I couldn't really *do* anything to stop Yamcha from making this mistake. Even though he was considerably weaker than a Saiyan, he was much stronger than a normal human. All I could do was yell and struggle every once in a while, but Yamcha was happy to be able to see Goku. Apparently they were close friends.

We were about all the way there when Yamcha began to slow down. I took that opprotunity to try to tell him that Goku *wasn't* there, and Chichi *was*.

"Yamcha, uh, I don't know how to say this, but, uh, Goku isn't exactly here. And...he won't be, most likely, ever," I said feebly, already regretting all of this. Especially turning Goku in!

"What do you mean? Wouldn't Chichi be here? We could ask her," He said, and started to pull me towards the cottage again.

"NO!" I yelled, and Yamcha stopped in his tracks. He had never seen me mad before, I would show him to mess with Bulma Briefs!

"Goku isn't *here* because Frieza and King Vegeta have him. And Chichi doesn't know about it yet! Do *you* want to break the news to her??"

Yamcha swallowed and nodded, his face pale and scared. I obviously had some affect on him after all. I smirked and put my hands on my hips.

"Didn't think so! Now, shut up and follow my lead," I said, and started casually walking up to the small house, hiding my nervousness. I may have been brave, but not enough to not dread breaking...well...a little white lie to Chichi.

As soon as we stepped on the porch, I heard muffled screaming and some noises. Next thing I knew, someone had grabbed me from behind and was holding me 'hostage style'. I screamed before they covered my mouth with a gloved hand. A hand I recognized.

I turned my head back to see Vegeta glaring down at me. He released my mouth and a spiral of questions were about to pop out when a Saiyan, the one who had been chasing me, came out of the cottage, a screaming Chichi in tow. I was amazed that he had managed to miss the frying pan, but was proved wrong when the huge bruise on the other side of his face proved otherwise.

Yamcha came up in front of Vegeta, trying to look brave. His knees were practically shaking, who was he fooling?

"L-l-let her go! Or el-else!" He warned. He was too scared to say much more.

Vegeta laughed at his weak ki, or whatever else he saw about him. I sneered and bit into his hand.

"What was that for?! Kuso!" He swore, but didn't loosen his grip. Apparently, I wasn't strong enough to do him any harm at all.

"Let me go!" I yelled, and began to struggle. Vegeta didn't laugh or anything when I did this.

"No, I have some things to say to you, woman. Take those two losers away," He ordered the guard, who easily dragged both Chichi and Yamcha to the ship.

I struggled a little more and he let me go. I bolted away from him and stood on the other side of the deck.

"What do you want?" I asked, fiddling with the Gucci bag.

He crossed his arms and leaned against a railing. He looked the other way, out to the woods surrounding the house. The early morning sun shone through the trees, shining on the dew and mist above the ground. I was sure he didn't see this on Vegetasei.

"I want you to stay here on Earth with me," He said, and glared at his feet.

I stood there for a couple minutes, running *this* one through my head. Why would he want me to be here with him?

"What...why? Why wouldn't you want to be back on Vegetasei, you are King there! Your whole planet *needs* a ruler!" I protested, giving him a dissapproving look. It wasn't very smart to run away from it like that!

He shook his head and advanced on me. "No. You have it all wrong. I am not running away from my planet, I am gaining *for* it. Resources were always limited there, and I come here and see that you will *never* do anything with this planet but *pollute* and destroy it. Saiyans are sort of like planet-brokers. Imagine the things we could gain through this! And in order to understand this planet, we need *you*. Your father's company was one of the prosperous around. Everyone believes that you are dead. But if you show up again, then they will all listen to you, like the twits they all are. You mother certainly isn't a good choice for this," He explained, and stopped advancing about five feet in front of me.

I smirked at his far-fetched idea. "Yeah, right. The whole world's gonna listen to a fifteen year old *girl*!" I sneered, and laughed coldly. You couldn't gain anything with Vegeta unless you played his game.

"They won't listen to *you*, they will listen to *me*," Vegeta laughed. "Because you will be under *my* control. Who is going to dare to stop me? Certainly not one of those weaklings on this planet!"

My jaw dropped and I glared. "What if I don't want to play along?" I asked, my voice getting louder as my anger grew.

Vegeta's voice grew dangerously quiet. "Everyone plays *my* game, even you, under proper persuasion."

I walked closer to him until I was barely a couple inches away from his broad chest.

"I don't play *anyone's* game but *mine*," I growled, and pushed his chest as hard as I could. He stumbled back a step before he caught himself.

"Don't fuck with me, sweetling, you have *no* idea," He warned, and grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the woods.

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So, whaddaya think? Methinks that Bulma is in deep shit! Tell me what you think, or chat with me for awhile, ja ne!

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