Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ

A/N: Hi everyone, I tend to get my ideas from dream settings I personally have. I had this dream about my partner and myself a few nights ago. I journal my dreams and decided it would make an interesting B/V story.

It is set in the wild west, some of the slang in this is from the wild west which I have done a tiny bit of research on. I try to explain the lingo as best I can, but if you don't understand a word, just ask me :) Instead of me posting a huge list in the author note.

Vegeta is 10 years older than Bulma in this story. Their ages are;

Vegeta – 29

Bulma – 19

Howlin' for it

Prologue

My warm fingers wrapped around the lukewarm shot glass, it's contents swishing around like a sweet nectar with my wrist movements. This was the third one I'd had since entering this saloon 25 minutes ago. If I was going to be honest with you I was in here to beat the devil around the stump, I hadn't had a lead on the man I owed a debt too in months. A debt that was to be paid back with blood, to lather his head until I was covered in his blood.

My eyes darted around with each passing second, the air in this saloon was stale but full of energy. It was electrifying. I felt it as soon as I entered, but decided my need for the neck oil was more strong than my need for a peaceful day. Something was about to go down.

Maybe I should finish this lotion I think to myself before spotting the strangest thing in this watering hole or any other watering hole I'd even been to.

A blue haired beauty sat at a table, drinking, alone.

Surely she is someone's left-handed wife, someone's mistress I think to myself.

No respectable man would bring a girl like that to a groggery like this. A second more committed glace saw a dark green ankle length skirt, a dusty white blouse tucked in with a brown leather vest concealing a holster. She had long blue hair, although it was tied up into a bun, she wore it like this to not attract as much attention to herself. It wasn't working, and was that another holster? A smirk washed over my face.

There is only one reason a women like that was in a saloon like this. She is looking for someone, and she is screaming it to this whole place without even making a sound. She was going to get now where in this place.

Just as my thoughts lingered to the blue haired girls intentions I hear a glass smash to my left, the tension in the air had finally snapped and a fight had broken out. The time for cooling my heels in this place was over. Now, how to get out of here by the skin of my teeth?

My eyes were taken back to the blue haired lass in the corner, she had he hand on her hip where I spotted her holster. She was ready to pull out her black-eyed Susan at a moment's notice. The smirk came over me again, It was then I decided, to grab the lass and to turn high tail and run.

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Eating the flap-jacks 3 at a time I had almost reached my fill. Looking to the plate beside me I saw a few bite marks out of an otherwise complete breakfast.

Guess she wasn't hungry? I sighed inwardly.

What a waste of coin this one had turned out to be. She sat there with a look of utter disgust, why had she let me lead her out of that place? She obviously didn't have much experience in any matter of bar fight. She would have left with any one if they had said a kind to word to her in that moment. The way her mouth formed a scowl, it told me she thought she had made a mistake.

"Thank you for helping back there, I'm afraid I don't have any money to pay you back for the food" The young girl said.

I was surprised to hear her speak let alone get a thanks out of her.

"If I expected any coin back from you lassy I wouldn't have bought the food." I said blankly at her.

If I made no sudden movements I might not chase her away. The less I said the better, wasn't that how I always worked regardless?

What was it about her that has me so intrigued? There was something about her that drew me like a moth to a flame, she was incredibly vulnerable out here on the skirts of society but she was still tough. You could see the fire still in her eyes.

With a stern look from me she started to eat. Seems I attracted her by some means too, otherwise she would have left my company hours ago.

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A fierce look burnt through me, he was a stern, fearless lone star, I could tell. This man didn't usually enjoy company, he would usually have none at all. Why had he saved me from that saloon brawl? I surely would have been a target had I not have left with him when I did. I have my gun, but I have no idea how to aim and shoot. Surely it wasn't as hard as all that?

I sighed and decided to eat the slap-jacks in front of me.

It may be the last meal for a while I decided.

I tried to catch a glimpse of the man beside me in my peripheral vision. He was a hard looking jackaroo, he had slick black hair that stood up like a flame. His strong jaw held a mouth that hardly did anything but scowl. His eyes seemed fierce but she saw sorrow buried in them. The way they dropped sometimes like he was slightly letting his guard down. Something deep inside he couldn't control made him almost look, sad.

What kind of man was he? I wondered as the food started to fill my belly.

It had been days since I had eaten a meal like this. My stomach was rumbling like a wild horse's galloping legs. My mind wondered over my situation as my body consumed the precious energy. It had been months now on my own. I had stolen what money I could from my sunday man. That would be for those of you who don't know, my pimp August. He ran a hookshop, I had been there since I was 17. My sister and me had been sold to him by our no-good lushington father. He was too busy always worrying about getting his next bottle of joy juice to take care of two young girls.

So I became a nanny, a kind way of saying a prostitute. My sister and me hadn't been at the nanny shop long when one day a drifter waltz his way in, he was no nancy boy like the rest of them. He was dark, mysterious and from what I could see down right evil! I was afraid of him. My sister on the other hand, saw something I didn't, or didn't see what I did, either way she flocked to him and spent the night with him.

That was the last I ever saw her, August was as mad as an old wet hen. He thought we had planned her escape and punished me for it. He eventually realised I had nothing to do with it but was still steaming over losing one of his prettiest nannies. I knew the truth though, she hadn't gone willingly, I know it. Her necklace our mother gave her before she died, it was still hanging on her bed post. She never, ever went anywhere without, no she didn't leave of her own free will.

I raised my hand up to my neck and played with the small silver pendant of a cross. I was checking it was still there, I couldn't ever lose this too.

I had to find my sister.

The man, the one who snatched my sister. I have a very special lead plumb for him. The man's name, the one he went by anyway was Jack. I knew this was a cover however. I had been tracing 'Jack's' movements since I escaped the nanny house. I was chasing a ghost while my ex flesh-peddler was closing in on my heels.

What am I going to do? A closed my eyes and held the necklace tight.

I heard movement beside me. The man had stood up, his plate cleared off all food, his whiskey was drained. He was staring at me, that stare struck me like lightning. He certainly was handsome in a rugged kind of way. We stood here, staring at each other. No one wanted to make the first move, I was reluctant more so than him. What did I owe him?

"See ya kid" He said as he turned and began walking out the door.

"Wait!" I yelled jumping up before I could stop myself.

Did I really just reach out for him? What is wrong with me? I don't need this stranger, so why am I feeling like I can't let him go. He turned his head to the side.

"If you're going to be packing make sure you know how to use that lead pusher. When you find the one that bullet is for, make sure you have made your jack" The man said smirking.

He was giving me advice about aiming true? Am I that obvious? How was I going to get my sister back when a complete stranger knew I was an unskilled kid.

"Sir, what is your name?" I asked so I may be able to find him again.

I had a feeling that before this was all over that I would need his help again.

"Vegeta" He said nodding and walked out of the grub house.

"My names Bulma!" I shouted after him unsure if he had heard me or not I sunk back into my seat.

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I watched the sun light move from the roof, down the wall and eventually hit the dirty, faded and broken floor boards. Without any leads I was stuck in this half way town to hell. As I was trying to figure out what path life was trying to led me on my mind keep skipping back to that kid, the blue haired girl.

I rubbed my chin in thought. Was this what I was meant to be doing? Helping her? What could I do for her? She seemed all kinds of messed up. She was definitely on the run from something, that much was clear.

I only travel with my stead and war bag. I couldn't possible take a girl along with me, no she couldn't come where I was going. I was on the road to hell. I couldn't bring her down with me.

I sighed and closed my eyes. Maybe I should sleep on it. I might finally see the writing on the wall after a good sleep. Just as I started to convince my mind to slow down a knock came at my door.

Strange.

I slowly got up as my boots hit the floor. It truly was disgusting in here. As my hand rested on the door knob I got a horrible sense of dread flooding my senses. I had been waiting for my answer about my next move, it was on the other side of this door. I had a knack for knowing these kinds of things now before they happened. I had been in this situation too many times not to. I breathed deep as I opened the door.

I was met with big blue eyes, full of tears. Her timbers were shaking like a cat on a tin roof. The girl from this morning. I knew she was to be a part of this. My heart sunk at the thought. I really wanted to spare her from this. It seemed life had other plans.

"I can't... I can't believe I won! You have to help me, I'll pay you!" She blurted out grabbing my shirt and pulling at it excitedly.

"Are you drunk to the gunwales, sage hen?" I blurted out surprised by her sudden close proximity.

I could smell the bath oils she had used that morning she was that close. This made me uncomfortable, I began thinking about her milky white skin in a bath as the lingering smell from her skin hit my nostrils.

"I won a ton of gold and silver, please you have to help me find my sister! I'll pay you" she pleaded tightening her grip on my shirt.

I grabbed her hands and pushed them free of my shirt. Her eyes were full of desperation.

"That dog won't hunt lass, I have my own problems to deal with" I said softly.

"Please! Take my tippery, with your help it won't take us long at all! Then you can go back to your own life!" She pleaded again fresh tears staining her porcelain skin.

Ah, a missing sister I thought as I began rubbing my temple.

"Look here, I don't have..." I began.

She was up in my face again before I could finish my sentence.

"We have to find Jack! Please you have to help!" She shouted.

Jack?!

I grabbed her hands and brought my face close to her face.

"What did you just say?!" I demanded growling despite myself.

"I have to find, Ja..Jack" She whimpered and tried to retreat backwards as my intense stare began to scare her.

"Get in and close the door!" I ordered pulling at her scrawny arms.

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I needed no help getting up and into my rig. I had won the money in a horseback lassoing contest. I was a natural on horseback. Before my mother passed away we had lived on a property. I had been taught at a young age to catch wild horses and to break them in. I won hands down, and earned myself a considerable purse for it. This was how I was able to hire the lone star, Vegeta to help me in my quest to find my sister.

He had grilled me all I knew about Jack. Only meeting the curly wolf for 10 minutes I had little information to give him. When I questioned him about why he was so interested he was strangely quiet. Telling me to mind my own business If I wanted him to help me.

So here we are, on the road. Neither of us knew where to begin looking but Vegeta insisted we would find no more information in town. So we head out on the road after picking up some more supplies. Vegeta had come into town with barely anything. He slept on the dead cold ground next to his horse. I on the other hand didn't like the sound of that idea. So off we set full of supplies and with a new horse.

She was an amazing mare. With a beautiful caramel coat, she had been a local man's horse. He had broken his leg and was trying to sell her quickly so he could pay for the medical bill. She had a good temperament. An ease to ride, we were instantly kindred spirits.

I looked ahead to the dead and brutal desert in front of me, I finally felt I was making progress in my search.

"Hold on Georgia" I whispered to myself.

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A/N: Thanks for reading.