Up and Away

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He was getting impatient while waiting for her to return. In fact, so impatient, he began tapping a pen on the desk until it created a small dent where the pen hit. He even went so far as to go out and look for the energy level to get his mind off of things, but that didn't go so well, so he made a return to base. The insert of the key and the turn of the knob activated a lecturing monster inside of him. "Where were you?"

"What?" the manager looked him up and down. "Just checking your supplies in here."

"Ugh." Vegeta pushed him aside and grabbed his coat, thinking she might have run into those goons again.

And he was right. There she was, stuck in the middle of the two men and a few of their friends. "No superman tonight?" one chuckled with heavy greed in his voice.

"Shut up." She had one bag in her hand and threw it in some random direction quickly. With a distraction now, she was quick to make a run for it. The bag landed right into her palm. "Easy." And after getting far enough she turned to her left and smiled. "You can come out you know?"

"Clever." He clapped.

"You're not stealthy at all. I could hear you correcting my moves from behind that bush." he smiled at her comment. "Say. What kinds of snacks do they have here?"

"What do you mean?" he scrunched his eyebrows. "You live here."

"Yeah. But, I've never ventured."

"How about these?" he tossed some coins to the man nearby and grabbed a bag of roasted yams. "Street Food."

"Yuck." She stuck her tongue out. "Is it…sweet?" she took one and nipped into it. "Wow!" little stars sparkled. "This is the perfect amount of sweetness. It's almost bittersweet. She devoured it down to the very last bit. Just then, a street parade lit up the entire road, along with over drowning music. "Come on." She pulled his hand to the attraction.

"Yam." He said.

"What?" she cupped her ear.

"Yam." He pointed to his lips now.

"Can't hear." She pointed to her ears, until he was forced to pull her close.

"Yam." He whispered with a husky voice that sent chills down her spine. Gently, his rough but gentle palms cleared away the bits of yellow around her mouth and then onto her lips as well. With a nudge, she tried to send him away, but that only increased his grip.

"What?" she looked at him from a down angle worried, confused, but a little excited. He didn't respond. Instead, he looked at her, studied her face carefully, and her movements as she waited for a response from him. He wanted her. He wanted to have her all to himself.

"Excuse me..." she crudely pushed him aside with her eyes averted as she left the scene in a flurry.

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Back at the hotel, he sat on the couch. Awaiting for her to say something. Instead, she kept herself busy, pretending to read a newspaper article. The flip of the pages repeated in a motion that annoyed him. "What're you doing acting so suspicious for?"

"I am not suspicious!" she turned to yell immediately. "Um. Oops, sorry. That came louder than I thought." She bit her lips with red painted like watercolor on her cheeks. "This is too new for me."

"What is?" he crossed his arms.

She fumbled a bit embarrassed. "What people say about having fluttering feelings and airy moments. Being in a situation like this. I never allow myself to, and I honestly don't know…how it happened. I've never had the time for it."

He grinned cocky. "Are you sure it wasn't just my good looks? I am the Prince of Saiyans."

"Saiyans? What's that?"

"My people." He sighed. "But they're mostly gone now."

"I see." She nodded her head with a simple comment. "I knew you weren't just any ordinary human."

"So." He yanked the topic away. "What did you buy?"

"Just an earpiece." She took it out and gave him the small box. "There were so many that I couldn't decide right away. I'm bringing it to my sister Syl. She loves jewelry, and this piece is perfect."

"I thought you left her?" He shot her hope down with this last question.

"I did." She nodded. "But I want to see her again someday. And when I do, I will give this to her." Just then, as she reached out to grab the box from his hands, she stumbled right onto something soft but secure.

"You're heavy for a woman. Well what can I expect from your standards?" he laughed, but did not release her from the hold she was in his arms.

"What?" all she could do was stare back at him now. "I am heavy I know. Let me off." But he didn't. Every moment, both looked more and more appealing to the other. He blinked once, slowly observing the parted rose petals beneath her nose. And without further, he completed all that was needed. She did not struggle, instead she embraced him too. It was sweet. The sweetest thing they both had tasted. And although sweets were not well received for the both of them, neither could deny a growing greed; wanting more. But for now a kiss would hold the eager gates.

And as they knew, ignorance was a bliss.

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Both of them had fallen asleep together on the bed, not at all hasty to make rash decisions. She awoke on her side of the separated bed to some bickering she overheard from downstairs. With stealth in her toes, she pricked the floors and peeked out of the door for a while. The manager was bickering with someone who seemed very familiar. A tenacious beauty with a sharp tongue. She wore her hair in an outgrown bob that matched her very well. All of her clothes were in style and in fact brand name. She was shouting now, demanding to see a man of some sort. She leaned on her mini-airplane as she crossed her arms, refusing to move until she saw that man.

After the intimidating scene, the observer sneakily closed the door, careful to not disturb the sleeping Prince. "What." He stated right after she tried so hard.

"Well so much for stealth." She threw her hands up. "Some lady is yelling like a mad woman out there. She wants to see some guy." She laughed a little. "I wonder if it's her boyfriend or something. Boy, I'd hate to be that sucker."

Vegeta shook his head. "Sounds like someone I'd know."

"Yeah?" she plopped down onto the bed. "I thought she looked really familiar too. She was riding in one of those fancy Capsule Corp, planes."

"Huh?" he looked sort of shocked. "How can that stupid…"

"What?" she felt alienated from him suddenly.

"No just a thought." He waved his hand as if to forget about it. "Just." He opened the door in discretion. "Just stay here."

"Okay." She sat down obediently with a simple smile. And even though she agreed to it, she couldn't just sit still. Something sounded like it was happening outside.

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"Why the hell are you all the way out here?! Do you know how long it took to find you?"

"I told you woman that I was looking for them."

"Them? The androids won't be here until three days from now. And here you are wasting your time."

"No, I definitely felt a level over here. I'm definitely not wasting anytime at all."

The topic sounded interesting, so she helped herself and slid behind an unloading truck near them.

"Well hurry up and get home now. I can't believe you just left like that. Do you have any idea how hormonal I am right now?! We had to skip out on half of our wedding because of you. I just gave bir—"

"Shut up. People will hear us." He covered her mouth. "Let's talk somewhere else."

"Why?" she smirked. "You hiding something? I wouldn't imagine that you're shacking up with some other woman are you?"

"Shut -up." He put harsh emphasis on both of the words as a final warning. "You don't need to be here. Just go home."

"Ouch." She squirmed as he pushed her into the plane. "Hey why can't I spend the night with you here? After all, I am YOUR wife!"

"So that's it…" the young and naive woman stood out of the shadows and into the light; with eyes that held away disbelievingly and ashamed. She blinked once, and then twice; hoping that maybe this was a dream. "No. It's not—"

"Oh so is this the cheap slut you've been paying for?" his wife walked over with her red heels clacking the pavement. Her hand held up, Vegeta caught it before it landed. She twisted her hand away. "Remember my name, Bulma Briefs. You should know who I am. I don't take easy for gold diggers and plastic whores like you. Although you could use the money to fix yourself up a bit. If your hair got any shorter, you'd look like a boy. Anyways, STAY AWAY FROM MY MAN."

The other woman fell to the floor with her knees buckled. "I can't believe it. I...I! was the other woman?!" she laughed to herself with a hollow sound. "Don't." she refused Vegeta's hand and got up now on her own. "Was this cold feet?" she joked. "Doesn't the groom usually get that before the wedding?"

"I—"

"Don't answer." She cut him. "I'm the stupid one. Stupid for believing that I could finally have something that I loved. Something to look forward to. This all was too good to be true anyways. I knew that from the start…and yet….I fell for it. Willingly. Hopefully. Excitedly. An idiot in dreamland." She tapped her head onto the truck's side. "It was so perfect because both of us didn't know each other at all. And that created this illusion that neither of us could step away from. I hope we never cross paths again. By the way." Her hand slid on the wall as she walked away now. "Congratulations for the wedding. Till death do you part. Please, do us all a favor and love your wife, and only your wife." Her small body vanished into thin air, and soon even her scent.

"Thanks." Bulma clapped feeling aggravated with the prince and that woman. "Get inside. We're going home."

"Hold on. Let me get some things." He ran back up into the room to get his wallet, but on the way he saw her box. The room looked empty now. With her clothes and things gone, all that she left was the box. The ear piece was taken out of its place, because instead she tossed it aside and left with what she came with.

"What's that?" Bulma looked at Vegeta's left ear as they flew away.

"A punishment." His gaze was low, but only enough so he didn't have to look at the reflection of himself against the window.

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"Princess Yiu." Goons from the bar approached her. "You've stayed in this location for longer than, most others. Are you purposely trying to blow your cover? Why?"

"What now?" She sniffed. As she turned to look at them, they re-materialized into soldiers of some sort.

"You must go back to Shen."

"Make me." She threw her stuff at them ran past them. But she was caught by a fiery blue. Her hands were now locked. "My hands don't stop my legs." She squat low and did a whirlwind kick; making them trip. Her kicks were swift but too weak.

"You give us no choice. Now!" The commanding officer ordered as they all tackled her to the ground.

"Nooo!" Air was punctured from her lungs as they held her down. "You can't take me back to that place. Never." Hot and fast, a stream fell undyingly from her eyes. She kicked and squirmed, making her sweat with tears all together. "I don't want to go back. Never. Never. Never!" They punched her in the stomach to calm her down, but it was in vain. "Vegeta!"

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"What?" he looked up with his ears perked like a dog.

"What?" Bulma moved her head back and forth as they drifted along the soft sheet of cotton. "I didn't say anything."

"Oh." He looked away beat.

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She looked up ahead, all chained and held captive in a fiery blue cage made from the concentrated Eel Stones. Touching them caused for billions of thousands shocks to penetrate your body. "I'm sorry it had to be this way Princess Yiu. This is all for the good of our land."

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