You guys really love this fic, so far I have an average of 20 reviews per chapter!!!

That's my best result yet, and I am really thankful for your singular reviews, and especially thankful to those who are reviewing each chapter as we go!!

For these reviews, I'm going to keep uploading at a steady pace, since you readers have no hesitation or trouble in raking up 20 review per chapter,

so to reward you for that, I'm going to keep going and only leave a few days between chapters so you have time to read & review, and I have time to write the next chapter!

WARNING:
I tried to keep this as PG rated as possible...
I will NOT help to corrupt young minds...that's for television to do!

Disclaimer:

Nickels and dimes,
yours and mine,
did you cash in all your dreams?

I don't own DBZ...simple to remember neh?

Here is some answers to some reviewers questions...

PaPa J:
Congratulations!
I wondered if anyone would notice I spent an hour trying to think how old Kakkarot should be.
I know there is roughly 10 years in difference in age between Goku and Bulma during dragonball...
But I wanted Kakkarot in the fic, and it would be impossible to put him in in and be able to interact with Bulma before she grew up, if i didn't alter the ages.
Also, Raditz will come into the storyline sooner or later, and his age may be slightly off, due to well...that a secret why ^_~
You will have to keep reading to know why!

Vanetia:
Inu Yasha?
What is that show about?
*Blushes* We don't get many animes where I live....so to be honest I have no idea, what is the anime about?
I know Inu is Japanese for dog...and there lies the extent of my knowledge on that particular subject...

asmodea:
Good idea!
You will see more of the King Vegeta/Bulma relationship through out the further chapters,
look out for a sweet incident between the two in the next few chapters...King Vegeta and Bulma have a special bond,
he is kind of like prince Vegeta only he is a bit more...ah...mellow.
Their bond is a father/daughter like connection...Keep your eye out for their 'moments' they are quite cute and usually comical!

ayaki:
Vegeta will make Bulma purr...keep an eye out for the moments when he does,
there is an especially cute incident where he causes Bulma to purr when she's older...
She is trying to be 'particularly nice' to Vegeta, cause she is caught out with a certain male pet...
personally...it's my favourite part of the fic I've written so far!

Night shade and to ALL THE OTHER READERS WHO ARE CURIOUS ABOUT THE TIME FORWARDING!
I think, I'm going to push time forward sooner rather than later, if so I'm going need to do at least half a dozen flashbacks people,
so that way the fic can be understood better and enjoyed!
I think there will only be several more chapters (i think 3 or so) and then ON TO 12 YEARS LATER!!

Okay so that's it, a few more chapters and then time will pass, also I have decided to add some slightly kinky (well it's kinky in my mind),
into the fic, but not too much, It should be alright for almost anyone to read still!
I'm not sure if I will need to up the rating...I don't think so...but I might need you guys to tell me if you think it should...

~ Jealously, Not just anyone is worthy enough to revel in the princes company!

Screaming, Bulma tried to shield herself, physically and emotionally from the abuse the girls were giving her.

"NO, YOU'RE WRONG...YOU'RE WRONG!" the girl refused to believe their lies, she utterly refused.

It had started out innocently enough...

The king had been kind enough, to introduce Bulma to several other girls her own age of noble background...
Although it started well, as soon as King Vegeta left...it all got out of hand...

*FLASH BACK*

"So...What's your name?" One of the girls asked, coming to sit on Bulma's pillows, the other two following suit.

"My name is Bulma" she informed her new friends, ecstatic to have girls her own age to play with, while Vegeta and Kakkarot were bother her age,

it wasn't quite the same, knowing that they wouldn't want to talk about the important things in life...such as beautification of one's self...
yet by the scars from training, Bulma had the sinking feeling neither would these girls enjoy 'such trivial things', as Vegeta liked to call it as Bulma put aside an hour each day to brush her hair, Kakkarot often helping out and on the rare occasion or two, Vegeta had been know to give her hair a brush or two...

"Really?" the second girl asked more closer to inspect her, looking over her as if thinking about something, although Bulma was starting to feel that maybe this meeting wasn't such a good idea after all...

"Your obviously not a Saiyajin...your name proving that....so ....WHAT are you?" the third girl asked narrowing her eyes threatening at Bulma, Bulma would have made an 'Eeipp' sound at this, but was too afraid that a sudden sound such as a squeal would only further to provoke the little terrors.

"Ahhh...I-I-I'm ummm..." Bulma stuttered nervously, suddenly feeling uncomfortable being in the same room as three Saiyajin, she gulped at the pointed glare sent her way, and quickly managed a honest reply, that didn't sound even half as scared as she really was...

"I'm a human..." she declared, noting as the girls exchanged knowing evil looks, something that could lead to nothing good...and didn't.

Whispering to the other two girls, the cattiest of the girls thought aloud "Humans are those creatures they capture for pets...", such a sentence suddenly became an accusation.

"So...who's pet are you?" one of the other girls, asked spite lacing her words, if they didn't look like they'd threaten her with physical pain Bulma would have refused to answer for afraid such an answer would once again only further to anger the girls for the main reason that anything seemed to anger a Saiyajin.

"Well...I'm..." Bulma didn't know wether or not to answer, although she was quite sure they weren't going to allow her not to,
and so tried to not let them imitate her she confidently replied "...Vegeta's my master...".

"Vegeta...does she mean PRINCE Vegeta?!"

"Oh my..."

"Why would Vegeta want...it" one of the girls asked her friends, pointing to her as if she was some dirty alley cat, no longer referring to Bulma as if she was a person.

"He...he asked for me!" Bulma tried to speak up in her own defence, only receiving a dirty look from the girls, who got up and away from her as if everything was different.

"I bet she's even got some disease or something..." one of the girls spat, no longer resulting in hushing their speech, if anything they spoke louder as if Bulma wasn't there, or even so she could hear them.

"No...No I don't..." she tried to convince them, but the girls didn't care...Bulma was different, that's all they needed to know.

"Yeah..." one of the girls agreed with another, simply ignoring Bulma's denial of having some disease.

"No...I don't...Vegeta even pats me...and he hasn't gotten sick..." that's when the real riot began...

The girls suddenly decided that Bulma indeed existed, and should be...spat upon.

It was disgusting

The girls claimed, that filth, should be filthy.

Two of the girls continued to spit aim fully at the girl's face and any other spot open to a direct hit, while the third girl continued to yell insults at the girl they believed to be 'unworthy to revel in their princes company'.
Usually Bulma would have found that an insult to even WANT to be in the princes company, but now she found an insult to not be allowed to be in it.
It was amazing, Bulma would usually come with some witty remark about how the girls would be welcome to swap places with her, or something else along those lines, but instead for the sake of argument she decided to pretend as if she respected the prince as much as the girls seemed too...

"VEGETA'S MY FRIEND!" she screamed, and even thought she was not even sure the boy would consider her a friend, or vica versa, she had the undeniable need to want to prove to the girls she wasn't the trash that they were implying she was.

Vegeta may have never been always kind to her, yet he had never been as vulgar to spit upon her.

"Vegeta's her frieeeeeeeend" one of the girls taunted in way only another child could, leaving Bulma near tears.

She would have long ago tried to escape the torture that was contained to the room, if it hadn't been for two things:

1) She told Vegeta she would stay in his room until he got back!

Oh...that and 2) Nappa was guarding the door...

"Friend...she nothing more than his pet." one girls sneered, the words echoing through her mind, Bulma screamed.

*END FLASHBACK*

Upon opening the door, Vegeta would usually find his pet giving him that look...you know the sarcastic 'glad YOU had a nice day, I stayed her like YOU asked, and now I'M bored stiff', but today Vegeta found...well...girls spitting on his pet...as she screamed 'No....you're wrong...you're wrong!!'.

Like any little boy, Vegeta loved to spit, and would have invited one of the girls...whoever they were...to join in a spitting contest with him...and he'd win...offcourse.
But, they were spitting on HIS pet!

"GET OUT!!!" the little brats were in his room, spitting all over his pet, who would now need to take a bath...joy, and they had yet to notice him.

"Wha?!"

"Prince Vegeta"

"Your highness..." the girls said with the proper respect, they had always been taught to treat royalty...something which they had failed to give Bulma.

Scampering out of the room, after a quick bow to the prince, the girls took off like lightening, if not faster, nearly knocking over poor Nappa in the process.
At the same time, Bulma was giving Vegeta the most pathetic look possible, Vegeta focusing as the spit slid down her face, waiting for her to speak, but when words never came, he decided to voice the words on his mind.

"So..." he trailed off implying that she tell him the rest, Bulma with tears in her eyes which to Vegeta were thought to be just more spit, whimpered once before answering the expectant prince who was waiting for her reply.

"So...girls...they spit on me...me not worthy enough for Vegeta they say" she spoken uncertainly, with very terrible grammar, too shaken up to really think straight...children can be really horrible.

"So finally someone agrees with me..." he announced with a smirk, with what was said only to lighten the mood, Vegeta not being used to such things as emotion and such, was unsure of how to approach such a situation where the girl was obviously in a lot of turmoil.

Sighing, Vegeta removed his cape, and scanned the room, making sure no spit had landed on HIS possessions (minus his pet) but seeing none, turned back to the girl before announcing.

"Come on...Let's go take a bath" wearily he made his way to the bedroom door, he gripped the handle before noticing there was no approaching footsteps to be heard.

"Coming Pet?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, finding the situation amusing, yet not entirely so.

"Uh.... Yes" Bulma grabbed a change of clothes before running behind Vegeta, quick to follow him as he made his way to the royal baths.

Nodding at Nappa, Vegeta pretended to not be enjoying how the girl followed him mindlessly like a baby duck.

Bulma was overcome with anger, sadness, confusion and other emotions that left her wondering about her self worth.
Despite Vegeta's taunting, none of which she believed, she had never let any of it get to her, but yet the girl's taunting had effected her, she didn't believe the lies, but still made her melancholy none the less.

"Ou, hitsuyo kansha shimasu" Bulma muttered, hanging her head, embarrassed to look as dirty as she did, hoping if by some change she hung her head no one would notice her, but then again...no one else on Planet Vegeta had Aqua coloured hair...

"Girl, speak Saiyajin-go!" Vegeta reprimanded her again, she was often going in and out of the language as if dipping her tongue in and out of a pool of speech, one minute speaking it the next she was back to her native tongue...something which annoyed the prince to no end.

"gomennasai" Bulma apologized in her native tongue, it was a natural instinct to say 'Im sorry' in her language, although that was exactly the problem she had just been yelled at about.

Groaning Vegeta, for once ignored it, just wanting to take a bath and so kept walking.

"I say...I uhmm...:" she had almost forgotten what she had been saying, so she studied the floor below her, it was the same marble floor as in the princes' room, the halls ways while expensive looking were bare, minus the doors to other rooms and hallways, and a few family portraits scattered here and there, each one could be mistaken for the next due to the similarity between Vegeta's, the only ones looking different were the pictures of the queens, who, while were not identical, all looked more or less the same, black hair, black eyes, and slightly tanned skinned.

Such traits of every Saiyajin woman.

Realising she had caught herself up in the pictures once again, like she always did when making trips down the halls with the king, or when taking baths with the prince...yes Bulma took baths with her master, while it may seem unorthodox, it was quite enjoyable for the two.

Realising she was consumed in her thinking again, something the prince couldn't stand, and even though sometimes she did things JUST to spite him, he had saved her, well...maybe more like her and his other possessions from being spat upon, but she owed him at least a few good translations and to not get too caught up in her thoughts.

So Bulma simply snapped out of her reverie and spoke Saiyajin-go for the non Japanese speaking prince.

"I say I need to thank king" she said with an edge, letting him know that the comment had been a sarcastic one, the kind she was famous for.

"Yeah...me too...I always wanted a spit covered room...it really adds something to the décor" he said wryly, realising that because of her new 'friends', she was going to have to sleep on his bed...again...

'Oh well...good slaves are so hard to find...' he'd have to wait for one of them to clean her bed in the morning, until then his pet would sleep on the foot of the bed, yet both of them knew better...within several hours she would somehow manage to snuggle up with the prince, and although he would want to push her away, who could deny the comforting warmth that she would bring and take with her?

Not Vegeta....that was for sure.

The last door on the left, was the room Bulma enjoyed so much.

It was a room, with nothing but a large bath, which was about the size of small bedroom, inbuilt into the middle of the concrete floor.
Running on a giant heater, the bath was kind of everlasting, it never got cold.
There was no, get out before the water gets cold...you could stay in there forever if it wasn't for the pruney skin you'd get for staying in the water for so long,

but other than that, it was the kind of thing you left reluctantly, if not you were probably dragged away.

Such a treat was kept only for royalty though, the king and prince the only ones having keys, but Bulma...she was the exception...
she got dirty and the king suggested that it would be a good idea if she bathed when Vegeta did...
The girl may not need to use a bathroom, due to an implant that the neural control buttons made possible so the girl never needed to use a bathroom.
But she still got dirty, and therefore she got smelly...no helping that fact, although Bulma was trying to invent something...

So opening the door that had a beautiful water maiden carved on it, who if anything looked more like Bulma than it ever would a Saiyajin woman, the children stepped into the thick blanket of mist that covered the room, one could hardly see the bench beside the pool like bath for one to put their clothes and towel.

"Mmmm..." was the not so silent sound of enjoyment that Bulma made, as she made her way to the stone bench where she placed a spare change of clothes and began to strip all her clothes, prepared to burn them if need be to rid her off the reminder of the days previous incidents.

Vegeta watched as the girl began to strip all her clothes and then slip into the water silently, her beautiful shoulder length tresses floating on top of the water as she began to clean her arms, staring at them intently as if she was trying to will the dirty feeling, her skin had acquired, away...

At the same time Vegeta began to remove his spandex outfit, and join the little girl who had yet to notice the boy as he made his way over to the girl, who was only just able to kept her head above water while standing.

"Does that feel better?" Vegeta asked noticing how she seemed to want to peel her skin off in protest, but instead tried to soak and scrub it off.

"Hai" she answered not feeling like translating right now, she had more important things to do then converse....like finding out how many layer of skin the girls may of contaminated...

'And they said I might have diseases! What about them?! The dirty, dirty little monkeys...' was the way Bulma thought about the situation.

"Ack!" she declared sticking her tongue out in protest as, Vegeta did what he always did; find a spot, pretend to be bored and then watch the girl with amusement.
Such a thing was almost routine for him as Vegeta pretended to be bathing, which he really should have been doing, but like always that little slave had caught his interest.

She suddenly announced "Girl germs..." as if knowing that Vegeta was watching confused with her actions, Vegeta just laughed at such an outburst.

"You do know you're a girl too..." he asked as if she may have not realised such a fact, but she simply nodded once and answered "Hai", and went back to cleaning her hair, which only served to make Vegeta laugh harder.

And that's how the remainder of the bathing time was spent, Bulma focused with 'riding the filth' as Vegeta dubbed it, while he watched intently, every so often finding amusement in her serious answers about the little girls and their 'violation upon herself'.

"Me wash Vegeta's hair? she asked when bathing time was almost coming to an end, but she had yet to notice Vegeta washing his hair out of the corner of her eyes, which was how she was secretly watching him.

Taken back slightly with her question, Vegeta was about to say 'no', but then decided that if she wanted to pamper him...then why should he deny her such a pleasure....
Well that was his cocky take on the situation, while Bulma just thought he may be mentally inept to wash his hair, and that she should offer him help if he couldn't do it...

"Okay..." he agreed finally after a moments deliberation, watching as the girl swum over to him, pausing for a minutes before reaching her little milky white coloured hands up to his hair and proceeded to wash it.

Her chains swing around with her wrist movement, threatening to hit Vegeta in the face if she wasn't careful.

Cupping little amounts of water in her hands, Bulma with great precision washed the Prince's hair, thoroughly enjoying how he sat still and non abusive for at least 5 minutes.

So, in a spur of the moment decision, Bulma started to hum quietly, as she ran her fingers through the boys thick rough, jet black flame like tuft that he called hair.

"hmmm...ahhmmm....ehhhaaa...." was the sweet sound that was more fun than it was a musical masterpiece, yet Vegeta strangely did not tell her to shut up, so she assumed that he enjoyed it and so kept it up as she went through every inch of his hair combing it with her nails, giving what was like a massage to the head for the boy.

Far be it from Vegeta to give the girl a compliment, not unless absolute necessary, or he was one his death bed, or his father commanded...the latter probably the only incident that would actually pry a compliment out of him, so instead he watched as she continued to scrub his hair, ignoring the misplaced kick that had occurred while she tread water...

"Done." she said suddenly, after a good five minutes longer than she had planned, mainly for the reason that she couldn't remember how to say that she had finished in Saiyajin-go...

"Hmph" Vegeta pouted, he, though would never admit it, quite liked the feeling of her small hands on his skin, as they washed the hair at the front of his head, often massaging the skin by accident, but Vegeta did kinda, well...like it.

Smiling sweetly, Bulma made her way to the edge of the bath and pulled herself out, not caring, being just a child of four after all, if Vegeta saw her nude, such a thing as embarrassment around the male population would not plague for at least another ten years thankfully.

Vegeta just sighed in disappointment, this bathing session had not been half bad, and so waited for a moment longer before joining the girl to get changed, while he changed into just a pair of black boxers, he wore a blood red robe over it, 'a prince should not be over-exposed to his people', was his fathers worlds of wisdom, even though the phrase had more than one meaning.

Bulma, who was just a slave, only slept in the same clothes day in day out, minus royal occasions when she wore a different outfit, or when she went into town, both had actually yet to occur, but she had an outfit for each anyway.
Unfortunately, it was quite difficult to get clothes on because of her shackles, everything had been stepping into and then tied into place...

Ah the joys of enslavement constraints...

"Vegeta..." she asked as she tied the last of the straps that held her top on.

"Hhhmmm?" Vegeta replied unfocused, as he used the towel, that had been stored in the room along with his robe and change of clothes, to dry his skilfully and very thoroughly washed hair.

"I'm a bad girl for being you're pet?" she asked more than said, Vegeta being used to her bad speech, simply looked at her shocked, knowing what she said but not believing it.

"No, offcourse not...it is an honour" he said proudly, smirking in thought, realising just how much the girls had poisoned her mind, maybe he could take advantage of that!

"Oh..." she sighed in relief, now fiddling with her top's material while she waited for Vegeta to finish up.

"Yeah...BUT...you ARE a bad girl if you don't do everything I say..." he said turning away from her, pretending to be busy drying himself, knowing that his trick, well...not really trick, because he believed it was true, would be tipped off if she saw his evil grin....

"OH" she squeaked in surprise, thinking hard she stared off trying to think about what to make of what he had said.

Vegeta decided it was best if he said no more, wouldn't want to stuff it up now by saying something stupid...now would he?

So, instead they left the bathing room, pulling the door close with a 'click' as the door locked, the key safely in robe pocket and the children carrying their dirty laundry under arm, or pinched fingertips in Bulma's case...

Bulma still wasn't entirely convinced the girls weren't diseased....and until she was sure, she was going to hold her dirty outfit away from her as if it carried the plague.
And the might as well had the plague, Bulma was given the strangest looks as she made her way back to Vegeta's room, her clothes getting an even stranger looks, those who saw the slightly damp clothing trying to figure out what happed, to it and why the child was holding her nose as if trying to stop herself from breathing in a horrible scent, which no one else could seem to smell, and in fact was Bulma attempt to stop from breathing in the germs...

So when Vegeta gave her another strange look, obviously wanting to know why he was being stared at.
Bulma just gave him an knowing look before saying once again "girl germs" in a normal voice, if anything on the hushed side to avoid what she thought would cause panic.

Vegeta just shook his head, he like Bulma believed in girl/boy germs...except with each other, it was more pet and master how they saw each other.
"Burn them" was his honest answer for the question she seemed to be thinking over in her head, he could see it in her eyes.

"Hai" she agreed, just her scrutinising glare, upon her articles of clothing, could burn holes through them.

And so, busy with destroying her clothes by deadly glare, Vegeta opened his bedroom door for Bulma, Nappa also giving her clothes an raised eyebrow as she walked by.

"Girl germs" Vegeta supplied for the girl, trying to suppress a laugh as Nappa only gave the boy an even stranger look, than before, in return.

"Brats" Nappa muttered in disbelief, using a word that sounded like an insult, but was more of a term used fondly when he referred to the children, even if with other children he'd say brats and mean it, but by calling Vegeta and Bulma it, he kept up the facade of the tough guard.

"Put them down, and we'll go to bed..." Vegeta demanded as Bulma dropped the soiled garments to the ground and made her way over to his bed, jumping up and immediately made her way over to the head of the bed, not knowing, or was it just not caring, that Vegeta did not want her sleeping beside him.

"Girl" he growled warningly, but he knew either way he'd be upset, one way she'd wouldn't be respecting him, the other way he'd be lacking her body warmth that he wanted to share.

"AWWWWWE....Veeeegeeeeta..." she whined playfully.

"Fine" Vegeta puffed, standing beside the bed, looking quite dignified even for a little boy, who's bed was nearly taller than him, only his flame shaped hair poked up above the side of the bed.

Bulma giggled, only seeing the top spike of his black hair from her position on the bed, watching as Vegeta got annoyed and finally just levitated vertically, his scowl was quickly seen as he rose higher, soon rising high enough so he could step onto the bed and take his prime position in the middle of the king size bed.

"Goodnight" Vegeta said, snuggling into the blankets, pulling silk sheets up to his shoulders, turning away from Bulma as he did.

"Oyasumi." she told Vegeta tiredly, yawning as she slipped into the darkness of sleep, her blessing of a good night to Vegeta only caused a smirk from the boy before he joined her in sleep.

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