A/N: Here is another chapter for all you people who are reading this fic.
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had this fic laying around for 2 months but I never put it up cuz I was
scared nobody would like it, so you guy's have really boosted my
confidence. Thank you and Happy Reading!
Disclaimer: I have nothing, nada, zip, zilch, zero. So you can't sue :P!!
Chapter 7
Bulma had been awoken by a loud banging on her bedroom door. Grumbling, she got up with a yawn. The knocking became louder and more persistant. "Alright, I'm coming! Hold your damn horses." Pouting she opened the door, clad only in flannel PJ bottoms and a blue midriff tank top. In front of her stood a very annoyed yet surprised Prince. "What do you want now?" She asked coldly.
Her hair was dishevled and she was pouting, but Vegeta was transfixed by the woman in front of him. Not that it showed on the outside. He merely scowled, "I came to see if you were ready yet. The ship lands in two hours, be ready in half and hour and meet me in the ship's control room. You do know where that is, don't you?" He remarked sarcastically.
Bulma frowned, "Of course I do. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready." With that she slammed the door in his face. *Jerk, I hate him!* Once again she heard knocking. Growling, she flung the door open again, "Now what?"
A startled woman bowed her head, "S-sorry Miss, b-but I was sent here to bring you your clothes."
"Oh.. Sorry, I thought you were someone else. And who may you be?"
The red haired woman with green nails looked up timidly, "My name is Jenna, ma'am."
"Ok Jenna, I'm Bulma, there's no need to be so formal. You're the most human like person I've seen on the whole ship anyway." Bulma ushered the woman in who was still looking at the floor. She knew she had to ask, "Are you a slave?" She heard Jenna mumble an affirmative, sighing she continued the conversation, "You can look up and talk to my face ya know. So why have you brought me clothes? I already have my own."
This time Jenna looked up and smiled, "It was the Prince's order. Something about all guests wearing traditional Saiya-jin garments." With this she presented Bulma with a midnight blue dress, a crimson cape and black knee high boots. Bulma took the dress from Jenna thanking her, and letting her out of the room.
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Vegeta paced back and forth in the control room waiting for Bulma. *The nerve of that woman, closing the door in my face. I should have blasted her right there.. But then why didn't I? Agh, that woman will be my death!* He knew what he had done was terrible, yet he refused to ask for forgiveness from her. *Why should I even care what she thinks? The Prince bows to no one.* Growling he started to yell at one of the crew who was flying the ship. "You idiot, can't this thing go any faster?"
"I'm sorry your majesty, we're going as fast as we can." The pilot answered, appearing to be unfazed by the growling prince.
*Interesting indeed* "What is your name boy?" Demanded Vegeta, obviously impressed by his lack of fear.
"Mik, my Prince." He stood from his seat and bowed on one knee to the prince.
"Very well, continue your work." Vegeta turned around and started pacing the control room again, barking orders at anyone who appeared fearful. He looked at the clock *The onna should be here soon, good. Then she will realise the true splendor of my planet and race.* With this he smirked.
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Bulma stepped out of the shower, drying herself off quickly. She had fifteen minutes to get dressed and meet Vegeta in the control room. Walking out the bathroom and into 'her' room, she opened out the dress that lay on her bed. She gasped taking in the beauty of the dress, slipping it on carefully. It was mostly midnight blue and reached mid-thigh with only one sleeve that reached down to cover the top of her right hand, and a loop for her middle finger to go through. The velvet crimson cape fell down to the floor as she placed it on her shoulders. She quickly put on the boots and stared at her reflection twirling around, *Wow, I feel like a princess in this.. I sure look like a princess! I can't believe I get to wear this stuff, even if I'm just used for my genius*
She glanced over to the thick silver choker on the dressing table. Frowning, she reluctantly picked it up and placed it over her neck. It completed the outfit, in fact it looked gorgeous on her. The choker covered almost her whole neck but the designed 'V' on it made it look worth more than Vegeta said it was for. It accentuated her neck, making it look longer. Sighing she brushed out her hair so it was straight and framing her face, glancing at the clock again she quickly walked out of her room towards she control room.
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Vegeta paced restlessly in the control room, making some of the crew edgey. *Where is she? Five minutes late! I told her specifically to be here in half an hour.* Just then a small figure stumbled into the control room, Vegeta's eyes widened as he saw who it was. *Kami... Dammit, get a grip you baka. This idiot woman is turning my brain into that green earthly food stuff..what was it she called it again? Jello? No jelly? What the hell?!* By the time Vegeta realised that he was thinking of this, it was too late. He now stated the obvious. *Planet Earth has completely demolished my character..* He chuckled evilly.
Bulma straightened herself out blushing at her wild entrance, with twenty people staring at her. She bit her lip and looked around for Vegeta in the large room. Instead of finding him, she found someone else, "Mik!" She squealed walking over to him quickly.
Vegeta snapped out of his daydream when he heard Bulma speak a familiar name. She had not seen him yet, but she seemed to know Mik and was walking towards him. *What does she think she's doing? She should be walking towards me in that happy manner, not that baka pilot.*
Making her way quickly across the room towards Mik, Bulma remembered what he told her about public display of emotions. She turned down her friendliness a notch. As she reached his side, she could see he was navigating the ship. Impressed, Bulma continued to watch, but couldn't resist speaking out, "I didn't know you flew the ship?"
Mik instructed someone to take his place before getting up and taking
Bulma to a corner of the room, not once looking at her. When he finally did she saw his eyes widen, taking in her appearance, he quickly got on one knee and bowed his head. Bulma stood confused, "What are you doing? Get up off the floor, you're embarrasing me."
Slowly he stood, speaking in a low voice. "Forgive me ma'am, I did not realise you are a special a guest to the Royal House of Vegeta-sei."
Bulma rolled her eyes, "Whatever, you don't have to act that way with me ok? You are my friend after all and I'm not a guest at all and you know it!"
Mik looked up and smiled slightly, "I know, but the Prince is over there and I don't want him to get the wrong idea."
Just then, they were joined by a now extremely pissed looking Vegeta. "Boy, get back to navigating the ship." He growled, as Mik quickly took his leave. Turning to Bulma he commented, "I see you're wearing the choker. It is for your own good onna."
Bulma put her hands on her hips, "Yeah yeah, you told me already. And what's all this special treatment for?" She was determined to turn Vegeta back to the way he was on earth. *I don't like this attitude one bit, it's time to get MY Vegeta back, wait.. What did I just say?*
Vegeta merely shrugged his shoulders, "You are needed onna, that is all. Better to treat you well than to treat you like crap. Unless you want me to?" Vegeta sneered slightly.
"Ok, ok, I get it!" Bulma huffed folding her arms,"What do you want me here for?"
Vegeta raised an eyebrow but complyed, "Just to brief you a little on Saiya- jin culture and behaviour. Come, you have much to learn little onna." With that he took her arm and led her to a down the hall and into another room. Bulma was miffed by the prince's behaviour at leading her like that, but decided against saying anything. *What did he just call me..?*
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A/N: Was Vegeta a little too OOC in that chapter? I think he was :( sorry to people who don't like him that way. Anyway, that was the end of this chapter!! Stay tuned for the next chapter, which will be up soon!!
Next Chapter: Bulma meets King Veg!!! Enjoy! (should be interesting!)
Vegeta: ~looks completely and utterly bored until he realises JluvsVeggie mentioned his father~ What? My father?! Why on earth would that baka onna meet my father? He'd kill her in an instant ~starts to panic~
JluvsVeggie: RELAX Veggie boy! They are going to have a very interesting relationship ~mwahaha winks at Vegeta~
Vegeta: ~sweatdrops~ You have completely lost it brat!
JluvsVeggie: I know hee hee!!!
Stay tuned!!
Disclaimer: I have nothing, nada, zip, zilch, zero. So you can't sue :P!!
Chapter 7
Bulma had been awoken by a loud banging on her bedroom door. Grumbling, she got up with a yawn. The knocking became louder and more persistant. "Alright, I'm coming! Hold your damn horses." Pouting she opened the door, clad only in flannel PJ bottoms and a blue midriff tank top. In front of her stood a very annoyed yet surprised Prince. "What do you want now?" She asked coldly.
Her hair was dishevled and she was pouting, but Vegeta was transfixed by the woman in front of him. Not that it showed on the outside. He merely scowled, "I came to see if you were ready yet. The ship lands in two hours, be ready in half and hour and meet me in the ship's control room. You do know where that is, don't you?" He remarked sarcastically.
Bulma frowned, "Of course I do. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready." With that she slammed the door in his face. *Jerk, I hate him!* Once again she heard knocking. Growling, she flung the door open again, "Now what?"
A startled woman bowed her head, "S-sorry Miss, b-but I was sent here to bring you your clothes."
"Oh.. Sorry, I thought you were someone else. And who may you be?"
The red haired woman with green nails looked up timidly, "My name is Jenna, ma'am."
"Ok Jenna, I'm Bulma, there's no need to be so formal. You're the most human like person I've seen on the whole ship anyway." Bulma ushered the woman in who was still looking at the floor. She knew she had to ask, "Are you a slave?" She heard Jenna mumble an affirmative, sighing she continued the conversation, "You can look up and talk to my face ya know. So why have you brought me clothes? I already have my own."
This time Jenna looked up and smiled, "It was the Prince's order. Something about all guests wearing traditional Saiya-jin garments." With this she presented Bulma with a midnight blue dress, a crimson cape and black knee high boots. Bulma took the dress from Jenna thanking her, and letting her out of the room.
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Vegeta paced back and forth in the control room waiting for Bulma. *The nerve of that woman, closing the door in my face. I should have blasted her right there.. But then why didn't I? Agh, that woman will be my death!* He knew what he had done was terrible, yet he refused to ask for forgiveness from her. *Why should I even care what she thinks? The Prince bows to no one.* Growling he started to yell at one of the crew who was flying the ship. "You idiot, can't this thing go any faster?"
"I'm sorry your majesty, we're going as fast as we can." The pilot answered, appearing to be unfazed by the growling prince.
*Interesting indeed* "What is your name boy?" Demanded Vegeta, obviously impressed by his lack of fear.
"Mik, my Prince." He stood from his seat and bowed on one knee to the prince.
"Very well, continue your work." Vegeta turned around and started pacing the control room again, barking orders at anyone who appeared fearful. He looked at the clock *The onna should be here soon, good. Then she will realise the true splendor of my planet and race.* With this he smirked.
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Bulma stepped out of the shower, drying herself off quickly. She had fifteen minutes to get dressed and meet Vegeta in the control room. Walking out the bathroom and into 'her' room, she opened out the dress that lay on her bed. She gasped taking in the beauty of the dress, slipping it on carefully. It was mostly midnight blue and reached mid-thigh with only one sleeve that reached down to cover the top of her right hand, and a loop for her middle finger to go through. The velvet crimson cape fell down to the floor as she placed it on her shoulders. She quickly put on the boots and stared at her reflection twirling around, *Wow, I feel like a princess in this.. I sure look like a princess! I can't believe I get to wear this stuff, even if I'm just used for my genius*
She glanced over to the thick silver choker on the dressing table. Frowning, she reluctantly picked it up and placed it over her neck. It completed the outfit, in fact it looked gorgeous on her. The choker covered almost her whole neck but the designed 'V' on it made it look worth more than Vegeta said it was for. It accentuated her neck, making it look longer. Sighing she brushed out her hair so it was straight and framing her face, glancing at the clock again she quickly walked out of her room towards she control room.
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Vegeta paced restlessly in the control room, making some of the crew edgey. *Where is she? Five minutes late! I told her specifically to be here in half an hour.* Just then a small figure stumbled into the control room, Vegeta's eyes widened as he saw who it was. *Kami... Dammit, get a grip you baka. This idiot woman is turning my brain into that green earthly food stuff..what was it she called it again? Jello? No jelly? What the hell?!* By the time Vegeta realised that he was thinking of this, it was too late. He now stated the obvious. *Planet Earth has completely demolished my character..* He chuckled evilly.
Bulma straightened herself out blushing at her wild entrance, with twenty people staring at her. She bit her lip and looked around for Vegeta in the large room. Instead of finding him, she found someone else, "Mik!" She squealed walking over to him quickly.
Vegeta snapped out of his daydream when he heard Bulma speak a familiar name. She had not seen him yet, but she seemed to know Mik and was walking towards him. *What does she think she's doing? She should be walking towards me in that happy manner, not that baka pilot.*
Making her way quickly across the room towards Mik, Bulma remembered what he told her about public display of emotions. She turned down her friendliness a notch. As she reached his side, she could see he was navigating the ship. Impressed, Bulma continued to watch, but couldn't resist speaking out, "I didn't know you flew the ship?"
Mik instructed someone to take his place before getting up and taking
Bulma to a corner of the room, not once looking at her. When he finally did she saw his eyes widen, taking in her appearance, he quickly got on one knee and bowed his head. Bulma stood confused, "What are you doing? Get up off the floor, you're embarrasing me."
Slowly he stood, speaking in a low voice. "Forgive me ma'am, I did not realise you are a special a guest to the Royal House of Vegeta-sei."
Bulma rolled her eyes, "Whatever, you don't have to act that way with me ok? You are my friend after all and I'm not a guest at all and you know it!"
Mik looked up and smiled slightly, "I know, but the Prince is over there and I don't want him to get the wrong idea."
Just then, they were joined by a now extremely pissed looking Vegeta. "Boy, get back to navigating the ship." He growled, as Mik quickly took his leave. Turning to Bulma he commented, "I see you're wearing the choker. It is for your own good onna."
Bulma put her hands on her hips, "Yeah yeah, you told me already. And what's all this special treatment for?" She was determined to turn Vegeta back to the way he was on earth. *I don't like this attitude one bit, it's time to get MY Vegeta back, wait.. What did I just say?*
Vegeta merely shrugged his shoulders, "You are needed onna, that is all. Better to treat you well than to treat you like crap. Unless you want me to?" Vegeta sneered slightly.
"Ok, ok, I get it!" Bulma huffed folding her arms,"What do you want me here for?"
Vegeta raised an eyebrow but complyed, "Just to brief you a little on Saiya- jin culture and behaviour. Come, you have much to learn little onna." With that he took her arm and led her to a down the hall and into another room. Bulma was miffed by the prince's behaviour at leading her like that, but decided against saying anything. *What did he just call me..?*
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A/N: Was Vegeta a little too OOC in that chapter? I think he was :( sorry to people who don't like him that way. Anyway, that was the end of this chapter!! Stay tuned for the next chapter, which will be up soon!!
Next Chapter: Bulma meets King Veg!!! Enjoy! (should be interesting!)
Vegeta: ~looks completely and utterly bored until he realises JluvsVeggie mentioned his father~ What? My father?! Why on earth would that baka onna meet my father? He'd kill her in an instant ~starts to panic~
JluvsVeggie: RELAX Veggie boy! They are going to have a very interesting relationship ~mwahaha winks at Vegeta~
Vegeta: ~sweatdrops~ You have completely lost it brat!
JluvsVeggie: I know hee hee!!!
Stay tuned!!