A/n: It's been 1 year, 3 months and 19 days since I've updated this fic... Time sure does fly... I'll be updating this story with everything I've got up to this point and then it will sit on hiatus until I feel inspired to write for it again... Don't count on that happening any time soon... Sorry mates... Well, here it is...

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FROZEN IN TIME

Chapter 6

Bulma and Vegeta flew across the sky with lightning speed; Bulma's eyes were focused on the expanse sky in front of her, and every once in a while Vegeta would dare a glance at her out of the corner of his eye.

:Kami, she's beautiful…: His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Bulma diving head first to the ground. "What the devil?" Vegeta yelled as he dove after her. He landed some five feet behind her and fumed, "Woman! Why in the name of Kami did you do that for?"

"We're here," she replied simply with a shrug.

"Next time, give me a little fair warning before you go plummeting to the ground!"

"Veggie-chan," she crooned, "you really need to calm down. You're going to give yourself a heart attack."

This really set Vegeta off. "Onna! You will not speak like that to your prince! You- Wait, did you just call me Veggie-chan?"

"Yeah, lets go. We have to go talk to the housing department," Bulma replied nonchalantly.

Vegeta jogged to catch up to her, "I thought you said you lost your memory. How did you know that you used to call me Veggie-chan?"

"It just came back to me; seeing you must have been a trigger for more memories because I remember a lot more now." Bulma stopped at a fork in the hallway. "Let's see, which way should we go? Left or right? The aqua-haired Saiyan looked back and forth before answering her own question, "Left." She had apparently picked the correct hall because they found themselves in front of a desk where a dark haired woman sitting typing something on her computer.

The woman looked up at the two Saiyans when they stopped in front of her desk. "Hello, my name is Laura! May I help you?" she inquired politely.

"Yes, I was told I was supposed to come here to receive an apartment assignment. Could you please tell me where I'm supposed to stay?" Bulma asked civilly.

Vegeta just stood there, completely shocked; he had never heard her be that gracious before.

:That's not normal...no Saiyan is THAT polite, not even royalty…:

"Alright, what's your name, dear?" Laura asked sweetly.

"Bulma."

"Last name?"

"Uh…I don't have one. I already explained that to Dr. Briefs," Bulma replied.

"Right…" She started a search for the name in the employee database.

Bulma noticed that Vegeta was staring at her with a shocked expression on his face.

"What?" she asked exasperatedly.

"What did they do to you?" the prince asked suspiciously. "I bet they brainwashed you, didn't they? You're not the Onna!" he whispered frantically.

"Vegeta, relax, its still me," she replied in an annoyed whisper. "I just discovered that being courteous with these creatures makes them more cooperative. I tried killing a few; that didn't work very well. For some reason they believe murder to be barbaric."

"How strange!" Vegeta whispered in an awed tone.

"Um… Miss? I found your room. Room 21A, the penthouse. I never figured that you'd be the new head scientist; welcome to Capsule Corp." She handed Bulma the key and the two Saiyans began to walk away. "Miss Bulma, there is one slight problem."

Bulma and Vegeta stopped to turn and face the woman. "You see there is no mention of a man that was to be living with you. Sir, are you a family member?"

"Uh…I…" Vegeta stuttered. This couldn't be good. :It's not as if I'm scared of these humans, but what is the Onna going to tell her? Not that I'm her prince. She wouldn't be that stupid, would she:

Bulma wasn't quite as hesitant, "He's my fiancé."

"Oh! Please forgive me! Congratulations!" Laura replied joyously.

"It's fine, you really don't need to worry about it; you couldn't have known. Come on, lets go Vegeta." Bulma dragged Vegeta towards the elevator.

When they were out of hearing distance of the woman at the front desk, Vegeta inquired, "Onna?"

"Yes, Vegeta?" she replied only half-listening to what he was saying.

"What is on Vegeta-sei is a fiancé?" he asked exasperatedly.

A thoughtful expression crossed her face, "Lets see…" she started, "what would be a good way to explain this? Okay, I know a way you would understand it! It basically means future mate. These humans are very strange creatures; they have a huge ceremony for mating."

"Oh, I see- Wait, future mates?"

"Chill, Veggie-chan! This is our floor," she said as she dragged him out of the elevator. Bulma walked up to the door of the penthouse apartment and carefully unlocked the door. The door swung open and she looked inside. Oh my goodness! This is amazing! "Vegeta, look at this place!" she cried happily.

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It was the next evening and Vegeta was sitting in the middle of the apartment living room meditating, while Bulma was resting in the corner, floating three feet above the ground, eyes closed, meditating.

#"You know what? I think you and I are going to be great friends. My name's Meliah, what's yours?"

"Bulma."

"Well, Bulma, lets go see what the king wants."#

Bulma's eyes snapped open, "Vegeta?" she asked thoughtfully.

The Saiyan Prince released a low growl, "What is it now Onna? I was trying to meditate!"

"I was wondering, you said I was the only free female warrior left. I just had a memory come back about Meliah; I can remember almost everything about her now. What happened to her?" Bulma asked confused.

Vegeta's angry glare dropped and was momentarily replaced with a sad frown, which was gone just as quickly as it had come. "She told me that she would come after me when she was done with her purging mission."

"Are you telling me that y-you left her alone with Frieza?" Her voice was wavering. There's something wrong; I saw the look on his face. Something happened…

"I didn't want to, but she told me I had to come look for you. You say you remember her? You know what she was like; she almost threw me in the ship to get me to go. You were one of her best friends and we hadn't heard from you since right before you entered the atmosphere of this place. She was worried about you, even if she wouldn't admit it," he explained half-heartedly.

"So, she'll be coming soon, right?" Bulma asked apprehensively.

"I don't think so," seeing the look on her face, he knew he had to explain. "About a week after the two of us left, I took down my mental shield to ask her something, but before I could, a message from her came through. The last thing I heard from her was, 'Goodbye, Vegeta!' I tried to contact her after that, but I couldn't get through, mentally, the communication system, all of it. Nothing worked."

Bulma's face was expressionless, "Are you trying to tell me that…" she paused as if the words were impossible to say, "that's she's dead?"

"I don't know, Onna," Vegeta replied, shaking his head.

She took a deep breath and looked up at him. It wasn't the look he was expecting; he had expected that she would be angry or sad, anything but this. In her eyes was a glint of the same hatred she had shown her father that first day he had met her; only this time it was directed at him. "This is your fault. If you had brought her with you, none of this would have happened," she whispered in quiet rage. Bulma turned from him and started towards the balcony that looked out over the city.

Vegeta couldn't take it. He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, "Onna, I-"

She whipped around to face, this time her face full of a mix of resentment, sadness, but most of all, revulsion. "You what? This isn't the reaction you expected?" the teenage Saiyan spat bitterly. "Well what did you expect, Vegeta?" Bulma shook her head heatedly, "Meliah was my best friend. The only person I could always count on and trust. She was the only one that never betrayed me or treated me like I was an insect that needed to be squashed. And now she's gone, and it's all…your… fault..." she yelled emphasizing the last three words pounding her fist on his chest with each word while sinking into his arms.

The Saiyan Prince, being entirely inexperienced in the field of comforting a breakdown victim, simply held on to the angry woman, stroked her hair, and looked incredibly uncomfortable. "I'm sure there will be other Saiyans… You can befriend them…" he offered hopefully.

"Sure, there will be other Saiyans that arrive," she spat as she pulled away from him. "There will be thousands here after I send the message to Bardock, but that won't change the fact that you betrayed me again and killed my best friend!"

Looking shocked Vegeta queried, "You'll still try to save my people, even after what I've done?"

"Of course. Have you forgotten that they are my people too?" she asked crossly. "I may not remember many of them, but I am still one of them!" Her tail was thrashing violently behind her now. Bulma stormed off to the balcony and settled on the railing, staring off into the night sky.

Vegeta was shocked, he knew that it would upset her to find out that her best friend may be dead, killed by the evil tyrant Frieza, but he hadn't expected her to turn on him, as if he, himself had choked the life from Meliah's body.

:Bakamono! Go talk to her:

Vegeta followed her out to the balcony and stood in the door.

"Go away, Vegeta," Bulma whispered softly.

"I think she knew it was going to happen. I don't know how; she probably read his mind or something, but she knew. She wanted me to go find you; I tried everything I could to talk her into going with me, but I think she wanted one last purging mission before she was sent to some planet to be imprisoned in a forced union with someone she did want to be with. Meliah wasn't one to be caged, so if anything, she's probably better off where ever she is. At least there she won't have to spend the rest of her life fighting who she is and putting a damper on her personality," he said quietly.

"You're probably right, but still-" her shoulders sagged and her head dropped.

Vegeta didn't know what to do. He had never been in a situation like this before, so he slowly walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I know, Onna, I know. It's all right."

She rested her head on his chest and murmured, "Vegeta, we should probably go send that message to Bardock."

He replied softly, "Not right now. You need to rest. Come on."

Vegeta started to pick her up, but she stopped him, "Vegeta, I can walk myself, you don't need to carry me."

He turned his head away and turned a slight shade of red, "Of course."

"What's this? The Saiyan Prince blushes?" she teased, obviously attempting to lighten the heavy tension that hung around the room in a suffocating cloud.

"Onna, you're playing with fire!" he warned in a low growl. "You might get burnt."

"So is the All-Powerful Prince of All Saiyans going to hurt me?" Bulma asked seductively. The pair was now inches apart and her breath was sending shivers up and down his spine.

"You had best run, Woman!" Vegeta whispered as he charged at her.

She ran screaming down the hall to her room with Vegeta right on her heels. Bulma ran into her room and prepared to leap over her bed, but she was stopped in mid-leap by a pair of strong arms wrapping themselves her around her waist.

"You're in trouble now Onna," the Vegeta whispered in her ear. He turned her around to face him, and her eyes had darkened to a deep blue and filled with lust. Bulma wrapped her legs around his waist and brushed her lips against his, causing a small moan to escape his throat.

:What am I doing? I've got to stop this now! I don't want her to regret this in the morning.:

"Onna," he started.

"Yes, Vegeta?" she whispered, her voice filled with longing.

"We'll save this for another night. You need sleep."

Bulma pulled away from him so she could look into his eyes; they showed that he still wanted her but there was something bothering him. "Vegeta, don't worry about it. I don't need to sleep right now. I'll sleep after."

"Believe me," he whispered his voice showing his desire for her, "Onna, if we do this, you will get no sleep."

He sounds serious… I don't think he's just being arrogant.

"Fine Vegeta. We won't do this tonight. I can wait…" Bulma agreed, dejectedly, her eyes still dark with passion.

"Good Onna. Now get some sleep."

Bulma unwrapped her legs from around his waist and stood in front of him.

"Goodnight, Onna," Vegeta murmured, his arms still firmly wrapped around her waist.

"Um…Vegeta…" Bulma muttered, "If I'm going to bed, you probably need to let go of me…"

Vegeta looked down to see his arms were still wrapped around her. They quickly broke away and crossed across his chest.

"Goodnight Vegeta. I'll see you in the morning, and we can go send that message to Bardock," she stated softly as she turned and walked into her bathroom to get ready for bed. I will never understand him…

:What was I thinking? I don't deserve her… She shouldn't have to put up with my crap, even if she would make an excellent Queen of the Saiyans…:

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Bulma opened her eyes to find that she was sitting on a large boulder in the middle of a desert. She recognized it as one of her favorite places on Vegeta-sei. There were four people standing around her; all looking at her with their own personal trademark smile or smirk on their face.

"What's going on?" Bulma asked. She noticed the same lavender haired woman she had seen in one of her memory flashes that had called her Bulma. "Mom? What's going on?"

The female Saiyan looked down at her body and realized that she must somewhere around four-years-old. Her mother flashed her young daughter a beautiful smile that quickly turned to terror as Freiza stepped forward and with a cold smile stretched across his face, shot a ki blast through the her chest. "Mom…" Bulma whispered as Freiza and her mother disappeared. She turned to see her father's reaction to his mate's death. He was furious.

"Brat, you are pathetic! You are exactly like your mother. She cared more about her experiments than she did training, and look what happened to her!" Nappa roared.

"B-but, D-d-dad, I-I…" Bulma stuttered, the old feelings of wanting her father's approval coming back to her.

"But nothing, Brat! You are a disgrace, just like your mother! I never should have taken her as a mate! That way you wouldn't disgrace me the way you do now!" Nappa yelled, trying to hide the pain he felt when he saw the daughter that looked exactly like his mate. He turned his back to her and crossed his arms.

"Father!" she cried out, as he disappeared just as her mother had.

"Hey, Bulma, don't worry about it! You don't need them; you still have us!" Meliah said, trying to sound cheerful.

"Onna, don't cry. It makes you look uglier than you already are," Vegeta sneering voice called.

Bulma was older now, around her current age of seventeen.

Vegeta sat down next to her and put an arm around her waist, but then Meliah sat down on the other side of her and he pulled away.

"Onna, you disgust me. You are pathetic! Humph!" Vegeta crossed his arms and walked away from her. He faded into nothing just like the others.

"Don't worry Bulma," Meliah soothed. "I'm sure he'll come back. His pride just got the better of him again. He'll rethink what he did. I'll stay with you until then, I promise," Meliah said. Night started to fall on the desert and the two girls sat back to back on the rock, ki's raised to keep them warm.

Suddenly, Freiza stepped out of the shadows and grabbed Meliah by the tail.

"Let's see how your ki damper works on your own people, Ape," Freiza mocked as he snapped the clasp of the ki damper closed around Meliah's neck. "I wonder how she will fare in the desert nights of Vegeta-sei without her ki?"

Meliah sat down on the ground curled up in a little ball, trying her hardest to keep warm. A sad smile passed over her face, "I'm sorry, Bulma. I didn't mean to leave you alone." Soon Meliah was unmoving on the ground, and she disappeared like everyone else. All light faded from the desert and Bulma was alone; she pulled her knees to her chin and wrapped her tail around her waist, attempting to keep the warmth in her skin.

There was a footstep a few feet away; her head snapped toward the sound. Vegeta stepped slowly out of the darkness.

"Vegeta?" she whispered, fearing if she spoke too loud, he would disappear once more.

"Onna, I came back," he said as he wrapped his arms around her and charged his ki to keep her warm. Bulma rested her head on his chest, but he pulled away from her. "No, Onna. I'm not going to do this to you. I need to leave."

"Vegeta, please don't leave! I don't want to be alone," she called to his fading form, but he didn't listen. Again, she was alone, all alone…

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Bulma tossed and turned in her bed all night long, having the same reoccurring dream.

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It was very dark. There were no lights wherever Prince Vegeta was. "Blasted lights…" he muttered; that instant the lights in the room came on and Vegeta found himself in the throne room of the palace on Vegeta-sei. He then realized that he was no longer 18, but he was now four again. There were few people sitting in the chairs in front of the throne.

A woman with a face he couldn't purge from his memory, no matter how hard he ever tried, stepped forward. She had long black hair that reached to the middle of her back and deep purple, almost black eyes, and a golden crown with purple and red jewels embedded in it rested on her dark tresses. "Mother?" Vegeta asked perplexed.

"Vegeta," she replied calmly. She didn't smile at him, but gave him her trademark smirk that could be compared to the prince's own.

A man walked up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist protectively.

Vegeta's eyebrows furrowed and he let out a low growl, "Who is this fool?"

"This is Lord Miliot. He and I are leaving this blasted planet so I don't have to be your father's concubine anymore," she spat with distaste. "My purpose is fulfilled. I gave him his heir, so I'm leaving. Goodbye, my son."

The two Saiyans walked away from the throne, and a small girl with long brown hair stood up and watched the pair leave with sadness in her eyes. She turned to the young prince with anger flashing through her icy-blue eyes. Her head cocked to the side as if she were confused, and then walked up to the throne and lay her small hand on his shoulder.

"He was my father. I know what its like to lose someone," she said softly as if to explain her sudden appearance. Vegeta nodded in response and the girl sat down next to the prince's throne.

His father walked haughtily up to the throne, "Brat, you and that wench you call a friend will be going with Freiza when he leaves tomorrow. Nappa," he said, pointing to the back of the throne room where an enormous, bald Saiyan and a young girl with aqua-colored tresses and a auburn tail stood, "will go with you as your guard and his brat will go as your tutor."

The prince looked to his friend that sat next to him. She gave a small nod, and he looked to the small blue haired girl that stood in the back of the throne room. There was a look of understanding in her eyes; she quickly ran from her father's side and stood at the other side of the prince's throne.

"Leave now brat! You are not worthy of being a prince!" his father yelled as he turned and walked from the room with Nappa.

Bulma lay a small hand on his shoulder and whispered to him, "Vegeta, don't worry, I lost my parents too."

Vegeta just jerked his shoulder away and gave her a disgusted look. "I wouldn't even think twice about them, they are nothing to me. No true warrior needs parents."

Bulma's head bowed and she fell silent.

"Vegeta, don't be such a jerk! We're here for you, and I'm not leaving, I promise you that!" Meliah yelled at him.

Freiza floated forward in his chair and sneered at the three remaining Saiyans, "So, three little monkeys left… Only one way to remedy that…"

Suddenly Vegeta felt slightly taller, and he realized that he was now eighteen again.

Freiza had turned to a now seventeen-year-old Meliah. "The one that got away… I assure you that I won't make that mistake again." He shot forward faster than the eye could see and grabbed Meliah by the tail and dragged her away from Bulma and Vegeta. The young prince and blue haired beauty stood up to help their friend, but they were too late. Freiza had snapped a ki damper on her neck, and it was already beginning to take effect. "And this," Freiza added, "is a special little feature that I've added to the device."

He pushed a small button on the side of the collar and Meliah's eyes opened in shock. "I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise. I'll try to come back… Goodbye Vegeta!" Meliah whispered as her body slowly stopped moving.

Vegeta's fists clenched as he watched one of his last friends leave him. He suddenly felt a light hand on his shoulder, but this time he didn't shrug it away. His onyx eyes turned to meet Bulma's deep blue ones, and he wrapped her up in his arms, fearing that if he let go he would lose her too. She pulled away from him slightly to look at his face, but as soon as she did she vanished from his sight. All the light around him faded away, and Vegeta was alone in the darkness again.

All alone…

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Vegeta tossed and turned through the night; the same dream replaying over and over in his mind.

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Both Saiyans woke the next morning extremely tired from their restless night of tossing and turning. The two avoided each other because neither was in the best of moods.

Vegeta needed something to do with his pent up aggression. Staying in the apartment that was too small for two temper-mental Saiyans to stay in for a full day was unbearable, and it was a Saturday, so Bulma didn't have to work. Every time he saw her, he would remember his dream and how she had disappeared.

:I need to train to get that woman out of my head…: He took to the air from the balcony, and headed as far from her as he could get without leaving the planet.

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This continued every day and night that month. Neither Saiyan would get any sleep, both would be exceptionally irritable, and Vegeta would leave to train every morning before Bulma woke up.

One night, barely over a month since Vegeta arrived, Bulma was working extremely late.

"Nothing to do… Nowhere to train… The Onna isn't even here to have a decent sparring match with, even if it is only verbal. ARGH!" Vegeta began staring at the wall, but there wasn't much entertainment to be found in it. He then noticed a square box, which looked quite a bit like a communicator screen, in the corner of the room. There were several small buttons on it, and feeling curious Vegeta pushed the largest red button on the box. The black box emitted a small popping sound, and the Saiyan prince jumped back when a picture appeared on the screen. He sat down on the couch to get a better look at what this thing was. It seemed as if the box was a communicator, but the people on the screen were talking to each other, not him. "How strange…" Vegeta murmured as he watched the box. He found it pointless but extremely relaxing, but he discovered that he enjoyed something called Jerry Springer more than anything else.

:And the Onna said that these humans weren't violent! Weak human baka! He could have easily blocked that! I'm rooting for that wench; you go girl:

A girl had just smacked her boyfriend over the head with a chair for telling her that he was sleeping with her best friend.

:That's something the Onna would do… I'd better make sure she doesn't watch this show. It may give her ideas…:

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Three hours later, Bulma returned home extremely late from working on a big project at Capsule Corporation. She was striving to develop a gravity machine so Vegeta and herself would have somewhere to train for the inevitable battle with Freiza. Vegeta would probably use it more than herself, but that didn't matter.

When she opened the apartment door she found a unsurprisingly dark sitting room, but the sound of voices could be heard coming from the living room. The aqua-haired Saiyan traveled stealthily through the black house, and when she reached the living room she came upon a rather comical sight. Vegeta was asleep on the couch, wearing only a pair of black, silky boxers, with one arm thrown over the back of the couch, one hanging over the edge, his legs were in splayed about in the same position, and there was a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth.

Bulma walked over to him with a small smile gracing her face and noticed that the T.V. was on. So, Veggie must have discovered one of the many wonders of human technology. She quietly turned the television off and silently went to her bedroom to change her clothing.

Vegeta was still lying on the couch when she returned from the bathroom, but now he was tossing and turning. "Boy, do I know that feeling…" Bulma whispered to the otherwise silent room. Maybe I should take him to his room. I suppose he'd sleep better in there. I guess I could carry him… She walked to his side and attempted to lift him from the couch but had absolutely no luck in her endeavor. While she was doing this, she failed to notice that Vegeta's tail had wrapped itself around her waist. "Dear Kami is he heavy…" She pulled away; intent on leaving the Saiyan prince sprawled over the couch. Unconsciously, her hand traveled to his face, and lightly brushed the hair out of his eyes. When she turned to leave the room, she felt a small tug around her waist. Bulma looked down and saw his furry brown tail wrapped securely around her waist.

Lovely. Now to get the stupid thing off. She began gently prying on the tail in an attempt to remove it from her waist, knowing very well what would happen if the Saiyan Prince woke from a deep slumber with a hard yank on the tail. It wouldn't even loosen. Great… He's still stronger than me when he's asleep. How the heck am I gunna get out of this one? Then the thought struck her. It was a sure bet that Vegeta would unwrap his tail during the night, and she would wait until that moment to put her plan into action.

The minutes ticked by, very, very slowly, and Vegeta's tail showed no signs of ever letting go. It would have been bearable if he hadn't kept tossing and turning, which jerked Bulma around severely, and she was getting very tired.

Well, it can't hurt to lie down for a while. I won't fall asleep, I'll just rest my eyes. She crawled onto the overly-large couch next to Vegeta and one of his strong arms immediately wrapped around her waist. Her body knew what had happened, but her mind didn't register the act as she was struggling to stay awake. Soon after her cerulean eyes closed, Bulma quickly drifted off to sleep, and Vegeta's tossing slowed to a complete stop.

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Vegeta slowly woke up from his deep sleep, but he didn't open his eyes. :I haven't slept that well in a long time...: He suddenly felt something brush against his face and a weight upon his chest, and he opened his eyes to brush it away. What he found was not what he was expecting. The thing in his face turned out to be several strands of feathery aqua hair and the weight belonged to the sleeping Bulma, who had been pulled on top of him in the night. It took a few seconds for this to register in his head exactly what was going on. Vegeta's eyes shot open when he realized that the woman was on top of him, and that her tail was wrapped loosely around his thigh. When he shifted slightly he realize his tail was wrapped around her waist.

Bulma's eyes fluttered open, and she looked around. Where am I? This doesn't look like my room. Her eyes flicked down toward her waist where she found a brown tail. That's not my tail, mine's a lighter brown than that… Everything that had happened the night before came back to her. Oh no! I stayed all night!

"Vegeta-" she started, but before she could say anything, Vegeta had dropped her on the sofa and disappeared through the fluttering curtains. Bulma sighed sadly and got up from the cushions. "So much for trying to talk to him." She went about her work venting her anger on her new servant bots at Vegeta's quick retreat.

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Vegeta flew in through the balcony doors and landed softly. There was an unfamiliar ki in the apartment. He couldn't pinpoint the identity of the person, and they seemed exceptionally strong. He rounded the corner quietly to see a tall dark haired man walking down the hall towards the Onna's room.

The man was whispering softly, "Bulma? Are you here? It's me-"

Vegeta didn't allow the tall man to finish; he raced over to him and pinned him by the neck to the wall. "What are you doing here?" Vegeta whispered maliciously.

"I'm-" the man started, but was cut off by a shrill shriek.

"Vegeta! Put him down right this instant!" Bulma screeched.

Vegeta shuddered at the high pitch and decibel of the scream, and the man grimaced as Vegeta's hold on his neck tightened. "For love of Kami, Onna! Stop your Kami-forsaken screeching! Are you afraid I'm going to kill your lover?" Vegeta asked his voice filled with venom.

"Vegeta, you really are a baka! He isn't my lover!" she shrieked at him.

"Then what in the name of Kami do you consider him then?"

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A/n: So what did ya'll think of it? Was it any good? Who is the stranger in the Saiyans' apartment? Find out next time on FROZEN IN TIME! … That was really corny…

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Raven