Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Lost ❯ Easing Into This Friend Thing ( Chapter 17 )

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Friend. What a pathetic word, with an even more pathetic meaning.

One might argue that Raditz is my friend, or even Nappa. No. They are my comrades. Brothers in arms. There is a difference. I am having a hard time trying to figure out this kind of relationship. Could it possibly be because my new friend is a woman that I quite possibly want become my mate? Or is it because I never really had a true friend?

Vegeta sat crossed legged, his hands placed on his knees and his back stick straight as he watched Bulma and Goku spar. He watched her intently, grunting when he approved of an attack and barking at her when she did something not to his liking.

He had taken it upon himself to strengthen her hand to hand combat skills. They had been following this routine for two weeks now, ever since Planet Corza. He still required some space from her though. The revelations that came to light that night still was a little too much for the Prince to handle all at once. So, he decided that while he was on base and when he required breaks, he'd summon the Woman and teach her a few things. These training sessions put him at ease about her being attacked if he wasn't present to protect her. Sure, the Namekian did an ok job training her, and yes, she was spry and could fend for herself. But he felt as if she wasn't as efficient and hadn't blossomed to her full potential…

Their training sessions usually only lasted for about an hour and afterwards the two of them would grab dinner. Sometimes they'd eat with Nappa and Raditz, Launch, Goku and Chi Chi, sometimes with the Queen and sometimes by themselves.

It was strange to Vegeta, but at the same time, kind of fulfilling and at times a bit awkward. There was always that moment at the end of their meal, the prince would be heading back to the gym to continue his training and Bulma would be either be heading back to the lab or her apartment, they wouldn't know what to do when they went their separate ways? They weren't quite sure.

One time Bulma went in for a hug and Vegeta mistook her actions for a kiss. The mistake made the both blush and quickly went their separate ways.

It was taking some time, but it was worth it…and it was getting easier in time….

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Bulma ducked another swing from Goku. His fist nearly missed her head and she lost balance as she attempted to dodge his other fist. She fell right on her ass.

“STOP!” Vegeta bellowed. “Woman, you must concentrate! You must anticipate the next attack before it happens!”

Goku helped Bulma up, giving her an apologetic look.

She nodded her head and got back into a fighting position. She was getting tired and was in dire need of a shower since she was sweating profusely. This particular lesson was difficult, Vegeta told Goku to turn it up a notch with their sparring.

She was quite proud of herself. Other than having a few bumps and bruises and possibly bruised ribs, she was holding up pretty good.

“Actually you guys, I promised Chi Chi I'd be home at a decent time tonight. I have to go.” Goku said, scratching the back of his head.

Bulma patted him on his shoulder. “It's ok, Goku. We'll see you tomorrow.”

Goku gave her a hug and nodded to Vegeta and left, leaving the two of them in the gym.

Bulma flopped down onto her back on the sparring mats.

“I'm going to be very, very sore tomorrow… I don't think I can even get up to get dinner.”

Vegeta got up from his sitting position and walked up to the Woman.

“Hn… are you sure about that?” His face was serious as he looked down at her.

Bulma looked up at him, questionably.

Her eyes grew wide and she barely had enough time to spring up off the ground before Vegeta's powerful fist came crashing down, narrowly missing her.

“What the fuck Vegeta!!! I thought we were done!!”

The prince gave her a playful scowl as he advanced on her again. He was much more nimble than Goku. She couldn't help but think that he was dancing the way he moved as he punched and kicked gracefully but deadly.

“Do you think battle ends when the soldiers tire, My Little One?” He purred at her as he kicked at her.

She successfully blocked the kick, her adrenaline giving her, her second wind.

Bulma never really sparred with the Prince before… other than using him as her punching bag when her emotions over took her. In actuality she was very much intimidated by him when it came to fighting. She had seen what he did during battle, and although she knew he wouldn't hurt her, it still didn't change the fact that he was a fierce warrior and she really didn't want to be at the receiving end of one of his punches.

She quickly backed away from him, but the prince quickly advanced on her. Just as Vegeta wound up to do a combo punch kick, Bulma dropped down to the ground. She smiled when she heard Vegeta growl at her. Not missing a beat she sprang into a handstand and wrapped her legs around Vegeta's neck and used her weight to bring him down to the ground.

Vegeta landed on his back. Of course he let her overpower him. There was no way someone of her strength could even budge the Prince, let alone a Saiyan. But it was all in the name of training…

She squatted down next to him with a triumphant smile on her beautiful face. “How was that?”

He grunted as he got up. “It was a decent move.”

Bulma nodded her head, her smile getting a little bigger. In Vegeta talk, that meant, I'm proud of you.

“I require sustenance.” He said as he grabbed a towel and tossed it to her and then one for himself.

The cafeteria was full. They grabbed their food and surveyed the layout. Nappa, Queen Alina and Bardock were eating dinner in the far corner of the room. Vegeta and Bulma made their way to the large circular table, the Queen giving them a smile as they sat down.

Alina was pleased to see their little spat was over. She was tired seeing the two of them mope around.

“Oops.” Bulma mumbled. “I forgot to grab a drink. Does anybody want anything while I'm up?”

Everyone shook their head… except for the prince.

“Get me more meat, Woman.”

Bulma arched an eyebrow at him and bowed sarcastically. “Why, yes your royal highness. Anything else?”

Vegeta smirk through a full mouth of food. “'Bout time you learned your place, Wench.”

Bulma rolled her eyes at him and punched him the arm before she turned to get back in line to get Vegeta's meat. She piled a plate high with the two different varieties of meats the cooks had prepared and headed to the drink station. As she filled a cup up with water, she felt someone approach her from behind.

She looked over her shoulder and saw that Yamcha was standing behind her, looking at her expectantly.

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Vegeta was barely paying attention to the conversation the older saiyans at the table were having. He was too busy eating, replenishing his energy for another bout of intense training.

His chewing slowed as he felt the woman's energy spike with distress. The prince slowly swallowed and swiveled his head towards where Bulma was. The grip he had on the fork in his right hand mangled the metal into an unrecognizable twisted shape.

The conversation the occupants at his table were having halted as the deep growl emanated from Vegeta's chest grew louder. Their attention was now on what Vegeta was staring intently on.

Bulma's face was showing pure anger and a touch of hurt as Yamcha stood in front of her… a little too close to her for Vegeta's liking. His index finger was pointing and wagging in her face as he talked at her. Vegeta was straining to hear what the scarred man was saying but his voice was too low for Vegeta's sensitive hearing to pick up.

The Prince's anger grew by the second as he watched the idiot weakling. He was upsetting Bulma… he didn't like.

He stood up, his palms planted on the table top, readying himself to take action if need be.

His tense muscles eased a bit as he saw Bulma's face twist into a sneer and she said something to Yamcha and swatted his finger out of her face. She calmly turned around, picked up a plate full of food and her drink and stomped back to the table. Vegeta sat down as she approached the table, and wordlessly grabbed the plate full of food out of her grasp.

Bulma sat down with a huff, here cheeks flush with anger.

Alina looked at her son, who had gone back to stuffing his mouth. The look of slight concern in his eyes as he watched Bulma from the corner of his eye.

“Um, my dear Bulma. What was that all about?” The Queens sweet voice made Bulma look up at her.

The blue haired woman shook her head. “It was nothing. My dumb ass ex-boyfriend is just that, a dumb ass.” She took a deep breath and picked up her fork and started eating. Not giving the table anymore explanation.

Bulma remained silent for the rest of dinner. Vegeta did not try to ask her what the exchange between her and the idiot was all about until after everyone excused themselves from the table.

“Woman,” Vegeta said as he shoved his plate away from himself and leaned back in his chair. “tell me what that was all about.”

Bulma knew the question was coming. She rolled her eyes as she thought about what Yamcha said. “It's nothing really, don't worry about it.” She said, not looking him in the eye. She knew if she told him what Yamcha did say, she would probably be signing his death warrant.

The prince narrowed his eyes on her. “Woman.” He said warningly.

She tucked her blue hair behind her ears as she looked up at him. “Yamcha has been cornering me a lot lately. He doesn't like that I'm hanging out with you. I think he's jealous… He said that if we were to become romantically involved you'd ditch me after you got what you wanted and I'm not good enough to be with a Prince.” She chuckled. “He even went as far to tell me that I need to be with someone more like him!! Can you believe that?”

She watched as Vegeta's eyes practically bulged out of their sockets at the last statement.

“You of all people do not deserve anyone like him!! Anyone that fucks another when their mate has been tortured and raped almost to death deserves to die!!” He clenched his jaw, the mental image of Bulma coming home, broken in more ways than one and finding that scarred bastard and the red headed whore in her head made him want to rip the asshole's head off just on principle alone. Never mind the fact that the prick was trying to tell Bulma how to live her life.

“Seriously, Vegeta, don't dwell on it. He's an idiot. I honestly think he hates that got over him easily and that I'm not jealous that he's getting married… well, I mean it bugs me that he's getting married, but that's not the point.

“What do you mean when you say it bugs you that he's getting married?”

Bulma shrugged. “I don't know. I guess I just always thought that I'd be married by now… granite, I'm only twenty years old… but I guess life has a different plan for me.” She stood up. “I'm going to go back to my place and take a nice hot shower and then go to bed, will you walk me?”

Vegeta shoved off of the table and stood. “You're more than capable of walking yourself to your quarter's, Woman. I have training to do.”

“Jerk.” She gave him a playful smirk. “See ya later.” Bulma then turned and walked out of the cafeteria.

Vegeta stood there and made himself count to ten before he let himself leave the cafeteria. He really wanted to hunt that puny excuse of a human down and shove his foot right up his ass. When he got to ten he found he was not calmed down, but left the cafeteria any way. If he were to run into Yamcha on the way to the gym, than he'd give him a piece of his mind… and his fist… and foot…

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Bulma turned the shower up as high as the heat would go. Her muscles were screaming at her. She gingerly climbed in and let the hot streams of water hit her body and smiled.

She wasn't sure if Vegeta had noticed he'd call her things… sweet things. Today he called her `His Little One' and just yesterday she overheard him call her `His Woman' when he was talking to Raditz.

For the two weeks that he had agreed to be `friends' it had become quite clear that she was falling deeper in love with him.

“How did this happen?” she asked herself out loud.

It was painful to know that she would never be able to be with him the way she wanted to. She then thought about trying to get into the dating game again, but the thought of dating and/or marrying anybody else didn't sit well with her. She just couldn't imagine being with anybody else but Vegeta.

She lightly pounded her head against the tile of the shower. This wasn't going get any easier for her.

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The next morning Bulma found that Vegeta and his men had left for their next mission. They were being sent to a small planet that were inhabited by creatures that resembled rabbits… except they were the size of a medium sized bear. They weren't hostile, in fact, they were quite dumb. Since the size of the planet was small and there weren't any hostiles they only needed Goku and the young Saiyan, Derka down there just to speed up the process. According to Bardock, it would only take twenty four hours until they were expected back on base.

“Bulma.” Bardock said, stopping her in the hallway. “Would you be willing to do a small mission? It would only take a day.” He handed her a file.

She took it and opened it up. It seemed that they were a short distance away from a planet that was in Saiyan territory and they had a couple of people that wished to be under the protection of the rebellion. It seemed pretty easy.

“Sure. I'll be ready to go in about thirty minutes.” She said giving him a nod as she read over the file.

Bardock stood there, not sure how to tell her the next part. He braced himself. “Yamcha will be going with you.”

Bulma clenched her jaw and tried real hard not to scream at her commanding officer. “No. Absolutely not. Anyone but him.”

“Bulma, I understand he isn't your favorite person. But, he is the only one available right now.”

Bulma opened her mouth, but was cut off by him.

“You can't go by yourself.” He chuckled inwardly as she crossed her arms and huffed. “You'll be in and out of there before you know it.”

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She walked into the hangar and had to refrain from gagging. Dory was making a scene, crying and hugging Yamcha.

“What am I going to do while you away??” She whined.

Bulma walked passed her and up the ramp to their ship.

“With her?” She added loud enough for Bulma to hear.

Not did bother with a response. She had an itchy trigger finger, and didn't want to be reprimanded by Bardock for killing her.

She went to the cockpit and started the engines and prepped for take off. It would only take thirty minutes to get to the planet.

Once she heard the hatch to the ship hiss and latch closed, she took off. The sooner they left, the sooner they got back.

She didn't bother leaving the cockpit. Instead she sat in her seat and peered out of the viewing screen. Her thoughts drifted to the information she received from her informant on Corza. It was vague and wasn't particularly helpful. Yun gave her a chip with a couple messages from the mystery leak. The messages were to a couple free planets that pertained valuable information about the rebellion and their base, offering them information as a bargaining chip to give to the Cold Empire. As far as Yun and his intel recovered, Derlyn Perts was the only one that actually used the information the leak gave them for a bargaining chip.

But what wasn't clear was what they wanted in return. Bulma had read over the messages over and over again, in hopes to find any kind of clue as to who it was that wished to hand them over to the cold empire, but she was unable to find anything that could help her.

“Entering planet's atmosphere in ten point five minutes.” The computerized female voice announced.

Bulma checked the nav computer and strapped in.

“B?” Yamcha said as he entered the cockpit.

Bulma cringed. She absolutely hated it when he called her `B'. She didn't really care for it when they were dating either.

“What?”

He sat down in the co-captain chair. “You mind if I strap in up here with you?”

“If you must.” She said with a sigh. She turned away to double check the nav computer. She hated that she was alone with him, his presence set her on edge, especially since he was starting the bad habit of cornering her every time he saw her and only if she was alone. He would say the same thing.

“I don't like him, B. He's bad news. Honestly, he's just interested in one thing, then he'll just throw you away and find someone better suited to help run his planet at his side.”

She ground her teeth as she pressed the buttons forcefully. She felt his eyes on her and knew it was only a matter of time until he started his Vegeta hating tirade.

“Listen, B. I just-“

Bulma whirled around and faced him. “Enough!! If you say one word about Vegeta I will kick you square in the balls!” She whirled back around again, not wanting to look at him.

He remained silent for a few beats, but proceeded to ignore her threat. “Listen, I just don't want to see you get hurt. I've heard stories about him, he is borderline insane! I've heard from ex-Cold Empire soldiers that Vegeta is known for raping women when purging planets, he'd rape them in front of the husbands and fathers, all with a smile on his face. He enjoys the kill, he-“

Bulma shook her head furiously, trying to tune him out. Lies, all lies. There was no way Vegeta could do those things!! He hated the very thought of men abusing women. Hell, he'd known her for a couple of minutes when he saved her from that Zorbon character and started an epic bar fight as result. He even took on three men who was about to take her into an ally way and have their way with her.

“-Bulma? Are you listening to me??”

She slowly swiveled her chair so she was facing the ships controls.

“No, I'm not. You lost me when you started spewing lies at me.”

“Entering planet's atmosphere in 5…4…3…2…1.”

They both gripped their arm rests as the ship shook as it broke through. She expertly piloted the ship and found a safe place to land. All the while ignoring the searing stare Yamcha was throwing at her.

He stared at her, frustrated at her stubbornness.

She ignored him as she turned the ships engines off and unbuckled herself and left the cockpit and headed to the hatch of the ship. As she did so, she secured her trusty black wig on her head, so blend in with the Saiyans.

He was on her heels as she exited the ship and started the very short walk to the small town in which their rescues were being held.

“B.” Yamcha said, warningly as he caught up with her pace.

“No Yamcha.” She surprised herself at how calm she sounded. “No more. I don't want to hear anything else about Vegeta.” She stopped and made sure he was paying attention to her. “He is the most pompous, arrogant, self absorbed man I know. He has prideful and strong and I have seen him put his life down on the line three times to save me.”

Yamcha's face gave away he dejection. But Bulma continued.

“You are not a part of my life Yamcha. You aren't even a friend. And even if you were, I still wouldn't heed your pathetic concern. All you are is a jealous man, who can't stand to see his ex-girlfriend find happiness with another man. Especially when that other man is 100 times the man you ever will be. And not that it's any of your business, but we aren't together.”

The scarred mans chest heaved in anger as she went on, but stayed silent. Her harsh statements striking a cord.

“You are not part of my life anymore, Yamcha. Move on, marry Dory and get on with yours and her life and leave me to mine.” She gave him one last look and started walking again but halted and turned back around. “And for your information, according to his mother, I would make a fine Queen!!” With that she turned around with a confident smile and walked on.

She could feel him seething as they walked into the small town of Shmorza. It was a small populated town, but were well known for their textile trade. Rumor had it, this is where King Vegeta had his capes and formal attire made.

They went directly into the heart of the town and into a small textile shop where the rescue's were being hidden. Just before entering the small shop, she ordered Yamcha to stay outside and watch out for trouble. He just mumbled something under his breath and leaned up against the building.

Bulma was greeted by a short stalky humanoid old man. He had a snow white beard and bright green skin. His small specticals rested on his little button nose.

“Madam, how may I be of service?”

She gave him a warm smile. “Hello, I am to speak with Pon.”

The old man adjusted his glasses, his friendly look faltered a bit but continued to smile at her.

“I am Pon. And you are Bulma, I presume.”

“Yes. I'm afraid you're a little too early. The two people you are to take back have not arrived yet. They are a few minutes out, my dear. But please feel free to look around.”

She bowed her head at him. “Thank you…” She reached out and felt a batch of fabric that was blood red. The material felt like silk but was heavy and sturdy. “This is beautiful!” She complimented.

Pon nodded. “Thank you my dear. It's a new type of fabric. I must say, it's fit for a king.” He boasted.

Bulma smirked. “What other colors does it come in?”

“Red, black, blue, gold, purple and white.”

Her smirk turned into a smile. “I'll take one batch of each, please.”

Pon blanched. “Madam, four batches will cost you one million credits.”

Bulma chuckled and grabbed a credit chip out of her boot and tossed it to the old man. “I think this will cover it.”

Pon scanned the chip and gave a delighted whoop and ran to the back to retrieve her purchases. He was gone for no longer than a few seconds, with six large batches of the fabrics she requested. She put them in a capsule and tucked her purchases in her boot.

She wondered around for a few minutes, looking at the alien fabric, but her shopping was soon interrupted when Pon called her to the back. He led her to a receiving area where there were two young girls, not older than fourteen.

“Bulma, these two will be the one's you will be taking back with you.” Pon motioned to the two girls. The one with uncontrollably spiky black hair looked at Bulma suspiciously, the other one gave Bulma a meek smile as she hid behind her shaggy hair.

“Hello.” Bulma waved to them. “What are your names?”

The one with the spiky hair hesitated and then spoke. “My name is Torra and this is my sister Tulla.”

“It's nice to meet you Torra and Tulla. You girls ready to get out of here, and get to your new home?”

They both nodded at her and followed Bulma back into the front of the shop. She briefly stopped and bid Pon farewell.

“Please feel free to come back anytime!!” Pon said, waving enthusiastically.

“Alright, Pon. Thank you.”

As soon as the three of them exited the shop, Bulma immediately knew something was wrong. For one thing, Yamcha was not where she had left him. And, the street was bare and quiet. Windows and shutters were closed tight, doors to the shops around them were closed unlike they were when Bulma and Yamcha first got there. She unsnapped both of her guns in the holster and gripped them, readying herself for trouble.

“Something's not right.” She said under breath, looking cautiously up and down the street. “Come on girls, lets get back to the ship.”

The three of them stayed close to each other, and walk briskly away from the shop.

“HALT!!”

Bulma turned around. Five of the burliest Saiyans stood before her and the girls. They were so large and muscular, they would have put Nappa to shame.

“You three are coming with us.” One of them said as he advanced on the girls.

“Why is that, sir?” Bulma asked as casually and calm as she could. She kept her hands gripped on the butts of her guns, but kept her muscles loose but ready. Remembering what Vegeta had told her in one of their training sessions.:

“Woman, you must be loose and limber when going into a battle. If your muscles are tight, you will not be able to move quickly.” He said with a serious look. He always had that intense look on his face when giving her lessons.

“So that's why you always look so laid back before you kick the crap out of someone.” She mused.

The soldier stopped just a few feet away from them. “You won't be smuggling these two out, Rebel Whore.”

Bulma's eyes narrowed on him. `How was I found out??' She screamed inwardly.

“Girls,” She whispered. “Get ready to run.” Torra and Tulla nodded at her. “You know, I really don't like being called a whore.” She said to the soldier, haughtily.

The soldier gaffawed at her. “Well, get used to it. `Cuz that's what you'll be used for, a whore for my men.” The other men behind him snickered.

“Ya, I've heard that before.” She crouched down and delivered a round house kick to the man in front of her. He stumbled back a couple feet, not really expecting someone so feeble to actually try an attack. Bulma then un-holstered her pistol and shot at the other soldiers. “RUN!”

The three darted down the street as fast as they could, Bulma's wig falling off in the process.

The bullets did no damage to any of them, it merely bought she and girls a head start, but were quickly being gained upon by the angry Saiyans.

Bulma fumbled with her utility belt that held all sorts of small compact gadgets. She yanked a small black cylinder that fit in the palm of her hand off of her belt and pressed a button. She tossed it behind her. The cylinder landed in front of the men and exploded, sending two of the five men into a cement wall.

“Keep running, we need to get to the edge of town where the ship is!” She yelled at the two young girls who were now sending ki blasts behind them. But in turn it only angered the soldiers who returned fire.

As they made it to the edge of town, Bulma threw another explosive at the group of charging men. She didn't bother to look back, the yells of them confirmed she hit her target.

The ship came into view. “There it is girls, run for it!!”

Bulma was losing steam and was falling a few paces behind Torra and Tulla, one of the draw backs of being human and not having Saiyan stamina. She looked back to see if they were still being chased. At that precise moment a ki blast from behind hit the ground just inches from Bulma's feet, sending her flying in the air. She landed with a thud on the hard dirt next to the ship.

Tulla scurried to Bulma's side, helping her up as Torra sent a ki blast to the remaining soldier, hitting him directly in the chest. They didn't wait to see if it was kill shot, the three of them entered the ship and closed the hatch.

Bulma shook her head, trying to get the disoriented feeling to go away and ringing in her ears to stop. She brought her hand up to her forehead and hissed.

“You have a pretty bad cut on your forehead, Bulma.” Tulla said.

Bulma nodded painfully.

“B! What was that!” Yamcha said running into the main gally of the ship.

“Where the fuck where you?!” She screamed.

“Well, I-“

Bulma wasn't in the mood to hear is lame excuse for almost getting her and the two girls killed. She ran past him to the cockpit of the ship and started the engines. She really wanted to kill Yamcha at that moment, but she couldn't do that and take off at the same time, especially when she knew there would be another bunch of Saiyan Soldiers coming after them at any moment.

She took off, and pushed the ship as fast as it could.

“28 minutes estimated time of arrival.” The female computerized voice announced to her.

She stayed in the cockpit. If she saw him, she'd shoot him. And shooting a gun in a space ship was not a smart thing to do. So she bided her time…

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Vegeta stood in his usual way, arms crossed, legs shoulder length apart and his face in his usual scowl. He, Bardock, Raditz and Nappa stood in the base's hangar discussing Vegeta's progress, training and their missions.

“Your progress is astounding.” Bardock praised. “When will you be ready to take Frieza out?”

Vegeta let out a frustrated huff. His power had grown ten fold but he still wouldn't be able to take the lizard on yet. He needed to get even stronger. “I still need more time.”

Bardock nodded his head and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off.

A ship skidded to a halt on one of the landing pads. And just as quickly as it landed the hatch opened and something flew outside violently. The four Saiyan's and everyone else who was in the hangar's attention was now on what was causing the ruckus.

Vegeta's usually stoic and statue like demeanor was broken at the sight before him. His mouth hung open and his eyes were large as he watched what was launched out of the ship, who after looking more closely found was the scarred idiot, scurry up to his feet and Bulma angrily run down the ship's ramp. Two young Saiyan girls, still on the ship's ramp watched Bulma with just as much shock on their faces as Vegeta's.

Yamcha was too slow to get onto his feet as Bulma flew at him, eyes full of rage and teeth bared. She yanked him up and punched him in the nose and then in the stomach.

The Prince laughed as he watched his pupil deliver beautiful blows, kicks and gouges to her opponent. He was ready to let her beat the ever loving shit out of the idiot weakling, but as he walked closer to watch Bulma use her new found battle techniques he found that The Woman was in bad shape. There was a nasty gash on her forehead, blood covered the left side of her face and she was growing sluggish with each blow she gave him.

He quickly ran and plucked her off of Yamcha. His muscled arms held onto her as she fought weekly to get out of his strong grasp and give Yamcha more of a beating.

“Where the fuck where you?!” She screamed. She felt whoozy and light headed. She shook it off and continued to scream at him. “We almost got killed because of you!!”

Yamcha spat out a tooth that Bulma had knocked loose and lightly touched his now bloodied and broken nose. “I saw soldiers making their rounds and ran back to the ship to hide-“

“That's why I left you out there!! You see trouble, you come in and warn me!! You don't run away from your post!!” She slumped slightly into whoever was holding her back, the whoozy feeling getting stronger.

“Fuck you Bulma-“

“ENOUGH!!!” Vegeta's voice boomed. “What did I tell you about fucking up another mission you piece of shit? You'd best hide from me, because the next time I see you, you will suffer at my hand.”

Yamcha shot him a furious look.

“Now get the fuck out of here, before I kill you myself!” Vegeta growled.

Yamcha sneered at the both of them. “Fuck you, fuck the both of you.” He turned around and stomped out of the hangar.

Vegeta looked down at Bulma. She felt heavier than she should. He gasped inwardly as he saw that she was hanging limply in his arms. She, having passed out while Vegeta and Yamcha had their little exchange. He twisted her around so she was facing him and was surprised to see his chest and arms were soaked with blood. He frantically ripped her shirt off and cursed loudly when he found that there was a large blast hole in her shoulder that was seeping blood.

He lifted her up and held her close as he ran at top speed to the medical wing.

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His patience was wearing thin. He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled sharply.

The two girls, who Bulma was sent to rescue, were stumbling over their words and stuttered nervously while trying to tell him exactly what happened to Bulma. It didn't take them too long to figure out who he was, and if he was anything like his father, his temper was epic.

“Brat, out with it! And stand up, for goddess sake!” He barked at Tulla, who was down on one knee, along with her sister, showing respect to their long lost Prince.

The two of them stood before him.

“Just tell me what happened to her!” He pointed at Bulma's unconscious form bobbing lightly in the regen tank behind him.

“We came under attack right after we left the textile shop. Five Saiyan soldiers started chasing us… Your mate took out four of them.” Tulla Said.

Vegeta's eyebrow twitched at the girl's assumption, but continued to listen.

“When we got to the ship, the soldier that was left fired an energy attack and hit her.”

“I took him out!” Torra announced proudly, pointing to herself.

Tulla rolled her eyes at her sister. “I must say, she is the toughest non Saiyan I've come across. She really handed that human his ass.”

Vegeta grunted and waived at the two, dismissing them from the medical wing.

They scurried off, not wanting to be in the grumpy prince's presence.

He turned around and looked at Bulma. Fury building in his gut as questions started flying through his head…

`What if they got a hold of her?'

`What would they've done if they did get a hold of her?'

`What would I have done if she was captured?'

`…What would I have done if she was killed?'

The last question threw him into a fit.

He twisted around, away from Bulma's regen tank and sunk his fist into the closest thing to him, which was another regen tank. Thankfully it was empty.

With one last look at Bulma, he stomped off. He was going to find the prick responsible for this…

beta'd by AylaWilson16