Disclaimer: I dun own Dragonball Z…but the idea is mine! Dragonball Z belongs to Funimation® and Akira Toriyama…but mostly to the great and talented Akira Toriyama! Yeah, yeah…I admire the guy, as he's one of the greatest manga artists ever known!

…With the exception of a couple of others…

This is Goku/Vegeta pairing. Sorry, I'm not good at doing yaoi fanfics, so Goku is a girl.

Warning: this Fic is rated PG-13 for strong and naughty language! There is no lemon what so ever! (I ain't good at that kinda stuff…)

Bubblegum Love

Chapter 1

Vegeta wandered through the corridors of the palace, looking for something to occupy his mind. He was completely bored, as his father forbid him to train while he was away, purging a planet. So, that left nothing much to do. Sure, his father left the door to his slave women's chambers open, but Vegeta wasn't interested in women. Even though they practically threw themselves at him, not even the most beautiful could thaw out his cold, stone heart. Nappa watched the young ouji wander around the same wing for the eighth time. He could tell he was bored, and suggesting a visit to the slave's chambers would be out of the question.

Vegeta was a young, strong and handsome Saiyan Ouji. He was shorter than the average saiyan, yet he was the most powerful of all the saiyans. And being part of a warrioring race, that only made him the strongest in the universe. Why he would decline many eager proposals from the women were beyond him! He growled as he rounded the corner once again, the boredom obviously getting to him.

"Dammit all!!" he yelled, finally letting go of the anger he felt. "Why the fuck did my father leave me here not to spar!"

"But…you do know why…" he blurted out, suddenly wishing he hadn't. That only riled Vegeta up even more.

"Hai!! To fucking fuck with sluts and whores from his personal chambers!!" the ouji snapped. He began to pace again, tail flitting around angrily. Nappa swallowed, wishing he hadn't said anything at all. Then, he said let something slip out again.

"But what's so bad about it?" he quickly flustered and tried to fix up the mess he made. "Umm…I mean…you are royalty, and it is a privilege…"

"Hai." The ouji muttered softly. Nappa did the wise thing and kept quiet. "But I just wish he'd accept the fact that I'm just not interested. Becoming the strongest is a little more important to me than finding a mate." Nappa nodded his head. He knew that the young ouji was somewhat like a friend to him, even though he was just his bodyguard. And sometimes the ouji would reveal his feelings to the huge, baldheaded saiyan man. But that wasn't often. Most the times, Vegeta was stubborn, proud and arrogant. But Nappa knew there was another side to the young ouji, another softer and gentler side. Yet, Vegeta kept it well hidden under the mask of arrogance and pride. It wouldn't do for the Saiyan no Ouji to have any type of emotions.

"Well, the king may have forbid you to spar, but he didn't forbid me." He said, grinning. "And I want to fight you." Vegeta turned and smirked at his tall bodyguard.

"Fine…I won't tell if you won't." he smirked and Nappa just grinned in return.

Within the next week, the king had returned. On his return, he had brought back plenty of slaves. The evening of his arrival, Vegeta, Nappa and Raditz went down to meet him. King Vegeta looked at the three standing in front of him before looking to the guards waiting on the side for orders.

"Take the slaves to the great hall. Analyze them and find out their strong points. I'll be there shortly to give them their new slave positions." The guard nodded before a bundle of saiyans trooped off. He then returned to his son who was scowling deeply at him. His brows knitted together. He knew why the ouji was upset with him.

"Konnichiwa Ou-sama." He greeted icily. King Vegeta just nodded. He knew that Vegeta was upset with him because he forbid him to spar, leaving him open to do absolutely nothing except maybe entertain himself with the slave women. But Vegeta was also upset with him because his father continued on purging, even though he had successfully managed to poison Frieza.

"Konnichiwa Vegeta-sama." He greeted.

"Have a successful trip, ou-sama?" he asked, eyes still narrowed in an icy glare.

" Hai, and you?"

"It was okay." He muttered before stalking off. King Vegeta sighed as he watched his son's retreating form. He turned to Nappa.

"So? How did it go?"

"I'm afraid the young ouji hasn't given in yet." He said, leaving out the forbidden sparring part. The king sighed again.

"I don't care if he doesn't break his virginity, but I am worried about him finding a mate." He said. "The council is hounding me and him! They reckon because he's over twenty, he's suppose to have a mate."

"You said you didn't have the queen until you were about thirty." Nappa said and the king nodded.

"Hai, but then I was forced to mate." Nappa nodded. It was a well-known fact that when Vegeta no Ouji was born, the queen died. The king and queen had no relationship what so ever, and he only chose her because she was the strongest Saiyan female. "And I fear that if he does not find a mate soon, I will be forced to choose one for him." Nappa nodded as they followed the king to the great hall, where the slaves were being kept.

Raditz looked around nervously. He knew that his sibling was here, he just didn't know where! It was many years ago when his sister was sent to Earth with Bardock to purge the planet. Sadly, a freak accident occurred, and the only survivor was his little sister, Kakarot. Their mother had died while she was on another mission, and so Kakarot was all Raditz had left. He knew it shouldn't worry him, they should find out that she is a saiyan and therefore give back her title and regiment. But what worried him was that she had spent 16 years on Earth and she was bound to forget of her saiyan heritage. He glanced about, looking frantically about.

"Raditz!" he whisked around to see the king staring at him in an odd fashion. "What are you looking for?"

"Oh…nothing." He managed to say.

"Well, seeing as you have nothing to do, you might as well help out here with the slaves rank and order." Raditz nodded as he walked up along side the king, along with Nappa. He looked back nervously. But he then decided that maybe this was for the best. Sorting out the slaves might enable him to find his little sister.

Goku stood in line, looking down at the floor in a morbid way. Why? Why did this have to happen to her? What did she ever do to anybody? She glanced to her right and then to her left before dropping her gaze back to the floor. On her right were some of her friends, namely Krillin, Meijin Roshi, Kami and Tien. To the left, Yamcha, Bulma, Chichi, Piccolo and Oolong. The rest had died while she was trying to beat away the endless fleet of super strong warriors. But that's just what it was; an endless fleet of warriors. Instead of being killed, though, they were put on a ship and then sent off Earth. Far away to another planet called Vegeta-sei. Goku swallowed the lump in her throat as she forced the tears back. Both Bulma and Chichi were weeping, and Meijin Roshi was grieving over losing his best friend, Turtle. Goku had to be strong! That's what she was for! She had to be strong for her friends, even though she felt incredibly weak and insignificant. She suddenly jerked her head up when she heard the tapping of boots against the blood red marble floor and a deep voice speaking.

"What do you specialize in?" it asked.

"I'm a warrior." That was Piccolo.

"Hmm…Earth is a strange place for a Namek to be, but I think we can put him in the army." She watched as a baldheaded man nodded as he wrote it down on a large manuscript. She watched as suddenly took him by his neck and placed some flat device to the back of his head. He cringed and bared his teeth as a sharp pain hit him in his neck. When it was removed, Goku could see strange writing on his skin.

Like a barcode…they're gonna brand us!! She whimpered in thought, but remained cool and calm on the outside. She watched as Chichi got branded as a cook, Bulma a technician and Yamcha another warrior. By the time they got to her, Goku felt that her mouth was dry and her tongue felt like sandpaper.

"And what do you specialize in, my beautiful?" he asked. Goku was going to answer that she was a warrior too, but she then wondered if they'd believe her. Maybe there was no such thing as female fighters on Vegeta-sei. She opened her mouth, but then shut it again, afraid to say anything.

Raditz immediately recognised the young woman as Kakarot, but he too was afraid to just jump in and declare her as his sister. He didn't think the king would believe him, as she was missing her tail. Probably lost it in that freak accident. He thought. He watched as she opened her mouth to say something, but then quickly shut it again. He could tell she was scared of the king, but he didn't blame her. One wrong word or toe out of line and that was like an immediate death sentence!

"Well?" he asked. Raditz watched as she dropped her gaze to the ground before muttering very softly.

"Nothing." The king smirked.

"Very well then, you can be my slave then." Raditz gulped. He knew what the king meant by that, and the idea of the king doing God-knows-what to his little sister was just unbearable! But he didn't want to lose his life talking out of line either!

"Er…sire!" he intervened.

"Nani?" asked the king gruffly. Raditz gulped as he spat out the first good excuse that came to mind.

"Why don't you give her to the ouji? As a gift?" he suggested. The king thought over that for a second before nodding.

"Hmm…excellent idea, Raditz." He said, smirking through his thick beard. "Very well, Nappa." Nappa stepped forward and bowed. "Take her to the ouji's bath chambers and get the servants to run her a bath." He looked her up and down, taking in the fact that she was very grubby and dirty. Not to mention covered in mud and dried blood. "Then, get the ouji to take a bath as well." He smirked as he continued. Nappa took her by her arm and led her out of the great hall, and down to the ouji's huge wing.

Goku didn't have the foggiest what was happening. One minute, she was going to say she was a warrior, then she doubted that thought. Then, she was told she was going to be the king's slave. Now, she was the ouji's slave and she had to take a bath! Her head spun as the baldheaded man lead her down the hall and to two huge, mahogany doors. Opening them, he walked inside and rang a bell. Ten female servants suddenly appeared out of nowhere and rushed up in front of the tall warrior.

"By the king's orders, she is to have a luxurious bath and then left alone. Understood?" he asked. They all nodded and muttered they understand before grabbing Goku by her wrist and leading her to the back where the bath was. When Goku looked behind her, she saw the man leaving.

When Goku saw the bath, she gasped in surprise. The floor and walls were of deep blue and turquoise marble, in fact…so was everything else! In the center was the bath, which was more like a deep pool rather than what she was used to. Lining the right hand side of the bath was soaps and other funny sponge thingys that looked rather rough. On the right hand side was a huge basin with golden taps that looked more like a bath to Goku. On the left was a huge mahogany cupboard and to the back was a huge blue screen. Goku silently wondered what was on the other side of the screen while she marveled at the sight of the bathroom. She looked up and also saw that navy blue drapes hung from the huge pillars that were sitting on each corner of the bath.

It's just like an Ancient Roman bath! She marveled. She was suddenly pulled from her thoughts when she saw the women filling up the bath with water and bubblebath, making it the biggest bubblebath she'd ever seen. She watched in silence until another alien woman took her by her hand and pulled her in front of the bath. Goku looked around and saw that the others had disappeared.

"We must leave you know." Croaked the woman. "I suggest you stay here and do as they tell you. There'll be a terrible price to pay if you do not." She warned as she gave a sniffle, perhaps thinking of a friend who did just that. Goku looked around and was about to ask her what to do when she noticed that the woman was gone. She glanced around, taking in what had happened to her that day.

She had been under attack, she fought off and killed as many intruders as possible, got captured and now was in some strange place and she was now a slave. Goku felt incredibly weak and sad. She dropped her head as she sniffed and the little tears she was holding fall down. She wiped her face and saw that she was really grubby. Sniffing the tears away, she walked behind the screen, just to take a look at what was there. But all she saw was a huge marble table that looked like a cross between a massage table and a double bed. She walked to the edge of the bath and began to take her clothes off. First her shoes, then her orange gi, and then her underwear. As she took of her gi, she felt a lump in one of her pockets. When she inspected what it was, she found it was two sticks of bubblegum. She grinned as she remembered the huge bubbles she used to blow. She decided she'd chew one lot anyways, as she hoped it would calm her nerves.

Goku slid into the water, allowing the warmth of the water and the gentle bubbles to massage her skin and wash away the muck and filth she wore with her gi. She swam around a bit and found that there were steps on the right hand side of the bath. Sighing, she sat down on the steps.

"This place isn't that bad." She assured herself. "As long as we do everything we're told, I guess we'll get treated okay." She swam over to where the soaps were and took one that smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. She also grabbed a rough sponge and swam back over the steps where she sat and began to wash herself.