I screamed and pounded on Frieza's strong back, fighting for my freedom, and possibly my life. I had to keep on trying, so I could at least tell Kami that I had tried when I was dead.

"Let me *down*!" I screamed, and dug my nails into his back, drawing warm, crimson blood. I felt this crazy urge to rip him *apart*, and screamed my anguish as I dug my nails into him as hard as I could possibly manage, and almost half of my fingers were into his body.

I felt a strange satisfaction at his surprised scream of pain. No doubt it hurt really bad! He writhed in pain, dropping me in the process. I screamed bloody murder and decided that being captured by Frieza sure beat drowning in the Atlantic Ocean. I fell down to the crashing waves below, and closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like to die.

I never got to experience this, for someone had caught me, right above the deep, dark depthes of my supposed grave. I opened my eyes. Vegeta was glaring at me.

"You are far more trouble then you are worth!" He said, and floated up to where Frieza was rubbing his bloody back, which was turned towards us. I guessed that Vegeta was masking his ki.

He looked shocked at the sight of Frieza's back. He turned to me and his eyes were wide. "You did *that*?" He asked.

I nodded and showed him my long, bloody nails. He cringed slightly, not wanting the same fate probably, and cleared his throat. Frieza glanced back, surprised. Vegeta smirked, flipped him off, and sped away, back towards Miami.

~*~

Lela was sitting against one of the railings of the balcony, tears streaming down her face. I could feel Vegeta's anger rise as we neared her. I felt a pang of guilt when I remembered that Vegeta had warned me that it was just too coincidential that she had found us. She looked up at us when we were about to land, and then looked back down, ashamed and afraid.

"I-I am so, so sorry Bulma. I don't blame you, Vegeta, if you want to kill me," She said softly, head down and face sad.

"Well, then, step up on the railing and jump up and down, I guess I could use some work on my aim," Vegeta said cooly, really meaning it, to my dismay.

"Vegeta! No one deserves such a death! I think it would be far worse to just let her live with her mistakes," I said, and crossed my arms. "After all, I believe that you have enough innocent blood on your hands."

He looked at me like I was crazy or something, and I met his gaze with a smirk.

"We can't stay here, Frieza will be back," I said softly, and turned to go soak in a bath, to wash away the blood and fear that was on my tired body.

"Fine then, you are going to miss the show," Vegeta said, and I could really feel him powering up. I spun on my heels and grabbed his arm and narrowed my eyes. He rolled his own eyes and dropped his hand. "You will regret this later!" He growled, and stomped off somewhere in the apartment, leaving me and Lela alone.

"You go back to Frieza, and I won't stop him next time," I said, and turned to go get my bath.

"I am sure that you will have no problem convincing him. You look so good with him," Lela said, and I almost detected a hint of gratitude in her trembling voice. "But you are right, it would be so much worse to live with my sins."

I stared at her, unsure of what she was going to do. I held my ground while she climbed up on the railing, standing on unsteady legs. I gasped and put a hand to my mouth when I realized her intentions. I shook my head and my face went pale, I could feel it.

"Goodbye," Lela whispered. "I guess I can *really* know your future now." She said, and fell backwards into the crashing ocean below.

I screamed and bolted to the rail, looking down. There was no trace of her, save the ripples that she had caused. A tear rolled down my cheek.

"Goodbye, Lela," I mumbled, and turned when I heard a noise behind me.

Vegeta was standing in his doorway, staring at me. "This doesn't look good."

I shook my head and wrapped my arms around myself. This dress was definitly ruined.

"She killed herself, Vegeta. She would have rather given up life itself than face her crimes. That makes me wonder what else she did," I said. "We can't stay here. Frieza is probably smoldering mad now."

He nodded and then studied me with critcal eyes. "Wash up, first. I am sure you don't want whatever disease Frieza has on your hands." He turned and walked away from the balcony.

I made my way to the bathroom, my hands shaking the whole way.

~*~

The hot water had soothed my aching muscles and washed away all evidence of what had happened. I wrapped a black towel around myself and padded quietly to my room, leaving a little trail of water behind.

I closed my door behind me and grabbed a medium-sized black leather backpack. I began stuffing all my clothes and essentials in it hastily, including the money I had, which was about $1,000, maybe a little less. With Vegeta's eating habits, I wagered it wouldn't last long.

I grabbed a pair of black capris and a white wife-beater and threw them on, pulling my wet hair up into a high ponytail, not even bothering with makeup, considering it was all packed away. I shoved on a pair of black clunky combat boots, close to the ones I had worn as a child, on and walked out of my room, backpack slung over my shoulder.

Vegeta was ready in the front hall, carrying nothing. I didn't question him and let him lead the way out of the apartment complex. Neither of us had any idea as to where we were going, but I don't think it really mattered, at least Frieza had *less* of an idea!

We walked southward, all the way down to the small city areas, where there were far less people, to our advantage, and far *more* beaches, also to our advantage. We would stop when rest was nessacery, and I found myself growing tired more than Vegeta. I had to wear sunglasses against the brutal sun, as he did not, and when it got unbearably hot, we found shade or swam.

We were in a practically deserted area, all sand and palm trees, when I just got too sick of walking and tired to go on. I growled and sat down under a particularily large palm and pushed my bangs straight back into the sweaty mess of a ponytail that my hair was in. I was beginning to wish we were in Alaska!

Vegeta crossed his arms and stood in front of me, blocking the sun, to my relief.

"Thank you," I breathed, and put my hands behind my head.

He rolled his eyes and stepped away, causing the sun to pierce my vision again, even though I had sunglasses on. I winced and shook my head at his arrogance.

"I wasn't standing there to block the sun, baka, I was just going to tell you to get off your ass and get moving!" He said, a little too loud for my comfort, personally.

"So what. I am not going on unless I get to sleep," I said, and leaned back, relaxing at last.

He scowled and cursed under his breath, and walked up to the water. His tail waved back and forth and sat down near the waves. I watched him, wondering what he was thinking. I wished I knew, wouldn't *that* be an adventure? The only way to possibly tell as far as I knew was bonding, but fat chance for that one! I laughed softly and smiled to myself. I couldn't imagine him being soft towards anyone...

I layed down on the warm sand, even in the shade, and fell asleep. My dreams were disturbing and confusing....

~*~

I was floating, on a small pale blue cloud, up and up and up. The sun high above shined down on me, warming me up and filling me with happiness and peace. The cloud kept on rising, and it burst through larger clouds, like big chunks of blue cotton candy agaisnt a nice pink sunsetting sky.

The cloud gained speed and flew higher, until it stopped next to a really big one. It was different from the rest, being white in color. Gentle winds were blowing, causing my loose long hair to whirl around me in a circular pattern. It was like I was caught in a small tornado, harmless yet questionable. I heard someone growl behind me and saw Vegeta struggling against another little cyclone. I blinked and saw that yes, it was most definitly him! I whistled and he looked over.

He tried to tell me something, but it was lost, for as far as I could tell, there was no communitcation aloud here! I shook my head and pushed my hair out of my face.

"Bulmaaaaaa..." Someone softly called, their voice like music.

Both Vegeta and I started and looked around. He fought his little cyclone and made his way over to me, where he could be heard. I nodded to him and listened harder.

"Bulmaaaaaaa..."

I shook my head and glanced, around, squinting against the sunset, and my hair blowing around me. Vegeta looked around too, just looking a little less patient. Why was he in my dream??

"Bulmaaaaaa...come to meeeee...."

I frantically looked around for the source, but still couldn't see. Someone tapped my shoulder and I whipped around, my hair slapping me in the back as I went.

"Bulmaaaaaa....." The strange person said to me. She was sitting on a small cloud next to mine, minus the little whirlwinds.

She was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. She had light lavender hair, that went to her shoulders in masses of curls, and her eyes were like tiny oceans, and they seemed to be full of happy tears. Her small, pink lips were curled into a perfect smile.

"Who-who are you?" I asked, struggling to see throught the whirlwind of my hair and light breezes.

The girl giggled and touched my nose softly. I felt a tingle go through me. She giggled at my dismay, then looked at Vegeta, who was looking quite startled now.

She went to touch his nose, but he growled softly and glared. She giggled harder and looked at me with her pretty eyes again.

"Bulmaaaaaaa....help me, help me please!" She said, her voice like little bells.

"Who-who *are* you?!" I asked, a little harsher this time. The girl smiled and closed her eyes, shaking her head in shame.

"My very own daughter doesn't recognize me! I thought that I always looked the same when I was a child...." She said in her flutey voice.

I froze and studied her. Once I looked, she *did* resemble my mother. I felt a small tear run down my face.

She changed form and went to her normal age, as I had last seen her. I felt a strange power around me, and felt myself changing also. I was a little girl with shoulder-length, straight lavender hair again. I was six again!

I looked back and saw that Vegeta was also younger. He looked basically the *same*, save he looked much younger and less harsh and more spoiled and self-centered. I giggled, and turned back to my mother.

"Bulma, I have called you for a reason," She said, beckoning me to her. I floated over and landed in her sweet embrace. She smiled and so did I. Vegeta looked on with sorrowful eyes.

"Prince Vegeta...don't be sad, your mother is well," My mother said, and Vegeta looked away.

"Bulma, I have called you here for a reason. You see, things are not well in the mortal world. The Saiyans are unsure of what to do without Vegeta's guidance, and I plan to fix that by sending him back. To much depends on it. But I am not sure what to do with you..." She said, and looked into the sky, thinking.

"Mother....I-I don't want to be alone," I said softly, and pressed my face into her chest, tears falling silently. I needed to be with her again.

"No one does, honey, no one! But you are one of the lucky few who are strong enough. Follow your heart more than your mind, dear," She said, and stroked my hair.

I thought. Earth was no longer my home. Vegetasei was a new beginning again, and something told me that I should go there. I pulled away from my mother and felt myself growing older again. My hair grew and my figure changed, as well as Vegeta's.

"See Bulma, you are old enough to make your own decisions now. You will both be transported to Vegetasei at once," She said, and kissed my forehead gently. "I love you...." And she was gone.

~*~

More dreams, well, visions. See ya in 39, and just to tell ya, this might well be close to the end.....tell me your thoughts....ja ne!

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