As Goku looked at the thing in front of him, he was speechless.

'There goes winging it.' He shook his head, getting back to the issue at hand.

"Nothing to say, boy?" the creature's feminine voice sent chills up both men's backs. His red eyes glinted from the overhead light in the hallway. He took a step forward, observing Goku as the young teen tried to gather his thoughts.

'What do I do?'

He looked to his left, then right. No escape there. He could crawl under the thing, but what would that look like? He could try and fight. No, two against one; he'd lose for sure. He sighed, going with the only option he had left.

"Frieza." His voice was low, gravely. The disdain for his old 'master' was clear, not only in his voice but his stance as well.

Frieza circled around him, licking his lips as he did so. Suddenly, he burst into maniacal laughter. His fit lasted for a couple minutes until Zarbon cleared his throat. He quieted down and looked to Goku.

"I can only imagine why you are in my warehouse, boy." he asked as he settled himself in front of Goku again.

He shrugged, "Taking a walk."

Frieza glared at him.

"Don't lie to me." he snarled, walking up behind him once more, "lying to your master is not a good idea."

Goku put a good couple feet of distance between them. He also had a feral glare on his face.

"You are no longer my master, Frieza."

He spit the last word like it was a bad taste in his mouth.

Frieza growled, then he smirked. In a flash, he had Goku's hands pinned behind his back, his face pushed into the dreary grey wall.

"Still a weakling. That sister of yours was always the better of the two. Such a pity what happened."

Frieza grinned maliciously as he felt Goku squirm underneath him. He tightened his grip to an almost breaking point. "I can only imagine her blood everywhere. Is that her's you're wearing now? Just think, her lifeless body staring at you, knowing you could've stopped it if you wouldn't defied me along with that filthy father of yours."

His gratey voice sent Goku reeling into rage. He easily broke his hold, brushing off the bruising he could tell would develope. He swung at Frieza, knocking him through the wall from the sheer force as his fist connected with his jaw. He immediately lunged at the pale lizard-like creature as he attempted to get up.

"You sick bastard! Don't you ever talk about her like that!"

He continued on his rage fueled attack as Zarbon watched open mouthed. He didn't like Frieza either, but shit. This KID was dominating him! Not even he could submit that much damage.

'Guess that's my cue.' With that, he took off in the other direction.

Goku couldn't see straight. The only thing he registered was rage and blood. A lot of blood. Blood he was sure wasn't his. All he knew was that he had to destroy this thing he was attacking, whatever it was. He didn't feel the punches and well aimed kicks coming his way. He merely dodged them. When he had Frieza in the position he wanted, he picked his gun up off of the floor.

"You don't deserve the easy way." he growled as he shot him in the chest. "Have a great time in hell."

Frieza stared wide-eyed at the boy he had trained. This was not the monster he created. He knew the Goku he knew would give mercy.

"H-hel-p me-e p-plea-se." He gasped as blood poured out of his mouth, pooling around his body. He couldn't believe this kid had defeated him. He was the strongest person on this side of the planet. That was confirmed. This was too surreal for him.

Goku looked at him with emotionless eyes. His eyes narrowed as if he was contemplating something. He merely grunted and walked in the direction he was sure Zarbon went.

Vegeta sat in the parking lot to a local mall. After he left the ER, he couldn't stop thinking about the blue haired genius. After a while, he couldn't even drive straight. The same thing was going through his head, over and over.

'What if she doesn't make it?'

He growled. He didn't give two shits about that bitch.

'Yes you do.'

"No I don't.'

'Apparently. If you didn't, you wouldn't be parked here thinking about her.'

'Fuck my concious.' He thought as he continued on with his mental struggle. He'd admit he had developed something for the woman. Whether it was hate or not was undetermined. He squeezed his onyx eyes shut as the worse case senario played in his head.

Cold.

Darkness.

Black.

Tears.

No, he would NOT think thoughts such as that. She would make it, he was sure. He sighed as he looked to his hands which were still resting on the steering wheel. What did he think? Sure she was different, but gods, she was still hot. Any man would say that. The way her hair always looked silky to eyes, how her eyes changed from azure to deep cerulean when she got angry, how she looked good in anything she wore. No, her looks weren't all to him. She could outwit him in most verbal spars they had and even when they weren't arguing, she was decent company to have.

"UGGHHH!" he yelled as he ran his naturally smooth hands through his ebony locks.

"Fuck her."

He wasn't trying to say he hated her, no, only the feelings she gave him. Feelings he hadn't had in quite some time. Feelings only one other person had ever given him. Feelings he wasn't sure she shared.

Goku strolled into the ER a few hours later. He spotted his father and made his way to him. As Goku walked up, Bardock eyed his attire, once more covered in blood. More blood than he remembered when he left. His son merely shook his head. The older man took a deep breath and sighed. He didn't like his children's actions sometimes, but he'd make an exception this one time. Goku sat down beside his father, picking up a magazine as he did so.

"Any news?" he questioned as he flipped through the pages.

Bardock sighed as he folded his arms.

"No. From what i'm told, they have her body stabilized. Now we only have to figure out why she's still in a coma."

As his father told him the news, his face brightened noticably. He grinned to himself and put the magazine down. He sat back and cocked his head to one side.

"Where is everyone else?"

Bardock frowned.

"They left shortly after you. Something about a man named Brolly?"

Goku frowned as well.

"I'm gonna kill Turles the next time I see him." he growled lowly.

"Who is this boy?"

Bardock looked to his son. He could tell he didn't want to tell him, for some reason or another.

"Kakarott.."

Goku sighed as he hung his head. He didn't want to get Turles in trouble.

"The reason Bulma locked herself up." he mumbled, barely audible around the hospital machinery. Bardock heard him clearly though. He scowled at his son, narrowing his eyes.

'Oh, that boy'll get it.'

Four months had passed since the accident. Bulma had shown no signs of waking up as of yet and the doctors were sure she wouldn't anytime soon. On the inside, it was a whole different story. Her mind was growning restless. She was honestly tired of hearing people walking in and out, passing gas, burping, telling her all their problems, telling her they missed her, and the worse. Wake up soon.

'IF IT WAS UP TO ME I WOULD'VE NEVER WENT INTO A FUCKING COMA!' she huffed as she growled into the darkness. She had learned that since she couldn't see as at the moment, her other senses heightened a bit. She heard the tap of someone's shoes on the hard linolium. She thought for a moment and smiled as the scent of his cologne invaded her nostrils.

'Vegeta.'

He was her favorite visitor of all. He never told her his problems, only made fun of everyone, including her, and told her how she was missing out on funny shit every now and then.

She couldn't say why she enjoyed him being there the most, she just did. He once told her how no one knew he was here and if they ever figured out, he'd make sure the bullet killed her the next time. She laughed at that one. Once he started to talk, she let out a defeated sigh. How she desperately wanted to talk back. She didn't have a clue why she couldn't wake up but it was really grating her nerves.

"You get uglier everyday, wench. I don't see how the doctors can stand to operate on such a monstrosity."

She snorted.

'Right, then why do you keep coming back, huh?'

"And it's none of your business why i'm here."

She just knew he had his nose in the air in that 'im-better-than-you' pose.

Over the months, she had come to know a lot about him. Occasionally, he'd tell her a fact or two about himself whenever he got tired of throwing insults at her. For example, she knew his favorite color was blue, his mother and father lived across the world, running a very successful business and they sent him money every week to live off of, he was highly skilled in martial arts, he liked blueberry slushes, he didn't eat pickles, even that he hated washing his underwear and socks together. That one was a funny story.

He talked for another hour before she heard him yawn. The plastic chair scraped against the floor as he stood.

"Hurry and wake up woman, Kakarott is not any fun to argue with."

She did a double take when she felt his smooth lips against her forehead.

'Did he just kiss me?'

Bulma was shell-shocked. That was a highly un-Vegeta like move. He must be getting really desperate. She shook it off and closed her 'eyes' and fell asleep, awaiting his next visit.

The next morning, the birds were chirping and traffic was jammed outside of the ER. A gas station was robbed and the cashier stabbed. It was a mad house. Nurses running around prepping the operation room, pedestrians trying to sneek a peek at the unfortunate soul, other patients pissed because they had to wait even longer now. The other side of the hospital, it was a different story. Calm, peaceful, quiet. Not a soul roamed the halls with the exception of a blue-haired teen.

Bulma had nearly shit herself when she was able to open her eyes. She thought she was merely in her 'dream land' until the light peaking through the curtains blinded her. It took a while to get her limbs mobile again, but she wasn't complaining. The first thing that came to mind was food. Not calling her father, telling the doctor she woke, no. FOOD. Gods, she was starving. She quietly made her way to the cafeteria, making sure her gown was closed.

As she grabbed all the food she could on a plate, she received a lot of strange looks.

'Guess I got popular these last couple months.'

She shrugged as she found a seat in a dark corner. Shoveling all the food she could in her mouth without making a mess, she allowed her mind to roam. What now? Does she go to her room and wait? Find the doctor? Call her brother? No, he'd flip. She decided not to worry about anything but filling her stomach for the moment.

She let out a belch once she had polished off her last waffle. She rubbed her food baby and sighed contently.

"That hit the spot."

She slowly stood, still not used to the movement. She made her way to the garbage disposal, picking up her pace when she heard a commotion from the direction her room was in. She headed in that direction, using the wall for support every now and then. As she came upon her door, she stopped dead in her tracks. There, in her tiny room, was all of her friends, Turles, Goku, and her father, yelling at the scared doctor who looked like he was about to piss his trousers. She raised a brow.

'Guess today was come see Bulma day. No one gave me the memo.'

Her ears perked when she heard her name.

"WHERE IS BULMA!" Bardock was in the doctors face, pointing to the empty bed. One could tell he was distraught.

Bulma decided to watch the whole scene, an amused smile on her face.

"I-I-I don't k-know. S-she was th-there when I-I checked on h-her earlier." the doctor stuttered. He was terrified of these people. Just by their visits, he knew they were nuts.

"You mean you lost my sister?" Goku screamed as he stood beside his father, arms crossed, a hard glare on his face.

Bulma giggled silently. This was too much. She slipped over to a table beside the window and took a seat on it. She crossed her legs indian-style and cupped her head in her hands.

"Mr. Son. Pl-please. we didn't l-loose her. M-mayb-be she woke up?"

He flinched when Bardock growled. He took a menacing step to the smaller man, noses an inch apart.

"You better hope for all that's holy you find her."

The doctor practically ran out of the room, coated in fear. All of the arguing ceased as no one knew what to do.

Vegeta shook his head. He didn't want to come, Kakarott just had to drag him here. He looked around the white room for any clues. He scanned over something blue. Blue? His eyes widened as he saw Bulma sitting on a table smiling at him. He blinked a couple of times, them rubbed his eyes with his fists.

'No, she's real.' he thought.

His visual changed almost instantly. He growled as his eyes narrowed.

"You bitch." his fists were clenching and unclenching as he got angry for a reason Bulma couldn't figure out.

"Vegeta, what's wrong?" Goku asked over his shoulder as he and the others were engrossed in something other than the current situation.

Vegeta ignored him as he continued to stare at Bulma.

"Did you decide to have a laugh while we all worried because you were missing?" he snarled as he advanced on her.

"Uh, Vegeta? Are you okay? Talking to yourself isn't healthy." It was Krillin who spoke up this time.

Turles chuckled a bit and nodded.

"Yeah man, I know we all want her back, but talking to an empty bed won't help."

Bulma let out a silent chuckle as everyone dogged Vegeta. His growl stopped her laughter. She cocked her head to one side.

"Did you ever think to speak, or did that coma permanently damage your brain?"

He was now right in front of her. His arms crossed and legs shoulder width apart. His eyes were unreadable as he started into her azure depths.

She shrugged and leaned in close to his ear.

"You tell me." she whispered as her lips brushed against his ear. She pushed him back and hopped off of the table, her feet slapping the floor as she landed. She brushed past him and sauntered her way over to her group of family and friends, a pissed Vegeta trailing behind her. She peered over her brother's shoulder to see what they were looking at. It seemed to be an electronic device of some sort. She smirked as a thought came to mind.

"Whatcha looking at?" she asked innocently as she could.

All heads snapped to her, eyes as big as saucers, mouths gaping like fish.

"Bulma!"