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Chapter 7

Yamcha scowled. "Ugh! Oh yeah Vegeta! Well now, this is my chance! This is my chance to take my Bulma back!"

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Yamcha rose up slowly. He wiped some blood from his jaw to his nose and scowled. He took a quick glance around his condominium. "Aw man my window!" he growled. "Why didn't he just shoot out through my broken door? Bastard!"

He walked toward his T.V and frowned. That was a good ten thousand dollar flat screen. He turned around as something caught his eye. It was a picture of him and Bulma when they were a lot younger. They looked happy. Yamcha was leaning down for a kiss as Bulma was giggling about something. He picked up the picture frame and frowned. If only things could go back to how they were.

"Ok let's see…Bulma would already be out by next week, so that means that it should be enough time for me to work out my plan." He set the picture down and grinned evilly.

One week. One week to plan a strategy that could maybe change the rest of his life with someone who he once held dear. Well minus the fighting and the somewhat abuse. He grunted. Why did he do that? Overall, it would be worth it at the end. Only there was just one teeny-tiny problem. No, scratch that. He has one big problem. How to get rid of the Prince of All Sayians? Hm, that is something that was not easy to be said. He thought for a moment and grinned. He may be an idiot, but not a complete and total idiot.

He smirked. It was getting dark, a full moon was appearing as a dimming sun was setting. He yawns and drags his sore body to bed. Not caring one bit that his property was exposed. Tomorrow is a big day…

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Vegeta was halfway across his destination. His mind filled with thoughts of every little episode that happened today. Bulma, the Weakling, Trunks, he shook his head trying to clear his thoughts as much as possible. What a crazy day. He had his famous scowl as he took a glance at his fist. It was covered in Yamcha's blood. Hopefully the woman won't think that he killed him, even though he should have. He saw Mercy Hospital appear closer, and closer. As he got closer he sensed to weak Ki's. Oh great. Why can't the woman stay out of trouble! Or, maybe it was just a doctor and a nurse taking some tests. He growled. Even if it was a doctor or a nurse, he wanted for them to stay away from her.

From now on, he is going to be extra protective for his family. His wife. He scowled as he arrived the hospital doors. He would have gone through the window, but no. No, because Bulma doesn't know the true Vegeta. You know. One of the most powerful beings in the universe? Alternatively, maybe how he is a Prince from an elite race? He chuckled on how he would express such news to her. He pressed the seventh button on the elevator and waited impatiently.

"I am never going to take an elevator again."

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"Oh sweety are you ok?" asked Mrs. Briefs who cried quietly beside her daughter. "Uh, mom, I'm fine. Don't worry." Mrs. Briefs wiped her eyes with a hanky and ran her hands through Bulma's hair. "Oh sweety you probably don't even remember me and your father!" It was true, Bulma didn't remember much but she did know that those were her parents. Bulma closed her eyes as Mrs. Briefs kissed her all around her face. Mr. Briefs twitched his mustache and walked beside her.

He picked up the still sleeping Trunks and set him on the nearby couch. He walked back to her and placed his hand on Bulma's cast. "My dear, were just thankful that you're alive. Don't worry your memory will come back sooner or later. Hopefully sooner. Nevertheless, for now you just need your rest. You took quite a blow there." He said gesturing toward Bulma's bandage that was placed around her skull. Bulma nodded with a frown and made herself comfortable in the small hospital bed.

Mrs. Briefs stood up still wiping her face with a hanky. "Ok dear, we will be here tomorrow morning to check on how you're doing, oh but your father won't let me stay, why not!" she asked facing her husband. He twitched his mustache again. "Well deary becau-"but was cut off when Vegeta entered the room. He stared at the in-laws then at Bulma. He grunted and sat down in his chair that was next to Bulma. Bulma smiled happily that her husband came and glared at her mother. Hoping that she seriously wouldn't stay. Mrs. Brief pouted and gave one last kiss to her daughter's forehead and walked out the door. Mr. Brief nodded to Vegeta and gave a quick kiss goodbye to his daughter. "I suppose you'll be taking care of my little girl eh Vegeta?" Vegeta only nodded in response.

As they exited the room, Vegeta scooted his chair closer to Bulma. He turned around making sure Trunks was still in the room. He turned back and gazed into her magical blue eyes. He awed a little when he realized what he was doing. He snapped out of it and tried to control himself. "Um, Bulma, I need to tell you something…"

She smiled and sat up right. "What is it Vegeta?"

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