Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ

A/N: Hi All.

I left the story in a cliff hanger last part, I do so love a good cliff hanger! As promised the story has been set and you will have rekindled your faith in me by the end of this part ;)

As always comments and reviews are welcome.

I'm using some more traditional spelling for characters names.

Vegeta – Vegeta Oji

Bulma – Bulma

King Vegeta – Vegeta Ou

Goku – Kakarotto

Brolly – Broly

Piccolo – Piccolo

Kami – Kami Sama

Part 7

Bulma hugged her knees tight as others tried to make themselves comfortable in the small damp cave they had taken up shelter in. The past 24 hours were some of the worst in her life. She had fallen for the prince, the way he touched her, looked at her, spoke to her. It made her melt inside, and he too had been taken from her. Vegeta Ou, the King had chosen her to be his concubine. She then had to be examined to ensure her virginity.

That almost destroyed her soul. She had not prepared for it as Vegeta Oji had convinced her she was safe.

An Eunuch made his way over to Bulma, the Eunuchs are a special breed of slave. They are the only ones beside the king and women slaves who are allowed to attend to the concubines. They were tall men with green skin and it seemed as if their muscles were on the outside of their skin. They had huge ears and had the hearing to match. Snake like teeth and black eyes. But the most important feature of an Eunuch is they are impotent, they cannot reproduce. They have an operation before puberty, one to remove their genitals.

"You knew the prince didn't you..." Asked the Eunuch.

All the girls had meet Vegeta Oji. But none knew him like Bulma.

She looked up at him. How could he tell? Was she that obvious?

"Yes... before all this." She whispered.

The Eunuch now moved closer to the girl, as if he didn't want anyone to hear what he was about to say.

"The Prince, Vegeta Oji. He was a strong man; he may have been arrogant and sometime difficult. But deep inside he was a good leader..." The Eunuch said.

Bulma's eyes widened, that was what she had seen the day with the bear. Did this Eunuch know him like she did?

"I once fought beside him, before I was summoned to look after the women in the harem. These men who have stormed the capital. They were waiting for the right moment to strike. They knew if Vegeta Oji had been given any warning they would not have succeeded in sacking the city." The Eunuch began to explain.

Bulma whipped tears away, what did this have anything to do with what she was feeling? How was this making her feel any better? She was so lost, so confused.

"They had to kill him, it needed to happen..." The eunuch started.

"You sound like you are on their side!" Bulma snapped.

"Shh, quite! No one can know this!" He snapped back.

Bulma bit her lip; this Eunuch was proving he could be fierce when he wanted to be. But he still gave off an impression that he would protect her under his stern tone, like a guardian.

"But they were wrong in killing him, it was the right move. Not for them, but for us." He explained.

"Us?" Bulma asked.

She had never been more confused.

"Yes, the Children of the Dragon... and another one of us has just arrive..." The eunuch said turning behind him.

Bulma looked behind the well built man; a group of Eunuch's were dragging in a body. It was a soldier; he was badly wounded that much she could see. The Eunuch turned back around.

"Bulma, you are not from this land are you?" He asked.

"No, you aren't either..." She said.

"Correct, we are a special kind of being Bulma, you, I, Vegeta Oji and Kakarotto..." he said turning around again to reveal that the soldier was indeed commander Kakarotto.

Bulma watched this man turn back to her. His eyes met hers.

"Who are you?" she asked intrigued.

"That is a difficult question to answer, but call me Piccolo... " He whispered to her with a huge smirk.

Long slender finger rolled over the bright orange ball. The ball clanged like glass as the fingernail tapped it softly. The figure was old, wise. He was contemplating something as his hand hovered above the almost glowing ball.

"Kami Sama... has he found her?" A black man in a turban asked.

"Yes Mr Popo he has, and Kakarotto has been saved. It seems time is following the prophecy. All we can do is wait and hope." Kami Sama said sternly.

Piccolo came back over to the corner that Bulma was almost curled up in. He had been helping attend to the soldier's wounds. They were serious wounds. But with time and care he would recover. It seemed to lift the rooms spirit, Kakarotto was a supreme warrior and kind at heart. Everyone in the room was glad he was alive.

"He will be safe if he survives the night; I have done all I can..." Piccolo sighed.

"Please, tell me what is going on!" Bulma pleaded under her breath.

"Like I told you before, we are all special. We all have a destiny. Your destiny was to meet the Prince; you have stolen his heart Bulma just like you were born to do." Piccolo explained.

"And what would be that destiny? What was the point? He is dead!" Bulma scorned him almost letting herself cry again.

"When the time comes, we will need your voice to bring him out of the darkness, for there his mind will be warped. They are convincing the Prince to stay, after all the pain and suffering he has felt. They will make him feel safe. He will want to stay..." Piccolo said.

"We need him back Bulma, he needs to be here when the time comes."

"He is dead! Did you not hear? You can't come back after you have died, you are delusional, it is impossible!" Bulma argued.

"No it isn't..." Piccolo said smirking again.

Bulma scoffed.

"We are going to bring him back. We are going to bring Vegeta Oji back from the dead..."

Vegeta Oji's hand ran down the side of her body. Feeling her skin fill with goose bumps as her arousal hit the roof. This in itself started to make him hard. Her body was reacting to him, just what he wanted.

Vegeta Oji growled softly in his throat as her nightie slipped down over her breasts. Her nipples were instantly hard as the sheer fabric brushed past them. They were delicious, perky but still soft as he wrapped his hand over one of them. Softly squeezing them as she moaned beneath him. His other hand slipped under her nightie that had stopped at her waist. He pushed it down further past her hips, she had lacy undergarments on which had straps holding up stay up stockings. This sort of attire was something a royal woman would have on under her wedding dress.

Why am I here caressing Bulma after our wedding, wasn't the harbour being invaded?

He looked down into her eyes. She had pure pleasure painted across her face. Her eyes were inviting him, her lips were pleading. She looked absolutely delicious. He wanted to devour her. Her pink nipples were erect her hands were running up his perfectly sculpted arms being him to continue with his hand that was resting just over her panties.

"Vegeta Oji..." She whispered almost purring.

"Mmmmmmm" He moaned as she slipped off her nightie completely.

Her body was exactly how he remembered it. So shapely, English rose skin and so supple. She smiled up at him, wrapping her arm around his neck she pulled herself up as he came down to kiss her lips, her tongue slipped in and teased his own, she tasted like heaven. He was rock hard by now.

Her grip loosened on his neck as his hands slipped inside her underwear. She was soft and bald, just like a new bride would be. She let out a loud moan as his fingers felt her wetness. Vegeta Oji couldn't help but growl, god he wanted her now.

Something changed and Vegeta Oji was suddenly aware, aware this wasn't real. Bulma still moaned under him as he pulled his hand back.

"Mmm, what's wrong my Prince?" She purred again.

"This... is... You're not, real..." He almost whispered.

"Mmm, does that matter? We are here with each other my Prince. No one can touch us..." She said lifting herself up beside him.

She put her hand on the side of his cheek.

"This here, now is everything you have ever wanted." She smiled at him.

"There is no Vegeta Ou, no invading enemy and no harem. Just us" She giggled.

Vegeta Oji smirked. She had a point. He didn't need to worry; this was his own personal bliss.

And he never wanted to leave.

A/N: Well, I hope you are enjoying this fic. I have spared you all the cliff hanger, for now at least! :)