Vegeta wandered through the corridors, heavily laden with sweat and cheeks a light red from the heavy-duty training he was just doing. A couple of slave women whistled and made cheeky remarks, but he paid them no heed. He didn't like the women who were hanging around the palace. He was lonely, sure he'd admit to that. But even though he was aching for some companionship, he wasn't desperate enough to let his morals go flying out the window! Hmph! The only women around here are either sex mad slaves, or women who are a little too occupied in their jobs! And even they are a little sex mad! He thought as he headed down to his bathroom. He pushed aside the mahogany doors and entered into his bathroom. He rang the bell but no one came to him. Frowning, he rang it again. Still no one came.
"What the hell? What's going on here? Usually, there's ten of my servants who rush to prepare my bath!" he said to no one in particular. He stalked around the corner to see the back of a very naked woman washing in his bath. She knelt down until the foam bubbles covered her up to her shoulders before she turned around. Both gave a little surprised yelp when their eyes met, and the shade of red tinted on Vegeta's cheeks went deeper.
"Oh! Gomen nasai!" she quickly apologized. "I…I didn't know anyone else was coming." Vegeta quickly lost his embarrassment as he glared at her.
"Too right you should be sorry! What the hell are you doing in my bath?!" he yelled. She cringed back while he yelled, but looked back up at him with a confused look on her face.
"I was told to come here."
"By who?"
"Well," she began. "A man with the same hairstyle as you, but with a beard, wanted to make me his slave. But then another man suggested that I become the ouji's slave instead. The man agreed and told a tall bald guy with big bulging muscles that I must go and have a bath. He brought me here and told the funny ladies that they must run me a bath and leave after that."
"Where did he go?"
"I saw him leave to go look for the ouji." She answered simply. Vegeta was stunned by this news. So, father sent her here in the hopes of me having sex with her. Ha! Not bloody likely! He thought, then another thought occurred to him. Chottomate kudasai…she doesn't know that I'm the ouji? And father was going to take her as his slave?
"Chottomate kudasai, are you new here?" he asked suspiciously. Goku nodded her head. Vegeta smirked. "And you're my slave?" She shrugged.
"Hai, I suppose. But I hope you won't beat me if I can't cook, or clean or sew…" she stopped abruptly when she saw he saw sniggering. "Nani? What's so funny?"
"Nothing," he said as he came around to the right hand side where she was sitting. "I'm just highly amused that you don't know what a slave is!"
"I know what a slave is." She pouted, a little peeved at being presumed and idiot. "It's someone you own who does your chores for you for no pay." Vegeta sniggered some more.
"You really don't know what the king meant when he said you were to be my slave?"
"I presume that's what he meant." She answered honestly before giving him a worried look. "Why?"
"Oh, nothing. It's just that…" he looked at her face, so curious as to know. "Nevermind." Goku decided she wouldn't press it. If she was suppose to belong to him, then so be it. Vegeta was rather fascinated that she didn't know what he was supposed to do with her. He realised that because she didn't know, she wasn't putting on an act for him. She was revealing her true self to him…in more ways than one. He was brought back down to earth when she gave a loud pop. He looked to her to see that she had something pink stuck to her lips, and was pulling it in with her tongue. "What's that?" he asked curiously.
"Oh, this?" she chewed. "It's just a ningen sweet called 'bubblegum'." She shrugged.
"Bubblegum?" he asked, repeating the new term. She nodded.
"Yeah, it's a chewy gum that you can blow bubbles with…watch!" Goku rolled the gum over her tongue, then poked it with her tongue and blew into the gap she had made. Vegeta was quite fascinated by the round bubble that came out of her mouth before popping and landing on her nose and chin. He laughed at the cute sight. Cute?? Where the fuck did that come from?! He wondered, but shoved it off as she used her tongue to pull it back into her mouth. Vegeta decided there and then that she was going to be his companion. Not sexually, but just to get his father and the council off his back.
"Fine. I'm going to make you my personal slave." He said smirking. "You don't have to cook, or clean or sew. You just have to be by my side."
"Really?" she asked, hardly believing it.
"Hai, Bubbles." He said. She frowned.
"Nani?"
"Bubbles. That's your new name." He said. "I'm not interested in your real name. You are Bubbles to me and to no one else, is that clear?" he asked. She gave him a confused looked before smiling gratefully up at him.
"Dom arigato!!" she replied happily. "By the way, what's your name?"
"You may call me, Vegeta." He said. "I am the ouji." Goku/Bubbles nodded her head.
"Dom arigato, 'Geta!" she thanked him. Vegeta smiled.
"Oh, and Bubbles."
"Hmm?"
"Please hurry up and finish bathing…I also need a good clean."
After Goku finished washing, she tried to stand up out the water. But she realised she couldn't as Vegeta was in the room, and it would be very embarrassing if he saw her in the buff! Not that she really minded, but she thought that it might be insulting to him, as he was the Saiyan no Ouji.
"Umm…Ouji?"
"Hn?" he asked as he turned around. He had half expected her to be standing up in her naked glory, but was rather surprised when she was hiding in the water. No shit! She doesn't know that she's a pleasure slave! And also the other women practically threw themselves at me! He thought, glad that there was at least one slave who has a single shred of self-consciousness. "What is it?"
"Well…uhh…I can't dry myself." She stopped abruptly then quickly stuttered, "Uhh…I mean…I can…it's just that…well…"
"Am I in the way?"
"Well…hai."
"Fine, I'll just go behind the screen." He walked over the mahogany cupboard and took out a big, fluffy white towel. "I don't use these to dry in, just to wrap myself with." She nodded gratefully as he dropped it before her on the floor and walked behind the screen.
Goku looked a little uncertainly at the screen. She could see Vegeta's shadow, so she could tell whether he was peeking or not. But why should she care? After all…it's just skin. She thought as she stepped out the bath and dried herself off with a blast of her ki. She then picked up the towel and wrapped it tightly around her chest.
"Kay, I'm done." She called. Vegeta stepped out from the screen. He looked her up and down, frowned, then shrugged.
"Fine. Now that you're done, you can wait for me behind the screen. I've left you a fresh robe. You'll need some new clothes…" he muttered, frowning upon the pile of muddy, blood and sweat soaked gi that was lying on the floor.
After their bath, Vegeta led Goku down the hall to his room. Well…if you could call it a room. It was almost like part of a huge house! There was the living room, which contained three, red plush couches, a large, white marble fireplace, an intercom and two other wooden doors. The floor was white marble, but it was covered by a blood red rug. There was one huge window that looked like it should belong to a fancy church like Notra Dame! Long, velvet red curtains were chained by its sides at the moment, but Goku knew that they most likely were drawn during the night.
Vegeta walked into the room and Goku followed. He stood next to the intercom and clicked a number of buttons.
"Royal Tailor speaking." Said an oily voice from the intercom.
"Ah, Velvé." Said Vegeta.
"Oh! Ouji! What can I do for you?"
"I'd like to ask for a new training gi." He said simply.
"Certainly."
"And I'd also like you to send your other tailors up."
"Oh? Why?"
"It's none of you business." He snapped. "Just send them up with large rolls of silk and satin in red, gold and black!" with that, he switched off the machine and turned to find Goku standing apprehensively before the thick, red rug. "Nani?" he asked. Goku just looked down, shuffling her feet nervously. Vegeta then sensed that she was a little frightened of something, so decided to be nice…just for the time being. "It's okay, Bubbles." He assured her. "You can sit down."
Goku nodded her head slightly as she stepped onto the plush rug. It felt warm and fuzzy beneath her feet, and the soft tufts of material tickled her toes. She padded over to the closet red couch and slowly sat down. Goku was, if anything, very frightened. Reality hit her and she just then realised she belonged to the ouji of the race who had destroyed her beloved planet. She knew she felt hurt, despair and helplessness, as she was now the slave of the prince. But, secretly, she didn't mind being his slave. Especially to a nice, friendly and kakkoii ouji. Kakkoii!! She shrieked in thought. Where did that come from??!! But she didn't really care. She was now at the mercy of him, and she had to do everything he told her to. And so far, all he wanted was her companionship. Goku's fingers rubbed softly over the material of the couch. Oooh…velvet…Vegeta really lives in the lap of luxury. She marveled. It was then that she realised that Vegeta was sitting next to her. She glanced up to his face, and saw that he was smirking at her. Those eyes…
"Something wrong, Bubbles?' he asked smoothly. Goku blushed at the tone of his voice. She knew he was just being nice…but it just did something to her.
"Oh, it's nothing." She said quickly as she turned her head away, trying to hide her blush. Vegeta mistook it for something that was actually wrong.
He slowly reached over and took her chin delicately in his hand and turned her to face him. He then looked deep into her eyes. Her deep, dark windows to her soul. Goku gave out a gasp, but quickly silenced it, as she didn't want the ouji to think she was being affected by his touch.
"Bubbles," he whispered. "Something is wrong." Goku thought for a second. What was wrong? Then, she remembered. She dropped her gaze, and turned her eyes away from him. Vegeta kept looking at her, silently waiting for an answer. Finally, Goku gave in.
"It's just…" she choked. She didn't want it to come to this. She was Goku! Son Goku! She had to be strong! For her friends! She couldn't cry in front of her enemy…the ouji…her master! But the tears ignored her silent reasons and fell anyway. Goku closed her eyes as huge, hot tears glided down her cheeks and dropped onto the velvet couch. She would've dropped her face, hot with embarrassment, but a hand held her head gently, but firmly, in place.
Vegeta was…shocked. He had never seen a woman cry before. Yes, shriek in terror and howl in despair. But he had never seen tears before. Especially on such a beautiful face. Beautiful??!! Where did that come from?! But he shook the thought from his head.
"Bubbles, I know you are upset from leaving you home planet…"
"Leaving??!" she shrieked, her pain finally getting to her. "Chikyuu was destroyed!!" The tears flowed more evenly and droplet grew bigger. Vegeta could feel part of him want to back out, and part of him wanted to hold her close and comfort her. Fuck! What the fuck is wrong with me?! There was along pause as Vegeta searched for the right words to comfort her.
"I apologize for what my father did. I'm not part of what he did, but he is my father, and therefore I have some part in this." He said. "But what's done is done. Chikyuu cannot be returned and you can't go back either. You're on Vegeta-sei, and you're a slave. Accept it." He commanded in his usual biting voice. "But you're my slave." He added. "And I will do what I will. And I promise I will not make you do anything to hurt you." Slowly, Goku opened her eyes again, to look into his with those same deep, onyx windows. The corners of her lips curled into a smile.
"Promise?" she asked in a meek voice. Vegeta then realised what he was doing and recomposed himself back into the stubborn Saiyan no Ouji.
"Of course, I like my slaves alive." He said.
Goku knew that was suppose to be an insult, but she couldn't help but smile at his arrogance. The idea of being his slave and being commanded to do anything he wanted should've made her nervous. But it didn't. Somehow, she didn't know why, but she felt safe near him. And that's exactly what she wanted to feel.
There was a knock at the door.
"Enter." Said Vegeta. The door creaked open and a man with funny blue hair twisted at odd angles entered, followed by at least five other servants with wicker baskets. "Velvé." All six bowed down.
"Sire." Said the man called Velvé.
"Do you have my gi?" he asked.
"Hai, sire. Here it is." He held out a dark crimson spandex suit, pretty much like the one he wore when he met Goku. Vegeta walked up to him and took it from Velvé.
"Hn." Goku waited for him to say thank you, but then it appeared he wasn't going to. Most likely because he's the ouji. She thought. "Have you brought the other items I ordered?" Goku the noted that it wasn't 'asked', but 'ordered'. Woah…I swear, if I didn't know who he was, that'd be a dead give away that he's an ouji!
"Hai, sire." Nodded Velvé. "My finest tailor and the material you ordered; silk and satin in red, gold and black." Vegeta gave an arrogant smirk. "What do you wish for us to make for you, sire?"
"Oh, it's not for me." Both Goku and Velvé looked at him with confused looks.
"Uhh…sire?" Vegeta moved aside and waved a hand carelessly towards Goku.
"My new slave." He said. "My personal slave." Velvé said nothing, but Goku could see by the look in his eyes that he was surprised. Didn't Vegeta have any other slaves? Was she his first? "Seeing as she's my personal slave, I was hoping you'd make her a royal robe." Velvé stared for a few more moments before looking back at Vegeta.
"What did you have in mind, ouji-sama?" Vegeta gave a careless shrug.
"I thought, maybe something regal and flowing. Sort of like a billowing ball gown, but more informal." Goku frowned, not really getting an idea of where he was going. A ball gown, but more informal? She thought confusedly. But judging by the look on Velvé's face, he knew exactly what Vegeta was going on about.
"Hmm…hai. Very well, ouji-sama." He said. Vegeta smirked as he took his gi and walked towards a mahogany door.
"Oh, and make her a black spandex suit to wear under the robe." He said before he went into the room and closed the door behind him.
Velvé didn't waste one minute after Vegeta had left the room.
"Honoo, prepare her. Hana, go back down and get the roll of spandex…black. Eien, Ginga and Kiseki, get the things out." A woman with deep purple hair walked hastily towards Goku and took her hand, and put her on a stool. Velvé also walked just as fast, took of her robe and began to measure her body. Goku blushed, and tried to look away to take her mind off what was happening. The two males and one female were taking out large rolls of silk and satin, in red, gold and black. Just as Vegeta had ordered. The other woman had disappeared, but reappeared a few seconds later with a big roll of spandex in the inkiest black.
For the next couple of hours, Goku stood very still, watching everything the tailors did. She had to admit they were very fast, but very efficient. From where she was, she couldn't see what her robe looked like, but she was very happy when they covered her first with the spandex suit. She had to admit…as tight as it was, it was very comfortable. It not only looked like a second skin, but it felt like one. Goku started to get bored and her eyes began to wander around and out the window. She looked out and saw that the palace had huge, lush gardens. Tall towers and parts of the palace blocked her view from seeing any more.
"Well?" Goku was the only one who snapped her head around to see Vegeta standing in his new dark crimson gi with a polished chest armor.
"Almost done, ouji-sama." Said Velvé as he continued to work. Vegeta looked up at Goku. When their eyes locked, Goku gave him a sweet smile. Vegeta couldn't help but smirk in return.
"Very well. Have you kept records of her measurements?" he asked airily.
"Hai, ouji-sama." Answered Velvé as he and two women sewed the hems in her dress.
"Good. Once you've finished, I want you to go down and create some more robes. Not necessarily like the one you're making…a variety would be good."
"Hai, ouji-sama."
"And be sure to make her sleeping clothes." He added before walking toward the huge doors. "I will return after I have seen the king."
"Hai, ouji-sama." Vegeta stopped walking.
"And how is your family, Velvé?" he asked.
"Hai, ouji-sama."
"Good, and say 'hai, ouji-sama' to show that you're not really listening to what I'm, saying."
"Hai, ouji-sama." Goku saw Vegeta's shoulders shake as he shook his head.
"Hmm…I guess it's pointless in asking you now, seeing as you are busy. I'll tell you again when you're done."
"Hai, ouji-sama."
Vegeta walked down the long, broad corridors as he smirked in amusement. He knew that ignorance like that would make his father hopping mad, but it was quite funny to him. He remembered as a child, he'd always do something like that. And still, after 17 years, it still amused him.
He rounded the corner and walked a bit further, up to two huge, yellow wood doors. It was the throne room. He knocked on the door and waited.
"Enter." Said a voice. Vegeta pushed the door open and walked into the huge hall, walking to the opposite side where his father was seated. When he reached his father, he bowed down in respect. "Ahh, Vegeta. I had a feeling I'd be seeing you soon." Vegeta stood up.
"Hai, ou-sama."
"Do you like the slave I sent you?"
"Hai, she is indeed a fine slave."
"Hn…then why are you here?"
"I wish to ask if I may build an added room to my wing." The king's eyes widened in surprise. He had expected Vegeta to push her away, but here he was, accepting her with open arms!
"Very well, I will see to it that another room will be added to your wing." He quirked an eyebrow at his son. "Is that all?"
"Hai, that is all." After Vegeta left the room, the king smile smugly to himself. Vegeta was beginning to show some interest in a woman at long last! Now, all he had to do was wait a little while before he would put it upon Vegeta to choose himself a Saiyan mate.
When Vegeta returned, he was met with Velvé walking out of his wing.
"Ah, there you are, ouji-sama."
"Did you finish the robe?"
"Hai, and I made the spandex suit, as you asked."
"Hn. Now I wish for you to make more robes. Not necessarily like the one you just made, a variety would be nice."
"Hai, ouji-sama." Vegeta smirked at the almost déjà vu dialogue taking place.
"And is it possible to make her a sleeping gown?"
"Hai, it will be done."
"When?"
"Ashita, in the morning." Vegeta nodded as he let the tailor and her helpers go past.
Goku was standing in front of the mirror Hana had gone to get. She was…surprised. The robe they had made was so…formal! Yet informal at the same time. She now understood what Vegeta meant. It must look like a royalty, everyday wear. The robe was red and gold, with a black 'obi' wrapped around her waist. The dress was long and billowing, and all puffed up like the ball gowns you usually see princesses wearing. The sleeves were long and wide as well, and everything seemed to flow. Goku lifted up the skirt and felt the warm and smooth red silk layer. When she looked in the mirror again, there stood Vegeta. His face was nearly expressionless…except maybe for the huge eyes. Vegeta was…surprised…by what he saw. He had expected her to look quite royal, but not like a true Saiyan no Oujo! The way she looked when she turned towards him…his heart skipped a few beats as his eyes wandered over her, taking in each piece that suggested she really was a saiyan.
"'Geta?" He was suddenly brought down to earth. Blinking a couple of times and mentally shaking his head clear, he focused.
"Huh? Nani?" he frowned. "What did you call me?"
"Oh…you mean 'Geta?" Vegeta frowned.
"What the hell is 'Geta?"
"It's a…nickname." She said. Goku was going to say that it was a pet name, but decided against it.
"Hn." He gave her one last look up and down before walking to his bedroom door. He looked at her as she looked at him questionly. "Well? Don't you want to go to sleep?" Goku blinked a couple of times before she walked up to Vegeta. But she almost tripped on the front of the dress. Vegeta frowned in disapproval, but went into his room anyway.
When Goku entered, she was amazed at what she saw. The room was just as big as the living room, if not a little bit bigger. The floor was also covered in a blood red rug, and in the middle of the room up against the wall was his king sized, four poster bed with thick, crimson curtains chained to the posts. There was a wardrobe on the other side of the room. It wasn't very big, so Goku guessed he wasn't a fashion type of guy. Vegeta closed the door behind her and walked to his bed. Goku silently followed. Vegeta grabbed a couple of his pillows and a few thick blankets before he placed them on the right hand side of the bed on the floor.
"You will sleep her for tonight." He stated. Goku just nodded her head. She was beginning to feel rather sleepy. "Take your robe off and hang it on here." He ordered. Goku did as she was told and took the robe off slowly, as she didn't want it to crease.
After Vegeta had taken his armor, gloves and boots off, they both retreated to their slumber spots. Vegeta waited until Goku had gotten comfortable before he jumped into his bed. But it didn't take long, as the rug was thick and warm, and the pillows and blankets were so thick, it was comforting. Vegeta clambered into his bed. Before he switched off the light though, he leaned over the side, looking over Goku.
"Hai, 'Geta?" she asked. Vegeta's eye twitched at the name, but he said nothing.
"Tomorrow, we shall start
practice."
"Practice of what, 'Geta?" she asked, eyes becoming wide. He smirked at her panicked
expression.
"Nothing bad, I promise." He pulled back and switched off the light. Goku tossed the thought in her head for a few moment before deciding that it was probably something like cooking or cleaning and shrugged it off.
Vegeta snuggled down in his warm blankets. Kami! This place gets freezing at night! And it's only summer!! Oh well, tomorrow, I must teach her how to behave properly. If she's going to be my slave, she has to learn how to act graciously and with dignity! That was Vegeta's last comforting thought before he attempted to drift off to sleep.
"Oyasumi nasai, 'Geta." Came Goku's sleepy voice from the right hand side of the bed. Vegeta paused for a second, wondering if he should return the kind thought. He shrugged it off and closed his eyes, muttering one last thing before he drifted off to sleep.
"Oyasumi nasai, Bubbles."