Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sacrificing Love--Hearts of Warriors ❯ The Return ( Chapter 2 )

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Probably the longest note that I'll ever write: To all of the many people that have been e-mailing me about this story:

No, I have not given up on this story. It's just the fact that I've only received one review for five months when I began the second part of this story. I've been receiving more reviews for my other story, Facing it Together, and more reviews gives me a lot of incentive to keep writing. So when I only received one (thanks to the reviewer, by the way), I didn't think that many people actually liked the story. Why write a story when you believe that nobody wants to read it?

But recently, I've received almost thirty-something e-mails of people demanding me to finish this story. How was I supposed to know that you guys liked my story? No, this is not an excuse to ask for more reviews, I'm just trying to explain why it has taken me so long to continue. And if you have ideas, send me a NICE e-mail and perhaps I'll consider it. Otherwise, don't even bother. I'm only saying this to the people who have sent me these types of e-mail. This doesn't apply to the people who actually had MANNERS, all of which I have replied to their mail. Thanks guys. It was so nice to have a change from all of the rudeness that had been constantly pouring into my mailbox. I've tried to explain nicely, without coming off as a bitch. And if I did, that was not my intent. Don't worry. I usually don't write these long of "Quick" Notes. Really, I don't!

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Sacrficing Love-Hearts of Warriors

Chapter Two: The Return

Bulma watched as her mother set a glass of water on the surface in front of her. She was sitting at the table along with her father, Yamcha, Kakarrot, and Chi Chi. Her mother was busy preparing a snack for the unexpected visitors and Vegeta was standing in the corner of the room, arms crossed, glaring at the group while he half-listened to their conversation.

Vegeta was particulary wary of the black-haired man siting in front of the blue-eyed woman. After she had acknowledged the man earlier, she had thrown herself at him and embraced him. Of the time Vegeta had known Bulma, she had never mentioned the idiot before. `Could he be involved with her?' he asked in his thoughts. He smirked. If the little fool was his competition, then he had nothing to worry about.

"Bulma, where have you been all of these months?" Yamcha asked the question that was on the top of his mind.

She cupped her glass in her hands and studied the grain of the wooden table. "Do you remember when I was supposed to go to that scientist convention on planet Saket?"

Yamcha nodded. "Of course. That's when the ship was raided by those beef-headed warriors. . ." he trailed off once he heard a growl coming from the man in the corner. `What's wrong with him?' he briefly wondered. Yamcha shook his head and turned his attention back to Bulma, who continued with her explanation.

"Yeah, well, I was captured by one of them and taken to another ship. Me and two other women then departed for their planet."

Yamcha's eyes darkened. "Only women were taken?"

"Just what are you trying to imply, weakling!?" Vegeta couldn't hold his anger in any longer. The little human had insulted the Saiyans twice now and he would not tolerate it. "Are you trying to say that our race is so dishonorable that we rape females of other species in order to receive our entertainment!?"

"What the hell is your problem!?" Yamcha said as he jumped from his seat as the other man took a few steps towards him. He had to admit that this man had a lot of guts if he thought he would ever was capable of defeating him. A slight smile tugged at his lips at the thought.

"Vegeta," Bulma had to cut in. She did not want to see the beating of one of her oldest friends, and she could already see the fire building behind the dark eyes of the Saiyan prince. "He didn't mean any harm. He is just trying to protect me."

Vegeta gave Yamcha a death glare that would make any normal man piss in his pants. "Who said that you were his to protect?" He witnessed Yamcha's brows draw together in a frown. `As if the little wuss would be able to take me on. . .' he thought. He would have to teach this boy a lesson. However, before he could decide anything else about the man challenging him, Bulma stepped in.

"Can't you guys talk about this later!? I believe I was answering a question!"

"Yes," Dr. Briefs added. "I would like to know what happened to you."

Yamcha scowled at Vegeta-and watched him return it-as he sat back down in his chair.

Bulma placed both of her hands on the table. "Anyway, the three of us landed on a planet called Vegeta-"

"Bulma dear, isn't one of your friends named Vegeta?" her mother chimed in, busy making food.

"Do human beings have the capability of comprehending anything?" Vegeta muttered. At the table, he heard Chi Chi chuckle and saw Kakarrot glance at him, but suspected that no one else had heard him. Thank the gods for Saiyan ears. Vegeta shook his head and resumed listening to Bulma, who was explaining to the rest of the humans that the royal line had the same name as their kingdom.

"So, you all are from the planet Vegeta?" Yamcha asked the Saiyans that were seated at the table. They both nodded. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you decide to escort Bulma back here to Earth?"

"We really didn't have much of a choice in the matter," Chi Chi answered. "Our planet. . ."

"Was destroyed," Kakarrot finished.

Both of Bulma's parents gasped, but Yamcha crossed his arms and rose an eyebrow. "Destroyed? How?"

"A man by the name of Zarbon," Bulma explained. "We were just barely able to get off the planet alive." She looked down again at the table. "But I wish I could say the same to the other Saiyans that inhabited the planet."

Her mother, who had just finished setting a plate full of cookies on top of the table, ran over to her daughter and gave her hug. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry. . ."

"Why are you sorry for her?" Vegeta had to ask. "It wasn't her race that was blown to bits."

Bulma ignored Vegeta's comment and turned to Yamcha. "What happened to you after the Saiyans came on the cruise ship? For the longest time, I thought you were-"

"Dead? Bulma, you should have more faith in me than that. Half of the people on the ship, myself included, ran to where the escape pods were located. The captain set the coordinates back here to Earth."

"What!?" Bulma's eyes turned to a dark sapphire, a clear sign of her anger. "You didn't even bother to tell me about them!? I got taken by people who I didn't even know, frightened by warriors that I never even met, and you were safe in your little escape pod heading to Earth!?"

"Bulma, calm down!" Yamcha saw that her hands were clentched tightly and knew all too well what that meant. "I tried to tell you, but I couldn't find you. Then, I heard that the captain was about to lauch the pods. . ."

"So you decided to give up on me!? How dare you, Yamcha!"

"Bulma, I-I didn't know! Please, forgive me!" the dark-haired human pleaded.

Bulma counted backwards to ten slowly in her head to calm herself. All that mattered was that he came out fine, but it still pissed her off that he had quit so easily. The anger soon seeped out of her. "Well, what's done is done. There's nothing that you can do to change it now." She got up and smiled slightly at him. "Despite all of my yelling, I'm glad to see that you're okay. I'm going to go to my room to rest a bit. It's been a long trip." And with that, she exited the kitchen.

`It had been a long trip', she thought to herself as she made her way to her room, piloting the ship to her home from a planet that wasn't a planet any longer and several galaxies away, then explaining to her parents where she had been for a couple of months, and then discovering that the man that her mind kept telling her that he was dead was indeed alive. She sighed as she closed the door to her bedroom.

It would take her a long time to accept the fact that she was finally home.

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Vegeta found himself in yet another strange hallway. He was attempting to find his way through this unfamilar structure by tracking the woman's ki. It wasn't as simple as he thought once he began this stupid maze. He expanded his senses once more and noted that her ki signature was above him.

"The woman's upstairs," Vegeta said to himself as he turned around again. He had found a staircase eariler, but didn't think anything of it. Now he tried to remember where it had been. . .

He turned a corner and spotted the young man that had greeted the party upon their arrival. `And,' he thought as his hand clentched into fists. `The man who dared to touch MY woman!'

Yamcha felt a presense behind him and turned to see the Saiyan prince. As soon as he saw the slightly shorter man step off of Bulma's ship, Yamcha knew instantly that he would be trouble. `Might as well attempt to make friends with him,' he considered and stepped forward. "Hello."

"What the hell do you want?" Vegeta snapped.

Yamcha blinked at the man's outburst but quickly composed himself. `So much for trying to be nice,' he mused. "Well excuse me for bothering you. I was merely trying to get to know you better, since you're obviously one of Bulma's friends."

At that statement, a dark smirk slid across Vegeta's face. "I am more than a friend, human." And with that, the prince turned and left the room, leaving Yamcha seething with anger.

`What the hell did THAT mean?' he asked himself.