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Chapter Fourteen

After Bulma ate some really nice food and taking some to go, she and Zarbon went to some different shops. The first one was for her new spandex mission suits. They were all navy blue and had long sleeves with long pants. They then went to get her measured for new mission armor. They would be back there on their way out to give them time to make a few custom mission armor. Now they were at a formal wear store and shopping for a dress for her next mission dealing with the Saiyans. Zarbon picked a few dresses for her to try on and she chose a few others. The first was a dark green; floor length dress that they decided looked good on the hanger but didn't go with her colors. The next one was a form fitting, scoop neck that had a cut up to the thigh. Bulma didn't like the fabric it was made out of because it was too itchy. The next one was a short dress that was a sweet heart neckline and an a-line skirt. It was black and fit all the right places. They decided to get that one and the last one which was a navy blue, off the shoulder, floor length princess gown with gems around the waist. When they were done, Bulma walked around as Zarbon carried the few bags of things she had gotten. "Bulma? What are you looking for?"

"An electronics shop. I need to see if they have something I need." Zarbon rolled his eyes. He could never figure out how she could go from a girly girl who loves dresses to a female who gets down and dirty with machines, but that's Bulma. "I think this is it." She said turning into a shop full off all sorts of hand held gizmos. Bulma looked around and down through each isle.

"Excuse me ma'am, could I help you?" Bulma turned to see a scrawny yellow man with pitch black hair and bright orange eyes. This man wasn't from around here. She had seen others much like him on other planets. They were not to be messed with because they may look like they could be snapped in two by just one touch but they could probably snap Recoome in half with a good fight.

"Yes. I'm looking for something that deals with radar technology. Do you sell anything like that?"

"You're just in luck. We just got a shipment of some new things. We don't have many of them but with the right price, you could have one in your hands when you walk out of the shop."

"First I have to see it."

"I wouldn't expect otherwise." He said with a smirk and lead Bulma to the back, leaving Zarbon behind to stand at the front of the shop. He was never one to be interested in such things. "Now, you have your choice of three." He opened one box and there were two pocket size gadgets and a smaller one. "These radars can be programmed to track things or people. To program it, all you need to do is get a sample and insert it into the little scanner here. As long as that sample is in there, it will be able to track whatever the sample came from. This other one," he pointed to the smaller one, "doesn't need a sample to be inside of it. All It needs to do is scan the item and it will be able to track it."

"How much for the smallest?" Bulma asked looking at it more thoroughly. She could probably improve it even more.

"Well, because it's so rare I would usually sell it for twenty Quad but, since you're such a pretty lady, if you are willing to spend a night with me, I'll sell it to you for half that."

"I'll give you ten Quad but without the night with you." Bulma said smirking

The man gagged as if he had tasted something repulsive. "You can't be serious. No. It's either or. No in between."

"Here's how this is going to work since you don't want ten Quad. I'll give you three Quad and you can keep your pathetic life."

The man scowled but it wasn't intimidating at all. It was almost too much to keep from laughing at the face he made. "I don't think so. You don't know what I am. Do you?"

"I know perfectly well what you are. You obviously don't know who I am." The man studied her for a few seconds. She knew that he recognized her when his face turned into perfect panic.

"Y..you…you're." He stumbled through his words.

"That's right. Now, will you want to take the three Quad or die?"

"Here." His voice said two octaves higher than it was. "You can have it. On the house. I'm sss so sss sorry for my actions." The sales man then handed her the radar and when she took it, immediately brought his hand back close to him.

"Thank you." Bulma said with a smile that looked so innocent. "But really, you need some payment. I can't just take it. That would look like I'm stealing it." She then pulled out her card. "Show me to your dispenser. They both went back to the front and Bulma slid her card, giving the man only gave the man one grand. "Now, next time, don't try anything with me except business. I'm not someone you want to get on the wrong side of."

"It will never happen again." He said quickly.

Bulma left with her head held high. "What was that all about?" Zarbon asked following her out of the store.

"That little idiot tried to get me to sleep with him and then threatened me. I just showed him that he didn't want to mess with me." Bulma then went to the armor shop and picked up her new armor. It was navy blue with black and gold accents and on her left breastplate there was Frieza's logo. Her boots were black with golden tips and her navy blue gloves were fingerless and went to her elbow. "Thank you. You did nice work. And, if it holds up in my next missions, I'll come back and do some more business with you." Bulma said admiring the handy work. The man smiled and Bulma left. Zarbon took the bag it was in and followed her. "Well, I say let's eat and then go back to the ship. What do you think?" She knew that they had been gone all day and her stomach was starting to be in pain because she hadn't eaten anything since lunch.

"That sounds splendid." They walked into the nearest food joint and had dinner before leaving the planet to go to Frieza's ship.

Vegeta was now stressing about where Bulma might be. She hadn't said anything and Vegeta was starting to think of the worst. He was pacing in his temporary training room. Raditz and Nappa hadn't stood a chance when they spared earlier and so they were both in the regen tanks. Had they sent her away to die? Maybe they were torturing her. Vegeta decided that these thoughts weren't good for him and so he decided that sleep would be much better. He left the training room and as soon as he did, he saw a flash of Blue hair. "It was fun. I got my new armor and it's great." He heard Bulma say. Vegeta let out a sigh of relief. She was ok. He couldn't think of what would happen if she wasn't. "No, not much. Most of it was for the armor." It made him wonder who he was talking to. "Come on, I really need to train. I haven't all day." There was silence. The person who she was talking to was probably talking. "Ok. Good night." He then heard footsteps and figured that she was coming down the hall. When she turned the corner, she wasn't looking up and so she didn't see him. He stood a few feet away from the door to her training room. She opened the door still lost in thought and he went in after her. The door closed right behind him. Vegeta watched as Bulma still hadn't noticed him and he thought he could use this to his advantage. He snuck up behind her. It wasn't until he was about to touch her that he could smell her. She didn't have that white haired one on her at all. Who was she talking to? He smelled the intoxicating scent of the blue Saiyan and couldn't help himself. He grabbed her arm and spun her around, kissing her before she even had time to react.

Bulma's thoughts came to a halt as she felt someone or something grab her arm and spin her. When she felt lips against her, she immediately knew who it was. She could recognize those anywhere. They were of the stupid Saiyan Prince. She tried to struggle but he persisted and backed her up against a wall. A tongue licked her bottom lip and Bulma lost her train of thought.

Vegeta inwardly praised himself for getting this far with her. He deepened the kiss and wrapped his tail around her. He heard a vibrating from her throat as if she were purring. He smirked and started trailing kisses down her neck.

Bulma closed her eyes not wanting to come back to reality. As the kisses trailed to the junction of her throat and her shoulder, she felt the urge to bite down on his neck. He started nipping and a tightening around her waist brought her back to reality. This was the Saiyan Prince! How could she let it get so far? She had to stop it. Bulma pushed his away but it wasn't forceful. The Prince growled but went back to her lips.

Vegeta was disappointed that that's how far he would get but was glad that he was making improvements. All he needed to do was get her to want him and not just her body. She was trying to fight the Saiyan instincts.

Bulma all but melted back in his arms. She tried to convince herself that it was wrong but it felt too right. There was a sudden change in the air that brought Bulma out of the trance. She pushed the prince away with actual force and when he backed off, she saw lust in his eyes along with being lost and almost some worry. But why? Bulma backtracked in her thoughts. "How did you get in here?"

"You let me in." Vegeta said in a husky voice. "You shouldn't ever let your guard down like that. There are things out there that will take advantage of that and you would be in serious trouble."

"I'm not weak." She almost pouted when saying it.

Vegeta took a step towards her causing her to back up against the wall again. "I never said you were. You have been a challenge to me for longer than you can remember. Which, for you, is way linger than you think. When I first net you, you were living on the streets and owed everyone money. You worked at a tavern, cleaning after everyone left just to have a place to sleep at night. I told my parents that we were going to take you in because I saw that life had dealt you a rotten hand so I was going to give you a second chance. My mom saw the same thing in you. We had dinner that night and she brought up the legend of the Blue Saiyan. It wasn't until then that I realized you were her. After that, I trained you. You lived at the palace. Unfortunately I had to leave to go through Saiyan training camp. I was gone for years. You weren't allowed to socialize with anyone because my parents feared that if people knew the legend was true, others would use it to their advantage. Somehow it got out and you were fed up with being alone. You ran away and were captured, taken here and had your memory taken. I was alerted of your disappearance and tried looking for you everywhere. It challenged me and many years later, I still hadn't given up and that's when Frieza contacted us. I recognized Zarbon as the one who took you. I had to get you back. Bulma Briefs, I need you back. You have to remember these things. Or at least believe me. Trust me."

Bulma looked into his eyes and there wasn't any hint of deception in them. Maybe he was telling the truth. But then that meant that everything she knew was a lie. Everything. Did Jeice know any of this? Who all did?

The prince stared into her eyes hoping that she would believe him. "You're telling me the truth. Aren't you?" Vegeta nodded. "What's my legend?"

Vegeta sat next to where she was against the wall and Bulma sat, leaning her head against his shoulder. "There is said that a female with blue hair is to be born. If she is lead to the path if good, she will bring a new era to planet Vegeta-Si of even greater prosperity than ever before. But, if she is brought up on the path of destruction then she will be the death and destruction to every single last Saiyan alive. That is, unless the Super Saiyan stops her. The Super Saiyan is supposed to be the strongest being in the universe."

"Really? I'm going to be the death of every single Saiyan?" Bulma didn't know why this sounded so familiarly strange. "Or I'm supposed to be the greatest thing that has ever happened to the Saiyans."

"It's not too late to switch sides. On the dark path that you're going right now, you're not going to like the outcome."

"And what about this Super Saiyan? They couldn't be that strong. There is no way they could be stronger than Frieza. Neither Zarbon, nor I have ever come to a fraction of his full power. He's only let us seen it once. It was only us too. Every other one that has seen it has died."

"His full power?"

"Yeah. What you can see on your scouter right now, that's nothing. He can transform. He has this form and three others. There isn't anyone stronger than him except his older brother, Cooler. Don't tell Frieza I said that though. They have this awful sibling rivalry. Rumor has it that Cooler has another form, one ten times stronger than his fourth form. There can't be a Saiyan that's the strongest in the universe."

Vegeta was shocked to say the least about what was just said. Frieza had other forms. He had a brother who was stronger than him and has rumors saying that there is even a form past that. Vegeta, who was supposed to become a Super Saiyan was supposed to be the strongest being in the universe. How was he supposed to surpass all of that? There was no doubt that he couldn't just become a Super Saiyan. There was a key to it that no one knew. All he did know was that it was his job to make sure she switched sides or else he would be responsible for the destruction of the universe.

Bulma took the prince's silence as a good thing. This silence wasn't awkward but comfortable. It was strange because the silence between her and most of 'the guys' was very awkward and she had grown up with them. "Do you really believe those stories?"

"Hted Ltnu" He said speaking in his native tongue.

"What?"

"I really need to teach you the language." Vegeta sighed hoping that she would remember their native tongue. "It means that I believe it until I die."

"And you really believe that I'm the Blue Saiyan."

"Well, you are the only blue colored Saiyan out there that is full blooded."

Bulma sighed. This wasn't what she came here for. She came here to train. Not to make out with the Saiyan prince and then have him convince her that her whole life that she remembers is a lie. "Do you know what time it is?"

"No. It's late though."

"I know that. It was late when I got back. Now I don't have time for this. I have to make a radar and make it program ready. I have to read up on my next mission. I have to do all these things tonight."

"Why?"

"It would look bad if I put it off. I have to do all I can to keep my spot. Even if what you said is true. I still have to be the best around here. They can't know anything that goes on between me and you. Not even your buddies."

"It's not like I tell them anything anyway."

"Why did you bring them? It's obvious that you don't train with them."

"My father's idea. If it were up to me I would have brought Turles or Kakarot. They were my sparing partners back on Vegeta-Si."

"Why couldn't you have a say?"

"You don't know my father. He's the one that wanted you hidden in the first place."

"No wonder I ran away. The life you described, I wouldn't want that. Here, I have the guys. I have for many years. There, I had nothing so I had nothing to lose."

Vegeta smirked and chuckled. "You sound like you remember what happened."

Bulma didn't but she tried to put herself in the shoes of the supposed younger her. She pulled a piece of her hair in front of her and started twirling it, examining it. It was long and almost reached her hip. She couldn't remember a time that it was any shorter or longer than it was now. It was always proportional to her body and always ended right above her hip. It was the same light blue as her tail.

Vegeta watched her and couldn't help but smile a true smile. Maybe he was turning this around. Maybe he finally made the break that he had been trying to. When she was in deep thought she would bite her lip and her eyebrows would scrunch up when she was trying to figure something out. Her eyes would focus in on some small little detail. He wished that he could know what she was thinking about.

"What would you do?" She asked pausing though she knew she would have no answer until she specified. "If you were in my situation. All your life you had to be the best and prove yourself, killing for a living, having only a few guys that you could depend on because you grew up with them. And I came along telling you the story you're telling me. What would you do?"

"Honestly I don't know. I've never thought of it that way. But, I would probably laugh in your face and be done with it. Then, when you persisted I would probably make advancements towards you because of how beautiful you are."

Bulma rolled her eyes. "I'm being serious here." She playfully hit him on the shoulder. "I have a boyfriend."

"That you love enough to kiss me three times now and have no regrets." It was more of a statement than a question. "Face it. You're just not in the relationship because of him. You were getting lonely and he was the best one out of the whole ship. But, now that you've met me, your instincts are kicking in."

"What instincts?"

"All Saiyans desire to be around other Saiyans. It's in your nature."

Bulma thought back to the past few times that she and Jeice spent time together. It hadn't felt the same as it had before. His kisses were almost as if she were kissing Dodoria. And when he said that he would wish to spend all of eternity with her, it just wasn't warming and welcoming. It was distant and cold. Was it because of what the Saiyan prince was saying? But then why him? Why not Raditz or Nappa? Why was her body reacting to him? "Why you then? Why not the other two?"

"First, Nappa has a mate and is a man of honor. Second, they both already see you as my intended."

"Your intended? Intended for what?"

"Courtship and future mating."

Bulma barely held back her laugh but couldn't help the chuckle she let out. "They think that you and I are going to be mates? That has to be one of the funniest things I've ever heard. Why would they think that?"

"Because when you go and socialize with them, they can smell me on you. Saiyans have high sense of smell that most others don't. It's not anything bad most of the time. It's just a scent that everyone has."

Bulma was no longer interested in her hair anymore and let it fall out of her grasp, landing on her shoulder. "Two days." She knew that it was sort of off topic but then again, her mind had been everywhere for the past few minutes. "Until you three leave. It definitely wasn't the month that I had expected."

"What did you expect?"

"I expected uncivilized people that were brute strength and no intelligence. I pictured myself babysitting you three like you were little children that didn't know how to do anything."

"Well, obviously you were lied to. And it obviously wouldn't be the first time either." Vegeta stood and held his hand out to Bulma.

"What?"

"I thought you wanted to train tonight. We haven't finished your training of your tail. Although I do believe I sped it up in our last spar. I want to see where you are in it."

Bulma nodded, taking his hand and walking over to the gravity controls. "Five Hundred. The same as last time." She told him and immediately felt the pressure and was thankful that she was near a wall so she wouldn't fall. "But let me get used to it first."

Vegeta smirked and walked over and grabbed her hands helping her walk forward. When they both got to the middle of the room, he set her right hand on his shoulder and placed his on her waist, keeping a hold of the other hand. "I'm going to teach you a very famous waltz that is done at least once if not, twice at every ball that the palace. It will help you get used to the gravity. Just follow my lead." And so they danced to the nonexistent music and twirled around the room.

Bulma, despite the intense gravity, felt light on her feet as they danced. A few times he had lifted her up and they had locked eyes. This felt so right being in his arms. Why? She didn't know but it made sense if that the prince said was true. When they stopped, she looked up slightly to see him smirking down at her. "Are you used to it?" Bulma nodded. "Good." He said leaning down and quickly stole a kiss. What was with them today? That was twice today! And she was gone for most of it. As soon as the kiss started, it ended and Bulma let out a slight whimper in protest although she didn't mean it. That's what she kept telling herself afterwards anyway. It made the prince smirk even wider and step back. "Hit me." Bulma became confused as he stood with his arms out and his eyes locked with her. It was then that she realized that his tail wasn't around his waist anymore but swaying behind him. "Hit me woman." He said more authoritatively and she went to hit him but right before she made contact, her wrist was grabbed and she was flipped on her back, pinned to the ground. "Hit me!" He said again standing up. Bulma phased behind him but was grabbed as soon as her arm was pulled back and thrown across the room, hitting the wall. "I said hit me!" the prince yelled.

Bulma was slacking. Letting her emotions getting in the way of her fighting. He was glad that she was conflicted but had to get it out of her, have her focus on fighting despite what else was going on in life. He saw it coming each time. One punch aimed at his face, another at the back of his head, and another at his shoulder. "Concentrate and hit me." Vegeta dodged and always got her punch against her.

The Blue Saiyan was becoming frustrated. She had to hit him. Just had to. She focused on this one and walked right up to him. She knew it caught him off guard by the confusion on his face and when she dropped and hit his leg hard, she smirked as he stumbled. "Now, was that so hard?" He asked smirking and phased behind her hitting her back near her tail. It pushed her forward but she didn't feel the pain that usually came with it. It still hurt but it was bearable like all of the other punches she has endured. Quickly getting back on track, she kicked high and made contact with the prince's jaw.

Vegeta was shocked at how fast she had recovered but proud that she had made this much progress in such a short amount of time. He didn't like that it was because he had focused on the major nerves on her back and then broke her tail to get her this far but he had to do something in her moment of temporary insanity. He had to dodge a few punches and kicks until he found another opening. He immediately went for it and kicked under her tail.

Bulma saw it coming but didn't dodge it because she wanted to know if they were really done training the muscles around her tail. When the boot hit, it was extremely painful but it was only painful because it was the tip of the boot that had hit her and it would have hurt that much no matter where it hit on her body. She was thrown to the floor and when she felt the air move, she threw up a punch straight up and it collided with the Prince's chest. "It's no longer my weakness." She said kneeing him in the face.

"But you have a new one." Vegeta said with a smirk seeing her confused expression. He walked up to her. "Me." He said bringing her chin up and collided his lips with hers.

Bulma took a while to figure out what had happened. He had said him. He wasn't a weakness of hers and she would prove it. She pulled back. "Nope." Bulma said kneeing him in his gut, making him bend over at his hips. She saw this as an opportunity and flipped him onto his back and pinned him down. "But I'm your weakness." She said getting off of him and walking to the door. "I've had enough for tonight. I need some sleep." When she put in her code, the gravity turned off and allowed the door to open. "I suggest you get some sleep too. Tomorrow is your last full day on this ship."

Vegeta watched her leave and he was still lying on his back. He was right. She was his weakness and until he knew for a fact that she was on his side, she could use that to her advantage. It wasn't good at all. He left, heading to his room, and saw Raditz walk out of his room. "Prince Vegeta, may I have a word?"

He nodded and had them both go into his own room. "What is it?"

"I've gotten some information regarding the whereabouts of Bulma for the past day. She has been on a planet not too far away and went shopping. She got many things: armor, dresses, and other things that aren't interesting. What is interesting though is that she was sent to buy a tracker of some sort. I believe that they called it a radar. It's supposed to be programmed to track one specific thing but I didn't get news on what she's supposed to program it for." Vegeta knew about the shopping by listening to the conversation she had with who knows right before he had gone into her training room. He didn't know about this new stuff. It intrigued him to say the least. "I would like any information that you can get in the next two days on this radar thing. I'll try and get it out of her but you'll have to work for your information too."

"Understood." Raditz then smirked.

"What?"

"You've been with her, recently and romantically?"

"Nothing happened. I just may have gotten through to her. That's all."

"Oh really? How?"

"we sat down and talked. We spared. And since you really want me to say it, yes we did kiss." Raditz seemed disappointed but still smirked. It was fun to be like this with his prince. There weren't many times that he could back home."Now go to sleep." Raditz left with a knowing smirk. Vegeta fell on his bed and had pleasant dreams of a blue haired female.

Bulma walked into her room and was immediately greeted by candles and a romantic setting. Arms wrapped around her and lips kissed her cheek. She could tell that it was Jeice. "Hello there beautiful."

"Hey Jeice. What's this all for?"

"Our one month anniversary. I thought I should make it special. We can just lie here and cuddle if that's all you want to do." Bulma nodded tiredly and followed him to the bed. She cuddled up next to him feeling as if he wasn't there at all and fell asleep having pleasant dreams about a prince of all Saiyans.

AN: Happy Halloween! I don't really get to do much today. I'm mostly on a bus on my way to California so I thought I would do some updating. Now, I know that lots of my readers don't live in the United States. I've been wondering. Do other countries celebrate Halloween? If they do, how do you celebrate it? Just a question I have. Anyway, this is a longer chapter to make up for my shorter ones I've been posting lately. I'm getting so close to the part of the story I want to be at. I'm so excited.

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