"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Vegeta narrowly avoided Bulma's hug, having dipped down and sidestepped as she made for him. Now he was all too awake, and he was staring at what was in front of him in horror. Sure enough, the Bluehead really was standing before him, in the flesh, and she raised a knowing eyebrow as he yelled. But, of course that would be her reaction - the Woman would have been a fool to not have expected some type of recourse for her this! She'd intentionally disobeyed Vegeta's wishes, after everything they'd discussed, and she'd wormed her way onto the ship!

"WHAT IN THE HELL, WOMAN!" In his shock Vegeta was unable to keep his ki from flaring, and a wave of electricity burst around him. It didn't matter that Gohan was within earshot. He was so beside himself that he had no will to hold back, and it even felt good as he screamed. Now he wasn't just exhausted, filled with angst, and depressed; panic was setting in, too. As far as he was concerned, Bulma's presence on this ship made her a sitting target to numerous enemies. Looking more annoyed than scared, the Bluehead was knocked back on the bed from Vegeta's energy, but she quickly stood and put a hand to her hip, blinking innocently as the saiyan went off on an expletive filled rant. Demanding to know what she'd been thinking to be so reckless, the saiyan was shouting every curse word that would come to mind as he insulted the Bluehead and her lack of cognitive thought.

And he wasn't waiting for the Bluehead to respond, either. Vegeta was already whirling around and making his way back out the door from whence he just came, marching into the main cabin as he made a bee-line for the control panel of the ship.

"Hey!" Bulma jumped after him, realizing what he was going to do, and this was the first time she actually seemed concerned about his mood. "Vegeta!"

"Don't try me, Woman!" He snapped. He didn't even look at Gohan as he passed, the poor boy seeming to be rather confused as he scratched his head and watched the scene unfolding in front of him.

"Where are you going?!" She had just made it to the end of the hall and was watching as the saiyan sat down in the captain's chair. "Hey!"

"Take a seat right now, unless you'd like to get yourself killed as I turn this thing around." The saiyan spat. "I'm taking you back!"

"No!" She cried. By now the Bluehead had made it to the control panel, and she threw herself over it to prevent him from typing anything else in. Without speaking a word, Vegeta merely reacted by pushing her to the side. Bulma found it aggravating that he'd done it so easily. Frustrated, she threw herself over the control panel again, and once more he merely swept her away. Now she was verging towards absolute anger at having being dismissed, and she finally settled on grabbing the saiyan by the shoulder and giving him a tug. "Stop it!" She urged, disbelief that he was actually going to take the time to make a detour – just to send her back home.

"I told you to SIT DOWN!" Vegeta whirled and slapped Bulma's hand away. It was an act that sen t her over the edge, and now she was completely pissed off. Her eyebrows furrowed into deep wrinkles, and the saiyan couldn't tell if she was holding her wrist out of recoil or from shock. He was about to yell at her again, but just as his mouth opened she slapped him.

The sound echoed through the ship, and momentarily things finally went silent, as the saiyan put a hand to his assaulted cheek.

This wasn't the first time Bulma had done such a thing to him. In the early days of them knowing one another, she'd slapped him several times. And, just like all the occasions, the strike seemed to hurt her far worse than it did him. Now she was nursing her hand, and it was very obvious that the skin was throbbing from the contact, but she refused to show the pain on her face.

This act alone was what finally got the saiyan to calm down - if only slightly. He was still furious at how idiotic Bulma was to have done something so dangerous. But he had stopped yelling and was listening now, rather than simply acting out, and she took the opportunity to speak. "I'm not going back, Vegeta."

"Oh, but of course you are." He was smirking, but his eyes looked as if a caged animal was ready to launch at its prey. "Do you realize how much danger you've already put yourself in, just by leaving the barriers of your planet? You're a target now, Woman. An idiotic, suicidal target."

"Target?" She was glaring back, and she dropped her hand. "I've told you this before. I'm a target at home, too, and I don't care. I'm staying."

"And what makes you so sure? I'll turn the ship around right now, and there's nothing you can do about it." His pupils were nearly red as he spoke, such deep fury that he'd never looked at her with before. That, combined with the smirk on his face, left him appearing as if he was about to slaughter an unsuspecting creature. It would have petrified Bulma with fear if he'd been looking at her like this just after she'd met him, but by now the Bluehead was comfortable enough in his presence that it hardly phased her at all. "You can't use physical force to get your way..." Vegeta continued, a husky laugh leaving his exhausted lips. "There's nothing you can do to stop me. Don't even try."

"Why do you insist that I go back so much?!" Exhausted, herself, Bulma could feel tears welling in her eyes again. Finally, once again, she was breaking down. "I keep telling you I don't care. I keep telling you that I'm screwed even if I stay there! Why do you keep talking as if that place would actually keep me safe?"

"Because you don't know what you're agreeing to..." His face shifted at hearing the tone in her voice, and for a split moment in time his expression actually went soft. He quickly regained his composure, though, but not soon enough that Bulma hadn't seen it. "... You just don't know what could happen out here...so I don't consider it consent that you stay."

"But I do know, Vegeta..." She couldn't help it, but seeing his change of expression just then left her feeling more than weak. He was trying to be stern, and perhaps his anger was somewhat justified with how sneaky she'd been, but something inside was shining through his rage. In that moment Bulma only wanted him to keep looking at her the way he'd done just then. Feeling desperate, she thoughtlessly climbed to his lap and straddled him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she sank into his body. He didn't hug her back, and she sighed. "You've already told me enough about Frieza - don't you get it? I'm aware what he's capable of, but I don't care... I just want to stay with you and Gohan... Why can't you just accept that?"

There was no reply, and Vegeta still wasn't returning the embrace. He had gone completely stiff instead, and she sighed again. How she hated feeling so desperate and needy when it came to him... All of her earlier insecurities were surfacing all over again. How could he listen to what she was saying and not even budge? Her couldn't hug her, at least? She was begging him, and he didn't care?

"Maybe I should have listened to you." She muttered, pushing away so she could look at his face. "I just... I woke up, and you were gone, and I was crying… But then I was so relieved when I ran upstairs and the ship was still there... and I saw you and Gohan arguing, and you both went inside the house, so I knew the ship was still empty, and I had my chance, and I -"

Her words cut short when she felt fingers running down her neck. It was a jolt of pain, her skin throbbing from Vegeta's touch. The bruising that was left over from their most recent tiem in bed was something that she hadn't yet seen in a mirror, but the soreness was certainly apparent. It ached, but she'd been ignoring it so far. But when his fingers brushed across the sensitive skin she couldn't help but squeak, grimacing as a quiver ran down her spine.

His eyes were focused on her bruise, and she could see her reflection in his pupils. For a second Bulma saw that soft look on his face again, the anger fading as he seemed to get lost in what it was that he was doing. She wondered what he was thinking, as he continued stroking her hickey, but then he quickly hardened down again and resumed his scowl. Knowing that he was about to go back to the same point he was so stubborn about, the Bluehead stood from his lap. She walked to a nearby shelf, grabbing something that was stowed on the shelf beside the controls.

"What if something happens to the ship during the trip, and you guys end up getting stranded because I won't be around to repair it?"

Clearly her question caught him off guard. The saiyan had already changed his mind, but she didn't yet know this. Never one to back down from a challenge, though, he would go along with what she asked. "Then we will make an emergency landing... And I'll recruit a civilian to resolve the issue..." His voice was narrow, as if this was something that even he didn't believe.

"Okay... And what about the dragon radar? It's already crapped out on you once before."

"Namek is warm in climate. The radar won't freeze again. And even you said that you installed some type of thermal coating to prevent a reoccurrence." Now, this he was more confident about. The saiyan wrapped his arms over his chest and shot a smug look at Bulma, as if to say 'There. Try arguing with THAT.'

"Yeah? Well that still doesn't mean it's invincible." She announced. "And it's the only one of its kind – so only I know how to fix it."

Then, as Vegeta watched, the Bluehead lifted the radar into view from behind her back. He raised an eyebrow - he had a suspicion on where this was going. He was still so upset, but he couldn't deny that it was a relief to be in the same proximity as the Bluehead after believing such a thing might never happen again. Now, waiting to see if she was about to do what he thought she was, the saiyan was both amused and intrigued. He didn't bother to object and tell her about his new decision as the Bluehead raised her arm in the air and threw the radar down with all her might.

He was grinning as he watched the device fly to the floor. It was anti climatic, just as he'd predicted, when the radar only hit the ground with a thud. There was no consequential explosion into a pile of tangled wires, the way he knew Bulma had been hoping for it to. His grin had broken into a complete smile as he looked from the unscathed radar to the Bluehead. She was glaring at the device, her face a bright shade of red, looking as if she wanted to scream at it for betraying her with its invinsibility.

"You're signing your own death warrant by coming out here." He said, as if he hadn't already told her this several times.

"You know the Androids are a thing, right?" She spat, looking up to meet Vegeta's gaze. "That warrant was already signed, months ago."

"Hm..." Pushing himself up from the chair, he was still smiling as he bent down and scooped the dragon radar into his hand. Brandishing it, as if to rub in Bulma's face just how unsuccessful she'd been in destroying it, he cackled. "You actually have the supplies you'll need to fix this thing?"

"Yes." She narrowed her eyes. "I packed everything - including my own clothes - before I told you the ship was complete yesterday. Just in case…"

"You're really are such a devious woman..." He shook his head, but the amusement was still there. And then he began to grasp the radar even tighter in his hand, holding it out to make sure she could see. Bulma watched quizzically, eyes widening as she wondered whether or not he was about to do what she thought he was.

Then, all so loudly, the radar gave out from the pressure of his grip. The metal shell groaned as it caved in, the screen crackling as the device painfully died. Only then did Vegeta drop the radar, a sad heap of distorted electronic landing where he stood.

"Now you'll have something to do to make yourself useful during our trip."

"…Really?"

"Yes." Without glancing to see what the Bluehead's reaction was, the saiyan turned to look across the room instead. He saw that Gohan was still sitting on the couch, staring at them silently. Had the kid known that she was on the ship this entire time? He didn't look surprised at all! Vegeta, in his distraught state, had only reached out for life auras once since boarding, and that was to ensure that Gohan was masking his own. Had he somehow managed to miss hers? It was pathetic that, even with his exhaustion, he'd failed to ensure that she hadn't been attempting something like this… But Gohan? The saiyan had no doubt the kid had known. Rolling his eyes, Vegeta turned back to the Bluehead. "You're going to have to learn how to disguise your ki as soon as possible. But first..."

"First, I'll fix the radar." She nodded, beaming with hopeful excitement.

"No. Not yet. You will learn to disguise your ki before that. But first..." He took a step towards her, and then another. Although optimistic, the Bluehead was still on edge, hoping that the saiyan wouldn't change his mind again. She pursed her lips, noting the look in his eyes as he grew closer. She understood what he was getting at, and she took a step back towards the bedroom as he advanced on her…

… Their eyes remaining locked on one another, Bulma backed up the entire way to the bedroom, and Vegeta closely followed after. To Gohan, he looked like a beast that was stalking his next victim, and apparently the Bluehead was content with this sort of thing. It wasn't until they were halfway to the room before Vegeta finally finished his thought. "...First, I'm going to get some sleep, before anything else. And you've been up all night, too… You're going to be getting some sleep with me ..."

Then, without even acknowledging the boy, the two slammed the bedroom door. Silence had quickly fallen over the ship, and Gohan turned back towards the control panel, eying the destroyed dragon radar that had been left on the floor. "Well…" He blubbered. "That was different."

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"Sorry you had to see that earlier."

It was several hours later, and Bulma was now sitting beside Gohan after she and Vegeta woke from their nap. The couple were both so emotionally exhausted and sleep deprived from everything that transpired in the last 24 hours, and they'd essentially gone unconscious in each other's arms as soon as their heads hit the pillows. Now, groggy and with no idea how long they'd been out for, Bulma was embarrassed as she recalled the emotional scene that Gohan had been witness to. Vegeta was pacing about the ship, his arms crossed as he listened to the exchange. "You shouldn't have to be caught in the middle of our fights, and that one was pretty bad..." She continued awkwardly. "You shouldn't have had to-"

"It's nothing I haven't seen before," Gohan replied. He wasn't acting shocked in the slightest, and was being a lot more dismissive about it than Bulma would have expected. "You know, my parents used to fight a lot, too. I'm kinda used to it."

"That's understandable." Vegeta scoffed, thinking back on how disagreeable Chi Chi had been when Bulma tried to warn her of the androids.

"Yeah, they were always at each other's throats!" Gohan continued, growing excited at Vegeta's understanding, but not truly registering the reference that was just made. "Mom didn't like it when Dad would make special dinner requests. She always said he was spoiled, and would just have to eat what was put in front of him. He always complained about her food, because he was usually craving something else instead."

"What?" Bulma started. She couldn't fathom that Gohan was comparing the gravity of the fight she and Vegeta just had, with ones that his parents would take part in over dinner. "Wait - they'd fight over food?"

"Well... Yeah..." The boy was now speaking to her with slight irritation, as if the Bluehead was being simple minded about what he said... Where did the attitude come from, anyway? "Dad was always trying to convince Mom to prepare cakes and burgers, and steaks too, and a lot of other expensive things that we couldn't afford. If they weren't fighting about dinner, then it was always about Dad's training regime. She thought he didn't spend enough time with us and needed to have better priorities with his schedule. Well, they fought a lot."

"Food and training, hm. Sounds like the man really was a saiyan..." Vegeta was now leaning against the wall at the far end of the ship, chuckling under his breath as he shook his head.

"Well, I, uh…" Bulma blinked. This conversation was going far differently than she'd anticipated. Not comfortable with hearing details of Goku's relationship disputes and unsure of how to respond, Bulma made to stand and fetch a glass of water. But Gohan put his hand on her arm to stop her as soon as she began to move. "I find that mark on your neck interesting, though." He said, this time a lot less dismissive.

Eyebrows raised, she was instantly blushing. Vegeta ran over from where he'd been, his eyes wide and looking just as mortified as his Woman did, as he waited to hear where the boy was going with this.

"…Mom had the same one… She always told me it was a birthmark… But apparently it wasn't…"

"She did?" Blue eyes bulging from her face, Bulma instinctively reached for her hair and pulled it in front of her shoulders, trying to use it as a cover for her neck.

"Yeah… I mean, a lot of her dresses had high necklines, so it was usually hidden, I guess you probably never saw it… But she definitely had a mark that looked just like yours, and on that same exact spot too… Apparently she lied to me, and it wasn't a birth mark? Well, how did you get yours, Miss Bulma?"

"Uhh…" She looked to Vegeta for help, and immediately he stepped forward with a cough. There had been a question lingering on his mind since waking, and now seemed like the perfect time to bring it up – and effectively divert the discussion of love bites. "Forget about feeble body markings, Woman! What I'd like to know is how you learned to disguise your ki!"

'Phew!' She thought, sinking back down into her seat. Her cheeks still flushed, she began to smile with relief at this new question. Eager to reveal another one of her brilliant inventions, she'd been waiting for someone to say something,...

"I was wondering that, too!" Gohan grinned. "Did Yamcha teach you?"

"Yes…" Vegeta echoed, his face dropping into a scowl at the mental image of the Z-Fighter showing her anything. "…Did HE show you?"

"No, of course not!"

"I am a fool to not have realized you were disguising your ki in order to go unnoticed on this ship. I assumed that Gohan knew and didn't tell me, and that my failure to recognize an extra passenger was due to my mental state. Now that I have slept, I realize you had us both fooled." Vegeta explained. "Tell me, Woman. How did you learn, and why didn't you clarify this earlier when I was talking about teaching you, myself?"

"Because I didn't learn to disguise my ki! Not in the way you two do it, anyway!"

"What-"

"Look." The Bluehead kicked her foot up in the air, revealing a dark green ring that was laced around her leg at the ankle. "See this? I made this specially for the trip! It's a ki-restraint!"

"Oh my GOOOSSSHHH!" Gohan gasped, putting his hands to his cheeks, while Vegeta just stared at her in shock. It seemed that the boy didn't need any time at all to comprehend that Bulma had invented a device that completely concealed her life aura, but Vegeta wasn't so adaptable to the concept. He stood frozen, stunned with his mouth hanging open, as he watched Gohan wrap his arms around the Bluehead and yell his enthusiasm about how smart and amazing she was. "Can you make one for me?! I can't sense you at ALL! Even if we disguise our ki, you can still sense us a little, it's just that we aren't recognizable! But to be completely hidden! As if nobody is there?! Miss Bulma, this is AMAZING!"

"You both are a lot stronger than me, so I'm not sure if this will work as well for you. There's a lot more to conceal." She was sporting a doofy grin as she replied. "Here, try mine on. Let's see if Vegeta can still sense you while you wear it." Reaching down to her leg, Bulma was about to unclasp the ring when Vegeta finally interjected. "Damnit, you fool! DON'T take that off!"

She jumped, startled by the abrupt anger in his tone, and nodded. "Right, right! If I take it off, then someone will potentially sense me! Sorry, I got a little excited for a second..."

"Even if we don't know if it'll work, can you make me one anyway?" Gohan continued, not discouraged in the slightest. "That would be SO useful!"

"Bulma has to repair the dragon radar that she broke." Vegeta announced firmly, folding his arms over his chest as if to finalize his point. "She doesn't have time to build you any toys, boy."

"You said I broke it! Ha!" She snorted.

"You attempted to break it." The saiyan amended his statement. "The intention was there, wasn't it? I merely assisted."

"Okay, but if she builds one of these and they work, then that means we can actually push ourselves during our training sessions!" Gohan exclaimed. "We won't have to hold back, and we'll be able to do whatever we want without worrying about blowing our cover!"

"When did you get so damned motivated, boy?" Vegeta gawked, before his face fell into a mischievous grin. "Woman, listen to the boy. The radar can wait. We want two more of these concealing shackles, right now!"

"Yes!" Gohan shot a fist into the air. "Now, Miss Bulma!"

"Oh, you two!" The Bluehead shot to her feet, her hands sarcastically pinned to her hips. She shook her head and rolled her eyes at being ordered around, but she'd be lying if she tried to say that their enthusiasm wasn't flattering.

And so Vegeta and Gohan disappeared within their gravity room as a pass time while Bulma worked. Having to make a conscious effort to keep their ki from rising, neither of the boys could wait for the Bluehead to finish up on her project. With the ki-restaining shackle, they're be able to really spar, and that would give them something to really take their minds off of the long journey ahead of them!

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Hours passed, and it wasn't until she was starting to grow tired again that Bulma finally decided to put a pause on her work. Having so recently designed her own ki concealer, she was making quick progress with the two new ones. The Bluehead was already so close to being finished, and she knew it would only take a few more hours to complete once she picked back from where she left off after getting some rest.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bedroom as she got ready for bed, Bulma listened as Vegeta walked in behind her and closed the door. She heard as he kicked off his boots, and the Bluehead turned to glance at him from over her shoulder. "I've been waiting to speak with you in private."

"Oh?" The saiyan seemed less than half interested as he began to pull off his shirt.

"... It's about my neck."

"Oh." The fabric lifted halfway up his torso, Vegeta paused in mid-act. Clutching his shirt, he looked to Bulma to see what she would say, his eyebrow raised in preemptive defense at whatever grievances she might be about to express.

"Gohan recognized this hickey." The Bluehead turned back towards the mirror, but she was eying the saiyan's reflection as she spoke. "Gohan said his mom had the same exact one..."

"Yeah, I was there. I heard him."

"So, what does that mean?" The Bluehead used both hands to lift her hair to the top or her head, turning slightly to get a look at the extent of the multicolored bruise. "How did Chi Chi happen to have the same exact mark as me?"

"Come now, Bulma, surely you're aware that she and Kakarot were sexual beings..."

"I know that!" She dropped her hair, cheeks flushing as she turned to scowl at the saiyan. "Now's not the time to be so facetious! What I want to know is why it was permanent enough that she had to excuse it as a birth mark!"

"You just answered your own question." Vegeta replied. His eyebrow was cocked, but now he looked much more mischievous than defensive. He was toying with her. "She called it a birth mark because it was permanent, and generally that's what birth marks are."

"You and Goku are both saiyans, and nobody else has ever given me something that looked like this!" She was back to analyzing herself in the mirror. Vegeta's sarcastic mood dropped, not liking the reference of her sexual history. He was starting to wonder just how many partners Bulma had been intimate with, when she spoke again. "The idea of this hideous thing being on me for the rest of my life! I'll never be able to wear my hair up again! God, Vegeta!" She spun, marching for him as she frowned. "What exactly did you do to me?!"

"I fucked you, damnit!" He hissed, not wanting Gohan to overhear. "And YOU were in on it! You weren't complaining at the time, were you? Don't talk to me as if it was not consensual!"

"Consensual sex is different from-"

"All I know is you enjoyed it when I bit you, so I didn't care to hold back!" Vegeta continued. "The more noise you made, the harder I bit, and you were begging for it the whole time! I considered it a favor, Woman! I was under the assumption you'd stay put on Earth, and your mark would have been useful as a repellent against Yamcha!"

"Yamcha?" Bulma paused, her mouth dropping open. "Wait... So you knew what you were doing, and it was because of Yamcha?"

"Don't worry about it..." The saiyan mumbled. He seemed taken aback at his own admission, the confidence draining from his face. "...It will heal."

"Evidently it won't, based on what Gohan said..."

"Perhaps not completely, but it will fade... It won't be as blatantly apparent, at least." Turning away to shield his face, the saiyan wasn't quick enough to hide his reaction from Bulma. She saw the red on his cheeks, and she was instantly grinning. Vegeta - BLUSHING? She hadn't been aware that he was even able to do such a thing! He'd left some kind of mark on her as some type of a... territorial thing? As a type of warning to Yamcha? And now his cheeks were actually pink, and he was actually pouting about her reaction!

Trying not to laugh, she stalled back to the mirror, brushing her fingers through her hair as she went. Like a bashful child that was awaiting punishment, Vegeta lingered by the door as he stared at his boots and tried to cool the heat from his face. Noting this, Bulma smiled as she fished a hair tie out from one of her drawers and pulled her blue mane into a lazy bun. "You know, I suppose it isn't so bad..." She smiled, eying the saiyan through the mirror. This seemed to be what he needed to hear, for he turned back towards her and picked his head up. "Of course not!" He grumbled.

"...Once it heals, it won't look as if I got in a fight with a vampire zombie." She continued. "I like having this, almost like it connects me to you. And the fact that it'll steer Yamcha away just makes it even better, doesn't it?"

"Exactly." Once again in the familiar territory of being right, Vegeta smugly folded his arms across his chest. Although he didn't know what a VAMPIRE ZOMBIE was, now wasn't the time to ask.

"Well, okay then. That settles it." She turned and ran for the saiyan, throwing herself at him and wrapping her arms around his body. "Thanks for giving me something to remember you by! Oh - and thanks for letting me come with to Namek, so now I don't need to remember you at all! I would have really missed you!"

"Yeah, well..." He grumbled, mumbling something else under his breath that she couldn't make out. Bulma smiled as she watched his face. She could swear that he was starting to blush again, as he muttered something incoherent. "I would have really missed you." She reiterated, wanting to see if she could prod him into speaking his mind more clearly. "I would have gone crazy."

He muttered something again, and this time Bulma could swear it sounded as if he'd said "me too."

"I can't understand what you're saying." She blinked, still smiling as he sighed and finally reciprocated the hug. "I said I'm tired, and I want to go to bed."

"No, you didn't. That's way more syllables than what you-"

"You need to stop overthinking and get to bed." He cut her off as he began pulling them towards the mattress. "Have you ever listened when I've said that you don't take enough care of yourself? Have you eaten at all since take off?"

"No, I figured you could just do that thing with your hands again." Her body bounced as she landed on her back, and he curled up next to her. This felt different from all of the other times he'd ushered her to sleep this after a long day of working in the lab. This time she wasn't counting down the days until he left, dreading the passage of time. Now she knew they were together, they would be together, and that's how it would stay…

"I don't do anything with my hands." He was purring in her ear, even as he slid his hands under her shirt and placed his palms flat against her stomach. Bulma's belly was starting to grow, and she was only just now starting to realize this. Previously, the Bluehead had been too busy to realize that was a small bump was beginning to protrude from body.

"You do something to me..." She replied firmly. "…And you forgot to turn off the light."

"I'll get it later." He replied. His voice was so husky by her ear. "Stop thinking so much and go to sleep."

"Okay, whatever." She sighed, her eyelids starting to droop shut. His arms tightened around her as they spooned, that familiar warmth flowing through her veins as he held her so firmly. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, his actions throughout this last day had spoken so loudly. He cared about her - he'd missed her. She was fully aware that he was relieved to be with her now. Bulma knew, after everything that had just transpired, that she'd never have to worry about them separating again...

There we have it!

I hope this one was satisfying after last chapter's cliffhanger. I do have to say, you guys are far more creative than I am! I didn't even THINK about the possibility of a hologram Bulma until you all started asking about it! Of course, I intended for last chapter to leave the readers saying "WAIT, DON'T STOP IT THERE!"

But I definitely didn't intend for there to be questions about whether or not it was really her. So sorry! That made the wait even more intense than I meant for it to be!

Oh well, at least now the wait is over. :)

It might be a bit before I update again. Things are starting to get a little busy here in the real world. I also want to aim to post a new chapter for The 7 Year Gap before anything else (for all of you that are also reading that story, too).

Not only that, but I have an idea for a Vegebul oneshot that takes place on Namek that I'd like to explore. ;)

Thanks for reading! Remember to follow my tumblr(surelysaiyangood) for writing updates, if you haven't. I'll be posting on there and updating everyone on where I am in regards to writing, to hopefully assure you that I haven't abandoned ship!