Not What They Expected

By: OtakuKidXD

Summary: AU fanfiction. An heiress is spoiled, a girl can't fight and they certainly can't use Ki, and most never thought that Bulma could be useful outside her family name. It certainly surprised one prince of Saiyans and he wasn't alone for the ride. She may not be a front line fighter, but that didn't mean she couldn't be of help. This is my take on Bulma's character and it's the time after Freiza's defeat, BV eventually and many OOC moments. I suck at summaries, so more info in the first chapter AN

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AN: So yeah, I've been reading a lot of fictions between Bulma and Vegeta and I decided to write my own, though if it seems that I'm ripping off of another story, I'm not trying to. It may be subconscious that I use similar elements since I'm reading them all the time, but there are things in mine that are specific for this story.

First off, Bulma can use Ki because there is no way that she is around the Z fighters so much and didn't ask to learn it at some point. She doesn't have a lot of it either, she can fly but it takes a lot out of her due to the constant drain. She is more of a very high precision user in terms of Ki abilities.

Second, people seem to forget that she knows Namekian. She had to know in order to fly her space ship to Namek in the first place. So yeah, she can talk to the Namekians on her own in secret without the others understanding if she were to chose to.

And lastly, I am going to abuse the heck out of the fact that she was able to change the scouter's language to English or rather that she (in my version) is going to take that translator ability and abuse it. So in other words, spoiler, she knows Saiya-go, the Saiyan's language. That scouter has many other uses also; like she will also have access to the planets culture and history and already has it saved because she has hacked into Freiza's mainframe without being caught. Just accept it. She's a genius and has her reasons.

Also, this is a Bulma x Vegeta, not a Bulma X Goku, no matter how the situations surrounding them seem. I also had her NEVER get together with Yamcha and her original reason for pursuing the dragon balls were different, because no one would ever waste a wish on a boyfriend.

This is all I want to give away about this fanfic. Hopefully you enjoy. Tell me if you do or don't though so I know what to fix.

In other words…REVIEW PLEASE…

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"Human Speech"

'Thoughts'

"Namekian"

"Saiya-go"

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Returned From Namek, Trouble Begins

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"If you guys don't have anywhere to stay, you all can come stay at my place." The blue-headed heiress called out across the field holding her fist to her chest. "I have plenty of room at the compound and it's the least I could do. So, what do you say, come with me?" She looked around at the Namekians, holding out her hand in offer of a deal making hand shake. The 'new' oldest Namekian came forward, one hand on his hip and the other scratching by his antenna. "Are you sure you wouldn't mind? We're a lot of Namekians Bulma. We wouldn't want to intrude."

"It's no problem. You're looking at one of the richest and most resourceful people on this planet. Housing a few hundred guests is no problem for me. Besides, you were kind enough to offer your dragon ball's use later so housing is the least I could do." Bulma stuck her hand out in gesture again, hoping for reciprocation. "So, do we have a deal?" She smiled warmly at the Namekian's new leader.

'New leader," she thought/remembered, 'He must be new at this then and probably unsure of himself. After all, he's now responsible for so many more people. His people need a home and security at this time of insecurity. He'd better take my offer. I want to help them.' And it was true. The Namekians had just lost their Guru, essentially the closest thing that they would ever have to a father, and their whole home. They lost their planet and were brought here, to a completely different place. It was great that the Namekians had gotten wished back and that Freiza was gone, but that didn't mean the pain would lessen, now there were just more people to feel it.

It's amazing any of them made it back. With Freiza being the dictator and bringer of destruction he was, it wasn't likely that any of them should have made it back. Honestly, it was a blessing. One minute they were on a planet about to explode, and then the next they were back on earth. Now it was simply a waiting game, for both the dragon balls and for the next villain. 'After all, we are THE most magnetic group for trouble.' Bulma thought wryly. It's been that way since they were kids.

"Please accept my offer. Your people need a place to rest." Bulma told the Namekian leader, holding her hand out even further, urging him with her eyes. Her usage of their language had many astounded; anyone that was in hearing range was in surprise except Dende and Gohan. Even the ever stoic Prince of Vegetasei had his eyes widen in surprise though he didn't know what it was that she said.

"Where did you learn our language from child?" The Namekian leader questioned Bulma, in awe of hearing someone non-Namekian speak the language. Bulma smiled and lowered her hands to her hips, proud of her accomplishment.

"The ship we used to reach Namek was a voice activated ship and the only language it accepted was Namekian since that's where it originated. I have a friend here who learned from his master and taught me so my friends and I could use it. I kept at it until I was fluent, even if the ship didn't need so many words to operate. So, did I pass?"She asked with a grin, wondering if they could understand her well enough. She didn't have many people that she could practice with anyways.

"Yes child, you pass. Your accent is hardly noticeable. Is your offer of home still available? You're right we need a place to stay and it's kind of you to offer yours." The leader chuckled then bowed his head towards Bulma for her gracious offer of a temporary home for all his kind.

"Of course it's open. It's open for all of you, Vegeta included if you don't mind." Her addition of Vegeta stunned them, and Vegeta hearing his name snapped his attention to the blue-haired female talking about him to the Namekians.

"But why? He's a killer. He's not to be trusted." The Namekian leader questioned Bulma, flabbergasted at her wanting to extend the invitation to that monster.

"But he's also the reason Gohan is still alive and for that matter me as well. Yes, I'll admit he killed a village of your people, but if you'd like, we can bring them back with our dragon balls. At that time, for him, the only options were getting the dragon balls or death. It's not the best defense and he probably could have gone at it in a different way, but if the roles were reversed would you kill him in order for the chance at your, and most likely your people's, survival?" Bulma knew she had gotten them there. After all, a villainous act can be seen from another perspective as simply the best option at the time or even the right thing to do. In war, the opposing sides always view the others as the enemy and the villain. It all depended on which side you came from.

"But child, this is different. He is evil and he's a killer. How do you know he will not stab you in the back?" The leader implored. All the Namekians looked towards her now, hoping she'd see the error of inviting that monster of a being. Her answer surprised them if their gasps were anything to go by.

"I don't."

"Then how can you invite him to your home? He'll kill you!" The other Namekians seemed to agree with him, throwing in their two pieces and affirmations with their words.

"Because," she started, holding up one hand to silence them, "It wouldn't be the first time I house a killer, it won't be the last time I house a killer, and since when did I ever insinuate that I would trust him? I don't trust easily and that show of him being a savior doesn't mean that I trust him. The most I can give is the benefit of the doubt as Son-kun would and insure my family's and our safety through means of a bargain. Besides, I'm the best equipped on this planet to house a Saiyan besides Chi-Chi and other than Vegeta himself, I know the most about Saiyans. Even more than Son-kun and Chi-Chi, his wife, themselves." She told the Namekian, straight faced and with her arms crossed in front of her chest and feet spread apart. "Besides, if he doesn't take up residence with me, where will he go? He has no access to a spaceship and will be wandering the planet on which I call home. I am not taking any chances with him deciding to harm others for his gains if I could just as easily keep him close and keep an eye on him."

"But Bulma-"

"We have a saying here on Earth, 'keep your friends close, but your enemies closer' and he may not be the real or true enemy to us right now. But I do need to keep an eye on him just as you are my friends and I'd like to keep you close to me as well."

The Namekians took it in. She was right in a strange way. If she did not watch the monster, then who would? And she clearly stated that she didn't trust him so her guard should be up, even if it may not do much good. And if he were still a dangerous enemy, it would be better for him to be kept on watch rather than left to his own devices here on Earth. Wait, how does she know about Saiyans?

"How do you know about Saiyans? I understand that you say you can house all of us and taking care of HIM is a good way to keep an eye on HIM, but how are HIS needs much different from one of yours?" One of the Namekians asked.

"First of, I'm not saying that I can, I WILL house all of you and take care of your needs. And as for the question of his needs being different from, what I think you're asking, a human's, well, I practically grew up with Son-kun. I know him inside and out, his different Saiyan instinctual Do's and Don'ts, the way to care for a fighter as well as how to keep one entertained though not in a sexual way at all. My friends all consist of fighters, some human and many others not so much. I kinda know what I'm doing here." She retorted, holding her ground. 'I'll be keeping the rest of the information to myself though. If it were just Son-kun's instincts, then our knowledge would be on the same level, but I DO know more about Saiyans than him.' She thought to herself.

The leader sighed. "There's no changing your mind, is there?"

"Nope, but will you stay with me anyways until you can find or make a home to return to safely?" Bulma asked them. The Namekians all thought hard before glancing between the blue-haired heiress and the prince of monsters twitching behind her leaning back against a tree before making their decision. They weren't going to let her leave with him or live with him alone until she got proper protection, specifically Son-kun coming back to Earth.

Seeing the other Namekians nodding in agreement the leader looked back to Bulma and replied. "We would be grateful to take up lodging in your residence if you'll have us." He told her with a bow.

"And I am more than happy to host you within my residence as well." She bowed back to him before popping up with a large grin on her face. "Now I just have to get Vegeta to come with us and my father to bring the cargo plane to bring you all home with me without being seen. I hope you don't mind. The people here on this planet aren't use to 'aliens' as of yet." The leader winced at the reminder of Vegeta but smiled at her in amusement at the fact that the other earthlings weren't use to aliens and yet here was an earthling woman willing to house hundreds of these so called 'aliens' with her as if it were no big deal.

"We do not mind, I assure you." He told her, holding one hand up not even having to look around to know that his people were nodding their heads in agreement.

"Great! I'll call my father first since it may take a while for him to arrive and then I'll go convince Vegeta over there to join us." She told them with a smile before feeling a tugging on her pant leg.

"Bulma, what were you saying?" Little Gohan asked her, looking up nervous. "I heard my name and Vegeta's more than once you know. Is everything all right?"

"Everything's fine sweetie," she told him, picking Gohan us and nuzzling the side of his face with her own and scratching him behind his ears to relax him. There was a lot of anger and confusion in that 'talk' so she could understand his nervousness. "I offered for the Namekians here to come live with me in the compound until they can get a home of their own. I switched to Namekian to make them more comfortable and forgot you guys wouldn't understand. I'm sorry if I startled you."

"It's fine," he drowsily replied, "just making sure nothing bad was going to happen." Bulma bit her lip a little at that, having not told him of her plans for Vegeta.

"Come on, let's go find you somewhere to nap while I call my father for a giant plane ride." She told the sleepy child while hiking him higher on her hips and continuing to scratch him behind the ears and moving over to the nape of his neck and occasionally running her hand down his back and spine. 'He's had a long day, we all have. It's good that he's getting some sleep before Chi-Chi comes.' She thought while looking for a good spot to place Gohan when she heard Dende calling her over.

"Over here Bulma. I found a nice tree with some soft grass and I can watch over him if you'd like." Dende told her, motioning and pointing with his hand towards where he wanted to take them.

"Thanks Dende, that'd be nice." She smiled at him, moving to follow the happy Namekian child. They walked over a bit to a nice shady tree with long grass underneath and soft dirt beneath it, the perfect place for a nap. Bulma placed Gohan down gently and had to pry his fingers off of her suit, all the while reassuring him with a few more scratches behind the ear and a few at the top of his hair line with her other hand before giving him a chaste kiss on the forehead as a promise of return.

"I leave him in your hands Dende," she whispered to the little Namekian child before placing one of Gohan's hands in his. "If you need me, I'll be a little ways over there making a phone call."

Seeing Dende nod, she left the two boys to go over a few feet before pulling out one of her spare capsules she always kept sown into her clothes, especially seeing as how you never knew when they'd come in handy. She'd learned that the hard way more than once in her life and never planned to go through that again.

Bulma checked it's labeling before she clicked the top of it and tossed it high into the air. It puffed up into smoke mid fall before Bulma caught the now present, high tolerance to pressure, flip-phone that was about the size of half a banana. Checking her surroundings for wandering ears and looking into the branches above her, she flipped the phone open and rested against the available tree before speed dialing her father. He picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hello? Who is this? If you're selling I'm not buying anything."

"Why buy it when we could just make it ourselves after all." Bulma replied, giggling at her father's antics. With all the pressure of different companies wanting in on the Capsule Corps profits, they kept pushing at her and her father to share in the labors and to buy some of their products to work together on them. It didn't fool them the first time and they would never take the risk of outsiders gaining inside knowledge.

"Bulma, is that you?" the voice on the other side of the phone gasped.

"Yes Dad, it's Bulma. Who else other than Mom and me have your private number anyways? Calling to tell you we're all back on Earth now… or, almost all of us. You know how those fights go nowadays, you kill a few enemies and lose a few friends." Bulma humorlessly chuckled to her father, knowing he'd understand.

"What a shame. As your mother would say, 'they were such nice young men too'." Her father said in his horrible impersonation of his wife's high-pitched voice. Bulma chuckled at it, knowing that she must not be around or he'd be seeing the end of a wooden spoon to his head. "Well, what seems to be the problem? Why aren't you heading over yet? I know you keep an air bike on you and if all else fails you have other means of getting here." He cut to the chase immediately, their talk of the dead and her mother over.

"We're going to have some unexpected and unusual company over for a while. I already offered, they aren't here to rob us blind, and they are both well mannered and friendly. The Namekians are here from Namek with us and I offered them to live at the compound for a while. I may also have another unexpected guest, a Saiyan to be exact, if you don't mind. I have yet to ask him to stay, but right now I really need the cargo plane, not my bike to bring them all home. It's also highly doubtful that he would refuse my offer." She informed her father.

"Well, that's fine. Let me tell Chi-Chi and the rest and we'll be over in just a sec. You still have the tracker chip in your tooth I hope?" He asks his daughter, already knowing her answer.

"Never leaving home without it again." She tells him wryly.

"Then I'll see you soon." Dr. Briefs cut off the phone and Bulma closes hers as well once she heard the beep. She sighed while she capsulated the phone and put it in her jacket pocket for now. She looked up to come face first with a broken breastplate and immediately leaned back into the tree to get a look at who it was. Obviously not Gohan, that's for sure.

Her blue eyes met those of a deep and terrifying black. She gulped at the almost hidden and well-restrained rage she could see within their depths and kept quiet, waiting for Vegeta to make the first move.

"Woman, what nonsense are you spouting on about? Why in the universe would I ever come with you and your pathetic green house guests to live in some backwater planet's compound?" Vegeta spat at her, his ire and anger coming through. "And what were you telling the Namekians about me. Answer before I blow you into ash." He ordered her, taking a small step back, his arms folded over his chest waiting for his answer. He could smell her fear and nervousness and it made him feel even more powerful and distrustful of her. Bulma took in a deep breathe before speaking to the angry prince in front of her.

"I am not spouting nonsense. I told the Namekians that I was the best equipped in terms of housing a Saiyan due to my time with Son-kun and, being one of the richest on this planet, can easily house and feed all of you in my home. In fact, you wouldn't even have to see the Namekians if you did not wish while in my care." She told him. Seeing his anger returning once she mentioned care, she held up a hand in hopes of continuing on with her reasoning before he blew a gasket.

"My place is also the best for you due to your rivalry and wanting to kill Son-kun. Though I don't agree with it, being in my compound would give you immediate access to what is happening and knowledge of where and when the dragon will be in use and when we bring Son-kun back." Vegeta calmed slightly as he began processing the new information. The offer was tempting, he must say. But what would stop him from simply killing off everyone else on the planet and then holding the Namekian hostage and using the dragon balls for his own gains?

"Why would any of that apply to me?" He sneered at the woman with the blue hair. "If Kakarot stays dead then I am the strongest in the universe. What is to stop me from taking over this planet and forcing the use of the dragon balls another way? You? The Namekians? His weakling of a brat?" He scoffed at the woman, thinking she was so clever over him.

"Your word would. Your honor and your pride as a Saiyan to keep your word would stop you." She told the prince calm as ever as a shocked look crossed his face at those words. "I could provide you with much, from food to shelter to a ship and even new training equipment to help reach your goals. But in exchange I would need your word to not harm my family or any of the other less capable inhabitants on this earth. Nor the Namekians who I wish to stay with me until they can leave for their own home."

He heard her words, in his shocked frame of mind, and then noticed the flaw in her agreement. She had not included herself or the other fighters. They did not count as the 'less capable inhabitants' on this mud ball planet. His curiosity got the better of him instead of staying locked down and tied up in his mind. His mouth started to run off, wanting and needing his questions answered. "And you Woman? What protection is offered for you? Or your precious Z-fighters?" His voice got darker the longer he talked of the 'Z-fighters' knowing that Kakarot was one of them.

"Because," she stated in an almost obvious and innocent voice, tilting her head to the side, "It would be inevitable that you would hurt one of us at some point. Either in instinct, sparring, unconscious of the power you possess, or on purpose, you will eventually hurt us at some point. I know my friends and their habits and I know myself. At some point you are going to explode or snap and I'd rather you do so at us, the people who may be able to take some of that anger than at an unsuspecting by-standard who had no clue what had happened or what they may have accidently done to offend you. If you were barred from even that release, then I don't know what you'd do. All I can really depend upon here is your word if you were to give it and hope that we can bare the storm. Will you give it Vegeta?" She asked him.

He looked away, hoping to stop the feeling of her stare on his face. Would he give his word? It was one of the few things he had left to give. And no matter how he wished he could disregard the woman and go off on his own, her offer was the better deal. Even if it meant that he would have to give his word. He took in a subtle breath through his nose to get a scent of the woman, to see if she were being deceitful, if she were lying. He smelt no tension, so giveaways to a liar, and he smelt only the miniscule amount of fear that he so rightfully deserved, no more and no less. She was being truthful. And if that were the case, then her word had to have been as good as his. The deal was a complete win on his side. 'After all,' he thought 'I can still maim the so called Z-fighters for fun if they ever get on my nerves.'

"I accept your offer woman." He told her blandly and began to walk away.

"That was not the word of the Prince of Vegetasei." Bulma reminded him, stopping the prince in his tracks. 'Damn that woman she's sharp' Vegeta mind ranted. "An acceptance was not your word, it would not hold nor affect your pride and honor if broken. I need your word Prince Vegeta or I cannot in good will give what I had promised for it. It would not be a fair bargain or trade. It is your word for my service." She reminded him despite her spike of nervousness. Cursing and damning the woman to hell the prince turned back towards the woman.

"I, Prince Vegeta of Vegetasei, do give my word to this woman to not harm any of the Namekians in her care, her blood family, or any of the other worthless beings on this mud ball of a planet. There, good enough?" He sneered at her.

"Perfect," she smiled up at him, her nerves receding and put her hands together only to get a low growl in return. "My father should be here soon with the plane to-"

"We know woman, we heard." Vegeta informed her, irritated at her incessant babbling. Would she ever shut up? And how did he get suckered into making an honor bound deal with such a pathetic and slow creature?

"How-" she began, curious at his answer and slightly bereft at his abrupt cutting off of her explanation, only to be cut off by the prince once again.

"We could all hear you woman. Your call to your sire was no private matter when every being in your presence could hear every word you said." He smirked at the foolish woman. Honestly, was she expecting a few feet to be enough distance to not be heard? "Except for Kakarot spawn. That brat's unconscious, prime for attack. Not to mention, free game, as per our agreement." Vegeta sneered in the children's direction and saw the tightening of the little Namekian's hand on Kakarot's spawns. A second later and the large Namekian fighter stood in front of them both, hands at the ready.

Vegeta leaned into a crouch and got ready to spring as the two warriors stood ready for battle. They would have fought, if it weren't for the voice of the blue-haired woman interrupting them.

"There is no honor in killing the off-spring of Son-kun's Vegeta. You should know that, especially if the other participant is both unconscious, unwilling to fight, and still but a pup. If he strikes first then I see no problem in the fight as discipline, but if unprovoked, it is a senseless violence with what is left of your people, no matter how disgusting he may seem to you." Bulma whispered to the prince, taking a step towards him and then placing herself in front of said person.

Vegeta heard the truth in her words and his gaze hardened. 'What's left of my people is a pitiful excuse for a Saiyan, Kakarot, and his mutt offspring. There is no 'my people' protections in place for those two who neither bow before me nor listen to my orders. What is this woman going on about? And what does she know of pups and whether or not that spawn had reached his yet?' Vegeta thought to himself, fighting what he knew to be right, and getting angry at the woman's interference in his affairs. 'How dare she tell me what I can and cannot do!'

Vegeta snarled and pushed the blue-haired woman away with one hand. Hard. Bulma's body flew past Gohan and Piccolo only to find herself planted into a tree, a few ribs cracked by the force of the push. The Namekians immediately rushed to her aid under the angry glare of the Saiyan prince as he watched them start to pull her out of the tree.

'Pathetic,' he thought to himself, then remembering her words just moments before she had made him an agreement. How she knew herself and her friends and that he would snap. He played right into her expectations and harmed her. His intent was a shove to the side and for her to hit the ground for her insolence, not the tree on the other side of the gathering.

Vegeta turned away and stalked up to the tree behind him before grabbing a branch and hoisting himself in the old fashioned way, intent on perhaps taking a nap while he wait for the woman's father. After all, her word did say that he could harm her and she would still have to keep her promise of her services. He climbed high into the tree and then closing his eyes and opening his senses, Vegeta fell into a highly light slumber.

While Piccolo stayed in place in front of Gohan, he urged Dende to attend to Bulma. Dende looked fearfully between Vegeta's spot in the tree, the sleeping Gohan, and the guarding Piccolo before making his decision to follow the older Namekian's orders to help the blue-haired heiress. He arrived to see the rest of his people placing her on the ground and out of the tree as she bled on the grass from the pieces that had pierced her when they attempted to dislodge her. There were murmurs around the group divided, between how they saw this coming and should have pushed harder for her to drop the idea of housing such a wild card of a Saiyan, with the others thinking from her point of view, how would this Saiyan react to the rest of her planet?

Dende pushed them aside as he reached out to Bulma, intent on healing her immediately; she was losing a lot of blood. As soon as he was done circulating her body with his Ki and healing her wounds, he relaxed and looked up into her smiling face.

"Thanks Dende that really helped. And no senzu bean necessary." She exclaimed joyfully. Not understanding her completely, Dende implored her as to what is and why a 'senzu bean' is so great?

"Well, here on Earth, we have this bean called a senzu bean that can only be grown in a certain altitude and using special methods. Planted and nurtured by Master Korin, they are very hard to come by, but they can heal almost any and every life-threatening wound you could imagine to acquire. Much faster than our hospitals, which only treat the wounds superficially and then have your body heal naturally. No good if you're in a fight to the death after all." She explained, making sure to speak in their native tongue so Vegeta wouldn't be able to understand. She didn't trust him to not go and raid Master Korin's stash of senzu beans. They picked up on her cue and decided that if they had something to say to her, they would speak in Namekian, also not trusting the Saiyan prince.

A brilliant thought hit Bulma like a lightning bolt. "Hey Dende, could you teach me how to heal with Ki? Please?" she asked the little Namekian with a pair of puppy dog eyes. Dende went on the defensive. "Why do you want me to teach you that?" he questioned, not wanting to lose one of his most favorite and unique abilities. Namekians were taught that if they wanted a skill, they had to find what suited them and learn the basics before finding a teacher to help them further it.

"Because," Bulma smiled wistfully at him, "then maybe I could be of more help to my friends when they are sure to get injured. I'm always on the sidelines since I know I can't be of any help in battle, but I need to be of more help even when not in battle as well. I can't keep being such a liability." She honestly told the young Namekian. Dende waged an internal battle between telling Bulma to figure out the basics of it and that if she could then he would help her from there, telling her no and risking her ire, or just starting out from the beginning helping her out.

"Child, we Namekians do things differently." The leader came up to them, making his way through his people to stand in front of the two. "If you wish to learn a skill, you must develop on your own in the beginning. Only when finding out your skill set and your style on your own can you become comfortable with what you learn. You cannot live off of salt water and forced learning into a skill with Ki not meant for you can be just that to your body, unhealthy and even deadly. I'm afraid my dear, that if you cannot find what you are inclined with, then Dende here cannot help you. We cannot risk you being of a different talent than what you wish to learn."

Bulma looked down at his explanation, feeling a bit guilty for what she had said to Dende. 'Oh Kami, I almost guilt tripped the kid into the lessons. Lessons that would have gone against what he had been taught and raised upon.'

"However Child, if you were to have an inclination toward healing or any other ability in which we could assist you, I think that me and my people would help you in such an endeavor." The leader smiled kindly down at her.

Feeling thankful for this chance, Bulma thanked the leader and his people before they heard a whirring noise in the air, catching all the attention but one asleep Gohan's. They all looked towards the sky and to Bulma's left, Vegeta's right, to find themselves looking at a giant yellow carrying craft of some sort.

They waited patiently for its arrival and watched as it docked in the middle of the clearing. All was peaceful until the craft opened up, revealing one 'angry as a grizzly bear mama' Chi-Chi looking for her son.

"WHERE IS HE? GOHAN WEHRE ARE YOU?" Chi-Chi screamed while looking around frantically for her little boy, waking up said boy beneath a shady tree and causing him to squeak in a sense of fear, and rightfully so. He had forgotten to do his homework. No battle with Freiza could compare to the wrath of Chi-Chi.

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"How did your sire find us?" Vegeta demanded Bulma once all of the Namekians, humans, and half-breeds were loaded onto the cargo vessel waiting for the last few of its passengers. Bulma was still outside of the ship, making sure that everyone had been picked up and that no one was left behind.

She glanced back at the Saiyan glowering behind her before turning around and resuming her look about for any stragglers.

"WOMAN, I know you heard me and I demand an answer." The prince of all Saiyans growled out. He expected her to fear, knowing he could easily harm her and within their bargain as well. He sniffed the air, to get a scent off of her, to smell the fear he was sure that she felt. Taking in a deep breath, his mind couldn't believe what he smelled. She was indifferent to him. There was an undertone of apprehension, but she did not stink of fear. Bulma turned around and confirmed what his nose had told him, her eyes unwavering and her face straight. He scowled at the woman.

"I'll tell you if you can sense out if there is any one missing. I don't want to leave anyone behind." She bargained with the Saiyan, not telling him that she could also sense Ki, it was just a little hard to pinpoint someone if she hadn't felt his or her Ki before. Her Ki sensing worked more like a library than like a sensor. If she had felt a Ki before and logged it into her mind, she could feel and sense them so long as they were in the solar system, she reckoned. After all, she stopped being able to sense Chi-Chi's Ki once she left her solar system and deemed that her limit. His scowl just deepened.

"I am a Prince. I do not have to listen to your demands. But YOU woman have to answer mine." Vegeta growled back at the woman. How dare she make demands of HIM, the Prince of all Saiyans. Bulma just sighed at his antics shaking her head, making the prince even more furious with her actions. She turned to face him once again.

"I understand that you are a prince, Vegeta. However, you are not my prince. This is Earth, not Vegetasei. You yourself had made it clear of your distaste for humans, something with which I share, but I am under no obligation to treat you any differently than any other alien I encounter due to your treatment of me. I plan to treat you as a guest, Vegeta, not a prince, for on this planet, your position doesn't hold the value that it once did." She told the fuming prince. Holding her ground she continued. "However, if you find yourself acting respectful towards me, the respect shall be reciprocated. The Namekians treat me well, and so I treat them well in return. If someone were to endanger my family, I would take them and their family out of the equation for good. I treat others as they treat me. Your treatment is all up to you." She finished. Seeing that everyone, except for the two of them, were on board the cargo plane, she started to make her return towards the ship.

"Oh, and you should know how my father found me. You heard how when we were talking on the phone." She told the angry prince, making his anger turn into puzzlement at her words.

"What do you mean woman. I wouldn't have asked if I had already known. You never told him of the coordinates." He grumbled at her, his eyes following her form, as she got closer to the plane.

"Just think of the words, Vegeta. What did we say? If you like, you can either hop in the plane or fly beside it to the compound Vegeta, your choice." She told him, holding onto the side of the plane's open door as she looked at him questioningly.

"I'll fly." He told her, still going over the phone conversation in his head, trying to find his answer.

"Suit yourself," and then she closed the door behind her, the plane taking off with the contemplating Saiyan right beside it.

'What did that woman mean? She never told her sire the coordinates. Think, Vegeta, you are the prince of all Saiyans. When did she tell her sire of her location.' He thought and replayed the conversation in his head, but there really wasn't any talk of coordinates. What did they say before the woman had hung up the phone?

'Her sire asked if she still had a tracker chip in her tooth and she responded that she never left home without it. How could I be so deaf? She had a tracker on her person!' The Saiyan prince finally got his answer, feeling foolish that he hadn't gotten it sooner. 'But why does she have one? And why did she seem to hold humans at low regard if she had made me promise their safety?' He contemplated on their last discussions and her pushing him into promising the safety of the people on her planet.

'It doesn't matter, so long as she can keep her end of the bargain, her life holds little meaning. However, if she were lying to me on her side of the deal, I shall kill her and the rest of her people without hesitation.'

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So, what do you think? Too OOC or is this all right? I do have reasons for Bulma's ire towards the human race and it does have to do with her position. I kinda feel that her life should not be extremely sheltered, as being an heiress of such a large and rising company should have made her a prime target for attacks. This shall be explained in later chapters.

FYI, the nuzzling she did with Gohan has a reason and an explanation.

I hope you enjoyed this, and please review so that I know what to do better for the next chapter. Even critique on the writing style is helpful.

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