"This is all for ^you^? Do you realize what a big deal this is?" King Scary asked disbelievingly.

"I don't know myself! Goku would never do something so...harsh without a good reason, so I guess ^so^!" I said sarcastically, shouting to be heard over the angry people.

"Kakkarott must be a real fool to do this. We have the largest, strongest empire anywhere. He will be sorry when he is dead." Vegeta growled.

I looked at him in surprise. He looked back, obviously confused by my anger.

"Goku is my ^friend^! Perhaps the best one I ever had! If you kill him, I swear to Kami I will make you sorry." I warned, and turned away from him.

I ran out of the room, not paying attention to the shouts of the angry Saiyans. The doors burst open when I pushed them, and I ran down the halls, to the 'greenhouse'. I needed something familiar, from an old life, to help me. Something that a little girl named Bulma had ran to for consolation on the many stressful days of her young life. I wondered where that little girl had gone, for I missed her. She wasn't easy to hurt, not after all that had happened to her.

I sat down next to the river, leaning on a tree. Birds chirped and flapped around above my head. They were something I had told the Saiyans about, and some had been brought. If I closed my eyes, I could almost believe that I was under my treehouse on Earth, and that my mother and father were all right, and that Goku was coming over soon. The illusion was shattered when someone called my name.

"Woman! Hello! What is your ^problem^?" Vegeta snarled, crossing his arms and looking down at me.

"Nothing ^you^ would would care about, I am sure." I snapped back, knowing this little comment would catch him off guard, as I usually didn't bite his head off.

I was right. "You really can't expect your friend to be allowed to go free after doing this, can you?" He asked, a little more gently. Maybe he knew more about me than I knew.

"Well, it is all for good reason. He doesn't know that you aren't hurting me, that I am working here and could always quit." I pointed out, and waited for him make an argument about that.

"He is still a fool, despite whatever you try to say to get me to forget it." Vegeta said, and scowled.

"Vegeta. . . I want to ask you something." I carefully started, I didn't want him to get too ticked or else I don't think I would be feeling nice tomorrow. "Do you know where Goku has been all of these years?"

Vegeta crossed his arms and sat down next to me. "Yes." He said quietly, obviously not wanting to tell me.

"Go on. Really, I don't care how bad it is." I whispered, ready for an answer. Vegeta was obviously trying to save my feelings, and I didn't want to waste that.

"Well, when he was first here, he worked as a slave, getting many, many beatings, considering his rebelious tendencies. When he got too old to do such easy work, my father sent him to work with Freeza, and that, in itself, is a life time of pain. He escaped once or twice, and received many beatings in these eight years. I, frankly, am surprised he is still alive." Vegeta said, voice getting angry at the word 'Freeza'.

I sat in disbelief for a while, thinking. Goku had had it so much worse than I had ever ^dreamed^ of having. He had received beatings while I had received schooling. I shook my head sadly.

"I don't blame him." I said, and looked Vegeta right in the eyes. "He no doubt thinks I am going through much worse, considering I am female and human. I would want to kill this whole stupid planet if I were him, too." I lifted my chin in defience, making sure the Saiyan Prince got my warning. 'Stay away from Goku, or else you had better be ready for ^me^ to rebel, too.'

Vegeta looked at me for a minute, as if he wasn't sure what to think. "What are you going to do about this?" He asked.

"I am going to. . . .to. . . ..I don't know! I am so confused. . . I don't ^want^ to

leave, but I want to be with ^Goku^, on Earth, where I was born." I said, and watched Vegeta's eyes while I was saying it. His face never betrayed his feelings, but his eyes did.

His eyes got dark when I said I wanted to be with Goku, and not here with him. This made me feel. . . weird, like I was torn between two worlds, with a friend in each one. He obviously didn't see why this was such a large decision.

"You know that I am to be coronated soon, do you not?" Vegeta asked slowly. I nodded. I knew this, and felt really happy that this kingdom would no longer be under the control of his evil, cold father. I was really happy. But where would I fall in the scheme of things? Surely as a King, Vegeta wouldn't want a best friend to worry about. I sighed.

"Well, my father will most defintly move it up if this perceeds. He is old and tired, and not ready for a war of any kind. Which is opposite for me. I train every day, as much as possible, and am already much stronger than he ever was." Vegeta said, and got up.

"Where are you going?" I asked, starting to get up.

He stopped me with a hand. "I am going to talk to my father. Things need to be changed around here if we are to win." He said quietly, and I could see some hurt in his eyes. This troubled me, so I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered with anticipation and wonder.

~*~

I sat there for an hour or so, thinking this all over. Vegeta never came back. I didn't really mind, he obviously had things to do. My butt was starting to hurt, so I got up and walked around a bit. I looked at all the trees and occasionally some animals. I had brought all of this to the Saiyan world. From Earth, and some other planets that had these species on them. I smiled when a bird almost flew right into a tree, narrowly missing it.

I made the decision to go and find out what Vegeta was up to. After all, he ^was^ my only friend. I smiled wryly. But he was enough of a personality to make up for as many friends as ^I^ needed!

I made my way down the halls until I had gotten to the throne room. I stopped in front of it and sighed deeply, gaining strength to do this. I didn't know what I would do if someone else was in there. I would faint or something.

The doors swung open when I pushed them. The room seemed practically empty. My footsteps echoed off the high ceilings and glass chandeliers. I didn't trust my instinct that I was alone, though.

When I rounded a corner, I saw that my prediction was correct. Vegeta was sitting against a wall, looking rather mad, either that or really stressed. He had a look of worry and anger on his face, and his arms were crossed defiently. I smiled. It wasn't often you could walk up to him without at least a contridiciton or two.

I sat down next to him and cleared my throat. He opened his eyes and felt my presence. He looked at me, then forward. He didn't seem to mind me being here. I was surprised, so I decided to do something to test if I was right.

I layed my head on his shoulder, and tensed myself for a rash response. I was rewarded with a tired sigh. And. . . nothing. He didn't react at all. Then I knew something was wrong. This was not a normal thing for him.

"What's wrong?" I softly asked, not taking my head off his shoulder. It felt right to be like this, so I stayed that way.

"I don't know. My father was being a bakayaro." He answered, shaking his head angrily. Something had happened, I knew.

"What happened?" I asked, waiting for my answer impatiently. This was so unlike him, it was scaring me!

"He is going to ignore Kakkarott's requests for a war, or whatever he wants. My coronation is going to be in two days. Then I will do something, but I don't know what. Either way I lose! Shimatta!" He looked just really angry now.

I took my head off his shoulder. I wasn't going to risk it now! "How so?" I asked.

"Well, if we went to war, there is not telling who would side against us, considering the circumstances. If he gets other races to go against us, then what would Freeza do? We would be ruined for sure. But if we just gave in. . . " Vegeta said, and trailed off.

"Then. . . ..what?"

"Then we would have to surrender. And ^you^ are what we must give up. So ^now^ you see, that Kakkarott did this on ^purpose^, so we would lose either way! Kuso!"

I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling uncomfortable. A 'friend' wouldn't nessacerily care this much about what happened to another friend. Or at least I didn't think so. Was it possible that Vegeta liked me. . . more than that?

Well, I had to ask myself the same question. I couldn't deny that I liked him for something more than a friend. I liked him. . . more than that. But how could I like my best friend?

"I. . . I don't know. I have to go." I hastily said, and shot up. I took one last look at Vegeta, who looked surprised and slightly embarrassed, then I ran out of the throne room as fast as I could.

~*~

Ah ahahahahahahhaha!! Cliffhangers are my *specialty*! Just when things were heating up. . . anywayz. . . what did ya all think?? I really need some guidence! What do you think should happen with Vegeta? What do you think he will do? Any outside opinion counts, because this all can't just be from how ^I^ see it! My way is sorta twisted. . . so whatever, send me whatever ideas you have, no matter how sucky they are! I don't care! It's all bout the love. . . ..LOL. . . ..

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