A/N: short, short chapters. I feel bad so, here's my fast updating for ya.

A lot of you guys are wondering why Vegeta would ever think Bulma was a Saiyan...this chapter should clear that bit up.

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WHAT? Bulma took a second to take the boy in again. Sure, he was short, but other than that, he did seem rather regal. The way he held his chin, his broad shoulders, everything about him practically screamed Prince. But it still shocked her. There weren't really any princes where she was from...not really. And she couldn't help but think how that title made him seem so much more...attractive. Shallow though it may be, it wasn't like every other girl didn't dream of a prince riding to her on horseback.

But a prince with a tail?

Bulma shrugged. She had seen weirder.

But what about Zarbon?

Oh yeah. She had forgotten about him. Her attraction to Zarbon had been immediate. But before she could give another thought to the blue-skinned hunk, the so-called prince was suddenly extremely close to her. Her face immediately flushed, "What are you doing?"

"It's strange..." Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "You don't really seem...Saiyan at all."

The demeaning nature of his voice couldn't help but make her feel insulted. "Hmph, and why is that!"

"You seem too...pathetic."

Her blue eyes widened at the word, and soon she found herself poking the actual Saiyan square in the chest. "Look, mister! I am not pathetic. I don't care how strong you think you are, but I bet one of my friends could easily wipe the floor with you."

"Hmph." He crossed his arms, looking at her with slight annoyance. "Just as I thought. Pathetic. Relying on your friend? I doubt he would even be able to land a punch."

Before Bulma could retort the exact opposite, Vegeta turned his head, suddenly distracted. The metal door soon opened, revealing a tall man with thinning black hair. At first glance, he seemed much more powerful than the teenage boy in front of her, but the expression on his face read differently. "About time, Nappa. Look what I found hiding in my room."

Nappa's nose immediately sniffed the air. His eyes bulged, "...Why does she smell like a Saiyan?"

"Idiot. That's what I'm trying to figure out." He pushed a button on his supposed scouter. "Her power level is a measly 2, yet the stench is all over her."

The taller man nodded in agreement. "Does Frieza know she's here?"

"Absolutely not!' Vegeta huffed, "Her power level is so low he'll think it's a mouse."

Bulma's fist tightened, "I'm not a..."

"What I don't understand is how the hell she got here."

Nappa chuckled at his prince, "Why don't you ask..."

"I did you buffoon! She has no memory! Blasted girl."

The older Saiyan grunted and looked at her, his eyes seeming to burn. "You sure about that?"

Bulma blinked, seeing that Vegeta had suddenly vanished, but then gasped as he grabbed her throat, holding her inches off the floor. She squirmed in his grip, but it was so tight. His hands felt like metal, cold and strong against her soft skin.

"Tell me who you are," he spat at her bitterly.

Whatever thought Bulma had of this guy being her one and only soon vanished. He was practically cracking her jaw, all the while holding a stupid smirk on his face.

She couldn't speak. Hell, she couldn't even breathe. Her alert eyes suddenly locked on this monster's, glaring at her with a ferocity that made her heart drop and stomach want to hurl. But Bulma wouldn't let him get the best of her. She didn't go across the world and find all 7 dragon balls just to be man handled by some creep. She let go of her saliva, splattering it across the prince's face.

"You bitch!" A shining blue light ignited in Nappa's hand, immediately causing Bulma to shrink back as Vegeta released her.

"Nappa." Vegeta wiped his face and then turned to his fellow Saiyan, "Put your damn hand down, Nappa."

Nappa stuttered, "...But...sire..."

"Get out, Nappa!" Vegeta's flash of anger was suddenly directed away from her. Bulma couldn't help but sigh in relief. "You're obviously not competent enough to deal with this. Get out of my sight."

The tall Saiyan mumbled incoherently and then excused himself from the room. Bulma's hand shot up to her throat, massaging the region where Vegeta had gripped her so tightly. "What is your problem!"

"Shut up, girl." Vegeta was closing his eyes, apparently thinking. If she hadn't seen him two seconds earlier, she might have been under the impression that this kid was not a homicidal maniac. He looked so pensive now, so composed. It was truly mind boggling.

Bulma huffed, "You could try to be nicer after attempting to strangle me! What kind of prince are you anyway?"

His eyes flashed open at that, and Bulma felt herself move back in slight fear, "You could try, girl, to gather what little respect you may possess in that pathetic, weak body of yours. I am the Prince of all Saiyans, a race that I feel foolish for ever associating you with."

Vegeta frowned, confused at the lack of fear in her eyes. "But if you must know what I'm doing, I'm trying to think of what to do with you."

Her mind pleaded for her not to ask, but she was never really any good at obeying. "...what are the options exactly?"

"Oh, there are multiple options. One is, of course, to kill you." He smirked seeing her externally flinch. "Two, I could have some fun with you and then kill you."

Bulma bit her lip, suddenly extremely self conscious of what she was wearing.

"Three, I could keep you here and figure out why you smell of Saiyan when you seem to not be one. Or I could find a way to return you back to where you came from."

"That last option sounds like the best to me..." Bulma bit her lip, seeing Vegeta's visible annoyance when she spoke.

He smirked. "Funny, I thought the exact opposite. Though maybe I will follow through and return you home."

Bulma's eyes brightened, "You would, really?" She blinked for a second at his arrogant air. "What's the catch?"

"Excuse me?"

"You know...the motive. What do you get out of all this?"

Vegeta huffed, "You're not as dumb as I originally thought." He crossed the room, letting his tail unravel and whip across the air. Bulma looked at it, a little nostalgic of the boy she knew back home. Maybe her wish had been selfish after all. The Saiyan Prince continued, "Since you're entirely too hideous to have any use to me sexually, I'll just need to use you as a spy."

She didn't know whether to feel relieved or insulted. Bulma opted for relieved. "Spy...what for?"

"There's an alien here that I would very much like to kill." Vegeta's eyes suddenly became dark, fists clenching to suppress some sort of fury. His voice was extremely rough when he spoke again, "Tell me how."

All of that went a little over her head. What is this guy talking about? From the look of Vegeta, she could obviously tell that what he was asking of her was extremely important. But how did he expect her to ever accomplish that? "Who is it?"

"Frieza."

Bulma placed her hands on her hips, "You mean the guy who owns this space station? What did he ever do to you?"

She felt the wind rush around her as Vegeta appeared in front of her again. The heat of his breathe practically burned through her. "That is none of your concern, girl. You will do what I say, or you will no longer be able to move."

"Oof, tough guy, aren't we?" She should have probably been a little more afraid of him, but there was something about the little prince that made her feel eerily comfortable. Maybe the tail really does remind me too much of Goku. Bulma held up her hands, watching Vegeta's body tense. "Alright, alright. I know when I don't have a lot of choices. I'll see what I can find out about this guy. But just one more thing?"

He seemed annoyed at the question, but didn't say anything more. Bulma took that as Vegeta's strange way of letting her speak.

She coughed, "What's a Saiyan?"


A/N:

I have so many chapters to post! (yay for winter break!) And I think tomorrow's will be a long one! If people seem to be super curious, I may post it later tonight (we'll see). But I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!