AN: I am bored, so here is another chapter. I had written about a thousand words on this (the chapter was originally going to be about 3,000 words), and tried to save it, when the Internet crashed. God damn it. You are lucky that I feel bored, and that I am happy to write it again. Hope it's not crappy. Might be shorter now. I'll edit it if I want to. I can't remember what I was going to write, so this here chapter will be a filler. Short, even. Talking about 200 hundred words short.

Bulma ran away. She ran as far away from capsule corp. as she could, wanting to get away from the place. The very place that held the man that she loved. The hurt was just too much. She wanted to be alone.

The man that she had fallen in love with didn't even remember her. That was her goal: to run until she remembered no more. Vegeta was life to her. She hadn't known what love was until he came into her life.

Tears flooded her eyes, obscuring her view of anything. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew her goal. She ran until her legs were numb. Her breath came out in short bursts. Her feet were numb from all the times they hit the ground. Hell, even her arms felt numb. Everything felt numb except for the one thing she wanted to the most.

Her mind defied her being. It was racing with all the things that she didn't want to remember. The run had cleared her mind of everything else, not one other thought but the ones that centered around Vegeta.

The way that it felt when he touched her. She would shiver in anticipation. The way that he would kiss her lips. It brought her to a high. The way they fit together. Like they were meant to be together, as one.

A sob broke out, echoing through the streets. It was an odd thought. That was because the streets were filled with people strolling about. It was anything but isolated. Her mind was just that cruel.

She felt that alone. So desperate inside, so alone. It scared the shit out of her.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" asked a stranger, giving her a concerned look.

She looked past the man, feeling the need to run again. So that's what she did. Her long legs carried her away from the 'happy' streets, until she found herself in the 'sad' streets. They were the streets that everybody considered the 'ghettos'.

It was the places were the bad things happened. It didn't deter her. She didn't even register her surroundings. That was how she ran into something hard. Not a something, but a person. A big, bulky person.

Arms wrapped around her. "Hey, sweet thing! What brings you here?"

Bulma heard laughter coming from all around her, telling her that more than one was in here presence. A whistle sounded. She struggled, her fears overtaking her. "Let go of me!" she shouted, unable to shake herself of the mans grasp.

"I think I wont. I am gonna have fun with you, and then my buds will have fun with you. How does that grab you?"

"It doesn't grab me at all. Now, unhand her, or I'll make you." A different voice sounded.

Bulma felt as though the voice sounded familiar, but she could not think above her thundering heart.

Laughter soon followed, the men thinking that he hadn't meant it.

The one holding her spoke up. "You wanna join?"

"No thank you. Now, do as I say!"

"Like you can do anything about it. It's us against you. Who do you think the odds are in favor to?" a squeaky voice piped up, laughter following.

Before the men could finish, Bulma was free. She looked around frantically, all the bodies now on the ground. A dazed expression was the look everyone wore. "I did everything." The voice smarted, a pair of strong arms snaking around her. "You alright, Bulma?"

The blue-haired woman finally realized who it was. "Yamcha!" she exclaimed.

"What are you doing out here?" he was concerned. This wasn't like the Bulma Brief that he knew.

"I could ask you the same question. That would be rude, seeing that you saved me." Her happy face turned into one of complete defeat.

"Let's get you home. We'll talk about it on the way back."

At the mention of home, her struggling resumed. "NO!" she it him, stopping him. "Anywhere but there." She whispered.

He didn't dare ask her. He encountered this Bulma before. He was sad to say that he was the one who caused it most of the time. "Alright, I'll take you to my place."

She stopped, her head dropping onto his broad shoulder. "Thank you." That reply was barely heard as he flew to his house.

AN: there. More than I was going to give, and less than you want. This chapter leads right into the one I was going to write, but failed miserably. Hopefully by next chapter, I will have it all as I had it before. I hope you enjoyed. Thanks for the read.