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The feast continued as Bulma and Broly took their seats at the opposite end of the table from the royalty. Many of the King's advisors watched Bulma as she stared down at her food. Their eyes wandered across her chest and down to the nether regions of her body that were unfortunately for them, covered. Her face only showed confusion, but her mind was filled with other emotions. How could he come back from the dead? Will he be the same as when he left for Frieza's ship? Is she still the same person he left alone on his home planet?

Bulma looked up from her plate to see four old men undressing her with their eyes. It made her uncomfortable, but she was more worried about other things. Her head moved slightly to the side so she could look at the other end of the table. Surprisingly two onyx orbs stared back at her. Vegeta's position mirrored hers.

As they reached deep within each other's souls Bulma came up empty, but Vegeta came up with more than he expected. Bulma hesitantly pulled her eyes away from his and leaned into Broly.

She whispered, "I'm not feeling very well. Please escort me back to my quarters."

Broly nodded. He informed her to wait while he addressed the King. Bulma smiled as sweetly as she could.

Broly stood and walked down the long row of seats toward the head of the table. Vegeta watched as he approached. Something was not right. Broly tried not to look at Vegeta the entire time he was in the room. What was going on?

King Vegeta cut off his conversation with his mate so Broly could speak.

"King Vegeta, Bulma has informed me that she is not feeling well. She requests to be excused," he bowed.

Prince Vegeta looked toward his father. He couldn't approve of her leaving since this is the first time he has seen her in years. Vegeta pleaded with his father through his eyes not to let her leave, but to no avail.

"She may leave, but stay close to her Broly. There are some people here that would love to take her from us. Keep her safe," he demanded. The King would not let the only girl he treated like a daughter to be taken from him.

"As you wish, my King," Broly placed a fist over his heart and turned to walk back to the waiting ball of emotion.

Prince Vegeta slammed his fist on the table sending chills down every one's spine. He saw the way Broly looked at Bulma and took her arm in his. He barely kept his anger under control so the two could leave the room.

He turned his animalistic eyes to his father. "How could you do that?"

King Vegeta watched as his son lost his control. "Vegeta calm down. What are you talking about?"

His beast was begging to be set free, but the proud prince would not allow it. He tried to settle his fury, but failed when he pictured Bulma and Broly together.

"How could you let that low-class Saiyan protect her? You said nothing would happen to her while I was gone. You have allowed some idiot to guard her who doesn't deserve to lick my boots," he roared. "You have also put her in danger by inviting these perverts to our palace," he pointed towards the advisors.

"I should have blasted them all to the next dimension just for looking in her direction when she entered the room. Their eyes are not worthy to look upon her," he scowled.

Queen Cecila stood to face her son. "Vegeta, settle down this instant. They have done no harm to Bulma and if we have anything to do with it, they never will. As for Broly, he has done an excellent job of guarding Bulma ever since you left. Now calm down!" she ordered.

Prince Vegeta's expression softened, but no one could tell except himself. "I'll be around if I'm needed," he said while making his way out of the dining hall.

Reesha watched in awe as Vegeta lost his cool. She thought to herself, "This Bulma must mean much more to him then I thought."

Bulma entered her room alone after telling Broly that she would be fine. Her room was dark from the night that flowed through her open balcony door. She wanted to keep the lights off so she could cry where no one could see her.

She took the hair pins out of her blue locks and let them fall freely down her back. Bulma walked out to her balcony and stared into the lonely night sky. It was void of any stars on this night, but it didn't matter to her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she kept her sobs low so no one could hear them.

Her eyes looked beyond the training facilities that were located below her quarters and to the sparkling creek just beyond it. It ran beside a small lake.

She remembered the day Vegeta admitted that he had feelings for her. He became enraged when she wouldn't tell him who she cared for. He almost ruined her favorite dress, but she knew he would have had a better one made for her.

Bulma had made up her mind. She wanted to go to the lake. The roof to the training facilities was directly under her balcony so she decided to be daring. She hiked up her dress so her legs could bend easily without ripping it. She jumped fifteen feet to the roof below after removing her heels.

Bulma looked around the quiet compound for any straggling warriors. The night was quiet and empty. She looked down to the ground and estimated her jump would be a little farther then before. She carefully glided to the edge of the roof and closed her eyes. It only took a few seconds for her to make up her mind. She jumped twenty five feet to the soft grass below her. As she landed her knees buckled and she fell on her stomach. Good thing her dress wasn't damaged too much.

Bulma raced from building to building so none of the sleeping guards would detect her. After training for years she had become good at sneaking around the palace without being caught.

She reached the small lake within five minutes and looked around for solitude. No one was around. Bulma began to slip her dress off when she felt a light touch on her shoulder.

Her heart jumped. She quickly clasped the dress back around her neck and turned to face the person behind her. Her body was crouched into a defense stance even though it was so dark that she couldn't see a soul.

"Who's there?" she asked. No one answered.

Bulma continued to look around the bank. "I'm not some helpless female so if I were you, I would get out of here now," she threatened.

Behind the curtain of blackness a strong Saiyan watched as the female brushed off the feeling of someone watching her. She took one last look around and began to undress once again.

Her pale curves were plainly in sight of any Saiyan with good senses. Oh, how he wanted to reach out and touch her body. How could he get her to be his?


Who is watching Bulma? What will happen when Vegeta and Bulma finally speak? Review!