So It looks like that I will be posting chapters once a month. I hope that is ok with all of you. Life is just very busy and hectic.

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Second disclaimer: I need to send a huge thank you to MariIvyFenta for being my Beta and helping me turn this story into the best version of itself.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 8: I'll make a deal with you

That was the deepest sleep that she has had in a very long time. Those must have been some strong drugs. Bulma smiled to herself as she slowly rolled over, snuggling deep into the strong arms of her fiancé -Yamcha. Humming to herself, she ran her hand across his stomach and up his back as she hugged him close. She loved the feel of his soft skin tight across his well-defined muscles. As she was marveling over the feel of his skin, her hand ran across a scar or two.

Her brows slightly twitched... Yamcha does not have that many scars on his body.

She lightly danced her finger over one of the scars as she tried to find the memory as to how he had gotten it. And for the life of her, she could not recall Yamcha having such a scar. Matter of fact, his body has never felt this well-defined. She began to run her nose across and down the divet between his two pecs. She felt a rumble deep within his chest as he hummed in return.

Her brows scrunched together tighter as confusion started to set in. Yamcha's voice is not that deep, nor is his body this fit and with this many scars. Slowly she began to blink her eyes open, fighting the sleep out of them so she could focus on what she was actually clinging to... or more like, who.

Olive-tone skin stretched over a well-defined chest met her eyes. Two to three small scars dusted across the chest, but other than that, it was flawless. Her lips tingle with the need to kiss and explore all over it... But it was definitely not Yamcha's chest. She had to bite her lips together to keep herself from doing just that. Her eyes wide with surprise, she slowly looked up to the face of the man that she was clinging to. Her stomach dropped once she saw who it was.

It was the Viking ghost. Her Viking-Fantasy... Prince Vegeta.

It dawned on her then.

It wasn't a dream! It was real -it actually had happened! She really was pulled through time by two stones being fused together. And that was all. His. Fault... He was the one to fuse the stones!

Her brows knitted together as anger boiled through her blood. Slowly she snaked herself out of his arms, doing her best not to wake him. She reached above her head to grab the feather-filled pillow. With all of her might and a quick exhale of breath, she slammed the pillow on his face.

Instantly his body sprung into action. Growling, he grabbed the pillow off of his face and flung it behind him. With lightning speed, he reached down for the ax that laid at the ready next to him and then rolled to his attacker.

Bulma lifted her foot and slammed it into his chest, attempting to stop him from getting closer to her. But that was useless against a well-experienced Viking. He batted her leg away like he was batting away a fly. Next, he lunged himself on top of her in a straddle position, held his ax threateningly against her neck in one hand, as his other held both her hands above her head. How he had gotten her into this position so fast was mind-boggling. She stared up at him with wide eyes as he leaned above her, his upper lip curled up in a snarl.

He blinked in surprise once he realized who had attacked him.

"Við hamri Þórs, Kona!" He growled as he slowly pulled the ax away from her neck. "Hvað varstu að hugsa!? Ég hefði getað drepið þig... Og það hefði gert móður mína mjög óánægða."

("By Thor's hammer, Woman!")

("What were you thinking!? I could have killed you... And that would have made my mother very displeased.")

With another growl, he slammed the ax into the headboard of the bed. Bulma jumped in surprise and cautiously eyed the now embedded ax. She noticed That the headboard had many other dings and indents scattered about it -he probably did that often when he was mad. And she bet that if she looked to the other furniture, there would be similar dings on them as well.

Prince Vegeta stayed as he was, straddling her and holding both of her hands above her head, one hand per wrist now that his ax was embedded into his headboard. He had argued last night with his mother about the woman being in his bed. But like all other arguments with her, she won. So here he was, being rudely awakened by this curse of a woman. And one that he did not want in his bed in the first place. He would get up and let her go, so he could continue to try to find a way to get rid of her. But the look that she was giving him now made him uneasy. She was very unpredictable... and he did not like that one bit. And so he remained there holding her pinned down, making sure she understood not to mess with him.

Being an archeologist in foreign countries, Bulma had quickly learned that the world was full of dangerous people. And they did not care for a woman from foreign lands digging up their history. And so, thankfully, she had taken some basic women's defense classes that would help her get out of holds such as this.

She smirked up at the Prince as she slowly snaked her heels around his feet that were on the side of her thighs, trapping them into position. The next move she was going to have to do quickly, but she has the element of surprise on her side. He has no idea that she has some knowledge of fighting, he thinks of her as just some weak, fragile woman. Or at least, that is what she is hoping he thinks of her. Steading her breath, she extended her right arm straight above her head, opening up his side for the roll. Next, she quickly used her other hand to grab his arm, holding him there, while at the same time she bucked her hip and pushed off with her left leg. The move indeed ended with them rolling, but not as she intended.

Vegeta was completely taken by surprise that the little woman was able to roll him off of her, that she knew how to use her body in such a way. But his surprise only lasted for a second. He used the momentum that she created to continue rolling, attempting to get back on top. But he misjudged how close they were to the edge of the bed, and the two of them tumbled off and landed with a hard thud onto the ground.

Bulma landed on top, which she was very grateful for. If she had landed on the bottom of that fall with this Viking landing on top of her, he would have knocked the breath right out of her lungs. With a high pitch squeal, she started to flail her hands causing the Prince to cringe away. He let her go and used his hands and forearms as shields, protecting his face from her onslaught of slaps.

"Í nafni Óðins, kona! Hættu þessu strax!" Vegeta yelled as he continued to block away from her flailing hands.

("In the name of Odin, woman! Stop this at once!")

Bulma finally saw the opportunity to get away from him. She gripped his forearms to use as leverage and pushed off so she could get away to the other side of the room. As her backside hit a table, her hands gripped the edge as she steadied herself against it. She stayed there, her chest rising and falling heavily as she glared at the Viking Prince, who was still on the ground.

Now resting most of his weight on one of his elbows, he glared up at her in return. "Ertu búinn?" He asked, his voice in a rough growl.

("You done?")

Bulma clenched her jaw as she stared at the Viking Prince. She wanted to yell at him and tell him how it was not ok for him to be sleeping next to her, but she knew that that was useless. He did not understand a word that came out of her mouth. But there was one way to get a man to understand that you are pissed off at them, and she bet that it was universal. She calmed her breathing as one of her hands slowly inched its way around the table until it came into contact with something... anything really. And once her fingers wrapped around whatever objects she had found, she lobbed it at his overly attractive princely face. The moment that object left her hand, she spun around to grab another to keep on her onslaught.

Vegeta yelled and cursed as the objects kept flying his way. A candle, a cup, and even a plate were being thrown at him. Rolling out of the way, he reached the wall where a shield hung as a decoration. As fast as he could, he jumped up and ripped the shield off of the wall just in time to knock a plate away from hitting him. Holding the shield up to protect his face, he cautiously approached the Loki crazed woman.

Bulma ran out of objects on the table, but she was not done taking out her anger. Her eyes darted about her close vicinity and landed on the chair. It was just a small wooden chair, which looked light enough for her to lift. With a huff and a growl, she lunged for the chair and began to lift it... it was heavier than it looked. But she did not want to appear weak in front of a Viking. So with a battle cry, she muscled through it and lifted the chair above her head, preparing to slam it on the shield that the Viking was holding.

"Hæ! Kona! Hugsaðu ekki einu sinni um það!" Vegeta yelled as he lifted the shield higher, his eyes widening with shock. "Settu. Stóllinn. Niður!"

("Hey! Woman! Don't you even think about it!")

("Put. The chair. Down!")

And that is how the Queen had found them.

The door swung open as Queen Eschalot entered the room. The yelling and sounds of things being thrown about had drawn her to come and check on them. Her eyes darted back and forth between her son and soon-to-be daughter-in-law. Her son was slightly crouched behind a shield, slowly approaching the little woman like he was approaching an angered bear. The woman stood red-faced full of anger while holding a wooden chair over her head, preparing to strike.

A small smile spread across the Queen's features as she slowly approached the bluenette. "Jæja, það lítur út fyrir að þið tvö náið ágætlega saman," she said over her shoulder toward her son, who was cautiously peeking over his shield.

("Well, looks like the two of you are getting along quite nicely.")

"Tch," Was his only reply as he never took his eyes off of the little woman.

Queen Eschalot turned her warm smile toward the bluenette. Cautiously, she lifted her hands and grabbed the chair. Slowly, she was able to coax Bulma to lower it back to the floor. Once the immediate threat was gone, she wrapped her arm around her shoulders and guided her out of the room. Vegeta watched the two with sharp eyes, never once lowering his shield. Bulma looked over the shoulder of the Queen to give one last glare to the Prince before the door was closed behind them. He replied with a snarl.

With the door closed and that crazed woman gone, Vegeta sighed in relief as he dropped his shield -it made a loud clunk as it hit the ground. With a groan, he plopped back onto his bed and ran one of his hands over his face. This was not how he wanted to start his day.

Bulma now stood next to the hearth, staring into the dancing flames. The Queen had taken her to her room to get her dressed. The handmaidens pulled her every which way to put the dress on her -layer after layer. Under everything, she had a simple white undergarment. A thin white dress that she would call an old Grandma momo. But, that was the style of the undergarments of this time. So regrettably, she had to get over it. The next layer that they put on was a form-fitting blue dress. The dress flared out just slightly at the elbows of the sleeves and from the waist down. The sleeves were lined with a thin layer of fur at the bottom to help fight against the bitter cold. Next was a dark green strap dress -a small dress that tied at the sides, tightening everything in, and made out of very coarse material. Lastly, she had a fur cape draped over her shoulders. The black fur danced and tickled at her cheeks, but she paid no mind to it as she stared blankly into the hearth. She was in so much shock that her whole body felt numb.

This was real. She was not in some drug-induced crazy dream. She really was pulled through time to live among the Vikings and expected to marry their Prince. A Prince who most likely was not very happy with her at the moment for the manner that she had woken him up this morning.

Mindlessly, she danced her fingers about as she twirled her engagement ring around. She thought of Yamcha, and her heart ached as she worried about what he must be going through. What did he think happened to her? There was no place for her to go, they were secluded in their dig sight. He must think that she was dead. A bear might have gotten her, or a wolf. She could have gotten lost in the woods after marching off in such a pissy mood.

All she knew was that he was hurting, just like she was -scared and confused.

A chill of excitement ran up her spine, pulling her out of her slump. Tentatively, she looked over her shoulder. And just as she had expected, Prince Vegeta was slowly walking behind her, his eyes going up and down her body -taking in her new look. Slowly his eyes went up her form -one of his brows twitching with interest. The moment his eyes locked with hers, he masked his face with one of irritation.

"Tch," was all he said as he picked up his pace past her and made his way over to one of the dining tables. Causally, he lounged onto one of the benches. Both elbows propped up onto the table behind him, one knee bent while the other comfortably stretched out off to the side.

Bulma bit her lip as she watched him. How can one man make sitting down look so god damn sexy? Straightening her shoulders as she forced her eyes away from him, cursing the unnatural pull that she felt toward the man. Just then, Bardock, the seer walked into the hall. With a sigh, she marched over to him.

"So this really is real!" She yelled as she approached him. Her eyes turned red from the sting of tears. She had to clench her jaw to force them back.

Bardock sighed as he lifted one of his hands and lightly patted her on the shoulder. In his other hand, he lifted a necklace that he had made for her to observe. The skull of a bird with a black beak hung on a tightly woven leather chain. And on the forehead of the skull a cluster or runes that Bulma did not recognize was carved into it.

Bulma arched a brow at it, not knowing or understanding why he was showing her the necklace.

With a reassuring smile, he draped the necklace around her neck. "This raven skull," Bardock said as he lightly ran his fingers over it. "Has many runes carved together, working as a spell, to help you understand all around you." He paused for a short second as a sly smile appeared on his lips. "Along with other things."

Bulma silently looked up at him as he went on to explain the runes that he had worked into his spell and what they did.

"There are a dozen runes in here, many hidden within others." He started. "But starting on the left side going across is Perth to get the magic started. Nauthis is attached to the central column, as is Ansuz for communication. Eihwaz for enlightenment, Radio for journey- but also its other meaning of destiny. And lastly, hidden in Radio is Kaunaz for revelation. I also have hidden Ing-'' He quickly cleared his throat. "Sorry, Othila within the central column to help you... feel more welcome and at home."

Bulma began to slowly nod her head as she studied the rune. She will have to take some time to study it and try to find all the little parts that he was talking about. But she will have time for that later. She looked back up at him and opened her mouth to ask a question, but was interrupted before she could say anything.

"Seer, you might want to say that in her foreign tongue. You were speaking the wrong language just now." Prince Vegeta said as he unenthusiastically stared up at the two.

Bulma's head snapped back as she stared at the Prince with wide eyes. She understood him... She actually understood what he just said. But will he understand her?

She began to open her mouth to speak again but was once again interrupted.

"I am testing to see if the runes work, my Prince." The Seer replied. "If she can't understand us still, then that means that they do not work. But if she does understand us..." He tilted his head to the side as he studied Bulma.

For the third time, Bulma opened her mouth to respond, and for the third time, she was interrupted. She was beginning to feel like a fish out of water and was slowly losing her temper.

"As you can tell from her speechless and dumbfounded look on her face, the woman can not understand a word any of us are saying still," Vegeta said, as he slowly stood up. He began to make his way to the blunette, his cold black eyes never leaving her crystal blue ones. "I don't know what I did to anger the Gods so, for them to send me such a curse. Such an ill-equipped woman-"

Bulma had had enough. At first, she was going to overlook the constant interruptions from the two... But for her to just, stand there and let this ass-hole Prince insult her. And to her face nonetheless... oh hell no.

"You listen here, Prince Vegeta!" Bulma yelled, making sure she pulled out every syllable of his name to emphasize just how irritated she was at him. "I am no curse! Any man would be lucky to have me!" She started to jab her pointer finger into his chest, making sure every word she said made it in. "And for your information! I am not dumb, speechless, or ill-equipped. I am the smartest woman on this planet. And I can survive in any situation that I may be thrown in. I am an archeologist! I already know anything and everything about you and your people! From your religion, to how you fight. I even know who takes you down! So I am no curse. If anything, I am the best gift that has ever been given."

Bulma stopped then as she glared daggers into his wide, surprised eyes. She breathed in and out very slowly, trying to calm her nerves back down.

"And lastly," She said through gritted teeth. "The name is Bulma, not Woman."

Everyone in the room did not move a muscle. Awkward silence and shock rippled through the whole room. Queen Eschalot held one of her hands over her mouth, cheeks twitching as she fought against the urge to smile. She knew the girl was strong and could put a man in his place, but she was not expecting this much feistiness to come along with it. King Vegeta went from comfortably lounging on his throne to sitting straight up and rigid, his eyes bouncing back and forth between his son and the little blue head. Bardock just stood there, a small pleased smirk on his face.

"Well," Bardock said, breaking the silence. "I would say that the runes work, you can understand and communicate with your bride. Not so much of a curse anymore, now is she?" Bardock asked, his head tilted just slightly toward his Prince.

Vegeta stood there, his body rigid as he stared into her eyes. Anger brewing just below the surface. Anger and something else that he could not identify, something that was stopping him from blowing up at the little woman.

"Oh, she is still a curse," Vegeta said through clenched teeth, his left eye twitching. "She is proving to be more and more troublesome with every passing minute."

"Troublesome, huh?" Bulma said as she took a step closer to the Prince, their noses almost touching. What was giving her the courage to continue to poke the Viking bear? She will never know nor understand, but she just could not help herself.

"Woman," Vegeta said in a warning tone as he squinted his eyes in anger and tilted his head to the side in a threatening manner. Normally, that simple mover would have any woman here back off in fear and bow their head to his dominance. But not this little woman, the smallest and most fragile-looking one he has ever met, seemed to become more excited. Her pupils dilated, and her breath hitched with excitement. Before he noticed what he was doing, his body was responding in kind. His eyes softened, and his lips parted. They began to slowly inch forward toward each other-

The Queen cleared her throat as she approached the two, snapping them both out of their daze. "Well, I am relieved that you can now understand us and there is no longer a language barrier between you and my son." She said with a warm smile. "But, we have some pyres to attend to. Many of our men and women met an honorable death last night, and we need to send them off safely to the afterlife." Her warm smile gave way to the sadness in her eyes.

A flashback of what had happened last night flashed before Bulma's eyes. Men and women being stabbed, swords and axes flying hitting their mark- ending a person's life. That gruesome scene that she witnessed last night was also no dream, it too had happened. And it happened just last night. It felt like such a long time ago and so unreal at the time. But slowly, the reality was beginning to set into her bones. And the realization of how dangerous of a situation she truly was in was like a splash of cold water on her face. Slowly she began to turn away from the group and back to the hearth. She was still a stranger among them and so felt like she would not be wanted to attend such a sensitive situation. But the Queen stopped her before she got too far, hooked one of her arms with hers, and began to lead her out of the hall in the same direction as the rest of the group.

"You will soon be a very big part of this village," The Queen whispered to Bulma as they slowly walked with the group. Their leather-bound feet disturbed the newly fallen snow on the ground as they walked. Bulma desperately tried to keep her eyes up and away from the deep red seeping up from the ground, dirtying the pure white snow. More evidence that this was no dream, and all too real, and very dangerous. She knew deep down that she should be very scared and want nothing but to run away. But instead, she felt nothing but excitement.

Something was so wrong with her.

She gave a shaky smile as the Queen continued, "It would be good for the people to see you being a part of such an honorable and important event. Especially, since you just randomly appeared just after such a gruesome attack. Don't want the people to get the wrong idea of you... That would not be safe, nor wise."

Bulma nodded her head in agreement and just allowed the Queen to pull her along. The walk through the village to where the pyres waited was not long, or Bulma was too distracted with all the questions rolling about her head to notice.

It looked like the whole town was there waiting. All on the edge of the village, in a large clearing near the water. Three large pyres lay in waiting before everyone. Bulma watched as the last of the wood was gently being placed on the side of them, completing the stack. A bald man in nothing but a simple white cloak stood before the pyres, his hands lazily lifted up before him. He mumbled some prayer before signaling the other Vikings that stood next to the pyre's to lower their torches and set them aflame. The fire started to creep up the pyres slowly at first, but soon picked up the pace and became roaring mountains of flames before them. She watched as the black smoke puffed out from the tips of the flames, she knew that the people around her believed that that smoke signaled the people crossing over safely to the afterlife. And after the fires are done burning, the ashes will be collected and then buried.

With a small sigh, she looked away from the fire to the many faces around her. Mostly she found blank stares of mourning and teary eyes. But there was one face that stuck out to her the most and made her do a double-take. It was Gine... or well a woman that looked like she could be Gine's mother. She looked just like her friend from her time, just... older. They had first locked eyes with each other, but then "Gine" (but not Gine) quickly looked away. Bulma stood there and continued to stare at her, to the point that she knew it was becoming painfully obvious that she was. But Gine/Not-Gine never looked back. She just stood there staring into the flames of the pyres with her arms wrapped about the Seers.

The Seer, Bardock, must be her husband or something. Bulma concluded that she was going to have to ask.

Just as people began to move away, The Gine look-alike whispered something to Bardock and then turned to leave. Bulma wanted to follow, but before she could make her move an arm encircled its way around her and stopped her.

Surprised, Bulma looked to whom had stopped her and she came face to face to the Queen smiling warmly at her. Nervously, Bulma returned to smile.

"I believe that it would be best if my son showed you around the village a bit before the feast tonight." The Queen stated. "Don't you agree son-" She said as she turned her head to where Vegeta was once standing, only to find him making his escape already. "Prince Vegeta! I don't think so. Where are you going?" She called out as she began to follow her son with Bulma in tow.

"To train Mother." The Prince growled over his shoulder in response.

"You will have plenty of time to train later." The Queen said as she caught up to her son, placing her hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. "Right now you need to walk with your future Bride and get her to know her new home. And then properly escort her to the feast tonight." She finished off what she had to say with a quick nod as if to say 'and that's final' before she sauntered off away from the two, who now stood awkwardly next to each other.

Bulma stood there, nervously chewing on her lip as she watched the Queen walk away. Vegeta stood four feet away from her, his fists clenching and unclenching as he ground his teeth together. The two stood there in awkward silence for a good minute before Bulma could no longer take it.

Bulma cleared her throat before speaking, trying to ease into breaking the silence. "S-Sorry for hitting you with a pillow this morning." She said softly.

Vegeta just responded with a growl.

"I was not expecting you to be there next to me. I honestly was not expecting to still be here in ancient Viking times. I was expecting to... you know, be back-"

"Do you ever shut up?" Vegeta growled as he snapped his head in her direction.

Bulma gasped in surprise as she shot a glare at him. "As a matter of fact, your highness! I was just trying to engage in a small conversation with you! What do you expect? Me to be perfectly quiet and just follow you around?"

"Why yes! That would be preferred!"

"Well too bad! That is not what you are going to get!"

They were now nose to nose and yelling at each other. Drawing a bunch of confused and concerned/entertained glances of other Vikings around them.

And why did she have the nerve to continue to poke the Viking bear? yet again she does not know, it just... feels right. "And even though I would prefer to be back in my time at home, I'm stuck here with you! And so if you would quit yelling at me and just show me around this damn Village so that I won't get lost when I explore around on my own! Then you can go off and train like you so want to! And then I can get to figuring out a way back home!"

Vegeta opened his mouth to yell at her, but then stopped as something struck him. She wants to go home. Much like him not wanting her here, she does not want to be here. He could probably use that. But with her gone then he is back to square one with having to find a wife to please his parents. Now, why is she a bad choice to be his wife?... oh right, she pisses him off too much. And that is not good wife material. But then how is he going to find a new wife once she is gone?

An evil smirk snaked its way across his face as an idea popped in his head. He grabbed her by the arm and quickly dragged her between two buildings, pinned her up against one of them, and trapped her there between his arms. He instantly regretted the closeness that he created between them, but after taking a forceful gulp he muscled through the warmth that was slowly building up in his lower region.

"I have a deal to offer you," Vegeta whispered to her.

Bulma's breath hitched as she felt his breath brush over her lips, causing them to tingle with want. "I feel like I won't have any other choice but to take whatever your deal is," she whispered back, watching his pupil's dilate as her breath brushed across his lips in return.

This was not going to be easy.

Vegeta forcefully cleared his throat, fighting against the urge to lean into her more. "I will help you find a way home. If you help me find a replacement wife."

Why was the pull between the two so strong? Every time they get close and personal, the feeling to attack each other with kisses grows stronger and stronger. But they each ground their teeth together, each fighting the same battle. Separately.

"You will help me find a way home?" Bulma asked, slightly surprised.

"Yes," Vegeta answered quickly. "Only if you find me a replacement wife." Vegeta took in a ragged breath before continuing. "I'm the reason why you are here. And I'm very positive that only I am the only one who can send you back."

Bulma's breath hitched. She never thought of that. If she knew anything about magic... which really was nothing but maybe some snip-its from her friend Gine or West City Movies. She had learned that the one who cast the spell could be the only one to uncast it.

She deflated in defeat. No matter what, she was going to need his help to get home. So she might as well take him up on his deal.

Bulma slightly rolled her eyes. "So while I play your personal dating app, you're going to find a way to send me back home?"

"Personal dating app?" Vegeta asked, his eyes blinking with confusion. The hot and heavy feeling started to recede away a little bit from her odd wording, but only a little.

Bulma sighed with irritation, "It's something from my time, don't worry about it." She said as she took in a deep breath, trying to find new wording that would not send him into confused frustration. But that deep breath was a mistake- his spicy earthy scent wafted in and overtook her senses. Her breasts lightly grazed across his chest, sending sensitive tingles down to her navel, warming her core. Taken completely by surprise from the onslaught of feelings- her breath hitched once again as she forced herself to face away from him. Desperately, trying to take in a breath of fresh air.

"U-um," She forced out as she tried to focus on anything but him. "As I said, I will find you a new wife while you find a way to send me home? And once your new wife is in place, then presto... I'll be sent straight home?"

Vegeta's breathing became ragged after feeling the tips of her breasts rub against his chest. But he clenched his fists on either side of her as he fought against the feelings building up within him. Why would such a simple small touch send him into a lustful frenzy? It made absolutely no sense! And was beginning to drive him crazy. He almost missed the stuttering words that she spoke, he was fighting himself so much.

Grinding his teeth he replied in a low growl. "On my honor, yes. I will send you home."

Tentatively Bulma turned her gaze to meet his onyx eyes. "Then yes, you have a deal." Slowly she held up one of her hands to shake, sealing the deal.

With much difficulty, Vegeta pushed off from the wall and took off a thick gold arm ring from around his wrist. He held up the ring and then brought it to his lips, kissing it, before putting it back on. Bulma's eyes widened at his act. He was taking this very seriously, and it made her heart flutter with excitement. If she did good on her end, then she would be going home, very soon. Back to her dig site, and her Yamcha. A smile spread wide on her face as his calloused hand clamped over hers.

'This just might work,' She thought to herself as he smirked back at her in return.

"There is one more aspect to this deal," Vegeta said as he pulled their hands in close to his body, tightening his grip. "We must still have my parents believe that you are to be my wife. They must know nothing of our deal, don't want them to interfere with our plans."

Bulma's face fell. Well that is going to complicate things… Or at least make it much more difficult. She forced herself to gulp down her nervousness as she nodded her head once again in agreement.

They can finally talk to one another now! So exciting. What did you think of this chapter, please leave a review to let me know. I can't wait to hear from all of you, see you next chapter!