Vegeta's Female Clone: I know I said I'd update next week... but I was just too excited! n.n; Oh and Vegeta's not out of character in this chappie, he's just fulfilling the promise of protection the Saiyan race made to the humans, damn it! I dunno… maybe he is a little out of character…We'll have to fix that won't we! (twitch)

Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I claim to own DBZ… at least not at the moment… now excuse me while I go on a mass rampage because they canceled Moonlight!! (runs off crying)

The Unforgiven

Chapter 2: You

Vegeta stared at the girl standing before him. She was shorter than him, her hair was an unique shade of turquoise, and her eyes were bright sapphires. He had seen someone with that same description many times in his childhood.

Vegeta's eyes widened slightly. 'No… she should be dead…'

Unexpectedly, the girl was roughly shoved into Vegeta's arms. Vegeta stared down at the girl then shifted his gaze to Frieza.

"Take her; she is yours…" the lizard said idly. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the lizard while glaring at him in confusion. "Did you not hear me? I said take her…"

"What the hell do you want me to do with her?" Vegeta asked instinctively; honestly he had no idea what he would do with her even if she is who he thinks she is. The girl shifted slightly in his arms, but she seemed to have no desire for him to release her… so he didn't. She just seemed to be glad that she wasn't being held by Frieza anymore.

Frieza shot the Saiyan a glare that Vegeta did not like at all. The glare was obviously meant to make Vegeta strongly feel like an obtuse monkey. Vegeta met Frieza's gaze with a challenging glare. "Why don't you figure that one out Prince?" Vegeta continued to glare at the repulsive lizard that had ruined his nearly perfect life. An unnoticeable hint of confusion found its way into Vegeta's glare. Frieza sighed in irritation, "Vegeta, what does a male do with a female?"

The girl in Vegeta's arms inhaled sharply. His eyes widened slightly as he shot a quick glance down at her then returned his stare to Frieza. "You can't be serious…" he stated rather confusedly.

"You know, you and this girl actually have a lot in common…" Frieza flashed Vegeta a rather twisted smile. Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "You both are the last of your pitiful races… Vegeta you are, of course, the last living Saiyan…" Vegeta grimaced slightly at this fact, cursing himself; he knew it was his fault that his race was dead… "And this girl here is the last of the pathetic race known as humans…" the purple alien smirked as he continued, "…and I am giving her to you as a gift… Perhaps you could continue the human race and the Saiyan race together…" Frieza paused for a moment to drink in the girl's features. "It's such a shame really… She is quite breathtaking… The best looking human I have ever seen…" The girl cringed upon hearing these words and Vegeta slightly bared his teeth at the lizard. "I had hoped to make her one of mine but…" the lizard-tyrant was immediately filled with disgust. He turned his back on Vegeta and the girl before continuing, "She sickens me just as you do my prince… Now get her out of my sight before I decide to change my mind and have her used as a whore for the soldiers…." Frieza turned back to face them and smiled, "We wouldn't want that would we? By the way Vegeta… that girl is only fifteen and I know that she has never been touched before; she is still a virgin, my prince…You should change that fact…"

Vegeta's tail twitched in disgust, "What if I don't want to… break her…?" he asked, defiance plagued his words.

"Then she will become a whore for the soldiers as I have said before… Oh and maybe I'll let you spend some… 'quality time' with Zarbon and Dodoria…" Frieza explained.

Vegeta's tail thrashed violently behind him; he did not feel like spending "quality time" with Zarbon and Dodoria… He knew what they would do to him, and he did not feel like being their punching bag at the moment… Vegeta also didn't think he could condemn the girl to such a fate as becoming some random soldier's whore; she was too young… and he definitely wouldn't send her to that fate knowing that she could be who he thought she was… However, he didn't understand why he would receive punishment for not taking the girl… Vegeta decided he wouldn't ask as he would never get a straight answer from the lizard…and he was revolted anytime he had to speak to the lizard…

"Fine… I'll take her…" Vegeta said, finally giving in. He heard the girl gasp at his answer; he could feel her bravery fade as her anxiety increased.

Frieza laughed vigorously, "Very well. You have made a good choice my prince… I just hope you know what to do with her and how to do it!" the lizard said as his girly laugh grew louder.

A low growl escaped Vegeta's lips. Of course he knew what he could do with her, and he knew how! He just didn't feel like taking the virginity of a girl who had barely become a teenager… That would severely damage his honor and pride… in addition to making him feel like a repulsive beast.

Vegeta paused as he was dragging the girl out of the room, feeling that he needed to salvage his pride. "I know how to fuck a woman Frieza…" he said in a low voice.

Frieza laughed, "Are you sure monkey?" he asked. Vegeta knew the lizard was taunting him; he growled in response. "Whatever you say Prince… And please spare me the agony of having to listen to one of your lengthy 'Saiyans are born knowing how to…' speeches Vegeta because I honestly don't care…" the lizard sighed and decided to change the subject. "Obviously, the girl will be staying with you in your quarters; you are dismissed… Oh and do try to break that girl's spirit; she has too much for her own good…"

"Yes sir…" Vegeta lied as he bowed then continued to drag the girl from the room. "Fuck you 'Lord' Frieza," he said as he dragged the girl down the corridors toward the room he had been given to stay in when he wasn't out doing Frieza's dirty work. What he was going to do with her, he did not know… He certainly wasn't going to break her as Frieza had suggested; Vegeta was not some sex-crazed lunatic like that disgusting purple lizard…

'But I will be getting some answers from her…'

The girl cleared her throat, hoping to get the seething Saiyan's attention. Vegeta quickly glanced back at her, "What?" he said, more harshly than he had intended to.

"You're not going to…um… rape me are you?" she asked innocently. Vegeta could tell by the sound of her voice that she already knew the answer to that question.

"No, I'm not… Rape is demeaning to both the victim and the assailant…" Vegeta stated, trying to calm himself. "I don't understand how anyone could find that pleasurable…" Vegeta remembered a few times when Frieza had forced him to rape. He mentally cringed as he remembered the first time Frieza had forced him to violate a female. Vegeta was only fourteen at the time… He had felt disgusted and mentally cursed at himself the entire time. Vegeta told himself how revolting he was and wished he didn't have to ruin the female's life…

Vegeta was pulled away from the painful memory at the sound of the girl's voice.

"Do you think you could let go of my arm? You're holding it too tightly…" the girl muttered the last sentence. Vegeta came to a halt, and turned to stare at the girl. He glanced down at her arm then immediately let go. "Thanks…" she said as she shifted her gaze down to her slightly sore arm. She gazed up into Vegeta's eyes and attempted to read them. She realized she could not so she gave up. "So… you're the prince of Saiyans… Vegeta right?" Vegeta crossed his arms and nodded curtly, annoyed with this girl's sudden decision to speak at the moment. "I'm royalty too ya know… but I'm not supposed to tell anyone that…"

Vegeta let out an exasperated sigh, "Then why the hell did you tell me?" he asked.

The girl shrugged, "I don't know… I just have this feeling that I can trust you for some reason…" Vegeta was shocked at her admission of trust. He had never had anyone trust him before… According to those on Frieza's ship, he was "a filthy, good-for-nothing monkey that could not be trusted", yet here was a girl who barely knew him saying she felt as though she could trust him… Well… there was one person who had said they could trust him. When Vegeta was seven, a girl about three or four years younger than him said she could trust him… but so many things had happened since then, Vegeta couldn't even remember her name… Strange… The only person he had grown to like, maybe even love…and he couldn't remember her name… She was dead now anyway… or so he thought until this girl came into the picture…

Vegeta—surprisingly—felt that he needed to protect this girl…but he did not understand why… He told himself that he was going to protect her only because the Saiyans and the humans were allies, and since he was the last Saiyan and she was the last human he decided it was his duty to protect her and nothing more. But could he really protect her? Did he know how to protect someone? He has never had to protect anyone but himself… So could he really carry out this duty he had vowed to fulfill?

Vegeta "hmphed" then turned away from the girl and began making his way to his room. The girl followed after him stifling a yawn. "I'm Bulma by the way…" she said softly. He said nothing in response although something about her name seemed familiar. Vegeta shook off the thought as Bulma continued. "I'm Bulma, princess of Earth…"

That sentence definitely proved that she was exactly who he thought she was. 'She can't be the same person… That person died eight years ago…'

'Why won't he say anything?' Bulma asked herself. She was a very talkative person, she liked to talk to everyone; no one had ever ignored her before. Vegeta's silence was obviously bothering her. She tried to not let it bother her, but damn… it was getting on her nerves! She bit her lip to keep herself from yelling at him, demanding that he say something. She knew that the prince of Vejita-sei had a short fuse and she figured shouting at him would ignite that fuse and she didn't feel like getting yelled at right now…

Finally, they came to a door. Bulma watched as Vegeta punched in the password and opened the door. Vegeta turned to face her; Bulma just stared blankly at him. Vegeta sighed, moved behind her, pressed his hand against her upper back, and pushed her into the room. Vegeta roughly shoved her toward the bed and crossed his arms. Bulma fell awkwardly into the sheets. She quickly sat up and glared at Vegeta, "What's the big idea?!" she practically screeched. Vegeta rolled his eyes and approached her. "Wha…What are you doing…?" Bulma asked nervously.

"I'm going to untie you…" Vegeta stated apathetically.

"Oh… ok…" Bulma said, feeling somewhat stupid. She slowly held out her hands and Vegeta untied the ropes binding them together. Once he was finished, she pulled her arms toward her chest and began rubbing her wrists. Vegeta noticed the red rings around her small wrists. The ropes had clearly been tied too tightly; her wrists were nearly bleeding. Vegeta mentally cringed, he knew what bleeding wrists felt like… He had lost count of how many times his wrists had been tied together as he sat chained to the wall, dizzy from the loss of blood, and awaiting the next beating he would receive… Vegeta shook his head; he did not want to be remembering the beatings now…

No, now was not the time for remembering… Now was the time for him to get some answers. He desperately wanted– no, he needed to know why he had been told that this girl had died years ago.

Vegeta noticed the girl yawning and looking as if she hadn't slept for days. "Where do I sleep?" she asked. Vegeta thought she would fall asleep any second now. He decided he would get his answers in the morning…

"As you already know, Frieza has ordered that you stay with me," he said, shifting his gaze to the floor and sighing. "You can sleep there in the bed; I'm not tired, and I can't sleep in it anyway…"

"I can see why…" Bulma said. She glanced at the sheets with distaste, "It's extremely uncomfortable… I can tell by just sitting on it…"

Vegeta scowled at the bed, "It's the most uncomfortable bed on this whole damn ship…" he with revulsion.

Bulma gazed up at the prince. "Why would Frieza give it to you then? Aren't you the strongest person on this ship?" the girl asked. Vegeta had to suppress a smirk; she had a sparkle of curiosity in her cerulean orbs and well… he thought it was kind of cute…

'Just like always…' he mentally rolled his eyes at this thought.

Vegeta shook his head before answering, "I'm not the strongest… and Frieza gave it to me mostly because he deeply despises me…" he crossed his arms before continuing, "…and he knows he will be working me like a dog so I won't have time to sleep anyway…"

The young princess vacantly stared into his eyes, and Vegeta gazed back. He felt slightly depressed when he noticed no sign of remembrance in her bright sapphire eyes. He nearly sighed but the girl spoke again before he could. "Vegeta… when is the last time you've gotten any sleep?" she asked quietly.

Vegeta was becoming tired of this discussion. He sighed and thought for a moment. "I can't even remember…" his reply was a bit rushed. He didn't bother telling her that he had been sleeping before Frieza made him come get her… Vegeta really wouldn't consider that five minutes of rest sleep anyway… "You should get some sleep," he stated tersely.

"Ok," she said softly. Bulma laid down on the bed. She yawned as she covered herself with the sheets. 'Well, I guess it's more comfortable than I thought…' she said to herself.

"Thanks Vegeta…" the princess said softly as she slowly closed her eyes.

Vegeta crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "Thanks for what? I haven't done anything…"

Another yawn escaped Bulma's lips, "For helping me…" she said.

Vegeta stared at the young princess of Earth. What had he helped her with? Vegeta was about to ask, but he noticed that the girl had drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Vegeta rolled his eyes then frowned, remembering the look she had in her eyes when she was staring up at him. 'Why is it that she doesn't remember me…?'

Bulma had awoken for probably the third time in only an hour's time. The cold had kept waking her and she could not seem to warm herself no matter what she did. She squeezed her eyes shut as she curled up into a ball and made an effort to keep her teeth from chattering.

Vegeta had been watching this display for about two hours. He couldn't help feeling somewhat sorry for the poor human. He had learned long ago that humans had a lower body temperature than Saiyans giving them a low tolerance for cold climates.

Vegeta could only think of one way that he could warm the girl. He sighed silently as he debated with himself on whether he should help her or not. 'Why am I having doubts about helping her? We used to be closer than siblings…but could I really–' his thoughts trailed off as he heard the girl whimper and mumble something in her sleep about the freezing cold. Vegeta shook his head as he slowly pushed himself off the wall and made his way around the bed to stand so the girl's back was facing him. He stared at the girl's shivering form for a moment before swallowing his pride and seating himself on the mattress next to her. He hesitated for a moment as he glanced at the cold, quivering girl. Reluctantly, Vegeta laid down next to the girl, positioning himself so their backs were pressed together. He sighed as he powered up slightly to warm the girl with his ki, although he figured his natural body heat could warm her on it's own… Vegeta glared at the wall across from him knowing he wouldn't sleep anyway…

He couldn't help thinking about why she couldn't remember him… 'She probably just doesn't want to remember me…' Had he done something all those years ago to make her hate him? Is that why she had her parents contact his father to tell him she was dead? But what could he have done that was so horrible to make her hate him…?

Vegeta noticed that the girl's quivering had finally ceased. He didn't know if he should feel grateful that she was no longer cold or if he should feel disgusted with himself for helping someone other than himself…even if it was his childhood…friend…

He sighed audibly as he allowed his eyelids to fall over his eyes. He didn't want to think about why she would hate him anymore…Not tonight…So he changed his thinking. Maybe he would be able to sleep tonight… Vegeta figured that it would be the first time he had slept for about four weeks… 'Thanks to 'Lord' Frieza…' he said to himself.

Only moments later Vegeta felt himself drifting off into the long-awaited sleep his body desperately needed.

Bulma's eyes shot opened as she realized that, amazingly, she was no longer shivering from the intense cold. She had wondered what phenomenon had warmed her.

'Where's Vegeta…?' she asked herself as she realized Vegeta was no longer standing with his arms crossed against the wall. Bulma glanced around the room in an attempt to locate the Saiyan prince. She gasped as she felt a small amount of movement behind her. Slowly, she sat up and turned her head to see whatever had caused the movement. She smiled and nearly laughed as she saw Vegeta lying there with his back facing her sound asleep. He was lying on his side with his back facing her, his breathing was slow and even, and his tail was draped lazily over his abdomen. Bulma leaned over him to look at his face. Miraculously, his usual scowl and stone cold features were absent. She laughed silently to herself; she couldn't believe he looked so… cute…

Earth's young princess gently laid herself back down next to the Saiyan prince, carefully curling up against his back for warmth. 'Why is it so cold on this ship?!' Bulma yawned before allowing her eyelids to cover her sore, sleep deprived cerulean eyes.

'I want to go home…'

VFC: Why can't Bulma remember that…that… that…! GAH!! … We'll just have to find out in the future chappies won't we!? Ok… So maybe this chappie's not much longer than the last one… but it's kinda cute, no? LOL! Remember to review! n.n

EDIT: I changed the summary... I think it's a lot better now... maybe... O.o;