Edit: WARNING! – Hardcore B/V shippers turn away now. You will most likely not enjoy what comes, however if you wish to give it a chance be my guest but do not write hateful/spiteful comments. You have been warned.
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Bulma was glad to invite as many of the z fighters as could come. They'd all been training so hard she'd prepared a huge banquet for them amongst other things just so they could all kick back and relax. Chi-Chi demanded that Gohan stay at home however and study with his time off of training rather than join the others. Those who attended were Piccolo, Yamcha, Goku and Krillin. Vegeta was on the premises but was as usual being an insufferable unsociable jerk.
Thankfully there was enough food for everyone considering Goku ate at least two thirds of it. Bulma was about to go pester Vegeta about 'getting a life' when all z fighter's suddenly stopped midsentence. A powerful unknown Ki had made itself known, like a bright light in the dark.
Orta raised her head, the dream of the past had faded. She'd had herself sealed in a stasis isolation pod for her own protection. Blinking, her eyes still heavy from the long sleep.
She tapped her scouter as she yawned, checking the date. She waited for her mind to comprehend the numbers being displayed. Her original leaving date had been Age 737 and now it was showing Age 764. She had to blink several times to make sure it was correct. It should not have taken that long to follow the pod she'd been locked onto unless something went wrong.
"It wasn't supposed to be that long." The computer inside the pod began analysing her life signs as well as the environment outside the pod. "So I'm 42 and still looking great," she muttered. What had happened to the pod during all that time?
"Computer, state events since leaving Planet Vegeta."
The pod's machine responded without hesitation.
Age 737 1 month after launch an attack disrupted original destination path. Pod shut down unnecessary power to repair, landing delayed. Stasis activated Age 742 as pod landed on planet destination. Stealth and Stasis remained active until Current date Age 764.
Orta closed her eyes and tried not to claw at her own head in frustration. Her original plan had just gone to shit. The target was either dead or long gone by this point, there had to be another solution to the Saiyan race's extinction. She couldn't be alone. She'd made it off planet before the king could enact his rebellious plan which she knew wouldn't work.
Her tail shivered against her as the Pod gave its analysis.
Heart rate: Unchanged, Power Level: Unchanged, Mental State: Unsteady….
It took less than a nanosecond after its reading of her for her to punch it sending reverberations through the metal. "Unsteady my ass…piece of garbage."
Environment: Safe, Oxygen Levels: Optimal
She frowned at the machine, only Planet Vegeta ever read as Optimal.
Gravity: 10 times less than Planet Vegeta
She raised her eyebrows, a weak planet?
Main Inhabitants: Earthlings, Population: 3 Billion
"What in the name of Vegeta is an Earthling?" the machine didn't answer her and considering she had all the information she needed the pod let out a rush of air as it decompressed and opened. Unwrapping her tail from her waist she got out, wanting to stretch every part of her body before she got down to business. Reenergising her Ki felt like ecstasy after so long in a dormant state. Her tail thrashed like an angry cat behind her, as she continued to generate enough energy to feel like herself again. She let herself float back to the ground, now energised to her original state. The gravity made movement so easy, she bet she could fly on this planet even without her Ki.
She tapped her scouter and looked about at her surroundings. A large meadow to her left, courted by a forest at its edge.
Beautiful and weak.
A smile spread to her lips as she felt a sudden urge overtake her better judgement. She once again began to increase her energy levels as though her life depended on it. She exhaled so hard and suddenly she let out battle cry, flinging her hand out and propelling a small Ki ball directly into the forest. A moment of silence as it disappeared into the trees and serenity turned to chaos as the whole area exploded into a ball of flame.
She laughed to herself. "Still got it."
Two seconds of triumph was ended when she felt many varieties of Ki target her. She lowered hers to a more reasonable level but didn't hide. These creatures seemed to be well aware of her presence, she silently cursed her childish behaviour then shrugged. It didn't matter, she needed to work her muscles more than her Ki anyway. This should be fun, Orta thought. Maybe she'd finally get to meet an Earthling.
"I wonder if they'll be any uglier than Frieza." She thought for a moment then shook her head. "Nah."
"I'm assuming you all felt that too, huh?" Goku said looking around at his friends, or at least, those of whom were Z fighters. All affirmed his suspicions but none more so than Vegeta, who'd stepped out of the isolation of the Gravity Room to join them. He'd been avoiding all social obligations to further increase his chances of turning super Saiyan.
"That was one of the fastest increases in power I've ever felt," said Yamcha, his eyes stretching his scars as they widened in what appeared to be fear.
Half the gang rolled their eyes at him, the other half were preparing to take off in search of the new apparition of power. "It couldn't be the Androids could it?" Krillin murmured.
"Kakarot, there is something different about this energy." Goku turned to observe the Prince with a curious eye. Vegeta closed the gap between them, though he didn't look at him.
"Like what?"
Vegeta didn't know how to explain it. He'd felt it before on Planet Vegeta but couldn't quite put his finger on what was so distinct and familiar about it. It haunted his memories until Kakarot's stupid face appeared inches away from his.
"Get out of my face, Clown!"
"What? It's not my fault you zoned out." Krillin, Yamcha and Piccolo appeared behind them, ready to fly on a moment's notice. Their eyes trained on the two of them and their dialogue.
Vegeta shook himself out of his minor trance and headed towards the appearance of the Ki as fast as he could, determined to find out what made him so uneasy. The others followed suit in the same fashion, some more excited than nervous.
Chi-chi and Bulma looked at each other in irritation. "Sometimes I wish Vegeta would teach me to fly, just so I could kick his ass back down here!"
Chi-chi nodded, "join the club."
The blue haired beauty growled as she stomped towards her bag before clicking and flinging a capsule. It exploded into a haze before they could board the small airship. "Why can't we have any fun for at least five minutes?"
Chi-Chi rolled her eyes as she sat down next to her friend, ready for take-off. "Whatever this is, it better be important."
Orta's head flicked towards the horizon, feeling their approach. Their energy seemed undecided, they only knew someone was here. They didn't know who or why. A small smirk crossed her face before she completely erased all trace of her Ki and flew to the cliff behind the pod, hiding herself in a crack. She was made invisible by the shadows on the face of the cliff. It would take great eyesight and powerful Ki control to see or sense her.
She watched with mild interest as a variety of characters landed about her pod. She counted four. One of which was a Namekian, the rest were what her scouter identified as human until she scanned over the tall well-built male in orange and blue. His hair was jet black and forever scruffy; her scouter confirmed, he was a Saiyan.
Orta was too far to hear their speech but close enough to identify emotions through their tones of voice. Something felt wrong to her but she couldn't figure out what.
"That's a Saiyan pod," Piccolo pointed out reservedly. What would that be doing here? Was another Saiyan about to pop out of nowhere to cause trouble?
Goku knelt close to it and inspected the inside. "There is residual energy here, someone was here not long ago."
Neither of the Earthlings were listening as both were more frightened by what they saw over the ledge.
"Why would anyone do this?" Yamcha murmured in horror as animals great and small were screaming in agony as their home burned under the inferno. Krillin looked just as shocked at the scene, leaving Piccolo and Goku to sense something amiss.
"Hey, where'd Vegeta go?"
"I've got to have some fun, right?" she muttered under her breath as she watched all approach the scene of her target practice.
"Some of us have better things to do," A voice whispered in her ear. She managed to block the blow from directly hitting her, although it sent her body skyrocketing with the force. Eyes turned as she was announced via sight. Still stunned by the sudden, unexpected attack she stayed put, lowering her arms.
Her attacker rose to her level in the air and a standoff began. However this was a true Saiyan standoff, no words just observation and calculation of the opponent's skills. "Burning bunny's all well and good but ultimately pointless." His black flame-like hair identified him before her scouter could.
She gasped openly, forgetting to hide her true emotions behind a warrior's façade. "Vegeta? Prince Vegeta?"
This recognition seemed to please the Saiyan greatly, a smirk of pride was stamped on his face. "At last someone remembers me."
"All too well," Orta returned then remembered her place as a middle class warrior. "My Prince," she addressed as she lowered her eyes and unwrapped her tail to perform the proper greeting of one of higher standing. With her tail held aloft in front of her, well within Vegeta's reach, as a symbol of submission she waited for his reply.
Goku and Piccolo had sped into the air, closely followed by the Earthlings. They stopped themselves short, more curious than anything else as to what a female Saiyan was doing on Earth. An even better question was why was she prostrating herself in front of Vegeta?
Vegeta said nothing, instead he'd become uneasy as he identified the Royal Crest marked on her right leg. "What were you part of? Royal guard?" her eyes flashed with understanding.
He doesn't remember me, she thought in relief.
"Special agent." Her tail remained in the air, should she lower it now it would be disrespectful. Vegeta simply raised his eyebrow in disbelief. He sighed inwardly, at least she shows respect, he thought. His gaze momentarily drifted to Goku. He floated forwards and took her tail his gloved hands, his black eyes searching for her reaction as he squeezed ever so slightly, enough to cause an untrained Saiyan pain.
She didn't flinch, the offering had been formality not an invitation to harm. Just like Vegeta and Nappa, she'd been schooled in her tail arts enough so it was only an asset not a burden.
Seeing no restrained pain in her eyes, he changed his tactic. He slid to the end of her tail and rubbed skin beneath the soft brown fur. Her reaction was golden. The sensation of pleasure shooting through her tail and up her spine sent shivers through her body. In retaliation of this breach of formality she let out a short sharp Ki blast and darted away, wrapping her tail securely around her waist.
"How dare you?" she growled. The smoke cleared to show Vegeta unharmed by her attack. That cruel smirk was once again plastered on his face, and she realised her mistake. He'd wanted a reaction out of her so he could gauge her motives as well as experience.
That bastard!
At first he was surprised to see a female Saiyan, then felt pleased that not all of his race had been destroyed. Still she could be one of the weak one's after all her attack was nothing more than game of catch.
He looked her up and down, not a bad specimen. Around his height if not smaller but she was well muscled as well as lithe. Her hair was Saiyan black as expected but was tied in a hasty ponytail, wrapped and clipped to the back of her head. Most women of their kind kept it loose and wild, better representing their nature as well as their priorities of battle over looks.
His eyes moved further down to the brown limb she now had wrapped about her waist. It was nothing extraordinary, except for the length. Normally a Saiyan tail would be no longer than four feet but hers? Hers was around five. Its soft fur looked preened to perfection as well, what kind of Saiyan has time for that shit?
Her armour closely resembled his own though instead of being blue and gold hers was purple and gold. She also wore a red scouter, good to know she would underestimate them as he and Nappa once had.
Vegeta's mind travelled back to the point he had rubbed her tail, a harmless Saiyan prank to him seemed more like an insane violation to her. So what? He'd seen other young men of his race do such crude motions to Saiyan females on his planet without such a distraught reaction. He wondered why when it suddenly occurred to him that she may be younger than she looked, or at least more pure. Adult frivolity was common among Saiyans, love was nearly non-existent between mates. Finding a chaste female was like finding a human with a tail.
Reacting as such gave him reason to believe she was not voicing the real reason for her being on earth. "Such attitude from a feisty female." This tore a growl of anger from her. He'd forgotten the fun one could have teasing a bond with a horny female. He had only listened to the older Saiyan warriors during a female's heat. A female would only come to heat when her ideal mate was close. The scent and closeness of the female near drove the males insane. Most had to be put down like rabid animals.
The mating rituals had only been briefly explained by his parents before he was sent to Frieza. It began with a battle of wits more often than not before it escalated into full on violence. Once the dominant member of the pair had claimed victory, they would be free to choose whether or not the mate was suitable. If not the pair would separate, pride undamaged. If they were desired then the next stage of the ritual began, involving more teeth than punches, with temporarily sharpened fangs.
He smirked, wondering if she knew all the steps of this dance.
Orta ignored the Prince's invasive stare as she searched around, feeling two weaker energies enter her field of detection and looking upwards saw a small high tech airship. Her eyes flew to the two tailless Saiyans. In their eyes she saw familiarity and slight concern as they followed her gaze.
Orta decided to rectify her lost pride. Locking onto the ship she made a move as if she was aiming at the Prince rather than her actual target. "How's this for feisty?" she cried, firing her Ki disk of light at the ship.
Authors Notes
So though I am a massive fan of Bulma and Vegeta as a couple, I am currently undecided on how this is going to go relationship-wise, though I know there will be LEMON in the future chapters. This IS an alternate universe, so please be aware not everything will be in line with the plot of the DBZ universe. I am doing my best to keep all characters personalities intact, if they go too OOC please let me know as it was probably unintentional.
I welcome constructive criticism.