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(Trunks POV)

I could feel her light breathing on my right and I couldn't help to wonder just how wonderful this woman was. Lara… was absolutely an amazing woman, thinking about how she'd left her life on Earth to travel with me to another world meant a lot to me. I thought about how I planned on marrying her, I had even bought the ring, a gorgeous red diamond set on a golden band. But that would have to wait for now.

I moved so that I could look at her sleep, her silk blue teddy gathered over her body and made her look even more like a goddess. I ran my hand over her leg, grazing that soft skin until reaching the silky bottoms of her teddy.

She moved, and I saw her eyes flutter open, looking at me she smiled and grazed my cheek.

"Why do you love to wake me up this way?" she asked and smiled moving to her back so that she could see my face better.

"I can't help myself," I whispered moving down and capturing my lips to hers. There was a knock on the door that made us stop our little kiss and look up. "Yes?" I asked.

"Prince… Trunks, I have your bath ready, there rest of the royal family will be meeting soon in personal dining quarters for breakfast."

"Oh… thanks."

"Please let me know if you need anything else."

"Alright thank you." I said back to whoever was on the other side, although from the voice I was sure it was a woman.

"Prince Trunks your bath is ready." Lara whispered again with a smile tugging at her lips.

"Then we shall bathe my darling!" I said standing up and picking her up in my arms flying toward the bathroom.


(Bra's POV)

When I woke up I saw Ele in my room picking up the clothes I had dropped on the floor when I had gotten back from the lab last night. She realized I had awoken and looked down.

"I am sorry miss, if I woke you, I was just getting the clothes to wash them."

"It's okay Ele I wanted to wake up early anyways."

"Do you want me to draw you a bath?" she asked me.

"No. I'll shower, thank you." she bowed and left the room with my dirty clothes.

I got up realizing I went to sleep naked and walked toward the bathroom. I entered what looked like a shower and learned how to make the water the exact temperature I liked.

I thought about Barillious, he was very smart, that made me excited, and he was so handsome. I had dated very few men in my life; most of them weren't even what constituted as "men" at all. My first boyfriend had been when I was 16, and every time I remembered him I thought about how much my father had freaked. To this day I don't know how my mother got him to let me go out with this boy, but she did. It was a total blow, he was completely oblivious to anything scientific, historical, or political and all he wanted to talk about was football – the one sport I couldn't stand!

The next one was actually my first real boyfriend. I was 18, he was 23, he wanted to be a neurologist, and we where both attending BTI the most prestigious school in west city. We got along well enough, and had a lot of things in common but I was too young and he had experience, so after almost six months of dating he started to pressure me into having sex with him. I felt uncomfortable with the situation and broke it off with him. We actually continued being friends afterward, and I realized that our relationship was more of a friendship than anything else.

After him I dated a man I met at climatology lecture. He was 30 I was 19, so obviously I kept it a secret from my parents. I knew that they wouldn't approve, my mother would lecture me, and my father would kill him. He was a very attractive man, tall, smart, beautiful green eyes, and a great kisser. My mother found out first, after only being with him for two months. She forced me to confess to my father and he flipped. Trunks had to stop him from killing him several times; especially when a misunderstanding led him to believe I had slept with him. Needless to say it was embarrassing, and in the end, I ended up breaking up with him for his own sanity.

After him I had decided that I was too young. Most men had zero to nothing in common with me, so I'd just be single, for a while.

But it's been almost a year since I've dated and Barillious made my tummy feel strange and my head spin, and he was so handsome, and smart. I signed as I washed my hair. I just hope he likes me too.


(Vegeta's POV)

"How do I look?" she asked walking out of the closet in a golden burgundy dress, her hair was fixed and she wore low heeled sandals at her feet.

"It's only breakfast woman, you didn't have to dress up so much." I snickered. Remembering how everyone had stared at her and Bra.

"For your information I'm spending the day with your mother, and she gave me this dress as a gift, so I had to wear it today."

"Alright well come on."

"No. You haven't answered my question. How do I look." She put her hands on her hips raising an eyebrow at me.

"You look beautiful woman, now come on!" she smiled before walking over to me, how do I always let her control me like that I chuckled at the thought. Letting her loop her hand on mine.

By the time we got to the dinning room my mother sat with Barillious to her left, Bra to her right. Trunks and Lara sat on one end and I took the seats at the other with Bulma.

"Good morning everyone!" Bulma said happily. "You look absolutely stunning Bra." She commented and I looked at what she wore. She had a light yellow dress that grabbed at her shoulders and tightly – too tightly I might add- accentuated her bust. I'd have to tell my mother to have them loosen up those dresses; I don't want anyone looking at my little girl that way. I remembered her last "boyfriend" a man ten years her senior, who probably just wanted to get in her bed. I should have killed the man for even trying.

"How was your night Vegeta? Everything to your standards." My mother asked as the waiters served us food.

"Everything is as should," I simply said paying attention to the food. I noticed that my mother had already grown attached to Bra. It was very uncommon for the royal family to produce a female, usually only males where produced and married off to a worthy female of high class standard. The last princess of the Saiyan's had been my father's great aunt.

A princess was always treated with respect and was married to the greatest male warrior of high class, one who could possibly lead the Saiyan's in case something happened to the King or Prince. In order to date the princess the man had to ask permission from the King, permission had to be given if the test asked of the King was completed, this usually was a test of strength. I snickered at the thought, I had read all of their power levels, strong but not close to what Goku and I were. I guess my little girl will continue being that for a while longer.

"Daddy I have news," Bra interrupted my thoughts. "Barillious and I are working on a teleporting machine."

"That's possible?"

"Of course silly." She said smiling

"I would love to assist you two in your project," Bulma said smiling, "but I want my little girl to find her own inspiration."

"Thanks mama. I'm glad I have a very smart assistant."

"Oh so now I'm just an assistant, last night you called me your personal architect." Barillious quipped. She laughed and I looked at the interaction between the two. She likes him I realized and frowned.

"Alright you nerdo's keep quiet." Trunks stated between bites of food.

"Ew, Trunks at least try to chew, that's disgusting. Lara laughed and I turned back to my food. Those two were perfect for each other. But for some reason Trunks doubted when to ask her to marry him. I knew that he'd bought a ring, he'd taken Bulma along, and she had described it to me in pure detail one night after a passionate fuck – for some reason the woman always used moments like that to tell me what was going on with our kids, she was smart I'll give her that.

I thought he would have asked her by now, and they'd be producing kids like bunnies. After all Trunks was 27 a good age to settle down, the age I had given into passion with the conniving woman and created him. He had spent his early twenties moving from woman to woman. So many in fact that Bulma manipulated me into talking to the boy, so that he'd learn to act more responsible at least for the sake of the company.

He continued on his women rampage but learned to keep it under wraps, for the sake of his mother. It wasn't until he met Lara that he finally changed. Matured is what I call it. I liked her, she proved to be smart, and charming, didn't mind the fact that we were aliens, and seemed love the boy; she would give him strong intelligent kids. So why was the boy doubting?

I shook my head and completely concentrated on my plate. These kids… they must get it from Bulma.


(Bulma's POV)

We sat on red plush couches looking out through a large window that showed endless universe around us. We had walked around the entire ship, looking through every little aspect of it, from the engineering, warriors quarters, to the kitchen, the gym, lab, pool, indoor garden, and now a special little room to retire in found in the royal quarters, the window made the room spectacular.

During our little walk we had talked, well she had asked questions and I had answered. Apparently Vegeta had been very sparse when telling his mother what happened during the years he'd been away from Planet Vegeta. She had questions, and I answered to the best of my ability.

Now we sat and I couldn't help by stare at her, she was so… beautiful and young looking. The woman looked younger than me, I'm sure, and her long black her was carefully positioned in a careful half up do. Her nose was just as defined yet gentile like Vegeta's. I kept staring at her and her youth confounded me. Just how old is she?

"You don't have to respond this question if you think it rude, and I'm only asking out of pure curiosity but how old are you?" she turned to me her eyebrows moved in a very Vegeta like fashion, "It's just that you look so young I still find it difficult to believe your Vegeta's mother." She only laughed and then smiled.

"I'm old believe me, it's just that Saiyan's don't show age until much later in life, our ancestors evolved that way to maintain the ability to fight longer. Soon I will start to age, and wrinkles will cover my face, my hands will grow wrinkly, and then you will see my true age."

"Yes… Vegeta tried to explain that to me once. I'm jealous of that… being able to maintain your youth for longer."

"What do you mean? You are still very young Bulma."

"Except for the fine wrinkles around my eyes…"

"I see none which make you look too much older, honestly it's almost impossible to notice them."

"I just hope that once we reach AT-40 I won't have to pry the women off of Vegeta." She laughed at that, a nice and slow chuckle before looking up and smiling.

"I wouldn't worry about that, I've seen the way my son looks at you and I can assure you that he will never look at another woman the same way."

"You think? Even if they are young and beautiful Saiyan girls with huge breasts?" I asked.

"Well there won't be any problem's there, most Saiyan women have very small breasts, again another trait we received from evolution, big breasts are an issue when trying to fight an opponent properly."

Well no wonder Vegeta can't seem to get enough of mine!

"My son loves you," she said after a few moments of silence. "You shouldn't worry about him. I think the one that should be worried is Trunks girl Lara. The daughters of the Saiyan elite will be crawling all over Trunks."

"I'll warn her next time I see her, although I shouldn't worry, Trunks is also a man in love."

"Have you noticed the admirer Bulla has?" she asked me and I smiled.

"I know! What a hunk, and he's the commander of the army, I think Vegeta might actually like this one."

"She's had other suitors before?" she asked.

"Only two really, and… they didn't last very long. The first because she wasn't ready for commitment, and the second because Vegeta wasn't ready." I chuckled and she thought silently.

"She will also have many suitors. She has your beauty, and smarts, but Vegeta's attitude, and well she's a Princess, the girl will have men crawling to her. Vegeta will have man after man asking for permission to simply talk with her… I can already see it."

"How exactly does that work?" I asked her then. "I mean, on earth it's different, how is it here. I'll admit that Vegeta never really talks about Saiyan traditions."

"In order to court any other Saiyan woman the male has to ask permission from the head of that woman's household, usually the father. Once he gives permission he can accompany the woman on daily activities, never moving past kissing. Of course these are the old traditions, the ones I grew up on, now a day's everyone is fucking each other behind their families back."

"But what about a Princess is it any different?"

"Well in order for a Princess to be courted the male has to ask permission of the King, the King asks for a test, usually a test of strength sometimes of will, or cunning. If the male passes the test then he is allowed to court the Princess. And the princess should remain celibate until the day of her marriage."

"I'm sure Bra will have fun discovering that any man she wants to date has to pass her fathers test."

"The girl has spunk, and I'm sure she could convince her father if need be."

"You're right, she is his little princess after all." We were both silent and I thought about it for a while, I wonder how King Vegeta was like. I didn't want to be rude, in case it brought her some bad memories but the itch wasn't going away.

"And… how does one marry a Saiyan King?" I found myself asking her.

"You have to demonstrate your intelligence and battle strength. In my case I was the top female student in my classes, one of the strongest females, and well I'll admit that my beauty helped me there as well.

Females for Kings are chosen. I was chosen when I was 14. Immediately afterward the King sent me the best tutors, some of which were teaching the prince. The Prince and I were forced to spend time together so that we would develop a bond. By the time that we both turned twenty we were married.

Then came some of the most humiliating years in my life. The King wanted us to start producing heirs, and we tried except that I wasn't getting pregnant. We spent months trying and nothing came of it, so therefore we had to turn to science. Turns out I had a congenital malformation, which was why it was making it difficult for me to grow pregnant.

Some Saiyan's demanded that we annulled our marriage, after all what was the point if I couldn't produce an heir. But Vegeta wouldn't leave me, even if I begged," she said, looking away, "I was humiliated in front of thousands of Saiyan's, I wanted to leave the life of royalty behind, I wasn't born into it and I didn't need it. Some women at the time started rumors that they'd slept with the Prince and that the spawn in their belly was his child, all rumors, all lies.

After almost five years, the King died of an unexpected illness and Vegeta was crowned King. Once again I begged Vegeta to annul our marriage, I felt the pressure that everyone was putting on my shoulders, and I didn't want to feel worthless anymore.

Vegeta didn't want to annul our marriage; he was a very strict Saiyan and believed that if I was his wife than I would be until the day of our death. Instead he gathered and imported some of the most intelligent scientist at the time.

I became a science experiment, tested on, taking all sort of aliens concoctions. But finally after almost two years of testing I was pregnant. It was a complicated birth; I had to spend months in bed rest. And I bled for the majority of the months.

Finally, after a gruesome birth, Vegeta was born. He became my everything, my whole world revolved around him, and I taught him everything I knew. Until… the day that Vegeta (Sr.) gave him up to that monster.

I resented him for years after that. My little boy growing up so far away and being taught by such an evil thing. It was probably because of my resentment that he gathered the scientists again. I was pregnant again after only a couple of months, this time not that difficult of a pregnancy, I'm not sure if it was because I was used to the first or simply because Tarble was just a nicer fetus. The boy was very weak in strength. From a young age he proved no interest in anything to do with fighting. And because of that Vegeta (Sr.) thought it best to send him to another planet.

I was completely livid when I found out. I had lost my two sons and there was nothing I could do." I realized that she was crying and I didn't know what to do. I stood up walking toward her and lightly grabbed her hand.

"But now you have both of your sons back." I whispered and she nodded.

"Tarble barely knows me…" she whispered, "and Vegeta… resents me for letting his father give him away… I don't know how to make him understand that if I had known what Vegeta (Sr.) planned I would have fled with him to another world."

"Maybe if you talk to him..." I said to her now hugging her, feeling her strong yet tender physique.

"I want to have that relationship I used to with him when he was a child but he is so closed off now."

"I'll admit that sometimes it's even hard for me to get him to put those walls down, even after all these years."

"But I have grandkids now," she said reassuringly, "and Bra is simply divine."

"I'll talk to Vegeta," I found myself saying, "I'll make him understand."

"Thank you Bulma, you don't know how much that would mean to me," she whispered.


(Vegeta's POV)

Neddo demonstrated what his team could do as I watched on the sidelines with my arms crossed. The team was strong, most of them could reach Super Saiyan, while others came rather close to ascending. But as I watched I knew Neddo wasn't showing full power.

"Neddo!" I called out and with the sound of my voice everyone stopped mid fight. Neddo walked over.

"Yes your majesty?"

"I want to talk to you alone, you may dismiss your team."

"Yes sir." He said and turned to the others, "You heard the King, everyone is dismissed until further notice."

I waited until everyone was gone to start walking, moving my finger to show him I wanted him to walk with me. He did, for a while until we reached the middle of the arena.

"Now we will go one on one." I let him know. He nodded before standing in his fight position. "You will give me everything you have." I let him know and he nodded.

Then the fight began. I'll admit that I barely give it my all, moving up to super Saiyan I struck him a couple of times. He was fast but I soon realized that he was faster but not showing it. I paused looking at him with eyes partly closed.

"I know you're holding back."

"I- I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't."

"Alright," he said standing up and allowing Super Saiyan 2 to take form. I knew then that this was his ultimate power.

"You can go super Saiyan 2 then. All right boy," I transformed into SS2 and his eyes grew wide.

"How? The power level I was reading for you wasn't…"

"It's a technique I learned on earth. It allows you to hide your true power level. I will teach it to you so that you will teach the others."

"Yes sir."

"And now, I will show you just a glimpse of what power I posses." He watched as I turned SS3 then SS4. I watched his eyes turn white and when I descended to formal form he bowed.

"Your majesty forgive me for thinking you were weak."

"Come with me boy, I have a question." I started walking with him behind, leading him to the lounge. "Are you the strongest Saiyan on At-40?"

"I am, although the only other Saiyan who has come close to defeating me is Barillious."

"Barillious?"

"Yes sir. We pretty much grew up together, we had the same teachers. But he would always defeat me in intelligence, while I barely defeated him in strength. The Queen your mother, wanted him to command the army, but he refused and I got the job."

"So who is stronger?" I asked him.

"The last time we sparred I barely beat him, and it's been almost a year since then. I know he trains alone, but I prefer to train as a team, that way we can all get stronger."

"I see." My thoughts flew to Barillious, I knew he was strong, but I didn't think he could go SS2. He's young, and smart, and my mother has a very attached relationship with him.

"Your majesty I am sorry to interrupt your thoughts but I have a question."

I looked at him with expecting eyes, somewhat guessing what he would ask me.

"What exactly do I have to do in order to court your daughter, Princess Bra?"

There was silence and I cracked my knuckles expectantly.

"We will discuss that later." I simply said, leaving him behind me and walking out.


Next chapter they will finally arrive at AT-40. YAY!

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