I've started this one a bit earlier than I expected myself to, but I got so many reviews that I decided to continue writing so I don't lose my muse! A big problem with me is that I always think of stuff that won't happen for like 10 more chapters! But I've been trying to work on my detail, so I hope this is good! R&R if you want this to continue!

0o0o0o Bulma o0o0o0

She sighed and fell onto her bed when she returned to her room. What an interesting night. First Broly, then Vegeta, then Chi-Chi disappeared on her. So many things that she didn't expect to happen decided to jump out at her. Bulma let out another heavy sigh, shoving her face into her pathetic excuse for a pillow.

She felt like her feet were going to fall off as soon as she pushed the heels off her feet.

Bulma turned her body around so she was laying flat on her back, some of her light blue hair falling into her face as she stared up at the stone ceiling. She began to think back to the song she'd been singing under her breath at the Banquet. Her pale face suddenly turned into a bright scarlet color.

The Prince had heard her singing.

Bulma felt like her body was on fire, she didn't like other people listening to her sing, it was embarrassing. Chi-Chi and Adalind had always told her that she had a lovely voice, but she didn't really believe them.

Her mind went back to Prince Vegeta, she remembered the dance quite vividly. She had felt like she was walking on air, like nothing else mattered, like it was just the two of them, being there made her feel like a Princess.

Well, she was kind of an heiress back home… But on Vegeta-sei that didn't matter. Here she was a slave, nothing more, her only purpose was to serve…

But why did she feel like she was more than that though? She wasn't allowed to feel that way, that wasn't her life anymore.

She was still Bulma Briefs, that would never change. She remembered their promise, bringing up her hand to stare at her pinky, her mind flashing back to the day she and Chi-Chi were brought to this god forsaken planet.

"Hey, Chi-Chi?" Bulma said, turning to the girl as she tightened the cloth around her small body. "Yes?" The other girl asked with a sigh. "We're going home someday, right?" Bulma asked hesitantly, looking at the floor. "Well, we'll try our hardest that's for sure! Let's pinky-swear on it, we will try our best to get out of here." Chi-Chi said confidently, sticking her pinky out to the other girl. "Okay!" Bulma said as they intertwined their pinky's, simultaneously saying their little chant. "With my pinky, I do swear, it's stronger than a promise and deeper than a dare." They both said with a smile.

A weak smile appeared on Bulma's face as she thought of the memory. Young and naive, that's the only way to describe them as children. But she still hasn't given up hope that one day, they'll find a way out.

Bulma continued to stare at the ceiling, deep in thought. There was a sudden light tapping noise on the door. "Come in!" Bulma called out.

Adalind quickly entered the room, closing the wooden door behind her. "Is it true?" Adalind asked, clearly concerned. Bulma's face contorted into a look of confusion.

"What do you mean, what's true?" She asked, sitting up and swinging her legs across the side of her bed.

Adalind sighed, putting the palm of her hand onto her forehead. "That you danced with Vegeta, right in front of his future mate and parents?" Adalind asked, looking around the seemed almost like she was searching for anyone that could be evesdropping. Bulma folded her slender legs under her, putting her hands on her lap as she shrugged. "Yes, so?' Bulma asked, confusion in her eyes as she tilted her head slightly, curiously wondering why it was a huge deal to Adalind.

Adalind walked over to her and sat next to her on the bed. She began to massage her temples. "Bulma, I think you should know something about the Saiyan race that I've kind of held back on telling you..." She said hesitantly, she clearly hadn't planned on telling Bulma any time soon, which made Bulma very concerned.

"Saiyan's have an... Interesting way of becoming 'mates'." Adalind began, her voice was slow as if she was talking to a child and not a 21 year old woman. Bulma's eyebrow quirked at her.

"They have a strange connection with a certain person, a 'spark' of sorts, while on Earth people need to create their own connection, Saiyan's don't do that type of thing. Saiyan's are born with a chosen mate, a part of their blood is in that person... Part of their energy is in them, even if they don't know it. I've heard of Saiyan warriors running off with slaves that they mated with..." Adalind said as she looked away and stared at the floor. Her eyes became cloudy.

"Bulma... Chi-Chi and Kakarot..."

"They're mates, they have been for a long time. I know... I think we all do..." Bulma told the older woman, she looked over to the cracked vanity mirror and seen two ghost-like figures. It was her and Chi-Chi, around 14 years old. They where laughing, but it was soundless so she could only see their mouth movements. Chi-Chi said something to her and Bulma had blushed, then the door swung open and a teenage Kakarot stood there, grinning at them. Chi-Chi ran up and hugged him, they exchanged a few quiet words and he left, Chi-Chi ran over to Bulma and said something that Bulma had never forgotten.

"He said he loved me!" Chi-Chi had said, grabbing Bulma's hands and smiling. Bulma smiled back, then the two figures faded away into air. Adalind's voice hit her ears, she had been tuning her out.

'... That's why you should stay away from him!" Adalind said in a loud voice that startled Bulma.

"Erm... Could you repeat that?" She asked the lady nervously. Adalind let out a loud and annoyed sigh, closing her eyes and taking in a few deep breaths.

"Bulma, just looking into his eyes could make something happen. Chi-Chi and Kakarot are one thing, but you and Prince Vegeta? It would be grounds for your execution, if anyone found out anything like that ever happened... Bulma, I care about you and I don't want anything to happen to you, so being close to the Prince is too risky for you, that's why you should stay away from him!" Adalind said, turning to look Bulma in the eyes.

Bulma had become quite beautiful. Her turquoise hair was bright and when straightened hit a few inches below her shoulders, her pale white skin that reflects beautifully off of her cyan blue eyes. She had pretty curves and a body any model would be jealous of, but they weren't shown because of the 'slave clothes' she'd worn most of her life. She was full of grace and was smarter than any scientist on Vegeta-sei, which Adalind found quite strange, but she'd just left it alone.

'I'll try my best, okay?" Bulma said after a moment of silence. Adalind only nodded at her response. The older woman stood up and walked across the room, placing her hand onto the doorknob. But Bulma stopped her before she could, looking at the floor and fidgetting with her hands as she spoke.

"Adalind... Do you know what I want for my birthday, more than anything in the world?" Bulma asked, keeping her eyes glued to the floor. Adalind knew what she wanted, she knew that she wanted, what every slave wanted. "I... Adalind I want to go home... I want to see my parent's and live normally like everyone else! I'd give anything to be able to do that." Bulma said, her voice had quieted to the point that Adalind could barely hear her.

Adalind stayed silent at Bulma's words, she'd been on Vegeta-sei most of her life and knew what it felt like to be homesick. But when she hit 35 she finally gave up on that dream, but maybe Bulma still had a chance.

"Maybe you can one day, when you get the chance. All you can do is hope, keep an eye out for any way to get out." Adalind told her, trying to keep her spirits up.

"Yeah... Okay, thanks, I really needed that." Bulma said with a small smile as she reached toward her neck to hold her locket. The only thing she had left from her family, to remind her of home. She felt around for it and her eyes went wide.

It was gone.

Her only reminder of home was gone. Bulma stood up and pulled the sheets and blanket off her bed in search of the small object she had cherished for many years. She started to move frantically around her room, looking at the floors and under her bed and everywhere else. Adalind's eyes widened when she realized what Bulma had lost.

Bulma started to take in deep sudden breath's and continued to look, still not finding it. Adalind started to search for it, but couldn't find it either. Bulma sat on her bed and pulled her legs up so her knees hid her face in them, but her back could be seen rising and lowering in a different pattern, she was clearly crying and it caused her to shake. Adalind walked over and sat on the bed, putting her arm over the girl, trying to find something good to tell her.

"At the Banquet, people we know are cleaning it up and if they see it they'll pick it up and bring it here. Don't worry about it too much, it'll turn up be patient." Adalind said, that was the best she could come up with.

Bulma was silent, but mulled over the womans words. Yeah, it'll turn up. Other slaves are cleaning and maybe when they find it they'll see her picture inside and maybe recognize her? Or maybe they'll just throw it away... She quickly decided to hope for the best, what else could she do? She couldn't just wonder the castle. She would have needed a reason to do something like that. But she didn't have one.

0o0o0o Vegeta o0o0o0

Vegeta watched her leave and noticed something hit the floor, it was in a strange shape and appeared to be a golden necklace. He walked over and picked it up, examing it. He heard the quick clacking of shoes and shoved it into his pocket, then turned just in time to see Demita wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Oh, my Prince! Our dance was amazing, I felt the spark! Didn't you?" She said with a fake smile, showing off her oddly straight white teeth. She flipped her dark hair over her shoulder and puckered her lips. Before he could stop her, she placed a kiss on his cheek, her dark red lipstick smeering onto his cheek. He felt like gagging.

He looked at his parents, his father had his chest puffed out proudly and his mother muttered something quietly under her breath.

"Tch." Vegeta answered, turning away. Demita apparently took that as a yes because she clapped and jumped up and down. Vegeta rolled his eyes at her and tried to turn away from her, but she grabbed onto his arm with an iron grip and rubbed up against him.

"Let go of me!" He snarled, yanking away from her. She looked at him with wide eyes, almost like she was about to cry. But she quickly changed the subject. "So, Vegeta... Do you like my necklace?" She asked, moving her neck so he could see the silver chain that had sapphires hanging from them. Blue and silver where his favorite colors, but he'd been told by a servant that she'd asked everyone about his favorite colors. So he only grunted, he felt his fathers glare on him.

Demita pouted but walked over to the door and a guard opened it, allowing her to exit the large room. Vegeta watched her leave, then looked back at his parents.

The Queen was the first to speak as the King glared at his son. "Well, Vegeta. Isn't she beautiful? She's such an amazing dancer and would make a great Queen! She even said she felt the spark! If she felt it, you must have felt it too!" Kyukeui said, beaming at her son as his father continued to stare at him in silence. Finally the King broke the silence.

"You're going to need to produce an heir soon. Someone to pass on your legacy to, your mother and I are also very concerned that you're training too much. You're already the most powerful Saiyan on Vegeta-sei and we aren't going to be around forever, son." King Vegeta began, but his wife cut him off.

"Plus, I wan a grandchild that I can watch grow up and become The Legendary S-" She started but Vegeta cut her off.

"No! Mother, as I've told both of you before that I'll have an heir when I reach my goal!" Vegeta hissed, then turned on the balls of his feet, leaving the room before his parents could speak about it anymore.

Vegeta stomped down the hallway, heading for his chambers. He heard something fall and lightly clatter, he stopped and looked at where it was coming from. The necklace that he'd picked up had fallen out of his pocket and opened when it hit the marble floors.

He leaned down and picked it up, holding it for a moment before looking at the picture inside of it.

A man with purple hair that seemed to slowly be fading to gray and a matching mustache stood with a cigarette poking out of his mouth, a cat hung idly off his shoulder. Next to him, a woman with blonde hair stood next to him with a cheeky smile on her face and had her eyes closed, inbetween them was a very young girl with light blue hair and sky blue eyes, she was smiling to the point where you could see all her teeth.

The girl seemed oddly familiar, he had a strange flashback to a very boring day.

Vegeta sat next to Kakarot, his legs crossed as he watched the other boy fidget in his seat. "Calm down Kakarot! It's not like this is anything important." He told him, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. "I know Vegeta, but it seems so interesting, they want us to pick new servants? This will be so much fun!" Kakarot said, a grin appearing across his place. "Tch. Whatever." Vegeta said, keeping his eyes closed. "Oh! Look, the planet is coming into view! Finally! I don't know why they sent us out so far, there are plenty closer to Vegeta-sei. Maybe there is something interesting here!" Kakarot said, smiling as he looked at the large window in front of him.

Vegeta opened his eyes and watched the planet come into view, as they touched the ground Kakarot fell. Vegeta had seen it coming, so he was in the air as the ship shook. His men walked to the door of the ship as it opened. A purple man with a strangely long shaped head approached them. "Ah! Welcome Prince Vegeta! We are happy you have arrived, it's not everyday that a Prince comes to visit our shop!" He said with a curt bow. Vegeta didn't seem to acknowlage him at all as he walked passed.

Kakarot waved at the alien and followed behind Vegeta.

Vegeta began walking as he looked, so many of them seemed like they were going insane. All of them shrunk away at the sight of him, he sighed and continued to walk. It felt like they had been walking forever, he finally seen the end of the row of cells and stopped. Out of the corner of his eye he seen an odd color, blue, he turned toward it and seen a young girl that was about his age, maybe a little younger. He watched her for a moment, when she looked up he was quite surprised, but he showed no emotion, a surge suddenly went through his body but he ignored it. They held eye contact for a moment, then he looked her over.

If he didn't know any better, he'd think she was a Saiyan, besides the strange hair color of course. She had the same body type and facial structure, but no tail. He looked over to Kakarot and seen him smiling at a girl who also looked similar to their race. She had dark hair that was tied up and a dark set of eyes to match. They where both smiling at each other, almost like they where speaking through eye contact.

"I want that one, the one with blue hair." Vegeta said in a monotone voice, looking at the man who had followed them. Kakarot turned away from the cage, then back to the dark haired girl. "I want her! She seems nice." Kakarot said, Vegeta noticed a small blush on his cheeks. "Very well." The man said, turning and walking down the long hall with the two young Saiyan's in tow. They signed a few papers and walked back into the ship.

"The girl with the black hair seemed nice!' Kakarot said with a dorky smile, Vegeta rolled his eyes at the boys comment. "They're slaves, nothing more.' Vegeta hissed, looking away as he sat down. As soon as he got home he'd resume his training. "The papers said that their names where Chi-Chi and Bulma by the way. Just in case you where wondering, Chi-Chi is the black haired girl and Bulma is the one with blue hair!" He said with a smile.

'Bulma? Huh, interesting name.' Vegeta thought to himself, after a few minutes the door to the ship opened and Vegeta stood up as he watched the girls enter. Kakarot immediately stepped in to greet them.

"Hi! I'm Kakarot!' He told them with a wide smile. Vegeta looked away, annoyed by Kakarot's enthusiasm toward the slaves. Kakarot pointed at Vegeta. "That's Vegeta! He thinks everyone is below him so he doesn't talk much." Kakarot said, a smile still on his face as Vegeta mentally rolled his eyes as he let out an animalistic growl. "That's because they are." He said in a calm turned away and left the room, returning to his quarters. Kakarot followed him and walked into the room. "Don't you like her? You didn't look at her at all! You chose her, do you not like her?" Kakarot asked, immediately getting straight to the point.

"She's okay, I guess. It's not like she's important to me in any way." Vegeta shrugged, laying down on his bed. Why did he pick her? He spent most of the time he was on the ship mulling over that question. Coming to the conclusion that it was just because none of the others seemed even remotely interesting, yet she dared to look the Prince of All Saiyan's dead in the eyes. So that made her quite interesting, Bulma, what a unique name.

The months had passed by quickly, as they where approaching the planet, he seen Kakarot start to levitate in the air, at least that idiot could learn from his mistakes. When they landed, he watched the two girls being brought up from the cells at the bottom of the ship, he had been looking at Bulma but when she looked at him he turned away. Kakarot once again greeted them with a smile, he was too friendly some times.

He smelled something in the air and pinched his nose shut. "The first thing they need when we get to the palace is a LONG bath." Vegeta said in a disgusted tone. Kakarot gave him a strange look.

"Palace?" The once called Chi-Chi asked out loud. She muttered something neither of the Saiyan's could hear under her breath. "We forgot to mention that, didn't we Vegeta." Kakarot said, glancing at him then back to them as he rubbed the back of his neck and grinned at them. "You see, Vegeta here, is the Prince of this planet. Son of King Vegeta and Queen Kyukeui. One day he will be King and will rule over this planet with an iron fist. Isn't that right Vegeta?' Kakarot asked, putting the spotlight on him. He grunted in response to the question. The door opened, saving him from anymore of the questions. He seen his parents standing outside of the ship, waiting for him.

"Hello Father, Mother." He spoke calmly, walking away with them. His father looked over his shoulder at the two girls who had begun to talk to Kakarot. "Those are the new slaves?" His father asked with a sneer. Vegeta only nodded. "Don't worry dear, they'll get stronger." His mother insured. King Vegeta stayed silent as the young Prince broke away from his parents and headed for the training room. By the end of the day he'd completely forgotten about the girl he'd spent half a year to get.

The Prince shook the flashback out of his head, then looked at the picture. It was a picture of Bulma with who he guessed was her parents. He put it back in his pocket, deciding to ignore it for now. He didn't really know what to do with it, but for now he'd keep it to himself. Maybe leverage? Just incase he ever needed it. It was her family, she'd probably do anything to get it back. Maybe he could make a plan that could help him with certain things.

He returned to his chambers to go to sleep.

0o0o0o Chi-Chi & Kakarot o0o0o0

-Time skip to morning-

Chi-Chi woke up to the feeling of warm breath on her neck, she tried to adjust her body to see what was happening, but there was a sharp pain in between her legs. She bit down on her lip and clenched the bedsheets under her, her body going stiff for a few seconds. Chi-Chi felt her waist tightened and reached out to touch whatever it was, she found herself stroking a line of fur. The breath on her neck stoped for a moment, then continued at a steady pace.

Chi-Chi sighed, turning her body and trying her best to ignore the pain. She looked at Kakarot's sleeping face and smiled, it was kind of funny that he even smiled in his sleep. She loved how he smiled all the time, she loved him.

Yeah.

She loved him.

Chi-Chi smiled at the thought then began to poke at his cheeks, but failed at waking him up. She decided to use the ultimate weapon. "Kakarot... There's food." She said in a slightly loud tone. In a flash the male Saiyan was sitting up and looking around the room.

"Food?" He asked out loud, eyes darting around the room. Chi-Chi couldn't help the giggle that erupted from her lungs, he quickly turned to her. "You're going to pay for that!" He said leaning over to her and began tickling her on her stomach and hips. As she moved herself to try and get away while she was laughing, she let out a sudden yelp of pain which caused Kakarot to stop completely. "Are you alright?" He asked, clearly concerned about what was happening to her.

'It's just..." She started, proping her body up with her elbows so the upper part of her back wasn't touching the bed. She stared down to where the pain was coming from, Kakarot's eyes followed her gaze.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-" He started, looking at the blood stains on the sheets. Chi-Chi cut him off mid-sentence. "It's alright Kakarot, you didn't do anything wrong. I'll be fine, it just happens to us when we do... That sort of thing." She told him, gesturing back and forth to them, then gave him a reassuring smile. "It's fine." She repeated, still smiling at him. He softly smiled back, but was still concerned.

"Just stay here, until you feel better." Kakarot said, but Chi-Chi shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I have to go back to my room. I'll stay there, you can come check on me later." She said, smiling at him. He knew it was impossible to argue with Chi-Chi and win. "Okay, but I'll take you there." He told her, she nodded but silently wondered how they'd get there without being noticed. "Come on. Let's go." He said walking over to the balcony.

"Um... Kakarot... Don't you think clothes would be a good idea before you fly outside?" She asked, he looked down at himself with wide eyes, then back to her. "Uh, yeah. That would be pretty nice." He said, his face turning bright red. Chi-Chi giggled at him, getting off the bed as the pain slowly dulled a bit. She picked up her undergarments and slipped the dress over her head, Kakarot put on a pair of underwear and training pants.

Chi-Chi walked over to him, holding her things in her hand. "Let's go." He said, picking her up and jumped over the balcony, she held onto him tightly even though she knew he wouldn't drop her.

He went near the Slave Quarters and found an open window. "That's Adalind's room, bring me there." She told him and ponted to the window. He flew over and helped her slide from his arms into the small room. "Bye. I'll see you later." She said with a smile, then leaned over the edge of the window and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. He smiled and waved at her, flying off back toward his room. She turned and looked around the room, Adalind was no where to be found.

Chi-Chi left the room, looking around the halls as she went to her room to lay down. She knew it was far too early for anyone to be up, so she layed back down, waiting for someone to come 'wake her up'. She sighed and thought off the metal insignia he'd crushed so easily in his hand the previous night. Maybe if they loved each other enough, he'd be able to leave Vegeta-sei and take her with him, they could go back to Earth and live there. They could have their own happily ever after, like in the story books.

No... He'd never leave his home no matter how much they loved each other. He'd be leaving behind his entire life behind, and all for a weak Earthling? That's not how it works. She couldn't make him do that, maybe she and Bulma could find some way out of this, 12 years has been far too long. Chi-Chi wanted to leave, she wanted to go home. She wanted to see her Dad and be like she was before, she wanted to be with her best friend so they could discover who they really were.

She knew Bulma was sick and tired of being a slave, just like her. If only there was some way, some way they could leave and never come back. Before, they'd been much to scared to try, but now... What have they got to lose? Kakarot... She'd lose Kakarot. But she'd gain her freedom, but she'd lose her love... She needed to talk to Bulma about this, they needed to agree on something.

All she knew was that they couldn't stay there for the rest of their lives. She'd rather die.

She thought about this everyday, but everything never fell into place the right way.

Sorry if this sounded more like a filler than anything! I just wanted to keep up my muse, I hope you liked it! Not 100% sure that this won't be going on haitus for a little while after the Q&A because I'm moving soon... So that's gonna be a thing. But I'll try! Leave your questions and reviews in the comments and I'll try to answer them in the best of my abilities! Remember, R&R's help me keep my muse, so I hope you'll do it! I enjoy writing for you guys, so hopefully you'll help me keep my muse. Thank's for reading!

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P.S I hope you liked Vegeta's POV of that day!

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