Chapter 2
Disclaimer: BOOM CHAKA LAKA! I don't own DBZ pplz. Hey! You there! Yeah you! I know that you're a lawyer! Get out of my lawn! (
Prince Vegeta ( I'm going to call him just plain Vegeta.) walked down to the dining hall. He was a strange sight. He had the usual Saiyan armor on, but he was short for a normal Saiyan with hair that sprang up like a flame and black eyes that seemed almost to pierce you when he looked at you. He always wore an expressionless face, unless he was scowling and rarely ever showed emotion. His personality, well, that's for me to tell as the story goes on and for you to find out.
He met up with his mother a little ways from the dining hall. " Good evening, Mother." Vegeta said, bowing low. The Queen nodded her head.
" I haven't seen you for a long time. Where have you been?" She asked him as he escorted her to the dining hall.
" I have been sparring non-stop in the training area more with Kakarot. I have finished up my schooling and I've been planning missions that involve taking over or destroying other planets." Vegeta answered.
He seated himself in the dining hall in the midst of other people sitting down. He spotted Jenjei entering the hall with an attractive young lady that looked around eighteen years old. He would have gone over to meet them if his father hadn't suddenly come in.
Everyone was quiet as King Vegeta made his way into the hall. Everyone bowed to him. No one dared to speak. King Vegeta stopped and gave everyone an emotionless stare and then the conversation picked up again. Vegeta felt a hand on his shoulder. Kakarot stood next to him.
" Where have you been all day, Vegeta?" Kakarot asked quietly. If it had been anyone else asking such a commanding question, Vegeta would have killed the person immediately. But it was Kakarot. Though Vegeta would never have admitted it, he and Kakarot were best friends, Vegeta's only friend.
" I was busy." Vegeta answered curtly.
" Wow. Look at her. Isn't she beautiful? What would I do for a mate like that." Kakarot breathed, looking at Bulma. Vegeta snorted. Vegeta could see that Jenjei and the woman were talking to King Vegeta. Hoping that this meant that Vegeta could leave and train once more with Kakarot, Vegeta and Kakarot slowly walked to the entrance, hoping that no one would notice them.
King Vegeta spotted them and beckoned both the young men over. " Well, if it isn't Kakarot. I haven't seen you for a while. How is Bardock doing? I heard that he took a nasty fall when he was sparring."
" He is doing fine, King Vegeta. He will be back from the medical center in a few days. He sends his regards." Kakarot answered.
" Yes, well, have any of you met Bulma, the daughter of Jenjei? From what she has been telling me, she works as a mechanic, fixing broken down machinery near the palace. Prince Vegeta, have you met her?" King Vegeta said. Vegeta stared at her. She was even more beautiful close up. She had aqua hair that cascaded in curls down her back. Her aqua-blue eyes gave her face a pleasant look. She word a dress made of light blue material that revealed a little down her front, and was bare-backed.
" I do not believe I have had the pleasure of meeting this female Saiyan." Kakarot said, bowing to Bulma. Bulma smiled at him. Kakarot gave her a good-natured smile that made him famous. King Vegeta coughed and the three of them averted their eyes back to the King.
" I hear that the music is very good. I would expect Prince Vegeta to pick someone to dance with." The King said. He quickly glanced at Bulma and then back at Vegeta. Vegeta leaned toward Kakarot.
" She's mine." He hissed. Kakarot stayed somber. He grabbed Bulma's hand. " Come, I would like to dance with you." He said as he led them both to the string of couples already dancing.
" Why are you so nice to me." Bulma asked him as they both danced.
" You are very beautiful." Vegeta answered her.
" You have not answered my question."
" You were to be treated with the highest respect." Vegeta said.
" You aren't fooling me." Bulma said. Vegeta snorted. She talked too much for his liking, but still, she was very beautiful.
" How old are you?" He asked her.
" I will be nineteen in a couple of weeks." Bulma answered.
" That's good." Vegeta said.
******
" I don't even like him!" Bulma shouted at Jenjei. They were once again at home. Vegeta had made the decision of taking Bulma as his mate.
" You will like him. The King himself has asked me, your father, for you to become Prince Vegeta's mate. You know that you cannot just deny the request just because you don't like the man." Jenjei shouted, his face turning beet red.
" This is stupid. I thought that I could choose who I wanted to mate and who I would get to stay away from." Bulma said, crossing her arms. Jenjei sighed.
" For goodness sakes, Bulma, you are a female Saiyan. I have every right in mind to kill you right now." Jenjei growled.
" Then go for it. See if I care." Bulma flared back. Jenjei took a step back, ready to knock her to her senses (or so he thinks) when they both heard a knock at the door. Bulma glided over to the door silently and opened it. There stood Vegeta and Kakarot.
" Good afternoon, Bulma, Jenjei." Kakarot greeted, nodding to them both. Bulma smiled at him.
" I've come to talk to Jenjei." Vegeta growled. Bulma's lips turned into a line as she led the two male Saiyans to Jenjei. Vegeta sat down and began to tell Jenjei of his next assignment. Bulma watched as the two men conversed. She felt a tap on her shoulder and then a voice whispering in her ear.
" I need to talk to you, may we go outside?" Kakarot whispered to her. She silently nodded and they both quickly left the building.
It was sunny out. There was a light wind and Bulma could see a few children running around trying to catch each other. She smiled. 'That was how I was when I was young. I didn't have to think, I just did what I felt like doing.' " What did you want to talk about?" She asked him.
" Look, I know that you've heard," Kakarot began. Bulma nodded. " and I know that you don't like the guy." Again she nodded. " You just need to get to know him. Sure he's a huge jackass most of the time, but it was how he was trained. He can't help it. I'm telling you right now, he's gone crazy over you. He kept mentioning you when we were sparring last night." Kakarot said.
" But he didn't have to go and tell my father that I was going to be his mate. He could have just gone up to me himself." She snapped. Kakarot backed away from her sudden burst of anger.
" Well, I can't help you there. There isn't anything I can do for you other than become your friend. That place is lonely, and, well, don't worry, you'll find something you'll love there soon enough, even if it isn't Prince Vegeta." Kakarot said, smiling.
" Hey, can you spar?" She asked him. He grinned.
" Sparring is what I do best." He replied. They both floated up into the air.
**
Bulma walked onto the balcony, looking at the mass of stars in the Saiyan skies. She looked down at herself. She had been there for two weeks, and Vegeta hadn't said a single word to her. Her nineteenth birthday was coming up and she was worried. 'How am I going to get out of this mess?' she thought to herself.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head a little, but didn't turn her body around. " Yes?" She asked. The person didn't answer. She then turned around to face the stranger. " What is it?" She asked him/her. She looked into the piercing black eyes of the stranger. She noticed his hair sticking up, as if it wanted to be a flame. She knew who he was. Prince Vegeta.
" Yes?" She asked him quietly again. He made no sound. He just kept looking into her eyes. She searched through his black depths, to see if she could find any signs of emotion, but she couldn't. He had a wall surrounding his emotions. He put both hands on her bare shoulders. She had on her nightgown of flowing silk material that was tied in the back, leaving her shoulders and neck bare.
" What do you want with me?" She asked him silently, looking at the ground. Again he made no sound, but a scowl was forming on his face. He put his finger on her chin, putting her close to his face. She once again looked into the black void of his eyes. She suddenly could see spark in them, as if they were forming into fire. She blinked. It was gone, as if it were never there.
He softly kissed her lips. She closed her eyes as she let him continued. What could she do? She was to be his mate. She could do nothing. He was a hundred times stronger than her. His kisses slowly went down her neck as he started to untie the strings of her nightgown. She felt a tear roll her face. She could do nothing.
Sniff, sniff. It's so sweet. I think this is the best yet. I'm starting on Chapter 3 pronto. I try to find catchy endings to my chapters and, well, this is definitely the best I could come up with. YOU MUST READ ON! I think that this fanfic is going to start getting good.
Disclaimer: BOOM CHAKA LAKA! I don't own DBZ pplz. Hey! You there! Yeah you! I know that you're a lawyer! Get out of my lawn! (
Prince Vegeta ( I'm going to call him just plain Vegeta.) walked down to the dining hall. He was a strange sight. He had the usual Saiyan armor on, but he was short for a normal Saiyan with hair that sprang up like a flame and black eyes that seemed almost to pierce you when he looked at you. He always wore an expressionless face, unless he was scowling and rarely ever showed emotion. His personality, well, that's for me to tell as the story goes on and for you to find out.
He met up with his mother a little ways from the dining hall. " Good evening, Mother." Vegeta said, bowing low. The Queen nodded her head.
" I haven't seen you for a long time. Where have you been?" She asked him as he escorted her to the dining hall.
" I have been sparring non-stop in the training area more with Kakarot. I have finished up my schooling and I've been planning missions that involve taking over or destroying other planets." Vegeta answered.
He seated himself in the dining hall in the midst of other people sitting down. He spotted Jenjei entering the hall with an attractive young lady that looked around eighteen years old. He would have gone over to meet them if his father hadn't suddenly come in.
Everyone was quiet as King Vegeta made his way into the hall. Everyone bowed to him. No one dared to speak. King Vegeta stopped and gave everyone an emotionless stare and then the conversation picked up again. Vegeta felt a hand on his shoulder. Kakarot stood next to him.
" Where have you been all day, Vegeta?" Kakarot asked quietly. If it had been anyone else asking such a commanding question, Vegeta would have killed the person immediately. But it was Kakarot. Though Vegeta would never have admitted it, he and Kakarot were best friends, Vegeta's only friend.
" I was busy." Vegeta answered curtly.
" Wow. Look at her. Isn't she beautiful? What would I do for a mate like that." Kakarot breathed, looking at Bulma. Vegeta snorted. Vegeta could see that Jenjei and the woman were talking to King Vegeta. Hoping that this meant that Vegeta could leave and train once more with Kakarot, Vegeta and Kakarot slowly walked to the entrance, hoping that no one would notice them.
King Vegeta spotted them and beckoned both the young men over. " Well, if it isn't Kakarot. I haven't seen you for a while. How is Bardock doing? I heard that he took a nasty fall when he was sparring."
" He is doing fine, King Vegeta. He will be back from the medical center in a few days. He sends his regards." Kakarot answered.
" Yes, well, have any of you met Bulma, the daughter of Jenjei? From what she has been telling me, she works as a mechanic, fixing broken down machinery near the palace. Prince Vegeta, have you met her?" King Vegeta said. Vegeta stared at her. She was even more beautiful close up. She had aqua hair that cascaded in curls down her back. Her aqua-blue eyes gave her face a pleasant look. She word a dress made of light blue material that revealed a little down her front, and was bare-backed.
" I do not believe I have had the pleasure of meeting this female Saiyan." Kakarot said, bowing to Bulma. Bulma smiled at him. Kakarot gave her a good-natured smile that made him famous. King Vegeta coughed and the three of them averted their eyes back to the King.
" I hear that the music is very good. I would expect Prince Vegeta to pick someone to dance with." The King said. He quickly glanced at Bulma and then back at Vegeta. Vegeta leaned toward Kakarot.
" She's mine." He hissed. Kakarot stayed somber. He grabbed Bulma's hand. " Come, I would like to dance with you." He said as he led them both to the string of couples already dancing.
" Why are you so nice to me." Bulma asked him as they both danced.
" You are very beautiful." Vegeta answered her.
" You have not answered my question."
" You were to be treated with the highest respect." Vegeta said.
" You aren't fooling me." Bulma said. Vegeta snorted. She talked too much for his liking, but still, she was very beautiful.
" How old are you?" He asked her.
" I will be nineteen in a couple of weeks." Bulma answered.
" That's good." Vegeta said.
******
" I don't even like him!" Bulma shouted at Jenjei. They were once again at home. Vegeta had made the decision of taking Bulma as his mate.
" You will like him. The King himself has asked me, your father, for you to become Prince Vegeta's mate. You know that you cannot just deny the request just because you don't like the man." Jenjei shouted, his face turning beet red.
" This is stupid. I thought that I could choose who I wanted to mate and who I would get to stay away from." Bulma said, crossing her arms. Jenjei sighed.
" For goodness sakes, Bulma, you are a female Saiyan. I have every right in mind to kill you right now." Jenjei growled.
" Then go for it. See if I care." Bulma flared back. Jenjei took a step back, ready to knock her to her senses (or so he thinks) when they both heard a knock at the door. Bulma glided over to the door silently and opened it. There stood Vegeta and Kakarot.
" Good afternoon, Bulma, Jenjei." Kakarot greeted, nodding to them both. Bulma smiled at him.
" I've come to talk to Jenjei." Vegeta growled. Bulma's lips turned into a line as she led the two male Saiyans to Jenjei. Vegeta sat down and began to tell Jenjei of his next assignment. Bulma watched as the two men conversed. She felt a tap on her shoulder and then a voice whispering in her ear.
" I need to talk to you, may we go outside?" Kakarot whispered to her. She silently nodded and they both quickly left the building.
It was sunny out. There was a light wind and Bulma could see a few children running around trying to catch each other. She smiled. 'That was how I was when I was young. I didn't have to think, I just did what I felt like doing.' " What did you want to talk about?" She asked him.
" Look, I know that you've heard," Kakarot began. Bulma nodded. " and I know that you don't like the guy." Again she nodded. " You just need to get to know him. Sure he's a huge jackass most of the time, but it was how he was trained. He can't help it. I'm telling you right now, he's gone crazy over you. He kept mentioning you when we were sparring last night." Kakarot said.
" But he didn't have to go and tell my father that I was going to be his mate. He could have just gone up to me himself." She snapped. Kakarot backed away from her sudden burst of anger.
" Well, I can't help you there. There isn't anything I can do for you other than become your friend. That place is lonely, and, well, don't worry, you'll find something you'll love there soon enough, even if it isn't Prince Vegeta." Kakarot said, smiling.
" Hey, can you spar?" She asked him. He grinned.
" Sparring is what I do best." He replied. They both floated up into the air.
**
Bulma walked onto the balcony, looking at the mass of stars in the Saiyan skies. She looked down at herself. She had been there for two weeks, and Vegeta hadn't said a single word to her. Her nineteenth birthday was coming up and she was worried. 'How am I going to get out of this mess?' she thought to herself.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head a little, but didn't turn her body around. " Yes?" She asked. The person didn't answer. She then turned around to face the stranger. " What is it?" She asked him/her. She looked into the piercing black eyes of the stranger. She noticed his hair sticking up, as if it wanted to be a flame. She knew who he was. Prince Vegeta.
" Yes?" She asked him quietly again. He made no sound. He just kept looking into her eyes. She searched through his black depths, to see if she could find any signs of emotion, but she couldn't. He had a wall surrounding his emotions. He put both hands on her bare shoulders. She had on her nightgown of flowing silk material that was tied in the back, leaving her shoulders and neck bare.
" What do you want with me?" She asked him silently, looking at the ground. Again he made no sound, but a scowl was forming on his face. He put his finger on her chin, putting her close to his face. She once again looked into the black void of his eyes. She suddenly could see spark in them, as if they were forming into fire. She blinked. It was gone, as if it were never there.
He softly kissed her lips. She closed her eyes as she let him continued. What could she do? She was to be his mate. She could do nothing. He was a hundred times stronger than her. His kisses slowly went down her neck as he started to untie the strings of her nightgown. She felt a tear roll her face. She could do nothing.
Sniff, sniff. It's so sweet. I think this is the best yet. I'm starting on Chapter 3 pronto. I try to find catchy endings to my chapters and, well, this is definitely the best I could come up with. YOU MUST READ ON! I think that this fanfic is going to start getting good.
