Title: A Match Made In.. Heaven?
Author: Angel of the Stars
Rating: PG-13 for the language, but may get higher in the future.
Pairings: Goku+ChiChi/Vejita+Bulma
Summary: Princess ChiChi and Prince Vejita are betrothed, to ensure an alliance between Chikyuu and Vejita-sei. But what happens when a machine-happy scientist and a legendary burglar team up to guarantee the termination of the engagement? Chaos, of course.
Genre: Romance/Action/Adventure/Humor and whatever else I feel like throwing in. 
Warnings: It's A/U.  As in Alternative Universe.  Which also means that the characters may be and most likely will be out of character (OOC).
Disclaimer: Exactly what it says: dis- not claimer- owner.  The excerpts of song in this chapter are from Crazy by Nine Days, which –surprise surprise- don't belong to me.
Author's Notes: Should I even give an excuse for being late?  ...Probably not.  ANYWAY, Finally got this chapter out.  (WOOHOO)  Thanks to the ever wonderful Birdee, who took the time to check this for me and correct some of my style.  You rock dude!
Current Chapter: Chapter 4

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A Match Made In.. Heaven?

Easier Said Than Done
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Bulma sighed as her tired body flopped down against the soft bed.  Her eyes slid shut from fatigue, and she allowed herself a few moments of peace before she began working again.  Turning her head to the side, darkness faded from sight as Bulma stared at the digital numbers of her clock.  'Already 10?  God, where did the day go?'

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 Earlier That Day...
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The blue eyed scientist raced down the hallways, while checking the expensive watch dangling on her wrist for the umpteenth time.  'First day of tutoring the Prince and I'm already late.  Wonderful.'  Bulma had heard stories of the Prince's impatience, and surely did not want to be on the receiving end of his short temper.  But this morning it didn't seem that the younger Vejita would be happy.

Finally catching sight of the bronze doors which held her student within, Bulma slowed down and straightened out her disheveled clothing.  She stopped before the room and took a deep breath.  'Here goes nothing.'  She pushed open the doors and was greeted by the scowling face of the Prince.

"Woman, you are twenty minutes late.  I do not have time for this insolence.  Make sure that this does not happen again, or you will learn first-hand of my wrath.  Need I remind you that this is not for your benefit," he spat out at her in a gruff tone.

Immediately, fire danced within Bulma's eyes.  "First of all, your highness," she began with sarcasm laced in her tone, "while I am teaching you, we are equals.  You cannot threaten my life, unless you wish to deal with your father."  A triumphant grin edged on her face at the look of protest and shock before her, and she continued.  "I also think that the first area we should cover is manners, since you are sorely lacking.  Sit down and we will begin, since, as you said, I am not benefiting."  She pushed past the Prince and spied the table that they would be working on.  Bulma set down the many books she had brought with her from the Royal Library and took a seat.  Sighing, she looked back at the still standing Prince.  "Vejita, would you sit down already?"

 'How can she speak to me so?  Does she not realize that I could destroy her in a single move?  Hmph, Otousan must've promised her some sort of protection.  Kuso, why must everything happen to me!'

Still scowling, he complied with her request and sat down in the plush scarlet chair across from the scientist-turned tutor.  "Fine.  You may begin with your teaching.  And hurry it up.  I have people to beat." 

Bulma rolled her eyes and mock-saluted.  "Yes, sir!"  As Vejita's frown deepened, her smirk became cockier.  She began to sift through the materials and textbooks, and it was then she wondered how exactly to go about teaching the Prince.  She certainly couldn't ask him.  She could just imagine the sneer that would be shot in her direction.  No, she couldn't and wouldn't ask.  'So how can I teach the arrogant prick about mann--'  Bulma suddenly grinned an evil grin, and if it was possible, a light bulb would've gone off above her head.  Of all the evil things, this had to be the evilest.  She chuckled to herself, but Vejita's sensitive hearing picked up the sound and raised an eyebrow at her.  "What's so funny woman?"

She turned towards him and smiled sweetly.  "Nothing, your majesty.  But you'll have to excuse me a moment while I gather some materials."  Vejita frowned again and was about to open in his mouth to retort.  "I know, I know.  It's all insolence to you.  Just give me a minute, it'll be quick."  'I better remember to get a camera..'

Minutes later and more running through the corridors, Bulma returned heavily breathing and white bag in hand.  Vejita was up again, staring outside the window.  He had turned around when he felt her enter the room, and was now staring at her.  "Ok.. take a.. seat.. Vejita," she murmured, trying to catch her breath.  Vejita sneered at the display, but sat down at a round table anyway.  "Now what woman?"

As her plan rushed back into her thoughts, all trace of her exhaustion left her as she began chuckling once more.  "Patience, Prince.  No matter how high in power you are, you must learn to control your temper.  After all, there is always someone out there that is stronger than you."

He scoffed at her words.  "More powerful?  Than I, Prince of all Saiyjins?  Surely you must be joking."

"Hardly.  I can think of at least one more powerful than you.  But I'm not here to argue."  She stepped over to the table that Vejita was occupying, and laid out the materials in the bag one by one.  As the Prince continued to watch, his eyes widened.  "Lesson one," she said, "how to properly behave when having tea."

Vejita stared on, jaw slackened.  He could not.. would not participate in such lunacy!  Finally, his head snapped up to face Bulma, and in a deathly quiet tone of voice, he muttered out one sentence.  "Burn in hell."

She smirked.  "Thank you."  She took the seat directly across from Vejita.  Picking up one of the plastic flowered cups, Bulma raised it in a mock toast to him.  "Time to learn, your highness."  Her only response was an anguished groan.

The tea party had begun.

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The Present
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I drive in the rain,
With the window open.

The heavens had opened and were unleashing their sorrow on Vejita-sei.  The rain poured down relentlessly, as fat drops of water struck the ground before exploding into a thousand beads.  Lightning flashed throughout the murky sky, lighting it intensely.  Seconds later, great claps of thunder rumbled through the lands.  For many Saiyjins, storms were not welcomed.

But not Kakkarot.  He sat on a cliff, jutting over a blue ocean below.  Water soaked him to the bone, but he didn't feel the cold.  He needed to think, and in the midst of a thunderstorm was the perfect place to do so.  Ever since he was a child, rain gave him a comfort unlike anything else.

Except ChiChi.

But it's not the same,
When everything has changed.

ChiChi... how she had haunted his thoughts.  Most waking moments, and certainly while he was sleeping, he saw nothing but her beautiful face.  How he wanted to hold her in his arms and protect her from all harm.  To hear her musical laugh, which warmed his heart like he never thought possible.  He wanted... her.

Kakkarot's fingers gripped the sodden ground.  He almost laughed at himself.  Here he was, sitting in the rain, pining for a woman who probably forgot about him.  And of course, she was engaged to his Prince, which was the icing on the cake.  He sighed.  'I'm so pitiful.  I should just forget about her and move on.'  But he knew in his heart of hearts that he would never be rid of ChiChi.  Just the thought of it brought pain to his soul.

But while you're still here,
I'll do anything.

He groaned and fell back onto the ground, now letting the raindrops freely hit his frowning face.  He thought over Bulma's plan and wondered if it even had a chance of working.  It seemed farfetched even to him, thief extraordinaire.  'Thief... well, I guess I'm going to have to drop that title now if there's hope of getting ChiChi.'  But he didn't mind.  He would sacrifice anything in his power for the raven haired princess.

Don't you know that I go crazy…

He would find ChiChi and get her back.  He had to.

His heart and soul depended on it.

'Chichi..'

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Bulma yawned and turned in her bed.  She had stopped staring at the alarm clock and gotten up, worked more on the capsule, cursed at it in frustration, and then decided to simply sleep.  Though once she had gotten to bed, all she could do was toss and turn.  Surprisingly, she couldn't stop thinking about Vejita and their lesson earlier.  After all, they almost…. 'No no, can't be thinking of things like that.'  But her mind refused to turn back.

The poor Prince couldn't figure out how to properly grip the tiny teacup.  Bulma watched with muffled amusement as he tried to slip his pinky into the handle, as it was the only finger he could attempt to fit in there.  Finally, cursing at the thing, he kicked the table slightly.  As it shifted, the cup in question had fallen to the ground.

Now the blue haired beauty was chuckling openly into her hand, despite the killer glare that she was receiving from Vejita.  She snickered and asked, "Well aren't you going to pick up the teacup?"

Vejita shifted his frown from Bulma to the girly 'thing' sitting on the floor and grumbled.  Half of him was screaming to simply blast the cup and her to hell, but his sensible side was telling him to pick the damn thing up and be done with it.  Sighing, he got off of the chair and reached under the table.  Grasping it with his fingers, Vejita moved to sit back down.  But not before the marble table intervened.

"Kuso!"  He rubbed the steadily growing lump on his head and groaned.  'Why me?' 

Bulma began outright laughing, tears forming in her eyes at Vejita's predicament.  She almost fell off of her chair in her amusement, but contained herself long enough to get up and look at the Prince.  But as she was walking, she tripped on a certain teacup, which had fallen out of Vejita's hand.  His eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen.

'Oh great, she's going to fa--'  "OMPH!"  Bulma had fallen right on top of the Prince.  Their bodies had become crushed against each other, leaving an awkward position.  As her mind comprehended what had just happened, she opened her mouth to apologize.  But no sound came out.  His lips were only centimeters away from hers.  So close that their breath mingled together, and Bulma saw just how handsome the Prince was.  'Handsome?  No way!  He's still the ugly ass he always was!'

Vejita too had realized the situation they were in and moved to pick up, or push, Bulma off of him.  But something stopped him.  Maybe it was her aqua eyes… or her rose lips… 'Or just her incredibly hideous face!  Stop thinking and MOVE HER!'  But despite the arguments their minds created, both Bulma and Vejita had begun to move their faces towards each other, never breaking their gaze.  She could almost feel the warmth of his lips. "Vejita…" she whispered, and her eyes slid shut.  He raised his chin to close the space between them.

Heavy knocking jolted them out of their spell, and Bulma's eyes snapped open.  Vejita dropped his head back onto the carpet, mind reveling over what had almost happened.

Bulma scrambled to get up before anyone saw her.  "Yes?" she questioned as soon as she figured out that someone was pounding on the door. 

"Miss Bulma?  You are needed in the Science wing," a masculine voice called out.  She sighed and replied.  "Alright, I'll be there in a moment."  The footsteps outside the room began to become softer and Bulma began to gather up her things.  Vejita sat up and groaned again.  Would his torment ever end? 

He looked towards the blue haired scientist, and black and blue clashed together for a moment before they hastily turned away.  But the same thought echoed through both of their minds.

'So close..'

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To Be Continued
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Mwahahahaha.. I'm so evil.  So verrrrry evil.  ^____^  Aren't cliffies so fun?  Hehehe.  Anyway, as always thanks for the great reviews!  Hope you enjoyed the chapter.  Until the next one.. –Star

Birdee:  Hehe.. they didn't become 'really good friends' yet, thanks to my evilness.  ^__^  Yes... *snickers*  Everything reminds her of her little 'carrot'.  Tee hee.. hentai!  (then again, so am I ^_~)  Thanks for checking this chappie for me!  I owe you one.  And hopefully, it won't take so long for the next one.
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