Chap 6

Mii, Him, and You

"I feel dirty." Was all Bulma could say as she studied the article of clothing she was supposed to wear to dinner that night.

"Get over it Woman. The Mintos will be here soon." Bulma cocked an eyebrow up as she looked over at Vegeta.

"Mintos?" Vegeta put on a smirk just before turning his head to look out the window that overlooked the City.

"Dressing slaves." Bulma felt her face loose a little color. But as long as she didn't have to try and put this thing on, she was sure she could never figure it out and as long as Vegeta wasn't in the room. She didn't mind.

"Oh…" Bulma turned her head back to the dress. Bulma knew their was something she should ask him… "What does Tayme really mean?" No answer. Bulma looked back at him. He was still peering off into the city. "Answer me or I swear the next few weeks on the ship will be even worse than before!" Bulma put her hands on her hips in the determined way.

Vegeta side glanced her, humphed and started to walk into the next room. "Bride."

"WHAT~" Bulma about dropped to the floor, but just as she had screamed someone knocked at the door… Bulma just stood with her mouth hanging open as Vegeta walked over to the door.

"Who is it?" A small female voice rang back through the door in reply.

"Only us, your grace, the Mintos and –and myself, Mii." Vegeta humphed and gave Bulma a warning from the corner of his eye. She did her best to compose herself… She would have to get through this and then give him a real ear ache after.

"You may enter." Bulma wondered if Vegeta didn't give Mii the respect she deserved because his ego was just too high, or females didn't really have that sort of respect on this planet.

As Bulma watched Mii along with five other females enter, Bulma had a pretty good idea it was the later. Ever last one of them came dressed in rather erotic clothing. The, what would appear as slaves, came in with loose dresses and, what Bulma could only see as, a bra. The dresses were black and slit up both sides, revealing white but rather strong legs. Their feet were bare, and their hair was pulled back away from their faces in tight tails. All of their eyes were a deep blue and outlined in black. But now that Bulma could get a better look, she saw that the outlining was natural to their skins.

The Queen wore white, sheer white. Bulma wanted to let her mouth drop to the floor. Was this Woman coming intentionally to grab Vegeta's eye? She obviously had NOTHING to hide and Bulma though rather jealousy, with good reason not to.

"It's good to see you again, Prince." Bulma felt a slight ping of jealousy. This woman had come to get his attention, and for some strange reason. Bulma felt they knew each other VERY well.

Vegeta gave out a small chuckle. "Shame you had to became Bulma… But why do you still call yourself Mii… isn't that call for treason." She gave a small smile and waved her hand. The slaves that followed her in came over to Bulma and started to strip her of her clothing. Bulma did her best not to show her embarrassment, and let them do their job. Despite the fact Vegeta watched, Bulma was going to kill him later.

"I am not officially Bulma yet, the ceremony as not been finished, so Mii is fine. I will become Bulma tomorrow, as a matter of fact. But I must say, Vegeta, I am shocked… and a bit sadden that you have a Tayme now. But happy to hear that she isn't official either…" Bulma's ears perked up at this and her heart skipped a few beats. Should she retaliate…? SHE SHOULD! But she remembered Vegeta's warnings: 'Make one peep Woman and I will break those hands of yours.' Bulma shivered and bit her tongue.

Vegeta's cruel laugh echoed through the room.

"Still hungry I see! But I will not play that game, as much as I would like to Mii, tomorrow you become Bulma, and I have no reason to break that path with Tesius."

"Oh, I'm disappointed. I was hoping to have a last 'ride'." Bulma wanted to tear that woman's tongue out. HOW DARE SHE—Wait? Why did Bulma care, she wasn't really Vegeta's and he was defiantly not even in her ballpark. Why was she getting so upset over their little chat?

But from what Bulma could tell. The two had shared a bed once before. Next time Vegeta called her a slut, she would have to remind him of all his 'journeys'. Bulma knew he had probably had a woman from every planet he ever touched. And more.

Bulma put her hands out, as one of the slaves asked quietly for her to do so. They pulled up her 'shirt' and strapped it over her right shoulder. It was odd to have their hands over her body, Vegeta watching closely, and even Mii was watching. Bulma realized that it wasn't their little chat she should be mad about. Vegeta had just gotten an eyeful, again. And as for Mii, let her get an eyeful, just so she could really know what she was up against.

The slaves finished with the clothing and led her to another room. Vegeta and Mii stayed in the other room, Bulma could hear her trying to bring up another conversation as she left.

The new room was obviously for a Female. Large mirrors, soft bed, and what would appear as a powder table. It was littered with make-up, hair supplies, and jewelry. Bulma looked herself over in the mirror. Straps, lots of straps. No sleeves, the black shirt that was strapped around her right shoulder, her right arm covered by a black glove. Left arm was left alone. The thing about the shirt is it covered her right side, down, and so did the black skirt. From that just straps whopped around the left.

So half of her body for the most part was visible, at least one of the straps covered the 'important' part of her left breast and the black skirt covered the 'important' lower part. She rather liked it.

The slaves moved her into a chair and began working on her make up and hair. She could tell they were paling her face a little, and lining her eyes in black. Her hair was pulled back into the traditional pony-tail. They seemed to put some sort of gel in it, giving it a smooth-wet look.

Bulma kind of liked this treatment. She felt like a model, or an important movie star. She could get used to this.

~~

Mii called in more servants, four in fact. She herself wanted to be the fifth. They undressed Vegeta and dressed him in the Males traditional dress. The same the King wore, but in Vegeta's case. He demanded on having pants. He would not wear a skirt.  The pants were loose, and white. Silky fabric with a gold hem. In the King's case, he didn't wear a shirt, and he only wore, to what Vegeta referred to as a skirt. No shoes, the Vometicans didn't use shoes.

Because Vegeta was not a King, he was given a white vest that was left unbuttoned. His clothing was simple, but unlike females. It wasn't meant to cause arousal. The males clothing was left loose and comfortable. Where as females would wear or wouldn't wear what ever the male chose. That's right; Vegeta had chosen Bulma's -- Tayme's -- dress.

Bulma soon came in, following a few of the slaves. Mii smiled at her and Vegeta's eyebrow raised. It was amazing to how comfortable Bulma was now, wearing those clothes. And Vegeta was quite pleased she had kept her mouth shut. Silence was golden.

"We should be on our way, the King awaits." Mii's soft voice chimed. Vegeta watched as Bulma gave the woman a cold look. That made Vegeta smile, a little. Was the little minx getting jealous?

Vegeta left it to the side for now, and nodded to Mii to lead the way.

They came to a large room, Vegeta recognized it. Mii gave him a sly smile on the side. They both had a rather found memory here.

The King sat at the head of the table. Vegeta sat as his left, and Bulma was seated to his left. Mii was seated across from Vegeta, on the Kings Right. And from their on it was all females. Every last one of them dressed like Mii, except in a light blue. All of them were the Kings consorts. Mii was their lead at the moment, and soon would be their Queen. But they would not be going anywhere. Men on this planet would keep several woman at hand. It was only custom.

Vegeta looked to Bulma, she was making eye contact with the King, and he was returning it. Vegeta felt his body tense. What was she doing! Was she stupid…? THAT stupid. If she continued to act 'friendly' with the King he would make her just one of the little toys at the table. Of course, that would require the King to kill Vegeta, and that could never happen. But Vegeta still did not agree with her playing such foolish games she didn't fully understand. He would have to make it clear to her later that night.

~~

Bulma was absolutely amazed by the Kings beauty. Up close he was just damn sexy. She could tell that Mii was glaring at her, but that didn't matter.

"Ah, Tayme, if I may so call you for you yourself will soon be a princess of sorts." Bulma had to wonder just what he had meant by that. "I am curious; I know you are not a Saiyan, so where exactly do you come from? And I could only hope there are others like you." Mii's face hardened, and so did Vegeta's. Bulma liked this game.

She gave a slight giggle. "Your grace, you may call me whatever you wish." Bulma said this in her low, 'take me now' voice. "I'm from the planet Earth, and I'm afraid that non on that rock could truly compare to me." Vegeta at this point wanted to gag.

"Aw, what a shame. It seems I may have to beat off Vegeta and—"

"Be careful, this isn't a game." Vegeta's voice rang out. Bulma wanted to hit him and make him shut up. But when she looked at him with her hard look, she lost it. Those words were actually meant for her and not the King. But he had said it to make the King not go any further with the topic.

"The food has arrived." Mii's voice was flat, but she tried to hide her anger. Bulma could smell the woman's hate. And when she looked into her eyes she saw that it was nothing but that. Mii's eyes were almost black at this point, and they were directed strait at her.

Tesius's arm suddenly came around Mii, bringing her closer to him. "Aww, very well Vegeta, I after all have my own gem."

Mii's smile was fake; Bulma saw through it, she herself had used that smile more than once. Mii's hate for Bulma was almost as strong as for her husband. Bulma came to the full realization that these woman were born for nothing more than sex and slavery. They could never be anything else, and in Miis' case she was just about to become the lands highest ranking…or was it most favored, female on the planet. And in a way Bulma was steeping in the way.

Bulma felt Vegeta's hand grasp her wrist and give it a slight squeeze. She gave him a slight glare from the corner of her eye. But his eyes warned her not to take her little fun any further, and just to make sure she understood, he gave it a bit more of a squeeze and let go.

Plates were set before them, Bulma didn't know what any of it was, but she was hungry and wouldn't be rude. As she dug in she gave everyone else a look. Every last female were busy amongst themselves. It would seem the little scene that had just happened between herself, Vegeta and the King wasn't all that unusual.

The food was excellent, and the drink that came along with it reminded Bulma of a sweet alcohol. For it had about the same effect.

Soon everyone seemed to notice the effects of the drink. Everyone was laughing and enjoying the night. All except for maybe Vegeta. Although he would laugh and make comments, he was still not 'loose'. He kept a close eye on the King and Bulma.

Bulma was noticing another effect the drink and food had on her body. Sure it did come along with alcohol, but this was a little stronger. Every touch was a new sensation, whatever it was it was a strong aphrodisiac.

Bulma watched as the King drew Mii on his lap, and she laughed as he gave her a slight hug. She watched how he started to kiss her neck, but Mii's eyes seemed almost distant.

Bulma wanted to jump in, she wanted to feel that touch on her neck. She noticed that allot of the other woman in the room began to make their way towards the King.

Bulma almost did too, until Vegeta grabbed her arm and brought her closer to him.

"It's time to make our leave." His voice rasped in her ear, he stood up bringing her with him. The occupants in the room didn't take notice as they stepped through the doors.

Vegeta didn't let her arm go until they were back in their room. From their he pushed her into a seat. Bulma should be angry, but she was so…drunk! She couldn't do much else but stick her tongue out and settle into the chair with a drunken laugh.

"Why'd we leave like that, it's so rude!" Bulma said as she flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"Actually it's just fine! But if you'd like to become another slut like the rest of them be my guest and go right on back. Be happy woman that I pulled us out when I did! However, from the looks of it, you wouldn't have minded in the least!" Bulma gave a little laugh at that, it was childish laugh, making it more to the point she was drunk.

"Your probably right!" Bulma tried to stand up, but found her legs wouldn't let her. She liked that drink, and wanted more. But at the same time her body wanted something else to drink on.

"I'm amazed you did drag us out! If I didn't know better you wouldn't have minded another shot at her! It's only obvious you two are more acquainted than what would appear, Vegeta. So I don't know why your getting all tissy fitted over me wanting a little fun with the King. Seems to me it'd be just fine."

Vegeta's arms were crossed, and his eyes set hard on her face. Bulma merely gave him her triumphant look. "I'm going back, I want him, and not-- you have no right to stop me!" Bulma stood up with a swift movement, more than she though she was capable of, but she wobbled a bit to the left when she had.

"Do you understand what would happen, woman? Truly happen?"

"Honestly, Male, do you think I care at the moment?" Bulma rolled her eyes at Vegeta. He remained still, composed.

"They'd never let you leave again. You would have to join the ranks of his personal house of whores. You think those where the only woman he has? Those were just a few. He'd use you once and throw you away. You'd be a slave, not just for him but for whoever he decided to have entertained."

"You sound like you almost care, Vegeta. Oh wait, you do! That's right, without me you don't get that GR. Heh, I don't see a reason to worry though. Even if I go back, you'd never let them keep me!"

"Please woman, I want to be on good terms with this planet. I'd like to come back and 'get my fill'."

"You little slut!" Bulma gave her girlish giggle as she made a step towards the door. She never made it beyond it though. Vegeta was behind her, keeping her from moving any further. The next thing he spoke made her shiver. His voice was low and scared her to the core. He meant every word, and every word was dangerous.

He would never let her leave that room. She didn't want to listen, so she started to struggle. His hand shot up and grabbed a hold of her hair; he twisted her head almost painfully back and to the side. Her ear was placed just under his lips.

His hot breathed tickled her ear and neck. She couldn't help but give a small moan; the drug was working hard on her body. That breathe was enough to drive her mad.

"Veget— "

"Stupid woman." Bulma felt the pinch, and she knew she was passing out. Her vision blurred and then darkened. The last thing she recognized was her body slumping, loosening… and his body being the only thing holding her from falling to the floor.

*          *          *

Slowly she rose. Her head hurt and her body ached with every muscle. Bulma cuddled her head in her hand as she sat over the edge of the bed. She hazily opened her eyes only to see her reflection in the mirror. But this wasn't the Castle room on Vometica. She was in her bed on the ship.

She was still wearing the black dress, and her hair was still pulled up into the pony tail. Despite the fact her head was spinning, she stood up and walked to the window. Just as she thought, Vegeta had moved her and they had taken off.

Bulma watched as the stars moved quickly by the window. She was saddened; she wanted to spend more time on Vometica. It was an interesting place. Plus she had never been able to really play her game!

She tried to turn her neck a bit too much to the side, and found that it hurt like hell. Her body's aches were clearly from NOT doing anything about the drug last night. She wanted a night with the King. He was irresistible. But the actions of the night resurfaced. She remembered what Vegeta had said, and knew now that he was right.

She should apologize… in another life time. But she should be thankful that he had done what he had. Although she knew the pinch in her neck was his fault. Bulma sighed and moved to her bathroom. She needed a good long soak. She looked herself in the mirror and saw the big black bags hanging under her eyes. "Oh, just beautiful…" She mumbled and began to undo her hair. As she let her hair loose she felt the ping that comes from the roots of hair, when left in a tight pony tail for too long.

She messaged her scalp, even though it hurt her arms to lift them like that. She had never experienced pain like this before in her life! She took off the one glove she wore and look at the dress in the mirror.

She didn't know where to begin with that one. They had clipped it on with the shoulder, she should look there. She felt along the strap, it had a clip on it all right, and it was going to require more movement then she really wanted to, to get it undone. She took in a sharp breathe and clutched her eyes as she force her hands to reach the clip. It was searing pain, how could a few drinks do this to her!

Vegeta's hands came up and flicked the clip open. She was a bit surprised; he was good at sneaking up on her. But, unless the drug was still in her, his hands had been soft. Gentle, and welcoming. She didn't want the feeling to stop there, but it scared her to death. This was Vegeta!

"Stupid woman." That brought her back a little. He had said that the other night too.

"I hope to god your doing all the cooking over the next few days. Is it normal to be this sore?" She heard him give a slight snort before answering. She didn't want to turn around. She didn't really want to look at him. So she distracted herself with the dress.

"For someone who wasn't able to expel the 'stress' in her body, yes." Bulma gave a humph and turned the water on in the tub.

"Oh? Really? And WHY aren't YOU sore today then?" She could feel his eyes watching her back. Studying the curves of her body. But by now, she really didn't care.

"Are you considering bathing in front of me now, woman? We are not on that planet anymore; there is no need for you to continue doing that. And my eyes sight would rather be spared."

"Then leave. But not until you answer my question." Bulma tested the water, good and hot she plugged the tubs drain and started to poor her salts. "Why aren't you sore today, Vegeta?" She still wouldn't look at him. She couldn't. She wasn't entirely sure why, she just couldn't.

"Look at me, woman." His voice was low.

"What's the matter, feel insecure, Vegeta?"

"I think you're the one feeling insecure."

"Why aren't you so-"

"Honestly, woman! I am not effect by the drug the way you are! It's engineered for females! Why in the hell is that such a dire need to know for you!"

Bulma stared into the water, watching as the steam rose, and her hand played in its depth and caused small ripples on the surface. The salt in the water giving it a misty look to the water. She added in a few more pebbles of salt.

"Just curious, I suppose. I am a scientist you know." She needed to give more of an explanation than that, or he WOULD never leave. "I enjoyed the effects, at least before now. I wanted to know what the effects were on the male…" Well, it was, for the most part true.

"You're lying woman." Bulma smiled. Their was something still wrong. She still felt different. The drug must still be running through her body. She rubbed her fingers along her neck. Even if it was her own hand, she was aroused by it. The soft touch, their was always something about a females neck! She had to curse herself, her mind was becoming cloudy again, and her chest rose with every breath!

"How could it still be this strong?" Bulma whispered out.

"Humans, such weak creatures." Vegeta turned on his heel and marched out of the room. She heard him stomp all the way down the hall. She shut the door to the bathroom, locked it. She needed that soak. And hopefully by the time she got out, the drug would be done with her.

~~

Vegeta marched to the kitchen, looking for meat. Not for him, he needed to get something down that woman to help with the drug. It wouldn't leave her system for a while, and the last thing he wanted was a sex craved BULMA to deal with. A normal one was enough. The meat would at least help with the effects and dim them to a more agreeable level.

He found the ham. It didn't need to be cooked, and it would do the job. He had to glare at what he saw in the kitchen. He had said space safe food. All of this would rot before their trip was done! He would ignore the fact for now. He had been through worse.

Vegeta nudged the fridge's door close and tore off the plastic covering the ham. He sliced it and threw it on a plate. The woman wouldn't need the whole loaf…at least in one seating.

~~

Bulma laid next to the tub, watching the water flow and the steam fill the room. She had started to undress but found she couldn't complete the task. Whenever she tried to move the straps would dig into her skin, but the problem wasn't that it hurt, its that it turned her on. Every move, scratch and breath she found pleasurable.

How long was this going to last! She couldn't live through this! This was driving her MAD!

Suddenly she heard the doorknob break off and the door swing open. She still couldn't look at him. "Back? Already?" He didn't answer, she didn't really care. "I couldn't get the damn dress off." Of all her brain power, THAT was the only thing she could think to say!

After a second, she heard him make the 'funny' humph.

"Come here, woman," Bulma's face paled even more with the sounds of those words. NO! NO! She could not do that, not with VEGETA! ... Come to think of it, they had never had to share a kiss to prove their being together… "Woman, you want to help settle the drug, or do you like the drug that much?"

"Huh? What do you mean…?" Bulma finally looked at him, and knew instantly why she had tried to avoid it before. Looking at anything male was enough to drive her into a frenzy, but looking at Vegeta. She knew he was good looking, but now it was becoming her addiction. She wanted him. "I…don't know if I can touch you Vegeta." Her voice showed her fear. This made her un-easy.

"Trust me woman. I don't want you to touch me." Vegeta set the ham down on the bathroom counter. "Stand up, woman."

"Stop calling me, woman. Its Bulma, B-U-L-M-A." Bulma however, did stand up.

"Funny, I thought it was Tayme." Vegeta put on his devilish smirk. Bulma about fell over. God! Why was he so… unattainable! "Turn around."

"HUH!" Bulma gave him an awkward look.

"Just do it, before I run out of patience." Bulma was hesitant, but she was in no position to argue… at least not yet! 'NO! Bulma, gal don't start to think like that!'  Suddenly she felt his hands again. Going along her back, moving down, unhooking the clips. With every clip let loose the straps were releasing the fabric. The first one was the best. Her chest seemed eternally grateful. She hadn't noticed how tight that dress had been till now. The straps had caused slight scratches on her skin; she had red strips running all the way down her left side. Rather uneven, and not very pretty. But they would be gone in a day or two.

Has every strap was unclipped the closer the dress came to falling all the way off. Bulma lightly grabbed the top, holding it their. Although that really didn't make much of a difference.

It was odd how his hands worked. Slow, seemingly careful, but they were precise. Never getting caught up with the strapping. Bulma found her self relaxing more and more to Vegeta's touch, and more and more into the effects of the drug. She felt the only way to describe it was that of a Vampire. So close to its kill, it almost didn't need the blood anymore.

The last strap was loose, and his hands were no-where to be 'felt'. Bulma turned her head. He was still there, but what shocked her was he was grabbing her her robe.

As the silky fabric of her robe touched her shoulders she let the dress drop, pulling on the robe. In ways she was uncomfortable about the situation, but in so many more she shouldn't be.  She found it odd having Vegeta treat her like this, but at the same time, it just wasn't.

"So the Dark Prince does have a heart." Bulma could only whisper as she continued to stare into the water. She shouldn't have said that out loud, she didn't want this sort of 'kindness' to end.

"So Kakarot would have to believe. But I would have to only hope you are smarter than that idiot, to think in such dribble. Woman, don't think for a second I'm doing this out of kindness." Bulma turned around, her head slightly turned to the side and down.

"Then why are you doing this? Hmm… of course now that I think about it. You have always enjoyed torturing me. And at the moment, what better of a torture?" Vegeta's eyes darkened, his eyebrows knotted a little, but his smirk deepened. He stalked like a cat, quick, agile…. It was slow enough she could see him, but fast enough she wasn't left with time to react. Like he always did when he threatened her he grabbed her wrists and whispered into her ear. But his voice was silkier, and his touch was only for show.

"Maybe your right… Even this is driving your body to ache, and your mind, driving closer and closer to loosing all control." His body pressed closer, and Bulma knew he was right. Very right. "This is driving you to absolute insanity, but ask yourself why, Bulma." Bulma felt herself shiver and sink down a bit as he seemed to grow taller, and more in command over her than she was. He had actually said her name! "Could it be because you know that what your body needs the most right now… you could never attain." He grasped her by the back of her head and drew her in, his other arm circling around her lower back, cradling and lifting her more into him. Bulma wanted to scream, she wanted to cry! He was right!

His lips were softer than she had ever imagined. She found herself quite content with the world, right at this moment. But just as she started to lift her arms, to grasp him and pull him in more, he moved. Broke what she could only describe as the best kiss of her life.

"Your right. I do enjoy watching you suffer." His voice was hard, his eyes cold. But she could see the glitter and the toying thoughts that drifted in the back of his mind. He was playing with her! "Maybe I will let the drug work its worse on you." With that he picked up the tray of ham and left the room. Bulma could only feel her lips tingle, and the rest of her body hunger.

"Bastard…" Bulma mumbled as she let the robe drop to the floor. She stepped into the tub, letting it wash away everything.

~~

WHAT WAS HE THINKING! Vegeta wanted to tare away his lips. Again something on his OWN body had betrayed him! And not just one thing, but several parts of him had played their role in that! But it troubled him. He had liked it. He had liked it allot. But he could only pass it off as being sex craved. Their was no way in hell he could actually enjoy that woman otherwise!

He had to admit that playing with her in this sort of situation was really fun, but perhaps it was taking it too far! They needed to keep their distance. How would they act back on earth, how would things run then if they were to get involved! Why the HELL did that really matter! It wasn't any one elses business to what he did, and where he did it!

Vegeta put the ham slices back in the fridge; if the woman wanted it she could come and get it. The ham, not him. Vegeta sat down in one of the chairs and thought on the last little bit of events.

After he had knocked Bulma unconscious he had placed her in his bed. He wanted to leave that planet and soon, but soon was never soon enough. Mii came knocking on his door. The drug was working in her as well, but no where near to Bulma's degree. Because she was human, and the species was weak, the drug was doubled, and in Bulma the effects could take days to wear off!

"Oh, did she not make it?" Mii's voice was playful. Something a little more was up than Vegeta had previously seen.

"What's going on Woman, I demand answers!" He watched as Mii began to undress. It was strange, at one point this woman had been the most desirable thing, but now Vegeta found her almost repulsive. She gave a slight giggle as she let her hair down.

"And I demand attention, your grace. Vegeta… oh you have grown, but I hope you didn't grow out of your wildness. Take me, Vegeta. And don't leave me behind again! The King can have her, take me!" Vegeta felt his body hardened. Bulma's game had been dangerous despite the fact it had never gone very far. But this game was even worse! Woman, nothing but trouble!

"Forget it, Bulma." Vegeta hated that word. "Your place is here." Mii's face hardened and her eyes darkened. A sign that a Vometican was angry, Vegeta had to tread carefully. The species were violent if brought over the edge. But in a way, he wanted to do that. He wanted the fight. But the truth was even Mii would be nothing for him, and their was Bulma to consider.

"Tayme… laughable. I am not fooled Vegeta. And neither is the King. What is her real name? Her real purpose. She's not a slave, she's too proud of herself to be a slave. I wonder if you would really care about her, really care if I were to slice her pretty little neck. Even if you won't take me, that bastard will take her. He knows your laws. Your father, the KING is dead, and without him you can never officially take a Queen. So that leaves her to whatever, doesn't it? I can see in your eyes you really don't care for her." Mii had started to walk closer to Vegeta, closer to the bed, her eyes growing darker with every inch passed. Vegeta stood his ground though. He'd be damned to be talked to this way by a slave! "Rid yourself of her Vegeta. It's too obvious that she would never desire you either!"

She had made a dash to the bed. She was going for the kill! But it wasn't at Vegeta. Mii was in the air, rage in her eyes as she flew towards Bulma. Her hand razed up, resembling much of a hawks talon. Her nails growing into the Vometicans personal defense. Their nails were like razor blades, and the females could grow them a few inches in a matter of seconds. But despite how enraged Mii may be, or how quick. She would never be allowed to get any closer to Bulma as far as Vegeta was concerned.

Mii had never anticipated that Vegeta would actually defend the woman. Would actually attack her. She wasn't entirely sure just how it had happened. One second she's in the air, ready for the strike. The next on the ground, face down. She knew she had been hit in the side, which was the part that hurt the most. "What?" Mii's face filled with tears. "Vegeta…I…"

"Be quiet woman! Be happy that I do not inform Tesius of your treason!" Vegeta grabbed her by the hair and made her stand. With his other hand he grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "I want to leave now, slave. Make the preparations!"

The bad news for Mii was that Vegeta had informed the King. Wouldn't she be surprised in the morning, when instead of walking down those halls to become a Queen, she would face her death. That made Vegeta smile, even just at the thought. Bulma may not be his woman, but she was his.

Vegeta eye-brows knotted. She was his. Even he wasn't entirely sure of those words. His scientist, but that didn't seem to fit it right. Perhaps he just felt he owed the woman. Her and her family had done things for him, no one else would have. Vegeta couldn't, wouldn't see this any other way. He owed the woman. And the best way to pay her back was to insure her safety. He could live with that.

But could she?

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Bulma didn't really want to go to the kitchen. She knew that was where Vegeta was… But if that ham could help her get over this little…problem. To hell with him!

She quietly stepped into the room. Vegeta had his eyes closed, his face hard set. Obviously the man was actually thinking for once, instead of fighting. Bulma decided it would be best to get the ham, and get out.

She opened the fridge door. And bam, their it was the ham. Ham wasn't her favorite thing in the word… "Hey Vegeta."

All she got back in reply was a grow and a what. "Is their anything else other than Ham that I could eat?"

"Any type of meat will do." With that Bulma searched, finding chicken, turkey, bacon, the ham, and a roast beef. Saddly, all of it except the ham had to be cooked, and she wasn't in the mood. So she grabbed the ham.

"You ask me that question and still take the ham?" Bulma put on the sort of fake smile you put on when you don't really want to smile.

"Yea. And? I don't feel like trying to cook anything right now." Bulma sat down, across the table from him. She poked the slices with her fork, but didn't really want to eat it. "This will actually take care of the drug?"

"No. It'll help control it, but you'll still have waves." Bulma sighed and leaned into her hand.

"How long is this going to last?" She toyed some more with the meat. She really didn't like cold ham that much.

"That will be up to your body. It could be done with right now, or it could be done by the end of next week." Bulma shot up.

"WHAT! There is no way! I'll die before then!"

'You and me both.' Vegeta thought of saying, but decided against it. "I'm failing to see where that's a bad thing."

"I hate you." Vegeta smirked. Did this woman honestly not care about the scene in the bathroom, or was she just trying to ignore it?

"Oh, plan on going universal with that book? Wonderful, I'll be even more sought out on every planet now!"

"Are you feeling ok? Or did you actually make a funny?"

"I' don't make 'funnies' woman. Unless you count the sick and twisted, blood and gruesome funnies."

"Yea, don't forget the sick and perverted ones." Bulma took a bite from the ham. But couldn't help but see this situation as VERY strange. Since when did they get along this well? And since WHEN did Vegeta talk like that! "But I'm serious. You're not sick are you?"

"Minded, perhaps." Vegeta had his devilish smirk on again. His eyes also had that look. The look that a cat has when it's playing with its mouse. Sort of crazed but that oh so sexy tone to it. God, he was sexy.

"You're not helping Vegeta, and if you continue like this, the ham will be utterly useless..." Bulma couldn't help but smile. This was sort of fun.

"What's the matter? Am I too much for you?" He really was an egotistical bastard.

"I wouldn't know yet." Bulma decided to play his game. She was female, didn't matter what planet you were from. In this game the woman ALWAYS wins. "But be careful, you may find that I'm too much for you. You can't even touch me without loosing something."

"Heh. I recall touching you earlier, and I didn't loose anything."

"Just your composure."

"You wish." Bulma grinned and took another bite. He was right, she did wish.

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Yea, so I went off on this one, I felt bad towards the end cause all my other chaps were funny…this one was DRAMA! So I tried to pretty it up in the end. Well, anyhow happy Spanxgiving, and a good one. Please R&R.

And thanx to everyone's comments, really appreciate them! Do feel free to give out some advice about he story. Any advice will do! Ja ne!

~Tiff