Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ

A/N: Hi all, this is an exciting new A/U I have been thinking about lately. I'm using some more traditional spelling for characters names. And some of the ages aren't correct to the series. Other than that I don't think anyone is OOC.

Vegeta – Vegeta Oji

Bulma – Bulma

King Vegeta – Vegeta Ou


Part 1

Vegeta Oji rod his horse down into the coastal village. He led a team of four men, their mission was more of a search; a search for concubines for his father, Vegeta Ou. This was a task he completed every year. He had done it since the summer he turned fourteen.

"This is the last town before we head back to the kingdom for the official selection Sire" A guard stated behind Vegeta Oji.

"And thank the gods for that, I get tiresome of these outer coastal towns. So dirty and common" Vegeta Oji scowled.

This job was so beneath him. But it was his father's way of putting him in his place. Vegeta Oji just wanted to visit this last town and head home, the town's people knew this was a time of year the scouts would come offering a ripe reward for any beautiful virgin daughter they may have. It was a somewhat easy life for the girl if chosen by the king himself, if not it was off to the local brothels if one of the soldiers didn't claim her first. Vegeta Oji was never interested in such things. He had been with many women but never kept any.

A group of people were waiting in the town centre for the men; they had probably been warned by a scout so they could freshen up their daughters for Vegeta Oji.

"Line them up." Called one the soldiers as he dismounted his horse.

Vegeta Oji graceful jumped off his horse, removing his riding gloves so he could inspect the girls waiting. Many of the village women watched him in awe. It was rumoured Vegeta Oji was the most handsome man ever to grace the land. And they all blushed as he walked by.

Vegeta Oji walked by the girls who were lined up like cattle. None really catching his eye, he sighed. This was so demeaning; he would rather be training than doing this! As he walked down the line of young girls a pair of crystal blue eyes caught his gaze. They almost stopped him in his tracks, if it wasn't for his training in never letting an enemy throw him off he would have feel to his knees. A short breath and a hard swallow Vegeta Oji stepped toward her. Her long blue hair blew slightly beside her well framed face. She had a look of determination in her eye; she was a fiery one indeed. Vegeta Oji smirked, he had found his fathers next bride. Without a doubt.

"What is your name girl?" Vegeta Oji Boomed.

"Bulma…Sire."


The horses were tied up by a tree, the campfire was blazing now. Raw meat hung above it, slowly being turned by a soldier. Everyone else was busying themselves raising Vegeta Oji's tent and preparing the meal.

Vegeta Oji was down at a near by river washing himself before everything was set up and he could finally eat. He had his clothes and armour hung up on a tree. Dipping his head under the water he came back up and with the growing light he noticed something rustling in the bushes beside the river. Something was there, not making a very good attempt to conceal itself from him. He continued to pretend he didn't notice but still keeping all his focus on that area. Another noise and branches moved, Vegeta Oji made a split decision and ran for the shore. It was without a doubt the girl they had picked up from the last town. Bulma.

He had paid good money for the wench and she was not going to escape him! Vegeta Oji ran after her, his long strides brought him a few metres of her within seconds. She was no match for him. Grabbing her around the waist and bringing her to the ground she screamed out as she hit the dirt. Vegeta Oji quickly flipped himself over as he pushed himself on top of her, pinning her to the ground. She wiggled with all her might trying to free herself.

"Be still girl! Don't dishonour your family by running; they accept the king's money in trade for you! Where did you think you would go?" He fiercely asked the girl.

"Anywhere but to your king's bed!" She spat back.

Vegeta Oji slapped her with a free arm, the girls face flooded with shock. Tears started to fill her eyes and stream down her face.

"He is your king wench and you best remember that, you haven't been selected yet! I could easily send you to the whore houses. Then whose bed would you be in? Drunken sailors?" He growled at the young girl.

She stopped fighting and laid there defeated, she wasn't getting away from him. He was one of the fiercest warriors ever to be born. The stories she had heard about Vegeta Oji ran shivers down her spine. He would track her down and slit her throat, this was the legend of Vegeta Oji.

Vegeta Oji stood up pulling her by her arm. She opened her eyes and looked at the Prince. Only just realising he was completely naked, water still beading down his incredible body. Sculpted by the gods, there was no other explanation for it. she felt her face start to burn as her eyes studied his body, his manhood. Vegeta Oji smirked.

"What's wrong girl? Have you never seen a man's body before? I suppose not, you are a virgin after all… or are you?" He laughed.

Bulma turned away; she was bright red but had stopped crying. Vegeta Oji let her go and pushed her in the direction of the camp.

"Next time you try to run I will slice you in half, I am tired and hungry I have no time for your silly little games!" He yelled as they headed for the other soldiers.


Vegeta Oji ate by himself in his tent, which had Bulma's small tent attached to it after her little escape episode. He ate in silence just the way he liked it, at the castle he was always attending parties and royal dinners. It infuriated him. He was in charge of the royal army, he commanded respect of the troops and the people they protected. He wasn't fit for the social life of politics, all he wanted was to become the strongest, the most powerful warrior in all existence.

He heard sobbing coming from the tent beside him and he heard shouting and laughter from outside where the troops were eating. He was never truly alone like he wanted. But that would change, when he became king!


The sun started to rise up over the eastern mountain. Vegeta Oji breathed in the air, it was starting to get cooler with each morning. Soon he would be back at the capital leading his men. Back to where he was supposed to be, not roaming the country side for 'silly play girls' for his father. He felt Bulma's arms around his waist tighten as the horse started to trot. He wasn't going to ride any less hard for this girl; he wanted to get home as quickly as possible. She was going to have to bear it.

"We should be home with in a month men, we leave the slow behind" He commanded as he slammed his legs into the side of his stallion.

His horse gained speed and Bulma's grip tightened once more.


A/N: Well that's the first chapter, I hope you all enjoyed. Let me hear your comments.