Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ

A/N: Hi All.

Sorry about the wait on the update, work has been pretty busy so I'm only just getting some free time. As always reviews are welcome, let me know how you think the story is going and suggestions.

I'm using some more traditional spelling for characters names.

Vegeta – Vegeta Oji

Bulma – Bulma

King Vegeta – Vegeta Ou


Part 3

Vegeta Oji sat with his knees raised in front of him and his sword by his side. It was early morning and the sun was escaping up over the horizon. Vegeta Oji loved the mornings. Another day alive was another one to help him reach his potential.

Bulma was bathing down in the river in front of Vegeta. In this light he could hardly make out any detail on her. She needed to be watched 24 hours after her little stunt in his tent, and not to mention the afternoon she tried to sneak past him just after they left her village. Vegeta Oji sighed; this was not where he wanted to be. This time of year always felt like he was wasting months of training to pick up these silly girls. He grabbed his sword next to him, felling the steel in his grip. After the girl had bathed he was going to practice, it had been months since he had swung his sword in battle.

"I'm finished, can you turn around so I can get out!" Bulma almost demanded.

"Not a chance, you lost the privilege of modesty when you held a knife to my throat and didn't slice it." Vegeta Oji smirked.

Bulma winced. Was he serious? Was she meant to walk around in front of him naked? Surely he was jesting.

"You cannot be serious?" Bulma squealed.

"Deadly, now get out and dry yourself. I have things to do. Besides its only fair… you have seen me don't forget!" Vegeta Oji said chuckling.

Bulma felt her body fill with rage. He was actually enjoying this, making her feel uncomfortable. He was truly an evil person. She started to walk out of the water as she walked up the bank her body was beginning to be revealed. She raised her hands to her chest, he could look all he wanted the disgusting creature, she wasn't giving up he dignity that easy.

Vegeta Oji chuckled more as she tried to cover herself. Who did she think she was? She should get use to this; from now own her body belonged to the King, his father. And more people would see her naked flesh then her whole village put together. He silently hoped his father rejected her; he would enjoy smothering that flame out that she burned bright.

Bulma was at the shore now, her arms and hands covering her most private parts. She was shivering a bit from the cool breeze as it whisked over her soft skin. She looked Vegeta Oji straight in the eye, she wasn't going to let him feel he had won. Her disobedient stare only gave him more satisfaction. Although watching her body still wet from the water, he watched hungry as droplets trickled down every crevasse of her body. She was growing nicely he had to admit, she more resembled a woman than an adolescent.

Oh yes I am going to enjoy breaking you girl.

Bulma stood watching Vegeta Oji; he remanded sitting, his hand caressing his sword. Bulma watched his hand slowly run against the brilliant metal encrusted with gems. For a second she imagined his hand running up the side of her body, she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her body at the thought. She started to drop her hands, placing them at her side. Her whole body was revealed now in the morning light, her round breasts slim waist and smooth hips. Vegeta Oji didn't expect this from her, he thought for sure she would cover herself up as best she could until she had clothing back on her body. This girl had spirit, lots of it and standing there naked before him staring him down he never wanted any other female like he wanted Bulma at this very second.


The camp fire poured light onto the groups face, the tents had been soaked from the night before, lying out to be dried. Vegeta Oji was trying to pretend the others were not present as he ate his food. Bulma was also trying not to make eye contact with anyone as the other four soldiers chatted amongst themselves, talking about the ceremony that was to take place when the Prince returned. They were more interested in the girls that weren't going to be chosen, the ones who would end up in brothels or the soldier's beds.

Vegeta Oji's keen sense triggered and he stood up looking around the camp. The other soldiers immediately stood with him, before they even knew what was going on Vegeta Oji had his sword out and he had turned around to meet what was lurking in the bushes beside the camp they had made. Turning her head Bulma saw a huge bear come out from the trees, snorting out hot breath in the cold air; it didn't look pleased, even for a 10ft wild animal. They all started to circle around it, hoping to scare if off with numbers. But it seemed they had invaded its territory and it was not backing down. The bear stood on its hind legs roaring with a huge set of lungs some of the men started to shake. A human enemy was something they knew how to fight, this thing was twice as tall as them and probably three times their weight with massive claws and a huge jaw full of teeth for ripping meat.

"Keep calm, don't let its appearance scare you. That is its aim; remember you have your sword. It's all you need!" Vegeta Oji roared.

"Sire!" They all called in unison.

Bulma had never seen Vegeta Oji give these men any kind of encouragement before, admittedly they hadn't come across any danger. But he didn't give an impression he cared for them at all. But now, something had changed. As if he was singing a battle song pledging he would get each and everyone of them out alive.
He was in a sense a true leader, a true King in training.

"Gail and Heimer, flank the bear. Decrease its manoeuvring ability and we will out power it." Vegeta Oji called out.

The two men darted to the side of the bear and set up behind the bear as the two remaining soldiers moved to close the gaps. The bear made trivial attempts to swipe at them but they were very quick. Detecting it was surrounded the bear grew more dangerous. Its eyes filled with fury and its teeth were bared. Vegeta Oji smiled. This was what he did best, this was his element. It was time to take down the enemy.

Vegeta Oji lunged forward with his sword aimed at the bear's middle section. Following his lead the four other warriors jumped in all taking aim. A huge paw came swinging at Vegeta Oji he dodged the first blow but the second came from no where, he managed to connect his sword to soften the blow but he was still pushed backwards on the defensive. This gave the other soldiers time to slice at the Bear from all angles, crying out in pain it turned around like in a crazy trance going for each solider. Vegeta Oji out of nowhere jumped up onto of the bear's shoulders and stuck his sword straight into the side of the beasts neck. Acting as a reaction the bears arm came swinging up and knocked Vegeta Oji in the side of the head, he went flying with his sword still in hand. The soldiers jumped in to finish off the bear, finally impaling their swords in the belly of the beast. Frozen In pain the bear stood still as Vegeta Oji picked himself up and walked over to the fight, his sword raised and with one strong swipe of his arm the bears head went rolling. They had just taken down a huge beast with minimal injuries. Bulma watched in awe, she had never seen anything like it.

Vegeta Oji dropped his sword and fell to the ground; his head was bleeding at a dangerous rate. Rushing to his side the soldiers picked him up and moved him over to the fire. Bulma quickly grabbed some old clothes that had been discarded beside the drying tents. She had treated wounds like this before, many men in the village had gotten injuries from hunting every now and then and the females had been taught how to care for these kinds of wounds.

"Quickly lay him down, I have dressed these kinds of wounds before." Bulma said grabbing a bucket of water.

"What should we do, grab some mead?" A soldier asked.

"Yes good thinking!" Bulma said quickly pressing down onto the wound with all the pressure she could muster.

She couldn't believe her eyes; Vegeta Oji had given up his life to give the soldiers a chance to kill the bear. If he hadn't done that it surely would have over powered them all after draining their energy. He had sacrificed himself for them all. Bulma was shocked, how could he be two completely different people in a space of a day?

Who was this prince?


Vegeta Oji slowly opened his eyes; it was nearing morning from the amount of light in the tent. The soldiers had erected it in an attempt to keep him away from the wild animals now surrounding the bear's carcass. He sat up slowly; his head was pounding so hard he could hardly think.

"No don't get up! Your head was severely damaged! Lay back down." Bulma said from his side.

He didn't even realise she was there. He only remembered the bear appearing, how was it that he was now alive and back in his tent?

"Do you remember anything?" Bulma asked moving closer to him with fresh bandages.

"Only the bear, what happened? Did anyone perish?" Vegeta asked wincing.

Each movement was torture.

"No, everyone is fine except for you…" Bulma said dropping a cloth into the bucket of water.

She started to take off his bandages. The wound was huge, but there didn't seem to be fracture on his skull. Bulma thought if there had been his head would be swollen and he wouldn't be awake and asking questions. That however was just a guess.

"You saved them; you gave yourself to save them." Bulma said quietly.

"Don't be stupid girl, I did what a commander does. He leads his men into battle. Save them? I did no such thing!" Vegeta Oji scoffed.

Bulma smiled for the first time, Vegeta Oji watched her face as she reapplied his bandages. He hadn't seen her smile yet. She looked beautiful, gorgeous. Her lips were full and supple; he hadn't seen her up this close since the village when he decided she was a prime buy for the King. What kind of life would this girl have had if he had not rode into her village? Would she of married and had children? Would she have been attending to wounds like she was doing now to him? Vegeta Oji felt his face starting to burn up as he remembered his own mother, her soft hands wrapping bandages around his bruised and battered body. His father trained him hard from the moment he could walk, and his mother fixed him up afterwards. She had died of a fever when he was just a boy; from then on Vegeta Oji felt no love from any one. Respect and trust was about the only thing that came close, but love. That was not something he had in his life.

Bulma was leaning into him; her hair was only inches from his face. She smelt of jasmine, probably from the flowers that she had been wearing in her hair that day. Vegeta Oji pushed Bulma in the stomach and away from his body.

"Get away from me child! Just leave me alone." He growled like a wounded animal.

"If I don't fix these bandages you may start bleeding again and it wont stop this time!" she growled back.

Such spirit, Vegeta Oji thought.

"Get out!" He yelled.

"Not a chance! Now let me put those bandages on!" Bulma said grabbing them and grabbing the princes arm.

Vegeta literally growled at her as her soft hands grabbed him.

"Who do you think you are telling me what to do?" He snarled.

"Tonight you are a wounded man! You are acting like it too, just let me help you then you can claim your position of tyrant tomorrow!" Bulma said furiously.

He blue eyes glowed in the candle light. She had such a fire in her belly, it made Vegeta melt. This woman was proving to be very annoying. And then the prince decided to make a choice he never thought he ever would. He gave in to the woman. He gave himself to Bulma, but only for the night.


A/N: And that is part 3 done. Hope you are all enjoying this.

Thank you to everyone for the encouragement in your reviews.