A/N: Well I have decided to scrap my 'Juun-kun' fic, for those of you who enjoyed it - sorry, I
didn't like it, and prefer his story. It is set about 5-10yrs after Vegeta came to Earth in the
DBZ timeline. Most chars exist, although they are not mentioned much in this chapter. Any complaints are welcome, flames, obviously, are not, however, I have come to the decision, that flamers are not worth the time or the space they take up. (That being said, I don't know why I am wasting space by writing about them, then explaining why I'm writing about them I'll stop now!) Ciao, (Chow, LOL), & Enjoy!
Diamonds Are A Saiya-Jin's Best Friend.
"Vegeta no Ou, your son has grown very strong, I think it is time he was properly trained aboard
my ship."
Vegeta no Ou bristled at the implication his son could not be properly trained on Vegeta-sei, but kept his face blank, and nodded carelessly. All he wanted was for his son to get strong and defeat the overbearing bastard standing in front of him. He did not want to risk his
son's life, but he wanted to leave his son an empire still intact.
"Lord Furiza, so that my boy can be properly trained in Saiya-jin ways, I ask for his tutor,
Commander Bardock, his personal trainer, Nappa, and a third class soldier, Radditz, (so the
Prince can grow up with a proper knowledge of his place in saiya-jin society,) to be taken with
him aboard your ship."
"Of course, Vegeta no Ou. I understand how important traditions are to saiya-jins."
Furiza answered him, the sarcasm in his voice, only just audible.
A knock at the door interrupted their meeting, Vegeta no Ou raised his voice slightly and called,
"Come in, if this isn't important you can expect a meeting with Enma Daio very soon."
Vegeta no Ouji pushed the doors open, and marched in,
"Good evening, Father, I heard Lord Furiza has come to visit Vegeta-sei, and I came to pay my respects."
Vegeta, of course, had come for nothing of the sort; he had come to tell his father some new information he'd heard about 'Lord Furiza.'
"Well, wasn't that nice of you, little Prince, your father and I were just talking about you, in fact. I was telling your father that I think you're quite strong enough to come aboard my ship to train and travel around with me."
Vegeta glanced up at his father, who nodded his head minutely,
"I'd be honoured, Lord Furiza-sama."
He answered him, although he'd much rather stay on Vegeta-sei, he did not want to think what would happen if he left his planet to Furiza. The entire saiya-jin race thought Vegeta was 'the prophesied one.' They thought he was the Legendary Super Saiya-jin. Furiza also believed this to a point, enough to not want to risk making Vegeta no Ouji too angry or worried. He would eventually grow out of this fear, however at that point in time, he still lived in some fear of the saiya-jins. Furiza was not brave; he was a good businessman, and a good salesman, however he was a coward. His interest in fighting did not stem from anything more than a desire for control over something too moral, complex, and diverse for him to ever fully understand, little own, control. Furiza had no intention of leaving the saiya-jins to grow stronger as a race before taking them on, as soon as he had Vegeta off the planet, he planned to blow it up. Furiza was not given to affection, however he saw Vegeta's uses in his strength, coldness, and viciousness. Also, aside from that, Furiza felt something akin to affection for the young prince. He was exactly the same as Furiza had been at his age, all those centuries ago. Furiza wanted to train Vegeta so that when he became as old as Furiza, he too could have an Empire the size of the Kold-jin Empire.
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"Come, Vegeta no Ouji, I will give you a tour of my ship."
Furiza began leading him through a complicated maze of corridors, lobbies, mess halls, and personal quarters ranging from first class to third. As they walked, Furiza began to fill him in on what was going on aboard the ship.
"Coming up in a few weeks will be a formal ball, mainly only to give the workers an extra incentive to get back from their purging missions. There is a minimum of purging missions to attend the ball. My head scientist will be making the other guest list."
Vegeta was tempted to raise his eyebrow at a scientist making the guest list. Although scientists were considered important on Vegeta-sei, Furiza had a famous dislike for them.
Finally they came to a stop outside the Science Wing. "If you are in need of training implements, weapons, or anything of the like, this is the place to go. However, there is someone here I expect you to give the utmost respect to. She is my head scientist and strategist, and one of the main reasons we achieve as many victories as we do. To the other scientists, however, in fact to almost anyone else on the ship, you may do as you wish. Do you wish to meet my head scientist?"
"Yes, Lord Furiza-sama."
Vegeta answered him cordially, but reluctantly, he had no interest in science, his interests lay in fighting. However this scientist seemed to be very important to Furiza, and he had to be on Furiza's good side if he wanted to discover Furiza's ultimate plans for Vegeta-sei. Furiza stepped into the room, looking around him. He glanced over his shoulder,
"I'll be right back with her, Vegeta no Ouji."
Sure enough, a few minutes later, he came back with a beautiful blue haired woman to his left. From her neck hung a beautiful diamond pendant. It was not so big it looked tacky, however it was not so small it looked insignificant, and it matched her eyes beautifully.
"This, Vegeta no Ouji, is Bulma-san, my head scientist and strategist."
Whoever Vegeta had expected, it had not been her. She was beautiful. Physically, of course, but her eyes, they were so full of inner strength, yet so dead, they were so sad and deep, they told of many hells endured, yet, so innocent and naïve. He quickly regained his composure, and glanced at Furiza to see if he had noticed Vegeta's loss of composure. Furiza, however, was gazing at Bulma in his own twisted little version of rapt adoration. Vegeta wondered whether Furiza knew how he was looking at her. Furiza, in fact, did *not* know how he was looking at her. He knew he was very attached to her, and that was enough for him to hide his affection for her. Furiza had many enemies, and he didn't want Bulma getting hurt. Of course, although a lot of Furiza's crew were attracted to her, in fact, many believed they were in love with her, but they knew better than to hit on her. There were still rumours going around about what had happened to the last one to hit on her, not to mention the last one to show her disrespect. Bulma seemed rather attached to Furiza also, although his feelings were not reciprocated as strongly, or in the same way. Bulma looked at Furiza as a father figure. She had loved her father, and she knew Furiza had killed him, however, she had never been able to hate him for it, besides, Kami-Sama had told her that her Father would die, and that it was for the best. She had never been able to bring herself to hate Furiza, although Kami knew, she had tried, and from that, as well as gratefulness for treating her so well, had grown a real affection.
"Nice to meet you."
She said, extending her hand to be shaken. Vegeta took her hand, and felt a sudden overwhelming urge to kiss her, to kill anyone who had done her wrong, to make her life perfect, to see those eyes brighten because of him. To bond with her, a saiya-jin bond, one of the strongest bonds in the universe. *Where had that come from?* He shook his head imperceptibly, these thoughts were unacceptable.
"My Lord tells me you are the Prince of Vegeta-sei."
Vegeta inclined his head,
"He tells you the truth."
"Well, then, I suppose I'll be seeing more of you in the next few months, or however long you're staying aboard, seeing as you'll be in the upper class quarters."
This realisation pleased Vegeta very much, but he just inclined his head again, and said:
"I look forward to it."
She smiled warmly, and her eyes did brighten because of him. She felt something for him, he was cold, and offhanded, but she felt something so intense, and beautiful, yet so vulnerable, something so perfect, but desperate to change, just under the surface.
"As do I."
She answered him smiling brightly. Furiza saw it in his best interests to cut this little conversation off as soon as possible.
"Come, Vegeta no Ouji, there is still much to see and do before we can leave Vegeta-sei."
"Yes, Furiza-sama."
Vegeta answered him in a monotone, keeping his eyes on Bulma. Furiza began walking toward the next corridor. Vegeta's eyes flicked to Furiza's retreating form, then back to Bulma.
"I shall see you the ball, I suppose."
"I certainly hope so."
"I shall see you around the ship, then, Bulma-san"
"Hai, Vegeta no Ouji."
Furiza had not even nearly finished his little tour. Finally, after a few more hours, Furiza stopped outside Vegeta's quarters, bid him good-bye and strode off. Vegeta sat down on the edge of his bed, deep in thought. Furiza had dropped no hint of his plans for Vegeta-sei, (Vegeta didn't realise this was because there *were* no plans for Vegeta-sei, he intended to blow it to Kingdom Come, and be done with it). He glanced down at the clock, which had been installed, in his room. It was not Vegeta-sei time, it was intergalactic time. Although the saiya-jins had done a lot of travelling, they had always used Vegeta-sei time believing themselves to be above changing time measurements just to fit in with the galaxy. Vegeta began to see Bulma regularly in the weeks leading up to the ball. Mostly he would come to visit her at her lab, (a state of the art affair, which Furiza had installed at her request early in her stay with him).
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"Konichi Wa, Bulma-san."
"Ohayoo, Vegeta-kun."
She answered without lifting her eyes from the microchip she was working on.
"Bulma-san, we need to talk."
"Hai." She answered slowing her work, but not lifting her eyes all the same.
"Bulma, I think I love you."
Her head snapped up.
"Nani!?"
she cried.
"Gomen nasai, Bulma-san, I was just leaving anyway."
She opened her mouth to protest, but he was gone.
"VEGETA-KUN!"
she yelled after him, but he was too far away.
*Baka! What the hell did you think you were doing!?* He asked himself, far beyond annoyance. *Just what, pray, did you hope to gain by this little confession. She didn't ever need to know. Now you can't see her again. Now she'll never love you. You are so stupid.* He shook his head, these thoughts were unacceptable. He sunk down onto his bed. She didn't love him, she didn't hate him, but she didn't love him. He loved her and she 'didn't mind him.' He was bonded to her, and she 'didn't mind him.'* He never thought he'd be stupid enough to bond at all, little own form a one-sided bond. He began to smash his head on the wall. *I need to train.* He thought to himself. He stood up, dressed in his training armor, and headed toward the training room.
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Vegeta had never trained so hard in his life, but he still kept going. He knew from some of his ex-soldiers what *life* would be like with a one-sided kamikaze bond. He might as well sacrifice himself and become the strongest saiya-jin ever to live, at least he could retain some dignity. He usually would have passed out by now, but he would not allow himself to pass into unconsciousness- that would be a reward. He had to keep going, he would train until he died or passed out. Preferably the latter, then he could ask to go on a purging mission, or a battle, and be *unable* to block himself in time. *Must keep going, must keep going, must keep going…..* and then he saw only black.
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*Bulma, black, Bulma, black, Bulma, Bulma, black, Bulma, Bulma, black, Bulma, Bulma, Bulma!* His eyes began to stop flickering,
"Bu-Bulma."
She smiled,
"Vegeta-sama, you're alright! The doctors said you probably wouldn't pull through, saiya-jins must have an excellent healing system….." she kept in talking cheerfully about nothing, to try to convince Vegeta he'd be alright, but he was too caught up in hi own thoughts. *She was worried about me, nani? O course she was worried about you, baka, she'd be worried about anyone. Notice she was calling you your formal title again? It wasn't cold formality, though, it was respectful formality. Rather like your formality to Furiza, ne? -Virtual sigh- hai. *
"Hai, Bulma-san, I'm fine. Of course I'm fine, I am the saiya-jin prince, no saiya-jin has ever died in training, (well, excluding the third class warriors, but no-one keeps statistics on them,) and I, their prince, do not intend to either."
She fingered the ever-present diamond necklace hanging around her neck.
"No, I know you wouldn't have died. I wouldn't have allowed you to die."
He smirked,
"you, would not allow, me, to die? You!?"
"Hai, I may not be very strong, Vegeta-kun, but I *do* have my ways."
He began to question what she said, however stopped himself, when he realized what she'd said;
"You didn't want me to die?"
"Of course I didn't want you to die. I don't want anyone to die."
"Oh."
"However, for you, I would have used my last resort. Only you, and you had better not mention this conversation to anyone."
"I won't, who would I tell?"
he asked with a small self-mocking laugh.
"My father doesn't care, my people refuse to talk to me about anything but war and death for fear I will become weak, or kill them for being so disrespectful. (Surprisingly enough, I believe they fear the former more, they would happily die by the hand of their prince.) And Furiza, well, I am not so stupid."
"I am so sorry, Vegeta I did not realise how bad things really were."
He looked up at her, sitting beside his bed, her hair falling across her shoulders and almost touching his chest. He reached both hands up, and pulled her face down to his, kissing her. She returned his kiss, and wrapped her hands around his neck. Suddenly she sat up with a start,
"No, Vegeta, you're not healthy."
"You now as well as I do I'm perfectly healthy, don't lie to me."
"Vegeta, you know when Chikyuu was purged I had no one but Son-kun, Yamucha, Chi-Chi and Gohan. They are aboard the ship, and although I see them regularly there are certain things they cannot do with me. When I was alone, I did not know what to do. I have no fighting power, and if someone wants me to do something, there is not much I can do. A few weeks into my stay here, I had a meeting with Furiza-sama, he has been very kind to me, and I love him like a father. I know it was him who ordered the purging of Chikyuu, however, I spoke to Kami-sama a while before it was, and apparently my father he was going to die very slowly and painfully anyway very soon, so it was for the best. My mother could not and would not have lived without my father. She is a bit of a ditz, and she would not be able to function properly without him. Besides, she too was nearing the end of her life. Anyway, I have never been able to bring myself to hate Furiza as I should. He took me under his protection, and I love him like a father. However, he loves me .... differently. Until Furiza knows about us, it can not and will not go any further."
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*So she DID love him. So...she will never be with you, she doesn't want to upset Furiza. Damn Chikyuu, instilling useless moral values. No wonder Furiza purged it. So, she loves me, and I still can't be with her because she doesn't want to hurt the ass-hole who killed her family whom she cared for so deeply. So, all I have to do is convince her Furiza is a bastard.* He focused all his energy onto the left hand side of his head, where he knew there was a healing device. He did not know how it worked, but he knew that whenever he was suitably calm, he could focus his energy onto it, and he would be healed within minutes. It required total concentration, however, so it was next to useless in hand to hand combat. He returned to his quarters son after having convinced the doctor he was alright. Apparently Bulma had warned them that if Vegeta was allowed to do anything to at all worsen his condition, she would speak to Furiza. The doctors, as everyone else aboard Furiza's ship were acutely aware of the consequences arising from making an enemy out of Bulma. Luckily however, Bulma was far too good tempered to become enemies with anyone. The crew had been noticing the growing relationship between Vegeta & Bulma with interest. Not marked interest, however, for fear of what Furiza's actions might be. The general consensus aboard the ship was that anyone who dared cross Bulma would not only have to take it up with Furiza, they would now have to take it up with the saiya-jin prince. Prophesied to become stronger than Furiza himself. Needless to say, *everyone* aboard Furiza's ship treated her with marked respect, however tried not to show any affection for her. For different reasons, most of them did not find this at all challenging. The Kold-jins, and the ancient ancestors of the Kold-jins resented her making their strongest ruler in history, (for Furiza had long ago surpassed his father and even his brother).
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Bulma was seated at her desk, working on the blueprints for her latest prototype. The door was violently pushed open.
"Bulma, we must talk."
"Hai. I know."
She said, standing and walking around her desk to meet him.
"I wanted to ask you if you'd spoken to Furiza yet."
"I have, he was not angry, but he was upset. Vegeta, I don't know what to do. I love Furiza, but I only love him as a father, Vegeta, I trust you, tell me what I should do."
"I think you know what I think you should do."
"Vegeta, are you sure."
"Of course I'm sure, you may be attached to Furiza, but I, personally am not."
She looked at him,
"What's the use, I know I will give up sooner or later."
She stretched her arms up, behind his neck, and kissed him.
~INSERT LEMON HERE.I CAN'T WRITE LEMON, SO, THERE WILL NOT BE ONE HERE, HOWEVER, THERE SHOULD BE.JUST SO Y'KNOW! :) ~
Bulma blinked her eyes as she woke up. She looked up at Vegeta's face. His eyes were open, and fixed on the wall.
"Ossu, Vegeta."
"Ossu, Bulma."
"Aishiteru, Vegeta."
She sighed laying her head down in his chest. His head snapped down, nani!? She loved him!? He smiled. A real smile, not his trademark smirk. No doubt if he knew how nice he looked when he smiled, he would never do it again.
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~~~~~~~~~LATER THAT NIGHT~~~~~~~~~~
"Kuso,"
he swore, why had they not installed a clock with Vegeta-sei time!? He stomped over to the Maintenance Wing and demanded they give him a clock with Vegeta-sei time. He thanked them as only he can, by blowing up the boss for taking too long. With the new clock clutched in his hand he stomped back to his quarters. He sat down and began thinking about the lack of respect those idiots on Maintenance Wing. He had been o caught up in his complaints, he hadn't noticed he had ten minutes in which to prepare himself for dinner. Of course, getting prepared quickly was not a big problem to Vegeta however, getting to the Dining Hall within ten minutes could present a problem. He glanced down at what he was wearing, *it would do. * He levitated about a foot into the air, and took off at full speed toward the Dining Hall. As it happened, Vegeta had over-estimated the distance between his quarters, and he arrived a few minutes early. On looking around, he found it to be much the same as the Royal Palace of Vegeta-sei's dining hall. There were double doors toward the end of the long arched corridor leading to the Dining Hall. The doors were huge engraved slabs of polished mahogany. The floor was also polished mahogany. As soon as Furiza could be seen walking along the corridor all, an eerie silence fell over the assembled upper class guests, broken only by the monotonous echo of Furiza's footsteps. Suddenly a quiet padding of footsteps could be heard, quite a bit faster than Furiza's footsteps. Every head turned to the hallway leading on to the great corridor. Before long, Bulma appeared jogging along the corridors. Furiza's face brightened considerably,
"Ah, my dear, you have been able to join us, We are very much obliged, I'm sure."
All traces of Furiza's usual sarcastic tone were gone, as he spoke.
"I apologise for being late, my Lord, I was, er held up."
She said directing an icy glare at one of the men standing on either side of the corridor. Furiza's face fell back into it's usual expression of thinly veiled contempt mixed with anger, hidden behind a sarcastic smirk, and eyes whose malicious glint promised whoever he was looking at no good. His head snapped around to follow Buruma's eyes. He saw a blue and white alien of only slightly larger stature than his perfect, doll-like form. He beckoned with his hand. The warrior came forward, groveling, and muttering idiotic compliments to 'his Lord.'
"You held my head scientist up."
He announced sweetly, "How & why!" he shouted losing his ever-present infuriatingly cool demeanor.
"Me? My Lord,"
he had intended to deny it, however noting Furiza's expression he changed his tune,
"Why, I just asked her of she had finished the new gravity chamber, she said no, so I asked her if she could work on it if she had spare time."
"If she had spare time? But she said she was held up, so she wouldn't have been working on it, if she didn't *have* spare time."
"Perhaps she lost track of the time."
Furiza glanced over at Bulma, eyebrow raised, although she was preparing to speak in the creature's defense, her countenance told Furiza he was lying. He turned to face him;
"What's you name and race?"
"My name is Guidshaw, and my race are the Guidshaw-jins. I am their leader."
"So, you are here as a representative of your people, yet you threaten my head scientist?"
"Threaten, Sir?"
"I grow tired of this."
Furiza announced with a wave of his hand. Raising the other hand, he incinerated Guidshaw on the spot.
"You may enter the Dining Hall." Furiza announced. They guests were far too accustomed to Furiza's executions, especially when it came to Bulma, to be surprised at all by this latest display. They filed into the Dining Hall. The hall was in the style of Chikyuu's baroque era. The roof was extremely high, and the designs were intricate in the extreme. At the far wall of the room was a huge stained glass window depicting the evolution of the Kold-jins around the edge, forming a border, the middle, however was clear glass substitute, and through it could be seen thousands of billions of stars, all shining brightly against the pure black backdrop. The effect was very beautiful. It had not always been like this, of course, in fact, it had been changed at Buruma's request. The floor and roof were white marble, as were the legs of the attached table. The tables themselves were black marbles. There were four tables in the room, three of them parallel with a bench, (also of black marble) running along each side of them. At the front of the room, was the last table, running from about 5 metres from the left wall, to about 5 metres from the right wall, rather than front to back. At the center of the fourth table, facing the rest of the room, were two intricately carved thrones.
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Furiza sat on the throne to the left, while Buruma took her place at his right. Vegeta went to sit next to Bulma, however, was interrupted by Furiza;
"Vegeta-sama, come sit next to me, we have much to discuss, I believe."
Although Furiza was rather fond of Vegeta, his jealousy of Vegeta & Buruma far outweighed his affection for the saiya-jin prince.
"Vegeta-sama, I trust you are enjoying your stay here."
"Immensely, Furiza-sama."
Although Vegeta would not show open disrespect, he resolutely refused to call Furiza 'my Lord' as all the other saiya-jins seemed to, except his father.
"Have you heard some of the rumors flying around here of late?"
Furiza asked Vegeta with a laugh. Vegeta looked up, with him, Furiza never joked, he always had some ulterior motive.
"I have not Lord Furiza."
"See that window?" Furiza asked, gesturing to the window behind him with a delicate wave of his hand.
"I do, Furiza-sama."
"The view is beautiful, ne? Come, let us take a look at it together."
Furiza led Vegeta to the window where they stood, their backs to the rest of the room.
"You recall what we were talking about before I pointed this window out to you?"
"I do, Lord Furiza, you were querying me about my stay so far, and the rumors aboard you ship."
"Of course, you know the rumor I heard yesterday?"
Furiza asked, his eyes hardening, and turning fully on Vegeta.
"I have not, Vegeta-sama."
"They said, the last man I saw hitting on Buruma-sama, I killed, after taking his dignity and torturing him. He begged me to kill him, I did not comply as quickly as he would have liked."
Here Furiza brightened somewhat,
"However, they are only rumors, ne?"
"Indeed Furiza-sama."
Answered Vegeta warily, so, this was about Buruma. He could have laughed, so Furiza saw something between he & Buruma to be jealous of. These happy thoughts were cut short, however;
"Iie! That is not!" he hissed "That is true. I can give you his name. Hear this, Vegeta-sama, unless you give her up, and make sure she gives you up, I will transfer her to another ship, and, instead of killing you, I will take your pride, I will blow up Vegeta-sei as truly as you are standing here in front of me. She is mine, I can do with her as I wish, she isnot yours to paly around with!"
Vegeta did not lose his countenance once although his world had just some crashing down around his ears. He either made the woman he loved hate him, hurt her, or sacrifice his people and never see her again. Had he been able to sacrifice Vegeta-sei and still see her, there would have been no competition, she was worth any sacrifice. However, he would not sacrifice his people and gain nothing.
"As you wish Lord Furiza, although I cannot see anything remarkable in my relationship with Buruma-san, it will be as you wish."
Furiza inclined his head,
"Very well, shall we finish our meal, I wouldn't want to insult our cook."
"Of course, Lord Furiza. I understand your hatred of insulting people."
They went back to the meal. However the meal had lost its taste, the room had lost its beauty, only Buruma retained her
charm.
END OF CHAPTER ONE.
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didn't like it, and prefer his story. It is set about 5-10yrs after Vegeta came to Earth in the
DBZ timeline. Most chars exist, although they are not mentioned much in this chapter. Any complaints are welcome, flames, obviously, are not, however, I have come to the decision, that flamers are not worth the time or the space they take up. (That being said, I don't know why I am wasting space by writing about them, then explaining why I'm writing about them I'll stop now!) Ciao, (Chow, LOL), & Enjoy!
Diamonds Are A Saiya-Jin's Best Friend.
"Vegeta no Ou, your son has grown very strong, I think it is time he was properly trained aboard
my ship."
Vegeta no Ou bristled at the implication his son could not be properly trained on Vegeta-sei, but kept his face blank, and nodded carelessly. All he wanted was for his son to get strong and defeat the overbearing bastard standing in front of him. He did not want to risk his
son's life, but he wanted to leave his son an empire still intact.
"Lord Furiza, so that my boy can be properly trained in Saiya-jin ways, I ask for his tutor,
Commander Bardock, his personal trainer, Nappa, and a third class soldier, Radditz, (so the
Prince can grow up with a proper knowledge of his place in saiya-jin society,) to be taken with
him aboard your ship."
"Of course, Vegeta no Ou. I understand how important traditions are to saiya-jins."
Furiza answered him, the sarcasm in his voice, only just audible.
A knock at the door interrupted their meeting, Vegeta no Ou raised his voice slightly and called,
"Come in, if this isn't important you can expect a meeting with Enma Daio very soon."
Vegeta no Ouji pushed the doors open, and marched in,
"Good evening, Father, I heard Lord Furiza has come to visit Vegeta-sei, and I came to pay my respects."
Vegeta, of course, had come for nothing of the sort; he had come to tell his father some new information he'd heard about 'Lord Furiza.'
"Well, wasn't that nice of you, little Prince, your father and I were just talking about you, in fact. I was telling your father that I think you're quite strong enough to come aboard my ship to train and travel around with me."
Vegeta glanced up at his father, who nodded his head minutely,
"I'd be honoured, Lord Furiza-sama."
He answered him, although he'd much rather stay on Vegeta-sei, he did not want to think what would happen if he left his planet to Furiza. The entire saiya-jin race thought Vegeta was 'the prophesied one.' They thought he was the Legendary Super Saiya-jin. Furiza also believed this to a point, enough to not want to risk making Vegeta no Ouji too angry or worried. He would eventually grow out of this fear, however at that point in time, he still lived in some fear of the saiya-jins. Furiza was not brave; he was a good businessman, and a good salesman, however he was a coward. His interest in fighting did not stem from anything more than a desire for control over something too moral, complex, and diverse for him to ever fully understand, little own, control. Furiza had no intention of leaving the saiya-jins to grow stronger as a race before taking them on, as soon as he had Vegeta off the planet, he planned to blow it up. Furiza was not given to affection, however he saw Vegeta's uses in his strength, coldness, and viciousness. Also, aside from that, Furiza felt something akin to affection for the young prince. He was exactly the same as Furiza had been at his age, all those centuries ago. Furiza wanted to train Vegeta so that when he became as old as Furiza, he too could have an Empire the size of the Kold-jin Empire.
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"Come, Vegeta no Ouji, I will give you a tour of my ship."
Furiza began leading him through a complicated maze of corridors, lobbies, mess halls, and personal quarters ranging from first class to third. As they walked, Furiza began to fill him in on what was going on aboard the ship.
"Coming up in a few weeks will be a formal ball, mainly only to give the workers an extra incentive to get back from their purging missions. There is a minimum of purging missions to attend the ball. My head scientist will be making the other guest list."
Vegeta was tempted to raise his eyebrow at a scientist making the guest list. Although scientists were considered important on Vegeta-sei, Furiza had a famous dislike for them.
Finally they came to a stop outside the Science Wing. "If you are in need of training implements, weapons, or anything of the like, this is the place to go. However, there is someone here I expect you to give the utmost respect to. She is my head scientist and strategist, and one of the main reasons we achieve as many victories as we do. To the other scientists, however, in fact to almost anyone else on the ship, you may do as you wish. Do you wish to meet my head scientist?"
"Yes, Lord Furiza-sama."
Vegeta answered him cordially, but reluctantly, he had no interest in science, his interests lay in fighting. However this scientist seemed to be very important to Furiza, and he had to be on Furiza's good side if he wanted to discover Furiza's ultimate plans for Vegeta-sei. Furiza stepped into the room, looking around him. He glanced over his shoulder,
"I'll be right back with her, Vegeta no Ouji."
Sure enough, a few minutes later, he came back with a beautiful blue haired woman to his left. From her neck hung a beautiful diamond pendant. It was not so big it looked tacky, however it was not so small it looked insignificant, and it matched her eyes beautifully.
"This, Vegeta no Ouji, is Bulma-san, my head scientist and strategist."
Whoever Vegeta had expected, it had not been her. She was beautiful. Physically, of course, but her eyes, they were so full of inner strength, yet so dead, they were so sad and deep, they told of many hells endured, yet, so innocent and naïve. He quickly regained his composure, and glanced at Furiza to see if he had noticed Vegeta's loss of composure. Furiza, however, was gazing at Bulma in his own twisted little version of rapt adoration. Vegeta wondered whether Furiza knew how he was looking at her. Furiza, in fact, did *not* know how he was looking at her. He knew he was very attached to her, and that was enough for him to hide his affection for her. Furiza had many enemies, and he didn't want Bulma getting hurt. Of course, although a lot of Furiza's crew were attracted to her, in fact, many believed they were in love with her, but they knew better than to hit on her. There were still rumours going around about what had happened to the last one to hit on her, not to mention the last one to show her disrespect. Bulma seemed rather attached to Furiza also, although his feelings were not reciprocated as strongly, or in the same way. Bulma looked at Furiza as a father figure. She had loved her father, and she knew Furiza had killed him, however, she had never been able to hate him for it, besides, Kami-Sama had told her that her Father would die, and that it was for the best. She had never been able to bring herself to hate Furiza, although Kami knew, she had tried, and from that, as well as gratefulness for treating her so well, had grown a real affection.
"Nice to meet you."
She said, extending her hand to be shaken. Vegeta took her hand, and felt a sudden overwhelming urge to kiss her, to kill anyone who had done her wrong, to make her life perfect, to see those eyes brighten because of him. To bond with her, a saiya-jin bond, one of the strongest bonds in the universe. *Where had that come from?* He shook his head imperceptibly, these thoughts were unacceptable.
"My Lord tells me you are the Prince of Vegeta-sei."
Vegeta inclined his head,
"He tells you the truth."
"Well, then, I suppose I'll be seeing more of you in the next few months, or however long you're staying aboard, seeing as you'll be in the upper class quarters."
This realisation pleased Vegeta very much, but he just inclined his head again, and said:
"I look forward to it."
She smiled warmly, and her eyes did brighten because of him. She felt something for him, he was cold, and offhanded, but she felt something so intense, and beautiful, yet so vulnerable, something so perfect, but desperate to change, just under the surface.
"As do I."
She answered him smiling brightly. Furiza saw it in his best interests to cut this little conversation off as soon as possible.
"Come, Vegeta no Ouji, there is still much to see and do before we can leave Vegeta-sei."
"Yes, Furiza-sama."
Vegeta answered him in a monotone, keeping his eyes on Bulma. Furiza began walking toward the next corridor. Vegeta's eyes flicked to Furiza's retreating form, then back to Bulma.
"I shall see you the ball, I suppose."
"I certainly hope so."
"I shall see you around the ship, then, Bulma-san"
"Hai, Vegeta no Ouji."
Furiza had not even nearly finished his little tour. Finally, after a few more hours, Furiza stopped outside Vegeta's quarters, bid him good-bye and strode off. Vegeta sat down on the edge of his bed, deep in thought. Furiza had dropped no hint of his plans for Vegeta-sei, (Vegeta didn't realise this was because there *were* no plans for Vegeta-sei, he intended to blow it to Kingdom Come, and be done with it). He glanced down at the clock, which had been installed, in his room. It was not Vegeta-sei time, it was intergalactic time. Although the saiya-jins had done a lot of travelling, they had always used Vegeta-sei time believing themselves to be above changing time measurements just to fit in with the galaxy. Vegeta began to see Bulma regularly in the weeks leading up to the ball. Mostly he would come to visit her at her lab, (a state of the art affair, which Furiza had installed at her request early in her stay with him).
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"Konichi Wa, Bulma-san."
"Ohayoo, Vegeta-kun."
She answered without lifting her eyes from the microchip she was working on.
"Bulma-san, we need to talk."
"Hai." She answered slowing her work, but not lifting her eyes all the same.
"Bulma, I think I love you."
Her head snapped up.
"Nani!?"
she cried.
"Gomen nasai, Bulma-san, I was just leaving anyway."
She opened her mouth to protest, but he was gone.
"VEGETA-KUN!"
she yelled after him, but he was too far away.
*Baka! What the hell did you think you were doing!?* He asked himself, far beyond annoyance. *Just what, pray, did you hope to gain by this little confession. She didn't ever need to know. Now you can't see her again. Now she'll never love you. You are so stupid.* He shook his head, these thoughts were unacceptable. He sunk down onto his bed. She didn't love him, she didn't hate him, but she didn't love him. He loved her and she 'didn't mind him.' He was bonded to her, and she 'didn't mind him.'* He never thought he'd be stupid enough to bond at all, little own form a one-sided bond. He began to smash his head on the wall. *I need to train.* He thought to himself. He stood up, dressed in his training armor, and headed toward the training room.
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Vegeta had never trained so hard in his life, but he still kept going. He knew from some of his ex-soldiers what *life* would be like with a one-sided kamikaze bond. He might as well sacrifice himself and become the strongest saiya-jin ever to live, at least he could retain some dignity. He usually would have passed out by now, but he would not allow himself to pass into unconsciousness- that would be a reward. He had to keep going, he would train until he died or passed out. Preferably the latter, then he could ask to go on a purging mission, or a battle, and be *unable* to block himself in time. *Must keep going, must keep going, must keep going…..* and then he saw only black.
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*Bulma, black, Bulma, black, Bulma, Bulma, black, Bulma, Bulma, black, Bulma, Bulma, Bulma!* His eyes began to stop flickering,
"Bu-Bulma."
She smiled,
"Vegeta-sama, you're alright! The doctors said you probably wouldn't pull through, saiya-jins must have an excellent healing system….." she kept in talking cheerfully about nothing, to try to convince Vegeta he'd be alright, but he was too caught up in hi own thoughts. *She was worried about me, nani? O course she was worried about you, baka, she'd be worried about anyone. Notice she was calling you your formal title again? It wasn't cold formality, though, it was respectful formality. Rather like your formality to Furiza, ne? -Virtual sigh- hai. *
"Hai, Bulma-san, I'm fine. Of course I'm fine, I am the saiya-jin prince, no saiya-jin has ever died in training, (well, excluding the third class warriors, but no-one keeps statistics on them,) and I, their prince, do not intend to either."
She fingered the ever-present diamond necklace hanging around her neck.
"No, I know you wouldn't have died. I wouldn't have allowed you to die."
He smirked,
"you, would not allow, me, to die? You!?"
"Hai, I may not be very strong, Vegeta-kun, but I *do* have my ways."
He began to question what she said, however stopped himself, when he realized what she'd said;
"You didn't want me to die?"
"Of course I didn't want you to die. I don't want anyone to die."
"Oh."
"However, for you, I would have used my last resort. Only you, and you had better not mention this conversation to anyone."
"I won't, who would I tell?"
he asked with a small self-mocking laugh.
"My father doesn't care, my people refuse to talk to me about anything but war and death for fear I will become weak, or kill them for being so disrespectful. (Surprisingly enough, I believe they fear the former more, they would happily die by the hand of their prince.) And Furiza, well, I am not so stupid."
"I am so sorry, Vegeta I did not realise how bad things really were."
He looked up at her, sitting beside his bed, her hair falling across her shoulders and almost touching his chest. He reached both hands up, and pulled her face down to his, kissing her. She returned his kiss, and wrapped her hands around his neck. Suddenly she sat up with a start,
"No, Vegeta, you're not healthy."
"You now as well as I do I'm perfectly healthy, don't lie to me."
"Vegeta, you know when Chikyuu was purged I had no one but Son-kun, Yamucha, Chi-Chi and Gohan. They are aboard the ship, and although I see them regularly there are certain things they cannot do with me. When I was alone, I did not know what to do. I have no fighting power, and if someone wants me to do something, there is not much I can do. A few weeks into my stay here, I had a meeting with Furiza-sama, he has been very kind to me, and I love him like a father. I know it was him who ordered the purging of Chikyuu, however, I spoke to Kami-sama a while before it was, and apparently my father he was going to die very slowly and painfully anyway very soon, so it was for the best. My mother could not and would not have lived without my father. She is a bit of a ditz, and she would not be able to function properly without him. Besides, she too was nearing the end of her life. Anyway, I have never been able to bring myself to hate Furiza as I should. He took me under his protection, and I love him like a father. However, he loves me .... differently. Until Furiza knows about us, it can not and will not go any further."
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*So she DID love him. So...she will never be with you, she doesn't want to upset Furiza. Damn Chikyuu, instilling useless moral values. No wonder Furiza purged it. So, she loves me, and I still can't be with her because she doesn't want to hurt the ass-hole who killed her family whom she cared for so deeply. So, all I have to do is convince her Furiza is a bastard.* He focused all his energy onto the left hand side of his head, where he knew there was a healing device. He did not know how it worked, but he knew that whenever he was suitably calm, he could focus his energy onto it, and he would be healed within minutes. It required total concentration, however, so it was next to useless in hand to hand combat. He returned to his quarters son after having convinced the doctor he was alright. Apparently Bulma had warned them that if Vegeta was allowed to do anything to at all worsen his condition, she would speak to Furiza. The doctors, as everyone else aboard Furiza's ship were acutely aware of the consequences arising from making an enemy out of Bulma. Luckily however, Bulma was far too good tempered to become enemies with anyone. The crew had been noticing the growing relationship between Vegeta & Bulma with interest. Not marked interest, however, for fear of what Furiza's actions might be. The general consensus aboard the ship was that anyone who dared cross Bulma would not only have to take it up with Furiza, they would now have to take it up with the saiya-jin prince. Prophesied to become stronger than Furiza himself. Needless to say, *everyone* aboard Furiza's ship treated her with marked respect, however tried not to show any affection for her. For different reasons, most of them did not find this at all challenging. The Kold-jins, and the ancient ancestors of the Kold-jins resented her making their strongest ruler in history, (for Furiza had long ago surpassed his father and even his brother).
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Bulma was seated at her desk, working on the blueprints for her latest prototype. The door was violently pushed open.
"Bulma, we must talk."
"Hai. I know."
She said, standing and walking around her desk to meet him.
"I wanted to ask you if you'd spoken to Furiza yet."
"I have, he was not angry, but he was upset. Vegeta, I don't know what to do. I love Furiza, but I only love him as a father, Vegeta, I trust you, tell me what I should do."
"I think you know what I think you should do."
"Vegeta, are you sure."
"Of course I'm sure, you may be attached to Furiza, but I, personally am not."
She looked at him,
"What's the use, I know I will give up sooner or later."
She stretched her arms up, behind his neck, and kissed him.
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Bulma blinked her eyes as she woke up. She looked up at Vegeta's face. His eyes were open, and fixed on the wall.
"Ossu, Vegeta."
"Ossu, Bulma."
"Aishiteru, Vegeta."
She sighed laying her head down in his chest. His head snapped down, nani!? She loved him!? He smiled. A real smile, not his trademark smirk. No doubt if he knew how nice he looked when he smiled, he would never do it again.
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~~~~~~~~~LATER THAT NIGHT~~~~~~~~~~
"Kuso,"
he swore, why had they not installed a clock with Vegeta-sei time!? He stomped over to the Maintenance Wing and demanded they give him a clock with Vegeta-sei time. He thanked them as only he can, by blowing up the boss for taking too long. With the new clock clutched in his hand he stomped back to his quarters. He sat down and began thinking about the lack of respect those idiots on Maintenance Wing. He had been o caught up in his complaints, he hadn't noticed he had ten minutes in which to prepare himself for dinner. Of course, getting prepared quickly was not a big problem to Vegeta however, getting to the Dining Hall within ten minutes could present a problem. He glanced down at what he was wearing, *it would do. * He levitated about a foot into the air, and took off at full speed toward the Dining Hall. As it happened, Vegeta had over-estimated the distance between his quarters, and he arrived a few minutes early. On looking around, he found it to be much the same as the Royal Palace of Vegeta-sei's dining hall. There were double doors toward the end of the long arched corridor leading to the Dining Hall. The doors were huge engraved slabs of polished mahogany. The floor was also polished mahogany. As soon as Furiza could be seen walking along the corridor all, an eerie silence fell over the assembled upper class guests, broken only by the monotonous echo of Furiza's footsteps. Suddenly a quiet padding of footsteps could be heard, quite a bit faster than Furiza's footsteps. Every head turned to the hallway leading on to the great corridor. Before long, Bulma appeared jogging along the corridors. Furiza's face brightened considerably,
"Ah, my dear, you have been able to join us, We are very much obliged, I'm sure."
All traces of Furiza's usual sarcastic tone were gone, as he spoke.
"I apologise for being late, my Lord, I was, er held up."
She said directing an icy glare at one of the men standing on either side of the corridor. Furiza's face fell back into it's usual expression of thinly veiled contempt mixed with anger, hidden behind a sarcastic smirk, and eyes whose malicious glint promised whoever he was looking at no good. His head snapped around to follow Buruma's eyes. He saw a blue and white alien of only slightly larger stature than his perfect, doll-like form. He beckoned with his hand. The warrior came forward, groveling, and muttering idiotic compliments to 'his Lord.'
"You held my head scientist up."
He announced sweetly, "How & why!" he shouted losing his ever-present infuriatingly cool demeanor.
"Me? My Lord,"
he had intended to deny it, however noting Furiza's expression he changed his tune,
"Why, I just asked her of she had finished the new gravity chamber, she said no, so I asked her if she could work on it if she had spare time."
"If she had spare time? But she said she was held up, so she wouldn't have been working on it, if she didn't *have* spare time."
"Perhaps she lost track of the time."
Furiza glanced over at Bulma, eyebrow raised, although she was preparing to speak in the creature's defense, her countenance told Furiza he was lying. He turned to face him;
"What's you name and race?"
"My name is Guidshaw, and my race are the Guidshaw-jins. I am their leader."
"So, you are here as a representative of your people, yet you threaten my head scientist?"
"Threaten, Sir?"
"I grow tired of this."
Furiza announced with a wave of his hand. Raising the other hand, he incinerated Guidshaw on the spot.
"You may enter the Dining Hall." Furiza announced. They guests were far too accustomed to Furiza's executions, especially when it came to Bulma, to be surprised at all by this latest display. They filed into the Dining Hall. The hall was in the style of Chikyuu's baroque era. The roof was extremely high, and the designs were intricate in the extreme. At the far wall of the room was a huge stained glass window depicting the evolution of the Kold-jins around the edge, forming a border, the middle, however was clear glass substitute, and through it could be seen thousands of billions of stars, all shining brightly against the pure black backdrop. The effect was very beautiful. It had not always been like this, of course, in fact, it had been changed at Buruma's request. The floor and roof were white marble, as were the legs of the attached table. The tables themselves were black marbles. There were four tables in the room, three of them parallel with a bench, (also of black marble) running along each side of them. At the front of the room, was the last table, running from about 5 metres from the left wall, to about 5 metres from the right wall, rather than front to back. At the center of the fourth table, facing the rest of the room, were two intricately carved thrones.
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Furiza sat on the throne to the left, while Buruma took her place at his right. Vegeta went to sit next to Bulma, however, was interrupted by Furiza;
"Vegeta-sama, come sit next to me, we have much to discuss, I believe."
Although Furiza was rather fond of Vegeta, his jealousy of Vegeta & Buruma far outweighed his affection for the saiya-jin prince.
"Vegeta-sama, I trust you are enjoying your stay here."
"Immensely, Furiza-sama."
Although Vegeta would not show open disrespect, he resolutely refused to call Furiza 'my Lord' as all the other saiya-jins seemed to, except his father.
"Have you heard some of the rumors flying around here of late?"
Furiza asked Vegeta with a laugh. Vegeta looked up, with him, Furiza never joked, he always had some ulterior motive.
"I have not Lord Furiza."
"See that window?" Furiza asked, gesturing to the window behind him with a delicate wave of his hand.
"I do, Furiza-sama."
"The view is beautiful, ne? Come, let us take a look at it together."
Furiza led Vegeta to the window where they stood, their backs to the rest of the room.
"You recall what we were talking about before I pointed this window out to you?"
"I do, Lord Furiza, you were querying me about my stay so far, and the rumors aboard you ship."
"Of course, you know the rumor I heard yesterday?"
Furiza asked, his eyes hardening, and turning fully on Vegeta.
"I have not, Vegeta-sama."
"They said, the last man I saw hitting on Buruma-sama, I killed, after taking his dignity and torturing him. He begged me to kill him, I did not comply as quickly as he would have liked."
Here Furiza brightened somewhat,
"However, they are only rumors, ne?"
"Indeed Furiza-sama."
Answered Vegeta warily, so, this was about Buruma. He could have laughed, so Furiza saw something between he & Buruma to be jealous of. These happy thoughts were cut short, however;
"Iie! That is not!" he hissed "That is true. I can give you his name. Hear this, Vegeta-sama, unless you give her up, and make sure she gives you up, I will transfer her to another ship, and, instead of killing you, I will take your pride, I will blow up Vegeta-sei as truly as you are standing here in front of me. She is mine, I can do with her as I wish, she isnot yours to paly around with!"
Vegeta did not lose his countenance once although his world had just some crashing down around his ears. He either made the woman he loved hate him, hurt her, or sacrifice his people and never see her again. Had he been able to sacrifice Vegeta-sei and still see her, there would have been no competition, she was worth any sacrifice. However, he would not sacrifice his people and gain nothing.
"As you wish Lord Furiza, although I cannot see anything remarkable in my relationship with Buruma-san, it will be as you wish."
Furiza inclined his head,
"Very well, shall we finish our meal, I wouldn't want to insult our cook."
"Of course, Lord Furiza. I understand your hatred of insulting people."
They went back to the meal. However the meal had lost its taste, the room had lost its beauty, only Buruma retained her
charm.
END OF CHAPTER ONE.
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