******Bulma******

It was a cool and calm night in West City. Bulma had been traveling day and night for almost a week, dealing with Yamcha's shitty hover cars. He had 5 in all but only 1 hadn't broken down – karma for stealing them as far as Bulma was concerned, but she only wished she hadn't been with him while each had met its end.

Once they reached the outskirts of West City the last available car broke down. Luckily for them, Bulma had been able to find a phone and called her parents. Yamcha had nearly had a heart attack at the thought of meeting her parents and her so boldly telling them over the phone that she was bringing a boy home.

She had, of course, mentioned that the boy had nowhere else to go, but she didn't mention them being a couple. Something she swore was better-said face to face.

"So, what do you think of the city?" asked Bulma, playing with a strand of her hair – twirling it around her finger over and over again.

"I'll be honest, it's been a while since I've lived in a city setting. It's brighter than I remember…" Yamcha trailed off as he stared at the city lights in the distance.

"It's not so bad. I know it's not as…. calm as the desert, but you'll get used to it pretty quickly."

Bulma was glad to finally have the boyfriend of her dreams but she was wondering if he would adapt to city life as well as he had with the desert. She felt a tinge of guilt – felt selfish – for taking him out of his element just to be with her. It was his choice though, right?

He had willingly come with her, ultimately, but it had felt somewhat forced somehow. Like he had only agreed knowing that she wouldn't wait for him had a closer opportunity arose. Which, if she had to be honest, was true to some extent. Bulma Briefs waited for no one, always getting what she wanted when she wanted.

If they had gone through with the long-distance relationship they had originally planned, she surely would have dumped him the moment a boy from school had asked her out. What she really wanted was a boy to cater to her needs and curiosity – arm candy.

Sure, she wanted love, what girl didn't? But her eyes were always set on what she could show off. From her inventions and brilliance to the people she deemed worthy of her company, Bulma demanded the best.

"Now Bulma, I understand the situation, but we cannot allow you two to get too comfortable. We may be lenient with you, but we will not stand you sneaking this boy into your room."

Dr. Briefs lifted a cigarette to his lips and waved the lighter around as he continued to speak firmly yet gently to his hot-tempered daughter.

"We need you to finish with your degrees, we are looking to you to take over the company since your sister has chosen a different path."

Yamcha sat on the sofa in between Bulma and her mother, mortified at the prospect of sex let alone talking about it with his girlfriend's parents. His face was as red as a beet and his nervous sweating was sure to soak through the sofa at any minute.

"Duh! I'm not an idiot you know! Of course, I will continue working to get my education but that doesn't mean I won't be careful if and when our relationship gets to that point! Is this conversation even necessary? You two haven't even asked about my adventure!"

"Oh, I think she's right dear. We should be discussing birth control!" exclaimed Panchy trying her best to not stare at Yamcha for too long.

"What?! No! I mean…. we've only just started dating! We aren't even kissing yet!" Bulma covered her blushing face with both hands, wishing she was anywhere but here at the moment. "Can we please…. talk about this later?" she muttered.

"Hmmm…. birth control eh? I suppose we can go over our options later. Bulma, after you get settled, I'd like to see the notes you took on the fusion generator, I seem to have spilled coffee on mine."

Bulma huffed and stormed off as her parents looked on in the same care-free manner they always did. After a while, Panchy showed Yamcha to his new room – just down the hall from Bulma's as she had so eagerly pointed out. Yamcha was about to approach her bedroom to ask if everything was alright and opted to clean up first.

Puar made herself at home in the new room and slept better than she had in years. When Yamcha exited the bathroom fully dressed, he smiled at his little furry companion and decided it would be a good time as any to try and get some alone time with Bulma. He was still much too nervous around her, something he was sure she'd get tired of if he didn't get his act together soon.

Walking down the hall was eerily quiet. Something about the hall being dark and surrounded by shadows made him nervous, like he was going to be ambushed at any moment. He reached Bulma's room and lifted his hand to knock, quickly losing his nerve. He counted to 10, taking deep breaths in at every odd number and exhaling at every even number.

His palm landed on the door as he took 1 final breath and it moved under its weight. He peered inside to find Bulma stepping out of her towel as she reached the bed – her chosen night clothes sitting on top. Yamcha froze, what was he supposed to do? Leave or close the door and knock? Or maybe close the door and leave?

He hadn't even ripped his eyes away from Bulma when a sudden tap on his shoulder almost caused him to scream. There was Puar, floating next to him with the most disappointed expression he had ever seen on her face. Shit. He stepped away from the door and headed back to his room to explain what had happened before Puar could yell at him in the hall and alert Bulma.

******Vegeta******

It had been several months since the first time he found himself in possession of someone else's body during his sleep. He had tried several of the paths by now but found himself favoring the dark green path he had taken. The path that had led him to feel and experience a woman – and she was always very willing. It may have been only a dream, but he enjoyed every sleeping moment with her, listening to her moans and watching her writhe under him from the first-person perspective. Training himself to pick up the pleasure cues from her body. Vegeta may not have had the first-hand experience in his own body but if learning to please a woman was possible without lying with a tramp then it was an opportunity he just couldn't pass up.

He knew it wouldn't last though – nothing good ever did. The last time he traveled down that path the woman changed – her glare turning venomous and the spite written on her face a clear indication of what she was about to do. She was going to try and kill him. However, it seemed that the deed had been done before Vegeta arrived. The body had been paralyzed and even he couldn't look past how clever it had been of her to dust the bed with poisonous pollen from the Pluphevina flower as she explained the why and how.

Now he was back, another failed mission, another week of being denied proper healing in a tank and for what? Because he hadn't protected some stupid fruit from some stupid planet that, apparently, made the best wine. Ridiculous! Perhaps the final path would relieve him of his stress. The others had proven to be boring or inhabited by horrendous looking creatures. He had woken up to vomiting so hard his stomach ached for hours on end thanks to the dark, mustard-yellow path.

The final path was a dark purple path, the door only having a dim glow emanating from the other side. Vegeta stared at the light for a moment and wondered if perhaps he would be getting lucky with this door. He hesitated slightly, feeling the hair on his neck stand on end – warning him to stay on his guard – but walked through the threshold.

It was dark. The sensation of silk wrapped around his head to cover his eyes tickled his skin as he moved his head slightly. He could hear faint sucking noises and smell the waxy scent of candles burning to create ambiance. In a split second, his body could feel the warmth of a body lingering over his thighs – the warmth of a mouth enveloping him completely to accompany the sounds he was now hearing more clearly.

Vegeta smirked, the sensations causing him to lower his guard completely as he began to thrust his hips in tandem with the wonderful mouth pleasuring him. The sudden removal of the wet heat caused a low whine to escape from his mouth. He bit his lip, hoping that something better was sure to come but was sent into a panic when he himself was being flipped over.

His mind reeled – this couldn't be happening! He was certain he wasn't in a female body, the experiences from the red and brown paths had shown him he couldn't control females. This only meant one thing – he was about to share a bond of trust with another man that he vowed wouldn't happen, not like this, not without his consent!

"Don't worry, my pet. I will give you what you want soon," said the sickly voice that hovered over his naked backside.

'No! No! It can't be! It…. it's Frieza!'

Vegeta could only cower in fear internally, masking any sign of weakness on the outside as he was accustomed to doing in the lizard's presence. His body was mostly frozen in terror, but he had to think! Had to come up with a way out! This was far too real, much more so than the previous paths and to make matters worse – HE COULDN'T WAKE UP!

'This can't be happening! Am I being punished? What have I done wrong in this place to have deserved THIS? Why me? Why had the stupid sloth done this to me? Revenge? That had to be it! The creature had known I would complete my mission and in turn, gave me a false sense of safety! Of course! I'm such a fool for letting my guard down! How could I have ever believed there was a way to escape Frieza!'

Just as he was about to beg for Frieza not to penetrate, the blindfold was removed. Vegeta attempted to look over his shoulder but chickened out knowing full well who that was behind him and not ever wanting to know what his cock looked like. He ground his teeth together feeling extremely powerless at that moment – it's not like he could fight back in a body he had no idea how to use, the acts of sexual pleasure were always easier thanks to the body already being ready for it.

"I want you to watch, my sweet. Watch the different beautiful faces you make as I give you my all."

'FUCK!'

He gulped, hoping that his death would come quickly after looking up into the mirror that was mounted onto the headboard. Slowly, his eyes moved up and a jolt sent him out of the body and back into the vast emptiness he had come in from. Vegeta visibly shuddered, slapping his hands to his face to make sure he was really out of the body he had previously jumped into. Zarbon.

The urge to vomit twisted his gut in different directions, his chest dry heaving as the sweat from his brow had begun to burn his eyes. This was a nightmare! This wasn't a safe haven, this was a torture chamber of false hope!

The fog began to appear, surrounding Vegeta before finally moving away to create the disembodied image of a creature – the same one that had bestowed this lovely parting gift on Vegeta back on Planet Sleuvia. He clutched his chest in an attempt to stop the ache caused by his dry heaving.

'Strange. I've never felt pain here. What's happening? Who the fuck is that?'

"Ah, Saiyan. How has life been treating you? No different from the norm you have become accustomed to, I imagine," stated the Sloth.

"Hmpf! As if you know anything about me! Who are you and what do you want? What is this place?" Vegeta demanded as he finally quelled the pain.

"I am a long dead being, one killed by your hand. After this meeting, who I am will not be important. What will be important, is what you can learn from being here."

Vegeta stared at the sloth in complete irritation as he crossed his arms and gave him a half-lidded, unamused frown. "Care to elaborate on where or what here is?"

"We are nowhere and everywhere. Limbo, if you could even call it that. This is a sacred place created by the Gods of my people. A place to be free of torment and a place to learn to see things through the eyes of others. This sacred ground…"

"Why the hell would I want to 'see things through the eyes of others?'" interrupted Vegeta as he mockingly created air quotes with his fingers.

"To learn."

"We've established that! Why? What does it matter if I see things through the eyes of others? I'm content seeing things through my own eyes! How can a creature speak so much and yet say nothing at all!"

The sloth slowly shook his head and sighed, weighing the consequences of his actions. Should he help see this through or accept that the Saiyan Prince was a lost cause? His elders had mocked him, deeming his decision to let the being that killed him as a futile attempt to change the devil. Why, they had all wondered, why Vegeta? The concept was simple to the sloth, change the leader – change them all.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. There was more that could be done here, he just needed better words. A faster pace even. He noticed Vegeta was losing his already withering patience at a rapid pace. Perhaps the best way to soften the Saiyan was to exploit the realm for what he fancied. Sex.

"Dear Prince, have you not learned a great deal from your time here? You've quite enjoyed yourself in the paths that lead to carnal pleasures. Perhaps you'd like to keep enjoying them?"

"What are you talking about?!"

"You've learned how to please a woman in a way that keeps you from inquiring a deadly wrath from the beast that controls you. Perhaps, learning there is more to life than aiding in destruction won't be a stretch? The Universe is a cold, unforgiving place but fighting to save it…. well…let's just say that could bring you benefits as well."

"TCH! What am I to you? Some sort of superhero? I'm in this to fight and nothing more! Who cares who dies next as long as the blood is on my hands!"

"Fighting to protect can still fill that lust. You just need a reason to want to fight for those who can't fight for themselves. Use the paths to find your reason to triumph over the evil in your heart and the evil that enslaves you. Use this gift to feel what a life without pain could be like and become the savior creatures like me so desperately need. You have great power flowing through you and so much potential. Your heart is not as dark as you think."

Vegeta glared at the sloth with deadly intent. But still…. he weighed his options.

'As if I'd become some sort of savior! My objective to defeat Frieza has always been spurred on by my will to take over! He has stolen my kingdom and my birthright, so I will take his reign in return. On the other hand, this place has been an…experience. Maybe playing along will allow me to have both the pleasures my sleep brings as well as keeping true to my objective. Perfect. There will be women every night and I don't actually have to do anything!'

"And how does this work? I spend my time in here during sleeping hours to search for a reason to be a…. savior…" Vegeta spat the last word as if it was a disease infecting his tongue, "and what? Do you keep an eye on my progress? What makes you think I will find anything? I'm sure you are aware of how many times I visited the door that gave me the most. Only thing I learned was that women can't be trusted."

"Ah yes, the green door. If only you had seen the things that woman did while not pleasing the man you possessed. She wasn't his mate, concubine, or slave. She was his sister…."

Vegeta suddenly had the urge to vomit violently once again. His chest swelling and aching just from the memory of what that pain had felt like. The reminiscent thoughts of what he had experienced within that green door suddenly intensified the feeling, almost to the point he'd swear off women completely. The woman had made no mention of inheriting, she simply said he was no longer needed, and she would take everything by force.

'No. No more women…. but that would just lead to…'

He glanced in the direction the dark purple door had been and shuddered. Nope, not happening.

"…She stood to inherit everything her family owned. The lands, the servants, the riches it all brought in…. such a shame that even she was betrayed shortly after."

"Alright! Alright, just…. stop talking. Damn it! Fine, I will…. try to learn or whatever."

"SPLENDID! This will be your last time here…"

"What?! But you just said…"

"I'm aware of your true intentions and until you truly decide to defeat the monsters for the good of all and not become one, you will not be able to revisit this sacred ground. Your heart must want it more than your…hormones."

"That's so stupid! I'm the monster that killed you!"

With a sudden cold wind, the sloth transformed into a dense white fog. Vegeta stood his ground as best he could against the harsh, cold wind blasting him with ice as the fog passed all around him. He was whipped and battered, the wind finally gaining the upper hand and sending him flying backward into the void.

When Vegeta awoke, he was tired and in agony. The wounds from his punishment ached but the burn of several new cuts brought him the most pain. They didn't just burn, they sent waves of static to his nerves and jolts to his chest. It was like being electrocuted by tiny jumper cables in a well-choreographed pattern. He groaned, wincing from the pain and grimacing at the noises coming from the room.

'Really? Raditz brought a slut in here, AGAIN?'

******Bulma******

Yamcha stared at the movie case and wondered if there was a way to get out of watching it. Bulma had picked some chick flick with some buffed-up, blonde dude on the cover. The woman next to him was petite and holding a rose up to her nose while looking over her shoulder. It looked like utter, tragic garbage. He'd give anything to walk away from this right now, but he knew if he messed this up – she may just lose interest.

"I got the popcorn!" sang Bulma as she walked in with a huge bowl. Panchy followed close behind with a tray of assorted drinks for them and set it down on the coffee table.

"Now you two behave yourselves! I'll be in the garden if you need anything!" Panchy cheerfully drifted towards the exit, humming a tune as she passed the doorway.

The two teens sat on the couch together, the chick flick Bulma had picked starting as they scooted closer together. Yamcha wrapped an arm around her shoulders but still kept some distance in case one of the elder Briefs came back in. He was still nervous about being in their home despite having been there for several weeks.

Tonight felt different though. Bulma had been excessively clingy the entire day and Yamcha knew without a doubt that she was wanting more physical attention. He hadn't been too close to her during their time together, his shy demeanor still working against him even now after establishing a relationship. Bulma nudged his chin with her nose and he cursed himself for having been distracted by his thoughts. She had gotten closer while he had his guard down.

He took a deep breath and smiled at her, just barely catching a glimpse of the soft blush across her cheeks. He gave her a squeeze with the arm wrapped around her and settled in to watch the movie – completely missing the opportunity of a kiss that she had presented him. Bulma only giggled and settled in as well. He was coming around, slowly but surely.

******Vegeta******

Time had passed slowly and Vegeta settled into the usual routine as it had been before his first dream. Things had been quiet, as though Frieza had decided to stop picking on him for the time being – probably had gotten bored with him. Vegeta continued with his missions, purging planet after planet, meeting deadline after deadline. He had even managed to stay under the radar as far as Zarbon and Dodoria went.

Of course, it is always a matter of time before good things come to end. Today, Vegeta was once again picked for an impossible mission. Invade a planet and forge an alliance in the name of the Cold Family. Invading was easy so long as all he had to do was kill everything that moved – hell he had even gotten better at causing less collateral damage during missions. Politics were different though. He wasn't taught how to handle diplomatic business, he was taught to maim and kill, thanks to Frieza.

The invasion was minimally invasive; they crashed landed, only fought when they were attacked first, made their way to the world leaders, and made the proposition. Everything had gone smoothly until the Planet's emperor decided he'd rather not trust a ruthless warrior; royal title be damned. The guards charged at the Saiyans, screaming hateful slurs to the unwelcomed guests. Vegeta tried to hold his temper, trying his best to do enough damage to get the point across without killing the emperor – that was until the Emperor called Vegeta's pride and loyalty into question.

"I've heard of the Saiyans and their strength! Pity that you are all that's left. Your leaders must have been weak for turning over your entire race and entrusting it in the hands of a tyrant! True warriors never quit! We fight until the bitter end – to hell with power levels! Where is the infamous Saiyan pride?!"

The Emperor spat at Vegeta's feet, the saliva slowly sliding off of Vegeta's boot. His anger boiled to the surface, quickly overflowing into a burst of scorching energy. Tendrils of sharp static reached out to everyone in the near vicinity – Raditz feeling his hair begin to stand on end.

"Our pride is in our will to survive and seek vengeance! Who will avenge you after I destroy you all?! NO ONE! I will make it my mission to murder every man, woman, and child of your race so that you will be forgotten! Your existence will be a small, insignificant, shit stain on this quadrant of the universe!"

Vegeta raised a hand towards the Emperor, Ki filling his palm as the rage overtook his judgment. By the end of the battle, all that was left were massive pools a blood – the bodies long since vaporized from the blind rage. As Vegeta looked around at the carnage, the realization of what he had just done began to sink in. Frieza would demand his head for sure.

"What have I done?" he whispered, his hand moving up to brush the sweat away from his forehead and up into his hair.

"These dicks deserved it. We didn't do nothing wrong," huffed Nappa.

"You idiot! We invaded their planet! Of course we're in the wrong, we would have done the same thing had someone tried to take over Planet Vegeta!"

"Then…. why did we start working for Frieza?" asked Raditz. He kept his distance from his prince. He was usually the one chosen to feel his wrath and there was no way he'd survive an attack if Vegeta thought he was a dead man.

"Because Frieza made us an offer we couldn't refuse! Unlike what just happened, he would have played his hands better, chosen his words to threaten while offering a deal that was better than death! URRGGG! WHY DID HE SEND ME ON THIS GODDAMN MISSION?!" Vegeta growled and hit anything within his reach – Nappa and Raditz taking cover the moment he began to shout.

"We have 10 minutes before the rest of this planet catches on that we're still alive. Get to the pods and head back, I'm going to find a way to cover this up. GO NOW AND SAY NOTHING WHEN YOU GET THERE!" ordered Vegeta, almost losing his cool all over again.

With mild hesitation, Nappa and Raditz darted off into the direction of the pods at full speed. Vegeta was left alone, weighing his options and running through an impossible number of scenarios for getting out of this. Nothing seemed foolproof enough to work.

Vegeta made off to his space pod now that enough time had passed for the other 2 to get out of range. He exited the atmosphere and punched in the commands for his pod to remain idle above the planet. Down there, on that stupid mudball of a planet, he blew his chance to rank up in Frieza's army.

He knew exactly why he had been chosen for this mission – to fail, as always. Frieza set up blunder after blunder just to keep Vegeta under his foot. Stepping out onto his pod door, the cold surrounded him angrily, engulfing him completely and threatening to freeze him in place. His Ki shield wouldn't last long but he didn't need much time.

Vegeta took his stance and gathered enough energy to fire off a Galick Gun and destroy the planet – and then… then what? He could run. Destroy the tracking system in his pod and head out in any direction he wanted – but where exactly could he go? There was no refuge for a man like him, no sanctuary for a warrior turned slave. He'd caused enough destruction that even if such a place existed, he'd be turned away if only to protect the other refugees from him.

Running would be cowardly, no he didn't want to do that and also leave behind the only 2 Saiyans left in existence – not that they were any use for him being as they were also male. He fired at the planet at that thought, deciding to take his anger out on the planet rather than come to terms with his race's inevitable extinction.

The ride back to base was mental torture. He had his story in place – there had been an attack before they arrived, they pursued the attacker after they gave him the slip, the planet was destroyed as they narrowly escaped causing Vegeta's pod to idle as the explosion surrounded his pod, no sign of where the attacker went. Pretty simple, right? Sort of believable?

He crossed his arms tightly, hoping to the Kais that he could sell the story and still walk away. He doubted it. As base came into view, Vegeta could feel his heart begin to hammer against his ribs, his palms beginning to sweat and drench his gloves almost completely.

The talk with Frieza had gone as expected. After filling in Raditz and Nappa, Vegeta was taken directly to the control room. Frieza had been unamused but listened to the "events" as told by Vegeta. In the end, he was punished anyway.

"I grow tired of your inadequacy" was all he could remember before an elbow was brought down on his head at full force. He could hear ringing, sounds of a scuffle being muted by his consciousness slipping away, and soon…. nothing.

******Bulma******

Yamcha watched as the end of the movie credits scrolled across the screen. Bulma was currently asleep on his shoulder, she had passed out about halfway through. He was lost in that moment – what the hell was he supposed to do?

"Oh goodness, did Bulma fall asleep? Well, I suppose you should take her to bed now. A big, strong boy like you shouldn't have any trouble getting her up the stairs. You know where her room is, right? Top of the stairs, 3rd door on the right!" Panchy was in and out of the room faster than Yamcha had ever seen her move. She never even opened her eyes as she passed through on memory alone and spoke sweetly as if this was a completely average situation.

Yamcha stared blankly at the doorway and audibly gulped. He was confused that a mother would so willingly allow a boy to carry her sleeping daughter into a more private room. He had begun to notice just how lenient the elder Briefs were, completely opposite from the first impression on the night they arrived. They had talked as though they would be keeping a watchful eye on them and yet, they only seemed to randomly drift in and out of rooms.

He took a deep breath and very gently pushed Bulma off of his shoulder, laying her down in a position that was easiest for him to lift her up. He stood in front of the couch and just watched her sleep for a moment, still insanely nervous about holding her so close. The seconds felt like hours of nervous tension, slowly building up and squeezing at his lungs as he looked down at her.

'This shouldn't be this hard! She's asleep, it's not like she's asking me to take her to bed for other reasons! I'm just picking her up and moving her, THAT'S IT!' he told himself, repeating over and over until he realized he was already walking up the stairs with Bulma in his arms.

*******Vegeta*******

He felt nothing. It was familiar – comforting. He tried to move his body, but everything was numb and heavy, it was then that he realized just where he was. One eye cracked open and then the other, soon adjusting to the soft white light emanating from the white fog he had become acquainted with. He drifted comfortably for a while, enjoying the stillness of his body and doing his best to make mental notes of what it felt like to not be in pain. He missed it here. Vegeta had a taste of peace and had quickly dismissed it.

What was it that he said? What's his name…? Hivrum?

"Defeat the monster for the good of all-kind, don't become one."

'Hmm. When did I decide to do that?' he wondered. The sound of footsteps caught his attention, effectively drawing him out of his stupor. Was someone else here? A few more steps and suddenly a chorus of boots marching in tandem echoed through the dark expanse of the emptiness that was this place.

Vegeta jerked himself up, looking in every direction in search of the soldiers coming seemingly towards him. Nothing. Every direction was empty and for a moment all he could imagine was being attacked by invisible assailants. The boots marched closer, every step throwing Vegeta into a frenzy, his guard up and body ready to take on anything – when suddenly…. silence. The marching stopped just before they passed him.

He reached an arm out in front of himself, swiping with a fist in hopes of feeling something, anything. Nope, nothing. Was he going insane? Had that blow to the head finally damaged him beyond repair? Vegeta lowered his fist and returned to a more relaxed stance, still on guard just in case. His breathing was rapid, he hadn't noticed just how loud he sounded – almost as if gasping for air.

Shaking his head, he tried to toss the feeling of unease away from himself. Was this even the same place? He glanced around quickly and took note of the fog still lingering but nothing else – no paths, no doors. Vegeta couldn't help but wonder why he was back, as far as he knew he hadn't made any drastic, life-changing decisions. He wanted to take out Frieza but on his own terms, in his own way, and for his own reasons.

"Oh goodness, did Bulma fall asleep?"

"What?"

Vegeta looked around and found nothing, the female voice fading into the dark. For some reason, Vegeta had the urge to follow it, to find out where it came from. He walked for several minutes in the direction he thought the voice had come from, chills crawling up his spine as he began to notice a neon glow in the distance. Eight different colors starting from one point and all splitting off in different directions. It was just like when he was here before, only brighter – assuming that these paths led to doorways again.

As each step drew him closer and closer to the glowing paths more noises began to echo across the darkness. The sound of rushing water, more marching, horses neighing and galloping across cobblestone, sounds of metal clashing and clanging, children laughing, beasts snarling and 2 separate voices – the first was a young boy saying, "you're a big bully…" and the other was the same female voice, "3rd door on the right…"

Vegeta reached the paths, not even noticing when he had begun jogging towards them. He stopped briefly if only to catch his breath having already chosen the path he wanted to take this time. "3rd door on the right," he repeated before taking his first step onto the neon blue path. A soft scent hit his senses the moment he stepped foot onto the path. It was a sweet, feminine scent – something he had never come across before. He walked for what felt like hours, the path in front of him not giving him a clear direction. It was as if each section appeared with each step he took – as if the bright neon was lost to the empty void until he showed interest.

Finally, there was a doorway in the distance – a bright white light glowing through the cracks from the other side. Vegeta darted towards the light and hoped he made it in time to open the door. He wasn't sure how much time in the real world had actually passed but it was only a matter of time before something would wake him. It always happened before he could get to the good stuff.

With one hand on the doorknob, he took a deep calming breath, unsure of what would be on the other side but preparing himself for anything. His eyes adjusted to the light the moment he walked in, his surroundings catching his attention before the girl in his arms did. The bedroom was large, the soft pink walls making his stomach churn and the array of posters featuring male models making him want to gag.

When the weight of a body in his arms began to weigh him down, he looked down and stopped dead in his tracks. A girl with soft, cerulean hair and even softer-looking porcelain skin lay limply in his arms – one dainty hand, resting against his chest with fingers lightly curled. She was clearly asleep and clearly trusted the man whose body Vegeta had possessed.

He wondered for a moment about what he was supposed to do – was he about to lay her to rest on the bed that was clearly large enough for 10 people OR was this male body he had taken at the last minute about to take advantage of the girl's trust? Vegeta tried to sense out the body, wondering if he would even be able to tell if there had been ill-intentions before he jumped in. Nothing.

Three more steps and he laid the young girl down. She was still a teenager from what Vegeta could tell but without knowing anything about her species, he couldn't be sure. She was gorgeous, the most Saiyan-like creature he had come across in all his life. Everything about her was soft, clearly not from a warrior race but she appealed to him nonetheless. Vegeta leaned in to take in her scent, the same sweet, feminine smell from earlier embedding into his memory. A small smirk formed on his lips, he was taken with this female, and he was damned if he would let the male he possessed ruin his chances of seeing her again…. but just in case….

******Bulma******

Bulma's eyes began to flutter open as the sensation of being touched roused her from her sleep. Someone was touching her hair, tucking several loose strands behind her ear. Her eyes, though groggy, could make out Yamcha's face inching towards her. She almost panicked, was this really happening? His lips inched closer and pressed against hers gently, the pleased hum coming from him tickling her as she pressed into him just a little harder.

When he pulled away, he looked completely different from the shy boy who avoided her gaze every time they were alone. His half-lidded eyes reflected a confidence she had never seen before and his lustful smirk just made her blush profusely – he looked handsome yet…. different. Bulma only looked away for a second but once her eyes fell back onto Yamcha, the look of confidence had been replaced with confusion.

"Yamcha? Are you okay?" she asked, slightly confused herself by his sudden change.

"Um…. y-yeah. Yeah, I'm alright. I just…. don't know what came over me for a second. I'm gonna head to bed now, goodnight Bulma."

"Oh, g-goodnight Yamcha."

Bulma watched Yamcha rush to the door and leave without once looking back. Whatever had just happened she couldn't deny that she liked it. The look of longing and want in his eyes made her heart skip a beat, no one had ever looked at her that way. Whatever had happened, she wished to Shenron would happen again.

******Yamcha******

Yamcha paced his room, his heart thumping rapidly and his mind in utter chaos. He not only had kissed Bulma tonight, but he didn't do it of his own free-will. It was strange – he had been aware but not in control, been able to see what was happening but not feel anything.

'What just happened to me? How is it possible to just be there but not? It was like watching a movie from the first-person perspective, I couldn't do or say anything. And…and there was something else…. like I…. like I was WITH someone else. What's happening?! What if I had hurt Bulma? Oh Kai, I'd never forgive myself!

'Calm down, Yamcha, calm down. Okay, this…this was just a one-time thing, right? Yeah, I'm sure of it. I'll figure out a way to stop it from happening next time. I HAVE to control myself. Whatever this is, I'm sure I'm stronger than it is!'

He convinced himself that there was nothing in the universe stronger than his will and tossed the incident aside. It was the first and only time it would ever happen as far as he was concerned. Glancing over at Puar asleep in her own little bed, he was sure that it was just his nerves – possibly even his subconscious trying to help him get past his shyness.

******Vegeta******

The sounds of the ship roused Vegeta, his body throbbing in agony and his head feeling like it was about to explode. He tried to open his eyes, but they must have been swollen shut. This must have been one hell of a beating because he wasn't in his cot, he was suspended in fluid, likely in a regen tank. He wondered how long he had been there but couldn't focus on anything except the beautiful girl he had encountered. His attraction had been instant, and he was already craving more.

"Defeat the monster for the good of all. Don't become one."

No. Not for all but…. maybe for her….