Yamcha climbed back onto his wheelchair as he was thrown off from the impact of the ship earlier. He settled himself properly and slowly pushes himself nearer to a very distraught Bulma. He cannot believe his ears and eyes as Bulma cries for Vegeta, looking longingly into the skies at the trail of smoke that connects to the ship which was now somewhere in space. He stops a few metres short away from her as he glares into her back.

"Well, I hope you got what you wanted, Bulma."

Bulma had her eyes closed, but when she heard the voice of Yamcha, her eyes snapped open and she slowly turned her head murderously around. She stood up and with a death glare she scowls hard at her ex boyfriend.

She stomped towards Yamcha and without a warning she pulled her hand back and strikes him hard in the face.

"Do you have any idea of what you have done?!!!" she shrieked into his startled and shocked face as he cradles his sore cheek.

"What were you thinking coming here and having the galls to do a thing like that when he was about to leave???! What the fuck is wrong with you??!!!!"

"You heard what he said, Bulma! He couldn't care less about you and you're still defending him??!!" Yamcha yelled back, not understanding why Bulma was siding on the cold heartless warrior instead of him, her fellow human.

"And what, defend you instead?! Are you crazy or was Vegeta right after all about him hitting you too hard in your crotch till you can't remember anything??!!"

"Alright! I raped you!! It was a terrible thing I did and I am sorry but I wasn't conscious and out of all people here you should know better why!!"

Everyone continued to stare at the two as they fought, shocked with the truth being exchanged in front of them. Dr. Briefs consoled Mrs. Briefs as she cried and is still crying when she knew that her daughter has been raped by her very own boyfriend. She had treated the dear boy like her own son and he did this to her. She wouldn't blame Bulma for having feelings for Vegeta. He is indeed a better man than Yamcha. Many times better.

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Yamcha!!"

"Oh, and you drugging me and causing m-my penis to be amputated wasn't something to be sorry about, huh?!"

Bulma was speechless to that as she couldn't sum up a better explanation for it. She knew that drugging him and that Vegeta had hurt him that way was wrong but getting Vegeta was all she wanted. And she got him, only to realise that she had fallen deeply in love with him and finally, losing him this way. In other words, she should have expected the turnout to be this way but Vegeta...

She lowered her head as she thought about his last words to her. There was something in his eyes when he looked at her as those words slipped out from his tongue. He was beyond angry – and she wouldn't blame him. He must've thought that everything was a lie from the beginning, just a way to get into his pants, to make good use of him in bed to satisfy her needs. In fact, she felt really thankful that Vegeta had restrained himself from blasting her or anyone for that matter.

"You're right, I'm sorry," she whispered as she turned on her heel and head towards the house.

Yamcha sputtered and stammered as he look at her retreating form, unable to believe that she had just admitted she was the cause of everything that has happened, "W-what the-"

"You know something, Yamcha?" she asked as she stopped walking and turned back towards the crowd.

"I am sorry,"

Everyone turn their heads toward Bulma, confused with her sudden change of attitude of concede to one of determination.

"I am so sorry that I had drugged you and I am so sorry that Vegeta did the only thing he could do at the moment to make you stop and think about the – what you said? – terrible thing that you did to me and I am sorry that I fell out of love with you and fell in love with him,"

"Bul-" she cut him off by pointing a finger at his way.

"I am sorry, that you had to lose your dignity this way and I... am so sorry for you." She stated, shaking her head as she frown at him.

"Now you're out of-"

"No, no, no! No talking from you because I won't hear it,"

Yamcha had no choice but to shut his trap now as the bitchier side of Bulma emerge and he knew, in fact everyone knew that nobody can stop her from what she is about to say or do.

"You want to know the real truth, Yamcha?" she asked as she drops her hand to her side.

He turned his head away in anger and stare at the ground. Seconds later, he slowly nodded his head as a way to show everyone that he was ready to know the real truth.

"The drug... which I used... was not only to make you feel hot inside and do and say the things which you thought you would never do and never say. Because it is a drug that works like a truth serum,"

"Wha- No, that's not true, Bulma!! I didn't know, I wasn't conscious, I-"

"It's true, Yamcha. It is in powder form, odourless and tasteless you wouldn't know what hit you, one sip and you are a goner,"

Yamcha's mouth was agape as he stares at Bulma dumbfounded, trying to register her words carefully and think back the situation.

"She's right, my boy," Dr. Briefs added. The confirmation only made Yamcha feels even worse than before as he turned to look at the scientist.

"It is a drug from Capsule Corp for the authorities to be used against criminals that wouldn't admit to their crimes. So Bulma and I invented it, we call it 'Honesty' and like she said, it's odourless and tasteless and it works like a truth serum. It's wonderful isn't it? - So powerful and it haven't even been tested--"

Mrs. Briefs elbowed her husband softly in the ribs as he was about to jabber on and on about his product, but this wasn't the time to be proud in such situations.

"So I am really sorry for you, Yamcha," she stated as she shook her head and tears began to roll down her cheeks once again.

"Bulma, I-"

She held her hand up to cut Yamcha off and took in a deep breath. She closes her eye and turned to walk away but not before giving him her last words.

"I don't ever want to see you again, Yamcha," and she walked into the house without a second glance backwards.

----

Two weeks has passed and once again, all Bulma did was mope around the house like a half living, half dead zombie which knows no life or death. Vegeta was the only thing that ran on her mind through in and through-out till she was having headaches at almost every hour of the day.

"God, this feels like de-ja-vu all over again, only worse!" whined the blue headed damsel in emotional distress.

She hasn't felt like this even when she and Yamcha broke up for the very first time or even when he died, in fact, she now feels like she is the one who had died.

When Yamcha left the grounds after she told him that she didn't want to see him again, Goku only bid her a sad goodbye but of course, she didn't want to say anything more but what had her confused was the small smile that Goku gave her right before he transported himself and Yamcha away, along with his whispered words that said, "You won't be alone, Bulma, trust me."

"Right, Goku..." she said to herself while letting out a deep sigh. Lying down on the couch with nothing but a bag of potato chips in her hand in front of the TV was a disgusting habit. She knows that very well, but would she blame herself? No, she won't make herself feel guilty for this. In fact, she dwells on it, making her lazing feels even right.

"Bulma, dear? I'm going shopping now and I would like you to tag along with me, if that's alright with you," her mother barged into the room with her bubbly face and chirping voice as she waited expectantly for her daughter's response but all Bulma did was look back at her as if she just sprouted another head.

"Mom, I'm heartbroken here! Why can't anybody understand what I'm going through?!"

"Oh, my poor baby. That is why you have to get out, get some fresh air, and meet some new hunks, perhaps," replied Mrs. Briefs with an even happier smile on her face as she turn to walk back to the kitchen.

Slamming her packet of chips on the coffee table, Bulma seethed for a moment, thinking of a way to back out from her mother's shopping spree offer, but can't think of one. She groaned and finally pushes herself up, chasing after her mother.

"Okay, mom. Where to?" she frowned and crossed her arms as she look exasperatedly at her mother.

"The mall, silly! We will have a great girl's day out, I promise!"

----

The shopping adventure lasted for the entire day, Bulma and her mother was exhausted but Mrs. Briefs only smiled as she thought it was well worth the time and money if it means bringing her daughter out of the heartbroken stupor.

Bulma dropped all her shopping bags in her room and proceeded for a bath but not before looking at herself in the vanity's mirror and gave herself a forceful smile, telling herself that she is happy but her smile turned into a frown as her eyes turned to the bed. She let out a sigh and turns towards the bathroom.

As she emerges from the steamy shower she just had, Bulma dried her hair and plop herself on the mattress. She stares expressionless into the ceiling, like she had every other night, she couldn't help but to feel nauseous. She knew she had been feeling this way since last week but thought nothing of it - until now.

She quickly got up, cradled her stomach and ran to bathroom. She instantly dropped on her knees in front of the toilet bowl and gagged. Hot tears burn her eyes as nothing came out, but her stomach was upsetting her really bad, she couldn't even breath properly. She inwardly calls for Vegeta but she had half the mind to call for her mother's help but thought better of it as it might be the potato chips she had been devouring constantly for the past two weeks.

"Boy, I feel like shit," she groaned as she shook her head, dropping herself on the bathroom tiles and cradles her stomach.

Several minutes later, the pain subsided and her throat hurt lesser. She got up and went to the sink to splash some ice cold water on her face and dry off her tears with a towel. She turned back towards the bedroom and again, plop herself on the mattress but this time she lay sideways and clutch onto her slushy pillow, preparing to go to sleep with an empty mind as she force herself to push the thoughts of Vegeta out of her mind.

With Vegeta out of her mind's way, she let out a silent yawn and finally seeps into a soundless peaceful slumber for the first time in two weeks.