Title: Unbroken

Author: Trunks_Girl

Chapter: 1, Unbreakable!

Rating: PG

Author's notes: I have wanted to write a story like thus for a while now so I finally have gotten it down. First off it's an AU, Chibi Bulma (she's the Princess of Earth) and Chibi Vegeta (still the Prince of Saiyan's) fic at first then moves along as they grow up. It is one as they grow up not like those ones where Bulma arrives/gets kidnapped at six then bing bam boom it's ten years later. I might skip a year or two but you'll get most of their growing life. Bulma and Veggie might seem a little OOC but they're spoiled little brats right now remember. I'm really proud of this fic!! ^_^ I know Vegeta sounds awful hitting Bulma, but there is a reason. Besides, this is my fic and I could Vegeta do the Cha-Cha if I damn well feel like it!

Chiba: You're a moron, TG. Who's wanna see Vegeta doing the Cha-Cha?!

TG: Me! I'd like to see him any way! *drool*

Chiba: Baka.

Disclaimer: I claim no rights to Dragon Ball Z. I am writing this for non-profit so please don't sue me.

The screech ploughed thought the halls of the Saiyan space ship. "Dddddddaaaaaaaaddddddddddddddyyyyyyyyy!" the seven year old screamed as she bolted in the middle of a very important meeting between the two kings.

"Yes princess? Oh, darling what are you doing in that?" King Briefs asked waving his arm indicating what she was wearing. Bulma looked over what she was wearing, some light blue overalls over a yellow top with Bulma in red written across it and a bum bag/tool belt slinging of her hips.

"Oh you mean why aren't I wearing that ugly pink dress you got? Well, if you expect me to wear that you got another thing coming! How am I meant to climb trees in that?" she demanded.

"Little girls don't climb trees," reasoned her father gently.

"And little boys aren't meant to blast you out of them either," she grumbled silently.

King Vegeta's sensitive ears picked up on her little gripe. "What was that?" he asked with a twisted smile.

"Huh? Oh hello your majesty," she bowed.

"And little girls curtsy," he father told her.

"What's this about you being blasted out of trees?" King Vegeta enquired, completely ignoring King Briefs trying to teach his daughter to be a lady.

"Bah! Vegeta was using me for target practise again!" she turned to her father. "Can we start meeting on earth please daddy?" she begged.

"He struck you?" asked King Vegeta.

"Duh! Why do you thing I want to move your conferences to earth?" she questioned, putting her hands on her hips. "Daddy said that I have to be nice, so not to dis your culture and rules while I'm on your ship, cause then I'd be like, insulting you guys or whatever. So if you dudes come to Earth then Vegeta has to follow our rules of not hitting girls! Boy do I feel sorry for the girls on planet Vegeta!" Bulma rolled her eyes.

"I see…VEGETA! GET YOUR SORRY ASS IN HERE BEFORE I KICK IT!" the king bellowed.

"No king Vegeta! Don't tell him I told you! He said if I told anyone I'd be in trouble!" she pleaded.

"Grr. VEGETA!" he growled.

Vegeta flew into the hall. "What do you want?" he sneered.

"Listen here yo little prick! I heard you struck Bulma!" his voice rising.

"And to which time were you referring to?" he snorted back smart-like.

"Idiot," the king snarled before blasting his brat across the room.

"Ah! Vegeta!" Bulma ran in front of the king to stop him from blasting him again. Bulma started stuttering, trying to explain to the king as why he shouldn't hurt Vegeta. "Chill! I mean, it's not so bad. Vegeta said every time I heal I'll get stronger!"

Why is she defending him? King Vegeta thought. "No, no, no Bulma. Your human. It doesn't work like that for humans – and Vegeta damn well knows it!"

The nine-year-old brat snorted. "I don't need your help human!"

Bulma glared at him and then said, "Who said I'm helping you?" she smiled, but it wasn't a happy one, it was an 'I'll show you, you little prick!' look. "Look King Vegeta – two wrongs don't make a right. He blasts me, you blast him. Suddenly were all blasting each other and we end up right back where we started. So do something that will really hurt him. He likes to fight right? Well, ban him from the training arena for a week or something like that!" Bulma folded her arms, flicked her ponytail back over her head and smirked a-la Vegeta.

King Vegeta smirked. "You sure don't talk or think like a normal seven year old,"

"I'm working at four times the rate of daddy! You bet I don't,"

"Interesting, you two may be excused. I want to talk to King Briefs – oh? And Vegeta?" He watched his son try to sneak out without punishment. "For the rest of the day you're banned from the GR,"

"Father! You really suck!"

Bulma smiled. "I told ya I wasn't defending ya!"

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The second they were out of ear shot Vegeta grabbed Bulma by the throat and lifted her off the ground. "I thought I said not to tell him!"

"I didn't know he could hear so well!" she pleaded back.

"Bitch," she said and dropped her and she crumpled on the floor.

"Kkkkkiiiiiiiiiiiiyaaaaaaaaaa!" she cried and her ankle twisted. "Shit Vegeta! I think you broke my ankle!"

Oh no! Now she has a visible mark, and her neck is bruising. I forgot how tender she was. Dads going to freak. I know! I'll … he-help –that sounds disgusting just thinking it – I'll h-help her and then she can't tell on me! Vegeta, your a genius. Vegeta watched and she tried to stand up without leaning on her sore foot. Vegeta went to put a hand out to her and he saw her eyes widen in fear. She put one had up, thinking he was going to strike her again, but it made her lose her balance and she leaned onto her sore foot sending a feeling of pure pain though her body and she collapsed.

"Vegeta! I'm already hurt! Is it your hobby to cover me with bruises? Huh?"

"No I was – "

"Well, I'm sick of it! I know my way to the med bay by now so I don't need you following me and trying to turn me black and blue!"

"I was trying to – "

"I said I'm sick of it! DADDY!!!"

"No you – "

"Yes princess?" King Briefs asked, who (surprise, surprise) was being followed by King Vegeta.

"Why are you on the floor girl?" King Vegeta asked. His eyesight narrowed down to the blue-black ring around her neck. "Your damaged," he said simply.

"Oh, yes…" I can't tell them Vegeta hurt my ankle! He'll wanna hurt me again! "Yes, I … TRIPPED and I um, FELL, hurting my ankle! Yes, tripped and fell,"

"That's too bad. Vegeta, your banned from the GR for a week and if you want to spar you can only spar with the 2nd class elite," his voice icy.

"But what did I do? She tripped," he said, trying to weasel out of it.

"And I suppose the bruise around her neck has nothing to do with her ankle? I only saw the bruise. I didn't even know she hurt her ankle. She thought I knew about it and had to lie to protect you. Now why would she protect you? Come on child we are going to the med bay to see just how many bruises you do have,"

Bulma looked over at Vegeta with big eyes. "I…don't want to,"

"Are you saying no to me brat?" his finger lighting up.

"Don't hurt my baby girl!" cried out King Briefs.

"Daddy! We have to go home! Please tell him we have to go home!"

"We still have another three hours to kill,"

"Uh, no daddy, I'll miss my favorite show,"

"Which one is that?"

"Sailor Moon,"

"But it's a Saturday, it only comes on during the week days,"

Bulma gave up in defeat then realized. "I can't walk!"

"Vegeta, carry her," the King Vegeta demanded.

"I ain't picking up that whore!"

"Pick. Her. Up. NOW!" he bellowed, the walls of the ship vibrating.

"Ye-yes daddy," he whimpered.

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As they came close to the med bay doors King Vegeta told Vegeta to put her down. When Vegeta was about to just drop her King Vegeta slapped him across the back of the head and he put her down gently. Bulma limped into the room, with the other lazily dragging behind. Zucci (take off of Zucchini) saw Bulma. "And what did Prince Vegeta do to you this time?" King Vegeta held everyone back, wanting to hear the rest of this. "I really didn't expect you back so soon, I would of thought that broken rip he gave you would of at least held him for a week,"

Bulma realized that they hadn't followed her in. Which meant, they were listening. Which meant, King Vegeta would hear! Which meant, Vegeta was going to give her a lot more than another broken rib!

"Stop talking about it!" she yelled, trying to stop herself from going hysterical.

"But Princess Bulma, you always – "

"I know, just not today, you see…"

"Too late child. Zucci, I want every medical report on this child you have. I mean everything for when she had the sniffles to this broken rib she had. Oh, and fix her foot,"

"Right away your majesty," Zucci answered obediently and dashed of. As soon as she was gone, another girl Collie, (Take off of Collie flower) came and rubbed, snapped and felt Bulma's ankle.

"Try walking Princess," her father asked.

"Much better, daddy? Tip her nicely okay? I'm going to my, what are they called again? Quarters? Anyways, bye,"

"I'm going with her," Vegeta said and tried to leave. King Vegeta grabbed his son tightly and hissed in his ear.

"How can you be so disrespectful to her?"

"She's human father, not Saiyan. Human females are not as rare,"

"Precisely. She's human. Did you know a blast from you, even half the normal energy is enough to knock her out, possibly kill her?"

"Why should I care?"

"Lay a hand on her again and I will need a new heir to the throne,"

"Fine, no more touching her," he said smiling.

"And no blasts!" he yelled at his son as he flew out the door.

"Here are all her medical reports sire," a green haired alien said, giving King Vegeta the reports. He turned around, snatched the reports and his eyes widened with shock.

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Bulma ran into her room. Damn! Vegeta would really hurt her now. He's going to want to kill me! What can I do? Bulma heard her door buzz open. She ran back against a wall when she saw who it was. A seven-year-old shouldn't have to deal with this bullshit! "Look, I'm sorry they found out Vegeta, but they would of in the end! If your trying to break my sprits that's impossible so just go on your merry way and leave me alone! I'm unbreakable!"

He walked closer to her Bulma shrunk back then ran to her bed and dived under it. "GO AWAY!"

Is she really this afraid of me? I didn't realize I was hurting her so bad. "Come out, I won't hurt you," he cooed.

"You already have! Why should I believe you now?"

"Because my father will hurt me if I hurt you,"

"Then go," she screeched. Vegeta rolled his eyes and reached under the bed to pull her out and - *crunch*.

"You little bitch! You bit me!"

"Go!" Vegeta wasn't going to let her win so easy.

"Bang," he said and the bed was blasted away.

"Ahhh!" Bulma screamed and ran into a closet.

"I don't want to play games with you," he growled.

"If I come out, will you promise not to hit me or slap me or strangle or blast me or break any bones or throw me out any windows or push me out of trees or – "

"ALRIGHT!"

The door creaked open and Bulma ran to the couch and sat down. "No-now what,"

He walked over to her slowly, but Bulma shrunk back and raised an arm to cover her face. "For fuck's sake I said I wasn't going to hit you!" Vegeta bellowed.

Bulma lowered her arm and nodded. The ring of black-blue around Bulma's neck was so dark it could have been passed off as a choker chain. Vegeta reached to touch it, just to see it was real, to know it was him who had damaged her light skin, and Bulma screamed and jumped off the couch. "You- you said you weren't going to hurt me! You said!"

"I was merely going to touch it!"

"No, I know you! You were gonna push it, weren't ya? No Vegeta! No! This stuff is what happens when you get a bad husband! I'm not even thirty yet but I have to deal with this bullshit from you!" she ran and curled up in a corner. She didn't want to cry in front of him but the warms tears sealed in her eyes were being pushed out.

"Girl, please," he looked and watched as the tiny droplet of water left a clear film down her face, like a snail trail. "I said I wouldn't,"

"If I was home," she said lifting her head out of her arms. "I'd crawl up in my bed with a cup of hot Milo, two marshmallows, any more and it tastes funny, and I'd cry. Cause' when your alone, no-one can see silly tears from silly people. Or to you weak tears from weak people right?"

"I don't think your weak, you've withstood my blasts haven't you?"

"You don't understand," she rummaged though her bum bag and pulled out a capsule. She clicked it and threw it on the ground. A fuzzy purple sleeping bag appeared. She pulled it up to her neck and stayed sitting in the corner. Vegeta got up off the couch, picked Bulma up, put her on the couch and then sat beside her.

"Do you even want to talk to me anymore?" Vegeta asked… almost nicely.

"Can I sleep? You kinda blew up my bed,"

"You can come to my quarters," he felt Bulma stiffen and her eyes widened.

"N-no thank you!" her voice racing.

Is she still afraid of me? "I'm not going to hurt you if that's what your scared of,"

"I'll come then…" Either Vegeta didn't see her try and get out of the sleeping bag or didn't want her to walk, Bulma didn't know, but he picked her up and flew her to his quarters and propped her on the bed.

"There we go!" he said, almost happy he'd done something good for a change.

"Thanks Vegeta!" she chirped. "Can I have a hug?" she asked reaching her arms out, like newborn trying to reach her mother.

"I don't do hug," he said crossly.

"Hugggggg meeeeee!!" she begged.

"Alright!" he walked over, not quite sure what he was meant to do. He'd never been hugged. Luckily, Bulma had and she reached up and grabbed him wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him down.

That felt…nice. Thought Vegeta. Yeah, nice.

"What's wrong Vegeta? Never been hugged?" she joked.

"Of corse not," he snapped back. Bulma jumped as he snapped at her.

"You mean, never? Not even when you were a baby?"

"What do you think? My mother was killed after giving birth to me and servants took care of me until I was old enough to walk. After that, I trained. I couldn't even talk correctly when I defeated my first opponent. I didn't have time for hugs or affection,"

"That's really sad. You just have some catching up to do, that's all. Want another hug?" she offered.

He half-smiled and reached out to her.

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"I'm not giving you my daughter!" King Briefs yelled.

"But look! See this? This is a Saiyan DNA strand. This is a human. And this is Princess Bulma's. Now, if we hold the human and Saiyan up to the light together…"

"Amazing! It makes Bulma's DNA!! But how did this happen?"
"I really don't know. Your not a Saiyan and just haven't told me are you?"

"Nope,"

"What about your mate?"

King Briefs sighed. "My wife is human too,"

"Now look at this. This is one of my son's medical reports. See here? He lost thirty hp, when he was healed, he gained another thirty hp. Whatever they lose, they gain. Now, this is from when Vegeta blasted Bulma. She lost fifteen hp, but after she was healed she gained six point five hp. She only gained a quarter, but my son was right, when he hits her she becomes stronger. She is already stronger than you, King Briefs!"

"You've got to be kidding me!"
"No sir, she could destroy you with less energy that it would take you trying to block her!"

"And your saying, you can bring out this power in her if you take her,"

"In short, yes,"

"But you would still raise her in brains?"

"King Briefs, she would be raising us in brains. As sad as it is to admit it, Saiyan's aren't really smart,"

"You can take her on a few conditions. She must say it's okay. If she wants to come home at any time she must. And the last one, she must come home every six years even if she doesn't want too and to stay a minimum of three months,"
"Could you make it seven? It takes us six months to get to earth and six months to go back. It would take us more time getting there than it would you seeing her.

"I guess then, but before you get your hopes up lets go ask her,"

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"That make seven," giggled Bulma as she hugged Vegeta again.

"You are really strange," he said.

"Whaaaa! That was an insult! Hug me and make me feel better!"

Vegeta laughed and rolled his eyes. "K," and he reached out to her again.

"Now Vegeta, there are three kinds of hugs," she explained, speaking like a teacher. "A friend hug," she reached out and put her arms around his shoulders (as best they'd fit). "A comfort hug," and she put her arms under his arms and squeezed just a little bit harder than usual. "A, um, a boy friend girl friend hug," and she just sat there.

"Where's the hug for that one?" he asked, not sounding like he wanted one, just confused and to why she didn't hug him afterwards.

"Um, I can't give you that hug, you're not my boyfriend,"

"I'll guess then," he said boldly. Just as he reached out…

"VEGETA! I warned you not to hurt her!" King Vegeta yelled.

Bulma squeaked. "Take a chill pill dude! He was just going to hug me!"

King Vegeta pulled a 'what the?' face. "Hug…hug…I've heard that word before, isn't it some kind of gift?"

Bulma nodded. "In a way, yes,"

"Awww! Vegeta, that's good you're getting on with Bulma because…" King Vegeta took a deep breath. "I want Bulma to come to Planet Vegeta with us,"

"Are you joking?!" Bulma squealed, jumping up. "Me? Go to another planet? Well, there was the trip to Mars, but I was only 3 and it wasn't inhabited so I - "

"Bulma? Do you want to come or not?" her father asked.

"Daddy, I'd love to!" she jumped out of her sleeping bag and ran to her father. Her purple tail flowing behind…

TG: Am I evil or what? NO, their wont be an explanation to why she is turning Saiyan next chapter, but there is one. It may be scabby, but remember, this is my fic and I'll do whatever I goddamn please!

Vegeta: Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha CHA! Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha CHA!

(^_^)' … Maybe not whatever…

Chiba: I still say your insane.

TG: I never said I wasn't! =)