Disclaimer: -Raised Sign Reading- Do Not Own DBZ.

A/N: Yes, I decided to leave the last chapter by itself, and make a new one.Why? Ask my indecisive brain. I'm tired of doing so. o.O

It's almost sterile, you would have thought if you stared at his dark eyes, they held no emotion, no remorse...nothing. I don't believe he was all he tried to make everyone believe. I knew deep inside, he held compassion, and just longed to belong to someone. Maybe not emotionally, or physically, but in a way that he felt as if he had someone to return to, and somewhere. His life made me sad in so many ways. From what Goku had told me, being kidnapped by such a monster as Frieza at a young age, and threatened to do his bidding in exchange for not having your father killed...that can change a person no matter how you see it. I couldn't imagine what suffering he went through. He didn't experience true happiness as a boy. No real friends, no hopes, dreams. Losing his home planet must have made it all even worse. He lost his home, all that remained would have been memories of what were, and never of what will be.

"What?" he asked as he saw that she was staring at him.

His voice interrupting my further thoughts. I blinked, looking at him in confusion," Huh?" was all I could manage to say. Was I staring?

"Why are you sitting there looking at me like that," he said more than asked.

Apparantly I was. "Oh I..wasn't..I was just thinking.." the words stumbled as I spoke.

He grunted and looked away. "Well you don't have to stare at me when doing so."

"Sorry," I said and looked down.

He didn't reply, just gave me a stare.

"Are you able to stand?" He spoke with his usual tone of voice that showed no concern, but just requested an answer.

I tried lifting myself off the couch, but just found myself stumbling back down. My clothes were weighing me down. I took off my sweater, letting it drop making a splatting sound as it hit the wooden floor..the garment was soaked in water.

"I don't think I can, my clothes feel pretty heavy right now. I can't really feel my legs.." I said.

"Take them off then," he said.

"I can't.."

"Oh come on. I'm not here for babysitting. If you want I'll leave, but I won't be coming back for your rescue," he said coldly.

"I don't really care if you see me or not, I just can't take them off..my pants are too stuck on me.." I replied and tried pulling the pants down, they stuck like a second layer of skin.

He led out an irritated sigh, and walked over infront of me. "Here," he said grabbed both sides of my jeans and lifted me up quickly.

I suddenly was against his hard chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck for support. I felt intensly weak, I couldn't stand, my legs stood there without supporting my aching weight. My drenched shirt clung to his tight suite as I continued to press against his body. With one quick movement he pulled the pants down, making my legs feel as if twenty pounds had been released from pressuring them.

"You can let go now," he said as his hands stood at his sides. He looked at me, as I lifted my head, our mouths nearly met.

"Huh? Oh! I'm sorry!" I instantly let go which made me stumble back.

"Apparantly you didn't escape the crash so smoothly," he said.

"What are you talking about?" I asked looking at his face, trying to figure out the answer.

"Your legs you idiot," he said as he went into the kitchen.

"My legs..?" I looked down.

I was nearly horrified to find that my legs were covered in blood. It wasn't the water that seemed to cling on my skin, it was my own blood.

"H-How...oh Kami..." I said feeling like I was going to faint at the ghastly sight.

" You must have not realized you hurt them," he said as he returned with bandages, and disinfectant.

"What are you talking about? I didn't feel a thing.." I replied.

I trully didn't. I thought I left the crash without a single bruise upon my body.

"You must have had stronger feelings that overshadowed the pain," he said and lifted my leg without permission.

"Yes..perhaps..I didn't feel anything while I was running after you though."

He swiped my left leg with a moist cloth, I winced in pain, jerking my leg back.

"Don't move!" he ordered.

I whimpered, and stretched out my leg once again. With all my might I tried to hold back the burning pain my leg felt at the moment.

"What are you talking about running?"

"Yes. I saw a golden streaking light across the sky, figured it must be you or the others. Since it appears only when someone turns super saiyan."

He stopped wiping, and proceeded with wrapping my leg with bandages. He didn't reply to my explanation.

"You're a fool," he said after a few moments of silence.

"Why is that!" I snapped.

He continued to repeat the same with my right leg. He had a tight grip of my calf as he continued his movement over my aching leg. "It could not have been me you imbecile."

Bulma stared at him, preffering to think before she spoke again. There was anger in his voice. It hit her several seconds later, she wanted to hit herself for being so stupid.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"Just be quiet for once," he said and let her leg drop roughly back to the ground.

He stood up, and began to walk away furiously. How dared she remind him that he had not yet turned super saiyan! Her ignorance irritated him, making his blood boil!

"I'm sorry Vegeta! I didn't mean to bring up the matter!" Bulma said as she tried to stand, the pain throbbed violently on her legs as her weight began to lay upon them. "But if it wasn't you up there..how did you know I was down there?"

He stopped, and turned," Us Saiyans can sense ki woman, even weak ones like yours. Plus with that damn loud mouth of yours, it's hard to not hear!"

Bulma mouth dropped," How dare you! You jerk!"

"Be quiet. I've had enough of your insults for one day."

Bulma's head dropped again. Why did she even think it was Vegeta or Gohan? Her mind was completely irrational at that moment. It must have been Goku, but why didn't Goku sense her and rescued her instead of Vegeta? She was grateful of course that someone had come to her rescue. He must have been closer.

"I'm sorry Vegeta," she softly said.

"I've had enough about your apologies! It's all you know how to do!" he snarled.

The words lashed her as if they were thorns on pricked whip that had wounded her heart. She was about to apologize once more, but she stopped herself. Yamcha had told her similar words when she had apologized, thinking he was cheating on her. Hot tears began to fill her eyes, they strolled down her cheek leaving a glistening trail. She sobbed quietly. Vegeta noticed the sudden change in the woman's attitude.

"What are you whimpering about now!?" he asked trying to figure this enigma of a woman out.

"He told me the same thing," she said between sobs," It seems that's all I do. You don't know what I'm capable of Vegeta!"

"Hmph," was all he said.

Bulma stared at him with her large, glistening eyes. He was so cold, inconsiderate yet this anger wasn't similar as when she was angry at Yamcha.

"Get intro dry clothes instead of crying, and blabbing on unimportant matters," he said and walked upstairs.

Bulma blinked serveral times as she tried to prevent future tears from leaving her eyes. She walked painfully till she stood infront of the stairs. Pressing a button, they elevated down into a single platform. She stepped into it, and it elevated her to the second floor. From there, she continued to walk till she reached her room. Once inside, she seeked dry clothes to replace those damp cold ones she wore.

That explains How He Found Her for those That asked. :)