Hey guys! Here is the next chapter. I got an idea from someone and I ran with it. It just happens to be the thing I was looking for. So thank you for that.
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Bulma finished the bottle of wine and Vegeta is still isn't out of the bathroom. His ki is still there, but it's not moving around. Raditz and Nappa told her not to bother him. Kakarrot came out of his room and is trying his best to keep Bulma from thinking about him. To be honest, the Saiyans are used to this. They are normally late getting home. Bulma has always wondered why, now she is regretting it.
The Sons have started to play a game from earth that involves cards to pass the time. Bulma is great this game. She is winning game after game. Raditz is blaming it on beginners lucky. Nappa leans against the wall and watches with his arms crossed. The scientist knows he has been talking to Vegeta and isn't telling her anything.
"Come on, not another game Bulma. You can't will all of them." Raditz throws his cards on the table in defeat. Bulma simply sighs and gives her cards to her twin.
"This game is so easy, Radz. I'm wondering how you haven't figured it out yet." She comments.
"This is fun, Aren't you having fun Raditz?" Kakarrot asks in hopes to stop this outburst. He turns and glares at the younger Saiyan.
"Does it look like it?" he snaps at him. Nappa clears his throat and everyone turns and looks at him.
"Bulma has been card counting. A technique that most humans don't appreciate. It's not cheating but it gets annoying. Takes awhile to learn how to count cards. " The older Saiyan informs them. Bulma's face pales as she looks at him. She learned how to play cards with the group from earth. Now he has pretty much told them that she has had contact with earth. Raditz growls and slams his fists into the table.
"Where the hell did you learn that?" he asks angered. She looks at him and takes a breath.
"I'm a Saiyan genius. I tend to do the impossible, Raditz. That's what Saiyans do." Bulma defends herself. Then she smirks. "I mean most Saiyans, cause you wouldn't know." This pisses her brother off more. He flips the table over and walks over to her. Bulma has to hold in laughter at his attempt at being scary.
Meanwhile, Vegeta is leaning against the open door frame of the bathroom. He is all cleaned up and in his royal blue pants and shirt. Under his arm is his armor that has is royal crest over the heart. He is smirking at the show the oldest Son is causing. His tail is hanging down and resting on the ground. The prince is still pretty tired from the beating, but he will not show weakness to his men. Vegeta leans there with his arms crossed listening to Raditz tries to yell at the girl. Her hair is messed up but she does care right now. Her pale white face is smooth calm as she looks up at her brother. She isn't cowering to him or anything. A normal Saiyaness would put him in his place. But she knows she doesn't need to. Her body is relaxed. The tail is wave waging slowly to prove she is. 'She is different, and truly a mystery.' He thinks again. This thought had been running through his brain the last hour. That along with why she did it. Saiyans stand up for their Prince, it's a loyalty thing. But this seems different. His eyes move up her slowly. 'Watching Frieza touch her made me want to kill him then and there. It wasn't right.' His eyes linger on her chest longer than they should. 'She can't wear spandex, it's a distraction.' He defends his gaze as he moves his eyes away from her.
"Bulma, I swear to Kami…" Raditz yells at his sister. She is getting really bored of this. Bulma holds up her finger and makes him shut up as she stands up.
"Shut up, Radz. I won't card count anymore." She says as she moves him out of her way. A smile appears on her face when she sees Vegeta in the door way. "Hey, I take this as we can go." Vegeta nods and looks at Nappa.
"Where are the others?" he asks, Bulma can barely hear the weakness in his voice.
"Almost home, they had a hour head start." Nappa tells him.
"Ok, then let's go." Vegeta says and he makes his way to the hall. He leads the group of Saiyans to the docking bay. Bulma see people snicker when they see Vegeta holding his armor. She knew people didn't think highly of her race, but this is stupid. The next solider that snickered was as tall lean orange alien with no teeth to speak of. The blue haired Saiyaness quickly garbs the man's armor and yanked him down to her level as his scouter read her high ki level. The man stopped laughing and started to shake like a dog.
"You shut the hell up before you lose the rest of that mouth of yours." She threatened. Bulma would never do it, but the way she said it made the man nod and not talk for the rest of the night. She glares into his eyes. Her ki no higher than Vegeta's, but it still freaked him out. The group has stopped and waited for her show to be finished. The prince has crossed his arms.
"Girl, now that you have proven your point. We need to get back. You and I have a schedule that we cannot reschedule." Vegeta states bored. Bulma looks over to her prince and smiles as she let's go of the man's collar.
"Cool." Bulma comments as she begins to walk in pace of her prince. They get on the only Saiyan ship in the docking bay with no issues. "Why didn't we take this one on our mission, Vegeta?" she asks as she smells the air in the ship. It smells almost like home.
"We can't take the ship on missions unless we have five or more people in our mission." He informs her as he sits in the captain seat as he starts the prep process.
"Well, now you have five. Instead of dealing with that creep, you know what ship to take." Bulma says as she hops into a chair.
"Sure, whatever." Vegeta brushes her off as he works. That comment upsets her. She looks at her twin brother in hopes he can explain. But all he does is shrugs his shoulder.
"Is this normal?" Bulma asks the rest of them through their link. No one answers her. She looks at Nappa and he ignores her. Bulma finds this strange. So she sits there and the chair playing with her scouter as the silences grows. The ship is only two rooms and a bathroom, and one of the rooms is a bedroom. So Bulma is stuck in the room with everyone not talking. She can feel everyone's uneasiness. Vegeta seems pissed off and that's making everything else worse. The Saiyaness directs her attention to the scouter.
She takes it apart and exams it. If she can figure out how it works, she might be able to be able to expand her sensing and make it more exact. Or just improve it. The components are simple enough that Bulma change some things around and have it work the same way.
Vegeta focuses on getting the ship home. Normally there is an issue with it slows the ship some way. Plus he really doesn't want to deal with his thoughts right now. 'Frieza is planning something. He would have killed her for intervening.' But what is the question. 'I could barely follow her movement. She is stronger than she is letting on and he knows this.' Vegeta remembers the look on her face as the Icejin was getting ready to strike him. 'What was that? And Frieza's face when she touched his arm. There was a smirk.' Vegeta shakes his head. He really doesn't want to think about what he has planned for her. 'I am not worried about her well being. That's stupid.' Vegeta turns his head and finds everyone sitting in their normal seats. Raditz next to him as copilot, Nappa next to the sonar, Kakarrot and the girl are just sitting in the two middle seats. He is asleep and she has her head down. Vegeta stares at the blue hair that is falling around her face as her little hands move around as they change wires around on her scouter. 'She has already figured out how to improve her scouter.' He thinks. Vegeta feels a set of eyes on him. He looks up at Nappa with a blank face.
"Your trying real hard." he comments with pure sarcasm. There is a smirk on Nappa's face as he watches his young prince's reaction. Vegeta frowns and eyes narrow.
"I have no idea what you're talking about Nappa." The prince protests.
"My prince, I have seen many of young Saiyans grow up. You're in the very stage where you pick your…" Nappa tries to speak with his prince, but Vegeta doesn't want to hear it.
"Nappa shut your mouth. I am the Prince, I have more control over my body than any other Saiyan. And I don't choose to mate so that means I won't." Vegeta glares at the older Saiyan.
"Vegeta, no one can control the natural course of every Saiyan before then. You are drawn to her because of her strength, beauty and brains. A perfect match to bare the next high royal prince…" Nappa starts again.
"Kami damn it! She is the ugliest Saiyan that ever existed, Nappa. Have you ever heard of a blue Saiyan before?" Vegeta even had a hard time getting that statement out. Nappa just rolls his eyes.
"Sure Prince, your father was the exact same way when it came to you mother." He informs him and Vegeta is tired of this topic, so he cuts it off and growls aloud. Everyone except Bulma looks up. They look at him and he frowns harder.
"What are you looking at?" he snaps out right before he turns back around and focuses on the stars. Kakarrot turns his head to the side and looks at Nappa. He only shakes his head and smirks before returning to looking at the sonar.
"Do you have the arrangements set?" Frieza asks as he sits in his chair. "She needs to get started as soon as possible." He looks at the file in front of him causally.
"Yes, brother. I'm very excited to have such a warrior to join us." The high pitch voice of his insane sister rings through the room as she and Zarbon's sister walks into the room.
"Can you not sound so childish, your how old?" he asks as he flips throw the file.
"Frieza, I love you too." Her voice is even bubblier. "Anyway, you owe me buddy." She says as she sits on his desk. "Daddy didn't think it was smart of you for giving away your strongest Saiyan to me. I had to tell him your plan." She says as she pushes the file down so she can look her brother in the face.
"And what did you say?" Frieza hates it when his sister pays him visits. She is annoying as hell.
"That you wanted her shaped in your way. What better way than have she trained as an assassin for you? Assassins are only loyal to one person; I will break her and make her lose hope in her own race. She will be the strongest little monkey in the universe and be at our disposal. That's what I do to everyone I train, at least." Her voice seems to upbeat when it came to breaking someone, even for Frieza.
"Do you have to tell him everything?" he asks with annoyances. "Now father will want to input his idiotic ideas." He sighs out as he drops the file on the desk.
"I didn't tell him how I was going to do it. Frieza I'm not stupid, just manic." She smiles as she says this.
"Whatever, you can take her when she gets back from her little break. Now leave me the hell alone, you and your stupid behavior is given me an eagerness to get drunk again." He exclaims out as he rubs his temples.
Bulma feels the sweat form on her brow as the wires start to get hot and burn her as she forces two of them together. There is a big spark and it starts a small fire in her hair. Everyone looks up as the girl as she just waves her hand and continues to work on getting the other wires set. Her older brother and Vegeta start to laugh as they watch Bulma's blue hair start to burn and smoke. Her blue eyes stare at her prince as she tried to understand why they are laughing. Kakarrot points to her hair and starts to stutter. He knows how much she treasures her hair. Keeping it smooth and soft. Plus Saiyans can't grow their hair. Bulma's follows his finger and goes cross eyed looking at part of her hair that is smoking. Her face pales as she starts to understand. Bulma throws everything on the grown and starts to pat her hair over and over again.
"Damn it. Why won't it stop?" Bulma cries as she fuses with her hair. It won't stop. Everyone is laughing their ass now at the show Bulma is putting on for them. She evens tries grabbing it and it doesn't do anything except burn her hand worse than the spark. Vegeta shakes his head.
"Girl, stop acting like a fool and stand still." Bulma stops at his words and looks at him. He can see tears forming in her deep blue eyes.
"I can't get it to stop." She says in a very whiny voice. Vegeta rolls his eyes at the stupid display of weakness being displayed to him. He turns the chair around, stands up and walks over to her. In one swift movement, he pinches the small flame out and stares at the crying girls eyes.
"You are truly a pathetic excuse for a Saiyan warrior." He tells her in an even tone. Bulma can't help but reach out and hug him tightly. He just stands there stun, but emotionless.
"Thank you, thank you. I didn't want to cut my hair off and become like Nappa." She whimpers into Vegeta's shoulder.
"Hey, I'm losing my hair with age." Nappa defends himself. The Sons are laughing at this comment and not even paying attention to the Prince that hasn't moved since Bulma hugged him.
"Get off of me." He tells Bulma in a low growl. She just laughs and let go of him.
"I know you are just a big fluff ball that loves getting hugs of thanks." She says sarcastically before grabbing her scouter off the floor.
"What were you doing any way? Trying to burn yourself? Because you have accomplished that." Vegeta asks smugly. She shoots him a look that could kill.
"No, on the contrary I figured out that most of this crap is unneeded. I can make this smaller and more durable by fusing those two wires together." Bulma explains briefly as she looks to the insides again. "How long until we get home?"
"Ten minutes we should see it." Nappa cuts in. Bulma nods and puts the scouter back together.
"Then I should look at the damage." She comments more to herself than anyone else. Bulma doesn't really know the small part of hair is burned all the way to her chin. Vegeta just smirks as she puts the tools away in her belt as she walks to the small bathroom. The door shuts and he holds up three fingers. Slowly he counts down, by the time he puts the last finger down everyone can hear a blood curtailing scream. "Oh my Kami!"
In the bathroom, Bulma is freaking out. She is holding the small part of hair up and she is whimpering. The hair will never grow back. The blue hair is burned and smelling like burning blood. It makes her sick. Bulma starts opening up capsule after capsule, looking for something to fix her hair. The fourth one she opens she finds scissors. Her hands wrap around the handle as she stares at the blade. 'Time to get bangs…' she tells herself before grabbing her hair and evens the blades around the hair. Bulma takes a deep breath as she closes her eyes and closes the blades. She feels the hair leave her fingers and fall to the floor. Her eyes open and look in the mirror. To be honest, it doesn't look bad. Bulma starts to frame her hair around her face. It's different, that's for sure. 'Now what do I tell the others?' She picks up all her fallen hair and washes down the sink.
Bulma walks out of the bathroom and clears her throat. Everyone except Vegeta turns and looks at her. Raditz starts to laugh at Bulma having to cut her hair. Kakarrot complements it, saying she looks cute. And Nappa couldn't care less.
"Hair is hair. You have it one day, you lose it the next." He comments before turning back to the sonar.
"Now, if anyone asks you. I cut my hair because I got pissed off while working on a project for Frieza and I decided to cut myself bangs." Bulma speaks clearly. Vegeta sighs and turns the chair around.
"You're a Kami damn Princess. You can tell them to screw off if you don't want to tell them." He says before looking at her. Vegeta freezes as he looks at her face. It frames her face perfectly. The blue in her eyes seem to shine brighter, maybe because more light can hit it. How she cut her hair shows off the heart shape face she has, one of the small details that is different from her twin. Vegeta looks at her bright blue eyes, her small nose and then at her thin lips. They are a light red and look soft… Bulma's lips turn up into a smile and the sound of her laughter brings him to his senses. He shakes his head and look at her eyes again.
"Your right, Vegeta, I'll just tell them to talk to you." That brightened her mood from losing some of her beautiful hair.
"We are making our approach, Prince Vegeta." Nappa's voice cuts them off. Bulma looks at the window in front of her and squeals at the sight of her home. She runs over to control panel and gets as close as she can to the glass. It is one of the most beautiful sights she has seen in her entire life.
"I never will get tired of seeing her." Vegeta comments as he folds his arms over his chest and stares at the red planet. Those are the last words spoken as everyone except the twins get ready for landing. Bulma just stars out at the lovely planet of hers. Right now, she needs to be off planet. But it is to prevent her from getting blowing up, her and her people included. That just means she needs to listen to Frieza's words. He will try to break her in any way possible.
Bulma walks out of the ship and smells the spice in the air. It fills her nose as she closes her eyes and sighs in content. This smell will as ways comfort her. She opens her eyes and finds everyone is on their way to the throne room to check in with king Vegeta. She runs down the hall at full speed. This feels normal to her. The bystanders know she is home now because she seems to always does this when she is late. Bulma gets back to the group and stops suddenly.
"About time." Vegeta says before opening the throne room doors. Everyone follows after him as he walks to meet his father who is standing in the middle of the room talking with a young Saiyan male around Bulma's age. His hair is long and reminds her of Raditz's hair, if it wasn't poll into a pony tail. His power level is high, betweens hers and the prince. For some reason, she doesn't know him. But he is in Saiyan armor so he is a part of the army. The king turns and his face is hard and emotionless. Bulma holds back a laugh. 'Vegeta is just like him, it's easy to tell he is upset with something.' She moves up to the prince and bows with the rest of the group. The king's eyes follow the blue hair fall around her face.
"Rise." He says in his deep voice. The Sons and Nappa do so and there is a silence as the king stares at Bulma. When he begins to walk around her, she laughs.
"I'm fine. Vegeta took much care in making sure Frieza didn't kill me." She tells her high king. This doesn't stop him.
"but he did beat you, right?" his voice seems concerned.
"Yes…" Bulma says slowly. "But what does that have to do with anything?" her voice does not waver.
"How many times and when?" these facts are important to him.
"Countless, my king. But what does…" she gets cut off by him.
"Didn't he test your loyalty? I don't see anything on you to show he did so other than the bruise on your face." Bulma smile drops into a frown and she glares at him.
"I am aware I have a bruise." She tells him. "And he did, kinda. But it was making me watch Prince Vegeta being beat." Bulma's words faultier only when she says watch. King Vegeta nods his head and looks at his son.
"This isn't normal, but it isn't a cause of alarm, Vegeta. We need to wait and see when you get back. You need to inform me of what happens." He tells his son. His face is blank as well. That doesn't hide his pain to Bulma. He will most likely go to his room and pass out for a few hours.
"We need to speak." Vegeta tells his father.
"You're concerned?" Vegeta doesn't need to answer that comment. The king turns around.
"Everyone excuse me and the young royals, we need to discuss this farther." Bulma looks at Vegeta, who is following his father and this new person. The Saiyan has a strong ki, this makes the scientist curious of the boy. He looks very handsome to her. When he turns and gives her a small smile, she blushes. Bulma shakes her head and tries to hide the blush on her face.
"If you forgot, you are included in the term young royals." Vegeta says in a pissed of tone. That stops the blush. The girl hurried up and walks on the other side of her prince, farthest away from the Saiyan.
The king leads them into his office. The doors shut and he turns around and his arms are crossed and he looks mad. Bulma has learned by now that there is a high chance he isn't. He looks at his son and waits. Vegeta is currently glaring at the new Saiyan as he finds a place to lean on the wall. There is this strange tension and Bulma doesn't miss it. She places a hand on Vegeta's shoulder.
"It's hard to explain. Who is the newcomer? I never felt his presences on Vegeta before." Bulma asks her king as Vegeta stops staring at him.
"What is said in this room doesn't leave it." His words make Vegeta start to explaining.
"Frieza tried killing me to test her and she failed." The king nods. Bulma hand leaves the prince's shoulder and she is pissed.
"Not my fault he beat you to the point you wouldn't be able to avoid that blast. It would have left in a vegetable state for the rest of his life. Not my fault that I need to make sure he turns into a super Saiyan." She exclaims.
"She deiced to use her own ki against him and he was amused." Vegeta shouts at his father. He looks at Bulma and growls. "You stupid idiot. You played right into his trap. He wanted to test your loyalty to him and you showed him that you aren't able to handle watching me die. Now he is going to use that against us." Vegeta gets louder and louder with each word he says. Bulma steps back a little bit. Vegeta never has been this mad at her. All she did was prevent the Super Saiyan from dying. That is her job. "You're not a Saiyan you're a coward. You can't finish a mission without screwing it up. A true Saiyan would have stand up and watched her prince die if it meant she will progress on her mission that would end the tyrant." Bulma's eyes widen and she is shocked at him.
"Didn't we already agreed your death would mean everything will be screwed up?! I'm sorry that I'm have to get you to become the legendary. What am I going to do if you die on me and the rest of us? Go against Frieza myself?" Bulma asks while yelling. She can't seem to match the yelling and intimidation as her prince. This is nothing like their arguments before hand. This is pure anger. Normally they can find something that they can laugh at later. So far there is nothing she can find remotely funny.
"You challenged him with you charged your ki up and grabbed his wrist." He seethes at me. "I would love to see you fight him. Maybe you will learn your place." He says in a sick smile.
"I know my place. Maybe it's you who needs to learn that you're not immortal. Even you can't live through a blast like that, you are only Saiyan." This insults Vegeta to no end.
"I can handle it much better than you. You don't see me whining because I'm in pain. I don't cry like a baby when you touch me, Do I?" he is talking about when she got back from the tournament. Bulma can't help but feel betrayed. He said that in front of the high king and another Saiyan. She balls up her fist and her ki starts to climb. The king is use to their arguments and just waits until they finish.
"Vegeta stop." She seethes out. A smirk appears on his face.
"I hit a sore spot, didn't I?" he asks sarcastically as he throws his head back and laughs. "let's see. At least I didn't spar an Icejin in battle." That's it. Bulma has had enough. She lunges forward and pulls her fist back as it charges with her ki. This time is has a hint of red in the white. She is moving fast enough that she can at least make contact with the prince once.
The Saiyan male leaning against the wall watches all of this. Bulma may be moving fast but he can see she intend to cause some hurt. The Saiyan smirks at this. He never liked the prince to be honest, but he wants to feel how much power she is putting into the punch. He moves faster than anyone in the room can see. The boy grabs Bulma's wrist and moves it upward away from the Prince's face. She has great strength for a Saiyan female of her age. The king was telling him about her before they walked into the room. She is supposed to be smart, strong and beautiful. He wasn't lying about the strength and beauty.
Bulma growls at the male that interrupted her fit against the prince. She takes her other fist and aims for his gut. The Saiyan grabs it with his other hand. She growls more and narrows her eyes at the boy. This is shameful for a royal to be out matched by someone else. Bulma raises her ki higher and shake him off of her with one movement, a knee in his low abdomen. He only react for a half second.
"I am Princess Bulma," Bulma informs him. "Don't you dare interrupt Prince Vegeta and my fights every again. You will get worse than that." She threatens in a low growl. The blue haired scientist looks at Vegeta and he is smirking at the boy she just knee. "We will take this somewhere else." He turns and looks at her.
"I will be waiting." He says with a smirk.
"I take it as you two are done." The king for the first time. Both royals correct themselves and nod at the king.
"Now, like I said we will have to wait to see the results of that." He says. "To be honest, you both are right." He adds. Bulma crosses her arms smugly and stands next to Vegeta.
"Fine, whatever father, I will wait until we get back. If the Girl gets herself into trouble, I won't get her out of it." Vegeta tells his father.
"I won't expect you to. Bulma is smart enough to figure out how to get out of her own messes." The king tells his son.
"Now can we leave? I need to take care of some things her father didn't want to do." Vegeta asks bored.
"You may leave, but I need Princess Bulma for a moment longer." King Vegeta tells him son as he glances at the Saiyan. Bulma concludes that Prince Vegeta doesn't like him much. Since she is pissed at him, she likes him. Plus he is very cute. That's always a bonus in her book. The younger one looks at his father as if he is glaring at him.
"I don't even want to know." He tells his father before leaving the room in a huff. The king walks to the his desk and Bulma takes this as a formal meeting starting, so she takes the seat in front of the desk and sits like any good Saiyan Princess need to, legs cross at the ankles, her hands folded on her lap and her back straight. The Saiyan walks over to stand next to the desk and looks softly at Bulma as she waits for her high king to speak.
"Bulma you have just turned eleven." He says in a firm voice as he sits down. Bulma nods.
"This is correct sir. A young adult Princess Saiyaness, now" Bulma's voice takes on a formal tone. The king folds his hand on the desk as he leans closer to her.
"You get ready for taking the southern throne soon." He reminds her. "There is a list of requirements for you to conclude before doing so."
"Yes my king. I need to take the second oath, finish my classes, prove my loyalty, and marry." Bulma recites from memory. This was one thing drilled into her in her early years. "I have finish all but one class left, I have proven my loyalty and I take my second oath at the beginning of my rain." Bulma adds with no thought to it.
"This is right Bulma, now onto the matter at hand." He turns and looks at the Saiyan next to him. "This is Broly son of Paragus." She knows him. That is another general. He and her father talk offend. Bulma looks closely at Broly. He does look similar to his father, but not a good match as her and her brother to Bardock. "The reason you have never meet him before is because he is one of the strongest Saiyans on Vegeta. He has been working hard for Frieza during the last five years." Bulma looks back at her king and nods. His ki level would prove his statement correct.
"He is in the elite class; I can see how he wants to keep him under his eye." Bulma comments. "He is in the top four." She adds.
"Yes Bulma, anything else you can determined about him?" he asks the young saiyaness. Bulma looks at Broly long and hard. He is in armor that looks new, but she knows it isn't. 'There is more to him that meets the eye.' She tells herself. Bulma stands up and walks over to him.
"Do you mind if I put my hand on your arm?" Bulma asks as she grabs them anyway. There is slit tension on his part as Bulma moves it. He looks down at the girl in concern. He isn't use to people touching him. "Broly, First I am not going to hurt you." She tells the Saiyan. His ki started to rise in concern. "I am simply trying to understand you." Bulma informs him. She closes her eyes and holds his hand with hers.
"As I said, Bulma doesn't follow the old traditions of Saiyans." The King tells him.
Bulma begins to feel the power raging through the Saiyan. It is very strong almost as strong as… Bulma turns her head a little as she continues to feel the boy. She has never felt the legendary Saiyan, but her brain is telling her that he has strength close to his. He is not meant to become him, but his strength is still great. He will be among the strongest in the universe. There is something else, but she can't figure it out. This Saiyan is a mystery to say the least, he is hiding something. Bulma begins to see battles he has been over the past few years. He is important in the Saiyan army, but not well known.
"He has proven himself to you." Bulma tells the king as she opens her eyes and looks at him. "He reminds me of Vegeta with his leadership skills and determination." She lets go of his hand turns to look at him fully. "Broly is a pure definition of a male Saiyan warrior." Bulma adds. "Strong, smart, and beauty; all the qualities of a proud Saiyan." She ends before walking back to where her chair is. Broly looks at King Vegeta confused.
"All correct, He has proven himself." He says to Bulma. "Now Bulma, you are to court Broly." She looks at him as if he has lost it.
"I am not ready to become queen never the less mated, King Vegeta." She speaks out of the tone she uses for formal meetings to a loud cry. "I am only eleven. Raditz is barely now thinking of matting." She adds. Vegeta holds his hand up the shut up the freaking out Princess.
"I'm not saying you will have to mate him now. I said Court." The king says again. He expected her to flip out. "I don't expect you to mate for a few years, but if you do early, that's fine too…" Bulma starts to choke.
"I am only Eleven, I don't want to hear talk like that." Bulma holds her hand in the air and turns her head back in disgust.
"So that's final, you two are going to court. Now go and get acquainted." He says as he waves them out of the room.
"But you can't expect me to be able…" Bulma pleads out, but the king narrows his eyes and that shuts her up. Bulma turns and walks out of the room. Broly follows without saying a word. The door shuts behind them and she sighs. "Guess if we are going to do this, we must know more about each other." Bulma states in a low voice. "how old are you?" she asks.
"Eleven." His is deep for an eleven year old. That just adds another check in her book. He's now hot in her book, strength, beauty, smart, and now mature. Bulma shakes her head.
"Nice. How long have you been back?" She asks another question.
"You left when I got back. King Vegeta asked my father after you left. He wants you safe on Frieza's ship." The girl rolls her eyes and begins walking down the hall. Her brother and Vegeta are in the training room, training.
"I'm sure I will be fine. Frieza seems to be giving me a lot of favor." She informs him as he walks behind her. He watches as her tail swings freely behind her. It is thin. He doesn't understand why she chooses to have it off her waist. "Hey just because I am royalty doesn't mean you walk behind me." Bulma laughs out. He stops and looks at her.
"What?" he asks. Her eyes roll again.
"I don't know the last time you were on the planet, but I never was exposing to anyone that followed the old costumes." She tells him.
"That wasn't why I was, but fine I will walk in pace with you." He tells her. Bulma stops and turns around.
"Were you staring at my butt?" she asks accusingly. He raises an eyebrow.
"Your tail is wagging." He tells her as he points to her tail. Bulma brings her tail forward.
"Yeah so. I'm glad to be home." She tells him.
"Wouldn't you not trust me? You don't know me. Someone like you wouldn't have trained their tail, so it is a weakness." He explains. Bulma stops and thinks about this.
"Your right, I never trained my tail. But I don't have anyone that is going to grab it here." She says. "And if we are going to mate, then I need to trust you." Bulma explains simply before turning around. "Now I'm heading to my brothers and Vegeta. Now if you don't want to get involved with drama again, I would leave."
"I can handle it." Broly tells her.
"Brave man. Once I tell them who you are, they will flip out. Vegeta the most." She tells him as she smirks.