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Bulma silently opened the door to her room and crept in. She looked around the hallway quickly before slowly closing her door. Thinking she got away from any trouble, she put on a valiant smirk and began to walk backwards from the door and towards her bed. I guess Son-kun isn't so sharp afterall, she thought arrogantly, that is, until she felt herself collide into a wall. Reaching a hand above her head, she patted down on the "wall" she accidently hit. Feeling a sinking feeling inside her stomach when she felt the "wall" had a pair of eyes, a mouth, and a full head of spiked out hair, she slowly craned her neck to look at the body she collied into.

"H-Hey, Goku," she stammered.

The man didn't respond.

Bulma gulped. The emotionless eyes that were staring at her were gving her goosebumps, and his lips not in the form of a smile, frown, or even a smirk, just a straight line, gave her a creepied out look. "W-What's up?" she asked with a nervous laugh.

Finally, the saiyan spoke. "Bulma," he said, that deadpan look still present on his face. "Where were you?"

Playing dumb, the blue haired princess shrugged her shoulders. "Here?" she answered dumbly.

No expression crossed the saiyan's face. "Where were you?" he repeated, his tone a bit harder.

Bulma winced. It was rare for her jolly friend to get angered, so she knew she pissed him off bad. Thank Kami she had a level-headed friend. "I just went out of the room for some fresh air and food." she sighed.

Goku relaxed a bit, but quickly stiffened up again. "Where did you go? Where did you go in the palace?"

Bulma rolled her eyes. "I went to the kitchen, duh! Where else do I find damn food here?" Crossing her arms, she put most of her weight on her left leg as she let her right one go on its tippy toes. "What got you so worked up this morning, Son-kun?" she questioned with an arched brow.

Goku put his hands up in defense. "Nothing. Just worried that you ran into Vegeta..." he trailed off when he saw the slight widening of his blue friend's sapphire eyes. Panic spread through his face before he grasped the Earth Princess' shoulders. "Please tell me you didn't run into him and pick a fight with him."

"I didn't run into him and I didn't piss him the fuck off." Bulma responded.

Goku looked at her face. "You're lying." he finallized before releasing her small frame. Running a hand through his hair, he looked down at his, oddly, relaxed friend and sighed. "What did you do? What I mean by that is, what did you say to him?"

Shrugging her shoulders, she put one hand on her hip and said, "Nothing bad. Just said that he lives the easy life- blah, blah, blah- that he should stop acting like an ass- blah, blah blah,- and that he didn't experience all of the harships I endured for my life."

Goku shook his head disappointingly at his friend. She was right, what she argued with his prince wasn't bad- well, that bad- but she was wrong about the challenges she's endured and that his saiyan friend was given an easy life. She had no clue about Vegeta, so what gives her the right to say that she does? Although she never said anything of that sort, her words of how she described his prince's life was translated in the wrong direction.

"Bulma, you don't know Vegeta like I do, so dont go saying stuff that you don't have a clue about." he said.

"Funny, Veg-head said the exact same thing, similar being the more literal term." she replied.

"Well it's true," Goku reasoned. "At least know the person's story before go off and telling him stuff that you aren't even sure is true. Like when you said that Vegeta hasn't gone through any hardships in his life and that he was served on a sliver plater-"

"More like golden." Bulma snorted.

Ignoring her comment, he continued. "All you said was wrong. Vegeta has been through more than twice as much distress as you had in your entire life. Remember when you told me when you were a child and that you ran away from home because your parents tried to change who you are and you ended up being lost in the forest for a month? You had to survive on your own, but you still made it through. When Vegeta was a child, five years old to be exact, he was taken away from his father and was beaten and harrassed to be a ruthless, cold-hearted killer. Later on, he was forced to kill innocent people, or he'll be killed. You know how much regret he felt at his first time?"

Bulma's eyes grew wide at the new fact.

"Surprised, eh? Don't go saying anything about Vegeta that you're not certain about yourself. He's had a harder life than you. If I were to compare you two on which one has had more stress and fatigue in their life, I would say Vegeta in a heartbeat."

Bulma took a minute to let this new found information to sink in. Maybe she has misjudged Vegeta. No shit. A voice in her head snorted. A pang of remorse was felt in the bottom of her stomach. The worst thing in her life that has ever happened was the experience of being betrayed and almost killed by her stepmother. That damn woman tried to sell her off to some thugs and paid them extra to make sure she wasn't found. But if she compared that, to Vegeta's story...hers seemed like a better deal.

He was beaten at the age of five and forced to become a cold-blooded, merciless murderer. He was forced to kill innocent men, women, and children, or he'll be killed himself. Bulma put a hand on her forehead. Kami...what a bitch I was to him. she thought with a shake of her head.

"I had no idea-"

"No one did," Goku interjected. "Not even his own father knew about his son's transformation. But could you please not tell, V-man? He'll probably send me to Other World if he found out."

Nodding her head slowly, she watched as the bulky saiyan smiled down at her, ruffly her hair, and went out the door, shouting out to her to tell ChiChi and 18 that he was going to be in the training room when they wake up.

Vegeta... Bulma frowned. I had no idea...

Of course you didn't, a voice chided in her head. You know nothing about him, exactly like how Goku and Vegeta said.

I realize that, but when Vegeta said it, I thought he just wanted me to pity him.

The voice laughed. Vegeta values his pride more than anything else. Why would he want you to pity him if that's going to do a blow to his ego?

Bulma thought over what was just said. You have a point there. Shaking her head in frustration, Bulma walked around the large guest room with a hand to her chin. The only thing she's gathered, is that Veg-head had a more difficult journey to adulthood than she did, and that she shouldn't judge his actions.

She ran her hands through her long, azure hair. Pausing for a moment, she looked down at her silky locks and saw that they grew in length, almost to her waist. Frowning, she put out her finger and gathered enough ki to form a knife. Carefully aligning her hair so that no strand was out of place, she carefully cut off five inches of her sapphire hair.

Running a hand through it, she lowered her ki and walked to the side of her bed. Looking down at the bunches of hair she just cut off, she sighed in content and walked over to her window, opened it, and threw her strands in the air.

What should I do? she thought with a small tug of her lips.


Vegeta disintegrated the last fighting bot before straightening his stance up from his crouch. He needed to get his anger out, he needed to get her off of his mind. Ever since that...unusual encounter with that annoying earthling, he wasn't able to think straight! He let out a loud roar as he started throwing series of different techniques into the air.

Weak! He was being a weakling, letting such inconsequential things get in the way of his reign over Vegetasei and how to trample over that bastard that caused him such pain and misery ever since he was five. The woman had no importance in his life, nor was she needed.

That woman is just going to be a distraction to me, a weakness. She'll just bring me to my downfall. he thought before finishing his kata.

He snapped his head towards the entrance of the training room and only saw that it was his bodyguard, Kakarot. Crossing his arms, he watched the bubbly saiyan (though it brought disgust in Vegeta's stomach for a saiyan to be called such) as he strolled over to him.

"Hey, V-man!" The taller saiyan greeted.

His prince scowled. "You have stayed on that backwater, miserable planet for far too long, Kakarot. You have picked up their native slang," He put on a disapproving frown. "You should be ashamed."

Goku just smiled widely at the saiyan. "I have no regrets for staying on Earth, Vegeta," His smile broadened, if possible. "I learned so many new things there! The food there is absolutely great! And if I never went to Earth, I wouldn't have learned any new fighting techniques, like sensing ki." His expression changed to one of a dreamy look. "Or meet my mate, ChiChi."

Vegeta realed his head back in disgust at the bigger saiyan's open affection. How can this man live with himself without feeling such shame for his emotions. Emotions. That was the one thing that was looked down upon on Vegetasei. Showing any emotions, besides anger, could lead a saiyan to death. That was the reason why it was named 'a weak trait' for any saiyan to possess.

"You nauseate me with your open affection, Kakarot," Vegeta sneered. "A true saiyan would never dare to show any signs of sentiment, much less positive ones. They will only make you weak, or bring you to your death in the end."

Goku shook his head. "Nuh-uh! Vegeta, showing emotions won't make you weak, or kill me! Emotions do quite the opposite actually."

Vegeta arched a brow. "Oh? And, pray tell, how?"

Goku shrugged. "I'm not sure how to explain, but what I do know, is that if you show emotion, you could gain friends. I know you don't approve of saiyans having friends, but I'm your friend. When you become friends with someone, you become attached to them, most commonly, emotionally. When you become emotionally attached to that person, you have an urge to protect him or her from any harm, and brings you the drive to become stronger.

"ChiChi, Bulma, 18, they three are my friends, and I love them all, ChiChi more because she's my mate. I've been getting stronger, and have been training all of them. I'm doing that out of my concern for all of their well-beings and to make sure that if they got into any trouble, Bulma and 18 especially, they could handle the situation if I'm not there."

Goku smiled down at his saiyan prince. "I'm not weak for caring for others Vegeta. Because I care for others, it made me strong. I'm sure you would agree if you opened up a little," His grin turned into one that resembled a Cheshire cat. "Maybe to...Bul-."

Vegeta's fist connected with his bodyguard's face before he could finish that sentence. "Don't you dare presume that I should "open up" towards that damn ugly wench. She is nothing but a complete waste of time, she's worth nothing. I don't give a fucking damn that she is an ally to you, she is not ally to me." he hissed, his tone as sharp as cheddar.

Goku raised his hands up in defense. "Calm down, Vegeta! It was just a joke, it doesn't have to be taken seriously." he explained. "Although, why are you being so defensive about it?" he asked with a teasing smirk. "Are you sure you don't like her?"

He yelped when he was barely able to dodge another blow to the face, but failed to block the knee to his stomach.

"How dare you say such things! Do you want your mate to suffer from your death?"

Goku shook his head at the threat. "No, but-"

"Then shut the fuck up and spar with me," The irritated Prince growled before lunging at the man. Quickly crouching down into a fighting stance, he blocked his prince's punch and retaliated with a slap kick to the face.

This is more like it. Vegeta thought before phasing out of the way.


"What do you Goku's not here? He promised me last night that he would stay with me for the day! What could be more important than his own wife?" ChiChi rattled on. She was currently sitting on her Earth Princess' bed, clutching onto a pillow.

Bulma put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "He needs to train, in order to protect you and his friends." she said. "You already know that."

Her onyx haired friend nodded. "Yeah, but it still hurts." she pouted.

Bulma laughed at her friend's playfulness and punched her arm gently. She gasped when she felt a pillow hit the top of her head. Grabbing her own, she swung the feather stuffed material at her friend. It missed and it a certain blonde woman. 18 forcefully pushed the feathery substance away from her face and threw it back at Bulma, who quickly grabbed her laughing, black haired friend and used her as a shield.

ChiChi gasped as she threw her pillow at the blonde, smirking woman, who, of course, dodged it. In less than a minute, the three adult, 18 year old women were going at it, throwing pillows and other soft objects at each other as if they were 16 again.

"Bul-" A pillow was stuffed into the Ox Princess' mouth. Coughing it out, she said, "Bulma! Don't you think we should stop? We are grown, mature women for Kami's sake!"

Bulma merely laughed at her friend's complaint and kicked a pillow to the blonde woman that was currently trying to sneak up on ChiChi. "As if! This is the best fucking fun I ever had since I've been on this Kami forsaken planet!" she laughed. "Hell, maybe the best in my entire life!" she finished as she fell down on her bed, a smile on her face.

Putting her hands underneath her head, she stared up at the ceiling, wearing a panting smile. "Maybe it wasn't just dumb luck that we got stuck on this planet," she said a loud. "Maybe it was destined for us to..." She thought back at the words she said. "I guess I need some air," she declared as she got up and walked over to the room's window and opened it.

Leaning on the sill, she gazed out at the reddish-orange sky as she took in a deep breath of the clear, pristine air. She looked down at her right hand and stared at the strange symbol that has formed on her skin. Maybe she was suppose to be here, on Vegetasei. She shook her head in defiance. Kami..she is a scientist. She doesn't believe in destiny or fate, just facts.

But the burn on your hand is proof enough. A voice in her head chided.

It was, in fact, but that didn't mean that the stubborn woman would believe it. She looked down at the star-shaped tattoo and frowned. What the hell was this suppose to mean? She would wish for it to go away, so that her skin would be flawless again, but what fun would that be? No adventure or excitement would come of it.

Sighing in defeat, she pushed herself away from the window and quickly closed it. Maybe she could get Son-kun to tell her something about it, he probably knows more about this race of bloodlust warriors than she does. Of course he would, he is one of them. she thought with a scoff.

In the background, ChiChi and 18 were sitting together on the bed, watching the muttering, blue haired princess pace in a circle. Leaning in close to her blonde haired friend, the Ox princess said, "Do you think the atmosphere had some sort of chemical that made Bulma," She took a glance to her friend. "Looney?"

18 took the thought into consideration, but soon shook her head. "No," she muttered back. "She's just pretending as if she is the only person in here and is probably going to do some weird things," She blinked her icy eyes in surprise when she saw her Earth princess point a finger to the air, her stance tall, a hand on her hip, and her head raised high with a smug grin on her face. "Like that." she sweat dropped.

ChiChi fell over anime style at her friend's accuracy. Getting up, she said, "Don't you think we should get her to snap out of it,"

Her immediate response was a shake of the head. "No," The titanium blonde spoke, her face deadpan but her eyes reading amusement. "I find it...scintillating whenever she acts like this." She looked down at her hands and frowned. "I wished I had some damn popcorn," she growled.

ChiChi giggled when she saw her blue haired friend put up another stance; with her head hung down and her body curled up in a ball on the floor, an imaginary cloud raining over her gloomy figure. It was like she was on her monthly or something like that. She raised an eyebrow when the sentimental woman raised her head with stars in her eyes and a smirk of determination.

Yup, definitely her monthly.


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