Very important! In chapter seven I mentioned that Bulma had been Vegeta's cell mate for a month. I'm realizing now that it's a little skeptical to say they got so close in just a month, so I'm adjusting it to two months. I already changed the mistake in chapter seven. It seems a little more reasonable...right? Plus in chapter two, Vegeta said his birthday was in a few months and I had Bulma say 'Happy Birthday' last chapter so yeah. My bad...I'm terribad at continuation. DX

BTW I changed my name from xXxMudvayneGirlxXx to...well this. XD

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Warning! This chapter has some serious and dark themes. You have been warned.

ON TO THE CHAPTER!

Disclaimer- I don't own DragonBall, DragonBall Z, DragonBall GT or anything else DragonBall related, Akira Toriyama does. I wish I could say that I did but I don't. *cries* I only own this story and my OCs Ki'ilina and Hertue.

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"Woman, how do you-"

Bulma put a finger to Vegeta's lips and laughed. "Did you forget? You told me the first week we met."

Vegeta's mind traced back to that time period. The first time he met the blue haired vixen. "Hn. How did you manage to keep track of the days?"

"My watch, Vegeta." She flashed it in front of his face. "Oh my Shenron, you don't pay attention to the little things." She playfully poked at his chest.

He smirked, "Well, it's kind of hard to concentrate with you around."

Bulma held a hand to her heart dramatically, "Who? Me? Why, I never!" She grinned foxily.

Vegeta leaned forward to capture her lips once again. Bulma re-wrapped her arms around his neck as Vegeta deepened the kiss, sitting her on his lap. His tail snaked around her waist, holding her tight. She squeaked out a moan, pushing her body up against his. Bulma moved her hands to his hair, tangling them in his ebony locks.

"What are you doing to me, woman?" Vegeta muttered in between kisses.

"I could ask you the same thing."

Their lips broke apart as they both gasped for air. Vegeta leaned up against the wall with his eyes closed. Bulma nuzzled into his chest, sighing contently. Vegeta's eyes reopened.

"I don't cuddle, woman."

Bulma pouted and slowly removed herself from Vegeta. She settled against the wall beside him. "As long as I keep getting kisses like that, I'm perfectly fine without cuddling."

"That I can do." He gave her a coy grin.

Bulma laughed lightly, "So...July Fourth, huh?"

"Yes. That is my day of birth. July Fourth in the Age 732."

"Back home, July Fourth was a holiday we celebrated. Everyone would throw parties and have a barbeque." Bulma noticed Vegeta's confused face. "A barbeque is where we cook lots of meat on a lit grill. With barbeques, there's usually a ton of drinking. Dancing and talking with friends...it was one of the best holidays!"

"Sounds like a Saiyan celebration, only less civilized in certain aspects."

Bulma smirked, "How so?"

"Well for one, there's not a ton of drinking...everyone drinks. Even the children. Permitting their parents allow them do to so."

"Children? What like five year olds?" Bulma gasped in shock.

"I'm not the only one with bad memory. You always forget Saiyans have a different lifestyle and that we mature earlier than that of you humans." Vegeta put his hands underneath his head, cradling it against the wall. "My father allowed me to have my first drink when I was four."

"Was that around the time-"

Vegeta cut her off, "Yes. I snuck into my father's room the night Shrooma came to talk to me. I was in the process of raiding his liquor cabinet when he found me. He wasn't mad, but he knew it was for the better that he allow it. My father led me outside onto his balcony and we had a talk. Apparently Shrooma had done more than just speak to my father. He confessed to me that he would never mate again."

"Again? I thought you weren't allowed to since-"

He cut her off once more, "The rules for royalty are different. The king may mate with whomever he wants however many times he wants, whether or not he has a queen."

Bulma scoffed, "Seems like royalty gets special treatment."

Vegeta growled threateningly and turned to face the bluenette with a harsh gaze, "My mother did not. Need I remind you of that over and over? Need I be reminded of that fact over and over? Every day I think of how she could still be alive if it were not for me! Sometimes I wish I could have died instead of her! That would be a better punishment than having to know she's dead because of me! At least my parents could have produced another son! I could be replaced! But since my father told me he did not wish to mate with another woman, I do not have a brother and I do not have a sister. I'm alone and so is my father. It's my fault. Hell for all I know, if I had died and not my mother, my race could still be alive and thriving!"

Bulma's lip trembled as she quietly asked, "Do you want to die?"

Vegeta was silent for a few moments. Bulma stared into his fierce eyes as he stared right back. Though he was looking at her, she knew he was concentrated on her question. She could see the wheels turning in his mind, searching for the proper way to formulate his answer.

"Sometimes." Vegeta sighed, "Sometimes I feel like dying for my mother would have been a better life than spending it here in this shit hole."

Bulma's heart dropped and it felt like it nearly stopped beating. She felt a silent tear slide down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away, so Vegeta wouldn't see her cry. Bulma wanted to give him a huge hug to try and alleviate some of his torturous life. Vegeta didn't just want to pass away of old age.

He wanted to die.

Knowing Vegeta desired his own death it brung up memories Bulma wished she had forgotten. Bulma herself had contemplated suicide a few times when she was younger. When she was thirteen, her hormones were raging and the stress from school work had nearly driven her to the edge. Being the strong-willed woman she was, Bulma talked herself out of it, repeating a mantra.

You are stronger than this.

A few years down the road, when she found out her ex-boyfriend had cheated on her; Bulma had fallen into a world of depression and despair. She always asked herself, why did he cheat on me? What did I do wrong? The harshest question she threw at herself was, Am I not attractive enough to him anymore? The question tugged at her heart-strings. She felt like her heart was literally breaking into a million pieces.

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"Bulma dear, is everything alright? You've been cooped up in your bathroom for a while now!" Bunny's voice came from the other side of Bulma's attached bathroom to her bedroom.

Bulma's aqua eyes moved to look at the door, "Yes, mom, I'm fine!"

"Okay well let me know if you need anything, sweetheart!"

Bulma heard her mother's footsteps retreat from the bathroom door and close the door to her room. Her eyes glanced forward again to gaze at the revolver clutched in her hands. Her hands were furiously shaking and she couldn't make them stop. Bulma fumbled with the revolver's cylindrical bullet container, opening it carefully. She silently looked at the bullets in the chambers, waiting to be fired. There were six, but she wouldn't need the other five.

She couldn't take it anymore. The lies and deceit, the betrayal and heart break. It was tearing her up inside and driving her mad. Bulma knew she was beautiful and she didn't need to prove it. So why would her boyfriend go behind her back and sneak around with some slut? Men cheated on their significant others either when they weren't getting the satisfaction they wanted, they weren't attracted to her anymore, or seduced into it. In Bulma's case she figured it was all three, but the one that stood out was that he had lost his affection toward her. To Bulma, that meant she wasn't beautiful. Bulma believed she was the most beautiful in the world. A blow like that to her ego shattered her strength.

In her current crazed state, the only reasonable option was to end her life. End her life so no one would see her ugliness. All she had to do was pull the trigger and end it.

End it.

Pull the trigger.

Just pull the trigger and it's all over.

One simple gesture.

Pull the trigger.

End it.

Bulma's hand closed the cylinder, hiding the bullets from view, locking it back into place. Her hand shakily lifted the gun up and placed the barrel against her left temple. A few tears slipped out of her eyes as she clenched them tight. Her hand slowly put pressure on the trigger...

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Bulma felt her eyes form tears, but even still she wouldn't let Vegeta see her cry, even though he already had many times. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she really disliked to seem weak around him.

"I know how you feel..." She said quietly.

Vegeta's head turned to her, "What was that?"

"I said I know how you feel. I know what it's like to want to die...when I found out my boyfriend cheated on me, I wanted to kill myself. I almost did, too. I had a revolver loaded and ready to go. But I told myself I was stronger than him and I didn't need to go to those extremes. If he was unfaithful to me, he wasn't worth dying over."

"I did nearly kill myself. I tried to self-implode. It worked, but I didn't succeed in suicide. My father found me and subsequently placed me in a healing tank. I told myself I failed in avenging my mother in some sick and twisted plot of mine."

Bulma laid her hand across Vegeta's knee comfortingly. She half-expected him to slap her hand away like he usually did, but he seemed to ignore it. "I wish Frieza hadn't destroyed my planet...then maybe something could have been salvaged from all of this disaster..."

Vegeta gave her a skeptical glance, "What are you talking about...?"

"On Earth we had these things called the Dragon Balls...if you gathered all seven of them together and summoned him, the dragon, Shenron would appear and grant you one wish."

"With limitations of course, am I correct?"

Bulma nodded, "Yeah. Shenron can't kill anyone, he can't deal in the world of romance, he can't grant the same wish twice, but he can bring people back to life!"

"Back to life?" Vegeta's voice had a hint of intrigue. "You mean my race could be revived?"

Bulma half smiled, "Mmhmm." Her smile fell quickly as she remembered an important fact, "I almost forgot though...the people who are trying to be revived must have died less than a year ago..."

Vegeta rolled his eyes. Damnit, he should have known. "Why the hell would you give me false hope, woman?"

"Oh, sorry!" Bulma crossed her arms, "I told you I almost forgot! It's not like it matters anyway...the Earth is destroyed and we can't bring it back."

Vegeta said nothing to her previous statement, leaning back against the wall once more. He stared up at the ceiling without a word.

Bulma sighed sadly, "They're all gone...Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, Puar, my parents...I miss them all...god, I even miss that pervert Master Roshi. I'll never see them again...I'll never see Chi Chi again. She was my best friend...we fought all the time with our hot tempers, but all the same she was my best friend. I could tell her anything."

"I never had a best friend. Nor a friend. Saiyans consider each other comrades. He was four years younger than me and annoying as hell. I heard he was dropped on his head when he was a baby and that was why he didn't act like a true Saiyan. He was always happy and friendly to everyone. Kakarot was my sparring partner and my closest comrade."

"He sounds nice."

Vegeta smirked, "If you think an irritating moron is nice."

Bulma let out a laugh, "Sure, why not."

The two sat in silence again. The room was quiet. Bulma was surprised that Vegeta had not immediately begun training. He was always training. Hell, he was training when he came back from the healing tank. Bulma tilted her head to the side, landing on a shoulder. She nearly jumped when she realized she had settled on Vegeta's shoulder, and not her own which was her intention. Her aqua eyes flitted back and forth, waiting for Vegeta's reaction. He never did. In fact, he was hardly paying attention.

"Vegeta?"

"What?"

"Oh. Nothing, I was just making sure you hadn't zoned out."

"No."

It became quiet once more.

"Vegeta?"

"What?"

"Tell me more about Saiyan celebrations." She asked.

"I already told you about drinking and dancing. In contrast to the drinking, dancing is very formal. It is very similar to how we were dancing."

"So it's slow dancing? Not fast?"

Vegeta cast his eyes down to hers, "Fast?"

Bulma flushed, "Oh god, Vegeta don't make me show you."

"I still have no idea what the hell you're referring to."

"Well…faster dancing is between a couple. The guy is behind the girl…their bodies are against one another…and they're…grinding on each other…"

Vegeta tried to imagine her description in his head. Once he had a clear vision, he wrinkled his nose in disgust. "That sounds repulsive and distasteful. Do you dance that way?"

Bulma's face grew even redder if it was possible. "Maybe…and no I won't do it with you!"

The Saiyan prince laughed, "I wasn't going to ask. Like I said, it sounds repulsive."

"To you. But again, we have different customs. Tell me more!"

"What else can you possibly need to know about me, woman?"

Bulma lifted her head from Vegeta's shoulder and tapped a finger on her chin, "Hmm…tell me about Vegeta-sei!"

"Like what?"

"Everything!"

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A few hours passed and Vegeta had informed Bulma all of his knowledge of his former home. He told her of the crimson planet in sector SSJ583. The planet's sky was a shade of vermilion. When the two sunburst suns set at dusk, the sky turned a shade of maroon and the suns faded into the skyline in an auburn blaze. The moon was a brilliant pearly white and unlike the Earth's moon, it was completely void of craters. He told her of the lush beaches with rust colored sand and the only color that completely stood out amongst everything else was the sapphire waves on the eastern half of the planet.

Vegeta even taught her about Vegeta-sei's climate and seasons. The planet had only two seasons, unlike Earth. Summer and winter. During summer, the temperature lows were in the eighties and the highs would range up to one hundred. It barely rained during the summer, and if it did, it would rain for a day straight. Vegeta-sei's winters weren't considered a winter to Bulma. The lowest temperature it would reach was on average fifty degrees. Unlike summer, during the winter it rained at least twice a week. The season's durations differed from Earth's greatly. Summer was ten months long and winter was a mere two months.

The palace itself was snow white, with royal blue and ruby red patches placed sporadically. It was situated upon a mountain plateau was split into sections. The palace was sectioned into three parts, the Royal family, the Elites, and the Lower class. Vegeta himself had a wing all his own, consisting of his bedroom with bathroom, training room, and balcony.

"-The Royal family's chef stayed on the same floor as us." Vegeta finished. "Anything else…?" He was beginning to get annoyed with all her questions.

Bulma smiled, "Nope. Not right now. Thanks for telling me that, Vegeta. But I'm sorry if I bugged you…it's just not every day that you can learn things about an alien."

Vegeta nodded and stood up from his spot on the wall. He moved to the center of the room. "Training?" Vegeta nodded once more.

Bulma watched him train, punching and kicking the air. She knew he had activated the Gravity Sim because she saw him struggle for a moment. Before Bulma couldn't sleep, she asked him if Frieza's henchmen had noticed the device or messed with it. He said he didn't see a change and gravely assured her that he would be dead if they had found the invention.

The aquamarine haired woman could sense Vegeta had upped the gravity higher than normal, which concerned her. "Vegeta…what setting do you have the gravity on?"

"40x." He grunted.

"Vegeta! Take it down! You can't handle that!"

"I'm fine. When Saiyans recover from a devastating beating we grow immensely stronger." He replied in between push-ups.

Bulma sighed and leaped into the bed. She stared at Vegeta for a few more moments before laying down for sleep.

40x? He was only at 15x just a week ago. That's incredible…if he keeps training at this level then surely he'll become strong enough to defeat Frieza in no time!

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Sorry it took so long to get this one out! Now I just want to say, I do not support suicide. If you ever feel lonely and depressed, please talk to someone! Get advice! Don't ever do anything rash or you might regret! That scene was also pretty hard for me to write, I was in a similar situation as Bulma. I never got a gun and put it to my head, but I felt useless and depressed. Break-ups suck. But the good part is there is another boy waiting to treat you better than the one before. One more thing about that scene, this was totally unintentional and coincidental, but where the flashback went 'End it. Pull the trigger', did anyone else think that series of lines looked like a gun? It was kind of interesting to me.

Another note, where Bulma was talking about the Dragon Balls, I was contemplating whether or not to include Kami and Mr. Popo, because surely that would bring up Vegeta somehow knowing about Namekians, thus the Namekian Dragon Balls and then the two of them planning a trip to Namek (if it still existed) after they escaped from the prison to use the Dragon Balls. Which would be a sequel to this story. I'm sure you can guess where the sequel would be heading. So yay? Nay? Your thoughts on this would be very greatly appreciated everyone! :)

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