Disclaimer: I still don't own anything. So don't ask. I don't own the Zora's either, Nintendo does.
A/N: Hey, three people reviewed, it's a miracle! Anyway, if you haven't reread the first chapter yet, I advise you do cause I revised it and put it up again. For all of those who want to know, this will -not- be a Vegeta/Bulma romance. Although part of Bulma's personality will be placed in a character that Vegeta gets together with. Also Sayia-jins do not reach adulthood until they're twenty-five. That's just going to be my theory. Enjoy your reading!!
The eloquent story of Vegeta, Prince of the Sayia-jins
Four years later...
Vegeta walked down the marble hallways, now 18 years old. The bright, hot sun streaming in through the tinted pentagon shaped windows. He was looking for Zhenia, she had left two hours ago for the village, and now he was worried about her. Why do I care? She can take care of herself, I am the Prince of the Sayia-jins, much to important for the likes of her...' He couldn't help thinking about how most of the men out of the palace gates were much stronger then she, she was not the Get the hell out of my way, or I'll kick sorry your sorry ass' type, she was more of Get the hell out of my way, or I'll sick the Prince on you' Type. Vegeta shook his head and growled as he left the bright hallways into the even brighter world outside of the protective shade the palace provided. Vegeta squinted and waited for his sight to adjust before moving on toward the village, passing the large, burly guards on the way out.
He was not happy, he had been walking around for an hour aimlessly, and had yet to find anything. A woman's voice was heard in the sudden quietness of the street, for only a second. In that second, Vegeta focused all his attention to the conversation to the low levels.
Did you hear that this weird girl came to the slave docks, claiming she knew the Prince and that he would beat anyone's ass's who touched her afte' some guy made advances at her. Ya right, like a second class warrior...maybe not warrior more like a coward, would know the Prince enough for him ta' do somethin' like that. The guy laughed, the women smirked. Vegeta growled and moved on. Speak of the devil... the man said, once he caught sight of the distraught Sayia-jin Prince. They watched him with wide eyes until he walked out of sight in the billowing sand.
Vegeta traveled the half mile to the slave docks, where he almost spotted her at once. Sure enough he heard her yelling threats at three men who surrounded her. Vegeta almost shook with anger as he walked toward the group. The men had their backs to him as he stopped two feet away. He growled loudly, the men stopped their tormenting. One turned and started to tell him off.
What the hell do you want? Can't you see we're bu....sy.....He finished staring at the snarling Prince, bearing his teeth he stepped forward. The men stepped back all staring at him in fear. The woman behind them gloating as she crossed her frail arms and smirked.
What in the fuckin' hell do you think you're doing! He demanded, they could tell he was angry, and the people around him moved a good twenty feet away. Zhenia grinned behind the men, and when they almost ran into her, she shoved them back toward the prince. They gave a startled yelp.
What did I tell you? She asked, crossing her arms. Vegeta, they tried to touch me and...and....just.....you know...do that nasty third class thing they do. She said, a scowl on her face. Vegeta glanced up at her, she was wearing a lime green tank top and a pair of baggy pants that had a slanting belt on it. The shirt showed off her stomach, her pants were ripped in many placed, and her shirt was almost torn off. Vegeta's angry snarl turned savage as he glared at the men, who were almost crying.
I'm sorry! We didn't know she knew you! One of the men cried, when Vegeta snapped his jaws and raised a fist he urinated out of fear. Vegeta picked one up by the shirt and growled a few words, Zhenia didn't hear them, but by the way the guy was trembling, she knew it wasn't very nice. Vegeta threw the man and he screamed until he was out of sight, the two other men watched in disbelief and fell to the ground bowing and expressing their sorriness. Vegeta kicked them both in the ribs.
If you two shit heads -ever- think you can go near -any- fuckin' woman in your disgusting life, you two are going to be spending the rest your worthless bastard lives in hell! Vegeta followed that sentence up with two glowing balls and shooting it at the private parts of both men who answered in a high pitched scream. Vegeta glared at the two men, and motioned for Zhenia to follow him. Zhenia did, but not before she kicked both of the men and gave a tug to their tails. She took a side long glance at Vegeta's face, it was starting to return to it's normal color. It had turned a slight red, and it startled Zhenia that he could be that mad. He still looked as if he were going to blow up the planet along with many others. Looking back at the cobble stone walkway, she followed him back in the palace. It was surprising how many people, who normally said a hello when they passed him, stopped and just slightly bowed. They knew him well enough to know when he was mad.
Thanks Vegeta... Zhenia said quietly, pulling at her almost flat, dark hair. Vegeta glanced down at her and just grunted.
You wouldn't be thanking me if you took those damn training class's. Vegeta said, before turning in his room, leaving Zhenia standing outside of his door. Zhenia stayed at the door for a few seconds before hesitantly leaving. Vegeta stood just inside the door, his breathing shallow. How could they? How could she leave? She knew she shouldn't be out there, when she could have everything from in the palace. Why does he care? He should be laughing at her weakness, not dwell on it with concern. Yes, she could have been raped and killed. But that happens alot here, on Vegeta-sei, what does one little second class Sayia-jin girl matter? There aren't many woman anymore...the thought came to him. Not many, so...the race has survived before without woman. Who needs them when men can so easily have brats themselves? What is the point really, of having them? Just to set the Sayia-jin race back with weakness' such as Zhenia? Or to try and be normal enough to not be disliked by more planets then they are already...he didn't know. He really didn't care to know either.
He walked over to the small dresser, and picked up a small piece of paper. It was addressed to him, from the nobles. He was to meet with one of their daughters, to talk about future arrangements.' He didn't want anything to do with woman right now. He threw the piece of paper out of the balcony's open window, he gazed past the falling piece of parchment, to see many sand dragons trudge on through the blizzard that shook with sand. Many were overturned but the great race of them survived, the weak died, leaving the strong. That's what he would do when he was king, kill the weak, so the strong may progress.
It was nearing summer for Vegeta-sei. A year for them was six hundred and thirty nine days, the seasons were longer. The season most dreaded on the warm planet, was summer. Vegeta-sei was already covered in boiling springs, erupting volcanoes, underwater spouts, and the like. The summer was the worst, the air would go dry, leaving many throats dry and parched, wishing for water. There were many sandstorms that raided the surrounding villages, tearing down weak buildings. Of course when that happened, the palace just shut itself up, leaving the low levels and commoners to deal with it alone. Only the strong survived the summer, or the ones who hid away in the palace, where it was cooled automatically by a cooling system that their scientists came up with just three years ago.
He sat on his bed and looked at the red carpet, the blood red carpet. There was nothing for him here, except for him being Prince. He suddenly didn't care if he was to become ruler, what was so great about it? You get tons of paper work, you have to deal with other whiny rulers from other worlds, you get blamed for every wrong in the world. And worst of all, you are ruling over a bunch of stupid people who love to fight. Then again, it didn't sound so bad, he could get anything he wanted. Even a mate, he wasn't sure if it was the -right- mate though. He was starting to tell he was leaning toward Zhenia, who seemed delighted with the extra attention she was getting, but then he felt slightly quilty for leaving Surori alone to fend for her self every time he went chasing after Zhenia. Next time she didn't come back, he wasn't going to look for her. Nor was he going to look for Surori, they could come to him. He wasn't their dog, in fact one was supposed to be his slave, not his friend. Speaking of friends, he hasn't seen Bardock in quite a while. Chasing after Zhenia has taken a toll on his social life, even if his social life was almost on ground zero.
Standing, he took one more look at the fading, orange sun in the distance, stained with the swirl's of red,orange and yellow sand. He turned to the door and left, slamming it shut to let himself be known to all who cared to listen. He stalked down two flights of stairs, meeting many people on the way, pretending he didn't see them, and they didn't exist in his little world. He was just thinking of killing all that he saw when he became king when he reached a door that read 364.' Not even bothering to knock, he tried the knob, open. He stalked in the room, smaller then his, just a plain gray and black background, with a few more things cluttered around, no doubt from Bardock's wife, Aira. A boy just a few years younger then him, stuck his head from around the corner and grinned at him. It was uncanny how much Kakkorot and Bardock looked alike. Radditz did seem to look like his father, but he had some of his mothers...qualities, to dare say.
Father! The -prince- is here! The boy shouted, he had only twice met Vegeta, one when he first came to the palace, and another when he was brought back. Vegeta normally came when he knew Bardock was alone. Bardock walked around the corner, in nothing but a pair of spandex like shorts. Vegeta crinkled his nose in disgust.
You should show more respect in front of your Prince! Vegeta said, looking Bardock up and down, criticizing him. Bardock, bowed, a smirk plastered on his face. Vegeta still held a foul looking scowl, arms crossed, feet set shoulder width apart.
Sir, what brings you? He asked, shooing his adolescent son away with his hand. Vegeta took a few more steps in. Bardock stared at him, waiting.
He really didn't know what to say. It just wasn't his nature to say, Just came to see an old friend' he really didn't know why he came anyway. Just bored, you seemed to be first on my list to torment. Bardock took this as normality, and nodded. Aira walked in from the kitchen, she spotted him, bowed and turned on her heel. She was still jumpy around him, she did not see why Bardock got along with him all the time, he was scary.
Bardock said sarcastically, the grin earned from Vegeta justified that he wasn't under Vegeta's bad list. He motioned for him to sit on the weathered couch. Vegeta stared at it for many moments before taking a seat, sitting directly on the edge while Bardock slumped into it. So really, I hope you didn't come for some tea and cookies.
Of course not you old fool. I was bored, and I needed something to do you old coot, so shut up and find something interesting. Vegeta growled, glaring back at Bardock, who grinned. He was used to Vegeta being like this, he knew Vegeta was hiding the fact he really didn't know why he was here. Bardock cocked his head in thought. Something rarely seen here...' Vegeta thought, scowling at how the smart Sayia-jin race had befallen stupidity.
Snappy comeback. We do have a knew training bot, should last more than a few minutes this time. This caught Vegeta's attention, and Bardock knew it when Vegeta's eyebrows went up slightly. Being around Vegeta so much, and s knowing him since childhood, has it's benefits.
Really? You actually fabricated something that could stand more than two minutes in the same room as me? Really, I'm impressed, something so hard must have taken you away from your work and loving family for so long. Vegeta said, sarcastically. Bardock snorted and straightened himself.
Really...I had to take...Bardock faked a small sob. Take five minutes off my dinner time! Vegeta laughed along with Bardock as Aira stuck her head out of the kitchen doors, glaring at both of them. With a glare from Vegeta, she gasped and soon she was out of sight. I'll take you down to the science lab tomorrow to show you. Bardock said standing up. Vegeta stood also, turning, Bardock gave a small bow. On his way out, he saw a pair of dark eyes looking up at him from the hallway. A pair that looked so honored, pride of who he was flooded through Vegeta as he stalked down the halls, only his feet thudded on the marble floor.
Vegeta reached his room only to have a disgruntled Surori run up to him, panic in her eyes.
Sir! You're going to be late! She hands clasped in front of her, she stared up at him. His arms still crossed he stared back at her, a scowl on his face. Late for what? Oh, yes, the arrangements' with him and the nobles daughter. Vegeta rolled his eyes and left, not caring to change his outfit of a plain training tank and a pair of spandex like pants. He defiantly didn't leave without the House of Vegeta crest upon his chest, tied with gold marbles. He stalked down the hallways once again, feeling and looking important as always. But something worried him, what if he was forced to mate with her? He did not want to mate with anyone, at the moment. The choice was his, he didn't care if it was a man or not, but he was not mating with something he didn't care for. He was most likely to kill her then.
Upon reaching the witch wood doors, angry voices could be heard. Vegeta paused, listening.
My son does not need a mate! You know as well as I that he is to young, now shut up and sit down before I kill you! came the angered voice of his father. Young? He was not young! He just didn't want to mate.
Vegeta said, striding into the room, the Kings gaze turned from the bowing man to his only son, who glared at him, also. I have no need to have a mate forced upon me. I can very well pick and find one of my own, so send this idiot back were he came from, with his ugly and weak brat. The man bowing looked up, startled, the young woman next to him with shoulder length black hair and slanted black eyes stared up at him, eyes wide.
See, Cirdol, he does not need assistance, no get out of my sight! The king gloated, puffing his chest out. The man gave a meek apology and took his daughter by the arm. They walked out together, the girl glancing at him as they passed, a look of fear in her eyes. He knew she was to be beat for not impressing the Prince, not even looking at him for more then a few minutes.
I do not need yours either, so stay out of my personal business. The calm note in his voice told the king that his son was prone to take a violent tantrum if provoked, so he just glared at his son as he turned his heel and walked back down the familiar hallway. Zhenia spotted him after a few minutes, taking his arm. Vegeta had been so lost in his thoughts that he did not see her. He made a movement to hit the offender, but stopped when he heard a female voice gasp.
Vegeta! What's wrong with you? You normally hear me a mile away; There was concern in her voice as she gazed at him through her worry some eyes. Vegeta looked down at her with his own dark eyes, searching her face. Finally he turned his body fully toward her, she took a step back, surprised. Vegeta's gloved hand came to rest on her cheek as he pulled her into a rough kiss. Her arms slowing and hesitantly weaved their way around his neck. She leaned into him as he pressed harder. This is what she had always wanted, a confirmation that the Prince -did- look at her, -did- notice her. And liked what he saw, and she knew if that was the case then he would have no trouble getting what he wanted. He pulled her back with a slight jerk the the back of her head, gripping the dark hair. They both stared at each other, both seeing unseen emotions in each others eyes. Vegeta suddenly ripped away from her and almost ran down the hall, she stood, her arms held out in front of her as she heard the sound of his door slamming shut. She felt tears beckoning, what if this meant he didn't want her? What if that was just a test? No, it couldn't be, the way he is, he must have been confused or something...had to have been. She slowly went in the same direction Vegeta had went, but turned down a hallway before she was even hallway to his room.
A/N: Hopefully that was the right place to end. Stay tuned for the next chapter!! And review while your at it...
