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(Bra's POV)

My father left with my grandmother for quite a long time, and I found myself intrigued by the Saiyan that had come with her. He was much taller than my father, maybe Goku's height. His hair was short for Saiyan hair, and he wore Saiyan armor except that his spandex underneath wasn't royal blue but instead a dark grey. I watched him stare at the sky with curiosity, sniffing the air as if testing it.

My curiosity got the best of me, after all this was the first Saiyan apart from my Trunks, and Dad, and the Son family that I could ever encounter, maybe talking to him would be a nice experiment, plus I was rather intrigued by the ship they arrived in, a bit antiquated if you asked me.

I walked over silently, although I saw him stiffen, as I got closer.

"Barillious correct?" I asked him and he stopped staring at the sky and turned to me.

"Yes my lady" he recited slightly bowing his head.

"Please call me Bra, everyone else does, and… you don't have to bow, we aren't royalty here."

"Of course, Bra" he said with a thick accent, "But you would be royalty on Planet Vegeta therefore you count as royalty to me."

"What are you?" I blurted out, realizing when he looked confused that he wasn't quiet sure what I was asking. "I mean- what are you to my grandmother? She seemed to trust you, and as far as I can tell my father doesn't know you… so what are you to my grandmother, her bodyguard?"

"I'll admit that I'm not quite sure what a body-guard is. However, I can answer your question and then you can tell me if I am a bodyguard or not. My father was a very important and famous scientist on Planet Vegeta before it exploded, when he left the planet to escape its demise. I was born exactly 15 years after Planet Vegeta. I was only a cub when my mother died and your grandmother took me under her wing… she is like a mother to me. At the moment I am her right hand, since she is the worthy ruler of the remaining Saiyan people, I guard her, protect her, and I do her bidding, as well as confine in her in… politics."

"So more than a bodyguard." I replied and stared at him, he was attractive, very attractive, and just from the way that he spoke I could tell he was smart too. "Do you know what Planet Vegeta was like? My father never really talked about it much, just said it was "red.""

"I heard that the ground is red, dark like clay, but it was fertile and could grow crops to feed the animals. The sky turned light yellow during the day, and as the sun was going down switched from yellow, orange, and to a dark red, until it was fully black. The temperature was hot, smoldering at times, which is why most Saiyan's have a darker pigmentation on their skin."

"I have another question if you don't mind."

"Of course, I am at your service." The way he had said the last part made my belly turn. How did he not notice how attractive he was?

"You said the planet you live on is called AT-40, is that in the Milky Way galaxy?"

"Yes Madame."

"Your ship uses heat engines correct?" Before he could answer I continued "That is why it took almost three weeks for you to reach this universe. If you had motors that could travel to the speed of light it would take you approximately three days."

"But one cannot travel at the speed of light, it is only a theory."

"Traveling at the speed of light is simply propulsion technology."

"In simple terms yes."

"Now a motor that could tap into the energies emitted by the stars and used that energy to propel themselves in a specific location, that would mean never having to fuel the ship."

"No such ship exists."

"Yet." I said smiling, "not yet." My mind was already running to specs and ideas and calculations and I didn't notice that my father was speaking to my mind.

'Careful around him bra, I don't trust him yet.'

'I know father, I know that, I am only conversing.'

'hmph'

I had noticed how my father used that tone he used whenever I had a boyfriend visit was it possible that he was jealous of me possibly having an interest in Barillious? I shook my head, no; I'm getting way too far ahead of myself.

"May I ask a question Princess?" he asked this time, I turned my head to him catching his eyes, he was definitely as tall as Goku.

"Of course, go ahead."

"Is your hair coloring common in this world. I have never seen such a tone."

"Oh this," I said grabbing my hair absent mindedly, "it is very uncommon but this world seems to have more variety than Saiyans, as far as I know Saiyans only have dark eyes and hair."

"You are correct. Full blooded Saiyans only have dark eyes and hair."

"Why is that exactly? Evolutionary speaking, humans evolved different hair, and skin color depending on where they lived on earth, why didn't Saiyan's evolve in a similar way?"

"I am not quite sure, although that would be an interesting project to research. I might have to do some studying to answer that question." He responded with a frown, "I'm sorry if I have disappointed you."

"Oh no, don't worry about it, sometimes I just think too much." I waved off smiling at him cute frown. Cute? Yeah, cute.

"I believe it's in every living creatures nature to ask and to think."

"I agree, ask lots of questions, think a lot about the universe, and be extremely curious."

"Curiosity does get genius's to invent rather odd devices."

"I'll let you know that I'm considered a genius on this planet," I said giving him a toothy grin.

"You have your mothers beauty and genius."

Was he calling me beautiful?

"Thanks." I said lightly looking away so he wouldn't see my cheeks redden.

"I'm sorry… that was a bit. I should know my place." He said looking away. "Please forgive me princess."

Princess? Only daddy called me that and he would only say it when we were alone.

'Bra, please come inside, we need to talk with the others, and bring… Barillious.'

'Yes daddy.'

I looked up at Barillious and he waited for me to say something. I smiled at him before leaning in and kissing his cheek.

"Don't worry about it, I take it as a compliment." I told him. "But my father wants us to go back inside." And with that I turned around and giggled a bit when I realized his cheeks had reddened.

I continued my path and felt him following me in. Once we were inside I noticed everyone was already there, my mother and father sitting by one another on the sofa, my grandmother on a single chair in front of them and my brother sitting on the arm of the sofa, his girlfriend on his lap. My father's gaze traveled from my face to Barillious and he scowled before turning away. I took the seat next to my grandmother and waited for my father or someone to speak.

"I have spoken to my mother and she has explained everything." He said, "but before anything is decided mother, you must understand that I need to talk to my family."

"Of course!" She stood up quickly and passed her hand over my fathers cheek, "please don't leave me waiting too long Vegeta, I'm… not as patient as I used to be when you were a boy." She turned to my mother, "and I am honored to meet the woman that captivated my son," leaning in to hug her, I giggled at how awkward my grandmother was making a hug. "And Very nice to meet you too Trunks," she said to my brother patting him gently on the shoulder, "and I'm sorry I don't think I caught your name?"

"It's Lara, very nice to meet you." Trunks Girlfriend replied with a smile.

"Oh, you earthlings do have very interesting names. Are you Trunks wife?" she asked genuinely interested.

"Oh no. Grandma…" Trunks intercepted, "she's just my girlfriend."

"Ah, you are only courting?"

"Something like that," Lara answered.

"Well it seems like Saiyans and Humans have different courting rituals."

"It's accepted here mother, it's normal." My father commented and my grandmother simply nodded and turned to me. I couldn't help but wander what my father meant, and what were courting rituals like for the Saiyans? My father and mother didn't really start off with a normal relationship nor with any type of courting ritual.

"And you my dear Bulla," she said grabbing my chin slightly and leaning in to kiss my cheek. "What a beautiful princess you are. You really must come to the ship, no matter what your family decides, I have a beautiful gown for you, it would look gorgeous with your hair."

"I would be delighted." I told her and she smiled. She leaned in and hugged me before stepping back and walking toward Barillious. "Say goodbye, Barillious, don't be rude."

"I'm sorry, my Queen." He turned to look at everyone, "It was an honor," he said bowing slightly before turning around again, I kept me eyes on him until they left.

My father waited a couple of minutes I suspected it was in order to make sure they were farther away until he started to talk.

"My mother explained what happened, and I will only repeat this once so pay attention.

There was an alliance called Hefta during the time that I was given up to Frieza, a group of Saiyans getting ready to rebel against Frieza's regime. The leader of the alliance was Bardo, Barillious father. My mother being a close friend of Bardo, joined the alliance but kept it secret from my father.

The alliance gathered information, made allies, started civil wars in other planets to minimize Frieza's attacks. But nothing proved to be enough. Frieza found out about their revelry and decided to annihilate all his problems by simply destroying the planet. The alliance received information that the planet would be destroyed and prepared for leaving the planet. They gathered as many Saiyan's as they could, but when my mother tried to convince my father he wouldn't leave the planet.

The planet was destroyed, and the Saiyans that managed to leave with the alliance found another planet. On a calmer sector of the galaxy where Frieza's reign couldn't reach them. They planned on getting revenge, but they had very few Saiyan's, and the majority of the alliance consisted Saiyans not fit for battle. My mother took her reign, and they made alliances to protect nearby planets in return for food and other goods.

After having a small army, they reached out to other universes, gathering information of Frieza, only to discover that Frieza had been killed, they imaged that I had been killed as well and returned to their new home to continue their new life. It wasn't when they accidentally came across my brother Tarble returning to his home planet that my mother found out I was alive. He gave them the coordinates to earth and they took the next ship here.

So now," he said pausing for a couple of seconds to look at the window. "My mother has come to ask me to take the throne."

"What does that mean Vegeta?" my mother asked now grabbing his arm and trying to get him to look at her.

"This means I'm going with them."

My mother suddenly started crying causing the aura in the room to change completely. My father turned to look at her and frowned.

"You won't do this to me again Vegeta!" she swore punching him on the chest and hurting her hand. "I won't stand for it again! All those years ago when you left, you're just going to leave me again!" She pushed her hand on his chest again.

"Bulma calm down," my father panicked grabbing her shoulders.

"No I won't calm down! I can't!"

"Will you just shut up for a second and let me finish?"

She was quiet waiting for him to continue.

"You're coming with me."

"I am?" she asked through tears.

"Of course woman, you're my wife, I wouldn't leave you behind."

"It's just… when Trunks was born."

"I know, but things change. I don't need to train in space, I'm going to another planet to reclaim my right as King, which means I have to take my Queen with me." My mother smiled.

"I am technically a Queen now aren't I?" my mother thought.

"Not technically, you are one." My fathered protested before raising his gloved hand to my mothers face, "look at these stupid tears woman, I've told you I don't like seeing them on your face, and it annoys me every time you shed them."

"Oh Trunks your father can be so sweet." Lara whispered but it was loud enough for me to hear as well as my father who seemed to only now realize he had shown an intimate moment with my mother in front of us.

My father's cheeks turned red and my mother laughed before kissing his cheek. "Bulma this is not the moment for that." He told her but kept her hand in his. "We will travel with these Saiyans to the new world. I will be crowned new King of the Saiyans and your mother Queen, you will be Prince Trunks, and you'll be Princess Bra."

"What about our life on earth? What about Capsule Corp mom?" I asked and my mother scrunched her eyebrows.

"Have you thought about that Vegeta?" she asked my father.

"Well we don't know how long we'll be gone so you'll have to leave someone in charge. I think it's time that Capsule Corp branched out and starts working with scientists of other planets. Saiyan scientists to be specific." My mother smiled.

"That would be amazing! I can only imagine how different our technology is from theirs, and joining, how many ideas could we combined." The idea was already exciting me.

"And we need to figure out a way to travel faster between these two worlds, without using Kakarot's instant transmission.

"I think I have an idea already daddy." I told him and he nodded. A teleporter, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about it in fact. It was exciting, challenging, and almost out of a comic book but imagine the possibilities? And then again weren't capsules out of a comic book too?

"Dad…" Trunks finally spoke up.

"Yes she can come too." My father responded, reading my brothers mind and accepting that Lara could come with us on our trip.

"So I guess there is only one question left…when are we leaving?" my mother asked.

"As soon as possible." My father told her.


(Trunks POV)

"What do you think about this whole thing?" I asked her as she cached her breath next to me. I turned to her, watching as her naked chest moved up and down.

"I think it's exciting."

"I guess in a way." I told her turning to watch the dark ceiling, as did she.

"Your family didn't think it was possible that there could be more Saiyan's out there."

"And now it's like "surprise!"" I said as I turned back to the ceiling. I was silent, thinking about something I had kept in my pocket all day.

"Trunks? What's wrong?" she asked after a couple of moments of silence. "And don't say nothing because I know something is up. You were really weird after we left your parents."

Silence. I had nothing to say. Once again I had chickened out of a proposal. I planned everything. Thinking that if the ship had carried dangerous aliens I'd rush to her, before a battle, and ask for her hand. It would have been perfectly romantic. But that didn't happen, and even though I had the ring in my pant pocket I couldn't get myself to bring it up, I was scared, and I couldn't figure out why.

"I'm just thinking- don't worry about me." I told her.

"About what?"

"Nothing- nothing, don't worry."

"Bull shit! What's wrong?"

"I said nothing!" I screamed out, sitting up and letting my feet fall on the cold hardwood floor. "I'm going to shower." I told her as I stood up and walked away.

After a hot shower I stood staring at the mirror. Did I not love her? Could that possibly be the reason I doubted so much? Or what? What could it possibly be? Running my fingers through my hair I sighed, I felt like I loved her. I hadn't thought of being with another woman in a very long time. I was already committed to her… then why did a ring scare me so much?

I had been with so many women before Lara. So many I couldn't even count them. I had lost my virginity at the age of 14, to Samantha, the daughter of the gardener at our house. Sometimes Samantha would have to wait for her father to finish and my grandmother would serve her lemonade and pie. And during these times I would flirt with her.

The girl was very attractive, and had dark curly waves and light hazel eyes. And the girl was as inexperience as I was at the time, so we experimented. We lost our virginity in the second floor guest bathroom, where she laid down on a towel and I carefully entered her. I still remembered how I had hurt her. It hadn't been my intension of course but a cause of not being able to properly controlling my Saiyan strength.

She left that day, barely being able to walk, making her father, my mother, and grandmother worry. Even though she promised them and me that she was okay, I knew that she wasn't but I couldn't get myself nor could she of telling them why she couldn't walk properly.

That same day my father had called me to the Gravity Room and told me we would start training my mind. "We will train your mind in the next couple of weeks, so that you become aware of how to control your own strength. This way preventing any accidental harm to weaklings." I remembered the look in his eyes, and even though he didn't say it, I knew that he knew why Samantha hadn't been walking correctly.

And after he had trained me I tried it again with Samantha. We did so until she moved away. And soon after that I started dating and meeting girls in my high school. I had three more experiences with different girls before I went to college.

In College I had been in my prime, moving from girl to girl. Some were models other actresses but usually just girls interested in sleeping with Trunks Briefs. I hadn't minded.

During this time I received a "talk" from my father, which consisted of him stopping me from entering my apartment and saying. "Boy, your mother is concerned about the way you are behaving recently, and the scandalous videos and images that are now available online. And when your mother is concerned, she shuts down the gravity room, and won't give me sex. Now, this means you're preventing my pleasure. Preventing me from first, getting stronger and finally defeating Kakarot, and second getting laid. So, I'm here to let you know that if you don't start acting like a man, I'll make sure you aren't a man anymore? You got that boy?" I had nodded and then he turned to leave but stopped and said, "You can fuck whomever you want to fuck but remember you are a Saiyan Prince. And a true Saiyan Prince does not disgrace himself by having photographs and videos all over the media."

After that "talk," I had been more careful with the woman I dated, and stopped being careless with videos and photographs but I didn't stop sleeping around.

Eventually, I had found Lara and I had fallen completely obsessed with her. She was the complete opposite of every woman I had ever dated. I'm pretty sure she hated me for a while since I was so persistent on getting a date. Finally, I convinced her to go out on a date with me, and on the very first day she had almost left me when I had commented on her large breasts but I had convinced her to stay and it seemed that I kept convincing her to stay.

My mother and Bra loved her, my father, well he had never said he didn't like her and he had told me we could take her to AT-40, which meant he probably did like her. After all the women, and all the stupid stuff I had done I had found a woman willing to look past that and love me. So why couldn't I propose!

Looking at my face again I turned around and looked for my clothes. I wanted to go back to my apartment and paint. Searching on the floor I felt movement on the bed and realized Lara was watching me.

"You're leaving?"

"Yes, I need to be alone for a while to think." She nodded and continued watching me as I dressed.

"Please promise me that you will soon tell me what's wrong."

"When I have the courage I will tell you." I explained leaving the room, and then the apartment.

I found myself hours later, sitting in front of a blank canvas, and I trying to forget thoughts of Lara. I thought of my grandmother, of our trip to AT-40. So I raised my brush staring intently at it before finally touching the canvas with one swift move.


(Bulma's POV)

I waited patiently for Vegeta to come to bed. He had left shortly after we had our little family talk and hadn't been back since, I had even called Chi-Chi and asked her if Goku had come back and she had confirmed that he had arrived.

The door finally opened, and through the darkened room I saw his pointy hair. He walked silently to his closet, and then walking out again he went into the bathroom, in which he stayed for almost thirty minutes before coming out stark naked, and walking back to his closet. He walked out again headed toward the bed with short boxers, sitting on the edge of the bed he got in and placed the covers over him.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I wanted to wait for you." I told him, snuggling up to his warm chest, and allowing my head to lie on his peck. My hand caressed his stomach while his wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer.

"You're mother is beautiful." I told him as I raised my head to look at him, his eyes were closed and I smiled at how completely peaceful he seemed when he was this way. I leaned in kissing his lips chastely. "Why hadn't you ever talked about her before?" I asked him and he opened his eyes, looking away from mine he didn't respond right away.

"There was nothing to say about her."

"She is your mother, I would have been interested in anything about her."

"She gave birth to me there's nothing more to say."

"You can't possibly think I believe that."

"What are you talking about, woman?" he asked looking me the eyes.

"I saw it, that look in your eyes. You care about her."

He let out air and looked into the darkness again.

"She seemed nice." I told him once again lying on his chest. "And she called me beautiful."

"Feeds your ego, doesn't it?"

"Oh – shut up!" I joked slapping him softly on his stomach. "She was lovely. And nice, never thought I'd think that about a Saiyan other than Goku." I slowly moved my hand, feeling his abs and got lost in thought. I can't believe everything. How they survived. How everything is about to change. "Isn't this everything you've ever wanted." I asked him but he responded with silence. "Isn't it?" I asked but he was still silent. "You know, for once I would like you to respond."

"I have nothing to say."

I sighed. "Alright, I guess…" giving up on getting him to talk.

"So you're finally going to shut up?" I looked up at him and glared, he laughed, making his stomach bounce and me with him.

"You are such a jerk."

Laughing again he pulled me down planting his lips on mine. Opening my mouth to him I felt his warm tongue enter and gently massage my own. His hand grabbed on to my waist roughly as he pulled me forward. And when we stopped kissing my heart was pumping so fast I had to catch my breath.

"Did you really think I'd leave without you?" he asked me in a more serious tone, and I frowned.

"Maybe."

"Don't think so badly of me. You think I'd ignore that ceremony you made me go through." Lifting his hand he showed his ringed finger.

"I just, the first thing I thought of was how it used to be," I explained. "When this was just pleasure."

He grunted as an understanding and I lay back down on his chest.

"Go to bed woman you're tired."

I didn't resist and instead got as comfortable as possible at his side and closed my eyes. I had a long couple of days, getting Capsule Corp ready for it's owner and VP's long absence. I wonder how AT-40 is.


Also, I'm not sure if I should make this story action as well. I have a very hard time writing action but I'll try it out if I think the story needs to move in that direction.

Please leave your opinions! :)