Disclaimer: If i owned dragon ball, then why the hell would i be writing fan fiction? Besides, me owning a show just doesn't seem possible...(stop laughing, dammit!)
My thanks to:
DBZ Fanfiction Queen: Hehe, thanx for reading my story...i honestly thought no one would respond. Glad ya thought it was worth the reading! And this is when Vegeta is a young adult (around 19-21 years).
Caitlin-of-FuFuBerry-land: Thank you too for reading my humble little prologue. It made me happy to read ur review, trust me!
Anyone else who stumbled onto this fic, don't be afraid to review!
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Bulma stared distractedly at her computer screen. She put her chin in one hand as she sought to stay awake, going through the schematics of one of her father's inventions to see what had done the machine in. It was frustrating, as she'd already gone through them four times.
Things had been absolutely dull lately. If you could believe her saying that. She was just so used to going on quests for dragon balls and watching guys beating the crap out of each other that after four or five years of sitting at home finally able to work on some stuff seemed...well, quiet.
Not that she missed her life being threatened constantly by insane losers or anything, but... She was alone for the better part of the week, not having to worry about roughing it, or how the hell she was going to get her clothing cleaned.
Not only that, but for the past year she'd slowly fallen into inventor's block. Without the constant stimulants from travel, she'd just come undone. Along with that she'd started to feel listless and uninterested in food, and unable to sleep.
Everything just seemed so dull and repetitive lately. She did the same thing day after day, week after week, from dawn to sunset. She would sometimes go over to Chi Chi's house, or would have someone over, but due to her father's need of her mind, it was a rare thing.
She needed something new.
A year ago Yamcha had come over for a talk. They'd broken up on the account of her being 'possessive' and 'overbearing' and too 'suspicious.'
*flashback*
"Bulma, I-I just feel that you've never really gone out with me for me. You know, just k-kinda for the sake of going out. Not only that, but you're always getting angry with me for things I can't help, I guess you're just possessive sometimes. And you're always suspicious of me, for things I haven't done, or even thought of doing. During those times y-you yell at me, and it's kinda overbearing. I-I just feel that this isn't gonna work out, and in light of the situation, I'd rather break it off now gently a-and spare us both some pain.
"And it's not that I don't love you, Bulma, don't ever think that. I just d-don't think we're going anywhere, you know. I'd still like to be friends, if that's okay. C-can you stop glaring at me now?"
*end flashback*
So he'd said then. The next time she'd gotten together with everyone, which was coincidently the next time she'd seen him, he'd had a voluptuous blonde woman hanging all over him. One without a temper, only a sweet, soft voice. He'd smiled at her so brightly, and seemed to be totally over her. So much for that 'love' he'd preached about.
After the day was over, she'd cried her eyes out. She'd never known she'd felt so deeply for him, until she'd seen him with another woman that she knew wasn't just a heat-of-the-moment thing. No one had ever known of her breakdown, her only angry public reaction being a raised eyebrow and a sarcastic, "You forgot to say 'too intelligent.'"
She hadn't seen a new guy since.
She took a sip of her rapidly cooling tea. That was the other thing she'd started doing. Herbal tea drinking. Coffee had long since gone out the window. She sighed as she viewed her life, her only developments being small, boring things. For a dull, boring lifestyle.
She needed to get a life.
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Vegeta growled to himself as servant after servant came bearing something for him to try on or agree to. It had been going on for the past hour, and it was a huge waste of his time!
"P-Prince Vegeta?" Asked a timid servant.
"What is it now?" He snapped, glaring ferociously at the slave.
"K-K-King Vegeta w-wants to let y-you know that you w-will b-be fighting the J-J-Jaighkton tomorrow w-without the usage of p-power."
He felt his temper flare. "Hmph. Get out of my way, slave!" He snarled, not bothering to respond to the cowering slave's message. He stormed out of his room, his look keeping away any potential bothers. His father had such nerve! It was just as well he was abdicating the throne, he was going senile!
"Hn, one more day and I will be King!" He shouted to the corridors, which had emptied rather quickly, smirking at the powerful sound of his voice. With himself as ruler and his father as advisor, the Saiyan race would be stronger than ever!
He pushed open the doors to the sparring room, to find it full of warriors. As one they stopped and turned, bowing. He smiled in satisfaction, feeling his blood pumping at the sight of his race in their prime element. Fighting was how Saiyans lived and how they died. Without it they would be nothing, just another pathetic race to be conquered by others. Indeed, it was few other races that could understand the Saiyan way, mind and heart. If any at all.
"Continue." He ordered, and the warriors returned to their duels.
"Boy! Where have you been? I requested your presence here an hour ago!" Snapped an old, proud warrior called Jokuen, who was also Vegeta's personal bodyguard and master (if you can believe Vegeta having a master). Vegeta turned to face him in annoyance.
"Old man, I have been too busy to see you."
"Ungrateful whelp! How are you to become strong if you never train?!"
"Senile fool, I am already one of the strongest Saiyans alive!"
The two glared at one another, those around them moving hastily away. Though neither admitted to it, there was a grudging fondness and respect between them. Anyone else who would have spoken to either of them in such a manner would long since be dead (other than the king, of course ~.^).
The old Saiyan grunted irritably, "Lose your attitude, you sorry ass of a student. Whatever made you think you are so strong?"
"Don't try those mind games on me, master, you'll only hurt yourself." Vegeta sneered.
Jokuen growled in frustration, "I've been spoiling you, it seems. Pride is essential to a Saiyan. If all else is taken away, pride will still hold a Saiyan up and keep that Saiyan strong. But do not take it to foolish levels, young baka."
With this, he waved his hand and three Saiyans, two men and a woman, walked forward from where they'd been standing.
Vegeta smirked as he felt their power levels equal and tip over his own. He shook his head as he got into a fighting position, wondering where the old man had found these warriors, that they were brave enough to face him in combat.
The story of his life.
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"I am now ready to go after the Prince." She announced, head bowed in simulated respect, fuming.
"So? Are you going to do it tonight or what?" Responded an oily, smooth-voiced Saiyan.
"Yes."
"Yes what?" She noticed the sneer twisting an otherwise handsome, in a grimy sort of way, face.
"Yes...Master."
"Very good. Now go." She tried to avoid his triumphant stare as she bowed and turned to leave.
"And Rymalye?"
"Wha-" She stopped and gathered as much control as she could, "....Yes, Master?"
"Don't screw this up, or you're dead."
She bowed and left.
*time passes until the sun sets*
Night. The time that suited her best. The time where she'd conducted most of her kills. So far, she hadn't 'screwed up' on one, and she sure as hell didn't mean to now.
She sat secure and hidden in the Prince's room, in deep shadows no one was likely to disturb. If only the few remaining slaves in his room were to leave! She could see her own frustration level neared the Prince's, as his tail lashed from side to side.
"Scum, if you are wanting to keep your pathetic lives, I suggest you leave!" He finally snapped, and watched them leave, arms crossed. Rymalye shook her head in disgust. What a jerk.
She still hadn't seen his face, either. She'd been napping for a few hours, out of boredom, and to her immense chagrin hadn't awoken until Vegeta had started yelling at his slaves. His back had remained turned to her for the entire time.
Vegeta growled some obscenities to himself, startling her out of her thoughts, and grumbled as he lay down on his sleeping mat. She waited for a long time, waiting for his breathing to assume the regularity of sleep.
After she was satisfied that he was in dream world, Rymalye stirred from where she crouched, smugly aware of her ability to hide her ki. It was a result of the Saiyan ability to lower their ki, and the natural ability of the Heijiekan peoples to make their ki disappear for short amounts of time.
She reached where he lay and sat over him, feeling a strange recognition of his sleeping features, putting her poisoned knife at his throat and unmasking her ki enough for him to sense it. In a flash his eyes opened, and stared at her own, two black orbs.
Her eyes widened at the exact moment his did.
"No-N-no! You can't be-" She gasped, and heard a sharp intake of his own breath.
*flashback*
"There will come a day, child, when you will meet another such as yourself. He will be like you. Do not kill him. If you ever want to see this race restored, and the Saiyan dominance ended, you will need him to be your ally. It will effect much more than these two planets alone. It is why I must ask you to kill your mother, for she is a bitter woman, who has been wronged and will not change..."
*end flashback*
"It is you." She whispered, as Vegeta still stared at her and her at him.
"What the hell are you, woman?" He hissed, sitting up, the knife dropping unnoticed from Rymalye's hand.
For she stared at herself, reflected back to her in a masculine form.
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a/n: Hm, i never meant for this to be so long...(yeah i know, it's not that long to begin with) i thought this would be a perfect place to stop at. So, hmm, how can it be that Vegeta looks like her? How closely are they related? And why does she need him alive? What is she going to do? Is her uncle really as bad as he first seemed? Will she still kill him, or will he now kill her? Hehe, i dunno, you're just gonna have to wait until the next chapter! Hint: More reviews = a faster update, for those few of you who think this a good story. Please review!!!
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