Bulma emerged from her lavatory, her blue hair sticking to her pale face as she entered her gloomy room, the only light a small streak from her semi closed blinds. Heading for her drawers something made her feel uneasy so she turned to glance in the direction of the feeling to find a GI-clad male standing in her entry. Fear flashed in her eyes before she glared, her baby blues darkening.

"Yamcha, what are you doing here?" she inquired, even as fear seized her heart at the appearance of the only boyfriend she had ever had. Yamcha's dark eyes gleamed with lust as he approached her semi-naked figure. Bulma was only clothed in colorless cotton panties and a navy shirt that read 'fearless' in white glitter writing across her chest.

"After what happened yesterday, I thought I should make sure I got my point across," he whispered harshly as he grabbed both her arms tightly, making her flinch. Unfortunately for her there was no one in the house save for one very invisible Saiyan prince who was always in the GR.

"Yamcha," she whimpered, her eyes watering," please let go... you're hurting me." Yamcha squeezed her arms tighter, enjoying the pain that floated in her eyes and the whimper that escaped her pink lips as her skin began to redden around his fingers.

"Bulma, you are my property, my slave," he said as his scarred face moving closer to her pale one," and you will do as I tell you without question. You will not tell me what to do or back talk me." Bulma nodded, turning her face away from his, his breath making her feel nauseous. The desert bandit grabbed her chin in his fingers, the fingers crushing her bones, but not breaking them, and turned her to face him. "Understand?" he growled.

"H-hai," she whimpered, "I w-will do a-as I'm told." Bulma was never submissive, but the fact that Yamcha was so unreasonable made her fear for her life. Sad fact to say that he had been her love at one time and had never done this while the Saiyan in her home always threatened, but would never do her any harm. How ironic.

"Good," he growled as he bent down before harshly taking and plundering her mouth with his tongue. He ground his hips against hers while his hand found it's way under her shirt, but before he could do more an explosion rippled through the air followed by a curse as the ground shook.

"Shimatta(damn it)!" came an angry growl from below her balcony. "Onna!" Yamcha frowned as he removed his hand and dragged Bulma with him toward the balcony glass doors. They both stepped out onto the balcony deck, the desert bandit still rather pissed at the woman in his arms and now the interruption that had stopped his fun.

"Prince of Dead Monkeys, what the fuck do you want?" Yamcha growled, the fear that most felt for the prince gone from the bandit. "I was talking to my girlfriend." Vegeta scowled down at the duo of humans, his hate for the one called Yamcha growing every passing day of the week. Fact was he couldn't see why the blue haired female even put up with the puny male.

"Is this correct Onna (woman)?" Vegeta inquired of the woman because even though she smelled like the human male she smelled of something else. Yamcha stepped in front of Bulma, his fists curled at his side, but not daring to strike out because even if he hated the Saiyan he was also afraid of him, knowing that the prince could kill him in an instant and only didn't because of Goku. The sun in the skies beat down from its noon position as the two stood off, the tension snapping in the air around them and between them.

"Hey! I was talking to you!" Yamcha fumed. "This is between you and I!" Vegeta moved closer to the humans, Yamcha trying to stand his ground while Bulma wanted to run, even if the only one that she could run to was the Saiyan on the other side of Yamcha.

"You sure have some stones talking to me like that, desert waste," Vegeta growled as he lowered himself onto the veranda before the pair, the bandit taking a step back so that the males didn't touch. "You must want to meet your Maker real soon." Fear flashed across Yamcha's countenance before he crossed his arms, trying to mimic Vegeta's stance. (a/n We all know that only Vegeta can look hot and badass at the same time)

"Onna," Vegeta said, turning his attention to Bulma on the other side of Yamcha, ignoring the desert bandit all together. "Once you get done talking to your low class mate go fix my GR." With that Vegeta walked past to the two and out Bulma's open balcony door.

"I guess this will have to wait," Yamcha said as he pulled her back into the shadows of her room. "I will be gone for a few days, but I will be back," he growled before once again harshly ravishing her mouth again, the lips of the blue haired female bruising from the force of his kisses. "We will finish this." He turned and left the room, leaving Bulma to collapse to the floor in tears.

"I need to leave," she whispered to the darkness as she found fear skitter over her spine. "I need to go where he can't find me." Bulma headed for the restroom where after washing her face and dressing she headed for the GR to fix it for the irate Saiyan. Her mind was racing with destinations of where she could go, but none were far enough where Yamcha wouldn't find her, he could feel energy without the aid of a machine so she was pretty much screwed. "He would find me no matter where I went," she murmured sadly she hauled her toolbox out to the spherical dome in her backyard.

A few hours later Bulma sat in her light blue tub as the warm water filled the space around her aching body. Her thoughts drifting toward a plan of escape that was going to decide whether she lived or died. As the water washed away the aches and pains of the day she ran information through her brain.

'If only I could go somewhere he couldn't sense my 'ki',' she thought to herself. The others could sense the 'ki' of others so that they knew where the others were. "I guess I need to go where no one can sense me," her voice echoing off the tiles. There was only one real place like that.

The next day Bulma stuffed a couple of suitcases full of clothes, shoes, hygiene products, ladies products, and make up before capsizing them. She headed downstairs, pen and paper in hand making a list of food she needed before heading to the store. A lone shadow watched her comings and goings.

'I wonder what she is up to.'

A few hours later Bulma arrived, car empty, but a few capsules full of groceries that she took to the hanger with her other capsules from that morning. After finishing that task she headed for the kitchen where as she made the prince's many trays of food she wrote a letter to her parents. It took her a few tries as the tears that were filling her vision leaked down onto the paper. Setting the note on the table, where her parents would be sure to see it, Bulma made her way out to the GR balancing Vegeta's many trays of food. She set them out down by the GR door before glancing down at her watch. She wasn't going to knock and spend any time fighting with the Saiyan that had become apart of her life.

'Two thirty,' she thought to herself. 'I have a couple of hours before my parents get home.' Bulma ran upstairs and took another bath before heading downstairs toward the hanger. She was dressed in black tight pants and a long white t-shirt, the attire complete with a pair of white sports shoes. Humming to herself she did a once over in her head of what she had and what she had needed. Finding that her mental list was completely checked off she smiled sadly, but as she was in her own little world she didn't notice the unusual silence. There was no humming from the GR that she had placed food before and there was no cursing coming from said GR.

She disappeared into a silver sphere that had four round windows and closed the door behind her as she fought the fear in her heart and the tears that glimmered on her lashes. A few minutes later the air was filled with the sound of the engines rumbling as the ship started to rise. "I hope this works," she said out loud as she passed through clouds into the atmosphere. "I will miss everyone and hope they will not worry."

Goku frowned as he felt the familiar 'ki' signatures vanish from his mind. 'Where did they go?' he asked himself as he looked toward the skies.

Gohan walked over to his father and noticing that his father was concentrating hard on a spot in the clouds asked his father, "What's wrong?" Goku looked down at his young son and smiling responded.

"Nothing, I just lost Bulma's and someone's 'ki' signature."

"Oh," Gohan said as he joined his father in watching the sky.

A few hours later Mr. and Mrs. Briefs entered their house, unaware of anything wrong. It was rather quiet for the pair of adults since when they came home Vegeta and Bulma were usually at each other's necks or Yamcha was over, not that they had seen him in a while. A few minutes later Mr. Briefs found the note.

"Dear!" he called. Mrs. Briefs entered the kitchen, a blank look on her face, the most common look on the face of said blond.

"Hai, what is it dear?" He held up the note, his expression one on confusion and something else.

"It's a note from Bulma," he said quietly as he read it in his mind. "She left," he said seconds later, "but she won't tell us where."

"Okay," Mrs. Briefs said offhandedly. "Must have needed a vacation." With that his wife began to cook, much to his annoyance. That was his wife though. She was one of few words and yet she was so clueless.

A few hours later Mrs. Briefs went outside to give Vegeta his dinner, but noticed that the GR was unusually quiet and that a plate of uneaten food sat in front of the door. That's strange. That hunk of a man never leaves food uneaten. There were no growls of frustration and no flashes of light from the Saiyan prince who usually occupied the GR from dawn until dusk. "Hmmm, I wonder where he is?" she said out loud as she headed back inside with the large plates of food.

Meanwhile Yamcha lay in his boxers on a twin sized hotel bed, his black eyes dazed as he thought of all the things that he was planning to do to Bulma once he got home. He had yet to bed her, the blue haired woman stating that she was ready for that just yet. Hell, they had been dating for years and Bulma had only let him get to second base. The touching wasn't enough for him anymore. He wanted to be in her and that pissed him off that she refused to. A knock on the white door broke his thoughts and smirking he walked across the plush white carpet and opened the door to find his companion for the evening. Laura was a young blonde woman who was always looking for a good night. Right now she was looking at him with her bright green eyes full of lust.

"Yamcha," she whispered huskily.

"Laura, come in," he said pulling her in and closing the door.

In Space...

Bulma headed out of her sleeping space and into the den/kitchen, her mind on so many things; primarily on how long she was going to stay in space and what she was going to do when she got back to Earth. She knew that she could not stay in space forever, even if she wanted to.

"It's too quiet," she said to the vacant room, not that she should be surprised as she was along on the ship. 'Maybe I should work out.' She figured that was the best idea at the moment and would help not only to distract her, but also a good idea to relieve stress. Bulma went back into her room and opened the door, grabbed the medium sized boom box and her light violet workout ensemble. After she changed into her suit, hooked her boom box up to the amplifier system and turned it on she waited for music to filter into the gigantic ship.

Zoom Zoom Zoom

Zoom Zoom Zoom

Star gazing mega flash

You hit me like a cosmic blast

Giving me a techna color world

Putting me in over drive

Speed of light, I'm so alive

Could you be my Super Nova girl?

Interplanetary

Megasteller

Hydrostatic

There's no gravity between us

Our love is automatic

Zoom Zoom Zoom

Make my heart go boom boom

My Super Nova girl x4

Bulma's body rocked with the melody as she lifted some weights over her head in unison with the beat as it rocked the small ship. She began to hum as the music filled her head and the space around her, the tune getting louder by the minute. She let herself be taken away with the music as her mind zoned in on that and not the situation that she was in.

Visions of your pretty face

Send me into hyperspace

Caught up in a planetary whirl

Breathing in you give me air

I'm living off your solar flare

Could you be my Super Nova girl?

Interplanetary

Megasteller

Hydrostatic

There's no gravity between us

Our love is automatic

Zoom Zoom Zoom

Make my heart go boom boom

My Super Nova girl x4

As the music sustained, but the words didn't, Bulma went to snatch some water. Humming to herself she didn't detect the shadow watching her from the entrance of one of the rooms in the ship. Guzzling the water she thought about a plan of action. Capping the water she shook her head of those thoughts and moved back to her exercises.

One.. Two.. Three.. Four.. Five.. Six.. Seven.. Eight..

Interplanetary

Megasteller

Hydrostatic

There's no gravity between us

Our love is automatic

Zoom Zoom Zoom

Make my heart go boom boom

My Super Nova girl x4

Bulma worked out for another twenty minutes before she put the weights away and headed for her room, her body tired while her mind still continued to buzz with worry and doubt about what she was doing. The shadow evaporated into the rest of the darkness as she entered her room. She ran a balmy bath and climbed in.

"Mmmmm," she moaned as the hot water washed over her taunt muscles, relaxing them. She lathered up her white tinted bath puff and began to wash off the sweat from her body, her hands working over all that she could reach. After finishing she got out, toweled off and slipped into her black terry cloth dressing gown. The robe had long, loose sleeves, but the hem didn't go past her knees, leaving her long pale legs exposed. She decided that since she was alone that she would sleep naked.

The next morning Bulma sat up with a start and gabbing her robe she slid out of bed quietly. On her way to the door she passed by the clock, which read seven-thirty am, and slowly crept into the den/kitchen. Who she saw there shocked her.

"What are you doing here?"

Earth...

Goku sat in a chair on the Capsule Corp. back lawn when Mrs. Briefs handed him a glass of lemonade, the Saiyan lounging as he listened to the blond tell him what she knew about her missing daughter.

"Bulma went into space?" Goku asked, his interest peaked.

"Hai, she disappeared yesterday, at least that was when the note was dated," Mrs. Briefs said as she sat down across from him. "She didn't even actually say space, but she said somewhere far away and I remember when she was younger that she told me once that her home away from home was the stars." Goku had remembered her fascination with the stars in the skies at night, that even though she hadn't liked be outside alone, that she had still loved being able to see the stars.

"I guess we have to let her come home on her own." Mrs. Briefs nodded at his deduction. She was never one to force her daughter to do too many things that would make her daughter upset, not that she hadn't been the one the make her daughter take care of the Saiyan prince, but she had an idea about that one...

"Goku-chan?"

"Hai?"

"Please don't tell anyone else." Looking at him seriously, a look that the male had hardly if ever had seen on the older woman's face. "She didn't even tell us because she wanted to be alone."

"Okay, my lips are sealed." Goku looked around the lawn curiously. "Where's Vegeta?"

"Dunno, dear. Haven't seen him since last week." Looking thoughtful she continued, "In fact, I think I noticed the night she left he had left uneaten food out from lunch. Hmmm..." Walking away she informed the young male that she would bring him some more food to which Goku forgot that his best friend and one Saiyan prince were missing.

In Space...

"Me? I wanted to see where you were going and why," came the response from the male staring at her from the table. Bulma frowned in disbelief. This man didn't care about her, so why did he want to know why she was leaving the planet?

"I don't see why it should concern you." The man smirked, his fangs showing in the lighting. "Hell, you hate me."

"Onna, you are the only one who can fi-"

"Vegeta, my father is just as capable." Vegeta's smirk disappeared instantly. "In fact he was the one that built most of the damn things that you just love to break." Huffing the Saiyan crossed his arms.

"Not when he's off with his scatter brain mate, baka." Bulma shook her head and let the comment about her mom pass because to a point her mother was rather scatter brained and when she wanted her husband there was no way- Not going there.

"Whatever," she muttered, "you're here and there is nothing I can do about it now." Vegeta crossed his arms as a smirk re-appeared on his face at his triumph.

"That's right," he reiterated just because he knew it would piss her off. Bulma blew him off and headed back to her room. Vegeta stood there, uncertain what to do now that he had gotten his way. Hell, he was even unsure as to why he had followed the human female. She was nothing to him and yet at the same time he only really could bare the Earth because of her- their fighting! That was it! Shrugging his shoulder and heading for the fridge to grab something to eat.

Later that day Bulma exited her room to make some lunch and then to do more exercise. It seemed that for now that would be her main thing to do during the day. After fixing the Saiyan some turkey and ham sandwiches she set them on the table. Giggling at the fact that all his sandwiches took up the entire table she began to call for the prince.

"Vegeta!" she hollered for the second time in as little as two minutes. "Where did he go?" There wasn't many places to hide on the ship, but as she turned to grab one of the sandwiches she got her response.

"I'm right here Onna," came a gruff response. Bulma jumped as she turned around to face the Saiyan Prince, who was smiling as he took in her frightened appearance. Hell, she was sure he liked doing that, not that he didn't frighten other people, but for some reason he became annoyed when others were frightened while with her it seemed to make him happy.

"Oh, Vegeta! I was calling you for lunch." Vegeta looked shocked for a split second before his face became dispassionate as he grunted his thanks.

"You're welcome," she muttered as she sat down across from him. Silence echoed as Bulma kept her gaze down, unknowing that Vegeta was staring at her. "So, ummm," Bulma started looking up.

"Hai, Onna?" Bulma looked back down at her food. Her fingers playing with the bread of her sandwich. She was hungry and yet at the same time she felt unease at being alone with the larger fighter. She knew he would never harm her, she didn't know how, but she knew he wouldn't.

"Never mind," she whispered.

"Iie, nani?" Bulma shook her head.

"Nothing, forget I said anything." Vegeta grunted in frustration. It bothered him that the woman who had shown little fear of him had suddenly become some meek little kitty. He was sure that it had to do something with her weak mate, but he had no proof and hell, why should he worry about her?!

"Whatever," he growled in annoyance. They sat in silence that seemed to last for hours, but truly was only fifteen minutes.

"Umm, there's another room, so you can sleep in there," Bulma said as she got up before disappearing into her room. A few minutes later music filtered softly from the room as the blue haired genius began her workout.

On Earth...

Three days later Yamcha pulled up into Capsule Corp. behind Bulma's black air car with solid plan of what he was going to do with his girlfriend. Smirking he recalled that he had tried it out on Laura just days ago. He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, but when Mr. Briefs answered the words he said made the desert fighter pissed.

"Bulma is not here." Yamcha kept his composure, his anger boiling below the surface.

"She's not? Do you know where she is?" Mr. Briefs shook his head, unknowing the things the male before him was planning to do to his daughter and all that he had done to said female.

"Iie, she left a note stating that she would be gone for an unnumbered amount of days."

"Oh," Yamcha said casually as he turned to leave. "Arigato, bye." 'Where could she have gone?' Yamcha hopped into his car. He sat there for a moment, stewing. He couldn't feel her 'ki' signature. "Kuso!" He cursed as he punched his steering wheel. Where could that blue haired woman gone!?