Chapter Three: Revival and a Song?

The young boy walked into the main entrance way just as the girl had finished cleaning it. She was sitting at the far end wiping her brow with relief at being done. Glancing up she noticed the boy…no, the young prince leaning against the entrance doorway to catch his breath. He had taken a pretty good beating from Nappa, but he didn't mind. He could tell he was getting faster and stronger, and would soon over power the great big oaf.

The young girl raised her eyebrow as the prince began to walk towards her using the wall slightly for support. He must not have noticed her yet, but she couldn't blame him, she wouldn't talk to her either if she were in his position. She jumped a little, startled, when the prince fell over. Running over to him she gave him a small poke in the shoulder.

"Your highness? Are you all right?" She tilted her head slightly to look to see if he was awake. He was sleeping soundly and was mumbling something about death under his breath. She sighed and wrapped her tail around his ankles tightly. Grabbing her bucket of heavy water she awkwardly waddled back toward her guardian, dragging the young prince behind her who groaned softly but stayed asleep.

When she reached the half door she knocked on it gently. The old woman came over and looked over the edge.

"So glad you've finished Bulma. Was it a lot of trouble today?" She smiled her gentle smile as her tail snaked out and grabbed up the bucket.

"No, no trouble today other than Prince Vegeta showing up." Bulma replied in her small voice.

"The prince showed up? He must have been…WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" The old lady's eyes widened with shock when she finally saw what Bulma was dragging behind her. She quickly threw open the door and ran out to pick up the prince and ran off to take him to a rejuvenation tank. Bulma stared a little in shock but it was soon over as she spotted her flute lying on the ground.

"Hey! How did you get here?"

She picked it up and clutched it to her chest before she ran off to her room. Putting on a belt she tucked it into it and she sighed with relief. She really would have gotten a beating if she had lost that. Sighing heavily again she exited her room to find out what other chores she might have to do before bed.

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The young prince awoke to the blurry sight of people walking back and forth in front of him. He sighed releasing bubbles up his temples and through his hair. He closed his eyes again and felt the almost familiar pull in the pit of his stomach as the liquid around him began to drain out. He was soon greeted by a doctor/technician who handed him a towel and helped him out of the pod.

"Please head down to the showers sire and get yourself cleaned off. I do believe your father wants to see you as well."

Vegeta humphed and briskly walked towards the showers. He rid himself of all the nutrient rich liquid on his body and walked out with the towel wrapped around his waist. He walked back out into the lab and looked around. The previous doctor approached him and bowed at the waist.

"Forgive us your majesty but your clothes have yet to arrive for you. We thought you would be taking a little bit longer than what you did. If you don't mind waiting we will have clothes for you in a moment."

"What!? I'm not going to sit around here naked! I'm out of here." He stormed off out the entrance to the lab clutching his towel. He stomped down the hall angry at all the bad luck today. His luck wasn't about to change either as a girl who was walking with her head down banged into him as he turned a corner.

Bulma rubbed her forehead as she looked up to see who she had hit. Her jaw dropped as she stood looking up at Prince Vegeta who was currently rubbing his cheek.

"Watch where you're going hard head!" he yelled grabbing back up his slipping towel.

"Hey I'm not a hard head! You're just soft!" Bulma's words flowed out before she could think.

"Soft?!" he grabbed her arm and shook her a little. "Do you know who you are talking to!?"

"Yeah I know." She flinched a little at his grip. "Doesn't mean it's not true."

Vegeta's face grew red with anger. He walked off with her arm still in his grip. She winced a little, but didn't complain as he pulled her.

"Hey! Where are you taking me?" she called out her brown tail practically standing on end. She watched the back of his electrified jet black hair, tugging back on her arm every now and then.

"My room. You need to learn your place but I need clothes." He didn't even so much as look back at her but he smirked as he could practically feel her jaw drop and eyes widen. He felt her struggle more.

When they reached the door to his room he used his tail to press the open button and then walked inside, dragging her in and throwing her toward a chair. The door shut and locked as Vegeta walked over to his small dresser. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small blue spandex suit.

Bulma blushed and wrapped her arms around her head to cover her eyes. Vegeta paid her no mind as he dropped his towel and started to pull on his suit. He swore a couple of words he had heard his dad say as the material refused to move smoothly due to his slightly damp skin. Bulma hummed a tune to herself to block out what was happening. She didn't even feel Vegeta come up to her, until he pulled her flute out from her belt.

"Where did you get this?" he asked shaking the flute at her.

"It's mine! I almost lost it but found it on the floor next to you when gran took you to the infirmary." She gasped out snatching for the instrument.

He pulled it back out of reach and stuck his tongue out at her. "Tsk tsk stealing from the prince. Now that's a punishable crime isn't it?"

Bulma's heart skipped a beat as she tried to reach for it again. "Please, that's the only thing I have left from my mom!"

"Well now, if it's that important you should know how to use it right? If you prove to me that you can play it, I'll let you keep it." Vegeta grinned wickedly and held out the flute to her.

Bulma gulped slightly as she took the flute from him and then stepped back a little. Vegeta tapped his foot slightly as he waited for her to start. Bulma placed the flute to her lips and took in a deep breath. She rested her fingers into the holes on the outer pipes and began to slowly release her breath. Her eyes shut as the soft low triad of sound left the instrument. Moving each finger diligently and slowly back and forth between the outer and inner pipes she played a song. It was a song of her mother's that she had decided to learn first. With careful manipulation she was able to create three different sounds that blended to create music that sounded like three solo flutes were playing together.

Vegeta's foot stopped tapping as he was lulled into a dream like state. He could feel the vibrations of his own humming voice in his chest. His eyes rolled back into his head and his mouth opened slightly as his voice began to softly flow past his lips. A song had begun to form in his head, this frightened him a little. He snapped himself out of his trance.

"That's enough!" he growled as he went over to the door and opened it. "Get out."

Bulma bowed slightly to him and ran out of his room and down the hall in no time. Vegeta shut his door and flopped back onto his bed holding a hand to his head. 'Why did a song all of a sudden come to me? It doesn't make any sense…' He sat up and folded his arms. He was going to be keeping an eye on this servant from now on.

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King Vegeta tapped his finger on the arm of his chair as he waited for his son to arrive. Growing bored he shifted slightly to the left leaning again his fist with his cheek.

"Where is that brat? I hope he knows that this is important."

A few moments later Young Vegeta arrived and stood before his father.

"Yes father?" Vegeta asked in a bored manner.

"Don't take that tone with me young man." The king growled out softly. He seemed irritated and Vegeta didn't know why. "Starting today you'll be serving Lord Frieza."

Vegeta's eyes bulged and his jaw dropped. "What?!"

"Don't look at me like that boy. I have been ordered to hand you over to him to work as one of his planet purgers." He raised his hand as Vegeta started to retort back to silence him. "I don't enjoy it anymore than you do." In fact I hate the idea of this creature getting his hands on my son. "Now close your mouth and go and get your armor on. You leave for your first mission in an hour."

Vegeta sneered but turned to do as his father said. This 'Frieza' would pay for messing with his plans and personal training.


Phew another chapter out. I'm back in school right now so it may take me a little while to get the chapters out. Hopefully not too long though. Anyway please please please review.