In the previous chapters…

After an unsuccessful battle with Androids during which Piccolo dies, Bulma, Vegeta, and Gohan travel to Namek. During the trip, Vegeta and Bulma are as close as ever, with the Saiyan concerned about what may happen to them during their time in space.

After arriving on Namek, Vegeta becomes hardened, consumed with the mission of obtaining the dragon balls at all costs. This results in several disagreements among the trio, the worst of which occurring after Vegeta learns that the dragon will grant 3 wishes, and he decides he wants to use them all on himself. He tells Bulma that he wants to wish for his native planet to be revived, so that he can assume the role as prince that he was always destined to have, and he wants her to join him as he princess and future queen. Not only does Bulma know this won't work because of how long it has been since his planet was destroyed, but she is torn at the idea that he would be so willing to abandon any aspect of the life they created together. Not wanting him to only choose to be with her because he has no other choice, she tells Vegeta that if he chooses to wish for his home planet, he is choosing not to be with her.

This is a fight that is not resolved, for shortly after, Bulma is abducted by Nappa, who reveals he had been spying on the group for months.

Meanwhile, Vegeta and Gohan are battling with all members of the Ginyu Force, aside from Captain Ginyu. Gohan, who still hasn't learned to fully control his super Saiyan power, is quickly weakened by Recoome. It isn't long before Vegeta is overtaken with the realization that Bulma is under attack. He abandons the battle to go after her, where he discovers Nappa and the truth about what has happened. Drastically injured from his earlier fights, and being teamed up against by Recoome and Burter, Vegeta is unable to save Bulma before Nappa throws her in a space pod that is aimed for Frieza's base.

Soon after her departure, Vegeta is overcome with the grief of knowing that she will likely be killed, and he finally ascends to Super Saiyan. He then kills Nappa, Burter, and Recoome, before going after her. Unable to gain access to the remaining spacepods, he has to leave in the spaceship, knowing fully well that it will take him much longer to arrive due to the difference in speed. He and Gohan spend the duration of the trip training in preparation for a battle they might not walk away from.

Meanwhile, when Vegeta rests, he experiences numerous dreams that seem to be from Bulma's point of view, all of which are typically memories of happier times. He does not understand why he keeps hearing her voice during times of distress, but Nappa hinted that it was due to a mark on her neck that Vegeta gave her during one of their times in bed.

Eventually Bulma arrives to Frieza's base, falling victim to his game of psychological torment and gaslighting behavior. She begins to receive punishment for "Vegeta's behavior", which includes gaslighting and physical assaults…

"You seem bothered." The Bluehead said. She was laying on her bare stomach as she rested a cheek in her palm. Outstretched outstretched across the foot of the bed, the Bluehead was staring straight ahead at the naked man before her.

There was a deep scowl on Vegeta's face, who appeared to be deep in thought as he reclined against the headboard. "Not bothered." He replied. "I'm just thinking."

Bulma moved to where he was so she could take a seat beside him. "After what we just did, what could you possibly be thinking about to make a face like that?"

"Something that's been on my mind lately." He grunted, without so much as casting her a glance. "Even physical interaction can't make me forget, Woman. What I'm pondering has nothing to do with us."

"Okay..." Now it was her turn to frown. He seemed so stressfully detached, and Bulma couldn't help but find it concerning. Did this have something to do with Frieza? Was... Was Frieza coming for them? Were they in danger at that very moment?

"It's about my father." The saiyan finally growled, as if sensing that her thoughts were spiraling in an anxious direction. "I'd forgotten about how much I hate him, but all our recent talks about my past has reminded me. I wish I could meet him again, so I could stand at eye level and punch him in his repulsive face. I'll never be able to do that, and it's driving me crazy."

"Oh."

"That piece of shit, he sold me out to Frieza! His cowardly actions caused the hell that I spent the majority of my life living in! He thought he was saving his own ass when he surrendered me, but he was murdered anyway. If I could meet him again, after everything I had to endure, I'd rip his head off. I'd kill him! He's the one who caused everything! Our planet being destroyed, the end of my race. It was my disgraceful father!"

The rant ended just as abruptly as it started, and soon Vegeta went completely silent. Bulma waited to see if he would start back up, but he didn't. He only sat wordlessly, breathing heavily with obvious contempt. She couldn't help but wonder if she should say something, or if it was better to remain silent. What if he wanted an excuse to continue with his ranting? There was no telling with this man. But the silence between them was so unpleasant after such an outburst, and she didn't stop herself when she began to ask. "How was this all his fault?"

"Because." He scoffed. "He was the king, the leader of our planet. His naive decisions lead to the saiyans being double-crossed. Even after it was obvious that Frieza was severing ties, he still gladly presented me to him. Like a toy. As if I were some idiot incapable of making my own decisions. I'd rather have died on my planet alongside my people. Instead I grew up under the likes of Frieza, without the dignity of choosing my own fate. Every moment I woke in Frieza's grasp was another moment I detested my fucking FATHER. He did this to me to save his own ass, and where did that get any of us?! It was his actions that stripped me of my title, and the idea of him rotting in hell is not enough to make up for his actions."

There was that curl in Vegeta's voice, as if he were fighting back bile. A grumble in the back of his throat that indicated his short fuse. Bulma should have stopped pressing when she heard this, but she didn't want to. They were sexually active with one another, weren't they? Why should she have to tip toe around issues such as this? "Vegeta..."

"He knowingly submitted me to the hate that was inflicted upon me. He could have just let me die. He should have just let me die."

"Vegeta..." She reached out to touch his hand. The Bluehead felt his skin clench under her fingertips, as if this gesture caught him by surprise. When she looked to him, she saw the whites if his teeth as he chewed his lip.

"I know where you're coming from... It makes sense to hate him for that." She offered, trying to sound soothing. "...But, have you considered that he didn't act maliciously?"

"Bullshit." Vegeta's lip twisted. "Of course, he did!"

"No, just hear me out. What if your dad saw what was coming, and he did what he did because he wanted you to survive?" She didn't relent, even as the saiyan's eyes narrowed. "You're so strong, there's no doubt you showed a lot of promise even at a young age. What if he thought you had what it took to overthrow Frieza someday, and he just wanted to make sure you'd get the opportunity to actually do it? Maybe it wasn't malicious at all, but it was actually an act of love?"

Her hand was still clasped on his own, but underneath her palm Vegeta's fingers were curling. She could sense the air around them becoming more tense by the second, and it was immediately clear what the saiyan thought of her suggestion. He quickly tore his hand away from her hold, returning it to his lap as if it were on fire.

"You really are an idiot." He growled. "Just when I start to trust in your intelligence, you outdo yourself."

"Wha-"

"Shut up! Don't say anything else!" Vegeta jumped to his feet, as if he couldn't get away from her quick enough. "Not another word from you on the matter!"

"You-"

"I told you to shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear any more preposterous nonsense, understand?!"

"How is that preposterous?" Bulma replied, her own voice rising.

"Because." He glared. By now he has made it to the other side of the room, and he stopped with his hand on the doorknob. This was when he finally turned back to her, and the look he gave was so sharp that it seemed to slice right through her very heart. And then he said it, three words that she couldn't have ever prepared herself to hear. "Saiyans don't love."

With that, Vegeta disappeared, the door slamming in his place. Bulma's mouth had fallen open, and she was absolutely dumbfounded of the audacity for him to say such a thing to her...

...She listened as his heavy feet marched down the hall, and she heard as he slammed the bathroom door shut. It was obvious that he was going to take a shower, and Bulma couldn't believe that he could do something so casual after ending the conversation the way he had.

Without her realizing it, there wear hot tears welling in her eyes. Now her mind, which was always so complex and ecstatic in its workings, was racing with hundreds of thoughts each second. Like a beehive that was filled with thousands of humming insects, they were all screaming things at her that only made her feel ridiculous and stupid. All of the red flags she had chosen to ignore, all of the foolishness she'd let herself participate in, and she'd done it all beside her better judgement.

The man had kidnapped her.

He'd boasted nonstop about how horrible he was, all of the murders he'd committed, and how proud he was of it.

Vegeta had never done a single thing to indicate that he was even capable of something as human as compassion, but still. She'd dumbly put an unfair amount of trust in that pompous bastard. The fact was that, even if he hadn't been a monstrous killing machine, she still had only known the guy for a few weeks... How could she have been so naive, to allow herself to become such a victim of her own hopes and emotions?

"Idiot," The bees in the head taunted. "Fool. Stupid. You did this to yourself. Why are you surprised!? Idiot!"

Why did it hurt so incredibly bad that he would say such a thing to her? It shouldn't have come as a surprise as all. His words implied that even she meant nothing to him, despite how they had seemingly bonded over saving one another on during quest for the dragon balls. Despite their recent explorations of one another's body. Despite it all, he could do something like this.

The gall of that man, to say something so careless, even as they sat naked in the afterglow of a passionate shag!

"Love?" Bulma growled, furiously wiping the tears from her eyes. Perhaps she had been naive enough to assume she might have been growing on the saiyan prince. And perhaps the pang in her heart was indicative of an even bigger problem that she didn't want to bring herself to admit…

Perhaps this was all true, but that didn't change the fact that Vegeta was a fucking asshole!

She jumped from the bed, realizing just how messy she felt between her inner thighs. She growled to consider it. Once again, he had left her on her own right after getting his own physical relief. He ditched her so he could clean himself off, even though she was the one who had received the majority of the mess. He hadn't bothering offering to let her go first!

Too enraged to care that she was soiling the fabric, Bulma yanked her favorite robe from the hanger in the closer. She threw it on, fumbling as she hastily tied it around her waist, and then she was storming for the door.

The Bluehead didn't go to the bathroom, though. She charged right past the door, her focus on making it to another part of the capsule house instead. And when she arrived in the kitchen, she threw open the refrigerator door, her eyes landing on the item she desired.

It was a large aluminum pot of chicken broth, leftover from the meat she had boiled earlier on. She had originally planned to save it for Vegeta so he could drink it down with his meal the next morning, but that wasn't going to happen anymore. What did she care?

Carrying the cold pot as she sped back to the bathroom door, Bulma had to be careful not to spill the sloshing liquid as she moved so hastily. And then she finally arrived to the bathroom, and she kicked the door open without a knock.

Just as she'd expected, the shower curtain was drawn, and there was the loud sound of running of water eliciting from behind it. Steam was wafting through the room, and Bulma instantly felt heavier from the humidity as she marched right in.

She knew that Vegeta could hear her presence, and the fact that he didn't bother to even call out to her only irked her more. Soon enough she made it to the shower, and carefully she freed a hand so she could throw the curtain open.

"Woman!" Vegeta barked instantly. Finally, he was acknowledging her presence, but of course it was only to express his irritation.

"Saiyans don't love?" She snapped, ignoring the irritation in his eyes. "You jerk - you piece of shit! Is that how it is, then?! There's no such thing as love to you people?!"

And then she did it – she turned the pot over, watching as the cloudy liquid flew from the container and coated his pompous chiseled face.

This didn't make her feel any better - she quickly realized that the main flaw in her plan was that Vegeta was already actively showering. He would only be messy for a brief period, for it was too convenient that he was in close proximity to soap and running water. Frustrated, and knowing she had no way of actually hurting this horrible man, Bulma resorted to throwing the entire pot at him.

It hit him in the stomach, and he didn't so much as gag, before it fell to the shower floor with a metallic clang.

"You don't fucking love?!" She continued, still not satisfied. Her cheeks were hot with the salty tears that has returned to her face, and she wiped them away with a growl. Why was it that she couldn't do a single thing to get to him!? She couldn't say or do a single thing to affect him emotionally or physically, and it was driving her mad!

Vegeta merely watched, wide eyed, as she lunged for him. In the shower she went, with her robe and all, as one of her hands flew out to meet his cheek.

This was when the saiyan finally intervened. In the blink of an eye he caught her wrist, stopping her slap just centimeters from his face. This action finally seemed to sober Bulma's rage, for she immediately froze in mid-act. She stared into his eyes, seeing a shadow of something that he'd only looked at her with during the times they had sex.

The shower had completely coated her by now, and her hair clung to the sides of her face as she trembled.

"Bulma..." He growled, tightening his fingers around her wrist, his eyes never leaving her own.

"You're an asshole." She hissed, trying to pull her arm out of his grip. "You... I can't believe-"

"Stop."

He said this, and she obliged. Even as she berated herself for it, she ceased with her struggle against him completely. And, feeling pathetic, she allowed herself to be pulled into his chest.

"Saiyans don't love." He said, so calmly, so slowly. "We just don't. Understand?"

Bulma might have pulled away, but his lips found hers before she had the chance to. And the feel left her motionless as he slowly massaged her mouth open with his own. The way he always embraced her told such a different story than his words, and she hated how confusing it all was. What did he want with her?! What was going through his head?!

He pulled away to look into her eyes once again. And then he spoke, only repeating one word this time. And it came out as a question. "Love?"

She blushed, unable to stop herself. It was as if he was reading her mind, announcing her feelings for him before she had the chance to process them, herself. But, then again, her harsh reaction to his words had certainly done the trick in conveying her conflicting emotions, hadn't it?

And then he took her by surprise, just as he leaned in to offer another kiss. "Love..." He repeated, just before closing the gap between them, as if testing the word on his tongue. This time, when their lips touched, she hugged him back...

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"Fuck!" Vegeta barked, sitting upright in bed. Yet another memory had invaded his dreams.

And what was worse, it had been yet another memory from her point of view. It haunted him, the way these came so frequently, and he had no control over stopping any of it.

Yet this time he awoke with far less tension than usual. This dream hadn't been so bad. Not nearly as bothersome of the others he'd experience. Sure, he had done something to upset her (yet again), but the memory had ended on far better terms...

What more, this meant that she was okay. At least, after the chilling screams that had been invading his mind too frequently, she was still alive. He had no way of knowing her condition, and that in of itself was killing him. But at least she was alive. She still had a chance.

"Ahh!" Why couldn't he have just stayed asleep?! At least when he was unconscious, he didn't have to suffer through all this damned rage!

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The sadness hit her before her eyelids lifted. The sound on the door rattling was what stirred the Bluehead, and she lamented being awake as soon as the consciousness was on her.

… Why?

Why couldn't she have just remained asleep? The dream she'd been having - it was really starting to get good. It felt so vivid, and so real, as they held one another under the hot steam. It was too much to bear when she remembered that it had just been a distant memory, and nothing more. Bulma truly wasn't anywhere near the saiyan now, had no way of communicating with him, and yet again she was struck with the woe in not knowing whether he was even alive...

Trying not to let herself focus on the condition Vegeta had been in when she last saw him on Namek, she turned lazily to eye the slave that was making her way around Bulma's cell.

Too quickly this had become routine. She had to visit Frieza once a day, during which he would say the most confusing things to her. Threats about how misleading Vegeta was. Promises that the only person who could truly keep her safe was Frieza, himself. Comments about how reluctant he was to have to torture her, but then he'd do it so easily and carelessly. Each and every time, she'd end up writhing on the floor, crying and moaning incomprehensibly as her body was swept with a pain like nothing she'd ever encountered.

And then, when it was done, he'd make more comments about how well behaved she was, before casting her back to her cell.

She dreaded the time when Zarbon would arrive to drag her to him…

And the recovery from these visits was just as horrendous. She had hardly any energy, and at times the idea of even thinking a full and coherent thought felt far too tiring of a task. Most of Bulma's time alone was spent laying on her bed, staring at one of her walls, hugging her protruding stomach.

There was no telling what all of this torture did to the baby. She only got one meal a day, and even though it was filling, was it enough?

There were many nights when she would be awoken from her sleep, only to be attacked by some random guard that had been patrolling the halls. These encounters almost seemed to be following a script, because each and every time they transpired in the same way – the mystery man of the night would grab her, fondle her, curse a slew of insults at her face. And just when she truly believed that he'd achieve his goal of violating her in the worst way, Frieza would show up to apprehend her assailant.

It was just too convenient that the lizard was always there to intervene at the most crucial time, wasn't it? Bulma was suspicious that this was all orchestrated by Frieza himself, and each time he ran a claw down her cheek to promise that only he could truly protect her, it made her stomach churn. What kind of sick game was all of this?!

It left her weak, both emotionally and physically. She hated the idea of going to sleep, because she had a very good idea of what she would wake to. Yet her dreams had become the only thing she had left to look forward to, as the rest of her existence had taken on a very redundant and dreadful pattern…

A key jingled as the slave finished her task of cleaning Bulma's toilet. The Bluehead stared at her, not bothering to utter a word. After so many unsuccessful attempts at getting any of the slaves to speak to her, Bulma had given up completely on communicating at all. It was clear that they weren't permitted to have a conversation, and she wasn't going to push it anymore. Why should she bother?

So, it took her by surprised when the slave actually spoke. Her back was turned as she washed her hands in the sink, but sure enough, she actually said something. "Seems so weird to me."

Had Bulma heard right? Had the slave really been talking to her, or had she just spoken a passing thought out loud? Curiously, as if she'd been mistaken, the Bluehead found the energy to sit up. "Did you just say something?"

"I said, it seems weird to me." The slave huffed irritably, as if Bulma was an idiot.

The frown planted on Bulma's face only deepened at this. She'd felt compassion for these girls that paid her visits, and the first time one of them finally spoke, they had an attitude in their voice? Was there nobody on this ship that had a decent personality? "What seems weird?"

"You do." The girl frowned. "He could have taken anyone in the entire universe for all he cared, and Vegeta chose you? None of us can believe it."

"Oh..." This again. Bulma let her head fall back on the pillow now. She was getting tired of people saying the same things to her about Vegeta; about how she'd somehow convinced him to betray Frieza, about how none of the current situation would be happening if it wasn't for her influence. How she didn't suit him at all, because she was too ugly or weak. As if Vegeta couldn't think for himself. As if she had forced herself upon him. As if this horrible place was somehow nice, and he'd been brainwashed to want to try and change his life. Apparently, this slave was about to go off about the same thing, and Bulma didn't care to hear any of it.

"What was it like?" The slave asked now. She started to approach Bulma, who was startled by how forward the girl was being.

"I didn't do anything that anyone says, okay?" Bulma replied. "Vegeta chose to run off on his own accord. I just happened to meet him."

"No, not that! You don't actually think any of us believe that crap, do you? What was it like having sex him? That's what I want to know!"

"Are you kidding me?" Bulma sat up again, and this time her voice was the one that was hostile. "I don't even know you, how dare-"

"You're the only girl we know of that's had the prince and actually lived to tell about it." The girl snapped. "Of all people, it had to be you?! You won't even share details! You're so puny that I doubt you'd even survive him. I don't get it."

"What do you mean I'm the only one who lived to tell about it?" Suddenly all Bulma could imagine was Frieza slaughtering any girl that came Vegeta's way... Would she be next?

"You don't know?" The slave stuck her nose up in the air. "Prince Vegeta's reputation is notorious, and you didn't know?! Where did he find you?!"

The Bluehead's teeth were gritting as her jaw tightened. She might have been exhausted, but Bulma was still having to use every part of her mental will to keep from yelling at this snappy girl. "Look." She finally growled, digging her fingers into the bedsheet. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm new here... And nobody talks to me, unless I'm in the middle of being harassed by Frieza or his henchmen. And no, nobody on my planet knew anything about the likes of Vegeta at all. I'd never heard of Frieza's army, not even about the saiyans... So, if you actually tried explaining this to me instead of just insulting, that'd be a lot more helpful..."

"He prefers to be referred to as Prince Vegeta. He has a royal title, there's no way you don't know that." The girl spat, but her scowl softened slightly. "I wasn't around back then, but all the newcomers get told the story. It's part of our training. Years ago, the Prince became well known for punishing the girls who would seduce him. It was six or seven of them total, but it was still enough."

"Go on..." Bulma straightened. She wasn't so sure if she wanted to hear this tale, but of course she was intrigued.

"A lot of us thought he was cute, but we were warned by the olders that we shouldn't ever flirt with him." The slave continued. "Back when the Prince was younger, he'd banish the girls he had sex with, never to be seen again. Apparently, it started with a contest over who could have him first. Eventually one girl came running in the kitchen and announced that she'd just finished with him, taken his virginity she did, but before she had time to go into detail he showed up and dragged her away. It was a big fright, it was, to see him show up in the kitchen! At least, that's what I heard, I didn't actually witness it."

"No way." Bulma gasped.

"Yeah. It happened several other times. One other girl boasted about only having a kiss, she never lived to see the next meal. Apparently, it wasn't long before girls started disappearing completely, never returning from a visit to his room. If one of us said we were going to try to seduce him before paying the Prince a visit, we'd just never be seen again. Poof! Vanished and gone! Understand?"

"What do you think it was?" Bulma asked. She could easily imagine the fate of all those women, but she didn't want to think of it... It couldn't be right... There had to be some other explanation. "Did anyone ever find out what happened to them?"

"Not really, but I'm sure you can guess their fate... Surely you aren't too stupid to do that. Xelia, the oldest girl around, said that she was leaving food for the Prince once and he warned her not to even look at him. Apparently, he threatened to snap her neck if they happened to lock eyes. She made the mistake of grazing his foot when she set the tray down, and she narrowly avoided an energy attack as she went running out of his room. She never volunteered to take the food to him again. She still has a scar where the blast burned her arm."

This was horrible! With how Vegeta behaved when she first met him, she could imagine him doing such a thing, but it was too much to bear. Her stomach turned, and she had to turn to hide her face from the slave.

"That is why we can't understand what made you immune. There's nothing redeeming or exceptional about you." The slave continued. This time there was disgust in her voice. "You're overwhelmingly below average, if that."

"Stop it." That was it. Bulma had had enough of being belittled and talked down to. She pushed herself up from the bed, holding her head as high as she could with her fatigue. "Who do you think you are?! You don't know anything about me, and I won't let you talk to me like that! For all I know, the things you're saying about Vegeta are lies! Now, get out of here! And don't you ever speak to me like that again!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Bulma was choked off. Her eyes widened with surprise, for in an instant the slave was on her. As slender and frail as she looked, she obviously had quite a bit of concealed strength. Even though she was the same height as the Bluehead, she was able to easily raise Bulma off her feet and into the air. Her knuckles tightened around the Bluehead's neck as she lifted her, the slave's red eyes narrow and cold. "Look at you." She hissed. "Pathetic."

This was too much for Bulma, for the claustrophobia of having hands around her neck was triggering flashbacks to when Nappa abducted her from Namek. Tears filled her eyes as all of the images blurred her mind. All of the struggle she'd been through, all of the desperation. For all she knew, she was back on Namek at that very moment, and there was nothing she could do. With as helpless as she felt, especially in realizing that even this slave could overpower her, Bulma truly felt as pathetic as the girl described her to be.

"You know what I think? I think this is all a lie. I'll doubt you ever came face-to-face with the prince. You made it all up, lied about it for the attention. Now it's backfiring on you, isn't it? You'll die here as punishment for your hoax. Frieza will kill you someday, as soon as he gets bored. You're so fragile, you aren't even useful as a cleaning servant. And I'm sure the child in your belly was fathered by a peasant on your backwater planet, too. There's no way Vegeta would procreate with a bug like you."

Bulma's eyes grew even more wide. This slave knew of her pregnancy?! Nobody had said a single thing to her about it since arriving here. She assumed that it had somehow gone over everyone's head! Did that mean Frieza knew, after all?!

It was then that the slave dropped her, flat on her rear. In that moment Bulma hated herself more than she ever had in her life. There wasn't a single way she could stand up for herself. Every ounce of pride she'd carried with her for her entire life, every bit of grandeur, all of her dignity… It had completely diminished, and she couldn't even stand up for herself to the teenaged girl that was throwing insults at her in her own cell.

"Talk to me, or any of the other girls, like that again. I dare you." The slave snapped. "We may not be allowed to kill you, but I doubt Frieza will care if you get a few bruises and cuts. After all, you deserve it."

"Vegeta will come for you when he finds out." Bulma shot. "I'll tell him exactly what you've said and done. I may not be as strong as you, but that won't matter once he's here!"

"Is that what you think?!" The slave snapped. "You just keep getting more and more dimwitted! Why would he come? He already made it out. He wouldn't sacrifice his freedom for ANYTHING, and especially not YOU."

And then the slave turned, but not before stomping her foot down on the tray that had been left for Bulma. "If you want to eat, you'll have to do it knowing that it's touched my feet. Bitch."

Without another word, the slave had slammed the cell door shut, and was disappearing down the hall. Humiliated, Bulma's self-esteem had never felt so low, and she couldn't fathom the unresolved rage that was pummeling the pit of her stomach.

"They're all horrible!" She broke down, curling her legs up to her chest. Now she truly didn't know what to think or believe in. She hadn't even been sure that Vegeta was alive in the first place, but with the news she'd just been told… Had he really killed the women that he'd slept with before? Nappa had bragged that Vegeta should have done it to her, even, so was that based on his history?

Now Bulma was just so confused and conflicted. There was a chance it was all made up, but there was an equal likelihood that everything was true. The idea of being intimate with such a man, and then being slaughtered after it was all over… What if it had been her? Perhaps it could have been, if he hadn't needed her for the dragon balls…

Perhaps…

Perhaps, if he was alive, he wouldn't bother saving her. If women were so disposable to him, then maybe she was too, now that he didn't need her help with the dragon balls… After all, he had wanted to use the Namekian balls to wish himself back to his home planet, hadn't he? To assume a life that he would have lived had he never met her, as if any of the time they'd shared together hadn't been of concern. It didn't matter that this wish wouldn't be feasible – if that was where his mind was, why would he veer away from it now?

"Oh Kame," She breathed, trying to conceal her sobs. She didn't even know what to think anymore! What were her own thoughts, and what were the ideas that were being forced into her by her environment!? Was she crazy to be questioning it all, or was she just facing reality? Was she going crazy?! She just couldn't take it anymore!

And now, she felt like she couldn't even cry in yearning for Vegeta's presence. For all she knew, she would never see him again…

For all she knew, he was alive, and he had long moved on…

AN:

It's been a while, but I am finally updating! I hope you have been having a good year so far. I am so angry at 2020 for being rude to us all, but I know we'll get through it!

More is coming real soon! Hang on tight!