Hey you guys, Blackbetty here! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews, I'm happy you enjoyed the first chapter. I will admit you guys, I have a slight issue LOL. I have all these great ideas jumbled up in this brain of mine, but it's actually writing them down is my problem (especially writing Vegeta's segment). So give me a break when you notice it . Anyways on with the chapter, hope you like it! Oh and don't forget to give me some feedback, as an amateur writer I would very much appreciate it (remember to review).

Side note: Bold: voice in the walkie talkie

'Italics': Characters thoughts

For characters ages refer to Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Do not own DBZ

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The Return of the Prince

Chapter 2: The meet

"Can you hear me Chi?" Bulma spoke into the ancient device, as she walked down the main wing of the royal palace.

*static* Kind of *static*

Bulma rolled her eyes as she thought to herself 'Aren't these saiyans suppose to be some high and mighty race….at least they should get with the times and invest in some new equipment instead of this junk.' She glared at the obnoxiously large looking device, known on Earth as a walkie talkie, or 'maybe the first version of it' she thought as she chuckled to herself. Jin had insisted in using them for precaution reasons, and for better communication with the girls, if things went sour at any point. This didn't really help ease the girls' nerves, but better safe than sorry. At the time Bulma thought of it as a good idea, until she found out the poor piece of technology hardly functioned properly. 'Well this is going to suck..'

Can you hear me ok?

"All good Chi…hey have you reached Lord Kakarot's chamber yet?" She asked Chi Chi curiously, rounding the corner of the large marble hallway, the Prince's room now in view.

Yea, just got here. Looks pretty decent, how's the Prince's quarters?

"About to find out," Bulma said while slowly putting down her walkie talkie, and stood straight facing the large, brown, double doors. 'Deep breathe Bulma', she told herself as she approached. 'Kami if I'm having problems now with just entering his room, without him here, what's going to happen to me when he's actually present….' She knew…fear. Her slender hand wrapped itself on one of the gold door knobs, she mentally prepared 'Ok…now' She turned and pushed it open. As she walked in, she found only darkness and the faint smell of dust lingering. Looking around, she could see the shadows of his furniture, his huge king sized bed, and a large painting of the royal family on the other side of the room. She stopped her gazing and focused on the large painting once more; both the Queen and King looking as regal as ever. Then she glanced at her Queen 'My the years have been good to her, still as beautiful as ever' she smiled to herself. Bulma had reached the large, red curtains, made to block out sunlight from engulfing the spacious room. As she pulled the heavy curtains one at a time, she had noticed a huge amount of dust particles radiating off of them, the sun's light gave Bulma a clear view of that. "The hell?" she spoke to herself. As she gave the curtains a few more taps, particles still coming off in large amounts. That's when she went to the nearest piece of furniture she could find, the Prince's royal desk, made out of the finest wood Vegetasei had to offer. Bulma stuck out her pale, index finger and swiped it across his desk and brought it up to her face. There in front her, in a horrified expression, was a thick gunk of dust. '…the room hasn't been cleaned out…!' In a flash Bulma had picked up the walkie talkie and pressed the speak button. "Jin, Chi Chi is anyone there!? Pick the Fuck up!"

What is it?!

"Chi Chi, Prince Vegeta's room has not been cleaned out!" Bulma let out in pure panic, her body suddenly clenching up, as her heart beginning to race.

What!? ARE YOU SURE!?

"Fucken Positive!" She screamed out, her stress reaching up to a whole new level. "The room needs to be dusted, the sheets need to be changed, the curtains need to be patted, and I haven't even seen the bathroom yet!" As she ran into the bathroom switching on the lights, dropping to her knees with pure horror. The large, porcelain bathtub, once beautifully white, had the stains of black (mold). The corners of the wall had remains of cob webs, and the marble floor had absolute no shine. Suddenly she had the faint urge, to puke. Tears slowly making their way down her cheeks, this was it. Her mind was letting her know she might not see the light of day after today.

Bulma, what do you mean the prince's room hasn't been cleaned out? I sent Yuna on it yesterday! Jin spoke furious; the man was clearly upset… and he never got upset..

Ummm, Jin, Yuna never arrived to her room last night. She wasn't even at the meeting this morning. Chi Chi spoke softly into the radio. Chi had been somewhat good friends with Yuna, after all she was a fellow human like herself. But lately Chi Chi noticed a change in Yuna, something was wrong. Chi had hoped to talk to her about it, but never got to it due to her busy schedule. Now she had a feeling it was too late…

Jin thought to himself, Chi Chi was right, he had not seen Yuna this morning. Something must have happened…He shook off his worry 'there is bigger things at task here' and proceed to speak. Chi Chi how is Lord Kakarot's room?

Good, he just needs new towels and new sheets

Great, when you are a complete with your task, I need you to hurry to the Prince's chambers double time, to help Bulma. The Royal ship arrives in, he glanced at the clock, two hours….

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Space had been so dull, so quiet and my God he hated it; Vegeta stood arms crossed, directly in front of his large office window. For the past two weeks, he had seen the same shit over and over, at least in the pods he was able to sleep. But in this large ship that he so gladly swiped from Freeza, sleeping was not optional. 'Even in death the Prick still manages to infuriate me.' He thought to himself, eyes closed, rubbing his temples.

*knock knock*

"Come in" spoke Vegeta slightly annoyed, his thoughts still occupied with tyrannical Lizard.

His office door automatically swooshed open, stepping in Kakarot. "My Prince, we are scheduled to enter Vegetasai's atmosphere in one hour."

Vegeta nodded, and slightly turned his head to Kakarot. Kakarot, who now wore a fresh new suit of armor for the occasion, his brown tail was wrapped loosely around his built midsection, but what stood out in Kakarot's appearance was not what Vegeta had expected ….a smile gracing his advisor's face. Vegeta looked back at the large window "what's wrong with your face Kakarot, did you finally get laid." He slightly smirked to himself.

Kakarot's face dropped slightly, but he still kept his smile in check "Nooo, I'm just relieved were finally on our way home." He said as he scratched the back of his head in pure habit "aren't you?"

In reality, Vegeta had felt indifferent about returning home. After all he was going from one tyrant to another, his father, the King. No doubt he would be ordered around by his father, no different than under Freeza's rule. Although he had a slight suspicion he was much stronger than the King, since his father had never made an effort to confront the ugly prick himself. Taking the royal crown at anytime lied heavy on Vegeta's mind. "Hn" was all he said to answer his advisor.

Goku had finished scratching the back of his head, and once again gave a wide smile to his childhood friend, his excitement showing through "Did you need anything else Prince Vegeta?"

A gloved hand rose and gave him the dismissal "leave."

With only a bow, Kakarot turned and left the room, leaving Vegeta to his thoughts once again.

It's been 12 years. 12 years of loss, destruction, hatred… and 12 years he had not seen his family. He closed his eyes as he thought of the day he had last seen them….

10 year old Vegeta made his way down the enormous hallways that led to his parent's chamber. The yelling grew louder with each footstep he walked. When he had arrived he noticed the two guards in front of the doorway. Vegeta spoke lowly "Let me see, if you don't, I will have you both beaten." Even at a young age the Prince commanded respect and had no problem with commencing threats. The two guards nodded hesitantly and cracked the door open, wide enough for their prince take a look. Vegeta ducked down to peer in, he couldn't help but cover his sensitive ears slightly as his parents roars were heard loud and clear.

"VEGETA YOU MUST'NT! HE JUST A MERE CHILD! HE'S OUR SON!" The Queen screamed, her knees on the floor, grabbing on to the King's royal gold colored cape. Her tears mixed in with her once elegant makeup, now staining her tan face. "PLEASE MY HUSBAND I BEG YOU!" she gave one last plea.

"VALERIE stop your childish behavior this instant, you are acting like one of those mere slaves, begging for their lives. I will not tolerate MY Queen to display such pathetic behavior, do you understand!?" The King roared, looking down at his distraught wife. 'Thank Kami were in my private chambers, she looks absolutely disgusting.'

The Queen brought her head down dejected, her hopes had failed, the King has already made his decision "Yes…but Lord Freeza might torture or even worse, might Kil-," a massive hand made contact with her flushed face.

Vegeta's eyes widen

"SHUT UP WOMAN!" the king roared at the top of his lungs "I KNOW WHAT I AM DOING, AND HE IS GOING!" the King now towering over the Queen's body, pointing his finger at her face, currently covered in her black hair. She laid there curling herself into a ball, as her hands covered her face and begun to cry. The King just stood there, watching over her. He knew how much his wife loved her son, the boy was her first born after all. But her love him was not saiyan like, she spoiled him too much. The boy was becoming weak, and in turn so was she. What better way to fix this problem then to send the boy to Freeza, avoid possible war with the queer looking Lizard, and his son learning a lesson or two under his rule. The plan was flawless in his eyes. The King's normal scowl returned "I will see you and the boy in the throne room in 20 minutes that gives you enough time to say your final goodbyes." The King started making his way to the double doors; Vegeta took it as a queue to make his leave, as he ran to the nearest hallway pillar hiding behind it, while lowering his power level. The double doors flung open, showing his father with all his glory, as he made his way to the throne room, to receive his visitor, Lord Freeza.

Vegeta had made sure to see his father was out of sight, and then proceed towards his parent's room. He gave a look at the guards once more as they opened the doors. Startled the Queen rose up her face, fearing someone had seen her in this state; it had been only the mirror image of her husband, her son.

"Mom?" Vegeta whispered to his mother, slowly walking up to her distressed figure.

She only smiled and rose to her knees, arms open to hold her son close. Vegeta went in to her embrace, bringing his own to hold her as well. "Are you ok mom?" he whispered in her ear, playing with her long black hair.

"Yes my son, the King and I just had a little misunderstanding." She let him go and smiled sweetly at his concerned face. She looked at him for just a few more seconds, and spoke "Vegeta, the King and I have spoken, and we think it is best if you explore the universe a bit with one of your father's new friends."

"For how long?" Vegeta's scowl reappeared, one eyebrow lifted.

"For some time son." She admitted

"No."

"Vegeta you have no choice, it is the King's order." She sighed. 'Stubborn saiyan, round two..'

"I don't care."

"Vegeta he is the King and your father! You will respect him! That is his order!" The Queen was now rising to her feet.

"Why should I mom, he doesn't even respect you!" he yelled back, furiously walking back to the double doors. His mom was starting to piss him off. The Queen remained speechless…her son had a point. He was starting to take notice his father's attitude and disrespect towards others and herself, this was not how she wanted her son to be influenced. As Vegeta reached the door he stole one last look at his mother. His mother's face was blank, he had disrespected her. "I'm sorry mom." He put his head down.

"That is alright my son." She said as she slowly walked up to her child and kissed the top of his head.

"If I'm going on this..trip can I bring Kakarot and the others?" he looked up to his mother, hoping his best friends could come along for the adventure.

She nodded a yes, and smiled holding him close.

He opened his eyes, brushing the distant memory off, his focus on empty space once more. 'They have no idea, what they're in for' he thought to himself. He was nothing like he once was, a mere child. With that in mind, he glanced at the clock for the time. He had thirty minutes to change and prepare for landing. 'Perfect'

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"Well B this is where I stop," Chi Chi looked at her small brown watch (part of the uniform), then back up to her friend sadly. The women were slightly out of breath from the constant running around.

"It's ok Chi, you helped me out so much, that I don't even know where to begin to thank you. You seriously saved my life!" Bulma gave her friend a warm smile, bringing her into a tight embrace. Chi Chi and Bulma not only were able to clean the Prince's whole room and bathroom, but put down new sheets for him as well. All that was left was the bathtub, which in Bulma's mind would take ten minutes tops.

"No problem girl, you have thirty minutes B." Chi Chi warned "let me know if anything happens," She looked at her friend seriously, bringing up her large walkie talkie.

"Yea no problem, now go," Bulma demanded letting go of her friend, as Chi sprinted out the double doors. "Thanks again!" she yelled out loud enough for Chi Chi to hear. Bulma sighed and closed her eyes, feeling relief washing over her once more. Maybe she wasn't as dead as she thought, and then she remembered ….. 'The bathtub!'

As Bulma dashed back into the bathroom, grabbing the necessary sponge and chemicals to clean the bathtub, the walkie talkie came to life with the sound of Jin's voice.

Ladies you have exactly twenty minutes, to get yourselves in front of that door when Prince and the Lord arrive. I will send two slaves to escort each of them to their rooms….be ready.

"Shit," Bulma cursed at herself, placing the walkie talkie at the edge of the bathtub closest to the wall, the one with the hole. She had noticed it earlier when cleaning the floors, that there was a pretty good sized hole in one of the corners of the bathtub; but she decided to brush it off, since that was not her worry at the moment. Plus she could not be blamed for poor construction, after all she is a mere slave. She had to be careful though not to let the walkie talkie fall through, since she didn't have enough time to retrieve the device. She gave one last examination that all the other corners of the bathtub were occupied with scents, cleaning materials, candles for the Prince's likings. She grabbed the disinfectant and sprayed the stains, and started to clean. Her scrubbing became faster and rougher with each passing minute, her forehead seeing signs of sweat 'Please Kami, Please let me be ready in time'…..and the worst part was the stains on the bathtub were not coming off so easily.

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As everyone remotely important in the palace made their way outside for the grand return of the Royal Prince, the docking area had filled up rather quickly. The towns' people, in the thousands, had gathered up outside the royal palace gates to pay their respects to the Prince as well. At the sound of trumpets, walked in the Royal King and Queen and closely behind them the most sought after saiyan woman in all of Vegetasai, Mya. As royalty and future royalty, they were first in line to see the coming Prince. The King slightly leaned in and whispered into his Queen's ear.

"Now Valerie, for the love of Kami contain yourself when you see him." The King spoke lowly so only she could hear. Both the King and Queen's eyes were facing the large, sliver ship. The Queen chose to ignore her King, instead placing a smile on her beautiful face as the large ship began to lower.

The ship's landing gear touched the ground smoothly, seconds later the engine turned off. After a few moments of silence, and the anxiety of the crowd waiting, the ship's front door spewed out trapped air, and the ramp slowly begun to lower…..

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Girls the Prince has arrived

Chi Chi and Bulma's eyes wided

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When the ramp had finally touched the ground, lone, heavy, footsteps were heard. Then suddenly in clear view, the Prince made his grand appearance, the crowd roared and cheered welcoming their highness, as Vegeta put on a slight smirk on his face as he walked down the sliver ramp. His men followed closely behind him.

The Queen could not control her smile, he had grown so much. He had become the spitting image of his father, the exception being her son didn't display her husband's goatee. His unruly flamed hair had grown much since he was a child, along with his body. Aside from growing in height, he had filled out completely in width as well. Seeing no longer his baby fat cheeks, but bulging muscle at every corner of tan skin she could see; and she was proud. Hell he looked even bigger than her own husband when the two first met, she amused herself. He was wearing the traditional saiyan armor suit, along with the royal gold crest on his chest, his flowing red cape trailing closely along. Her son was no longer a boy, he had become a man.

As Vegeta made his way up to his parents, he had noticed a young looking female standing beside his father, no doubt his father's choice for future Queen. She had long uncontrollable curling hair, dark almond eyes, and glowing tan skin. He made his way down to her figure as she wore a revealing gold two piece outfit; she was athletic, slightly muscular, much like most saiyan women on his planet. Vegeta looked back up to see her face once more, their eyes meeting. He could tell just by the look she was giving him, that she wanted him….badly 'Hn, this will be fun.' He amused himself while still holding a smirk. Vegeta had no problem attracting the opposite sex; he knew they couldn't help themselves. And why would they, look him. To him discarding them, was as easy as attracting them.

"My son welcome home." The King was first to speak, as he laid one of his massive hands on Vegeta's well defined shoulders. Vegeta only nodded, coming to the conclusion his father had touched him with the sole purpose in sensing his power level, which would explain his father's semi-surprised look, he smirked. 'Yes old man, let it sink in'

As Vegeta looked towards his mother, he noticed a tear was threatened to fall from her left eye as she smiled. "Welcome home my son." She spoke softly, Vegeta nodded once again; placing a gloved hand on her arm, signaling to her everything was ok. Valerie placed a hand of her own, over his while giving it a light squeeze. He gave her a knowing smile and moved on.

Soon he was face to face with the young female, his father spoke "My son this is Mya, the daughter of our well respected elder counselor Darwin. She will be accompanying us in your celebration tonight, as well as other future events. I hope she is to your liking." The King smiled lecherously.

Mya was the first to extend her hand, as she looked at him with sex kitten eyes. "Please to finally meet you my Prince, it has been worth the while." She spoke playfully, intently looking into his onyx eyes. He graced her with a hand of his own, but said nothing, keeping his emotionless look.

"My Prince, may we be dismissed to head inside." Goku interrupted, making Vegeta part hands with Mya, focusing his absolute attention to his comrade. Internally Mya became disappointed, the Prince's attention leaving her. "You may, and I will join you as well." Looking back at his parents he slightly bowed to them his dismissal, "excuse me" and turned his heel to leave. Goku gave one last quick bow to the King and Queen, then making his turn to leave catching up to his Prince. As the men walked inside they were both greeted by Jin displaying a very low and gracious bow.

"My Prince, your humble people welcome you home. I pray your return was safe, yes?" Jin slightly lifted up his head, eyes dared not meet.

Vegeta paused for a second, looking down at the old man kneeled before him….the fool looked familiar..ah that's right. He was his father's slave. 'Lasted long, hasn't he?' And not a second more was wasted on the thought, as he carried on his way ignoring the old slave.

Jin half expected the Prince's reaction, after all he knew the Prince all too well since early childhood. Jin quickly signaled his two male slave escorts up to follow him, as Jin made his way over to the Prince once more. "My humble Prince, please allow me to serve you by letting this slave escort you to your Royal chamber?" Jin bowed keeping up with the Royal Prince's pace.

Vegeta gave him a side glance, and paused his stride. He was becoming quite irritated with the old fool. "One more word out of you, and I will not hesitate to leave your body in ashes where you currently stand."

Jin remained quiet, and bowed for a last time. His efforts had failed…He had to warn the girls. As he was about to radio them in, Goku appeared , what seemed, out of nowhere; Scaring Jin close to an early old man heart attack. "Hey sorry about the Prince, he can get like that sometimes." Goku nervously chuckled, bringing his hand to his stomach "But do you by any chance know when we're going to be eating next, I'm starving?" Jin stood wide eyed, in shock of the Lord's kind attitude towards him.

"Umm, I will have a server bring trays of food up if you so wish?" Jin spoke hesitantly, his guard still up. What a strange Saiyan this man was, absolutely nothing like the rest of his race.

"That would be great, thanks!" Goku gave a warm smile, and started to walk off.

As Goku walked his way up towards the crowd of people, Jin remembered and grabbed one of the two slaves and ran to catch up to his Lord. "Lord Kakarot, Lord Kakarot!" Goku turned hearing his name. Jin bowed as well as the other male slave. "My apologies for such a disrespectful cry my Lord, but please allow me to serve you by letting this slave escort you to your quarters."

Goku's face puzzled, and proceed to raise one eyebrow "Will he show me where the food is?"

"He will show you where the food will be." Jin spoke an octave higher

"Works for me, let's go little man." Goku contained his excitement, while grabbing the arm of the puny male slave. "Lead the way" and the two disappeared in the crowd.

As Jin walked back to the side away from the crowd, his mind raced back to the girls. He pressed the speak button. Chi Chi Lord Kakarot is on his way as scheduled, but Bulma the Prince is without an escort! I am not sure if he is on his way or not! Be at the door NOW!

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'FUCKK!' she mentally screamed at herself, as she cleaned the last remaining stain from the porcelain bathtub. Seconds later when she had finished, she turned on the bathtub water to clean the remaining chemical residue. When she went to turn the water off, her shoe slipped on one of the small puddles of water on the floor and her body had collided with the tub. As in slow motion she turned her head quickly as the walkie talkie began to move, tipping back and forth 'PLEASE KAMI DON'T LET IT FALL', and as on queue it fell, failing into the hole she so much was trying to avoid. "NOO!" she cried as she took off her black flats and jumping into the tub and making her way to the hole.

BULMA REPORT! WHAT IS YOUR STATUS!?

Her eyes scanned the hole, it was deep. She quickly laid out her options 'Either I get ready now and be at the door, leaving it there? Or?... No what if the others try to radio her in and I get caught…..I will die for sure!' the decision was made. She stuck her arm into the dark hole.

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As he walked down the spacious hallways alone, Vegeta had taken notice of a few changes the palace had acquired in his 12 years of absence. One being there was an extraordinary amount of increase in paintings of his father, gracing the hallway walls. Second, the halls seemed almost ghost like, glooming even. As a child he remembered the hallways roaring with life, slaves running at each corner, the sun brighten up the large passage ways with yellow light. 'Yes a drastic change indeed.' All thoughts aside, Vegeta rounded the corner, his room now in view. As he moved closer he noticed one of his double doors wide open, he walked in cautiously, a habit he acquired working under Freeza for many years. He took a second to scan the room for any potential threat; he noticed his balcony doors completely open his room feeling the effects of the breeze. He inhaled deeply, and much to his dislike, his room smelled strongly of cleaning chemicals. Just as he was about to register his old surroundings, he whipped his head toward his private bathroom, he had heard something…..

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"Come on Bulma you can do this!" she encouraged herself, raising up from her kneeling position to a standing bent over one, her fingers now grazing the antenna of the device.

Bulma! Where are you?! Are you ok?! The radio filled the hole with the sound of Chi Chi's voice

"Come on!" Bulma hissed at her self

Little did Bulma know that only a few feet behind her stood the royal, almighty himself, Prince Vegeta.

As the Prince took in the strange, yet alluring sight, he couldn't help but grin. After all her round, plump ass was in full view, her white under garment covering the remainder of what was left to the imagination. His eyes roamed her naked flesh, scanning slowly down her slender, toned legs making his way back up to her bottom once more. Vegeta now crossing his arms and leaning on the frame door, decided not to interrupt and watch the show till it ended.

BULMA ANSWER ME! Jin roared

Bulma's fingers brushing the walkie talkie once more, as she fought to get a good enough grip.

"YES! I GOT YOU!" she congratulated herself as she pulled out her arm from the hole; in her hand was the walkie talkie. She had quickly jumped out the bathtub, back still turned away from the door and gathered her black flats. As she made a 180 to dash out the door, she was stopped by low, steady, clapping. Her eyes making their way up see the person responsible. Her eyes slowly scanned the intruder's figure, and seconds later their eyes met…it was him.

BULM-…..The walkie talkie she had sacrificed so much to save landed face first to the floor, breaking into many pieces.

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Sorry for the cliff hanger guys (A girl has to keep her readers on their toes somehow *smile*). Oh Btw I'm really sorry to Goku and Chi Chi fans! I did promise they would meet in this chapter, but it was too hard to just to put them there in a hurry (I want to take my time with them) so I promise the next one. Anyways don't forget to review and let me how you like it. Have a great rest of the day!