Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Lost ❯ The Space Between ( Chapter 15 )

Hello kids!! This chapter isn't as long as the others…

There is a slight lemon in here =)

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Again thank you to my beta/separated from birth twin sister AylaWilson16 for beta'ing for me. And for staying up with me (which is huge, since there is a 3 hour time difference) and giving me ideas, advice, and fantastic feedback on this fic =)

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It took Bulma fifteen minutes to drag the very heavy and very unconscious Saiyan Prince into the cave. When she finally got him in, she did a quick check to make sure all of the Nadukes were gone. She found the cave was endless, but seemed empty.

When she felt confident that there wasn't any danger lurking in the dark cave, she went right to work on Vegeta. With her legs, she moved him so he was laying on his stomach, exposing the very large gash on his back. Shreds of loose skin hung loosely on Vegeta's back, exposing the muscle and fatty tissue. The sight made Bulma's usual steal stomach want to turn inside out. She cleaned the blood, dirt and gods knows what else that covered Vegeta's back, making herself not react to the gruesome wound the prince was sporting. Quickly, she carefully clean out the gash and dumped a vile and a half of blue goo over his back and wrapped him up with gauze. She then flipped him over and sanitized and dressed the nasty looking stab wound he'd received from the snow beast's poisonous barb.

Vegeta was sweating profusely. So much so that his hair was saturated in it, weighing it down so it lay limply over his shoulders instead of it's usual gravity defying fashion. His face was twisted in pain, and his eyes darted to and fro wildly behind his closed lids. His hands gripped at the thick blanket Bulma had covered him up with and was mumbling things in standard language and in his native tongue.

With every moan and painful groan that escaped his lips, Bulma's usually calm posterior cracked. She had seen worse things and helped patch up people that had been injured from battle, but it never really bothered her. Maybe because she didn't have a connection with her patients or possibly because she didn't care for them like she cared for the prince. She was helpless. The only thing she could do was be there for Vegeta and wait for the fever to burn off the infection that coursed through his body.

Not sure what else to do, Bulma curled up next to the fire she had made and fell asleep as she watched the Saiyan next to her sleep fitfully.

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He watched helplessly as the lizard gripped her neck and lifted her off of the ground, bringing her to eye level.

“Hmmm, you are a delectable female aren't you? I can see why my monkey prince has kept you from me.” Frieza's beady red eyes shifted from her to him, smirking evilly.

Vegeta emitted a growl as he tried to shake off the two guards that held him in place.

“Let her go.” He growled through his clenched jaw. He was trying very hard not to let his desperation and fear known. However, It was proving difficult when her wide blue eyes silently pleaded with him to save her… her and the life she carried within her. He felt the panic roll off of her and knew he had to think of something quick or all would be lost.

Frieza let out a hearty laugh. “Now, why would I do that?? It seems you've been a bad boy.” His clawed hand shoved the Woman's head to the side, exposing her neck and pointed to a scarred bite mark. “Tsk, tsk my dear boy.” His hand then snaked its way down the front of her, making sure to caress her large breasts as his hand made it's way to the hem of her shirt. His sinister smirk grew into a toothy smile as he yanked her shirt up, exposing the small but obvious swell of her stomach. “You thought you'd be able to hide this from me?” He cooed.

“I swear to the gods, if you do anything to harm her I will fucking kill you.” Vegeta snarled. His hatred of the vile lizard was starting to break through… He was shaking furiously as his ki started to snap and spark around him.

“HA!” Frieza chuckled as he caressed Bulma's stomach. “The babe will be mine. The child will serve me just as you have. But instead of inheriting an insubordinate little monkey, I'll be able to shape and mold this little one the way I see fit… he'll be my little pet.” He whipped Bulma around, so her back was flush to his scaly body.

Vegeta could tell she was trying so hard to be brave, for him and their cub. She was struggling desperately to keep the tears at bay. They both flinched as Frieza licked the side of Bulma's face and grabbed a hand full of her left breast.

“I've always wanted to do naughty things to a woman with child.” He said into her ear, loud enough for Vegeta to hear.

The Prince's ki cracked again as he watched his mate let out a cry from Frieza's touch. Vegeta could hardly feel the blood drip from his hands, as his nails dug deep into palms in a weak attempt to keep his anger at bay. It was too soon. Too soon to take the tyrant on. He could do nothing for his his mate for fear of throwing all of his hard work away if he were to challenge Frieza now.

“NO!” he roared. “NOO!!” Golden light engulfed him and power erupted out of him at such force, it threw the guards that were holding onto him back and through the walls behind him. He felt alive, in tune with everything around him, power surged out of him.

Frieza watched as the Prince's hair sparked from black to golden and smiled at him. “Monkey wants to play does he?” He cocked his head at Vegeta and without so much as a blink of an eye snapped the woman's neck and dropped her to the floor.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

Bulma shot up from her makeshift bed of dirt, eyes blinking trying to focus on her surroundings.

Vegeta was now sitting upright, beads of sweat dripping from him. Tears streaming freely down his cheeks as his blue ki surrounding him weakly as he looked furiously around him.

“Vegeta?” Bulma whispered as she crawled to him but kept her distance, his crackling aura keeping her from making physical contact.

His head whipped around to her, seeing her beautiful face and immediately dropped his ki seeing her worried eyes looking at him. She quickly closed the space between them and brought him into an embrace.

He surprised her when he grabbed hold of her, wrapping his meaty arms around her, his touch was desperate. A sob racked his body and he tightened his hold on her.

“He killed you. He killed our cub. I will avenge your death.” He said against her neck.

Bulma's brow furrowed. What was he talking about? He must be hallucinating.

“Vegeta, I'm ok. I'm not dead. I'm right here.” She soothingly stroked his bandaged back.

He shook his head. “He was going to steal our cub. He was going to take him away from us. I will avenge you. I will avenge the both of you.” He then slumped in her arms.

She carefully placed him back onto the ground, thankful he'd passed out. The grip he had on her was crushing her. She lightly caressed his cheek and watched helplessly as his face twitched in agony.

Bulma wasn't sure what to think of what just happened. He was clearly hallucinating… but he had hallucinated that somebody had killed her… and their child? She wasn't sure what to make of that. He, the prince of Saiyans, who did not want any attachments, had hallucinated they were mates and had a child…

She inched her way closer to Vegeta, lifted his upper body and positioned herself to so she could cradle his head in her lap. She held onto his hand as he slept fitfully, now and then whimpering her name or yelled out something in his Saiyan language.

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Vegeta slowly opened his eyes and scanned the room. The fire, he assumed the Woman started, had since dwindled down to just bright embers not even throwing off any heat. Bulma lay nestled in the crook of his neck and her tiny hand intertwined with his.

He wondered how she ended up sleeping with him… As a matter of fact, how in the world did they get into this cave? He lifted the blanket up off of his upper body and saw the he was bandaged from his pectorals down to his waist.

Vegeta frowned down at Bulma's sleeping form. She must have dragged his sorry ass into the cave and tended to his injuries. He relaxed and tried to remember what had happened before he passed out like a weakling. He remembered frying a whole mess of snow beasts with his Gallic Gun, remembered getting stabbed in the stomach and the Woman injecting him in the heart with the anti poison and then… nothing.

He concentrated harder. Fragments of him trying to save somebody… Somebody important to him ... he concentrated harder.

The memories of his hallucinations slowly came to light. He was mated to her… and was pregnant with a cub. Their cub. And Frieza killed them both. He remembered the power within him pump through his veins at the sight of her lifeless body. Was this the power the Bardock had told him he possessed?

He carefully untangled his hand out of hers and got up, making sure not to wake the sleeping woman. Rolling his neck and shoulders, he was pleased to find that he only felt a little week from fighting the nasty infection he had and the two major injuries he'd received were partially tender but healing nicely, thanks to Bulma.

Finding a small pile of capsules next to her backpack, he opened each one and grunted when he found what he was looking for. The Woman did think of everything. She had packed him an extra pair of clothing and armor. He tore of what was left of his under armor and quickly dressed, not appreciating the bite of the frosty air that chilled even him.

Making sure the woman was bundled up properly under the blanket they shared, he grabbed his scouter and walked out of the cave. The blizzard had died down and it was now snowing lightly, even the sun was peeking through the dreary clouds.

“Nappa.” He called through his scouter, and waited patiently for a response.

“…Vegeta.” Nappa's voice crackled through the scouter. “We were about to send a search party for you. Are you and Bulma alright?”

“Yes, we are fine. We were unable to beat the blizzard last night so we found shelter in a cave.” He left the other parts out. He was alive, and there was no point in telling him of his misfortune with the snow beast's poison.

“I'm glad to hear it. The Namekian has done a scan of the planet. There seems to be a small pack of Nadukes in your area. Once you've eradicated them, the mission will be complete.”

He really didn't want to deal with anymore of those stupid beasts. He sighed heavily. “Alright, the Woman and I will take care of it. We will be back at the ship in a few hours.” He ended the transmission and went back into the cave. The Woman was still asleep, curled into a ball and bundled like a burrito with the thick blanket. The prince squatted down and gently ran his fingers through her silken locks that lay spread out around her head. He studied her face… she truly was a beautiful woman. Everything from her full red lips to her hypnotically gorgeous blue eyes, everything about her was unique and made her… her. He truly didn't know why he gravitated to a beautiful woman, with such a pure heart. A woman like this shouldn't be around a murderer of worlds with a heart of black and hatred.

His hallucination was a warning. A warning to remind him that he couldn't afford to have a happy ending. Ever. He knew if he lived through the real thing, of seeing her killed by the hands of Frieza, or anyone for that matter, he would go insane. He needed to cut his loses now, be rid of her and the silly emotions she made him feel.

He ran his fingers through her hair once more. The gentle feeling of his hands caressing her hair had woken her. Her big blue eyes opened slowly and smiled sleepily when she saw him hovering over her.

Vegeta stared down at her, torn. What was he to do? The look on her angelic face instantly removed any thoughts of removing her from his life. He instead found himself compelled to kiss her.

Before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed her, pulling her upright. His arms wrapped around her tightly and brought her into an intense kiss.

The grogginess of having just woken up disappeared. Bulma's heart pounded against her rib cage as she aloud him to deepen his kiss. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they yanked and pulled desperately at his under armor. He growled into her mouth, and reluctantly broke the kiss off as he ripped his clothing off and then doing the same to her. Once they were both rid of their clothes, he greedily brought her into another kiss.

He draped the thick blanket over them, keeping the warmth between them.

What happened to `This means nothing, Woman'? She thought inwardly. She was about to ask but quickly threw the question out of the window as she felt his rock hard erection tease her awaiting folds.

She groaned when he separated their lips and planted kisses on her jawline and down her neck. The Woman purred as he licked the delicate skin, letting his aching teeth graze over her jugular. The need to bite down was pulling at his brain… The need angered him.

His head snapped up, his angry lustful eyes looking directly into her half lidded eyes. He quickly grabbed both of her roaming hands and pinned them above her head.

“You're ruining me!!” He roared.

Before she could ask what he meant, he thrust into her, impaling her to the hilt. She screamed out both in surprise and in pleasure, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively and arched her back urging him to go deeper…faster.

His furious black eyes never left hers as he willed himself to keep his head up and away from her neck. With every thrust he chanted to himself that this was the last time.

Bulma stared back at him. Her naked chest panting as he drove into her with angry fervor. And although she was enjoying every last bit of this, she couldn't help but feel that this wasn't ordinary sex… obviously. It seemed as if he was pissed that they were doing it in the first place. But she wasn't to blame, he started it.

Her thoughts melted as she felt the familiar tingle in her lower abdomen and her inner walls clench around his throbbing manhood that was deep inside of her.

Within in seconds she let out scream of pleasure that was soon overpowered by the feral roar that came from Vegeta as he spilled his warm seed within her.

He released her wrists and rolled off of her. He silently got dressed and tossed her clothes to her without giving her so much as a glance.

“You were really sick last night.” She said as she pulled her pants back on. “I assume you're feeling better?”

He kept his back to her and yanked his boots back on. “I'm fine.”

“I think you were hallucinating too.”

He looked at her over his shoulder. “I don't remember.” He lied.

She nodded her head. “Ya, well, I couldn't understand half of what you were saying. You were speaking mostly in Saiyajin.” She turned away from him, grabbing the blanket from the ground and folded it. She opted to keep his little outburst about him avenging her and their imaginary `cub' to herself… for now.

He let out a silent sigh of relief. He didn't want her to know what he had hallucinated. It would have just made the situation even worse.

“We have work to do. Let's get this shit cleaned up and get moving.” His gravely voice more rough than usual, as he stuffed the loose capsules back into the woman's back pack and tossed it carelessly on the ground.

She shot him a perplexed look. What was his deal? She eyed him as she grabbed the bag that was just tossed into the dirt. He looked rigid, on edge and bitter… more than usual. Something was eating at him.

The anger hadn't left his eyes, though there was always a glint of that particular emotion, she supposed. But there was something else… it almost seemed he was scared. But of what?

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They were able to get rid of the small pack of snow beasts with ease. There was no need for using the Prince's powerful energy attack this time. He did however use his pent up anger and frustrations on the animals.

Bulma almost felt sorry for the poor things. Vegeta had left her on high ground again, using her as back up with her sniper rifle. She watched through her scope as he tore them all to shreds, laughing maniacally as he punched through their seemingly soft heads and ripped them limb from limb.

He looked scary with the beast's blood smeared all over his body. The Nadukes even seemed to be scared of the crazed prince, some attempting to flee from him before he viciously slaughtered them.

When he was finished, he calmly flew up to Bulma's perch and grunted at her that it was time to get back to base. They walked silently back to the ship, where everyone was waiting for them. Bulma kept her mouth shut, she honestly was wary of the Prince's crazed demeanor.

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She now sat silently on the ship as it made it's way back to base. Bulma frowned at Vegeta who was sitting across from her. He was ignoring her. Deliberately.

Besides the seemingly angry sex and the short conversation they had this morning, he had barely said anything to her, unless you count him barking orders at her while taking care of the remaining Nadukes. He was going out of his way to not even look in her direction. It wasn't like he was a conversationalist, but she could tell there was something going on. He would have at least thrown an insult or something her way by now…

Bulma stood up and sat down in the empty chair next to him. He tensed up, but stayed still, keeping his arms crossed over his broad chest. His scowl deepened as he gave Bulma a side ways glance and noticed that she was looking up at him.

“What?” He growled.

Bulma's eyes narrowed on his. “What is your deal?” She hoarsely whispered at him. She tried to keep her voice down, since they were surrounded by her team.

He returned her icy look, but remained silent.

“Come with me.” She stood up and offered him her hand. He scowled at her and turned his head away from her. “Look, if you don't get your ass up and come with me, I will sit here and annoy the shit out of you…” She stood in front of him now, with her hands firmly planted on her hips.

Vegeta scowled deeply at her. He knew very well she had the ability to annoy him beyond his limits. With a defeated sigh, he stood up and followed her as she led him into a small storage room. He leaned against a set of shelves waiting for her to talk.

She pressed her lips together as she thought of what to say to him.

“What is going on?”

He looked at her questionably.

She carefully mirrored him, leaning up against some shelves across from him. “I mean, between us?”

He flinched at her question. “There is nothing between us.” He said coolly.

Bulma cocked her head to the side, her eyes turning dark. “I don't believe you for one second, Vegeta.”

The prince let out a snort and rolled his eyes at her. “That so?”

Bulma pushed off of the shelving and took a step forward. “That is so. Deny it if you wish. I don't know what there is between us, but there is something… and what happened to us not having sex ever again? You made that clear while on Utopia, but then it happened again.”

He shot her a blank look.

Her eyes softened as she looked down at the ground. “Honestly, I was hoping you'd have an answer for my question…” She pressed her lips together as she contemplated her next words. “Do you feel anything for me?” The last part was barely above a whisper, but Vegeta heard her loud and clear.

What was he supposed to say to that? The very word `feel' was a disgusting one. And he wasn't sure how to decipher the blasted feelings he had for her. Should he tell her that every time she is near all he wants to do is take her? And that it took all of his restraint to refrain from sinking his teeth into her flesh and bind them for all eternity? No, he would never admit it. The dream/hallucination had made his decision for him. Feelings of love and caring were for the weak, and the Prince of Saiyans was not weak. He would go along with his plan. Cut her out of his life, only be near her for necessary things... But what he wanted to say and what he did say were completely different.

“You are a fool. Someone like you has no business wanting to be with someone like me.” He closed his eyes tight, trying to fight a migraine that was now forming. He opened his eyes and focused on her.

“What do you mean `someone like you'? Vegeta, I don't care what you've done in the past. I said it before, you had no choice. I can see what you truly are.” She took a step forward and placed her tiny hand on his chest, above his pounding heart. “You deserve happiness, Vegeta.

He dropped his head, all of the sudden feeling too tired to respond or react. If only she knew what she was doing to him.

“I need space, Woman.” He lifted his head, getting an eyeful of her bright blue eyes.

“Space? Vegeta, I wasn't the one that jumped my bones this morning!!”

“I…can't…I…ARG!” He pounded his fist at the wall next to him. He was stuttering like a dumbass. She had him stumbling over his words, too scared to tell her the truth. This whole conversation was making him furious. With a low growl, he narrowed his eyes onto hers. “Woman, can't you get the hint? You were just an easy fuck! Convenient. Willing to spread your legs for me.”

And there it was. Hurt written all over her face. The Woman set her jaw and shook her head. “Fine.”

She turned to leave but stopped herself. “You're really good at this, you know.” She said over her shoulder.

“What's that?”

“Denial.” She then left him alone in the closet.

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They all exited the ship, thankful they were home.

Raditz slung his arm over Launch's shoulders, making her blush.

“How's about we meet up later on tonight and get some drinks?” He asked her, giving her his sexiest smile.

Launch giggled and nodded her head. “Yes! Lets!”

Bulma rolled her eyes at the two of them as she quickened her pace and pushed past Vegeta and Nappa. She made sure not to look in the Prince's direction as she made her way to the elevators. Just before the doors closed she saw that Vegeta was staring at her.

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Vegeta watched the Woman push past he and Nappa, deliberately keeping her head down.

“Prince Vegeta.”

The prince turned towards Bardock who had entered the hangar.

“You are needed upstairs, if you would follow me?”

Vegeta walked behind Bardock, too lost in his thoughts to register where the older Saiyan had led him. When he stopped walking he found that he was in what looked to be somebody's private quarters.

He turned around in time to see Bardock nod to him as he closed the door, leaving Vegeta alone. The prince turned away from the now closed door and scanned the area. He stood at attention, sensing somebody approaching from the bedroom, he straightened, preparing himself

for an attack.

His clenched fists dropped limply to his sides as the person emerged from the other room.

He blinked as he looked at the woman that stood before him. Her long black hair and matching eyes hadn't changed a bit. She was just as beautiful as he'd remembered her to be. It looked as though she hadn't aged in the twelve years they had been separated.

“Mother.” He said quietly.

Alina smiled softly up at him, but stayed were she was. She wasn't sure how her son would react if she all out hugged him.

“My son. My Vegeta.” She said in a happy whisper.

They stood there silent for a moment, staring at one another.

“Please sit.” She motioned for Vegeta to sit on the couch he was standing in front of. She gracefully took a seat on the couch opposite of him.

Vegeta reluctantly sat, never taking his eyes off of his mother.

“I'm glad to see you are still alive and well after all these years.” She said with a confident smile. “Then again, I had no doubt. You are after all my son.”

The prince grunted, but said nothing.

“And you're so tall and hansome… not to mention powerful. I can feel your energy from here.”

“…where…where is my brother?” He finally said.

Alina sighed deeply, looking away from Vegeta. “He's on Vegeta-sei. Unfortunately, your father has poisoned his mind.”

Vegeta's eyes darkened at the mention of his father. “Explain.”

“…Tarble is not like you, Vegeta. He is weak. He has the fighting skills of a third class soldier. Since Tarble was what he had to work with, the King made sure that I had no influence on him. He is pure evil, just like him. Hateful. Spiteful… everything a King shouldn't be.”

He didn't want to ask, but he did anyway. “Why didn't he have you produce another cub? One that was more powerful?”

Alina's eyes snapped to her son's face. “It wasn't for lack of trying… but the many beatings I had endured made it impossible to carry any more cubs.”

Vegeta growled as he pushed the memories of his father forcing his hand on his mother.

“I can tell you are more pure hearted that your father and your brother.” She said.

“I am anything but pure of heart, Mother.” He said icily.

Alina stood up and looked at her son knowingly. “Your heart may be tarnished, but who's isn't?” She smiled at him. “You don't give yourself enough credit, my son.” She walked over to him and grasped his hand. “Come, let's eat. We'll catch up over an early dinner.”

He stood up, allowing his mothers arm to latch onto his elbow. The sound of food made his stomach growl.

They sat in the cafeteria for what seemed like hours, although it didn't seem like it to them. The cafeteria was now abandoned, except for them and a handful of people grabbing a late dinner or a snack.

Vegeta told his mother of his life in the Cold Army, skimming over the more brutal details. In turn she told him of what happened after his father gave him to Frieza.

“Your father has gotten paranoid over the years.” She said sitting back in her chair. “Even though he got rid of you, I think as the years went by, he always thought you'd come back, seeking revenge.”

Vegeta let out a hearty laugh. “Oh I will be seeking revenge. Right after I tear the bastard lizard limb from limb… I'll be coming for him.”

Alina patted her son on the arm. “I'm glad. He deserves whatever you do to him. Although, I must warn you, the army he has created is the fiercest I've ever seen. And he is constantly surrounded by bodyguards.”

Vegeta grunted as he speared a piece of meat from his plate and stuck it in his mouth. He looked up to see his mother's attention was not on him anymore but on something to the right of him. Curious, he turned slightly in the direction of which his mother was looking. He stopped chewing for a split second when he noticed who had caught her attention and turned his head away.

“So, my dear son. Do you plan to mate the blue haired woman?” She asked, motioning to Bulma who was piling food onto her plate as she conversed with one of the cooks.

Vegeta, who was in mid swallow, choked on his food at his mother's question. He pounded his chest with his fist, clearing his air passage. He let out a loud cough and stole a glance at the woman. He was thankful, for once, that she was not mindful of her surroundings and was now putting her ear buds in her ears as she moved down the cafeteria line.

Alina lightly chuckled at the reaction her son gave her. He looked cute when he blushed, but she didn't dare say so out loud.

“Mated? Me and the Onna?” He shook his head. “Mated? No. I don't have time to mate anyone. It is a waste of time and a warrior such as myself has no need for one.”

The Queen shook her head. “But I heard that the two of you have a bond, that you two have… potential.”

“No.” He said darkly.

“Vegeta, what do you plan to do once you've reclaimed the thrown. You do wish to be King, yes?”

“Of course.”

“If you are to be King, you will need a Queen at your side and will need to produce heirs. From what I gather, Bulma would make a fine queen.”

“I do not need a Queen at my side. As for heirs, I will breed with a strong Saiyan woman.” He watched as Bulma absently took her plate of food and left the cafeteria. `Thank the gods.' He breathed inwardly.

His mother opted not to push the subject. No need to push… she knew the truth, it was very obvious she meant something to him.

Vegeta escorted his mother back to her quarters. After saying good night, he found that he was too wound up to go to bed. He needed sleep, the events from the past day had worn on him, but everything that happened between he and Bulma within those twenty four hours put him on edge.

Curse her for doing this to him.

He turned on his heal and headed to the tavern of the base. A few drinks would help soothe his nerves, then he'd go to sleep and wake up fresh in the morning, ready to train.

The tavern was packed but easily found Nappa, Raditz and the blue haired woman with seemingly multiple personalities and Goku. He sat down at their table and joined in the on the round of ale and numerous shots of hard liquor they had brought to the table.

After finishing off a large glass of ale, Vegeta quickly downed a few shots, mostly to drown out the annoying chatter Raditz's woman was spewing.

He kept quiet, and brushed off any conversation anyone tried to start with him. Too lost in his self loathing, he barely noticed the beautiful blonde sitting next to him, who was now rubbing on his leg.

“Drinking to forget?” She asked as she ran a finger up his thigh getting dangerously close to his package.

He looked down at his leg and then up at her. “What do you want?”

“Me? Well, I saw that you seemed to be down in the dumps… I figured I could help you out.” She gave him a sexy smile as she licked her lips seductively.

“Hn.” He took a swig of Nappa's ale, who was too busy arm wrestling a young Saiyan female at the table next to them.

This woman could probably get his mind of the other woman. He leaned back in his chair, giving her better access to his upper leg.

After all… the sooner he got the blue haired woman out of his mind, the better off he was.

He looked to the blonde and smirked sexily at her. He barked at one of the waitresses to bring more shots.

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Bulma rubbed her eyes as she entered the elevator. She had spent hours in her lab, catching up on projects and helping her staff with issues and was now dog ass tired.

She was going to wait to go to her lab until tomorrow, but the chat she and Vegeta had on the ship on the way back had weighed heavily on her, so she decided she needed a distraction and found herself in the lab.

While soldering wires together on a prototype of a new scouter, she had come to the conclusion that even though he needed `space' she needed to tell him the truth. And the truth was that in the time she had spent with him, somehow she had fallen for him.

She needed to tell him, then she'd give him all the space he needed.

The sound of the elevator doors opening pulled her back from her thoughts as she stepped out and walked passed her apartment door and continuted to Vegeta's. She stopped in front of it and took a deep breath and knock before she put anymore thought into what she was doing. For if she did, she would have pussed out and gone home.

She heard a thump and then a giggle come from behind the door. She looked at the Apartment number making sure she got the right one.

Someone was fumbling with the keypad on the other side and another giggle and thump was heard. Finally the door opened.

Vegeta stood before her, he had a sheet wrapped loosely around his waist. The confident smirk quickly melted seeing who was at his door.

Bulma was frozen in place. The naked Saiyan barely registered as she looked past him and was now staring at the naked woman lying in his bed.

She tore her eyes off of the woman and looked up at the prince.

“My mistake.” She said, not noticing the tears that streamed down her face. She turned away and started walking down the hall.

Vegeta stumbled out into the hall way as he held onto his makeshift robe. “Woman.” He said in a low rumble.

Bulma turned around, wiping her damnable tears away. “Space.” She said through gritted teeth. She turned around and walked away, letting the tears flow freely down her cheek.