A/N: Do not own rights to DBZ or the Cure

Chapter Seventeen: Saiyan Instinct

Bulma checked her watch. The meeting with Arlen's mother had taken much longer than she had hoped. But it had gone well, with Mrs. Banks apologizing profusely for her son's behavior and accepting the fact that Arlen was no longer welcome on the Capsule Corporation grounds.

She had her father's assistant looking into an alternative housing community for the former gardener. She had known Arlen her whole life and although they had never really been friends or close acquaintances, she couldn't help but feel a responsibility towards his future. This mornings activities had nearly exhausted her and the day was still far from over.

At least her beauty appointments were moving along on schedule. She had just finished having herself waxed 'hairless" for the future viewing pleasure of her favorite sexy Saiyan and was now in the process of having her curly hair straightened. She planned to wear it up-swept, an impossibility in it's former state.

The mere thought of the evening ahead caused her stomach to flutter nervously. She was no stranger to speaking in front of large crowds, but this would be the first time addressing an audience including a Saiyan Prince. His opinion was important to her. She wanted this evening to be perfect and hoped her speech would not be too lame, boring or tedious.

"At least I'll look good," she thought with concession. Actually 'good' was not even close to describing the amazing dress her mom had sent her from Paris. She had already tried the gown on (several times in fact) and it was, in truth, stunning. She loved the pale blue, chiffon sheath with the daring low cut neckline; body hugging fit and shear fabric.

Bulma knew she would look gorgeous. The dress fit her like a second skin and she was going to play up the gorgeous gown with all of her assets.

She couldn't wait to see Vegeta in his tux, either and she hoped the fit would be as perfect as that of her dress. Of course he would look like a million bucks. Vegeta always looked regal, in everything he wore, even his underwear. And oh by the Gods, did he ever look good in just his underwear!

Bulma couldn't wait until the high society snobs of West City feasted their greedy eyes on her royal Saiyan escort. She giggled at the thought of their wicked little mouths drooling lasciviously at the sight of him.

Good thing he was coming home with her tonight. Bulma pressed her legs tightly together to try and control the throbbing heat that began whenever she imagined her and Vegeta together. The party would be comparatively dull to the fireworks afterward. If things went her way, tonight would be the night when she and the Saiyan Prince finally got down and dirty. She shifted slightly in her seat, the pulsing between her legs becoming almost unbearable.

Bulma had no doubt in her mind that Vegeta would be every bit as intense in bed as he was when he was training, eating or simply existing. The man had such a raw, animalistic energy about him. She knew once they consummated their relationship, it would be a while before she left the sanctity of her bed. Hell, it would probably be a while before she could walk again!

She giggled at the thought of herself bowlegged from an on-slaught of Vegeta pumping her until she practically exploded from pleasure. More giggles followed, along with full body shivers, "Wow! Am I horny or what?" she wondered.

Thinking of Yamcha had never turned on like this, but then again, Yamcha and Vegeta were about as comparable as night and day: Yamcha being good and simple, no complexity and Vegeta a sexy, dangerous challenge. Goose bumps covered her skin and an electric tingle shot up and down her spine imagining that deep, gravely voice whispering naughty things in her ear.

"Control Bulma!" she told herself sternly. Otherwise she was apt to call the whole thing off and attack him in his Gravity Room. "You promised Dad. You promised Dad," she chanted, making it her mantra to get through the rest of the day.

"All right Bulma, you're done for now", her stylist told her. She pulled herself from her reverie and smiled at Simon and then herself. She was pleasantly surprised at how long her hair was when straightened. She had worn it curly for so long, she looked almost alien.

Simon lowered his face next to hers. "You are simply gorgeous, Bulma Briefs! So what are we going to do with this lovely long hair?"

Bulma smiled. Simon had been doing her hair for ages and he knew her tastes better than she did. He had originally been booked to do another rich socialite's hair, but luckily the Brief's bank account was much larger than anyone else in West City. Simon dropped all prior engagements to be at Bulma's beck and call.

"I wonder what Mallory Von Haden's hair will look like tonight, seeing as I stole you away from her," Bulma said with a malicious grin.

Simon spun her around in her chair and announced, "Who cares darling! No amount of magic on my part would ever produce anything half as beautiful as you!"

Bulma leapt up out the chair and placed a small peck on Simon's cheek. "You spoil me so, a girl could get used to sweet talk like yours. Yikes! Look at the time," she yelped looking again at her watch," I have to go across town to our Cryogenics building and pick up the flowers for my hair. Let's synchronize our watches Simon; can I meet you back here at three? I have a nail appointment in an hour."

The hairdresser bowed with flamboyant flourish, "I'm here at your service, my lady."

Bulma grabbed her purse and pulled out a container full of capsules. She turned and gave Simon a wistful sigh, "You know, Vegeta could do well to take some lessons in etiquette from you. He's always such a grouch and would never lavish half as much attention on me as you do."

The young, effeminate man turned and gave her a wicked grin. He plucked a pack of cigarettes from his front pocket, lit one and offered the pack to Bulma. She nodded gratefully taking one from the pack. Lighting her smoke, Simon continued to smile with glee. "Speaking of the sexy beast, do you think Vegeta will allow me to do his hair for tonight? As magnificent as that man is, his hair is a total disaster."

Bulma nodded in agreement. "His hair is impossible, but since he has the same heritage as Goku, I know for a fact that there's nothing to be done with it. Besides, I doubt he'd ever let anyone get close enough to touch him, especially another guy. Vegeta bats for my team, not yours."

Bulma started the air car and accelerated off in a blur. She was anxious to see what the scientists were able to do with the lovely blue flowers. She had decided to wear them in her hair, but the concern of the flowers wilting sadly before the evening was over had plagued her. In a moment of her usual brilliance she had come up with the idea of freezing them into a crystallized form. She had called the lab first thing and had asked the scientists if this was a possibility?

The rogue team of workers had gladly accepted the challenge and so she had arranged a courier to deliver the flora to the lab. They had called during her hair appointment with Simon, boasting fabulous results and she was excited to see their handy work.

Bulma caught a glimpse of her newly straightened hair in the rear view mirror. Simon had truly worked some magic on her already. Her blue hair looked as soft as satin and she wondered if she should wear her hair up or leave it down? "I'll let Simon decide, he is the artist after all."

Bulma was pulled from her hair reverie by the ringing of the air car phone. She hit the talk/speaker button, answering as she took a corner at break-neck speed.

"Bulma Briefs."

The voice at the other end paused, as if not expecting her to answer so quickly. "Hey Bulma, it's me Yamcha…"

She bit her lip in irritation. She didn't have time to deal with her ex-boyfriend right now, but she forced herself to be pleasant. "Hey Yamcha, what's up?"

"Not much, just getting my suit fitted for tonight. Are you still going?"

Bulma scowled at the console and the phone that housed it. "Of course I'm still going, you idiot!" she snapped. She really didn't have time for this.

Yamcha laughed in his easy defensive manner, "Chill out Bulma. It was just a question. I just thought Vegeta would have backed out by now. I can't believe you talked him into going. Are you sure you can trust the homicidal little maniac? Because if he starts something, don't expect me to jump in and save you, I'm just going for the food."

Bulma resisted the urge to drive to wherever Yamcha was calling from and kick him square in the ass. Instead she chose to swerve and avoid rear-ending an elderly West City citizen out for a leisurely Saturday morning drive.

"Don't worry about Vegeta, Yamcha. I can handle him just fine without your 'help'. Now is there a reason for your call? Because I still have a million things to do today and listening to you bad mouth my boyfriend, is not one of them."

Bulma blushed at the realization of what she had just said. Had she really just called Vegeta her boyfriend? Yes. Yes she had!

There was silence on the other end of the line, except for a slight gagging noise. The thought of Bulma with Vegeta sickened Yamcha to no end, but he wisely held his opinion to himself. This was not the time to discuss her 'relationship' with Vegeta. He would talk to her later about this disastrous union with the little prick.

Yamcha took a deep breath and redirected the conversation. "Listen Bulma, I'm really calling to see if you still have those gold cufflinks that you gave me for Christmas a few years ago. You know, those really expensive ones with the diamond encrusted Y's on them?"

Bulma rolled her eyes and snorted, "How could I forget? I'm the one who paid to get them out of hock, remember?" She listened to Yamcha's embarrassed laugh and the flimsy excuse of being short on cash. She's heard it all before, so she interrupted, "Yes I still have them. I assume you want to wear them tonight to show off to that stripper you're dating?"

It was Yamcha's turn to snort, "She's not a stripper, Milan is a centerfold model. You're just jealous, Bulma."

Bulma held back another wave of irritation. She was hardly jealous of some air-headed bimbo who made her money from exhibitionism. She decided she needed to terminate this conversation quickly. She was really losing her patience with him and the frown lines created by their argument were quickly reversing the effects of the facial she had earlier.

"Listen Yamcha, I still have the cuff links. They are in my personal vault. I'll call Dad's assistant and have her retrieve them for you. Just stop by the main house, you can pick them up there. I'm on my way to pick up some accessories for tonight, so I probably won't see you until later, okay?"

"That sounds great Bulma! Listen, I've got several copies of Milan's latest photo spread in 'Big Tatas' magazine. I'll drop off a copy for you to look at when I pick up the cufflinks. That'll give you a chance to see what you're up against!" he said laughing obnoxiously.

Bulma growled and hit the 'disconnect' button and thought again about seeking Yamcha out and doing some bodily damage, but this was quickly forgotten as she realized she had just arrived at the Cryogenics lab. She skidded the air car to halt, parking in the spot normally reserved for her father.

"Fuck Yamcha and his stupid date!" she said to herself, slamming the door shut with a heavy release of anger. Having done this and feeling much better, she checked her fabulous new hair in the side mirror and went inside to see the results of the fine work of the scientific team.

Vegeta volleyed a final round of blasts, effectively destroying the training bot he had been battling. He disengaged the level one training mode and exited the Gravity Room.

He grabbed a towel from the shelf near the door and wiped away the perspiration from his face. He frowned at the dirt and grime that covered the white cloth and decided a shower was a necessity. The Woman had a thing about body odor and truth be told, since he had to come to settle on this planet, he had too.

He couldn't be sure if it was own arrogance and need for perfection or his increasing infatuation for the blue-haired beauty. He just knew that being around her made him always want to look (and smell) his best.

He grinned as he entered the bathroom. "You're getting as bad as Zarbon," he grumbled aloud. The mental image of him preening and prancing around in a thong with his black hair plaited into a long braid was enough to garner a rueful snort from the Prince.

"There's nothing wrong with a Warrior that takes pride in his appearance," he told his reflection in the mirror. He studied his image retrospectively and then added with a wicked smirk, "Especially if a well kept appearance will result in a night of wild sex with Bulma…"

Bulma!

The memory of her exquisite flesh exposed so daringly only hours before brought a serious and painful arousal to Vegeta's groin. He licked his lips in anticipation of what the night had in store for them both. He could only dare to imagine what lie beneath that pretty blue tuft of hair between those milky white thighs. These wicked thoughts only encouraged the bulge in the front of his pants

He supposed some well-timed hand jockeying would suffice for now; it would relax him enough for his much needed nap. His hair-thin patience was unsteady enough without being toppled with exhaustion. In order to prevent the obliteration of hundreds of annoying humans, he knew regeneration would be a necessity.

He shrugged off his dirty, sweaty training clothes and stepped into the cool mist of the shower. With his thoughts once again focused on Bulma, Vegeta missed the sound of a stranger entering the little house he shared with the blue-haired female.

Captain Ginyu, also known to the residents of Capsule Corp as Arlen, slipped inside the little bungalow with as much stealth as his newly inherited body would allow. He knew Vegeta was inside, he could smell the disgusting little monkey everywhere.

He stopped and listened for a moment, pondering the where-a bouts of the little traitor. The sound of running water told him he would find Vegeta in the bathroom, naked and defenseless and hopefully unaware of his impending doom.

Ginyu snickered gleefully to himself. This was going to be so easy!

He would finally get his revenge on the ugly little bastard that helped bring about the downfall of Frieza's Empire. Granted, Ginyu knew it was ultimately Kakarott that had destroyed the mighty Frieza, but Vegeta's treachery and subsequent defection to the other side had certainly been the beginning of the end.

Ginyu had always hated Vegeta. The Saiyan's arrogance and attitude had not garnered any respect or friendships within Frieza's army. The Ginyu Force had especially hated Vegeta, as the monkey never missed an opportunity to ridicule them.

Ginyu's hand tightened around the tranquilizer gun he had brought from the Reptile House. He had seen the employees of Capsule Corp bring down a cantankerous dinosaur with a single shot from a rifle such as this. He had no doubt it would bring the rude Saiyan Prince to his knees as well.

It would be a pleasure to torture Vegeta, payback for every obnoxious taunt, every uncultured insult, and every "Gay" joke in reference to the fine fighting dances of the Ginyu Force.

The fact that the Ginyu Force were indeed flaming homosexuals, was lost on the Captain.

"You disrespected me too many times, Vegeta. You challenged my skills as a warrior and you mocked my dancing. You shall be punished, you sawed-off Saiyan and I will love every second of my retribution," he thought with smug justification.

He crept quietly towards the door. Ginyu had waited with patience for this day and the plan was pure brilliance.

He froze momentarily at the sound of a voice. Was it the female that Vegeta was shacking up with? No, it was just the Prince of All-Assholes singing wretchedly in the shower.

Ginyu wished for a brief second that he could go into the room and twist the pint-sized demon's neck until the horrid squawking ceased.

However, Ginyu realized that it was not just the Earthling females that were powerless, it seemed that most of the population had not even a fraction of the energy he would need to resume his former glory. No, he would have to keep Vegeta's body intact, so he could body swap the Saiyan. But first he would have to subdue Vegeta long enough to get close, before getting his new form obliterated by the Monkey Prince's Gallic Gun.

Finished with his shower, Vegeta turned off the water and reached for a towel. He felt invigorated and refreshed, certainly his lower half felt better. He patted dry his still swollen genitals and thought again of Bulma.

Although he had masked his emotions earlier, he was incredibly pleased by her reaction to the flowers. Her happiness had infected him and he found himself imagining the multitude of ways her could bring such a smile to her face. This was an odd feeling for Vegeta. He had never concerned himself with anyone's happiness before, only his own.

But Bulma's smile and laugh were magical even to a hardened heart like his. He pulled on a pair of clean boxer briefs and ran a comb through his unruly hair. He watched as his black mane sprung to life into it's usual gravity defying style and stopped short as he realized that for the first time in his life, his motivation had changed from being the most powerful being in the Universe, to questing Bulma Briefs into his bed.

He smiled contentedly to himself at this understanding. His resurrection on Planet Namek had meant more than just a second chance, for Vegeta it had meant a total rebirth. He had a chance to find the ghost of the man he might have been, if he had been allowed to take the throne of Vegeta-sei. With Bulma at his side he could become stronger than ever before. He began a series of muscle flex poses for his own pleasure; the training in the Gravity Room was showing successful results.

Ginyu paused outside the door. "What in King Cold's name was he doing in there?"

He had always known the Saiyan to have more pride than his wee little body could contain, but did vanity have room to survive in there too? "He must store it all in that giant head of his," he thought with a snort and braced his self for Vegeta's eventual emergence from the little room.

Ginyu stepped back from the door and raised the rifle to his shoulder (as he had seen the humans do), cocked the barrel and waited.

Vegeta froze in mid-pose; he had heard a noise directly outside the bathroom door. He wondered if it was The Woman, or perhaps her weakling ex-boyfriend? Or even better yet, maybe that retard had returned for hopeful seconds. He hoped this was the case, he hadn't blasted anyone in ages and seeing the gardener again would give him the perfect excuse to kill.

Vegeta approached the door with caution; years of numerous assassination attempts had trained him to trust his instincts. He doubted the presence on the other side of the door was Bulma or Scar-Face; they were both too loud and too careless with their movements.

Who ever it was outside the door, was expecting the element of surprise to be on their side. "Well, I'll fix that!" he thought with a smirk and kicked the door off it's hinges and out towards the unknown offender.

Vegeta jumped out quickly, using the airborne door as a shield. His ever-present senses detecting an assailant directly in front of the doorway. The human yelped in surprise and ducked the soaring wooden object. It was indeed the feeble-minded gardener, but with Vegeta's keen observation skills he easily surmised that the human although weak, was a threat with a weapon in hand. He landed gracefully and immediately went into defensive mode, holding his hand outstretched in front of him to prevent any attack.

Ginyu stumbled out of the path of the door, cursing both Vegeta and the clumsy, oafish body he inhabited. He turned, regaining his balance and raised the gun once more, quickly finding the Saiyan in his sights.

Vegeta smirked and walked slowly toward the human. "Back for more are you, you pathetic waste of flesh? The Woman is not here to save you this time. Your pitiful act of revenge is going to get you nothing but a swift and painful death."

Ginyu, to his credit did not falter at Vegeta's threats and instead aimed the sight at the Saiyan's left shoulder. He pulled the trigger and shot a dart with enough muscle relaxant to paralyze twelve large dinosaurs and sneered, "Gotcha!"

Vegeta grabbed what he assumed was a bullet and gasped loudly when the sharp tip of the dart pierced the skin of his hand. He realized his mistake and ripped the point that was embedded in his palm.

It was too late, the toxin had already begun to swim in his blood stream and the Saiyan Prince fell heavily to the floor. He had lost all feeling in his limbs and torso but managed to rasp a heavy, "What have you done?" before losing the ability to move his lips to speak.

Ginyu dropped the weapon to the floor and walked over to place a hefty work-booted kick to the Saiyan's immobile side. Vegeta grunted at the sound of his ribs breaking and attempted to roll away from another attack. He found himself immobile and the recipient of another well-placed rebound of the boot.

"Poor Vegeta, the Prince of All Monkeys, beaten by a mere human. You're not so tough now, are you? Now you are helpless, weak and as ugly as ever. I don't know why Frieza, in all his brilliance, never thought of anything like this before. I suppose if he still lived, I could have replaced Zarbon as his most prized elite, just for having enough sense to find a way to shut you up!"

Ginyu stepped back and watched the powerless Saiyan with sadistic joy. He could see the inner-struggle within the smaller man, both to move his immobile body and to assess the situation in his ever- sharp mind. Ginyu chuckled with mirth and decided to help Vegeta along.

"What's wrong Vegeta, don't you remember me? And I always thought we were such good friends. I'm hurt that you can't recognize a fellow warrior."

The Saiyan squirmed uselessly, his eyes bright and hate-filled, never once leaving sight of the pacing form in front of him. He struggled to form a single word with his numb, unmoving lips, "GNNNNNNYU!"

The man beside him stopped his movement and smiled crazily, "You do remember me, Vegeta. I'm so touched. And might I add, you look adorable when you drool."

Ginyu laughed with malice and did a fancy pirouette, ending in an effeminate limp wristed pose. "Yes, it is I Captain Ginyu! And not only am I going to give you payback for every member of the Ginyu Force you murdered, I am going to take over that compactly powerful little body of yours."

He ended his dramatic pose, ignoring the obvious contempt in Vegeta's eyes and kneeled down by the motionless Saiyan to whisper in his ear. "You see Vegeta, as much as I hate your stinking little guts, your strength is going to allow me to take over this world and the Universe. And there isn't a damn thing you can do to stop me!"

He ran a rough hand lovingly over Vegeta's muscular back, "First I think I will have a little fun. I'm going to bugger the impudence out of that tight little ass of yours, and then when you can finally muster enough force to scream for mercy, I will exchange bodies with you. I'll kill you as the gardener and tell that little blue-haired fairy of yours that I found you skulking about and lost my temper. What is her name, Bulma?"

He giggled at the sight of Vegeta's futile struggle and added for dramatic effect, "And then I'll fuck Bulma up her tight little ass until she screams for mercy too!"

Ginyu released a maniacal roaring laugh and lifted Vegeta by the arm and dragged his listless and heavy form into the nearest bedroom. With a little effort he managed to lift the dead weight of the Saiyan onto the bed.

He flipped Vegeta over onto his stomach and gave a rough squeeze to the smaller man's back- side. He was enjoying this immensely and watched for a few moments as Vegeta struggled to move.

"You're not going anywhere Vegetable Breath, I've loaded you with enough relaxant to have hours and hours of fun with you. I know for a fact that your little lady doesn't expect to see you until later tonight. The human's mother told me this as she scolded 'me' for being such a bad boy earlier. Lucky for me the old bat is nosey enough to know everyone's business."

Vegeta desisted his movement and observed quietly as Ginyu removed his human clothing. He grunted angrily as the man approached the bed and sucked in his breath as Ginyu reached to pull down the elastic band of his underwear.

Ginyu sighed in eager anticipation; "Never in a million years did I ever think I would ever repay you for your treachery, Vegeta. And repay you I will. And I've got news for you, Saiyan. I've been humping horny female frogs for months now. I've got the stamina of a ram in heat."

Vegeta smiled silently to himself and replied, "Ginyu, I've got news for you too. I've been training in 500 times gravity since my arrival on Earth. And I've got the stamina of a GOD!"

He accentuated this by flipping over and bucking a well-aimed kick to Arlen/Ginyu's groin. Ginyu doubled over clutching his privates and groaned, "OH SHIT!" He toppled over the side of the bed.

Vegeta leapt up from his back and sneered at Ginyu as he desperately tried to slither from the room. "I've been faking you out the whole time Captain. You never had control over me. And," he added, spitting with venom, "You never will!"

Ginyu continued his painful struggle to get away from Vegeta. He turned in mid-crawl, back to look at the Saiyan and saw him standing on the bed, arms crossed in triumph and a murderous look in his eyes.

Ginyu knew it was a matter of run or die, so he mustered up an almost inhuman force and pulled himself to a bent-over running position. He ran screaming from the bedroom. Vegeta watched this with evil delight. He reached behind him and pulled his shorts up over his bottom. He stood almost thoughtfully for a few moments and chuckled maliciously.

"Three…two…one…time to die Ginyu!"

He blasted a huge hole through his bedroom wall and took flight through the opening.

Yamcha walked out of the main house of Capsule Corp, whistling happily to himself. He juggled the box containing the cuff links and wondered where Bulma was.

She had said she running some errands and he was sorry to have missed her. He felt a need to apologize for his cutting remarks earlier, but decided he would just male amends at the Charity Ball later that night.

He knew he had been rude in comparing Bulma to Milan; in all honesty that was like comparing himself to Goku. Yamcha knew he was strong for a fighter, but Goku was Herculean in comparison. Bulma Briefs, definitely a very pretty woman paled next to the exotic beauty of his date, Milan Reinardy.

Yamcha tossed the cufflink box on the front seat of his air car. He knew they would look impressive. Bulma had exquisite taste and they practically screamed extreme wealth, besides the fact that they would look really cool with his designer yellow suit.

He was just preparing to start the car. When a sudden and violent energy surge rippled through the air. The signature behind that ki was unmistakable as Vegeta's. Yamcha jumped out and caught his bearings. The source seemed to be coming from the direction of Bulma's new house. Fearing for his ex-girlfriend's life he lifted off immediately to find out what villainy the little bastard was up to now.

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Vegeta flew out of the little bungalow and found Ginyu still scrambling, naked, across the yard. He watched him with a cat-like amusement for a few moments and then landed several feet in front of his former comrade.

Ginyu stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide with terror. He knew from the homicidal look in Vegeta's eyes that his luck had just run out. Suddenly, in retrospect he decided that perhaps his life as a frog hadn't been so bad after all.

The Saiyan Prince again raised an outstretched palm and smiled. He shot a single blast of energy that knocked Ginyu to his knees. "That is for your pathetic attempt to destroy me!"

Ginyu shamelessly began to whimper and plead for his life. Vegeta ignored the wretched entreaties and raised his other hand. "This," he said while releasing a titanic ball of energy, "Is for what you had planned for Bulma."

The fury contained within the blast engulfed Ginyu, causing the human body to light up as if electrified. There was a moment of silence, followed by a sonic boom, which incinerated the former Captain Ginyu into dust.

Vegeta clapped his hands together, as if shaking off excess dirt and laughed at the depravity of the whole situation. Killing Ginyu had awoken the blood lust within and Vegeta felt the familiar inner primal tug to return to his previous life lifestyle of murder and debauchery.

Causing the death of Ginyu had been thrilling, an exhilaration he hadn't felt since Namek, but…

As much as his inner demons screamed for more blood, he couldn't just turn away from the life he had created here. Bulma had opened her home and her heart to him. Her pretty face was there, every time he closed his eyes. Her scent had permeated his skin; her love had resuscitated his once dead heart.

No, the death and destruction were a part of his past. Bulma was his present and his future was his evolution into a Super Saiyan.

Vegeta stumbled as he walked towards his home. The tranquilizer had affected him worse than he had ever let on to Ginyu. He suddenly felt very old and very tired. He gave up walking and floated his heavy body back through the hole in the wall of his bedroom.

He supposed he would have a lot of explaining to do, but first he would have to rest.

Yamcha felt his jaw drop open in disbelief. He had just witnessed Vegeta murdering the Capsule Corp gardener in cold blood.

The man had even begged on his hands and knees, naked and vulnerable, for the Saiyan to spare his life, but Vegeta had just laughed like a mad man and then blew him into the next dimension.

Vegeta had not changed. He was still a cold-blooded killer. He had just seen the proof with his very own eyes. Everything Yamcha had tried to tell Bulma about the evil Saiyan was true.

He watched with shock as Vegeta trudged wearily back towards the house. Yamcha nodded, affirmation of the truth shoring up his courage. He would have to confront Bulma with the facts, her reaction would be severe, but it was for her own good. It was for the good of the Earth.

Yamcha sighed wearily, being a hero was a very difficult job, indeed.