Hey guys here's a Bulma and Vegeta story. I just love these two! Please review and I hope you guys enjoy!

Vegeta was looking up at the blank walls of his room. He was the prince of Sayians, an elite warrior fighting class. He had blown up planets and wiped out races. He was a warrior and murderer. Rage filled his purpose and was his motive for blowing up the ships engine. At 13 years old he scarred fear into his opponent's hearts. Yet to Frieza and his henchman he was nothing more than a savage ape. Bile rose up in his throat as he pounded the wall. Locked up in his room like a child being scolded did not suit him well. He had asked for a more challenging assignment and in return was laughed and mocked at. This hurt his pride and acted on impulse. Satisfied by his work and the look of angered faces around him he had prepared for a full on war aboard the ship. No one had touched him and that was what scarred him the most. Frieza waved a hand and sent him sprawling on the floor coughing up blood. Vegeta never saw him leave from his throne but felt jabs in his chest, thighs, and face. Luckily his blood allowed him to heal quickly but sitting in his room remembering this made him furious. If things didn't change soon he would be Frieza's whipping boy for all eternity!

"Lord Frieza has requested you presence."

Vegeta whirled around to see a cocky guard outside his door. He did not look at him but spat on the officer's shoe and stormed off. The doors flew open as he carelessly tossed them aside. He looked around to find the central command room empty. His eyes locked onto his target as he saw Frieza unmoving, back turned to his face. Apparently he couldn't even acknowledge his presence.

"Vegeta so nice of you to stop by, you were just the person I was looking for, said Frieza coldly."

"If you expect me to bow down begging for forgiveness I believe you are surely mistaken. I'd much rather take on a beating."

"Aaahh Vegeta, you must learn to control that insolent tongue of yours. I'm sure you're well aware of the damage you did earlier."

It took all of his self control not to blow up the entire ship."Yes."

"I'd like to thank you."

Vegeta was caught off guard. "What?"

"Yes, now that you destroyed our only engine it seems will need a new one, a better one. I've decided to have an engine be built three times its normal size and twice as much power and storage."

"B-But there are no known species who can make such an effort?! No one is that smart here!"

"Yes, here."

"What do you mean?"

"Are you familiar with a small sector called Earth?"

"I thought that was one of the weaker planets meant to be dust already."

"It was but it would seem the mission had failed. Such a minor planet was of no concern to us there for we did nothing about it."

"And now the topic sparks interest."

"Yes, you see we found a specimen from this so called Earth. It was a weakling like the rest of its kind but its mind was of use to us. The planet itself has valuable materials that would allow such an engine to be made possible. The specimen confronted me and my men an offered a good trade."

"A trade?"

"More like a sacrifice. This planet Earth would be spared and its inhabitants as well but the specimen would come with us and build this grand engine."

"Seems like foolishness."

"Vegeta do you consider yourself an elite warrior?"

"Of course I am! Vegeta shouted out indignantly."

"To claim this is a lie, a true elite warrior is merciless however what you don't have is patience and that will cost you dearly."

Here it comes, another test. Vegeta prepared himself for assaults or death blows.

"Listen carefully boy, I'm offering a chance to redeem yourself. I want you to watch over it, make sure it sticks to the agreement. Then when the job is done I want you to kill it."

Vegeta stood frozen with mixed emotions of shock and uncontrollable fury! "And if I refuse—" He felt himself being flung across the room over and over. His head and body colliding with the ships interior. He was sure this was it. That he was going to die. Bracing himself for the final strike he slowly rose to his feet.

"Good. Que will lead you to the cell where it is being kept. The specimen will be allowed out if you accompany it at all times. Understood."

It was not a question. "Yes."

"You are dismissed."

Vegeta had walked through the ships many times and was familiar with the ships interior by now. He didn't know what to expect but he would show no mercy. He was the prince of all Sayian's and would not be treated otherwise. Slowly they made their way down the hall.

"This is as far as I am directed to go, said Que."

Vegeta ignored the blithering idiot and stepped through the double doors. It was cold and damp but there was a light switch down the hall. With a flick of the wrist he lit up the corridor and marched till he found the correct cell number. Putting on a triumphant face he opened the door to see this specimen. His jaw dropped. Inside was a small girl with blue eyes and sea green hair. She was skinny and pale but matched his gaze with a look of fearlessness and courage. She was… attractive.

"I suppose they sent you to escort me to a nicer cell. Well tell them I'd much rather spend my time down here, much less people that way, the girl said in a steady and annoyed tone."

"Do you have any idea who you are dealing with?!."

"I see that even the boys here are cold and arrogant."

"I am not a Boy! I am an elite warrior and the prince of all Sayians!"

"May I at least know my princes name?"

The way she said it made his body shake and his heart beat faster. I don't understand, she's a girl! She poses no threat to me what so ever?! I should not be so easily distracted!

His mouth hung open but no reply came.

She looked at him now with soft eyes. "Guess I'm not worthy of knowing your name. Unlike you however I have manners. My name is Bulma, said the girl as she held out her hand."

"What is this?!"

"It's an earth gesture when greeting people."

Vegeta spat at the ground in disgust. "How old are you?"

"I'm 13."

He felt a small flutter of surprise in his chest although he quickly dismissed it. "You are allowed to leave this cell as long as I accompany you! I expect nothing short of complete obedience."

"Then you thought wrong."

"Are you defying me?!"

This time the girl casually rode to her feet and gave a sliver of a smile. "While you may be a warrior I am a genius and am to be treated decently. No matter how much you may force me I refuse to cooperate unless you show some manners. While I am in no position to bargain seeing I am prisoner here keep in mind that it is you who need my help"

Vegeta's rage boiled up inside him and was about to say something when Bulma put her hand into his. He stared up at her in complete shock and… curiosity.

"W-What—"

"I heard someone was coming to take me from this dreary place but I definitely wasn't expecting someone like you.

"OH?!"

"Yes, I expected a mindless alien with a gun but instead found and angry, arrogant, and attractive prince. Today must be my lucky day, Bulma said sarcastically!"

"I tend to leave a first impression on people, he smirked."

"Is that why you're covered in bruises? You look like you've been through hell."

"I am hell, he said coldly."

"That's not the first impression I'm thinking of."

"Shut up! You stupid wrench! Suddenly Vegeta remembered her hand in his. He hastily pulled away."

"I am not afraid of you."

"Oh I assure you, you will be!"

"No."

"What?! How dare you—" He was shocked to find Bulma gripping the end of his tail in her hand.

"I didn't know you hand a tail? What are you? What's your name? Bulma saw his nervous and shocked reaction so she politely let go of his tail. This time she looked right up at him as she grabbed hold of his hand…again."

"V-Vegeta, was all he could manage to say before he gawked at her again." Who is this girl? She is certainly a beautiful specimen but she has fire in her gaze and… Fool! Do not think such things, they will cost you dearly. I WILL kill her for making me think such things.

"I will show around the haul of the ship and your quarters but as soon as I do you are to start on the engine, understood!"

Bulma didn't know who he was or if he was even human but she found him rather attractive looking and irritating. A prince huh? Well let's see if he feels this. In response to his angry outburst she kissed him on the check and saw his face turn a scarlet color.

"How generous of you, she said coolly. I should count myself lucky to have Vegeta, the prince of Sayian's grace me with his presence."

At this remark Vegeta felt his whole body heat up as he looked shamefully down at the floor. Whoever this girl, Bulma, was she sure knew how to push his buttons. Although he felt himself tense next to her. His hand still grasped hers, warm and delicate to the touch.

"Follow me, he tried to say forcefully but his voice wavered unevenly."

He cursed himself for it and looked behind to find the girl looking down at the floor with a small smile on her lips. For some bizarre reason Bulma fascinated him but he promised himself he would not be weak. So with a tighter grip and quick pace he led her around the ship his heart pounding louder with each step. As he buried all feelings he had just experienced he couldn't forget her lips on his check and how he, as much as he would deny this, enjoyed it. Silently shaking his head of the memory he walked down the hall with Bulma trailing behind.