A/N: Well well well... sorry that this has taken me so long to get out. I didn't have any time in the last, however long to seriously sit down and put out a chapter. Here it is. Let me know what you think!

Chapter Thirty: A Forceful Reunion.

"Bulma..." Keisha whispered as she glanced at the fuming woman beside her. Isis was sitting in the middle, staring straight ahead, but often turning to gaze at the red head, brow pressed against the window.

"Shut the hell up. I don't want to talk to you."

"Just let me explain."

"No. When we get to the flat, you're going to go home."

Keisha's heart stopped beating for a moment. She didn't want to be alone! "But please... let me explain!"

She slowly turned her head, green eyes blood-shot while her cheeks were glistening wet with tears that still fell. "You listen to me. How the hell could you do that to me? Not only that, didn't you fucking think Keisha? Or has all the drugs you've done gone and affected your fucking brain? You're a bitch. I cannot believe I tried to be nice to you and this is how you fucking repay me?"

"Just listen!" Keisha begged and then let out a soft sob as Bulma turned back to the window, a hand on her stomach. It was obvious that her pleas were falling on deaf ears and she stopped, turning her head to look out the other window.

The cab driver kept looking into the back seat every few minutes with sad brown eyes, wanting to ask the two young women in the back if they wanted to talk, but keeping his mouth shut because he didn't want to harass them. The tension was thick enough to cut it with a knife. He didn't want to add more fuel to the fire.

Slowly, the cab pulled up to the curb and came to a complete stop. Bulma threw the door open and got out, giving the driver the money that she had left in her pocket and turned to stomp up to the front door. She didn't wait for Keisha to follow. Unlocking and opening the door, she held it open just enough for herself and Isis to slip through before forcing it closed. Keisha's eyes filled with tears as she went for her own set of keys and realized that they were still in Bulma's apartment on the coffee table. A small wail escaped from her lips as she moved up the front walk and sat on the front step, head in hands and let to torrent of tears fall. She didn't hear the other car pull up.

"How could she?" Bulma muttered darkly as she kicked closed her door and threw her keys violently onto the table. Tugging out the elastic that was wrapped around the ends of her hair, she stormed to the bathroom and yanked off both shirt and skirt before brushing her teeth.

Seeing Vegeta made her mouth dry, and she didn't like the taste. After that was done, she padded barefoot into her room and slipped into a pair of blue satin pajama shorts, just barely long enough to cover her rear and togged Vegeta's shirt over her head. Running her hands through her hair, she combed out a few knots, tugging none too gently to do so. Her eyes were watering again, and as she scratched them a contact dislodged from place.

Cursing herself she once more moved into the bathroom and took them out carefully, replacing them into their solution. A knock came from the front door and she ignored it. A few moments later it came again, and she ignored it. Bulma moved into the kitchen and turned on the kettle, craving nothing more than a nice cup of tea. The knocking picked up again and this time it didn't stop. Try as hard as she could, she couldn't ignore it for long. Picking up the kettle and slamming it down onto a cold element, she went to the door and placed her hand on the knob.

"Damn it Keisha! I don't want to..." She threw the door open and was pushed backwards up against a wall. Warm heat crashed over her body as lips roughly forced themselves onto hers. Bulma hadn't even had the chance to let out a small squeal before he was all over her.

Gripping the front of his shirt, she tried to push him away but he relented and forced himself against her even more. Her lips parted against her will and the next thing she knew, her hands were in his hair, gripping tightly and she let out a moan as Vegeta mimicked her actions, wrapping curls around his fingers and holding tightly. The kiss became more violent and she let out a pained moan as his teeth brushed over the stitches in her lip but she didn't stop and neither did he.

He stopped long enough to whisper marry me against her lips before he plundered her mouth once more. It was her turn to fight back. Pressing herself against him even harder, she tried to force him backwards but he wouldn't move. Two could play at that game. Lifting her right leg, she hooked it around his and he had no choice but to move a hand down to cup her thigh. His hand was on fire and the heat almost burned her flesh but Bulma didn't care.

She couldn't believe that he was here, in her apartment, all but forcing himself onto her, and she was going along with it. The troubles with Keisha had faded away and now she felt like garbage and would deal with that problem when she had a free moment.

Vegeta was the first to pull away but he didn't go far. "Answer me." He whispered again, nuzzling his lips against hers.

"Vegeta... I..." Before she could finish, his lips were on hers again and she melted against him. There were so many things that she had to talk to him about, and confusion clouded her mind before her animal instincts clicked back in and her hands were running down over his back to slip into the back pockets of his jeans and grip the flesh through the denim tightly, grinding her hips against his.

He pulled back again, this time panting and his eyes were closed. "I want an answer...I want one now." He muttered, trying everything within his power to catch his breath.

Bulma was in no better condition. Her heart was hammering like mad and she licked her lips, the taste of Vegeta flooding her mouth and every pour almost oozed with the need for him to continue on with where his actions were headed. "Huh?" She stammered, opening her eyes slightly to peer into his dark ones.

"Marry me."

A question formed on her lips and she shook her head, licking her lips once more. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why me Vegeta?"

He leaned away from her and a brow shot up. "Why you? Why not?"

She looked down and lowered her lashes. Gathering her thoughts she met his eyes once more. "But Vegeta...there's got to be so much... I mean..."

"Get a room." Keisha muttered grumpily as she walked passed the door and stopped, only to close it and continue on down the hall.

Vegeta shook his head and nudged Bulma's hips with his own. "There is a lot that you have to tell me...but that can wait. We'll have the rest of our lives for you to explain to me why the hell you ran out on me, why you didn't tell me you were pregnant.. I mean, fuck Bulma! You're pregnant! With my child! MINE! And you left, but that's ok. Because you're going to be safe with me for the rest of your life, Rayne's life, and the baby's life. There's nothing you have to run away from. That asshole's behind bars..."

There was a crash and the sound of glass shattering in the living room made Vegeta jump on Bulma and press her up against the wall shielding her with his body. Bulma screamed and her head bounced off the wall to connect with Vegeta's. Isis jumped up and dashed into the living room.

A shot echoed off the walls of Bulma's apartment and she screamed again, louder this time. There was a pained yelp and the sound of weight hitting the ground and BUlma tried to shoulder her way passed Vegeta but he wasn't budging. "I want you to get into the closet and stay there. Do you have your cell phone with you?" He whispered into her ear and smiled slightly as she nodded.

"I love you." Bulma whimpered and they slowly inched towards the closet.

"Knock knock!" A male's voice called out from the living room, glass crunching under his feet as he entered the room from the balcony. "Where are you? I know you're here! I shot your dog. She's bleeding on the floor."

Bulma sobbed gently, face pressed into Vegeta's chest. He was thankful that the front hall's closet didn't make a sound and he opened it slowly and pressed Bulma inside of it. "I love you." He whispered, leaning forward to gently press his finger to her lips. She kissed it and moved into the back, hiding behind coats "I love you too. So very much." She could see the fear in his eyes as he held eye contact as he closed the door and bravely walked into the front hall.

A/N: Oh my God! How many people want to just kill me? Believe me, I'm almost ready to hang myself out to dry by my big toes on the flag pole! I cannot believe that this has taken such a freaking dramatic twist! I know it's short, but bare with me. The next one will be longer and better... though I don't think it can get any better than this. Seriously.