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Celipa ran around the palace, carrying food trays, bunches of clothing, and any documents that her King needed to sign. Why was she acting like the servant role she has been playing for the last seven years? Her father acknowledged her exist and even said that he was proud of her, shouldn't she be happy?

Even though she was no more than seven years of age, she even knew the question to that answer.

I'm a coward, a weakling. The little saiyan thought as she continued to scrub the floors of the Vegetasei's Palace hallways. The one time I show myself worth accounting for to my father, I retreat back to the nearest corner and hide my face like a scared kid. I'm a disgrace of a saiyan. Celipa was so deep in thought, that she didn't notice the shadow covering her petite body until the figure's hand poked her shoulder.

Startled, the saiyan princess reject jumped far away from the surpriser and put her hands above her face. Everything she did was out of seven grueling years of torture. Whenever she puts her guard down and someone decides to take advantage of it, she was taught to expect pain.

Feeling no contact and hearing no brutal insults and profanities turned towards her, she cautiously begun to lower her hands, only to put it down to her sides completely only to see the person who snuck up on her was that blue-haired earthling.

Getting back up, the little princess-reject dusted off her already tarnished outfit and walked back to the side of the Earth princess. Looking up, she asked, in her native tongue, "What is it?"

Not caring if she understood her or not, Bulma lifted up her scarred hand and presented it to the young saiyan princess. "Last time you saw this, you were fascinated by it. I figured you have got to know at least what this symbol means." she said with a sigh. "If you could tell me what it is, I could, maybe, find a way to get rid of it."

Celipa didn't listen to anything the exotic woman said as she stared at the tattoo plastered onto the palm of the Earth princess' creamy hand. She couldn't explain it, but every time she saw that carving, she felt herself go into some sort of trance. She felt her blood turn boiling hot inside her veins as a vicious pounding boomed inside her skull, causing the little girl to clutch her head.

"M-Make it s-stop," she moaned weakly as she fell down to her knees, her hands still covering her head. "Make it stop!" she demanded, a little louder.

"Make what stop? What are you talking about, Cel-" Bulma asked as she reached a hand towards the trembling girl on the floor. She reeled her hand back when she heard the small child's screams increase in volume and pitch. Closing up her sccarred hand, she was surprised to see the little girl stop screaming and get up as if nothing has happened.

"Tell me, Son-kun!" Bulma declared. She was, currently, in the middle of an empty hallway, cornering her saiyan friend. Shoving her marked hand at the taller man, she said, "What is this-" She looked back at it. "Thing! That burned my flawless skin!" A worried look shone in her eyes. "I hurt Celipa with it by just letting her look at it.

Taking some time to focus in on the tattoo engraved in his friend's hand, his eyes widened in shock before grabbing at it. Checking it over, once, twice, thrice times, he looked back at the face of the Earth princess and asked, "How did you get this?"

Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Why? Is it bad?"

Letting go of her hand, he put a hand behind his neck and shook his head. "No, but it isn't good either." he confessed. Putting a finger to his chin, he said, "At least, I don't think it's good. The last person who held that mark, created the first Super Saiyan."

Bulma crossed her arms and looked up at him in a questioning manner. "How is that bad? What I'm hearing, everyone wants to become a Super Saiyan."

The tall saiyan shook his head. "Not necessarily," he said. "If you become a Super Saiyan on your own, then yes, it's good. But if you use that," He pointed towards her hand. "To become such, it's going to be too much for the person to handle. I wasn't effected by it's power because I have better immunity than others, such as Celipa."

Looking back at her fisted up hand, she furrowed her eyebrows. "So, what you're telling me, is that this scar can make a saiyan achieve the highest acme of their power, and beyond, if he or she is powerful enough to withstand it's effects?" Goku nodded. "But what happens if they can't? Will they die or something?"

Her mentor didn't say anything.

Gasping, the blue-haired woman put her cursed hand over her chest and yelled, "So I could kill someone if they so much as look at this fucking tattoo? What kind of messed up culture is this?" Was all she said before turning on her heel and running away, all while screaming, "I HATE THIS FUCKING CURSE!"

The taller saiyan stood his ground until he saw his blue-haired friend round the corner and disappear. It's not a curse, B-chan. The last person who had it saved the saiyan race from extinction from the race that shares our planet with, the Tuffles. he thought with a frown. But what I don't understand is, why do you have the mark?

Leaving the thought at that, the older saiyan turned his body and walked towards the training facilty. If one of his closest friends harbors that mark, then she's going to be needing protection, lots of it. Someone that has that power over any living being, could be used as a weapon. And he knows a certain someone that could use that against him and the saiyan race.

I can't let Frieza get to you, Bulma.

Bulma slammed the door to her room and trudged onto the bed. Stupid curse, stupid mark, stupid fate. she thought begrudgingly. Why do I need to have this stupid tattoo? Why couldn't fate choose someone else to make their life a living hell? She let out an exasperated sigh. Kami knows mine is already.

Falling face first onto her soft mattress, Earth's princess released a muffled scream as she cried into her pillow like she usually did when she was younger. The purpose was to take out all of the frustration and angst that she experience during the day so that she won't have to sleep expecting any nightmares.

"But that only worked when I was 10, and that was nearly nine years ago." she said a loud once her screaming stopped and her face was turned away from her feather-stuffed cushion. Rolling onto her back, the bluenette raised a delicate, porcelain hand and let out sparks of her ki to dance on her fingertips, displaying a beautiful light show.

It helped with her control over her power, but it also soothed her to see such a beauteous sight. It was as if she was conjuring sparks of fire onto her hand and make it explode into billions of different colored sparks. Her self-entertainment was put to a halt when she heard her bedroom door open.

Not bothering to see who it was, she said, "Hey guys," She closed her eyes as she propped herself up on her elbows. "I got something to tell-" She cut herself off when she finally opened her eyes to see who has invaded her room so carelessly. Narrowing her eyes, she growled, "What the hell do you want?"

The saiyan smirked arrogantly as he crossed his arms. "Nothing that you could give me," he replied cooly. "Besides you're death threats and your meaningless insults."

Bulma gnashed her teeth at the annoying saiyan prince. "Shut the fuck up you fucking troll!"

The prince laughed. "See? Meaningless insults."

Signaling a sigh towards her yield, she lied back down onto her bed and asked, "What is it that you want, Vegeta? Cause I'm seriously not in the mood to argue with you." She lifted her tattooed palm up to her face. "Besides, I got more important things to take care of." she added under her breath.

This caused the prince to raise an eyebrow. "And what could be more important than my entertainment?"

Before she could realize what she said, she blurted out, "Something that can kill you without using any energy, you big ass!"

Rushing towards her with inexplicable speed, her towered over her lying down figure, his hands on either side of her waist, his legs pinning hers, and his face dangerously close. The awkwardness of their position was ignored by the saiyan, but the blue-haired Earthling was practically beet red. Never will she forgive those who make her blush so proficiently.

"H-Hey! Wh-What do you think you're-" She was cut off with a feral growl. Daring to look up, she gasped at the sight she saw. The look in the saiyan prince's eyes were filled with curiosity and anger, but what she didn't expect to see is the tiniest speck of desire.

"You are a fool if you think you could bring me to defeat without even showing some effort," The saiyan on top of her snarled. "I am the most powerful being you know and ever will know." He leaned in so that his nose and the woman underneath him was in contact. "How could you, a pathetically ailing human, defeat an almighty force that cannot be stopped?"

His words were deaf to the petrified woman's ears for all she could focus on is the closeness that the two were. If she so much as lets a breath in, her chest would be pressed up against him. If she so much as move her lips, she would be kissing him. Even moving in the slightest could cause her to go into an embarrassed fit.

Irritated by her lack of response, the prince growled. "Are you deaf? Haven't you heard a single word I have said, Wench? Fucking answer me!" he demanded in a low, husky tone.

Finally gathering enough courage to move, the blue-haired beauty was about to lift her scarred hand, but the action caused her head to move and, (un)fortunately for her, her lips to collide with his. The two stayed frozen, each as shocked as the other. Both forgot of the previous argument that happened only moments ago as they stared into each other's eyes.

S-Shit! I'm kissing VEGETA! Why can't I move? Bulma thought as her mind sent signals to various places in her body to preform some sort of action, but didn't get much out of it. Her mind and body were denying to think alike which only caused the frozen girl to remain in her spot underneath the prince above her.

Come on! Move! Just raise your hands and push that bastard on top of you! Why can't you-

Her mind immediately shut up when she felt warm, smooth lips move over hers. Not caring about that naggy voice at the back of her head, she responded towards his daring action by pushing her lips onto his with bruising force as her arms found its way around his muscular neck.

Vegeta's mind was numb as he only focused in on how sweet and luscious this woman's lips tasted. Snaking a tongue out of his mouth, he licked her bottom lip before nibbling on the soft flesh, enticing a small whimper to come out of the blue beauty. Gradually opening her mouth, she swirled her tongue around her saiyan's as her hands found its way to his silky, raven locks and tugged on it.

Both were too far in to notice the door opening suddenly, but immediately stopped their actions when a scream boomed throughout the room. Looking towards the entrance, only now did the two previously making out couple realize what they just done. Jumping away from each other as if they touched fire, the two stood in horror at what had just commenced a few seconds ago.

Before either could do anything, the person that barged in on them slammed the door and yelled, "What the hell was that!" Bulma looked towards her onyx-haired girl friend with indescribable eyes. She had no idea how to explain what happened, nor did she even know why it did.

"Chi, I have no-"

Facing her red faced friend, the mated woman rushed towards her with concern evident in her eyes. "Bulma! What happened? Did that asshole force himself on you?" She narrowed her eyes as she faced said 'asshole'. "I hope you like black and blue, cause you're going to be wearing it for a while!" she promised before dropping into a fighting stance.

Before Bulma could say anything to stop her, the protective, black-haired woman lunged at the still shocked man with a look of determination to keep to her promise she made to the man. Before her best friend could get herself killed, the blue haired princess jumped in between them.

"CHI!" she yelled once she saw her friend screech to a halt. "Nothing happened. Don't go and-"

"Nothing happened? NOTHING HAPPENED? That asshole," she glared at the man over her friend's shoulder. "Forced himself upon you! If I didn't come in when I did, you would've been raped! RAPED!"

Bulma sweat dropped at her friend's vast imagination. "I don't think I would've allowed myself to have unwilling sex, Chi." she clarified. "And he didn't force himself upon me, I-" The bluenette cut herself off. Kami, what excuse can she use? Before she could even think over what she was going to say, she blurted out, "I seduced him."

"WHAT?"

Kami, what humiliation she brought upon herself.

I know, I know. It's too short, eh? But at least there is some B/V action going on! ^^; Not exactly my best chapter.

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