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Bluecrush0522: Aw, thanks. Glad you like it.

Animefreak653: Well, the bracelet he has on her is to overhear her conversations with the Saiyans. The ki restraints that he had on her were to make sure she would suspect she was a Saiyan and keep her tail from growing back. But yeah, her power level is pretty significant.

Vegeta told Raditz and Nappa about Frieza's plan for him and neither were happy about it.

"Vegeta, you can't let her infect you!" Raditz exclaimed earning him a slap to the head from Nappa.

"Prince Vegeta wouldn't let her do this if there wasn't a way out," Nappa explained.

"You are correct," Vegeta lied. They didn't need to know that he would have ordered her to follow Frieza's orders, antidote or not. "She developed a cure. Frieza will see me infected and let her off the hook and then I'll make a miraculous recovery and convince him that the virus is useless against us."

Nappa leaned back on his couch and chuckled. "Good plan. That lizard won't know what hit him."

Raditz still looked a little unsure, but he would have to trust his prince. If he couldn't trust the leader of his race, who could he trust?

"Princess Bulma," Vegeta greeted after walking into the med bay.

"Oh Vegeta," she said before mouthing the words "my prince." "I was hoping you'd stop by. I didn't get to see you when you returned." Both of them smirked at her lie. "How was the purge?"

"Now, princess, you know I can't tell you that," Vegeta teased.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Fine," she said wryly. "So what brings you here?"

"I came to request that you join me for dinner tonight," Vegeta stated diplomatically.

Bulma smiled. "I would like that."

Vegeta took Bulma's hand and kissed her softly on the cheek. "Until then, my princess," he whispered into her ear. Bulma's mouth opened to speak, but before she could, he was gone.

Zarbon held back a growl as he and Frieza listened to the conversation. He may not have really cared about Bulma in that way, but he was still engaged to her and the stupid Saiyan monkey was undermining him.

"Don't worry, Zarbon," Frieza said noticing his right-hand man's irritation. "She is just going along with him so she can infect him with the virus. Soon, we won't have to deal with him anymore."

"Yes, Lord Frieza." However, Zarbon still wasn't convinced. He would be watching the two very carefully from now on. He didn't trust Vegeta and his trust in the princess was also wavering. The blue alien was starting to question the freedom he gave Bulma over the years. When she was younger, it was adorable. Now, it was becoming a problem, and Zarbon did not like that.

Bulma showed up to Vegeta's quarters with many notepads for communicating with each other.

"Good evening, Vegeta," Bulma greeted respectfully. Good evening, Prince Vegeta.

"Welcome princess," Vegeta said motioning for her to enter the room. He took a notepad from her and wrote his own message. You don't need to use my title.

"I am surprised how clean your room is after weeks of being gone." But you are my prince. My father can't take that away from you and I won't either.

Vegeta chuckled. "I'm a perfectionist." Fair enough, princess.

Bulma blushed as she watched Vegeta take out a bottle of wine he bought from a trade planet on the way back from his mission. "What's that?" Bulma asked.

"Just some spirits we acquired on the way back." Vegeta poured two glasses and Bulma wondered how he was able to pull this together. "Only the best for you, my princess."

You need to stop calling me that, she scribbled on the forced back a chuckle at Bulma's blushing face.

Vegeta walked into the miniature kitchen in his room and took out some chicken looking things. He wrote down on the pad, You need to put the virus vector in my glass. They will hear me moving things in the kitchen. It's the perfect opportunity.

Vegeta set up the plates with their meals while watching her hesitate with adding the virus to the glass. Their eyes met and Vegeta nodded at her. She closed her eyes and added a few drops to the wine.

He took that time to move the plates to the table. "You look beautiful tonight…Bulma."

"Thank you, Vegeta," Bulma said trying not to sound worried as he moved to pick up the glass.

"Cheers." He clinked his glass to hers and then drank some. Bulma felt her heart constrict. He put his hand on hers reassuringly. Her worried expression still did not falter, especially when Vegeta started feeling the effects from the virus.

"Oh my goodness!" Bulma exclaimed. "Vegeta, are you alright?" She hated that they needed to act out this whole part as well. She really just wanted to give him the antidote in that moment.

"Of course, princess. I am a Saiyan. I can handle anything," he bit out hoarsely while grasping onto her hand. He couldn't believe how much pain he was feeling. He had to hand it to Frieza; the lizard really knew where to get the worst things to torture him with.

"You need medical attention. Here, let me help you," Bulma pleaded although she was already helping him out of the room. Vegeta nodded as he attempted to get to his feet.

Bulma helped Vegeta to his feet and they headed toward the medical wing. Vegeta had his hand clutched to his heart and was breathing heavily. If someone were to see him, they wouldn't think much of it, but even though he hid his pain well, the burning sensation around his heart was unbearable.

Bulma set Vegeta down on a bed. "Okay, I'm going to go get my father. He needs to be informed that-"

"No!" Vegeta snapped, still playing along. "I do not wish to have him anywhere near me. You of all people should know that."

"I know, Vegeta, but I can't help you. I have never seen these symptoms before, but my father may have. Please, just this once."

"I would rather eat my own eyes out," Vegeta muttered.

"Please, Vegeta. For me?"

"Fine," Vegeta conceded.

"I will be back," Bulma said. When she got outside the room she let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. Seeing Vegeta in so much pain was harder for her than she thought it would be. She quickly went to her father's throne room.

"Father, it is done," Bulma spoke up.

"I am well aware," Frieza replied with a smirk. "You did very well, my daughter. I will take care of the rest. You may return to your room."

"Yes, father. Good night," Bulma said with a small bow before leaving.

"Zarbon, I will be going to see the monkey," Frieza said. "You may go."

"Yes, Lord Frieza," Zarbon replied following what Bulma had done moments ago.

Frieza smiled darkly as he thought of the Saiyan prince's demise. This will be good.

A/N: And slight cliffhanger :D

(Edited on 2/3/2013)