearily back. At least she had her sense of humor back.

"Yeah, well the boys were driving me insane; I'm in much need of female company."

"Oh, so this is for YOU'RE benefit?"

"What? No I didn't mean it like-" yet before Chi Chi could come up with a lame excuse and start perspiring, Bulma cut her off with a childish giggle.

"Chi relax, it's ok I was joking, ha ha you're so uptight just like Veg-" Bulma abruptly shut her mouth and looked at the floor, 'why did I have to bring up the Jerk?' the two friends remained silent until Chi Chi couldn't stand it any longer. She walked confidently over to Bulma, took her hand in hers and gave her a friendly tug.

"Let's get you out of here." Bulma stared up at her longest friend, loving her for who she was just then, and without hesitation followed her outside.

The bodies were barely visible, as they blazed across the room in a heated battle. It could be seen that the room couldn't take the pressure as dents formed on the ceiling, walls and floor. The force of power was overwhelming shaking the entire metal room, and the only way not to shake was to hover in the air. Krillin's frowned deepened as he followed the fight. It was incredibly, he didn't know how but this was the best fight between the two saiyans he had seen in a long time. They were perfectly matched in immense power, and the fight had been going on for 30minutes straight. Their training had been intense for a week now, with fierce spar one after the other. He knew it was in their blood to train vigorously, and their first for blood and a good spar was what they lived for. Yet this time was different. This time it wasn't for the thrill and lust of a good fight, too feel the iron taste of blood swish in your mouth after a good hit, or the adrenaline of power when your opponent is helpless. This intense week of training, with little breaks, sleep and food was for Vegeta. And it started precisely 5 am the day after Bulma's big freak out. He, Kakkarot nor Chi Chi knew what had come over the two, it was probably one of their stupid fights again, however as the days progressed their conditions seemed to worsen. Bulma never came out of her room, and Krillin thought that at some points in their spars Vegeta would actually kill them. He had his blood thirsty glint in his eye; the Oozaru within him was overpowering his mind. He barely talked, more than usual, or ate and his strength was endlessly powerful. Both Kakkarot and Krillin knew it had to stop before Vegeta lost all control. Krillin gritted his teeth, suddenly his opportunity opened up, when Kakkarot seemed to have Vegeta in a vulnerable position with his back towards Krillin. Grasping the moment Krillin rushed up behind Vegeta, bawled up his fist together and swung them with full force down on the prince's back sending him crashing to the ground. Without hesitation Kakkarot and Krillin were on top of Vegeta, pinning him under their weight.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? LET ME GO YOU SONS OF BITCHES THIS IS AN INEXCUSABLE WAY TO TREAT YOUR PRINCE!"

"Sorry Vegeta, but this is the only way we can get you to listen" Kakkarot frowned apologetically at his prince, he knew this was a blow to his pride and he would be pissed off for sure, but both him and Krillin figured this was the only way to get through to the arrogant prince.

"Vegeta we have to stop training now. We need to eat and sleep, we have been going on for a week now and it's not healthy especially for you."

"This is treason, I swear if we were on Vegeta-sei right now I'd have both your heads for this, let go of me right this instant!" Vegeta hissed venomously.

"C'mon Vegeta we need to rest and eat, and then think about training again, maybe we can try another approach, maybe we can see if the bots are ready?" Krillin desperately tried to reason with Vegeta.

"NO! I refuse to use worthless human contraptions, they are not assistance to us and would probably slow us down, and that bitch can't build for shit."

"Vegeta, c'mon don't be mad at Bulma she didn't do anything wrong."

"Just let me go I need to train baka!"

"No Vegeta we need to have a break, pleassse!"

"DON'T YOU TWO IDIOTS GET IT? I NEED TO TRAIN! I NEED TO; I NEED TO GET THESE THOUGHTS OUT OF MY HEAD; IT'S EATING ME AWAY AND I NEED TO GET THE SHIT BEATEN OUT OF ME TO TAKE MY MIND OFF HER SO DON'T TOUCH ME UNLESS YOU ARE WILLING TO HURT ME!" both Kakkarot's and Krillin's eyes widened in shock, this was the first time their prince had ever, EVER shared the slightest bit of his emotions with them. They didn't know whether to let him go and bow at his feet or run away frightened to hell.

Vegeta closed his eyes,

'Kami did I just say that? FUCK! I just had to mention her, damnit! Damnit! Damnit! You're such a weakling, you weren't going to ever, EVER think about her again remember, and then you go and tells these low life how much she is effecting you, KAMI WHAT IS MY PROBLEM!!!'

"…get off me…" Kakkarot and Krillin leaped off Vegeta abruptly. The three sat in a circle, staring awkwardly at each other for a moment or two before Vegeta silently got up and headed for the door. However he couldn't leave the room since Zarbon and Dodoria decided to enter at that particular moment and block the doorway. Vegeta snarled at Zarbon. This was the first time he had seen his ugly face since, that day. All his suppressed emotions started to boil inside of him, and he knew he had to get out of there before he completely lost it.

"move" Vegeta began to walk through the gap between Frieza's henchman until Dodoria's fat presence blocked his path smiling like an idiot. Vegeta enraged screamed in the blobs face.

"MOVE FAT ASS!"

"Tsk Tsk Vegeta, you need to control that temper or you might one day do something stupid and lose something you truly value, oh no wait, that already happened, tell me how is little Blue?" Vegeta screamed in rage and took a fighting stance.

"ZARBON IF YOU VALUE ANYTHING I SUGGEST YOU MOVE!" however instead of taking a fighting stance in return Zarbon motioned him to stop.

"Vegeta I don't have time for the self pity games, I'm here to tell you and your cretins to pack your things, your going on a mission."

"Where?" Kakkarot spoke up.

"If I knew I wouldn't tell you anyway, no stop blabbing and go find your other Ape and get your asses to Frieza pronto!"

Vegeta growled at Zarbon. He was starting to really push his buttons, the thought of snapping his neck was becoming a nightly fantasy for Vegeta and he would have given anything to do it just then.

"C'mon" he ordered the other two has he shoved his way past Zarbon and Dodoria. They needed to find Radditz quickly; Vegeta knew that Frieza's patience was fleeting.

"Ok just stir for a few minutes until it's a fluffy type substance." Chi Chi handed Bulma a bowl of ingredients and a wooden spoon. This was the first time she had let anyone cook with her, especially Bulma, she might be a genius in the labs but put her in a kitchen and it was like watching a headless chook. Chi Chi bit her lip as she turned form Bulma, in reality she was fighting an inner battle of not grabbing the spoon back and 'shooing' Bulma out of 'her' kitchen. Yet certain times called for certain measures and sacrifice. Letting Bulma cook with her wasn't too bad, she needed to get her out of the bedroom and do something else and breathe fresh air.

"Chi are you sure you don't mind me doing this, I mean if you were in my lab tinkering around, I'm sorry I would freak."

"Ha ha, ok firstly I would never have to be in a lab, and secondly it is high time you learn how to cook missy, I mean what are you going to do? Order take-out every night? I don't think so!"

"Ha ha, I guess you have a point, you never know though, what if your precious microwave or oven broke, and you'd need to learn how to fix it. Yeah there's an idea I'll teach you how to repair them as thanks for teaching me how to cook!" The two girls laughed, loving being in each others presence.

"Ok I think it's done" Bulma showed Chi her concoction.

"Hey that looks pretty good, ok now just carefully pour the batter into the tin and put it in the oven!" Bulma followed the instructions given to her. She slowly with precision and delicacy poured the batter into the tray, her eyes squint and her tongue protruding past her lips slightly. Chi Chi had to bite her lip. The scene was hilarious. Suddenly she couldn't hold is any longer and burst out laughing, causing Bulma to jump making half the batter splash out of the bowl onto the kitchen board, floor and in Bulma's face and hair.

"Aw Chi Chi!"

"Ha ha I'm so sorry Bulma, I just couldn't help it, here just pour the rest of the batter into the tin then well clean up the mess." Bulma grumbled but proceed and put the tin into the oven to cook. Then the girls got on their hands and knees and started to scrubs the floor clean.

"You know there is a reason why I don't cook."

"Yeah why is that?"

"Well It was back on…Vegeta-sei…and anyway we were all hungry so decided to get the scary looking cook to make us some food, I swear Chi Chi, this was like the scariest cook I have ever seen, tops off even u and Soko combined he he."

"Hey careful"

"Ha ha sorry, yeah well that was the only time I went because I knew that Veg- I mean the guys were with me. So we get to the kitchen and no-one is there, so we decide to rade the fridge and cupboards, but nothing was there." Bulma propped her back against the kitchen counter with a distant glint in her eye. Chi Chi also stopped cleaning and sat waiting eagerly for Bulma to continue, it was so cute listening to stories about her and Kakkarot when they were kids.

"Well then we have the bright idea to cook ourselves, so after we had practically destroyed the kitchen, I mean destroyed, food everywhere, pipes burst, ovens damaged, I seriously can't remember how we got it into that state. Anyway we were about to put the thing into the oven when the chef gets back, Kami, ha ha were we in trouble, he was shouting and screaming and blasting ki beams all over the place and chasing us with spatulas. I seriously thought I was going to die, and because I was the smallest and weakest I of course tripped, scrapped my knees, and the chef began to advance towards me with the spatula. Ha ha put me off cooking for life." By this time both Bulma and Chi Chi were on the ground burst with laughter.

"Kami, that was too good, so what happened? Did you get a spatula whooping?"

"No I didn't, I…" Bulma suddenly lost her former happy giggling self and became solemn, avoiding Chi Chi's eyes.

"What?" Chi Chi concerned crawled toward her best friend to meet her gaze.

"He…"Bulma sighed.

"Vegeta flew, picked me up, stunned the chef and flew us out of the kitchen."

"Oh…" Chi Chi looked down knowing that they had trod on sensitive areas.

"…he always did that, especially when we were kids, swooped down and saved me whenever I was in trouble, never missed once…" Bulma could feel her tears sting her eyes and roll down the side of her cheeks. Suddenly she felt a thumb rub away the tears off her face attentively. The motion felt familiar, and ignited warmth within her stomach. He did the exact same thing, wipe away her tears. Bulma chocked on a sob. She missed the feeling terribly. She missed him so much it hurt. She missed how he secretly cared for her and how they would share little moments that told her everything, like they were stripped naked in front of each other, unable to hide anything. Suddenly she realized, the reason why she cried and thought about him was that she still loved him, no matter what he did. He would never do anything to hurt her, yet she had to betray him by not believing or trusting him, and the thought that she had lost him forever scared her out of her mind.

"CHI CHI! I know what I have to do now; can you tell me where Vegeta is?"

"Bulma I don't know if you should see him right now I mean-"

"Chi please, I don't want to lose him." Chi Chi sighed, she'd never understand those two, and maybe there wasn't anything to understand. Maybe it was plain as the nose on her face and nobody, not even they realized it. They loved each other, a unique unbreakable love that would last forever.

"Training room." Bulma quickly gave her best friend a hug and raced out the door, this time she would not lose him.

The three Saiyans stood outside the local bar for Frieza's warriors. Radditz had to be there, it was the last place that they could think of.

"I swear to Kami if he is not there, Frieza won't be able to punish him because when I get my hands on him I'm gonna kill him!"

"Lets check" Kakkarot opened the door to the bar. It was dark and dingy inside. Vision was impaired by the smoke lingering around in the air. The smell of sweaty warrior and alcohol hit the three Saiyans like a powerful ki blast.

"How does Radditz stand this?" Krillin made a face of disgust.

"Ok split up and look for him." The three Saiyans went there separate ways. Vegeta went straight up to the bar, occasionally shoving aliens in his way. Suddenly a large force brought him down upon a seat.

"HEY VEGETA!" the stench of alcohol filled Vegeta's nostrils, making him winch.

"Radditz, do you know how long it took us to find you? I swear I could kill you right now, get your ass moving we have to report to Frieza NOW!"

"Aww c'mon Vegeta just have a drink, your so uptight."

"Radditz I swear to Kami if you don't move now I will-"

"Will what? Vegeta why kill me if you have spent all this time looking for me? Look just have one drink with me and then I'll come willingly, trust me you'll need it to put up with Frieza." Vegeta rolled his eyes. Radditz left him with no choice. Kakkarot and Krillin suddenly appeared up behind them.

"Lil bro, here have a drink!"

"Erm, no thank you…"

"Oh come on you little prude. It's not going to do anything to you, see Vegeta is going to have one, HEY!" Radditz yelled over to the bar tender, he made a gesture. Then shortly after 4 big glasses of alcohol was served.

"Just one Radditz then we have to go, you clear on that asshole?" Radditz smirked but nodded then began to down his drink. Kakkarot eyes his glass suspiciously, took a sniff, made a face and then took the tiniest sip. Krillin, a little braver took a generous gulp and smiled reassuringly at Vegeta. Vegeta sneered at his drink before taking a gulp. He felt the vile drink slide smoothly down his throat, suddenly he felt burning warmth in the pit of his stomach, he liked it, so he took another sip and another and another and another.

Soon enough there were stacks of empty glasses on the bar in front of the Saiyans. Vegeta watched his world spin around him before his very eyes, but he didn't give a shit. In fact he didn't seem to care about anything at all. He felt like his mind was flying amongst the open universe, he felt indestructible, he felt free.

"Hey Vegeta, I love you man, and you know, if you are having bitch problems I can totally fix that." Vegeta chuckled.

"Really? Then you are a better Saiyan than I, she drives me insane."

"Fuck her Vegeta, she's too, too, she's a bitch, you want someone who is easy, here." Radditz suddenly shoved a girl on to Vegeta's lap.

"This is Aya"

"Hey" Vegeta stared up at the pretty girl on his lap; she had long thick black hair, and sharp yet sparkling dark orbs. She slightly pushed her breast against his chest as she leaned forward to smile sweetly at him.

"Hey" Vegeta slurred.

Bulma raced down the corridors, not stopping for a breath or anything. She needed desperately to get to Vegeta. She felt her heart thrash against her rib cage, practically calling out to her Saiyan prince. She longed to look into his deep dark endless eyes and loose herself within them. She longed for his touch, his kiss, his arms wrapped securely around her and to just listen to the rhythmic patterns of his breath in time with the beating of his heart. She could see the training room dead ahead. Her excitement began to grow as she thought how she would greet the egotistical Saiyan. Would she smile sexily? Or through herself on top of him and lavish him with kisses. Stopping outside the training room she quickly brushed through her hair with her fingers, whipped the sweat from her palms and forehead, and rearranged her boobs in her bra and adjusted the straps. Reassuring herself that it was the right thing and she looked as good and she could make herself she entered.

The training room was empty making Bulma's heart sink. She ran all that way and he wasn't even there, where could he be? Suddenly she could here rustling around the corner. Letting curiosity get the best of her the Bulma made her way around the corner, she screamed. In front of her, on the ground, Vegeta was shirtless making out with some random girl. She couldn't help it be she screamed her lungs out, startling the couple on the ground. Vegeta groggily looked up to see were the piercing noise had come from. Yet his to mortal horror the last person he ever expected stood right before him, catching him red handed. All they could do was stare at each other. Bulma could feel her heart rip into two; her vision was blurred by the free tears flowing like a waterfall. She could feel her body shake violently and was about to collapse. She felt physical weak and sick. Vegeta didn't know what to do, her scream woke him out of his drunken state and now that he was sober he had to face this. It wasn't fair. However he couldn't dwell on his actions and the fairness of them, for he had a broken woman, his woman standing before him. Once again he had hurt her, and this time he let the guilt overwhelm him.

"Bulma, it's not as it-" Vegeta reached out to her, trying to grasp her hand in reassurance. He had to make her believe it was a mistake, which he didn't mean for any of it to happen.

"Get away from me" she hissed venomously.

"This is the last time Vegeta, the last time that you hurt me, I can't take anymore of it, I can't! Your killing me do you realize that? I thought you cared, I know you never said so but I thought there was something there, but apparently I was mistaken, I love…well I loved you Vegeta, but now I see it was all in vain, so do us both a favor, go fuck your little whore and never speak to me again."

And with that the broken heiress ran as fast as her legs could carry her out of the training room. She didn't know where she was going; she just needed to get as far away from Vegeta as possible. She hoped to kami that he didn't follow her, she didn't know if she could handle it. Suddenly she crashed into something hard. However before she could fall to the ground two strong arms caught and balanced her. Bulma looked up at whom she ran into.

"Hey…"

A/N:...MUAHAHAHAHA who has she run into, how will Vegeta get himself outta this one? please read and review and tell me what you think! thanks for taking ur time to read this i appreciate it soo much and i hope u enjoyed it!

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