Goku chatted on with her friends, very happy to be reunited with some of them. She hadn't seen Bulma or Chichi yet, nor had she seen Kami, Meijin Roshi or Oolong. So far from what they've told her, they were part of the king's army. When Goku then explained to them that they were now part of Vegeta's private army, they were horrified.
"What! Us…his personal punching bags?!" Krillin yelped.
"Aww…he's not so bad." She said, smiling gently at him. "He goes pretty easy on you."
"You mean…that's not his max?!" yelped Yamcha. Goku shook her head; a happy smile still plastered to her face.
"Nope, he can go a lot higher than that." She gave a sigh. "But I haven't been able to test out my true abilities because I'm scared of what 'Geta will say." Piccolo frowned down at her.
"Since when are you afraid of what people say?" he asked. "If Vegeta no Ouji…"
"It's okay, you can call him 'Geta." She assured him with a grin.
"Okay fine, 'Geta then." He rolled his eyes. "If he let's you get away with calling you 'Geta and talking to him like a friend instead of a slave, then surely you can explain to him that you are a warrior from Earth?" Goku shook her head with a sad smile.
"It's not that easy, Piccolo." She said. "He may let me get away with things like that, but I don't think he'd believe me."
"Why not?"
"It's a stereotypical thing." She explained. "Even though I don't know what that means, he might not believe that I am a warrior because I am a girl."
"But what's so hard to believe about it?" asked Yamcha.
"Well you lot had trouble believing it when you first met me." She said with a frown.
"But we got used to the idea after you kicked our asses." Muttered Tien when he remembered a young Goku wiping the Budokai Area with him.
"Hai…but I can't kick 'Geta ass…he'll wipe me out with one smack!" she said in shock as the three ningens fell back.
"So, I take it you haven't done training for quite a while?" asked Piccolo, the corners of his mouth curling up.
"Hai."
"So…we've gotten stronger than you?"
"I guess." She shrugged, then stopped when she saw Piccolo grinning evilly at her. "Nani? Why…why are you looking at me like that?"
"Oh, no reason, Goku." he smirked. Goku took one step back; a worried look on her face. She knew that she and Piccolo were enemies on Earth, as Piccolo had plans to take over the Earth, as it was his father's plan. But now that they were on another planet and were now equal and the dispute between them was now nothing but a memory. At least…that's what she thought. It seemed like Piccolo still wanted to fight, even though they were both captives of the Saiyan Empire.
"Bubbles!!" all five turned to see Vegeta come walking up to them. Goku gave a grateful smile. The last thing she wanted to do was start a fight with Piccolo. She knew that because she hadn't done training for a long time, Piccolo was most likely stronger than she was. Tien, Yamcha and Krillin were also stronger than before, but she could feel that they were still under Piccolo. Never in all my life would I have ever thought that Piccolo would become stronger than me. I wished I had said I was still training…but he probably only asked because he could feel that my ki is lower than his. She thought as she took another step back, closer to Vegeta.
"Oh, konnichiwa 'Geta!" she greeted him. Vegeta frowned in disapproval, but said nothing.
"What are you doing over here?" he snapped at her. "I thought I told you to stay by Raditz."
"Hai, but I wanted to say 'hi' to my friends." She explained as she indicated to them with a graceful wave of her hand. "I mean, it's been a couple of months." Vegeta said nothing, but Goku knew that he understood. "Besides, I believe you have chosen them as part of your personal army." She smiled at him.
"Hn." He said as his eyes wandered over the four Earth warriors. They came to rest on Piccolo, who was still smirking at Goku. He felt his face flush with anger as a low growl somehow rumbled from his chest. "What are you leering at, Namek?" he snapped. Piccolo took his gaze off Goku and looked to Vegeta.
"Nothing." Was his simple reply. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at him as he growled again, baring his long canines. Goku could see that Vegeta was somehow pissed and quickly changed the subject before Vegeta wiped the training room floor with him.
"So, did you go and see the king?" she asked. Vegeta broke his glare with Piccolo and looked at her.
"Hai, but it was nothing important."
"Does that mean I have to go now?" she asked with a sad, puppy dog look on her face. Vegeta rolled his eyes.
"Hai, baka!" he snapped. "I've done all my training, worthless though it was. Now we can go back."
"Are you gonna make me practice again?" she whined. Vegeta's eye twitched.
"Hai, but we're going to start a new lesson today."
"Really? What?"
"We're going to practice not to whine!" he snapped. Goku just grinned at him. "Now, say goodbye to your…friends…so we can go."
"Do I have to?" she whined again, but stopped as soon as she saw the stern look he was giving her. She sighed. "Okay, I'll just be a second."
"Hn." Vegeta said as he walked back to where Raditz and Nappa were standing. Goku turned back to her friends with a half smile on her face.
"Gomen guys, but I have to go now."
"But I thought you get away with anything?" asked Tien, a little confused.
"Iie, only small things. If 'Geta wants to go, he wants to go now." She explained.
"Well, I guess we'll see you around then, Goku." said Krillin as he scratched his bald head. She nodded.
"Hai. Ja ne!" she said as she glided away.
"See you, Bubbles." Called Piccolo. Goku glanced back to see him with that malicious look on his face with a smirk that said 'I'm going to get you this time'. She shivered as she turned and walked back to Vegeta. Seems he still wants to compete, even though we are now part of the Saiyan Empire. She thought in dismay. She knew she couldn't fight him, as he was much stronger than her. And besides, she didn't have a proper gi.
Vegeta extended his arm out to Goku, who took his hand and held it tightly. They then looped their arms together and walked out of the training room. But not before Vegeta turned his head and gave one last glare at Piccolo, who could do nothing but blink in confusion.
"Bubbles!" snapped Vegeta in exasperation. "What are you doing?! I said spin one and a half times…not thrice!!"
"Gomen nasai, 'Geta." She apologized.
"Let's go over that again." Vegeta and Goku were practicing dancing in Vegeta's room. After his father told him about the Full Moon Ball that was to be taking place in a month's time, Vegeta decided to get Goku's dancing up to scratch. He knew that no one might ask Goku to a dance…well, at least not any royals. But it wouldn't do if some other slave at the ball asked Goku to dance and she replied that she couldn't. That would make both Vegeta and Goku look like absolute idiots! So he was determined to teach her how to dance the traditional slaves dance. Obviously he hadn't demonstrated…he had gotten another slave to do that…but he was teaching her, as he had seen the dance often enough. But what he really wanted to do was teach her one of his favorite dances. It was very close to a kata, but it was very intricate and difficult that she'd have trouble keeping up. And with the way she's dancing now, it seems like she'll definitely look like an idiot the moment I teach her my kata. He thought as Goku stumbled through another step.
"Ooh…'Geta," she whined. "My feet hurt." Vegeta growled, but nodded understandingly. After all, they had been at it for a couple of hours…non-stop.
"Fine." He muttered. "We'll take a five minute break."
"Dom arigato, 'Geta." She said as she flopped next to him on his bed.
Vegeta sat back against one of the posters of the bed, resting with his eyes closed. Goku lay sprawled out on the bed, eyes closed as she gathered her breath. After a few moments of breathing, rolled over and sat up, face resting in her palms as she leaned on her elbows, gazing up at the ouji. For some months now, about two, Goku began to stare rather fondly at the handsome ouji. She often did it out of sheer admiration, respect and adoration of the kindness of her master. And when he wasn't looking. Goku didn't know what was coming over her, but she had lately begun to think of the ouji more often. Before, she'd just think about her friends and her life back on Earth. But Vegeta had somehow managed to weave his way unknowingly into her thoughts. She also thought he was very handsome. Figures why all the women throw themselves at him. She thought as she took in every thing about him that made him so attractive. The fact that he's a gentleman and even though he's arrogant, stubborn and very proud, he wouldn't lift a finger to a woman. His charm, his amazing fighting skills, she thought, slipping deeper into her thoughts. His soft, auburn spiky flame hair. His soft and handsome face, his deep, onyx pools, his graceful movements, his soft lips, her eyes began to dilate and had a hungry look in them. His absolutely sexily chiseled body and his fine, ass…okay, maybe she got a little too deep in her thoughts. Goku flushed as she quickly erased her mind of all the hentai thoughts that were running through her head. But, those were the things she liked about him. But she also knew that there were more important things than Vegeta's finely made backside. She had to tell him that she was a warrior so that maybe he could get her someone to train her. The reason why was because Piccolo was after her again, and this time she was unprepared. It had been his dearest ambition to knock Goku out with one well place punch, and now seemed like the perfect time to fulfil that ambition. Goku opened her mouth to say something when an object flitting on one side of the bed distracted her. She took a glance and saw that it was Vegeta's tail.
Vegeta leaned against the poster, weary of having yelled at Goku for messing up a number of times. He was particularly stressed out because of the conversation he and his father had that day. He knew that both his father and the council wanted him to choose a mate, but his father seemed a little more anxious about it. It puzzled Vegeta. One minute his father didn't mind if he didn't choose a mate at all, then he demands to know if he's found an acceptable suitor. And it seemed that the Full Moon Ball would be the perfect opportunity his father would get to get Vegeta to choose a mate. But Vegeta didn't want a mate. He liked his life the way it was. In fact, he liked his life with Goku. He had to admit, though she was a bit of a bubble-brain, she was still rather intelligent. And there was just something about her that made him feel…safe…around her. He didn't know why, but it was that feeling which kept him drawn to her. Like a moth to a flame. It was that same feeling he had when his aunt had raised him.
He was just in the middle of comparing the differences and similarities between them, when he suddenly felt…aroused. Vegeta felt a strange, yet erotic, tingle snake it's way up his spine as he lolled his head back. He was just about to moan when he snapped his eyes open to see Goku brushing his tail with her fingers. His eyes widened in shock as he quickly whipped his tail out from her grasp and wrapped it tightly around his waist. Doesn't she know how sensitive a saiyan tail is?!? He wondered as his face flushed. By the look on her face, it seemed not.
"Right," he said, coughing as he stood back up. "Let's get started." Goku moaned.
"Oh, do we have to?" she whined.
"Hai, baka, we have to!" he snapped. "Do you want to look like an utter imbecile at the ball?"
"Iie, but who's going to ask me to dance with them?" Vegeta felt his cheeks grow hot.
"Plenty, if you haven't already noticed the looks some of the hentai's are giving you." He muttered. "Now on your feet!"
"But 'Geta," she whined as she lolled up. "It's so hard…" Vegeta's eye twitched as his patience snapped. He had all he could take, and he knew he couldn't take any more.
"Fine then," he hissed. "If you think that dance is hard, I'd like to know what you'd think of this one!" He whisked off his cape and snapped off his armor. He then stood in a starting position and then began to dance.
Goku watched, rapt with fascination as Vegeta flew around the room. His movements were so very complicated, but he moved as though they were the simplest things in the universe. Each turn, each leap, spin, twist and step were done so gracefully, it was as though his body were nothing but flowing water. Each movement flowed into the other, and it was as if he had invisible wings that were helping him glide about. After a few minutes, he stopped and turned to face Goku. She could see that his face was slightly flushed, and he was panting heavily. But he had a smirk stuck to his face as he looked over at her.
"Do you think you can do that?" he asked as he looked at her, her jaw just scraping the floor and her eyes bulging out. She quickly closed her mouth, but her eyes were still wide.
"Uhh…I think so…"
"Don't think, can you do it??!" he demanded. Goku was silent, thinking. Finally, she lifted her head and determinedly declared;
"Hai, I can!" Vegeta looked a little surprised, but decided he's teach her the moves anyway just to prove that the previous dance he was teaching her wasn't as hard.
"Okay," he smirked. "Let's begin."
At first, Goku had troubles getting to grips with the movements as she had been out of practice for about six months. But soon enough, she got stuck into it. Her movements were just like Vegeta's going at the same pace, if not a little jerky. Vegeta was…impressed. She couldn't do a simple slave dance, yet she could easily pick up an intricate, Saiyan Elite kata that very few could perform. It was as though she was a warrior herself. That suddenly got Vegeta hooked in thought. She hadn't told him that she could fight…but he had an inkling that it was possible that she could. After an hour, they went back to rest on the bed. Both were panting heavily as the dance required a lot of concentration.
"So?" she asked.
"So what?" he asked.
"So, what do you think?" she asked through ragged breathes. Vegeta couldn't help but grin at her.
"I think you're one strange ningen." He grinned.
"Oh? How so?"
"You couldn't get a simple slave dance, yet you picked up on that as though you had done it already." He grinned some more. "This dance was performed only by Saiyan Elite's, as only warriors' could do it…"
"Hai, but I am a warrior…" she blurted out without thinking. She quickly clamped her hands over her mouth, but it was too late already. Vegeta's grin disappeared as he stared at her in shock. Now I'm in for it! She thought. There was a silence as Vegeta worked past the surprise and finally said something.
"You…can fight?" he asked. Goku didn't want to lie, so she nodded her head. "I see." There was another silence. "Why didn't you tell me before?" Goku looked up to see Vegeta grinning at her again.
"I…I thought you wouldn't believe me…"
"Why not? We've got female warriors' in our army. It wouldn't have come as a surprise to me!" he said. Goku mentally kicked herself for not saying it sooner. The idea of her being able to fight seemed to please Vegeta. And it certainly did! Vegeta wanted nothing more than to dance with Goku, as she was the only one he felt safe with. And now that he knew she could fight, there was only one way to improve her dancing skills…to train! "Do you know what this mean, Bubbles?" he asked, getting a little excited.
"Iie, what does it mean?"
"It means, baka, that now you can dance with me at the Full Moon Ball!" Goku looked surprised, but then grinned as well.
"Hai…it does, doesn't it?!"
"Hai, but your movements are very jerky. And you made quite a lot of mistakes." He huffed. "And as my dance partner, you must know every movement perfectly!" Goku nodded, feeling a little disappointed that she wasn't as successful as she had hoped.
"Okay…so, what must I do to improve it?" she asked. Vegeta grinned at her.
"There are only two things you can do. One, is to practice."
"Uh-huh." She nodded. "What's the other one?" Vegeta grinned as he hovered in close.
"That's the best one." He said, his grin suddenly changing to a smirk. "You'll have to do training with me!"