VFC: Okies… some of you are probably gonna be pissed off-fa-fa because I changed it back to third person… or… you will be so happy that I did it, you will shower me with wrenches and toasters! o.o; That would hurt… BUT ANYWHO! I need to think of a clever way to say the disclaimer…I know… I'll say it in numbers!

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VFC: O-o; P.S. Broly and Kakarrot were not born on the same day or even the same year in this fanfic! I dunno why I made it that way though…I just know that I wanted Broly to be older than Vegeta for some reason…ok? Yeah, so Broly is going to be about two years older than Vegeta…

"Talking" 'Thinking/Flashbacks/dreams…etc.' Saiya-go (A/N: Author's Notes)

One Girl, One Wish

Chapter Fifteen: Broly

"Modoranai yasuragi sae nando mo kowasareteyuku
Afureru nikushimi ga kono sora o yakitsukushite...

Even the peace is broken over and over again, never to return
The overflowing hatred burns this night to its core..."

– Gackt: Ash –

Bulma cringed as the cold, metal shackles dug into her skin. Her wrists were practically bleeding by now from struggling to get free. She had never been restrained like this before… There was never a need for her to be restrained like this; she had never done anything to receive this kind of punishment. Why did it even have to be like this? She wasn't dangerous, so why did they feel the need to chain her up like some wild beast?

Bulma drew her knees up to her chest and tightly wrapped her arms around them. "Why did Frieza do this? Vegeta would have done whatever that lizard bastard wanted if it would keep me safe," she ruminated softly to herself. "If it would keep me safe…" she repeated. "So…Vegeta has to kill people again…because of me…" She buried her face in her knees as a single, warm tear glided down her cheek. "It's all my fault…" she whispered. "People wouldn't have to die if I hadn't made that stupid, selfish wish years ago!"

Bulma froze as she thought she heard something that resembled movement somewhere in the dark room. She listened carefully for a few moments; the only thing she could hear now was the sound of her own breathing. She did not move; she did not make any noise for what seemed like hours until she was convinced that the noise she thought she heard was only in her mind. A ragged breath escaped her lips as she hugged her knees tighter and continued her ranting.

"Stupid wish… If I had never come to Vejita-sei, millions of people would still be alive right now… But…" Bulma trailed off as images of her and Vegeta came to her mind. She was happy with Vegeta. Sure, he seemed cold and heartless, but she had seen another side of him. She had seen the side that she was certain no one else had ever had the privilege of seeing before. She saw the side that taught her about his people, the side that was trying to teach her Saiya-go, the side that would do anything for her, the side that…loved her… Bulma was certain that there was no one else in the universe like Vegeta… If she had never bothered to collect the seven dragon balls to make that wish…she probably never would have met Vegeta… She never would have met Raditz, Nappa…or anyone else on Vejita-sei for that matter. If she hadn't made that wish, Goku never would have met his brother or his parents, and he never would have learned of his true Saiyan lineage.

Bulma would still be stuck with the cheating bastard Yamcha right now if she hadn't made that wish…

Bulma smiled weakly. "Vegeta…" she whispered softly. She hoped against hope that he would not come for her. He would berate her for thinking such a thing, but she did not want him to get hurt because of her. If he ever found out she thought this… Well… she could just hear him now, "I can take care of myself unlike you…" She knew that after he said this he would gaze at her wearing that conceited smirk of his. "Arrogant jerk…" Bulma whispered, half giggling. Although it had not been long since she had been captured or since she had last seen the egotistical, bigheaded prince… she really began to miss that smirk…

Bulma jumped at the sound of…what sounded like someone walking toward her… "Hel…Hello…?" her voice trembled slightly as she called out to the empty blackness. "Is someone there?" She paused, holding her breath as she waited for a response.

…She heard the sound of someone else's breathing…

"Hello…?" her voice was small; she was frightened by now. "Dodoria? Zarbon…? …Frieza…?" She stood and pressed her back against the wall. Her chains clattered against the floor and wall as she moved. Frantically, her sapphire orbs darted around the darkness, trying fruitlessly to see. Her heart pounded as the breathing seemed to grow louder. Her own breathing sped up, growing uneven. She needed to escape. Her heart told her to run, but her brain knew it would be useless to try because of the shackles. The shackles. She had to slip out of her shackles even if it meant tearing the skin from her bones. She just knew she needed to get them off.

Bulma immediately began clawing at the shackle clasped around one of her wrists. She slipped her slender fingers under the metal and attempted to pull it off. She bit her lip as the metal dug into her already tender skin. Bulma attempted to ignore the pain as she continued to pull on the metal.

She felt a warm liquid run down her wrist, to her palm, then drip off her fingertip. She knew it was her own blood, but she did not care. She just wanted to be free so she could get away from whatever was in the room with her.

Something brushed against her shoulder and her panic and fear grew to another level. She pulled frantically on the shackle causing more of her blood to run down her hand and drip to the floor. She felt something on her shoulder again, but this time it remained on her shoulder. She squirmed, trying to get away from whatever held her. A whimper escaped her lips as she continued, more desperately than before, to claw at her restraints.

"Calm down. It's all right; I'm not going to hurt you…" a soft voice whispered into her ear. Bulma froze instantly. She did not recognize this voice. It did not sound like one of Frieza's henchmen…and it definitely did not belong to the lizard-tyrant either… She did not know who this person was…but strangely…she felt as though she could trust him…

"Who are you?" she asked, still trembling slightly. The hand was removed from her shoulder as she slowly began turning to face this person. He took a breath to tell her his name but she stopped him. "Wait… Could you turn the lights on first? I want…to see you…" Bulma said quietly.

"Yes. Just give me a moment," he said. Silence filled the dark room once again. The only sound that could be heard was the footsteps of the man. There was a small "click" followed by a blinding light filling the room. Bulma blinked until her eyes adjusted to the brightness. "Is that better?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you," Bulma whispered. She looked the man over once he stood before her. He was quite muscular; however, he looked as though he had not eaten for months. She gasped silently as she noticed his black hair. Her heart nearly stopped when she noticed the furry, brown appendage swaying gracefully behind him. "You're…a Saiyan?"

The man smiled softly and nodded. "Yes, I am Broly," his voice remained as soft as it had the last few times he had spoken to her.

"Broly," Bulma repeated and he nodded. "I'm Bulma…"

Broly stared into her cerulean eyes; "You must be Prince Vegeta's…" he trailed off, examining her form. Bulma blushed and shifted her gaze to the floor.

"Yes…" she replied softly. "Have you seen him on this ship, Broly?" she asked, looking into his dark…yet somewhat warm eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I have not," Broly responded. Bulma sighed in slight relief. 'He hasn't been here yet…but I know he'll come…' her heart sank at this thought. She would certainly love it if he would come to get her out of this place, but she had an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach that Frieza would kill him once he came… "Have they hurt you?" Broly asked suddenly.

Bulma quickly shook her head. "No, but…" she glanced down at her bleeding wrist. "I seem to have hurt me…" she smiled up at Broly.

"Do not worry. I will help you clean that up, Princess."

Bulma blinked in confusion. "Princess?" she repeated. She thought that only Vegeta would call her "Princess" when they were alone…

"You are with Prince Vegeta so would that not make you the princess of Saiyans?" Bulma nodded slowly. "Would you prefer me to not address you as 'Princess'?" Broly asked. Bulma shook her head.

"No, it's fine. But you can just call me Bulma, I don't mind," she smiled up at him once more. She was honored that he had called her "The Princess of Saiyans" but she really preferred to just be called by her own name.

"I shall refer to you however you wish me to," he said. "We should hurry and wrap your wrist before one of Frieza's henchmen returns." Bulma nodded and Broly began to unlock her restraints. "Over here," Broly said, leading her toward a sink in the corner of the room. He turned the water on and instructed Bulma on how to properly clean the wound. She cringed as the water hit the injury and shivered as she watched her blood mix with the water and sink down the drain.

Once the wound was clean, Broly helped her wrap it. Bulma thanked him then took the time to examine her "cell". The walls were white, the floor was white, the ceiling was white, practically everything was white… There was virtually nothing in the room besides the sink, the drawers that contained the cloth she had wrapped her wound with, and her chains. Bulma shivered knowing that Broly would have to put her restraints back on before Zarbon or Dodoria came back to check on her… She grudgingly stalked toward the chains, but froze when something caught her eye. On the floor, she saw something red and faded. Whatever it was looked as though it had been there for a long time. "Broly?" she was about to ask what the crimson stain was, but Broly seemed to read her mind and explained.

"A bloodstain," he said simply.

Bulma gasped, "Blood…? Is this room where Frieza…tortures people…?" her voice trembled slightly as she asked. She could not take her eyes off the faded bloodstain. Who had Frieza been torturing? How badly could he have been torturing them to leave such a large stain…? Is the person even still alive?

Broly nodded. "Yes… this is where Frieza usually tortures those who go against orders…" the tall Saiyan slightly grimaced. Broly glanced at the numerous bloodstains spread across the tiled floor. "I have known only of one who has disobeyed Frieza's orders…I am certain this is his blood."

"All of this…?" Bulma continued to stare down at the stain; it brought the sick feeling back to her stomach. "He-… Is he…still alive? Who was he?" she asked.

Broly shifted his gaze to look at the teal haired woman. He debated silently with himself on whether he should tell her or not. He didn't see any harm in telling her that which she wanted to know about Frieza's torture victim…but would the "victim" mind if Broly told her? Although, Broly figured he wouldn't mind if he told this woman…and only this woman.

"He is indeed still alive," Broly replied softly. Broly paused and came to stand by Bulma's side. She gazed up into his face as he gaped down at the stain. Broly narrowed his eyes slightly before giving her the answer to her other question. He shifted slightly to look her in the eyes. "This blood…belongs to Prince Vegeta…" Broly paused and took a breath. "He was only sixteen when this happened…"

Broly stood numbly at the door to the cell watching in horror as Dodoria chained the unconscious, young prince to the wall. "Watch him until Lord Frieza comes…" Dodoria smirked maliciously at Broly before leaving the room. Broly desperately wanted to help the prince, but he knew that if he even tried to assist him, he would be in Vegeta's place and Frieza would kill his father Paragus as punishment for his disobedience.

Broly stood examining the battered prince, practically holding his breath. Vegeta's left eye was swollen shut, his crimson blood covered him from head to toe, his tail was nearly mangled, and he just lay there…lifelessly. Broly began to wonder if he was even still alive…

Broly took a breath to call out to the prince just as Vegeta slightly regained his consciousness. "Frie…za…" he groaned painfully. Broly felt as though his heart had stopped at the sound of Vegeta's voice. He sounded so weak…so vulnerable… Vegeta never sounded weak or vulnerable… Even at his young age, he could strike fear into the hearts of many with just a simple word with his powerful voice.

Broly fought to keep himself in his position at the doorway. He could not disobey orders… but he could not bear to see the prince so vulnerable. 'No… If I fail to follow the simple order of watching him until Frieza arrives…my father could die…but…if I don't assist the prince… he could die…' Broly did not like this situation. It was almost as if he had to decide whose life was more valuable. Was it his father or the prince of Vejita-sei?

"Ah… such a good little monkey. He did not go against my orders even though one of his own kind could die by my hand…" Frieza said quite heartlessly. Broly started at the sound of the lizard's voice. If Broly had wanted to save Vegeta…it was too late now… "I like seeing obedience in a monkey… You may wait outside while I teach this monkey his place…" Broly mentally cringed as he heard these words.

'…It's too late…' these words echoed within Broly's mind. He could have helped the prince and he didn't… Vegeta could die…He could die, and it would be all Broly's fault…

"Broly?"

"Broly, are you ok?" Broly brought the woman standing before him back into focus. She was gazing up at him, concern written on her face. Broly nodded.

"Yes, I am fine…" he said. "We should put your chains back on; I think someone is coming…" Bulma nodded grudgingly. She didn't want to put the chains back on…but she knew she had to…

Just as Broly finished locking the last shackle onto her wrist, the door slid open and Zarbon sauntered in. "You are dismissed," he said, nodding to Broly. Broly took one glance at Bulma, then slowly strode out the door.

"I see you've met Broly," Zarbon stated casually. Bulma tried to pull away as he placed a hand on her cheek. Zarbon smiled indolently. "You always act as if I am going to do something to you," he said softly. Bulma practically bored a hole through Zarbon's head with her glare. "Don't look at me like that… especially since I have some news for you…" Zarbon paused and took a lock of her aqua hair in his fingers. He released her hair after a moment then leaned in closer to whisper into her ear.

"Your prince has arrived…"

VFC: It was short; I know… but I still haven't fully recovered from the stupid writer's block… -.-; My thanks goes to you few peoples who reviewed last time! o.o; Erm… I hope more peoples review this chappie since I made it "better" than the others! I think… O.o;