Alright so Bulma is a Saiyan Princess, not the main royal family, but other royalty alright just go with it. Vegeta has taken her as his own personal prisoner, she is not to return to her kingdom until he tells her to. There will be cursing and Lemons later. If you don't like the twist on the story, or anything involved, then don't read it. It's really simple. This is my second Fanfiction, don't be too harsh but i'd love some feedback. R+R please and enojoy it!

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It was a rather gloomy day. For more than one person, Bulma looked out the window of her room and sighed in frustration. She laid back on her bed and closed her eyes. She hadn't always been a prisoner to the Prince and his delusions. However much she intrigued him, or he her, she didn't think he would ever do something like this. She was somewhat flattered, and a whole lot annoyed. She was not a piece of chattel, an object of his possession, which he could do what he wanted with, when. Thinking back to her days at home made her smile slightly, it was late and Bulma was tired. However she couldn't bring herself to sleep, instead she just daydreamed about when she wasn't there.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Three Weeks Prior OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Bulma! You will go to this event! The royal family will be here and you need to make a good impression with the Prince!" Bulma's mother was yelling at her.

For a Saiyan, Bulma was more stubborn than a lot of them. She had an attitude and she knew it. It was because she was always different from the rest. Her blue hair wasn't normal for a Saiyan, but she didn't care what anyone else thought about her, she knew she was beautiful and most of the men around couldn't help but stare at her all the time. She was desirable and she knew it.

Bulma rolled her eyes and glanced over at her mother, interrupting her training for the second time that morning

"Fine, stop interrupting me I'll go to this damn thing. Just let me finish my morning routine," she could almost feel her mother's smile from where she was. It was just a party, no big deal….right?

The rest of the day went off rather well, no interruptions, no one telling her to start acting more like the royalty she was. She had sometime before the party her parents were putting on. So she went and took a bath, getting her clean and de-stressing her from everything she had to deal with. Getting out of the now warm water she slipped her robe on and walked into her room.

"What am I going to wear? It's formal but it's not like a battle or training…so like meeting with my father 'officially' then?" shaking her head she walked into her closet. She had more clothes than the entire planet combined, and could never find anything to wear.

Finally she settled on a dark blue Saiyan attire dress. It was long and flowy, with a rip down the side of it, where her leg was. She nodded, formal enough for the party, and flexible enough to slip right out of when the party was over, she didn't plan on staying long. Why even have the party? Oh yes that's right, one of the only celebrations they had ever was on this day, when the Saiyans had finally gotten rid of their biggest enemy. Bulma fixed her straps and blew her bangs out of her face. She'd just go downstairs now and save herself the trouble later. She had a bad feeling about all this, but just set the thoughts aside, she was a Saiyan and a tough elite warrior. She'd be fine, no matter what it was.

Bulma walked down the staircase and looked around, the room was beautiful and she smiled inwardly, she'd always loved the big party ball room, especially all lit up and decorated. She walked silently over to the window, looking outside at the setting sun and closed her eyes once more; she was content to stay right there when someone interrupted her

"Princess, aren't you going to join your parents to greet everyone?" it was a servant.

"Yes…I'll be right there." She looked out the window right as the sun was gone and swiftly turned and went to where her parents were.

They weren't the biggest royal family on planet Vegeta. But they were one of the most successful and most well known. They were known as the smart Saiyan family, they made inventions that greatly benefited the Saiyan race. Bulma was very intelligent, as well as strong. But she really just wanted to be the smart one, being strong was a lot of work.

She stepped up next to her mother and had to block some of the bright light out of her face with her arm; after the light of the ship went down she put her arm down and fixed her hair. It always got messed up around spaceships. She didn't notice most of the guests, her best friend, ChiChi who was already married came with her husband Goku. That story was one of struggle and lots and lots of yelling.

One set of people she did notice was the King of the planet. King Vegeta and his son, who he selfishly and arrogantly named after himself, Prince Vegeta was something to look at. She looked him up and down once, and then went back to not being interested in anyone. The Royals came over and Bulma and her family bowed slightly as they went by. Bulma glanced at Prince Vegeta over her shoulder; he was glancing back at her as well. She pretended to fix her hair and went back to not looking at him.

'Hmm he's an interesting one. Maybe I do want to introduce myself to him.' she thought to herself before smiling slightly. The rest of the guests just made her want to run to her side of the castle and never come back down from her room. As the last of them got there she let out a relieved breath and went into the room. She found her best friend and they sat and talked for a while. Mostly catching up, but Bulma was more interested in the mysterious Prince from before, she kept looking around nonchalantly for him.

"Bulma?" ChiChi couldn't seem to keep her attention for more than a minute.

"Yeah?" Bulma looked back at her with a look that said she was only listening for the next thirty seconds then she was done.

"Goku and I had a son. He's almost five now." Chichi said and hoped her sister heard her.

"Really? Has it been that long since I've seen you?" Bulma frowned lightly

"Not quite. We saw you last year…but Gohan didn't come with us because he was sick….he stayed with Goku's father," ChiChi explained

"But I'd love for one of these days you to come over and meet him…I mean my parents don't really know about him either but…"

"ChiChi you have to tell them. If they knew they were grandparents they'd let you and Goku come live with us. Please, I'm so bored here by myself, my parents don't let me do anything without an escort, even though I can take care of myself," Bulma sighed slightly frustrated.

"Maybe…but I don't want to risk it you know. I'll just keep it a secret…"

Bulma shrugged and just went back to tuning her out. Sighing she excused herself and got a drink for herself before walking out onto the balcony, away from everyone on the other side of the castle. She almost bumped into someone but gracefully spun around them as they came rushing back inside. She blinked and looked back out onto the balcony. It was the mysterious Prince Vegeta. She blinked and was about to leave when he said

"Halt Woman, what exactly are you doing here?"

Bulma's eye twitched in irritation

"Well I live here, so I can go wherever I want, have a problem with that? And my name is Bulma. Not Woman." She leaned against the wall by the door, looking out at him with a slight glare. It was dark but she could see his outline, he was turned away from her looking down at the castle grounds. Vegeta scoffed

"Don't talk back to me in that voice, stupid woman. I'm the Prince of ALL Saiyans. Not some sad excuse for underling royalty,"

"Wow, you're even more of a jerk than people say. And I thought they were just being mean," she rolled her eyes, quickly drank the rest of her drink and went to walk back inside.

Vegeta was fast, she'd give him that. He appeared in front of her and she backed up a few steps.

"You will not speak to me that way again. Am I understood?" his glare told her that he was a serious and he'd probably practiced that glare in a mirror to get it just right. Bulma simply raised an eyebrow as if to say 'do I care what you think?' and tried to walk past him. He kept blocking her way

"Are you going to move? Or do I have to make you?" she asked irked. He did something that made her even more angry. He laughed at her.

"You? Make me? HA don't make me laugh foolish woman. I'm ten times as strong as any…."

Bulma tuned him out as he ranted still chuckling and snickering about how amazing he was and how she couldn't make him do anything. She leaned in and kissed his cheek. He stopped ranting and his eyes widened, he jumped back about ten feet.

"WHAT THE HELL!"

Bulma walked past him and inside, not glancing back at him once.

"How sweet. You moved," she said with a smirk, knowing he could hear her. Vegeta growled. He wasn't expecting that at all.

Bulma looked around, she wasn't interested in anyone else here, not even ChiChi, she really just wanted to go back up to her room. So she did, she walked up the stairs and right before she got to her bedroom her arm was grabbed from behind

"Hey! What do you think you're….!" she stopped when she saw who it was

"Oh it's just Prince Vegeta. Let go of me," she said glaring at him bitterly

He just growled and roughly grasped her arm tighter

"How is it that you, some insignificant woman, can stand up to the most powerful Saiyan on this planet? Do you have a death wish?!"

"Actually, I think you're trying to get under my skin. It's working. Let. Me. Go." Her glare got scarier each passing second.

"You do not tell me what to do!" Vegeta was irritated she thought she was in charge here. He was slightly intrigued, no one had ever dared to speak to him this way, and it was doing multiple things to him. His mind and his body weren't sure what to do with this woman.

"You're in MY house buddy! Now either let me go, or I'm going to use a power only I posses to make you let go!"

Vegeta scoffed

"Pitiful little woman. You don't look strong, or smart, or even pretty! What could you possibly have that I don't? What is this so called 'power'?"

Bulma went slack, instead of being all tensed and pulling away from him, she relaxed and leaned towards him, letting her dress slip down slightly, showing some cleavage, and leaning in her lis close to his ear, she whispered, letting her breath tickle his skin

"Please oh great Prince Vegeta? Won't you let me go?" her voice was sultry and barely above a whisper, she let her eyelashes touch his cheek, barely.

Vegeta shuddered then blushed furiously, he found himself wanting to let her go, gradually his hand left her arm and he was a bit dazed. Bulma straightened up and pulled her dress back up, taking a step back she put a hand on her hip, eyebrow raised.

"W-what…." Vegeta's blush deepened as he cleared his throat and glared at the woman in front of him.

"That's the power of feminine charm…maybe you do have some of that power," Bulma smirked and turned quickly, entered her room, turned slowly so her eyes met his and she shut the door.

Vegeta clenched his fists but couldn't help his small smirk that came to his face. She out smarted him. Twice. That never happened and he took it as a challenge. Maybe she was the thing he needed to stay entertained at his palace. He knew now what he wanted for his birthday that was in a month. Her. He wanted the Saiyan Princess. She was a challenge he was not going to pass up on. He would tame her and then give her back to her stupid home and family. She shouldn't be hard to break for the great Saiyan Prince.

Vegeta walked down the stairs, smirking, he would tell his father if he didn't get the girl he'd burn the entire kingdom to the ground. Prince Vegeta was a serious man, and would not be taken lightly. No one would ask questions. She would be his to do as he pleased with until he released her. Yes a birthday present fit for a king. Which he would soon be.