His eyes widened with confusion as Bulma voiced out that one word. 'Leave?!'

"I want you to leave, Vegeta," she said as a scowl formed on Vegeta's face.

"I don't mean this house. I want you to take that contraption out there, and leave this planet," she continued as her fingers pointed to the GR/Space ship that resided in the back lawn. The words came out softer than she had intended with a tinge of sadness and disappointment. With that said, she walked past him towards the staircase that led to her room.

Vegeta turned to look at her retreating form, unable to believe that she had asked... no... told him to leave. He felt a tug at the depth of his heart and it was disturbing him greatly. A sudden shortage of breath struck him and he took a deep breath. A small part in his heart started to ache at the fact that he was being refused, rejected, and dejected.

Unwanted.

It didn't help much with the fact that it was Bulma, the woman that he... who he had thought that he... well... you know... he couldn't even bring himself to say that he do love her knowing that they had come to the point where she don't even want him around anymore.

'She can't shun me away like I'm a... like I'm a... a...'

Bulma stopped walking as she reached the foot of the staircase. Her head was hanging down as her hand grips hard on the railing. She was tired and heartbroken, but somebody had to show Vegeta that there are other people's welfare to consider about. In fact, it isn't like he's very happy camping in a foreign planet which are all weaklings and she can't let him run around the earth, killing and hurting innocent people just to satisfy his sudden blood hunger, no matter what the circumstances are, and especially not because of her. She could never live it down.

"I hope," she started softly as she turned her head to look at him from the side, "The next time we meet," this time she turned her head fully to face him, "you'd be different." She muttered sadly, looking at him with longing eyes before turning to proceed up the stairs.

Vegeta stood staring at her until she disappears from the corner. His mind was blank and he couldn't think. 'What had just happened?' he asked himself. The woman had told him to leave, but said that if they ever meet again in the future, she expected him to be a changed man. What a complicated creature.

He stormed out to the back yard and towards his GR. He was fumed and confused. How dare the bitch tell him to leave when he has finally discovers that he was capable to fall in love with someone and her for that matter?! If he's not wanted here, then he will gladly leave. But then where is he to go now if he had left earth? Frieza's planet is definitely not a good idea and the neighbouring planets were all loyal to that pathetic lizard. Earth is still the best choice to take refuge and to restore his health while he trains to achieve his goal.

'It could be a good step to take if I leave this planet. There's nothing beneficial here for me anyway, and I hate everything and everyone here and it isn't like they will miss me. Perhaps there will be a better chance to reach my destiny without any distractions somewhere else.'

Yes, that woman is indeed a great distraction. The moment he met her, she had been nothing but an annoying bug, constantly buzzing at his side. But what a bug she was. Maybe she was the reason that he has not reached Super Saiyan. He let out a deep sigh as it was the only explanation he can conjure up at the moment.

He stopped in front of the main console and placed his palm on it. Tracing his hand across it, a sudden feeling of loss swept through him. He would have to leave, for the sake of his pride. But he will be back and even if it's not for the woman, it will be for the awaiting battle between him and Kakarot after they had defeated the androids.

With a flick of his fingers, he opened up the hidden panel that is only to be used for space travelling. He flicks on several switches and finally, without any second thoughts he pushes the big red button that will send him away from earth. Away from the woman who he thought he had fell in love with.

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When Bulma reached her room, she closes the door gently behind her. Leaning against it, she closed her eyes as she felt tears were forming behind her eyes. She dropped her head into her hands as the tears finally drops and ran to her bed. Clutching her pillows tight to her body, she let all her sorrows out. Each and every drop of tears was meant for the Saiyan prince and now that he is leaving, Bulma will cry for him, for the fact that he has no choice but to go and also because they can never be.

She buried her head into the pillow as she tried to control her cries into mild sobs. The surroundings were all quiet and peaceful, contradictive to her current state and she hated it. Then the compound started to shake with small tremors, and it got rougher and much more violent by the second. She heard the rumblings of an engine being turned on as its propeller began to spin wildly, causing huge gushes of wind to blow into her room through the balcony. Her curtains were flapping roughly against the wind and it sent shivers down Bulma's spine.

This is it. He's finally leaving. Bulma could hear the hissing of the ram is it closes, sealing the Saiyan inside who was ready for takeoff. The rumblings and tremors got wilder as fuel ejected through the combustion chamber, causing hot gas to accelerate out of the rearward nozzle of the spaceship. Bulma clenched her eyes as a new set of tears flows uncontrollably down her cheeks. She buried her face deeper into the pillow which she was hugging and let out an unearthly scream as the spaceship took off into the night air and out of the earth's atmosphere.

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Bulma's POV

I must have laid here on my bed for several hours now. My body feels numb as I couldn't even move my fingers. I have been staring blankly into the night through the balcony, wishing that I could have taken another alternative instead of sending him away just like that.

I feel lost, like a little girl who couldn't find her parents in a large shopping mall. My heart can't stop beating as I thought about Vegeta and his current whereabouts. What could he be doing at this moment? Where is he going to go? Who will he want to meet to help him settle in?

God, all these unnerving questions were annoying me to no end. Why am I asking myself so many questions that I can never find an answer to? Even if I contact him through the transmitter in the ship, he wouldn't want to speak to me after what I did to him.

Great Bulma. Just great! You have the knack to push away two men in less than two days. One because he hurt you and one... one whom you shouldn't have fell in love with to begin with. I took in a deep breath and close my eyes as I push myself up slowly from the bed and place my feet onto the cold tiles beneath me. Vegeta's already gone, and I know I shouldn't dwell on it. I kept telling myself that the reason I sent him off was to keep the earth a much safer place because without him, he can't cause any trouble.

Then I came to a realisation. Exactly how many problems has Vegeta caused since he's resided here? Furrowing my brows in mild confusion, I start to think back from the time since Vegeta came here. He had taken the spaceship and left only to return several months later when he later found out that Goku was nowhere to be found in space. We had many fights, quarrels and disputes but they were not anything harmful and although he had almost struck me several times but did not. Every time he did that, he made me think I had won the fight and got the upper hand.

Then again, why did he not strike me? He knew he can kill me just as he can easily squash an ant. Then it hit me. He couldn't do it because it would be honourless, and because of that, even when I had mindlessly pushed him again and again and again, practically driving him insane, he still tolerated with me.

I feel so stupid now, thinking that he was always a coward by not having the balls to hit me. And I had called him honourless. I frown deeply as I stood up from the bed. I didn't know where I had intended to go, but the next thing I knew, I am now standing at the doorway of his room. I remember it was just this morning that I had came out from this room practically naked and I blushed at the thought. If it wasn't because of him who had comforted me in his own gentle way, I would've considered suicide again.

Yes, now I remember. His room was always empty it was like nobody has ever occupied it. There was no personal touch to any of the furniture in here, except for the essentials in the bathroom. Looking over to his bed, I walked mindlessly to it and took a seat on the edge. I traced my fingers on the sheets before I stretched my body forward to lie sprawling on across the mattress. I lean into his pillow and inhaled his scent.

Once again, as I lay motionless I stared into the night through the balcony. A tear or two rolled down from the corner of my eyes as the images of Vegeta comforting me, consoling me, stayed with me when I needed him the most, helped me to... my eyes widen as the next thought came into my mind.

"Both his wrists and ankles has been distinguished as fourth degree burns, as is his neck" he said as he turned to look back at an even more shocked Bulma.

I shot up from the bed as I try to replay the scene from the hospital where the doctor has consulted me the status of Yamcha. Fourth degree burns on his wrists, ankles, and neck... ki rings... My eyes widened at the thought. Yes, it must be ki rings. It was meant to lock their enemies so they can't run away.

"There are multiple bruises that caused most of his muscles to tear and the bones in his cheeks, jaw and ribs are fractured, therefore disabling him to move. In other words, he's almost paralyzed until they heal."

Only a fighter stronger than Yamcha would've been able to crush him that way and the ones who're stronger than Yamcha would be Goku and...

I brought my hands up to my mouth as I let out a gasp. Vegeta.

N-no, it can't be! Why would Vegeta...?

"He has seeped into a coma from over exerted trauma. Someone… or something has completely clawed out his… his genitals," stammered the doctor as he looks back at the superbly unfortunate young patient.

I buried my head into my hands as I finally realise that it was indeed Vegeta and this time it is no lie. Tears started to flow again as it all makes sense now. Yamcha raped me, Vegeta found me and comforted me, he wasn't happy about what happened and therefore, helped me to take revenge on Yamcha by slicing off his genitals.

I remember telling myself to kill Yamcha the next time I see him although I don't think I really meant it, but Vegeta was one step ahead of me, and to top it off, he didn't kill him when he could have.

I thought about what happened when I came back from the hospital just hours ago. He was there and I'm sure he knew where I was, but still he had asked me where I had been. The fact that I wasn't certain that he was the one who injured Yamcha, I was also wrong to accuse him directly instead of confronting him in a more civil manner. Of course, why wouldn't he be angry? I mean, who wouldn't be? It wasn't like he wasn't going to admit it if I went up to him in a more gentle approach. He isn't like that.

And I had to rile him up further by insulting his honour and pride. I'm so dumb.

I wouldn't blame him now that I knew the truth and it was wrong of me to push him like that, knowing the person that he is. I have given him the green light to kill me, anyway. But just as I thought, he didn't. So why is that?

He had pushed me away from him like I have the plague. He knew he had hurt me, physically and emotionally and he had left. So why did he return? I had seen the look on his face when he inspected me for the injuries he had caused me. It was filled with... regret. In fact, he looked quite upset at his work when he traced his hand onto my injured arm. And I had jumped away from him like he was a walking disease.

To add salt to the whole situation, I had told him to leave the planet. Away from me. I am sure I had hurt his pride more than I had intended to and there is absolutely nothing I can do now to take it all back. He's already gone, probably light years away now.

It didn't help much now that I realise he might hold some reserved feelings for me; feelings that he wouldn't understand if he didn't try. And I could've helped him understand by letting him know how I felt about him. I let out a deep sigh, regretting my earlier actions. I guess I am not as intelligent as I turn out to be. At least not in the love department as I always had the tendency to fall in love with bad and dangerous men. Men that would most probably will not be able to return the love.

I got up from the bed and walked towards the balcony. Both of my hands gripped onto the railing as I stare up into the black mass of stars, searching blindly for Vegeta before lowering my head to pray for his safety and health in silence.

"Vegeta," I called to him softly while my eyes were closed. "Please come back," I pleaded as I looked up into the sky.

"I love you..." I whispered, hoping the wind will bring these words to him.