As some of you may know (if you follow my Tumblr), I have become a bit busy again with this latest semester that's just started. I intend to try and update when I can, but I cannot predict my schedule. It may be a bit before I am able to post another chapter. Just know that I am going to! I hope you all enjoy this one!

Freshly healed by Dende, Gohan was already heading for where he could sense the battle. What took him aback during his flight was when he saw something small and round shooting up into the sky. It almost looked like a meteor to him, except it was heading in the wrong direction, and it seemed to originate from the same area that the battle was taking place. He found it curious, but he really gasped when the sky itself lit up with a loud BOOM!

It was an explosion that kicked cloud of dust so high in the air that he could see it from where he was, and Gohan put an arm in front of his face to brace against the resulting wind that slammed against him.

What had just happened?! Vegeta had still been wearing his ki device, but that explosion must have broken it. For, all too coincidentally, Gohan could sense him, and he felt stronger than ever. The good thing was that this as least meant that he wasn't doing bad in the fight... But still... What was going on?

When the child arrived at the scene, all he saw was a mess of blood and disheveled trees, and it rendered him even more shocked. All around body parts were scattered in no discernible order, left and right, as if Vegeta had swooped the person up and ripped them apart while flying over the grass.

Gohan swallowed a lump as he stepped past an indigo hand, which sported a shattered bone that was prodding from a finger.

The forestry on Namek was nowhere near as dense as it was back on Earth, but Vegeta had sought destruction on the few trees that were around. In the near distance were limbs and tree trunks, fallen and dispersed in that same sporadic manner as the mangled body parts.

Near one of the trees stood Vegeta, but his back was turned to the boy. Gohan approached the naked Saiyan awkwardly, just as the prince was slamming something against one of the trees.

"Mr. Vegeta!" Gohan called, wanting to make sure his presence was known. "Hey - what happened?"

The man snarled a nonverbal reply before spinning on the boy. During the minutes that had passed after his transition, the saiyan had been a fury of rage, the desire to torture and kill insatiable. He'd dismembered the remainder of the Ginyu Force, limb by limb, reveling in their screams as they died. Even at that moment he was holding a severed rib, which he flung at the child angrily. "Where were you?!"

"Wah!" Gohan jumped to avoid getting hit by the stray body part. "I was getting healed! I didn't have any senzu beans, so I had to go to Dende! Mr. Vegeta! What happened?! You look different."

"I'm in no mood for your stupidity! What do you think happened?!"

"You just look different." Gohan tried again. He would have thought that the battle went well, seeing as how Vegeta was the sole survivor of what'd taken place. But his voice and demeanor told a different story, and he had no idea why. "What happened to your hair?"

"I've ascended, you idiot!" Clearly, Vegeta thought the child should have known enough not to ask. "I'm Super now!"

"You mean, like a super Saiyan? Hey - does my hair change like that when I transform?" The child was quickly realizing that he had never actually seen himself in a mirror when he was transitioned like that. He thought it looked so silly - blonde hair? And such light eyes? What was the purpose? "Does my-"

"OF COURSE IT DOES!" Vegeta spat. There were far more important things to deal with than stand about and discuss one's hair color. "If you aren't going to say anything useful, then shut up!"

"I'm only asking a question!" Gohan shot. "What's wrong, anyway?! You should be happy you won the fight!"

"She's gone!"

"Huh?"

This question only seemed to enrage the saiyan prince further. Having to elaborate, having to even speak about what happened, it was making him feel completely mental all over again. "Bulma!" He snarled. "She's gone! Nappa found her and sent her to Frieza in a fucking space pod!"

"Who-"

"AH!" A wave of electricity burst out around the prince, which might have thrown the child back if he hadn't had the foresight to brace himself. The saiyan's shouts only grew louder, his voice growing more disdainful and remorseful as the seconds passed. And then, as Gohan watched, Vegeta took off in the sky.

"Mr. Vegeta!" The boy called, but he knew it was no use. He was going to have to follow his mentor, and that's exactly what he did. He shot off after the enraged saiyan, snaking through the trees and over the hills behind him.

One after another they wove over lakes and rivers, which glistened so beautifully from the yellow sun. This should have been a time for celebrating, Gohan thought, as he looked down at the breathtaking scenery below. But, as confused as he was, Vegeta's words were sinking in, and the child was hit with an overwhelming lump in his chest. Was Bulma really gone? Was that what he'd seen shooting into the sky?

If Vegeta had been in his right mind, he would have been impressed by his newly awakened speed. He made it to his destination in what only felt like seconds, but he was too far beyond the capacity to pay this accomplishment any mind. He merely stood at the opening of the cave - the same one he'd told Bulma to hide in - and he bit his lip. Peering inside, he took in the disarray, and it all told a silent story of what had occured here.

The upturned table, which was surrounded by scattered papers and capsules… The trail that was streamed through the ground, which was a clear sign that she had been dragged all the way out from her workspace. Bulma had been passing the time with some project of hers, and she'd been ambushed.

To think of how peaceful it must have been, before all hell broke loose…

But there was no time to spare on losing his mind to these wandering thoughts. Snarling at the scene in front of him, he sped for the capsules and began to gather them up in his arms.

"Mr. Vegeta!" Gohan's voice called to him, yet again, from the entrance of the cave. It only pissed him off more. That child and all his useless questions - what help could he offer now? It only served as a distraction, and a waste of time. The boy should have been there to offer backup when Vegeta had been struggling to reach the pod. If he had, it would have made things harder on everyone. Burter and Recoome wouldn't have found it so easy to team up against him. But Gohan hadn't, Vegeta had failed, and now there was no point in explaining anything. Would pausing to tell the boy, in fine detail, bring Bulma back?! Of course, not!

Gohan, though, was never one to react appropriately to Vegeta's body language, and he continued. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?!" Vegeta barked. "I'm finding out which one of these capsules carries the spaceship!" He stormed past the boy on his way back outside. In the open grass, where there was plenty of room, he began the task of frantically unsealing the capsules, one-by-one. He threw the first. From the yellow mist formed some kind of a grey box, with wire swirling out of its side…

The second capsule revealed a mess of scattered clothes.

The third, a toolkit of some sort.

"What about those space pods?" Gohan's pestering voice questioned. "Don't the pods run faster than the ship?"

"Yes, the fuck, they do!" Vegeta barked, throwing another capsule. "That is why I must hurry, damnit! She'll arrive ages before I, as it is! There's no time to waste, so shut the hell up!"

"Then what about the space pods? Aren't there more of them out here? Let's just take one of those!"

"I can't use any of those, I don't know the fucking Ginyu passcode!"

Yet another capsule revealed a big weapon of some sort, and Vegeta didn't recognize what it was.

"Let me help!" Gohan sprang, grabbing a handful of capsules from Vegeta's arms. The saiyan prince didn't object, he merely kept throwing his own, and Gohan started in along with him.

Finally, after what seemed like minutes, the child picked the lucky cap. He tossed it, and a large cloud formed in the shape of the familiar spaceship.

"Finally!" Vegeta snapped, and he was making for the entrance before the yellow fog had completely dissipated. Gohan ran after, close behind his mentor's tail, until they were both throwing themselves down in the pilot and copilot chairs.

"You'll likely die." The prince offered impatiently. He didn't have time to get in a big discussion with the boy. If that kid wanted to come, then so be it. He was not going to lose any more time by casting him away. "Now's your chance to flee."

"Bulma needs us." Gohan replied, and that was all Vegeta cared to hear. With not another second left to spare, he powered up the engines, and immediately they began their voyage through the atmosphere. The takeoff was not gentle, which matched perfectly well with Vegeta's mood, and soon enough the ship was surrounded by absolute darkness.

...Finally, when they had eased into the weightlessness of space, and the coordinates of Frieza's base had been punched into the navigation system, Vegeta felt himself unwinding enough for his hair to return to its natural dark hue.

It was then that he realized that he was completely naked, and there was an incredible amount of dried blood caked across his body… "I'm going to shower." He announced gruffly, without looking at the boy. "Then I will train…"

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Rough fingertips were tracing along her hip, and that was what stirred Bulma awake. She didn't move though, she merely opened her eyes, knowing perfectly well that he couldn't see her face from behind. The Bluehead held her breath as he slid his fingers across her belly, his palm gliding over her skin in a manner that gave her just the right kind of goosebumps.

It had only been recently that they'd started touching each other like this, and this was the second consecutive day that Vegeta was waking her up in such a frisky manner. They were stuck in the middle of a snowy ice land, the dragon radar broken and rendering their search paused. She was getting close to being done fixing it, but until then Vegeta seemed rather content with making his own uses of their time...

His chest was pressing against her back, and Vegeta's hands disappeared from her body. Bulma closed her eyes again, sinking deeper into the mattress. "You're awake..." He muttered. "You play so coy."

Something was prodding her in her rear now, a gentle jab that left a wet sensation lingering on the skin where it touched. Bulma knew exactly what that was, and she pretended not to notice, even though she slowly pressed her ass closer against him.

He prodded her again - this time with more determination. His hips bucked slowly as he teasingly thrusted into her right cheek. Bulma fought back a groan as she felt his member sliding dangerously close to its destination between her thighs. She lifted a leg to part them, ever so slightly, listening as his breaths grew shallow.

Wet with anticipation, the tip of Vegeta's cock trailed between her ass cheeks, finding a place along the backside of her core as he continued with his slow thrusts. He was rubbing her, teasing her, and hissing in her ear, as he reveled the sensation of her wet flesh. "Bulma..." He finally breathed. "...I need to get ready for training..."

"Hmm?" She sighed. His hands were squeezing her breasts now. His dick had found her entrance without any guidance of hands, and he was slowly tracing the outer flesh as he continued his slow gyrations.

"I need you..." He mumbled, a low growl forming in the back of his throat. "Before I start my training... Warm me up..."

"Yeah?" She breathed. Bulma nudged against him, trying to will his member to just slam inside of her instead of continuing with this relentless tease.

"Is this how you want to wake up?"

"Please, Vegeta-"

"Tell me."

"Vegeta, I need this..."

"Good."

Finally, without any more teasing pelvic jabs, Vegeta grabbed her hips and thrust all the way in. Burying himself to the hilt, he audibly groaned with relief as he began his eager rhythm. He moved as if this was something he had been craving for ages. As if he had been neglected of it for far too long, even though they'd just had sex the night before. Breathless and ecstatic, his low voice mumbled in her ear as he offered her body slow and hard thrusts, making sure she felt every part of him. "Good... Ah - so Goooood..."

Eyelids fluttering open and shut, Bulma was gasping along with him. How was it that he managed to hit her in just the right spot, each and every time? It was unreal!

His fingertips were digging into her hips, his movements becoming more urgent as he sped up. "How can a Woman feel so fucking good..." The words were rolling from his strained tongue as if there was no filter. He no longer had regard for what he said. Things she knew he'd never utter, not in his right mind, he now stammered as if it was the only way to stay alive.

This must have been their seventh-no, eighth... or possibly ninth time together, since doing it for the first time after she rose from the bath just two days ago. Already Bulma knew that she was in over her head, and as Vegeta flipped her onto her back so he could climb on top of her, she was reminded once again just why that was.

It was the sight of him, as he pulled her thigh up to rest against his hip. He was in so much control, and yet he was presenting even a small bit of vulnerability to her. To see him on top of her like this, his naked flesh softening his hard exterior. With that look in his eyes as he stared down at her, both dark with ambition, but wide with amazement. Vegeta watched her intently as he thrust back in, and Bulma could feel his avid gaze even as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her eyes always transitioned as they moved together - at some moments they were squeezed shut, and others they were open so she could peer back up at him. But no matter what, each time she opened her eyes, he was looking down at her.

She could count on it. His pupils were always locked on her face, and Bulma loved the way it made her feel. The way he made her feel. His expressions didn't just make her body feel desired - it made her feel that she, in her entirety, was exactly what he craved. Yamcha, the only other man she had been with, never looked at her the same way as this. He'd always gone as if she could have been anyone, for all he cared. Bulma didn't realize she had been missing out so much until her time with Vegeta.

Through his eyes, he was expressing that she wasn't just a body to him. No, she wasn't just a random woman here to give him pleasure - she was Bulma, and he was amazed.

"Ah!" She gasped, her tone riddled with pain, when he slammed in a too hard. Vegeta's furrowed brows softened at this, and his next thrust was considerably less reckless than the last. This was something else she adored. He took her needs into consideration. He wanted her to enjoy this just as much as he did, and she knew it. Vegeta wasn't just ravenous in bed, he was also caring.

"Veg-," She breathed, reaching up so she could wrap her arms around his neck for leverage. "Veg-eta,"

He didn't respond - his breaths only grew even more shallow, his thrusts more strained. She could feel that he was close, and she knew from the tension in his shoulders that he was waiting for her release. Bula loved that about him - again, it was more evidence that he really wanted her to enjoy this. It only added to the sensation of care that was dripping from his pores, making her feel so peaceful even in the brink of such a naughty act. It was all too much to take, and she cried without reservation as she came.

He was grunting through his own orgasm before her moans subsided, having allowed himself to release as soon as he heard the shout leave her lips. Gently, yet quickly, their movements came to a halt. And she lay, a gasping and sweaty heap, under the shaking muscles that made up his firm body.

"Vegeta," She gasped. "That was good..."

He didn't respond right away, as his breaths continued to calm. The saiyan had been staring at her with such a careless expression, but when she said this, his eyes grew stern. Her words had sobered him.

Vegeta looked down at her chest, before glancing up at her face again. "I know." He finally grunted, with a stifled pant in the back of his throat. The saiyan showed consideration when he carefully pulled out, but then he abruptly rose and stormed from the room without another word.

Frowning at the door from where she lay, Bulma wiped some sweat from her forehead as she sighed. It was like this every single time... As soon as he finished, he would immediately run for the bathroom to clean himself up. And then he would go about his day, acting as if nothing happened, until the mood struck him once again. There was no afterglow, or resting, not even gratitude. Bulma never pegged Vegeta to be a cuddler, but still... He nearly acted as if he couldn't get away from her fast enough when they were done.

"Jerk..." She mumbled scornfully, feeling wretched as she lay in the soggy puddle of their bodily fluids. It always made her feel so discarded when he did this. When she was left so dirty and alone, without even a glance of regard as he went. Perhaps she really was just a toy for him to play with after all, only winding her up when it was convenient for him... Perhaps he wasn't different from Yamcha... Still, she couldn't deny it... When they were in the actual process of having sex, he made her feel anything but used...

…He made her feel like she was somebody...

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"Ah!" Vegeta jolted awake, his arms shaking as he pushed himself up in bed. This had to have been the tenth consecutive time he'd woken in such a state.

It had been like this ever since takeoff. His dreams were always struck by memories, and they were always distinctly in Bulma's point of view. The saiyan could clearly remember the scene that had just played out in his dream, but, of course, he had originally experienced it from his own head. It was so strange to encounter it from her - to see himself like that, to hear the voice in her head as it all transpired.

So, Bulma thought he was a jerk back then... Vegeta wanted to smirk at that, but the resulting wave of guilt only made him grimace instead. He glared down at his standing erection, which was slowly losing some of its enthusiasm as his chest welled with the need to touch her.

The Bluehead was gone, and he didn't know if he was going to see her alive again. How could he find amusement when he was forced to relive these times; some good and some bad? Why did so many of the dreams have to end at a point where he'd offended her? Even the good dreams were horrible, because they just made Vegeta wish he could reach out and touch her even more. Was it the fight they'd had on Namek just before she was ripped away, that made everything so bittersweet? Was it because of the anguish she'd been swimming in before her departure in the pod? Even these close memories they shared were filled with such a sense of dread and conflict on her part, and now he truly understood just how much tension she'd faced when it came to him.

With all these shared dreams, he was even starting to regret all the times he'd yelled at her for professing her feelings of adoration to him. Now he knew just what kind of anxieties she'd faced and ignored, when it came to him... Bulma knew perfectly well that everything would likely come crashing down around her, that their relationship had "doom" written all over it. She'd told herself that it was all just temporary, that none of the sentiments were deep. And yet Bulma had still looked past this, hadn't listened to the voice in her head that tried to warn her away, and she'd proceeded with cautious optimism anyway. Perhaps she had been a fool for it, but Bulma really had put a lot of faith in Vegeta...

And now...

Shaking his head, Vegeta just couldn't continue this thought. Not again. Not yet. Not so soon after waking. Those horrible contemplations hounded him nearly every second he was awake, and he wasn't ready for yet another cycle to begin.

When he sighed, his lungs quivered in his chest, and Vegeta stood and walked to the nearby mirror. The bedrooms in this spaceship were so small, and yet the vessel felt too large when he considered how empty it was now. There was no woman to butt heads with. No woman to groan about small annoyances, or about all the food she wanted to eat, or to rave about some mathematical concept she'd come up with just before bed. The saiyan was simply alone between these walls, and he was trapped with the torment of consciousness.

Sometimes Vegeta regretted not keeping Nappa alive for longer, so he could torture some answers out of him. The traitor had hinted that he knew perfectly well about what Vegeta was experiencing, with so many of Bulma's thoughts intercepting his mind. All Nappa had said, though, was that it would happen when she was in distress. And now she was stuck in a permanent state of anguish, having been so fearful when the hibernation gas took her out.

He didn't have any issues when he was awake, perhaps because she wasn't awake. But he dreaded going to sleep, for that was her prolonged state, and it was when their minds would mingle the most. He absolutely hated it – hated the way it felt to be so close to her, to be in and with Bulma, and yet to wake up completely empty and alone...

"There's only one thing to do..." The saiyan finally mumbled, before turning so he could change his clothes. He was just going to train. Until he made it to Frieza's base, the gravity room was all he had, and he was going to make the best of it with Gohan. At least, until their trip came to an end, they could pass the time by beating each other up. One of the most brilliant parts of being a Saiyan was how much stronger they became after they healed, and what better time to take advantage of this than now, in desolate space?

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The hours passed slowly, but eventually Gohan and Vegeta managed to work themselves into a state of exhaustion. It was time to recuperate again, time to take another unwanted rest. Whether he wanted to or not, Vegeta was reliving everything that'd happened on Namek again as he lay his head on his thick pillow.

He couldn't help but wonder if Bulma could hear and feel his thoughts, just as he did her. This was something else Vegeta wished he'd demanded Nappa to explain. What was the reason, cause, and purpose behind this? How did it all work?

'Bulma,' He thought, wishing she would receive his message. It felt so foolish to do, with nothing to base his attempt on, but his mind spoke to her anyway. 'I let you down...'

Could she hear him?

Probably not.

Whenever he did this, there was never an indication that she could.

'I've failed so many times, but what's happened to you must be my biggest failure yet. None of this would have happened if I hadn't forced myself into your life,' He grasped the sheets as he rolled over, furrowing his brows as he clenched his eyes shut. 'Can you hear me? I vow to come for you. I'm on my way now. Just stay alive... Do whatever it takes to stay alive...'

She couldn't hear him. Vegeta just knew. He growled as he slammed a frustrated punch in his pillow, resulting in a cloud of feathers to explode around him.

"Wait for me, Bulma... If it's the last thing I ever do, I'm coming."

In the next update, Bulma will be meeting Frieza… Don't tell anyone, though! It's a secret! :P

Have a great weekend!