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"Hey Bulma, where's the fire?" the soothing, light-hearted voice filled Bulma's head contrasting to her inner turmoil and grief. Why did bad things always happen to her? WHY? Without hesitation Bulma flung her arms around the person's neck and held on with all her might as she cried mercilessly into a hard chest.

"…I'm so confused…" she barely made out between her sobs. She felt two arms wrap around her waist protectively and started to soothingly stroke her back trying to calm her down. When her body's violently shaking subsided she felt fingers gently tip up her head making her looking to concerned eyes.

"Bulma, what's wrong?" Bulma hiccupped pathetically and stared back, did she really want to share her grief with anyone? The pain was too much to bear for the heiress and she knew she needed to let it out, and even someone may miraculously make it go away, even though she highly doubted it, yet there wasn't anything wrong in trying.

"It's a long story; can we talk about it somewhere else please Geiton?"

"What did that bitch want?" Vegeta abruptly turned around to Aya. He had completely forgotten about her presence and he stared dumbstruck at the door where Bulma had just fled out in a fit of tears. Vegeta couldn't believe what just happened. It was too horrific to accept. She hadn't left her blasted room in a week apparently, they hadn't spoken, fought or seen each other in a week, and even though he had his intense training to keep him occupied she still managed to crawl into his head and plague his thoughts. He hated it. He hated that she had so much power over him and that he was helpless to act upon it. He never asked to feel anything for the human, yet from what just took place it was painfully obvious that he did. For the gut wrenching pain in his heart was almost too much to compress. He had definitely blown it this time. She had trusted him to some extent and it was one thing yelling and screaming and called her a stupid fat ugly whore bitch and then run off for a year but he had betrayed her, and he knew that he may never be able to fix it

'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,'

She loves him, well had. Vegeta closed his eyes. No one had ever told him that they loved him. Even as an infant neither his father nor mother ever mentioned the words love to him. They did on several occasions, express it to him with actions, and his mother was forever giving him playfully cheek kisses either to piss him off or out of affection. Yet the word love was frowned upon in Saiyan customs and was seen as a weak emotion that only took form as a burden. But now that in the mere one second he found out she loved him, then took it away he was left more empty than ever before. He needed her to love him, to forgive him and to always be there with him. He wanted to beat himself up for thinking such weak thoughts and forget about the whole ordeal, but the royal blood pumping through his veins, providing life told him otherwise. Suddenly he felt a gentle touch on his bare shoulder. It burned him.

"Come on Vegeta, where were we?" Vegeta shuddered at her touch and roughly shrugged her off. Turning around emotionless he stared at Aya. The thought of kissing her made him sick.

"This was a mistake, I'm leaving." And with that he turned and walked towards the door however stopped when he heard her voice.

"You know if she loved you she would have listened, you're chasing a lost dream Bud." Vegeta closed his eyes and clenched his fist. As much as he hated to admit it Aya's statement was probably true, and that hurt the most, having others voice the biggest fear in his heart.

"I didn't ask you" he answered lamely and walked out of the training room.

The galaxy looked down upon the Prince as he lay, defeated under the starry night on top of a roof. Aya's words echoed through his head and fused together with Bulma's. Would she ever forgive him? Vegeta huffed at his own stupidity. Of course she wouldn't, not after everything he had done to her. And this was the just icing on the fucking cake. This was the action that allowed her to completely fall off the edge and gave him no chance to make amends. Vegeta sighed into the night. Why was this happening to him? Why did he have to drink that much and let Radditz influence him? Why did she HAVE to walk in just then? Suddenly a notion smacked Vegeta straight across the face, why was she there in the first place? Why had she come out of her room? Why did she come to the training room? Why was she affected by what she saw so much? Wasn't she the one who told him she couldn't trust him anymore and make it seem that she didn't want anything to do with him anymore? Vegeta massaged his temples, women where perplexing and was slowly wearing him down. There would only be to reasons as two why she left her room, Kakkarots harpy partner made her, or she had gotten over her frustration with him enough to face him again, which could be positive or negative. Yet her presence in the training room still puzzled the Prince. Why was she there? She didn't have a reason to be, and it looked like she didn't have any sort of mechanical equipment with her therefore she must have intended on talking with someone, but who? Surely Bulma wouldn't want to face anyone for a while after coming out of her room, and Chi Chi wouldn't have sent her to fetch Kakkarot, Krillin and himself for dinner. So why was she there? Vegeta strained his mind for an answer, conjuring up every possibility. Leaving her room, coming to the training room, her reaction. Suddenly everything fell into place, making Vegeta sit abruptly up in realization. The reason to her reaction was because she left her room to make amends with the Prince and therefore went to the training room, knowing he would be there. The realization hit the prince hard. She was going to confront him and make peace because she loved him. And now, after what she had seen, there was an extremely slim chance that would ever happen. He would never be able to hold her in his arms, and kiss her. He would never be able to whisk her away and make love to her. They would never be able to share intimate moments that only existed between the two of them, and she would never appreciate him for protecting her. Suddenly a burning rage overcame his body as he leapt up into the sky and took off to find the blue haired woman.

'I won't allow that to happen, this idiot game ends here, tonight! Woman, you better be ready.'

Geiton lead the way back to their labs holding onto Bulma's quivering hand. He had never seen Bulma so shaken up before, whatever happened he intended to get to the bottom of it. Leading her to the back of the labs he gently picked up the vulnerable scientist and sat her on the desk. He left her side for only a minute to retrieve tissues and a blanket which he used to cover her trembling body and gently began to dab away her tears. He couldn't believe such a beautiful creature could get hurt this much. Whoever, or what did this to her should die.

"There you go, all better, now do you want to talk about it?" he asked gently. Bulma nodded her head as Geiton wheeled a chair over to face her and humbly took a seat in front of her.

"Ok shoot"

"Well…" Bulma sighed, planning out what she was going to say.

"This is going to sound extremely stupid, like some little school girl crush dilemma, but me and…Vegeta…" Geiton winced at the Prince's name. 'So he's the one causing her hurt, why the fuck would she waste her feelings on that worthless bastard' he thought bitterly yet nodded Bulma on to continue her story.

"well, we kinda have this thing, I'm not really sure what it is, I mean was, I mean I don't know…I have feelings for him, that's all I know, and even though he has done some pretty horrible and unforgivable things, I always find a way to forgive him and help him, well at least try. You must think I am crazy, helping that selfish son of a bitch, but I can't help it. I know there is good in him, I've seen it, and I know somewhere there is that little prince I used to know, I am he was still a pompous arrogant prick back then but held the innocence and kindness of any child and I know that is still there in him. I thought he cared about me too, and just didn't know how to express it, but today proved me wrong, I found him and…" but Bulma couldn't finish her sentence. Her body started to shake and her tears fell freely and she started to choke on her sobs. The pain from the training came rushing back stronger than before. She felt strong arms wrap themselves around her and she buried her face in Geiton's chest.

"I found him with another woman" she cried softly into his chest, almost too soft to hear, but he heard it and only drew her closer into the embrace. He could feel the heiress calm down; lowering his head, he sighed in her sweet smelling hair.

'What an idiot, how could he do this to her? Doesn't he see how good he had it, hmph, too late now.' Lowering his head further he whispered into her ear.

"Bulma, he is a fool. He doesn't realize or appreciate the beauty within you, and for that he is blind. I can't understand how he can treat you the way he does, you are a beautiful intelligent woman, and he doesn't deserve to even look at you. So don't cry over him, because he is not even worth it." Bulma widened her eyes in shock, firstly because of what Geiton said was semi true, but also because of warm lips that he just descended roughly onto hers.

Bulma sat motionless as Geiton's lips were pressed against hers. It shock was too much for her to respond, or even push her away, however when he started to move his soft lips in a fluent motion she could resist but to give into the kiss. All her senses were switched off, and the ache for love and to be loved in return captivated her heart and mind, over shadowing her rational thoughts. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her fingers through his unruly hair. However something was not right. Letting Geiton push his tongue passed her teeth and into her mouth she soon discovered what. Geiton was not Vegeta. His hair was much more course than Vegeta's astoundingly soft hair, his smell was plain and dull, and his kisses were rough like Vegeta's yet didn't hold the passion and fire that Vegeta possessed. She felt no flame at the pit of her stomach and he cheeks didn't blush the way they used to. She soon realized the mistake she had made, she could never replace Vegeta, and no matter what he did to her she still loved the big idiot. Suddenly she felt Geiton's hands run up and down her legs.

"Geiton, this is wrong, please stop." Bulma mumbled against the scientist lips and she tried to pull away, however Geiton's hand on the back of her head prevented her to do so.

"Shh Bulma it will be ok." Ignoring Bulma's cries Geiton forcefully pushed Bulma to lie on the table and crawled on top of her. Bulma's eyes widened in fear and let out a scream, however it was muffled by Geiton's mouth. She could feel his hands run violently down her body, feeling her up. Bulma felt disgusting and violated, she wanted to vomit, yet everything had seemed to have gone numb, she tried to struggle, however his strong arms and weight pinned her on the table. Suddenly she felt his hands around her crotch. Bulma instantly knew how serious the situation had gotten and she started to panic. She struggled with all her might as she felt his repulsive hands undo her jeans and pull them around her knees.

"GEITON STOP IT NOW! PLEASE STOP!" in horror she bit forcefully on to his lip, drawing blood. He instantly pulled away. Bulma could taste his blood rolling around in her mouth, she started to gag and splutter blood however a hug force connected with her cheek when Geiton brutally slapped her across the face. The impact was enormous which made her fall off the table, however before she could recover Geiton was again on top of her, but now fiddling with his pants. Bulma manage to emit a piercing scream, through her own blood that was now pouring out of her mouth.

"Shut up Bulma, if you just cooperate this will all be over soon." Tears sprung into Bulma's eyes as Geiton reached for her underwear, and in one fell swoop, tore them off.

'This can't be happening, this can't be happening..,' was all Bulma could think about, she was vulnerable to act against it and her mind seemed to be going insane. Suddenly an immense force pushed through her walls making her scream in pain. She continued to scream into his mouth, praying to Kami someone would hear, but she knew it was futile. Bulma's eyes began to roll to the back of her head as she began to loose consciousness, the pain and her emotion turmoil began to overwhelming her and she couldn't hold on. Unexpectedly the painfully thrusting stopped, and the weight on top of her was lifted. Suddenly she heard a familiar scream.

"GET OFF HER YOU FUCKER!" Bulma weakly smiled before she passed out,

'…Vegeta…'

Vegeta could not believe his eyes when he made his way to the back room of the science labs. The son of a bitch was fucking the woman, HIS WOMAN! When Vegeta heard her scream he rushed as fast as he could to her rescue, yet he never expected to see this, it was unbearable. That slimly bastard was raping Bulma! Before Vegeta knew what he was doing, he began to power up immensely and hurled towards Geiton, sending his fist directly into his jaw, sending him to fly across the room and slam into the wall. However, before Geiton could recover, Vegeta rushed over and picked him up by the collar.

"See you in Hell" Vegeta pressed his palm to the bastard's heart, ready to fire, wanting more than anything to end his life. However before he could let off the ki blast he heard a faint cry in the distance turning his head ever so slightly he could see Bulma. Her whole body was bruised, and cuts where visible across her body. Blood was oozing out of her mouth as she coughed violently. Vegeta could feel his heart weaken, she if died on him he didn't know what he'd do. Geiton, regaining his composure took this chance to let off a ki blast right into the Prince's chest, managing to push him off in order for him to flee from the room, however Vegeta was too quick. Running towards the door Vegeta let off a series of ki blast into the main lab, no one could survive the attack. Vegeta swiftly made his way to Bulma and scooped her up into his arms as gently as he could. However at his touch Bulma's body squirmed and balled up.

"Don't you trust me Onna?" was all the Prince said, yet Bulma, even in her beaten state could detect the sorrow in his voice. As they left the main lab, Bulma was amazed by the devastation, rubble smoke and fire was everywhere. Suddenly she spied, lying in the midst of all the rubble, a beaten up red corpse with silver hair. Bulma moaned and buried her head in Vegeta's chest trying to erase the pain.

Neither of the two spoke as they entered their quarters. Luckily it was late and everyone was asleep. Vegeta, without any hesitation headed to his room, where he gentle placed Bulma on his bed and walked into the bathroom. Soon Bulma could hear the sound of water rushing out of a tap. Vegeta emerged from the bathroom picked her up again and took her into the bathroom where she could see a bath was running.

"Take off your top" he ordered, yet gently. Bulma hesitated for a moment, yet decided not to argue. Taking off her top both her and Vegeta gasped at the sight of a huge bruise across her abs. Bulma absent mindedly touched it, however withdrew her hand and winched in pain.

"Get into the bath." Bulma stared at Vegeta. His manner began to irritate her, she had been just fucking raped for kami sake, and here he is ordering her around. However before she could retort Vegeta quickly said,

"Don't you trust me Onna?" Bulma open and closed her mouth like a fish. She didn't know what to say, probably why she didn't answer him when he first asked it. She knew that she trusted him, yet her annoying negative voice in her head kept on reminding her about the training room incident, yet again without answering she climbed painfully into the bath. Any movement she made invoked pain, Vegeta could tell, however it all seemed to disappear when she lay down into the warm soothing water. Vegeta knelt down and picked up the wash cloth and dipped it into the water. Then he began to work on the cuts and bruises on Bulma's face. She watched him silently, however he dabbed the cloth a little too hard against her cheek, making her wince in pain.

"Sorry" he said softly, looking directly into her eyes. Bulma's heart melted at his sincerity.

"It's ok" she whispered back, as if the walls could hear. Suddenly she noticed some scratches evident on his face and amour. Slowly lifting her hand out of the water she took the cloth from Vegeta and pulled his chin towards her. Vegeta, eyed her suspiciously and looked as if he was going to pull back.

"Don't you trust me Vegeta?" Bulma watched amused as Vegeta's eyes widened at her. She knew he was at loss of words. Bulma smirked a little and prodecced to tend to the wounds on his face. Once she had cleaned up his face Vegeta picked her up out of the tub, raised his ki level to dry her and sat her on the toilet seat. He produced a bottle of ointment and began to rub it on her shoulders and arms, where ever a wound was apparent. Bulma closed her eyes as his bare hands traced her collar bone, then down the valley of her breasts and stopped at the bruise at her abs. She felt him make her stand up so he could reach the bruise easily. She bit her lip as her gently massaged the ointment to her bruise. Bulma watched Vegeta as he applied the ointment. His expression was concentrated, not rearing off to any other parts of her body such as her boobs or womanhood, yet he was totally focused on helping her to notice anything sexual. At that moment Bulma felt completely safe and comfortable with the Saiyan Prince. He was a man of honor and pride, and would never disgrace anyone. She had been wrong about him and knew that she had to make it up to him somehow however the pain was overwhelming and she began to sway. Vegeta caught her before she could fall and picked her up to take her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and placed the covers on top of her naked body.

"Vegeta, lie next to me…" she mumbled. Obediently Vegeta stripped down to his boxers and crawled underneath the covers to face Bulma. Bulma smiled softly at the prince in front of her. In the first time in a while she felt content. However Vegeta on the other hand was itching to remove a burden from his conscious.

"Bulma, about today, in the training room, it wasn't what it looked like, I didn't know what I was doing, I,I… I'm sorry." Bulma gently placed a finger on his lips to quiet the Prince.

"Vegeta, it's ok I believe and forgive you, I trust you with all my heart and know that you would never intend to hurt me." Suddenly a weight was lifted off Vegeta's shoulders; she forgave and trusted him that was all that mattered.

"I will never let anyone hurt you from now on, I've done more of my fair share and I'm sorry." He couldn't believe how apologetic he was being tonight, however he felt it was the right thing to do for once. A tear rolled down Bulma's face. Impulsively Vegeta gently brushed it away with his thumb. He missed the feel of her skin, and the heat that radiated off her body. He missed her silky blue tresses, and magical blue orbs. Tracing her jaw line he brushed her rosy lips with his thumb.

"You're beautiful" he whispered as he bent down to gently kiss where his thumb has just been. Bulma sighed happily at the feel of his lips against hers. She wanted to be there for the rest of her life and she could have not been happier.

"Vegeta…I love you…" Vegeta's eyes snapped open and he drew away from Bulma, not knowing what to say.

"Woman…I…I can't…"

"Hush…its ok, don't ruin it, just accept it…" Vegeta nodded against her finger that had shut his lips. He carefully drew her to his body, taking extra care not to hurt her. Vegeta buried his head in her hair and sighed, he couldn't say those words, not now, but the knowledge that she did and accepted that he could voice it was enough to make him die a happy man. Vegeta gently kissed the top of her forehead as sleep took over him. Bulma sighed into his chest. She knew that he couldn't say he loved her, he probably didn't even know what the word meant, and his pride wouldn't let. Yet she had to say it, she had to let him know how she felt. And even though he didn't return the words, his actions and the fact that he didn't run away showed how he truly felt. Perfectly content, Bulma began to drift off to sleep listening to the rhythmical beating of his heart.

A/N: what did u think? vegeta alittle too OCC? im sorry if he was, this is a tender part of the story so i needed him to take it down a notch in asshole-ism! hehe, but dont worry our prince we all know and love will return, i mean anything and everything can piss that guy off!hehe! please review and tell me wat u think, or if u want u can shout at me for talking so long, i know i deserve it. btw i have been reading a few good Avatar: the last airbender fics if u are into them, they are Zutara (Zuko and Katara) and i recommend them highly! please read and review and thanks again to everyone! lots of love!

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