I remember there was only running and running and running but I had no destination, no purpose. What am I running for and what am I running from? All I see at the end of the road was a light. A light so bright it almost blinded me as it swam over my entire existence, drowning me into the depths of darkness.

As I run, the light seems to be running with me. I couldn't reach it even as I powered up to the pinnacle of my strength. It was impossible! I am a super elite, the strongest of its kind and I am the prince of the mightiest race in the entire universe! There is no way!

It wasn't enough that the entire surrounding was shifting into something more cynical. Out of nowhere, a hole appeared right under my feet and I had no choice but to fall through. The mass of darkness were so overwhelming it seemed to take over my senses and I welcome it. I let it absorb everything I have come to know.

Just as I was letting myself fall through the tunnel of darkness, a sudden feeling swept through my entire being. I felt the sudden panic attack that was so overwhelming, I couldn't breathe. Something was missing, something that I've forgotten – the woman.

"Bulma,"

My eyes widened to the fact that I had left the woman all alone to tend to herself in this godforsaken place. And now, where is she?!

"Bulmaaa!!"

I yelled for her, hoping to find her safe and sound but as I had anticipated, she was nowhere to be found. I was getting tired of running. I slumped to the ground beneath me, kneeling on the hard cold surface as I catch my breath. Looking out into the distance of nothing but black mass, I reach out a hand slowly as I saw a flicker of blue and white coming towards me.

"Bulma..."

I whispered her name softly, a small smile crept on my face as her beautiful face appeared in the distance. I was relief to know that I had finally found her. She walked towards me, a smile on her face and her arms spread to welcome me into her embrace.

Then the surroundings shifted again. This time it changed to the spaceship that I took off with when she told me to leave.

Just as the tips of her fingers touches mine, her facial expression changed. She was horrified like she has seen something frightening. I was wrong. It wasn't something she has seen. It was something that was tugging her by the waist, dragging her away.

"No! Vegetaaaaaaaaaa!"

I quickly stood and powered up to the maximum as she screamed for my help. I sped off to the direction that she was pulled to but she disappeared. Once again, she was nowhere in sight. I became frantic as I couldn't find her. I called to her again and again and again but to no avail.

She was gone.

How could I have let her go? A huge amount of pain began to tug at my heart, pushing its way through it. It felt like it could explode. It was so overwhelming, I couldn't breathe. Tears were forming behind my eyes. It wasn't long till I felt hot substance rolling down my cheeks. That was when I knew – I was crying.

Running shaky fingers on my cheek, I widened my eyes at the horror of me, the Prince of all Saiyans, were lowered to the terrifying reality that I was weak! My eyes narrowed as I glare into the dark horizon.

The woman was lost somewhere in this black hole and I will find her. God forbid that when I do, I will condemn whoever was responsible for this to death and I swear it will not be clean. A massacre will take place and I will not stop until each and every last one of them was slain.

I stood up with a newfound determination. I am now set to retrieve my woman - No one touches what is mine.

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Vegeta's eyes snapped open. His breathing was heavy as his eyes dart around the dark room. He squint his eyes as he try to focus on his surroundings. He was relief to know that he was back in his room and it was all just a dream.

'What a bizarre dream,' he thought as his mind brought him back to the dream. He wasn't sure what it was all about but he knew that it meant something. Well, most of his dreams always mean something.

He turned to side but his eyes went wider when all he saw was blue hair. His heart skipped a beat as he was still unsure if he was still in the dream or back in reality. He remembered the spaceship and the woman was there. And she's here now with her back facing him, soooo....

He raised his upper body with an elbow as his heart began to race. Trying hard not to make a sound, he attempted to push her hair away. He had to be sure that this wasn't a dream, and of course a sudden realisation hit him that this woman might be Oika.

Starting to panic, he discarded the attempt to search her face. Instead he leaned into her neck and took a whiff at her scent. He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, relief to know that this is indeed the woman he chose to bed with and that he was a complete idiot to think that he bedded the wrong female.

Scoffing at his sudden stupidity, he pulled himself upright. Sitting quietly next to the sleeping woman with his hands on his knees, he turned to look at her. He held a breath when she started to squirm and turn around to face him. He breathed out in relief when her breathing evened and he turned to bury his face in his hand.

Sensing that someone was looking at him, his head snapped towards it. He was right, Bulma was awake now and worry was written all over her face. She got up and shifted closer to him and places a hand on his shoulder, looking expectantly at him. He tensed at the contact and glared at her but his expression faltered as he realised there was no point in fooling her or himself.

"Go back to sleep," he said with a frown and with nothing but a smile, she shook her head, indicating that she wasn't going to sleep anymore.

"I'm wide awake now," she replied as she pulled herself off the bed, her nakedness exposed to Vegeta's eyes. He ogled at her skipping form as she tried to find her clothes but stopped when she remembered they were left on the veranda.

She turned to him and noticed his raping stare. He unconsciously licked his lips as his eyes devour her lower part of the body and it slowly traces upwards. He darted his eyes to hers when she placed her hands on her hips and glared at his conspicuous stare.

Like a boy getting caught for stealing candy.

That thought had Bulma smiling. She let her hands fall to the sides and walked towards Vegeta. She places her knees on the edge and spread them apart and with her fore-finger she motioned Vegeta to come forward. Vegeta smirked at her sudden display of kinkiness and gladly obliged. Shifting towards her, he slid his hands around her waist and pulled her close.

He planted soft kisses on her stomach and down to her navel as both his hands caresses her breasts. He moved his lips to the valley of her breasts and sucked lightly on the skin, leaving traces of saliva on it.

Bulma tossed her head back and let out a moan and Vegeta took the chance to glide higher up to her exposed neck. He took in her scent and moved his kisses to her ears. It tickled Bulma and she giggled while pushing Vegeta away gently.

"Hungry?" she asked as she flashed a seductive smirk and stares down at him with lust-filled eyes.

"Very," he replied huskily as his hands wound behind her waist and spun her around to lie on the mattress.

Lying stretched beside her with an elbow supporting his upper body, he looked down at her face while he twirled her hair with his fingers. He was looking longingly at her tresses, the same way he did when he returned and found out that she had them cut.

Bulma lifted her hand and placed it gently on his sculpted face, slowly tracing the perfect contours of his chiselled face. He closed his eyes when her fingers trace his eyes, nose and finally stopped at his lower lip. She stared longingly at the soft flesh, wondering how he can be so perfectly sculpted with muscles and yet has the most tantalizing lips ever.

Vegeta lowered his head to devour her mouth. Bulma let out a moan and wound her hands around his neck while his hand traces the sides of her body in a slow sensual manner. The tips of their tongues were playing, each trying to dominate the other. They were both lost in their own world until a soft knock on the door was heard.

They abruptly stopped what they were doing and glared murderously at the person on the other side of the door, if not the door itself.

Ignoring the interruption, Vegeta turned back to Bulma and continued his distracting ministrations, slowly pulling Bulma into another kiss. It wasn't long until the knock on the door began rapping.

"What?!" yelled Vegeta in frustration. He wasn't really very happy now. The knocking continued despite that Vegeta was now getting angrier by the seconds. In a matter of moments, he pushed himself off Bulma and dove straight to the door.

He swung the wooden plate wide open only to quickly close it back to a considerable width, enough for the person to see him but not wide enough to see in the room. It was Oika. Mildly surprised with her sudden appearance, the prince gave her a glare as she held up a note in front of his face.

[We should probably check on the ship.] with a smile plastered on her face but her bubbly expression faltered when her eyes widened and her gaze dropped down south and landed on his semi erected manhood. Vegeta snatched the paper from her trembling hands and gave her his trademark smirk and proceeded to slam the door in her face.

"Who was that?" Bulma asked as she was seated in the middle of the bed, waiting for his response.

He crumpled the useless note and threw it on the floor and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower but not before stopping at the doorway to look back at her invitingly. Bulma got the idea and cheekily pushed herself off the bed to follow him in. Well, what happened inside the echoed room was only left to the imagination of those who was unfortunately lingering around the house.

A/N : ok, this chapter sucked. It's short and aimless but something has to happen in the morning.... right...??? ... (-.-)" I promise something more happening will occur in the next chapter! Remember to R&R!!!