Brother and Sister Love
***Vegeta-sei, when it was still there***
Every night the same thing; she'd walk down the hallway, dressed in the finest silks ever, wearing all the colors of the royal house of a Kingdom unknown to the Saiyans. She was at the tender age of 3, yet her power was way higher than that of any other Saiyan her age, seeing as she wasn't a pure blooded Saiyan like most Saiyans on the planet. Her parents had lived on a planet called Chikano-sei, while she was born on Vegeta-sei. She was tutored by her parents to be the best, to destroy all that seemed wrong to her and finally find something called the Center of the Universe.
Once the guards left, she ran down the hall toward the exit of the royal castle, going to her usual grounds where she went to train under the high gravity of her gravity simulator, which she had tightly clutched under her arm. Finally, she was outside, and she flew off, her chi-level safely hidden by the chi-deflector she had made.
When she landed, she placed the small, 5 inch high gravity simulator on the ground, before tossing her silken black cloak aside. Her training gi existed out of a golden colored pair of pants with silver lines running from her thighs to her feet with blood red gems, where she wore shining orange sandals, set off with wondrous blue jewels, and a wonderful indigo and orange shirt that had a slit down from her neck down to just below her undeveloped breasts, and a pair of indigo gloves covered her small, tender hands. Her shining golden hair flowed down her back and her sapphire blue eyes narrowed into two tiny slits as she set the GS on 500 times Vegeta-sei's gravity (which is 10.000 times Earth-sei's gravity).
She felt the pull of the ground pulling her down, but she forced to stand up, before she started doing her katas. After that, she started to punch and kick invisible enemies that only she could see, jumping up and flipping back and forth, her limbs moving with cat-like grace she had gained from her mother. A chi-blast formed in her hands and she shot it around, and shot open a lid with a small chi-beam, making a few deflector-bots fly out, deflecting her chi-blast back at her, which she had to dodge.
The next morning…
She snuck back in her room and placed the GS under her bed, when suddenly, she heard screams coming from the throne room, and she knew that King Veldock and Queen Rosicheena had gotten into a fight once again. "I wonder what today's topic is," she said aloud and placed two fingers one her forehead, before teleporting to her hidey-hole she had discovered a year back so she could eavesdrop on the fights the King and Queen occasionally got into.
The King and Queen were at each other's throat, while Elvor, the Queen's brother, and Marshal in the Saiyan Army, stood by the sidelines, a young boy around her own age standing beside him. Elvor had black flaming hair like the royal family, but instead of a windows-peak, he had a fringe, and with that appearance, he could be the young boy, who she knew was Prince Vegeta, his older brother. In a dark corner, her parents were watching as well, wanting no part of this argument at all.
Her mother, Azanka Milen, was a special Saiyan, whose original hair color was golden color and her eyes were light magenta, but to be safe on the planet, she had to paint her hair a darker color. Her father, Tricitrius Milen, didn't have to do that, for he had dark black hair and sapphire blue eyes, like herself. Her parents both had slanted eyes and high cheekbones, but their eyes weren't as slanted as hers, or their cheekbones weren't as high as hers would be once she reached her teens. Her parents noticed her, but she motioned for them to keep quiet, and the two agreed.
She could hardly follow, they were talking too fast for her to follow, until her parents' names were mentioned and she looked at both her parents in shock. They however, didn't respond to her, hiding their daughter's keep under wraps. The Prince and Elvor also looked a little shocked, as Rosicheena finally hollered something she could make out. "If it hadn't been for either Azanka or Tricitrius, I wouldn't have even SURVIVED the birth of our child Veldock!!! And you know it!!!"
She quickly ducked away from anyone's vision as the King seemed to be raging mad. The King hissed something so soft, she couldn't hear, even with her acute hearing, something that somehow enraged Elvor. Having seen enough, she teleported away, to her room, not wanting to see the King rage about and possibly kill somebody.
Vegeta closed his eyes as his Uncle dropped dead near his feet, his eyes wide and a gaping hole in his chest. Elvor had really gone too far this time, but Vegeta had to admit that he was right. His Father really didn't treat Rosicheena, or Anaia, as his Uncle called her, really nice, but that didn't give him the right to talk to the King of Saiyans in that way. His Father told him to leave, and Vegeta gladly did, but not before taking his Uncle's sword.
Sadly, he stalked down the halls, and didn't pay attention to where he was going, but soon, he found himself near a door that he hadn't seen before, which was odd, for he knew every room in the entire castle (or so he thought). From inside the room, he heard light tinkering and he lightly knocked on the door, which caused a sudden clattering of metal and a light yelp of surprise and pain. "Be right there!" a girl's voice said, and he heard he scuffling about in the room, picking up metal and placing it back down again.
"Girl, if I were you, I'd hurry up and open this door! Or else…" he threatened lowly, but all he heard, was a short: "Shut up!" before he finally, heard the opening of the door, revealing a girl wearing a dark black cloak and a hood covering her face, disabling him to see anything of her face. She leaned casually against the doorpost, with her arms crossed, and asked: "Yeah, whatcha wan?" Vegeta scowled angrily, not liking the treatment he was getting now. Usually, girls her age were meant to bow down, trembling with fear, but this little girl didn't bow or tremble in fear of him, it was like he was… normal.
His scowl loosened and he said: "Nothing, I just wanted to know if anyone was using this room, I've never seen it before." The girl didn't respond at first, but then, she said: "Well, this is my room, so now that you know, I guess you can leave now, I was kind of busy." Vegeta shook his head and said: "No, I wish to see what you were working on." The girl cocked her head to the side and said: "Why?" "Curious, I guess," Vegeta answered with a shrug. He could tell she was blinking, and she said: "Curiosity killed the cat you know? But, if you really are only curious." She straightened up and walked into her room, followed shortly by Vegeta.
Her room was decorated with gold, silver, indigo and orange, and her ceiling was painted a bluish-black, with glittering jewels pasted on them. Her bed was made out of Mahogany and painted a lovely magenta color; the sheets were a light indigo, while the cushion was a soft reddish color. There was an orange carpet on the ground that held a gold crown, a few red flames, a few silver feathers, and lovely indigo carvings. Under the symbol was a curly multi-colored 'Z', for in every different light, it would change colors. The walls were decorated with gold, silver and small, red, shimmering stones. Vegeta was in awe. Never before had he seen such a beauty in a single room.
"My parents decorated it," the young girl said, removing a box from under her bed, which she placed on her bed, before jumping on it herself. "Mind closing the door? It's a little drafty in here." Vegeta didn't mind and simply shut it. The girl gave him a sly smirk, before opening the lid of the box, and getting a small piece of machinery out, which appeared to be some sort of wristwatch. She got some tools out, and started to fidget with the small contraption for awhile. Vegeta allowed her to tinker away for away, and also jumped on the bed, feeling the softness of the bed.
He lay down on the bed with his head on the cushion, watching the young girl tinker away. She picked up a small screwdriver and something else, and continued her work, completely focused on her work at hand. She finally closed the small lid and screwed it tight with a single bolt, before tying it around her wrist, and pressing a button on the side. Instantly she was engulfed by a white glow, and her shape began to grow, until finally, in her place, sat a woman in her early twenties, who smirked at Vegeta's amazed stare. "This device is something that can make people look older or younger than they in truth are. At least that way I might get some respect!" the girl/woman said. She pressed the side of her wristwatch again, and was the 3 year old girl she had been but seconds ago.
"I see, what's your name?" Vegeta asked, sitting up. "Huh? Oh, Milaya Laze Milen. Friends call me Laze; at least they would, if I happened to have any. Which I don't by the way." Vegeta gave a nod and asked: "Do you know who I am or not?" Laze gave a curt nod of her own, when suddenly, something clicked in Vegeta's mind. "Wait a sec! Did you say your last name was 'Milen'?!!?" Laze looked at him in confusion, and suddenly, from under the hood, Vegeta saw a pair of sapphire blue eyes looking back at him, a pair of sapphires he had seen with one other person; Tricitrius.
"Yeah… why?" Vegeta was brought back to reality by those two words and said: "No reason, just wondering. Can you make one of those things for me too?" Laze smirked and got off of her bed, and turned into a woman again, which enabled her to grab a box from a loose plank somewhere, before changing back into a child again. She opened the box and got a machine out, before placing the watch in it. She pressed a few buttons and said: "It'll take a few minutes, so I'll just go and feed Hikari and Yame." Vegeta watched her in confusion as she simply floated out of her window and to the stables that had been empty for years. Vegeta gave a shrug and jumped off after her.
When he landed, he saw Laze grabbing some hay, and separating it over two boxes, before dragging them toward two horses that seemed to be patiently waiting for their food. She gave them the boxes without any complaint, and wiped her forehead as the two horses began eating. Vegeta, again, was in awe. He had never seen horses close up, and they were lovely. One of them was a snow white horse and the other was midnight black. "Holy Mijana! It's fucking hot in this place!" Laze mumbled as she walked outside to get some fresh air, leaving Vegeta to gape at her in shock. Mijana was one of the Goddesses of Chikano-sei. Chikano-sei had five main Goddesses; Miden, Mijana, Zesoy, Seenoe and Sokati, who had created the planet.
"Laze, wait!!!" Vegeta shouted and ran after her. Laze turned, and this time, he clearly saw her eyes, but he paid little heed to it. "What did you just say?" he asked her, his expression serious. She blinked at him, before repeating the exact words she just said. "May I ask, why, you said that?" "Because it was fucking hot in there!" Laze retorted. Vegeta gave a sigh, and wanted to open his mouth, when a loud beep emerged from Laze's room. "Finally!" Laze groaned, hands on her hips before she flew up to her room, with Vegeta right behind her.
From out of the machine, she grabbed, instead of one, two wristwatches, and gave one to Vegeta. "Just set the age, and press the green button," Laze explained. Vegeta shrugged and set the age dial on 25 years, and pressed the green button. He felt his body growing, until it stopped and he actually had to look down to see Laze, who smirked lightly. "You look mighty good!" Laze commented, and gave Vegeta a hand mirror she had, enabling Vegeta to see his face. Vegeta nearly fell over, for he could've sworn he saw his father in the mirror, but it was himself, for he didn't have the goatee like his father had. His fringe was gone and had made place for a windows-peak.
Laze had changed herself into 24 year old woman, and still wore the black cloak, which Vegeta found strange. "Why are you cloaked?" he asked. "Because I'm different," she said, and moved a hand into her hood and when her hand came out, it held on to a golden lock of hair, to which Vegeta gasped. He walked over to her and took the lock into his hand, twirling it around his fingers for awhile to see if it was real, and Laze allowed him. He gave it a short pull, and was rewarded with a light yelp.
He chuckled and suddenly, without a warning, he pulled the hood down, making her gasp as she tried to hide her face, but he stopped her from doing so. She looked up at him, with highly slanted sapphire blue eyes, high cheekbones, and truly beautiful silken golden hair. "I don't see why you'd hide your face from anyone in the first place, you're beautiful," Vegeta complimented. Laze however, narrowed her eyes and pulled her hands from his grasp and said: "That's the point! I'm too beautiful! Do you have any idea how many Saiyans have already fought once they saw me or my mother?! Just to try and get a taste of us!"
Vegeta gasped, he'd never thought of that. Sure, some Saiyans cared about love, but others only did it for a good lay and for the beauty of the female. However, forcing yourself on a girl was pathetic! Suddenly, Laze noticed the sword he still had and said: "Oh, you use a sword?" "Uh… no. I already tried, but I'm no good in it," Vegeta replied. "Ah! Well, if you want, you can follow classes with me! I'm being tutored to master rapiers, broadswords, daggers, and scythes. Personally, I choose the scythe," Laze said. Vegeta thought about this. "Sure, why not?"
***28 years later, on Earth-sei***
The red aura of the GR illuminated the entire room, and it reminded him so much of his life on Vegeta-sei, yet right now, he had other things on his mind; namely surpass Kakarot and become a Super-Saiyan. He pushed himself up from the ground, sweat dripping from his solid form as he tried to remain standing on his two fingers (this is that scene with Bulma in the GR).
After a while he lifted himself into the sky and spun around like a cart wheel, when suddenly, the vid-screen popped on, showing a very enraged Bulma. The screen made her look all blue and purple, but Vegeta didn't even acknowledge her. "Stop it Vegeta! You're in no condition to be training right now!" she shouted at him. Vegeta however, didn't respond and kept on spinning [A/N: Doesn't he get dizzy or something?]. Bulma scowled even more. "I know you don't think so, but you have to rest right now!" Vegeta finally stopped spinning, growled and shouted: "Stop bothering me woman! And leave me alone!"
However, this was enough to break his concentration and he fell right onto the floor. As he tried to get up, Bulma continued rambling. "You know I'm right! So why won't you just listen to me and do as I say?!" Vegeta couldn't respond, he was still trying to get up, but Bulma saw this as that he didn't have anything to say. "No smart comeback? Well, that's good. Now go back to bed and get some rest!" "Not yet, I have something to tell you!" Bulma looked confused at Vegeta as he struggled to his feet. "Huh? Why? Is something the matter?" she asked worried, until she smirked. "Or maybe you're just going to apologize to me. If that's the case, then let's hear it!" However, all Vegeta hollered was: "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!"
This shocked Bulma, but Vegeta disconnected and continued his training. 'No woman tells me what to do!' Vegeta thought, and suddenly stopped mid-kick. That thought wasn't right. 'No Earth woman tells me what to do! Now that's more like it!' There had indeed been but one woman who had told him what to do; a very strong and wise one at that. She had been a Saiyan his own age, and had managed to make them look like adults, earning them the respect they deserved. At the age of three, she had started to tutor him to be a strong fighter, and he even picked up a lot of her habits, such as scowling continuously and smirking like the Devil himself. Pretty soon, they had formed a brother-sister-bond with each other, even though they trained like there was no tomorrow.
That night, after dinner, Vegeta went upstairs to his room. From out of his closet, he got a box that contained a few of his personal belongings. He sat on the bed and opened the box. A blood red sword lay sheathed in the box, just waiting to be used, a single picture of himself and the golden haired girl, an old book that held some ancient and very strong attacks he could use in the future, and some of the clothes his sister made for him. The clothes were of the best silk and were still the same color they had been when they were sewn. He gave a sigh and closed the box, before placing it back in his closet.
A few weeks later, Bulma woke up by the smell of breakfast, and stretched, before getting out of bed. She took a nice, warm shower, before going downstairs to eat. Vegeta was already stuffing his face, and she took her usual seat across from him, before digging in herself. Vegeta was remarkably quiet today, and Bulma wondered what was wrong. "You okay Vegeta?" she asked, and expected a cruel remark, but none came. Vegeta ate half his usual portion, before getting up and leaving for the GR. Dr. and Mrs. Briefs vaguely wondered what was wrong with him, while Bulma went into pursuit-mode. She ran after Vegeta and grabbed him by his arm, making him turn around. "What the Hell is wrong with you Vegeta!? You haven't said a word to me since I came downstairs!" Bulma screeched, her hands on her hips [A/N: lotta people use that pose].
However, Vegeta didn't respond, he just turned back around and walked over to the GR. Bulma was now gaping at Vegeta; Vegeta who doesn't want to 'fight' with her?! What was going on here!? The door to the GR closed as Vegeta entered, and disappeared from her view. As Bulma looked at her watch, she thought about staying home from work, but she couldn't do that.
Vegeta had to do a lot of trouble to keep his mouth shut. It had now been 20 years since he last saw his sister, and he tried to think about her lessons the entire day long to try and increase his powerlevel. Well, that hadn't been the easiest thing to do, and he had nearly yelled at Bulma just a second ago, hadn't it been for a wise lesson he had learned from his sister. Don't waste time on something unimportant. Vegeta sighed. 'It's going to be a long day!'
Bulma entered CC, and was greeted by a curly, auburn haired woman with light brown eyes, who wore a brown mini-dress that matched her eyes with long sleeves, dark brown high heels. The woman wore a pair of glasses which she pushed further up her nose to increase her vision. Her hair was pulled up in a light bun, and a few curly strands accented her face. When she saw Bulma, she smiled and said: "Good morning Ms. Briefs." "Morning Cenal. How was your morning?" Bulma asked, smiling at the wonderful employee. Cenal Radius had worked under Bulma's father for quite some years, and now she worked as Bulma's secretary. "I'll live. But John and Ginny were almost late for school this morning. Man! I actually had to rip John out of his bed before he was finally up!" Cenal and Bulma burst out laughing.
A few hours later, Bulma was looking over a few files, when Cenal entered her office. "Sorry if I'm disturbing you Ms. Briefs, but there's this guy who just won't go away," she said, her face a look of disgust on her face. "Some guy with black hair, a scar over his eye, and he reeks of women's perfume. At least 15 of them! Yuck!" Cenal had been known as one of the few women who disgusted the smell of perfume; she found it too artificial. However, Bulma knew who Cenal was talking about, and she growled low in her throat. "Please send him in, but don't leave, okay?" Bulma hissed, and Cenal nodded.
Cenal was also a very tough fighter, as her husband had taught her, who was a martial arts champion from East City. Cenal left, and returned with a cheerful looking Yamcha. "Hey babe!" Yamcha greeted, but Bulma just glared at him. Yamcha didn't notice and turned to Cenal. "Mind leaving now?" he asked, but Cenal shook her head and slammed the door closed. "I never, EVER, trust a male alone with a female unless they are wed!" Cenal growled out at him and suddenly covered her nose. "And you are redolent of women's perfume that is obviously not that of Ms. Briefs!"
Yamcha growled and said: "Stop lying!" "Cenal doesn't lie, Yamcha, unlike some people," Bulma hissed, just as mad as Cenal. Yamcha turned to his soon-to-be-ex, and laughed. "Don't tell me you belief this woman!" Yamcha asked, pointing at Cenal. He suddenly howled out in pain and grasped his finger, while Cenal seemed to examine her fingernails with one arm around her waist. "Next time you won't have a finger left," Cenal said, chuckling softly, soon joined by Bulma. "Yamcha, hate to tell you, but we're through. So you'd better get yourself removed, unless you want me to have someone to do it for you," Bulma said icily. The ex-bandit gaped at Bulma. "Babe! You can't be serious!" "Yes I do! Now GET OUT!!!" Bulma shouted, shooting up from her seat, having already pressed a small red button under her desk.
She looked up as a red light lit up in a corner of the room, and she gave a heavy sigh, before placing her newspaper aside and stalking over to Bulma's office. "Babe, let me explain--" "Don't 'babe' me! I'm not your babe! In fact, I never was! Now get the Hell out of here!!!" Her dark black army boots echoed throughout the hallway as she came closer and closer to her destination. "Bulma, just give me the chance to explain!! Just give me another chance!" "I gave you a million chances and you all blew them!" Her hair flowed down her back in the silent rhythm of a waterfall, and she snarled as she felt a powerlevel rise, so she placed two fingers on her forehead, stopping completely. Yamcha raised his chi and shouted: "Is this what I get for treating you the way I did for all these years?!" "YOU DID NOTHING BUT CHEAT ON ME SO YOU DESERVE IT!!!!" She disappeared. "Why you little!!!" Yamcha raced over at Bulma, and Bulma wanted to scream, but Yamcha was stopped as someone's fist was buried in his stomach.
As he crumbled to the ground, a female voice said: "That 'im?" "Yes! Now please, get him out of here Zeal!" Bulma said on a furious tone. "As you wish," the new female said and without a second thought, she hurled Yamcha through a window that Cenal had opened. She watched as he fell flat on his back, and she smirked evilly at her and Yamcha had a small hint of recognition, before she disappeared from his view.
Zeal straightened up and turned to Bulma, giving a curt nod, and walking out of the room. Bulma slumped in her chair and sighed. "At least I got rid of him." "I have a feeling he'll be back," Cenal mumbled, and she knew she was right; Earth males were so easy to predict, especially the ones that recently got dumped. 'This is defiantly NOT good!'
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A/N: Oh boy! What's going to happen to Bulma?
And what about Vegeta?
Will those two ever get together?
Stupid question! OF COURSE THEY DO!!! The question is: "How?"