Summary humans and Saiyans meet every year to meet their potential mates at age 18 Prince Vegeta has come of age to meet his but who catches his eye in this ball.

A./N you'll find out more about the back story later on in chapters

She walked the halls in a new dress she'd brought for this event, her father was off in a corner taking to the King with her mother. They seemed to be talking trade or something, she had only come because her father had told her the King's son was around but she couldn't find him.

She had never met the Prince before but she was told he looked like his father as they had the same hair and face. She had caught the attention of many Saiyan men because of her beauty but she passed on them, she walked around her head held high with rosy cheeks.

She heard someone talk about her the words were.

" Crap she's beautiful."

She turned to see who spoke the words as she loved to be flattered, she saw the Prince, his amour, face and hair screamed he was the one she wanted to dance with.

She sneaks up to him and whispered.

" Pff." She laughed joyful at his compliment " Want to dance?"

He looked at the woman noticing how she dressed how expensive her dress looked how her hair had been fussed over. He blushed offering his hand to her, she took it and they danced.

" So the Prince of all Saiyans thinks I'm beautiful not that I blame him." She spoke softly

He blushed as he hadn't thought she had heard that then again she had laughed about it, he saw her bright blue eyes now.

" Who wouldn't think that? I'm sure you've had a lot of attention tonight." The Prince replied dryly

" I have but I blew then off, because I wanted to dance with you." She replied happily

" Every woman here wants to dance with me. You are lucky I chose to offer you a dance but it means nothing."

" Heh I can see why woman would want to throw themselves at you. After all you are royal blood that means a lot, but I just wanted to dance with a prince."

He moved around with her, after one song he was about done.

" You do know what this event is held for?"

" Off course,my father told me all about it, it's sweet in a way it's like a mating dance to attract your mate. Although speaking of my father I wonder if father's discussion is going well with your father."

" Huh what discussion?" Vegeta asked confused

" Oh we're sending you some good will capsules for happy couples, did your father not tell you that we at Capsule Corp. were going to be here "

"Well off course, he said that Dr Briefs had a wonderful bright daughter."

"Yep that's me Bulma Briefs the heiress to the Capsule Corporation."

"What? "

She back away playfully winking.

"It was fun dancing, you're a good dancer."

She bounced off a little with her hands behind her back, Vegeta was left flabbergasted but spied a lower classed Saiyan run up to her panicked and he seemed to beg her something.

She sighed as Vegeta watched he saw her dance mining timing to him, as young woman came up to then, Goku took the other 's woman hand running the back of his head.

She give him a thumbs up and waves him off and he worked out what was up, it seemed those two knew each other. He felt he heart stop beating so fast, he'd feared her being taken from him, he stood and let it sunk in.

' Crap.'

She seemed to talk to her father and leave the room, he didn't see her for the rest of the night after that.

…..

" I'm sure they said the guest rooms were this way Vegeta" A man said loudly

" This place is massive though, if we're lost we blame the humans "

Bulma heard the voices and a rose from sleep she flung her door open. She was furious having her sleep interrupted by the Saiyan guests her father allowed to stay here.

"The guest rooms are the other way morons." She yelled

The three stopped in their tracks and and one held his hand up and the two went the other way.

" Sorry about those two, they had a bit too much Earth alcohol "

Bulma blushed at the familiar voice, her once neat hair a mess and she wore lose fitting cloths to sleep in. Vegeta observed her as a shelve slide down her arms exposing a bit of her breasts.

" Actually we need to talk, it's why I sent them away. You see I have asked my father to arrange our marriage with your father "

Bulma's face dropped in obvious shock, she had just met him and barely knew him and he had asked for hand in marriage.

" Their discussion it now."

"What?"

She stormed off down the halls and Vegeta followed grabbing her arm.

"Where are you going? Are you not happy?"

" Don't take what I'm about to say as not accepting this offer, but I don't know you at all." Bulma said sadly " We have just met I don't know your personally or what you like or hate.. I want to get to know you better."

" That is what our marriage will be for."

He face dropped she looked on on disbelief.

" Look my father saw how we interacted, how close we were." Vegeta explains as he let her go

" I just don't want rush into it that's all. I know for you Saiyans you just know who your meant to be with.."

" Are you saying you don't feel our connection?

"…."

She looked him in the eyes wordless and looked away.

" It's not what I'm saying.. Your urg."

She walked back toward her room now tired and defeated.

" I kinda want to marry you Prince Vegeta OK, but.."

She closed the door to her room leaving the Prince to wonder what more she wanted to add.

..

she had over slept the next morning from her time awake the previous night, she thought the night before had been a messed up dream, she brushed her hair got changed into some fashionable clothing, well all her clothing was nothing but fashionable. The blue hair genius knew the Saiyans that were staying here would be leaving today to travel home for another year, some that had found their mates stayed here some went home with them. She sat down blinking a little seeing king Vegeta and Prince Vegeta wolfing down food.

She took a moment to gave some coffee before she took in the scene for real. She put her finger on her lip as her mother put her breakfast down with a proud smile and she grabbed her shoulder.

"Oh Bulma isn't it great, your husband to be is going to be staying here."

" Huh how come everyone keeps making choices for me?" She yelled out " Is anyone going to consult me first? "

" Calm down my dear, we came to arrangement. You and my son will not be getting married straight away, you have a little under a year to do that ' getting to know each other thing.' " King Vegeta interrupted " However if you decide you don't want to get married by then Vegeta will look for another mate at next years gala."

Bulma looked off and stood up.

" I understand.."

Bulma walked out not before her mother called out

" Where are you going?"

" I'm going out on my capsule bike to clear my head, I'll be be back whenever."

She waved her hand dismissive and Paunchy sighed.

" I'm do apologise she's like that someday. I'm sure it just a bit overwhelming."

" I understand completely, it hard thing to accept, its not like it's a bad thing she's like that."

Paunchy smiles happily as she watched the father and son eat.

…

Bulma sat on her bike overlooking the ocean, she held her head in her hands. She was engaged and had little under a year to decide if the Prince was meant for her. She had enjoyed her time with him while dancing, but still this was all too much.

She drove home, as she pulled up she saw Prince Vegeta seeing off his father and other Saiyans. She would have to get used to seeing him around here. After all he was sticking around and as she got off her bike and re capsuled it, she watched on from a distance.

She watched the ship take off and Vegeta noticed her and walked up to her.

" I've been told in order to court you and to get to know you better we should go on dates." Vegeta offered

" Yeah that's how it works, " bulma replied genlty

Vegeta nodded

" Then we shall go on dates if that what it takes, I want nothing more than to please you heiress Bulma."

Bulma blushed at his polite manner, he felt his hand on her face as he kissed her cheek. The eighteen year old girl stood as he smirked and walked to there now shared home.