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The next morning . . . .

Bulma ran her fingers through her hair as the sun filtered in through the curtained windows. Vegeta watched her, his arms crossed in the usual fashion. Something had been plaguing him for the past few hours, and he'd only figured out what now: how were they going to get out.

He walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. The smiled and covered his with her own. "Woman," he whispered in her ear. "How are we getting out?"

She frowned. "We could try walking out the door, but I don't think that would work. Trunks told you one of us would have to die, right?"

He nodded.

She sighed. "Well, technically, that's the only way to get out: you die."

He let go of her and started to pace the room. "He told me that you would have to die for me to be released. How were you figuring-" But he knew the answer. "You were going to die here," he stated simply.

She didn't turn to look at him. "Yes," she whispered. "I could live without you, I could stand living with others, and I couldn't kill myself."

He let the moment go by silently. "So, we're going to have to live here forever?"

She finally turned around to look at him. "Maybe not," she said, getting up from her seat and walking around the room, her fingers steepled. She stopped and looked at him. "My father may be able to get us out."

He looked at her skeptical. "Isn't your father dead?"

She pursed her lips together. "No, he's very much alive."

"And waiting for you to call on him," a man said, materializing out of thin air just as Kane usually did. He was a tall man, toned to perfection. He walked over to his daughter and placed his arm around her, smiling.

Vegeta shook his head and ran his hands over his eyes; this place was weird.

"Dad," Bulma whispered. She hugged him fiercely and then introduced Vegeta. They shook hands.

"Took you long enough," Olemu said to Vegeta.

"What do you mean?" Vegeta said, narrowing his eyes.

"I've been watching you. Let's just say you couldn't see Earth because you weren't ready to."

"Who are you?" Vegeta said.

"The Guardian of this planet, which is all you need to know," Olemu said simply. "Now," he said, clapping his hands together, "there's only one way to get you two out of here: something needs to be sacrificed."

"Dad, neither of us want to die," Bulma said to her father.

He looked at her incredulous. "No one said anything about anyone dying."

"Then what are we to sacrifice?" she questioned him.

Olemu looked at Vegeta. "Are you willing to spend the rest of your life with her?"

Vegeta swallowed. "Y-yes."

"Are you sure?" Olemu pressed.

"Of course I'm sure," Vegeta snarled.

Olemu waved his hand. "Then so be it. Should you ever leave her, you will die."

And before anything could be said, Bulma and Vegeta were outside of the doors, staring dumbly at them.

"Woman, you're father is weird," he muttered loud enough for her to hear.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "What exactly do you think you are?"

He glared at her. "I am quite normal."

"Normal?" she said, spinning so she could look at him. "How is killing millions of people normal?"

He shut his mouth and crossed his arms. She smiled back at him smugly.

"Mother?" a voice said.

Bulma turned and saw Trunks. He eyes went wide. "Trunks!" she said. She ran to him and hugged him strongly.

"You got out," he said.

"Your father too," she replied.

Trunks stared at the man who was his father. "How'd he get out?"

"Oh, he just said he'd stay with me forever," she replied casually, walking over to Vegeta and putting her arms around his waist.

Vegeta growled softly in his throat. The woman was making a mockery of him. He would have to teach her a lesson . . . later.