Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ but I just bought the 5th Real Bout High School manga and the four DVD's that come after the manga series . . And now I've got about three dollars to my name. LOL

Chapter 5: Homecoming

Vegeta burst out of the pile of snow with Bulma in his arms, bridal style. Bulma's hold on him was rather tight and he could smell slight traces of fear. He smirked and studied his surroundings. The planet seemed to be made up of mostly water and was very green. Bulma guided him to a rather large compound within an even bigger city. The city had tall skyscrapers and other various buildings. Bulma called the place 'West City'. The compound, which she referred to as Capsule Corps, had the main work building with several sheds and garages and then the house. The house was made of dark stone and resembled a castle.

"I had dad put the castle in, I've always wanted to live in one…" Bulma said. Vegeta didn't answer her put touched down softly and quickly released her. Bulma steadied herself and walked toward the work building. She opened the door and went straight to the secretary.

"Is my father in?" Bulma asked, her tone polite, but with authority.

"Sorry Ms. Briefs, but you parents have takin' a vacation." The secretary quickly answered.

Bulma merely nodded and asked, "Then who is running this place?"

"Bulma! When'd you get back?" A male voice from behind her exclaimed. An older man with graying hair scooped her into a hug.

"Keni! Just a moment ago…" Bulma laughed as she was spun around.

"Really? We didn't expect you back so soon" His gaze shifted to the man standing behind Bulma. The man who had his arms crossed and was tapping his foot impatiently. "Who on Earth is that? What odd clothes…"

Bulma looked behind her 'Nobody on Earth is who that is…' "Oh, um…this is Vegeta…he's staying with me."

"Oh…" Keni nodded, "…but I must get back to work." He waved as he walked away.

"Bye, Keni!" She walked out of the building with Vegeta right behind her. Once outside Bulma turned to Vegeta expectantly.

"What?" came the angry growl from Vegeta.

"Aren't you going to fly us to the house?"

"I am not you transportation, woman…"

"No…but you flew me half-way across the world, so you could at least finish the job…or are you two weak?" She smirked as Vegeta glared at her. He quickly swung her over his shoulder and started toward her home.

"Hey put me down! Now!" She pounded on his back, but he merely chuckled darkly. "Oh you stupid monkey man!" she growled as he landed in front of two large wooden doors. "You can't open the doors, they are much too hea- " She heard the doors creak open as Vegeta lightly pushed them.

"You were saying?" Vegeta smirked as he heard Bulma growl, but his smirk disappeared as soon as he felt her bite him. He quickly put her down. "Woman, do not bite me."

"Why not?" the tone of his voice had piqued her curiosity.

"Just do as I say."

"Excuse me? Who's roof do you think you're living under?" she crossed her arms and raised a brow.

"Woman, I can kill you in an instant…" his voice was smug.

"Oh please…" she rolled her eyes and led the way up stairs.

Vegeta followed her. Bulma led him to the guest part of the house. The hallways were dark and had candelabras that lit the way. There were paintings, sculptures, and various other things along the way. It wasn't bad the prince decided and even in a vague sort of way reminded him of Vegeta-sei. Bulma opened a door and looked in it.

"This will be your room." She smiled lightly.

Vegeta stuck his head in. "It's small…you expect me, the Prince of All Saiyans, to sleep in here?"

Bulma's eyes narrowed as she slammed the door shut, nicking Vegeta's nose.

"WOMAN!" He growled.

"Oops…" she feigned innocence and walked down the hall a bit. Vegeta rolled his eyes and followed her.

'Don't kill her she's useful…don't kill her she's useful…' His gaze slowly slid down to the gentle swaying of her hips. 'Useful in more ways than one.'

'Hmmm…I guess I could but him in the room across from me…I could keep a better eye on him…' Bulma nodded to herself and walked all the way down the hallway, where another staircase awaited them. Bulma began to ascend it, Vegeta right behind her.

"Tell me woman, what is you status in this world?" Vegeta tore his eyes away from her hips.

"I told you that I'm the smartest person in the world…" Bulma stopped a moment.

"Yes, but this seems like a castle…are you royalty?" He stopped two steps behind her.

"No…but I'm richer than any royalty on Earth…so I guess I am a princess in my own right…" She continued up the stairs. "I'll have to get you some clothes and then some money to spend on whatever you want…"

Vegeta looked down at his blue bodysuit and white armor and shrugged. "I will not need anything more than something to train in…"

"Train? As in fighting?" Bulma raised a brow.

"Of course, that is a Saiyan's purpose in life."

"Oooooh…yea…you and Goku should have some major fun." She shook her head.

"Goku?" Vegeta couldn't help the question as it slid out of her mouth.

"Yea, he's one of my friends and he's the best fighter on Earth. He can probably even kick your ass." She smiled.

Vegeta scowled at this. "I assure you woman, nobody on this planet can 'kick my ass'.

Bulma just shook her head. At the top of the stairs she turned left and walked down a hallway. She stopped in front of a door and opened it. "Lights on." The room quickly lit up. She walked inside. "This is the sitting room. This door…" She walked over to another door and opened it. "…leads to your bedroom and bathroom. In about an hour we'll go get you some clothes, so until then explore and stuff. I'm taking a bath. My room's across the hall if you need anything…"

"Whatever woman, you are dismissed." He smirked like he owned the world.

Bulma just glared at him a moment before storming out.

Vegeta chuckled to him self and looked around his sitting room. 'Perhaps this won't be bad…I can use the woman's intelligence to contact the saiyan survivors…and I can train…as far as I know Earth was way down on Frieza's destroy list.' He liked the room, it was darker than most which is why Bulma had picked it. The carpet was the color of the darkest ink and there were a couple of bookcases around the room. A large screen with multiple other technical gadgets stood in front of a table made of glass. There was a white couch and recliner situated around the table. He went to explore his new bedroom and was greatly pleased. The room had a fireplace and a bed bigger than a king-size and a black canopy overhead. The bedspread was blood red with black gothic designs. The floor was again the same soft black carpet. A few yards away sat a desk. 'This is my room! The one from Vegeta-sei…the woman must have had it built after she had the dream…' His eyes had widened, even his family crest was there. He shook his head and left the room. 'This will definitely be my new castle, once the Saiyans get here…'

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Vegeta stepped outside, he had finished looking around his room, so he figured he'd see what was outside. Once outside he was met with a group of men, all of which were staring at him. "Who are you and what business do you have here?"

"We could say the same thing to you. If you've hurt my Bulma I'll…" one began.

'His Bulma? The woman is unmarked and untouched…' Vegeta raised a brow and looked over the group. The one who had called Bulma his had long black hair and a scar underneath one of his eyes. One was bald and so short that he could have been mistaken for a small child. The third one made Vegeta's eyes widen slightly. 'He looks almost identical to Bardock…it must be Kakerot…' "Kakerot what are you doing here and now that I think about it why haven't you destroyed this planet yet?"

"What are you talking about?" the Bardock look-a-like asked.

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Bulma felt refreshed as she finished brushing her hair. She put the long tresses into a clip, leaving a few strands down to frame her face. She wore a black halter-top with a single tie in back, leaving the rest of her back bare. She had on a pair of khakis on and some brown sandals. She walked out onto her balcony and looked down. She growled at the men. "Damnit! Hey you guys! Leave him alone!" She 'eeped' as she felt herself scooped up into the air. She looked up to see Yamcha holding her. She granted him with a smile before she was ripped from his and into Vegeta's. She could feel his chest vibrating in a low growl. He landed on the ground and stood Bulma on her feet. Bulma felt something wrap around her waist and looked to find Vegeta's tail.

"Now Kakerot I asked you a question…As your prince I expect an answer." Vegeta had recrossed his arms.

"Bulma would you please tell this guy that my name is Goku and that I have no idea what he is talking about." Goku pleaded.

Bulma, who had been watching Yamcha send Vegeta death glares, turned to Goku. She looked between Goku and Vegeta and then down at Vegeta's tail, suddenly it all just clicked. 'Goku's one of these saiyan things and Vegeta knows it…' "Uh…Vegeta…"

"What?" He didn't take his eyes off of Goku.

"Well, you see…Goku or Kakerot as you call him-"

"That is his name."

"Not now it isn't!" She snapped at him, tired of being interrupted. "Listen, when Goku was little he bumped his head. He doesn't remember ever being a saiyan."

Vegeta pondered this for a moment. "I see…but he needs to learn of his true heritage…"

"Let's do that at a later date…We have other stuff to do. Ok everybody this is Prince Vegeta…Prince Vegeta these guys are some of Earth's greatest fighters. There's Goku, Krillain, and Yamcha."

Vegeta's tail had fallen away from Bulma and rewrapped around his waist, making him look every bit the Prince that he was.

"Wow a real Prince, Bulma, look's like your dream came true!" Goku smiled his goofy Goku smile. "Maybe we can spar sometime!"

Bulma blushed and Vegeta smirked as soon as he saw it. He turned thoughtful at Goku's remark. "Perhaps, third-class…"

"Anyway see you guys later…come on, Vegeta." Bulma said as she popped one of her capsule cars. Vegeta got in and waited for Bulma. Bulma reached for the door when Yamcha stopped her.

"I don't trust him…" he looked down at her.

Bulma narrowed her eyes and got in. "You aren't exactly Mr. trustworthy either."

Yamcha frowned as Bulma started the car and flew off.

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Ok guys I'm sorry about how long its been…my computer has something wrong with it and I have no other way to the internet until I go to my dad's, which is where I am right now. Anyway I hope this makes up for it somewhat next chapter Bulma takes Vegeta shopping and whatever ideas pop into the empty space between my ears .