A/N:

Oh Spring Break...

SO I know this is short, and since my excuse can no longer be enormous amounts of school work, I'll have to use the sick card. Which, by the way, is actually true. And I can rant on and on about beign sick during spring break, but that's just not too interesting.

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Why does everyone hate Yamcha D: Aw, poor guy. eh, but whatever. This isn't a Yamcha x Bulma fic...ugh.

Disclaimer: I do not own DB, DBZ, or even DBGT D:

edit: THIS WAS ON TIME. I SWEAR. fanfic decided to give me an error message for trying to update. and eventually my nyquil kicked in and I just couldn't stay up any longer...

Special thanks to YukiraKing for telling me the trick to updating this! Hopefully fanfic fixes everything soon!

Blast Off!

"Gohan, when you enter immediately bow. And don't look him straight in the eye. . Don't speak without being spoken to, and don't mention anything about Earth or your family, okay?" Raditz was bent down, looking at his nephew with some sick look of concern.

Vegeta watched as the little boy nodded in confirmation. "Yes Daddy Raditz. But what if he asks me any questions?""

"I will speak for you," Vegeta offered, looking at the Saiyan seal on the boy's chest with pride. "And make sure you lower your ki. I have no attention of showing Frieza how powerful you are."

These past months had been some of the most confusing experiences the Saiyan Prince had ever had. The half breed was toxic, turning one of his most loyal Saiyan warriors into a concerned parent. Raditz took extra care to make sure Gohan was comfortable, to make sure he always had food and water and anything else the little brat wanted. His constant babying made Vegeta have to pick up the training slack. Which is where the true confusion came.

Gohan was excelling, passed the level that he had ever anticipated. Hell, it was passed the level he was as a child. And no one was supposed to be stronger than a Saiyan Prince, especially the half breed spawn of some third class. Which brought even more of that blasted confusion. Because even though Vegeta knew he should have been furious at the prospect of Gohan surpassing him one day...he wasn't. That thought only brought about more excitement, more proof that eventually, Frieza would be dead at a Saiyan's feet.

"Uncle Vegeta?"

The full blooded Saiyan narrowed his eyes before turning, "Yes, brat?"

"...This man...he's the one who killed your family?"

Vegeta snorted. "He's no man, Gohan."

Nappa came running up to them in the hallway, completing their little band of Saiyans. Vegeta knocked twice on the door, all that was needed before the metal slid open to reveal Zarbon. "The monkeys have arrived." He sneered and then stepped to the side, allowing them all to come in.

Vegeta saw Gohan shiver as they entered the dark room. The little boy wrapped his tail around his waist, a defense tactic the prince was so grateful the boy had managed to pick up. Months ago, the toddler would have coward into a corner or wrap his chubby arms around Raditz's leg. But the little boy just gulped, not even flinching as Frieza placed a finger under his chin.

"Someone missed the reproduction protocol meeting." The cold lizard's eyes glanced up from Gohan to Raditz. "Why didn't you just kill the pathetic twerp? His power level is almost as weak as the Earthling little Vegeta had."

"Uncle Vegeta had an Earthling, Mr. Frieza?"

Vegeta had to fight a huge snarl. The little brat! Gohan was intentionally going against his prince's wishes, and for what? His own curiosity? He had heard about the stupid Earth woman before, and he actually had the balls to ask about her to Frieza? "Your son needs to be put on a muzzle, Raditz."

"What is he wearing on his chest, Vegeta?" Frieza broke out laughing, "Is that the seal of Vegeta-sei? How adorable. Don't tell me he's your heir! How absolutely precious! Haha!"

Nappa had to hold onto Vegeta's shoulder to prevent the prince from punching his overlord in the face. Vegeta shrugged the oaf off and looked back to Frieza, eyes filled with disdain. "What do you want?"

"I came from Planet #79 just to check on my favorite group of monkeys. That's all. I also may have another mission for you, Vegeta. Perhaps you can bring the baby monkey with..."

"Frieza, I actually wanted to talk to you about a possible mission."

He watched the alien's eyes narrow into thin slits. "Oh? Do tell, Vegeta."

"When Raditz was out retrieving the brat, he caught word of a strange device that may be a threat to the Cold Empire."

Frieza held no visible reaction, but thanks to Gohan's little trick, he sensed the alien's ki increase a bit. "What kind of device is this?"

"A Namekian contraption of some sort."

Frieza snorted. "Namekians are just a bunch of peace loving plants. They hold no threat to me."

"Of course not, my lord." Vegeta smirked, bowing his head slightly in false respect. "But it'd be foolish to not even put out some sort of reconnaissance."

"Hm, I suppose the baby monkey could squash some plants." Frieza bent down, becoming eye level with Gohan. His white fingers roughly scraped across the young boy's face. "You will be a nice addition to my little empire, boy. But step out of line..." His composed, dried face turned into a twisted grin. "...and Daddy here won't be able to give you any siblings."

Gohan coughed, speechless, his tiny eyes squinting in fear at the white and purple monster in front of him. Vegeta quickly stepped ahead of him. "Do we have your permission to go to Namek?"

"Yes." Frieza nodded. "But Vegeta, let me get a new uniform for the child. I can't have him wear that monstrosity around."

The Saiyan Prince grunted in reply.

"Oh, and Vegeta?" Frieza turned back around to the circular window at the end of the hall. "Your scouter has been acting up for a while. Get a new one before you go."

Vegeta nodded but had no intention of following the command. "As you wish."

The four Saiyans left the room immediately afterwards. Nappa headed off to the docking station to arrange the pods. It would take one mouth to get there, which would leave a week or two before the Earthlings arrived. Vegeta doubted the boy's father would be going there alone, and he was pretty certain the blue haired witch would be joining him.

Gohan was running behind him, tail swaying and mouth running so fast. "Was he a good friend of yours Vegeta? Is that why you don't talk about him?"

Vegeta stopped and turned around, facing Gohan and Raditz. "Do not, brat, refer to Frieza as my friend."

"No-not Frieza, Mr. Vegeta. The Earthling. Was he your friend?"

Raditz patted Gohan on the head, "We don't talk to Vegeta about that, Gohan."

"Why? Did he hurt your feelings, Mr. Vegeta?" Gohan tugged at the prince's armor. "I'm sure he didn't mean to."

"Brat..." His words hit like ice. "If you ask me one more time about the Earth girl, you will not be accompanying us to Namek, understand?"

"Relax, Vegeta." Raditz placed a hand on Vegeta's shoulder in a sad effort to comfort him. Vegeta's body tensed from the contact, but he allowed Raditz to continue speaking. "Can't exactly rip her to shreds when you see her, right?"

Why not? "Hmph." Vegeta folded his arms.

"See her?" Gohan blinked, "Why would she go to Namek, Uncle Raditz?"

"One more question, boy!" Vegeta held up one finger and continued to walk down the hallway.

Gohan shook his head, "But...but I was asking Uncle Raditz..."

"Shh, Gohan." Raditz held the toddler's hand. "Don't mind Vegeta, he's just being cranky."

Goku scratched his head, looking at the pile of bags in disbelief. "...Bulma...we're not staying on Namek too long."

The blue haired girl just grunted and took out a capsule. "I'm going to be stuck on a spaceship for a month. The last thing I want to do is run out of clothes." She picked up the capsule and turned back to her friend. "How's Chichi doing?"

Goku spun his head around, seeing his wife talk to Yamcha a few yards away from him. "Um, she's excited to get her son back. Can't say my head is fully healed yet though."

Bulma giggled as Goku scratched the bump on his head. Though Chichi's hit to the Saiyan's head was painful to watch, she didn't think it was anything compared to the verbal berating she endured. She couldn't exactly blame Mrs. Son for freaking out; Bulm had lied to her, about her son's safety no less. She could only be grateful that she hadn't been around Chichi these past few months. Poor Goku. But her thoughts quickly drifted away from Chichi's mental state to why the Hell Yamcha was holding a duffel bag. "...Goku, did you tell my boyfriend he could come?"

Goku nodded. "Yeah! Why did you tell him we wouldn't need his help?"

"Because we don't!" And the last thing I want is him meeting Vegeta. Bulma could feel her palms begin to sweat. Yamcha could not be coming with them. It would be disastrous and potentially incredibly dangerous for the human fighter. "Tien, Chaozu, and Krillin are coming. We don't need Yamcha."

"Tien and Chaozu aren't coming. They figured it'd be best if some fighters stay here...just in case the Saiyans aren't as trustworthy and decide to switch up the plan."

Bulma huffed, "The Saiyans wouldn't do that. They should be coming, not Yamcha."

The Saiyan raised an eyebrow at her reaction, "Bulma, what's wrong?"

"Huh?" She laughed nervously, "What do you mean?"

"It's almost like you don't want him to come." Goku took a step closer to her. "Is it because of Raditz?"

Raditz? What? She blinked and then snorted, realizing he must have been talking about her perfect boyfriend wish. By Raditz he meant Vegeta. No point on correcting him... "No...I...I just don't want him to get hurt." That was the truth, wasn't it?

"Bulma..." Yamcha's arm was suddenly slung around her shoulde. She flinched initially at the contact, but relaxed, just seeing it was her boyfriend after all. "We're fighters. No stupid Saiyans are any match for us...no offense Goku."

Bulma's face fell, her straight bangs falling across her face. "Just...you have to be really careful."

"Huh?" Yamcha shifted his duffel bag on his shoulder. "What do you mean?"

She shook her head, "Is Krillin inside?"

Yamcha nodded, "You had no objections to him coming."

"...Yamcha, I'll explain. I promise."

The fighter just nodded his head before waving goodbye to Chichi and entering Kami's old ship. Bulma then turned back to Goku who was hugging a Chichi near tears. Roshi, Oolong, and Puar were also waiting outside on the Capsule Corp. grounds, looking at the sad couple. "We'll get him back, Chichi." The Saiyan was holding her gently, hands gently brushing through her hair as she hid her face into his chest.

Bulma gulped at Goku's reassuring tone. They thought Raditz had been strong, but to Nappa and Vegeta, he was a joke. They had no idea what they were getting into. This is all my fault. She watched Yamcha's shadow move passed the door and half wondered if he'd come back alive. Vegeta...he's not a killer though...he's not. Bulma shook her head. She couldn't rely on that thought. She needed to tell Yamcha about that. But how can I?

"Bulma, you ready?"

Goku's hand on her shoulder jostled her awake. She fuddled with her capsule case and handed him a small capsule. "My dad made this for you, Goku."

"Oh? What is it?"

"It's a Gravity Room. My dad had been tinkering with it, and I had him make a prototype before we take off." Bulma watched Goku eye the capsule with curiosity.

"Why give it to me?"

"Is that a serious question? You're the strongest out of all of them, Goku. You're our greatest asset."

He didn't agree. He just still looked confused, "You think we'll need it?"

"You tell me." Bulma fiddled with the Dragon radar in her pocket. What are you after Vegeta? "Saiyans...they have an insane amount of potential. We'll need you, Goku. We always do." Bulma sighed and looked on to the ship. "Say goodbye to Chichi again. Tell her I called West Orange. They promised to save Gohan a spot when he gets to high school."

"She'll be happy to hear that."

"I'm sorry, Goku." Nothing had even happened yet, but Bulma wasn't stupid. It'd be nothing short of a miracle if their journey to Namek went off without a hitch.

Space had been more interesting when she was younger. The stars had seemed brighter, but now they seemed lost, swallowed by the deep darkness of their black backdrop. Kami's ship was crowded, especially with four people on board and the GR taking up so much space. As the only female on the trip, Bulma managed to secure her own room in the back, leaving Krillin and Goku to sleep on the floor.

The weeks were going faster than she would have liked. She tried to occupy her time working on Goku's new GR, and Yamcha insisted on teaching her some fighting techniques in case she found herself alone with any of the Saiyans or if the Namekians were more like Piccolo and less like Kami. But none of it really sunk in. Despite being surrounded by fighters, Bulma had no knack for martial arts herself.

"Hey!"

She turned from her sitting position on the bed to face Yamcha. His skin was plastered with sweat, but he lazily sat on their makeshift bed anyway. The desert bandit rolled on his side and faced Bulma, but she steered her attention away.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"Nothing."

He was soon sitting up next to her, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. His body odor made her nose wiggle in slight disgust, but she ignored it. She liked being held. Her mind was swimming with unwanted thoughts. Of the Saiyans. Of Frieza. Of Vegeta. There was so much darkness in the universe that she was now introducing them to. The least she

"Is it about your wish?"

Yamcha's words shocked her and caused her to turn around. She hadn't mentioned anything like that to Yamcha. All that she said was that she used her fabulous persuasive skills to convince Raditz not to destroy the Earth and to give back Gohan within a year. "Did Goku tell you that?"

"You never liked to talk about that." He slid closer, face becoming coldly serious. "Did they hurt you, Bulma?"

"No!" She stood up. Anger was suddenly flooding through her. "How could you say that?"

"Well, what am I supposed to think? That you actually did find the perfect person for you?" Yamcha remained seated in an attempt to calm her.

"No, nothing like that!"

"Then what happened, Bulma? Talk to me."

But she didn't want to. Anything slightly related to Vegeta she refused to talk about with Yamcha. But I need to tell him. She had to. Their relationship spanned for over a decade, and there was no reason to keep her 'relationship' with Vegeta a secret. Vegeta meant nothing. Their time together had been a desperate ploy for her survival, nothing more. She sat back down and grabbed Yamcha's hand. "I did meet someone."

He said nothing, not wanting to interrupt. She knew Yamcha had always been slightly curious about her wish, especially since her 'perfect boyfriend' hadn't been him.

Bulma sighed. "I met the Saiyans."

"You mean...like, the guy who killed Piccolo and stole Goku's kid?"

"No, no. I only met him briefly."

Yamcha shook his head, "Goku said there would be three of them. Is one of them your..."

"Yes...well, no! No!" She grabbed him by the shoulders. "I love you, Yamcha. Not some stupid Saiyan Prince I met when I was a teenag..."

"Saiyan Prince, Bulma? What the Hell is that?"

"Nothing! It was nothing. Just...survival tactics. But Yamcha..."

"You fell in love with an alien prince? That's crazy. Something out of a science fiction novel."

"Hey! It's not like Saiyans are like some green, purple monsters." She paused, letting his words fully sink in. "And I don't love him! Don't be ridiculous." She snorted for additional effect, but for some reason, it sounded incredibly fake.

"I know." Yamcha fell back down, his long black hair running across the crappy mattress. "...But what happened? Did he..."

"Nothing happened, Yamcha." She kissed him on the cheek. "Nothing at all. But..." She bit her lip, "Just don't talk about...us, okay?"

He raised an eyebrow, "You want me to pretend that we're not dating?" His voice became rough, uncharacteristically annoyed. "To some psychopathic freak? Why? Why should I?"

Bulma ran her hands through his dark hair. She was liking this jealous Yamcha, but there was still a more serious issue to address. "If he finds out about us Yamcha...I'm afraid he'll come after you."

"And do what?"

She rested her head on his shoulders, mentally cursing Goku for allowing Yamcha to come. "He'll kill you."

He was grateful Gohan was shoved into some other pod. The hibernation unit made the month to Namek fly by in an instant. Vegeta was soon awakening to a field of blue grass and green skies. The gravity here was weak, which only led him to believe the Namekians were weak themselves. He crossed his arms and hovered lightly over the seemingly peaceful landscape. Perfect.

Nappa confirmed his thoughts, "Highest power level is barely any threat." The larger Saiyan grunted before turning off his scouter. "It looks like they live in scattered villages, and there's not too many left. It should be easy to find whatever the Hell we're looking for."

"We'll wait for the Earthlings." Vegeta gave Nappa a hard look and then turned his attention to Gohan, "Boy, do you know what kind of ship they would take to get here?"

The toddler shook his head, "No...Mom always wanted Dad to get some sort of license, but I think that was more for a car. Nothing that could get anyone to space."

"Vegeta, are you even sure they'll get here?" Raditz questioned before turning off his scouter completely.

His memories were muddled. Bulma had told him she had been adventuring out into space in a spaceship produced by her father, but Raditz's new information that she came and left by dragon ball completely got rid of that theory. But why would she agree to the plan if she couldn't get here? Vegeta knew she wasn't stupid. Bulma would figure out a way to get here. "Find a hideout. The Namekians are not to know we're here. Encapsulate the pods."

Nappa raised an eyebrow, "Do what to the what now?"

The Saiyan Prince groaned and then moved towards his pod, where the small hidden case lay hidden underneath his seat. He hadn't touched the metal casing in many years, and pulling it out now opened a flood gate of unwelcomed memories. "Never mind. I'll do it. Bunch of idiots." Vegeta hid the pods and tucked them into his pocket. "Nappa, reconnaissance the area. Do not let the Namekians detect you or you'll be stuck on this shithole forever."

The bald Saiyan nodded.

"Raditz, go find shelter. We arrived a bit early and will need a secure area to wait it out."

"What about me, Uncle Vegeta, sir?" Gohan walked up, still in Vegeta's childhood armor. Fuck Frieza's wishes. If Gohan were to wear any armor, it should fucking have the Vegeta-sei seal on it. Although once a pathetic half-breed twerp, Gohan's Saiyan blood did shine through. He was incredibly powerful, especially for a five year old. And although Vegeta could not understand the appeal to familial connections, his unflinching loyalty to his father and mother did produce great power.

"You're going to tell me about your father, Gohan."

Gohan shook his head, "You promised you wouldn't hurt him!"

"You're right." Vegeta crossed his arms and landed on the ground, pacing carefully across the grass. "I just want him to join me."

Raditz had found a suitable shelter that lasted them the week. Gohan was sent out to find food and water for the rest of them, and usually he came back with more than enough fish to satisfy even three and half Saiyan appetites. But one day he came back with nothing. Vegeta, after being initially pissed off beyond belief, was confused as to why he came back at all.

"They're here!" Gohan shouted at his uncle rampantly. "They're here! I saw them! My dad's here!"

This was his chance, his opportunity to surpass Frieza. Just a quick trade and he would get his wish and his freedom. Vegeta went out of the small cave just in time to see the dust settle from the large spacecraft some yards away. Bulma.

A/N:

I know this chapter is a little rushed and all, but I'm sickly for goodness sakes! haha, no really, I'm just excited for them to meet, as I'm sure all of you are. And get ready for it! You guys waited for a while, and I promise to make it well worth the wait :D

oh and let's all pray for Japan, please? :)

Byebye!