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A/N: I know that this chapter is short, sorry!

Black Sunrise

He winced as he sat up, ribs and head throbbing. Looking around, onyx eyes settled on the blanket that was placed over him. Chi-Chi never gave him a blanket, he never needed one, so why the change of heart? He vainly remembered a pair of blue eyes, or was that in his dream?

He had dreamed that there was a woman with beauty beyond anything leaning over him, bright blue eyes glittering, bottom lip being chewed on as she examined him.

Rubbing a hand over his eyes, he slowly pushed himself up off of the floor and made his way to the front door. Pulling out an all ready pre-written thank you note, Vegeta left it in Chi-Chi's mailbox. Smirking to himself, he walked to his car and got in. After starting the engine, he revved it a few times to make sure he made enough noise to wake the whole neighborhood then left down the street.

The drive to his house was 10 minutes as he made his way in and out of traffic, and then pulled up in front of an apartment. He was going to do a little research on his one and only favorite person to pick on. Once he got a few painkillers into his system, he turned on his computer and waited for it to load up.

"Well Miss. Bulma...what do you have to hide...?" Letting his fingers do their magic, he found a few sites with her name mentioned, but then decided to hack into a few computers and pull out her personal files. Stretching his legs out, Vegeta ran a hand through his naturally spiky hair. Good god, this woman is boring. Your typical rich-bitch. Private school from gr. 7 and on. Oh, what's this? Little Miss Perfect's got a police record? Oh...no. Damn, thought it was something interesting. What about this? Ew, boring pictures.

Vegeta thought that he wasn't going to dig anything up looking around the various sites and profiles of the rambunctious teen when he say a little link out of the way on the bottom of the page he was reading. Go here to read about Baby Blue. Baby Blue huh, who is that? He waited, fingers tapping the keyboard impatiently.

'Baby Blue, a respected brilliantly talented young artist has gone to Court today to face charges of physical abuse against her 'boyfriend' Jade Anderson. The young couple had only been together for less than a few weeks when Baby Blue, otherwise known as Bulma Briefs, allegedly attacked Anderson, causing him a broken collarbone, broken nose and a severely cracked ribcage. Briefs attacked Anderson with not only her fists, but a wooden cutting board as well, smashing Andersons' collarbone upon contact.'

Vegeta rubbed his eyes and then checked the date of the article. 6 years ago, meaning that Bulma would have been in grade 6. Well, well! It looks as though little Miss Perfect isn't as perfect as she lets on. Something else to taunt her with when I see her tomorrow. He continued to read and scan pages for anything that could be of some use and then stopped. 'Jade Anderson suspected murderer of Matthew Robertson.' His eyes snapped wide at that. Why the hell is all of this in Bulma's file?

'Police have reported that after last nights accident proving fatal for almost 17 year old Matthew Robertson, that it was no mere accident. The brake line on the youth's car had been cut, and the front passenger's tire was slashed multiple times, causing it to slowly leak out air. As the car was rounding a corner, the driver lost control after the wheel flew off and slammed the vehicle into a nearby tree.' Vegeta looked at the damage and winced. The boy, this Matthew whatever his name was must not have looked very pretty when he was in the hospital. Click here to see pictures Interested, Vegeta clicked on the link and muttered out loud.

There was the woman, crumpled on the floor, face covered by her hands. Another picture of three other people, two older, one the same age as Bulma. But Bulma doesn't have blue hair. She's a natural black. Black eyebrows, black lashes, black hair, and black eyes. She's just like me. There was another picture of the blue-haired teen, her face towards the camera, blue eyes large and watering. Vegeta felt horrible looking at this picture and vowed that if he were to ever get a real girlfriend, not just some 'fuck' toy, he would never, ever let the poor woman go through the pain that was radiating through the monitor of his computer screen.

"As if. I'm sure it's just all staged anyway. That girl is hiding something, and I'm going to find out what it is. I just can't believe the shit here I'm reading it's too farfetched for someone as young as she is. Wait, how old is she? Wait, a better question, why the hell do I care? I don't."

Standing up slowly, he stretched his legs, making sure to be careful not to jar his ribs. Picking up the phone, he looked at it, and then shook his head. If he wanted to get the job done, he'd have to do it himself. Replacing the phone to this cradle, he walked slowly into the bathroom to process the damage that had been done to him. Nothing but a few cuts to his cheek, one across the bridge of his nose and a deep bruise around this right eye.

Seeing his face damaged and battered was something he'd learned to deal with ever since he knew the meaning of fights. Vegeta had never been one to sit by and let someone insult either him, or any of his friends for that matter, so he would take matters into his own hands if and when someone pissed him off.

Everyone was scared of him, except his closest friends and that damned woman. She knew how to take his insults and paid almost no attention to them, and what better way to have a good day then insult someone as petty as her? What he didn't like though, was the fact that she threw insults harder, and faster than he could ever have. Something was defiantly wrong with her, and he needed to find out so he could get the best of that black-haired, raging beauty.

Beauty? Shaking his head, he knew that there was nothing he could do. His body was attracted to him, and he had never backed down from a challenge. He was throwing a party for Halloween, and he needed to think of a plan to get her there. If she were in his house, she would regret it. He would make her life a miserable living hell. Smirking, Vegeta ran a hand through his hair and growled as pain seared through his body.

"Fuck. I'm going to have to deal with that little shit one way or another. Keshia isn't going to be stuck on the streets forever. I'll find her again next month, and then this time, she's going to come with me and I'll throw her into detox. I don't care what the fuck her pimp's going to say about that, or how many people he throws at me. She's my fucking sister, and I'm older so obviously I know what's better for her. I just don't see how the hell she could actually enjoy pumping her body full of drugs. Fucking whore." He kicked over the chair that was sitting in front of the computer he had used moments before.