Meta!
Chap 7
Meta was a small planet, with vibrant blue skies and a dessert landscape. It was exotic, and Bulma felt she was an Arabian princess, or an ancient love goddess coming back to her people. And she hadn't even landed yet! She was too busy staring out the window and the close up shots on the screen. The planet was mostly desert with occasional oasis spots with tropical lakes of green and blue. She had even seen water that was red, ruby red! It had been beautiful.
"Woman, you are strange." Vegeta's voice was flat and slightly annoyed. Bulma stock her tongue out at him and returned to her gazing.
From what she could gather the planet was a place for swimming! And to hell if she was gonna be held back, those pools looked like too much fun! She was already in her favorite bathing suit. The baby blue one.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and walked up next to her. "Woman, put some damn clothes on. Anything that'll look like you can actually defend yourself some what!"
"Wha- WHY? Damnit Vegeta, what the hell did you not tell me this time?"
"Relax. This planet isn't some get a way vacation. It's a place for warriors, nothing but blood-thirsty, battle hungry monsters down there! If you show up looking," Vegeta gave her a quick look up and down. "Humph, like some little play thing. They will chew you up and spit you out."
Now it was Bulma's turn to roll her eyes. "Fine, I'll go put something on! Shesh, you'd think ALL men would like it if a gorgeous goddess was prancing around in nothing but a bikini."
"Yea, all except one thing. You are no goddess." Bulma brushed off his attempt at another confrontation and walked back to her room. They would be landing soon, and she couldn't wait!
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Well, she had dressed, being she only put on a pair of jeans that were dark blue and were tight around her waist line. Then she had thrown a dark blue vest that was torn at the sleeves on over her bikini top, leaving it un-buttoned. She gave her self a little giggle as she looked over herself in the mirror. She looked like one of the teen- street gangs members. Cept clean and a hell of allot better looking! Besides, she was lacking the leather.
Bulma decided to leave her hair down, she figured if she pinned it up it would ruin the out-fit. She was giving herself a slight blush to the lips when Vegeta's voice chimed over the intercom, informing her that they would be landing in two minutes, and she had better be dressed and up there in one minute. Bulma could only stick her tongue out at the intercom. She found herself doing that more and more. Childish, but she felt there was no other way to confront the bastard than to speak his own language.
Bulma looked out the window, stars, millions and millions of stars. How far from home was she now? It had been what? 3 or 4 months now? Well, they were making great time. She could be home in another 3 months. It wasn't bad.
Wow, she had been surviving the hell hole with Vegeta too. Damn was she a woman or what! Actually, it hadn't been all that bad. Vegeta was… or could be… err… well it was reasonable to the fact that he spent all his time in the GR downstairs.
Bulma's mind drifted to Vometica. The drug had warn off a while ago, but she was addicted. She wanted to feel it again. She wanted to see her King again! Oh, she couldn't get the overly pale god out of her head. And every time she thought of him, she would see that delicious drink, her body ached for it! She wondered if it were still out of her system or not. Either way, they had to stop there on the way back, right? Bulma's mind swirled off into a world of fetish-y delight! At least until Vegeta's voice once again commanded the skies!
The man was annoying. Good looking, a prince, strong, but incredibly annoying. Of course, he had shown her some interesting sides about himself. For instance, his constant "forcing her into the corner just so he could touch her" routine was growing old. Bulma had an inkling that whether or not Vegeta would admit to it, he liked her. Or at least was attracted to her.
She could hardly blame him.
After all she was a knock out. And with age, she just seemed to get prettier. Bulma smiled as she began to think about her little arrogant prince. His smirk, and all those times she had pulled him out from wreckage. Bruised and bleeding, barley holding onto cautiousness. How many times had she fallen asleep while watching over him?
And all their little fights, those were entertaining, and she loved it when she would end up on top. She liked his quick wit, even though it was often used against her in the most degrading way. Some how she felt it could be worse. And that hair! It was wild, Bulma just wanted to run her fingers through it! Although she knew that was out of the question. And his tan, muscular body, his devilish smirk… she even sometimes found his scowl to be comforting. And his eyes… The eyes that were still burning into the back of her mind.
Oh yes, how could she have forgotten that night? That feeling? She had saved the bastard that night by cleverly covering up her bruised wrists. She started to rub her wrists the more the night flooded into memory. How she had missed the old days, and then seeing Vegeta study her like that! She could not shake off the feeling. What had that been? The way his eyes just pierced her soul. Saying: I know you, I know you like I know myself.
Whatever the hell that meant.
Bulma knew she better get up onto the control room before his voice rained god once more. She steadily made her way, pondering. Images of Vegeta flying by, she was trying to piece something together, but what exactly was it? She knew she had reached the control room, despite the fact she was staring at the floor. It was the feeling. His eyes were on her again.
"Well, I suppose THAT'S clothes." Bulma looked up at him. He was in his Vegeta stance again. Arms crossed, devilish look upon his face. Standing proud and un-breakable.
"Well, it is compared to what you ware." He always wore those damn blue spandex shit. Ok she really didn't mind that much.
"That was a weak response. Did you hit your head?" Was that concern in his voice, or just her mind playing tricks with her? Or Vegeta playing tricks with her head?
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The woman was acting funny. No ifs, ands or Buts about it. Something was playing in her mind. "Are you still feeling affects from the drug?" She shook her head no, smiling a little. Her eyes never really leaving his. And this time he wasn't trying to hold them. Her big blues. Odd colored, at least as far as a Saiyan would go. The hair was even worse. Sometimes it looked green, other times it looked more blue. It all depended on how the light hit it. Her skin was a little pale. No wonder the Vometican King had taken notice of her. She resembled his own kind, but she still held the exotic nature of being human. Of being Bulma.
Bulma. He really did hate that word.
"Sit down, Woman. We'll be landing soon." With that he decided to break the stare and return to his seat. He didn't bother with the seat belt. He didn't need it. He put in some last few commands into the computer as Bulma took the seat next to his and clamped her seatbelt in. Such weak creatures! Fragile, and yet somehow this Woman seemed to get the best of him in situations. It was almost like she did harbor the spirit of a Saiyan. Trapped in that exotic Human body of hers. She had a fiery will; he supposed that's why he hadn't blasted her yet. She was too strong like he was in that sense.
Vegeta couldn't help but smirk. Of course he had plans. Oh yes he did. Meta was a training planet, even for those with no ki level and no previous training. He was going to make her body a little more acceptable… But why was he going to do that? Why should he care? He enjoyed the verbal fights enough, and it would never matter how much training she did do. She would never be strong enough to spar with. So why train her? Oh yes, he decided to leave her on that planet for a little while. He had places to go, things to destroy. He couldn't leave her on that planet with out at least some chance of defending herself.
Of course would she ever go along with it? Probably not at first, but it wouldn't take much to persuade her. Besides, he already had told himself he would make her more like a Saiyan. And that's just what he was going to do.
"Vegeta, why are you smiling?" Bulma's voice chimed almost above a whisper. He only grinned bigger and didn't respond. The ship started its decent and Vegeta crossed his arms, perfectly content with the world around him.
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"IF it's so easy WHY don't YOU do it?" Bulma yelled at the top of her lungs. For the last four days she had fallen victim to Vegeta's idea of a vacation. But this really wasn't a vacation now was it. Either way, he had convinced Bulma to do some training while on the planet. Vegeta had proclaimed it was more for show. After all EVERYONE on the planet trained, it would be out of place if SHE didn't. Bulma had a slight ting that Vegeta was making her do this for other reasons, what they were she couldn't be sure of.
"Look woman, it's easy. It's a SIMPLE stance. If Kakarot can do it I have to imagine you can." Bulma frowned and looked at the standing statue. It was a modeled fighting-thing of a man. It was blue, and its face really did make Bulma want to smack it around.
"I'll hurt my hand." Vegeta was loosing his patience, but did Bulma really care? Hell no. She wanted to go swimming.
"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HIT IT FOR KAMI'S SAKE WOMAN. GET IN THE FUCKING STANCE!" Bulma glared at him and placed her hands on her hips in her 'angry Bulma' way.
"No."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. Bulma could hear his teeth grinding, his whole body tensed up. But Bulma decided she wasn't going to be swayed by anything he did. She put her chin up, daring him to say or do anything.
Vegeta's patience was thinning by the minute. "Woman, forget it. I have tried to be patient but let's face facts. If I try this horror again I will kill you or just simply BLOW UP!"
"You're such a bitch Vegeta." Bulma could see the veins popping out of Vegeta's forehead. And his fists were clenched so tightly Bulma thought he might crush his own hands. Instead Vegeta glared, turned on his heel and stomped out of the room. Bulma figure that had the doors around this place opened and closed like the ones on earth, he would have slammed it and shattered it.
Instead Bulma only found herself laughing, not hysterically, but laughing. Something she really hadn't done in a while. He really was a bitch. He had all the qualities, big hair, big mouth, and moody as hell. But Bulma, being clever and looking out for herself…not that she was selfish, discovered one key point to this fight. She could go swimming now.
She walked with a grin on her face out the door and into the hall way. She was going to have a shower and go have her fun, to hell with Vegeta and his training. No one on the planet really took special notice of her, at least not the special notice Bulma liked. She got weird looks. She knew she was out of place; part of the reason to why she had agreed to Vegeta's little "idea".
Bulma took a moment to look around. They were at the planets largest city, at least that's what she understood. It was absolutely magnificent. Especially traveling with the Saiyan Prince, Bulma had discovered his benefits on this planet. He had his own estate here, more or less, and this whole building was his. She didn't know how, when, or what the deal was, and she didn't care either cause this place was great. It wasn't huge, well, not huge as in Capsule Corp size, but it was big. Vegeta's little 'summer house'-she liked calling it that- was two levels with massive training rooms on both floors. A big kitchen, it was made for a Saiyan. But it had been clearly decked out for Royal Saiyans.
Bulma had some ideas that this place had been handed down the line of Vegeta's Family. Their were rooms filled with old things, she wasn't sure what they all were, but she figured they belonged to the Vegeta line. She had even gotten a glimpse of a picture in a dark corner in one of her wonderings. She immediately knew who it was after closer inspection. It had been a picture of Vegeta's father. Their had been no mistaking that one.
Other than that, the place was dark. The walls a graying black, and the floors were a marble substance that was a silver. It kind of reminded her of a dungeon, but beyond that the place was decked out in extravagant décor. The walls were littered with red flowing drapes, or big columns like the ones on old Greek temples. Golds, reds, royal blues and deep purples. The purples colors were in her room, it was lined with gold and some blue. Normally Bulma didn't find these colors to go together, but something told her they had special meaning. And the room she was placed in was great!
Big comfy bed, that's all that mattered. She didn't have her own bathtub, only downside. Instead the 'tub' was a huge natural hot spring in the center of the house. The hot spring and her room were the only rooms she had seen that were decorated with purple and plants in the whole place. Exotic tropical plants, she was starting to believe that their should be exotic birds flying around.
For the most part, it was just the two of them. More than not Vegeta was down in the city (He didn't let her go with him), in the new training GR's. The one here at this little house were not upgraded to the new ones. She had seen them on a tour up to the house, but not since. What she could tell from that visit though was that they were big and something incredibly new. They were high-tec. And the scary thing was they were incredibly simple. So simple, Bulma had literally smacked herself for have never thinking of it.
Vegeta had found that amusing.
He was probably down in them now, beating the shit out of himself.
This meant she had the place to herself. If anyone was here they were downstairs cleaning, or cooking, or something. Vegeta had been more than stern in making sure everyone understood that NO ONE was allow upstairs under any circumstance. Bulma figure they all thought she was his little slut and he wanted his time alone. But she knew it was the fact that he didn't want any female on the planet to get any ideas, though she didn't see how this was helping them to NOT get any ideas, and challenge her. Another one of his excuses to get her to train. And somehow, she thought it was better not to argue with that point.
Bulma walked on the out side of the top floor. A huge balcony that stretched the length of the house, she had a wonderful room. Her room was on the far left, Vegeta's on the far right. A training room just out side of his. And from their on, 3 more doors and then hers. During one of her little look-a-rounds she had discovered that the door smack dap in the middle of hers and Vegeta's was another large bed room, the other two, were smaller ones and seemed less important.
She had the feeling that her room was indeed more feminine, Saiyan style. She didn't go into Vegeta's room. She didn't want to.
The 'tub' was out back, and you could only get to it from the this floor, on her side. Vegeta's house was more or less on a hill. It was actually cut into the hill, the top floor merged with the hill's top in the back. It was strange but Bulma loved it. She secretly wished they could make the trip back here sometime in the future. She liked it allot. Despite the fact Vegeta didn't let her leave the place, everyone came to see her.
The scientist or anyone concerning food, clothing (on the occasion) or the GR came up. Being announced. But no one visited unless HE was here. The Royal pain in the ass. But hey, the royal ass was worth the pain for this. She liked the treatment. Food at her call, free clothing, and a big beautiful get-a-way house all too herself. She wanted to wonder around in town, but made do with the back yard and hot spring.
Bulma passed all the doors that were necessary to reach her own, it slide open. The room and dark purple walls that were too dark to really tell what color they were. She knew cause she had spent an entire night figuring it out. It had gold, a deep gold like rusted gold, lining and frame works around the room on everything. With silver, blue and purple royal satin pillows. The floor she really loved, it was black marble with gold lines running randomly through it. She had gotten lost in it for hours one night just looking and studying. The bed was placed lower than most beds, almost in a Japanese fashion. It had white sheets but the warmer was a dark purple. On it in gold and blue was some sort of insignia and the letter T. Bulma wondered who it stood for. At least, she guessed it stood for someone. She wasn't intirily sure it was a t.
Either way Bulma stripped away her clothing. The nasty dark blue outfit… that resembled Vegeta's 'Saiyan' armor suit. The one that had nothing to hide. Basically spandex that was on crack. She didn't like it; she thought it made her look fat. Even though she most certainly was not! Bulma took her hair down from the tight pony tail, her locks falling over her shoulders; she threw the suit into a pile on the floor, and walked over to a desk. The room was feminine. But it was Saiyan. The room had things a female would need, but it wasn't like her room on earth. It was softer in ways, the dresser was softer than most furniture around the house, but this wasn't a make up spot. It was black with the same gold trimming around the edges, without a personal mirror, and it didn't have a spot to sit at. It was a dresser through and through.
The room was one of the few with the purple coloring, but this was also the only room that didn't have any red at all. So it was darker, but soft with out the harsh blood red. The closet was in a slight cut out in the back. You couldn't see it unless you moved a curtain that hung from the ceiling. And the only mirrors in the room were apart of the wall. Actually their were three, and made up an entire wall. It really wasn't a place for a girl to get prettied up in her traditional manner, but it still fit Bulma. She just needed to add a few things.
She looked herself over in the huge mirrors, took her brush and helped untangle her hair. The heat made it rather hard to contend with but she was adjusting to it. She moved the curtain and found a robe, it was long and white. Simple and made of satin. She really loved this type of fabric. It was soft and not bulgy, it was like wearing an extra pair of skin, and it flowed like water.
She didn't have much need to stay in this room long, so she made her way to the spring. It was to the right of her door upon stepping out. It was cut off by large glass doors. Actually, the whole spring was covered, except it had no ceiling, but the trees were so large around this area, that it seemed they made up for it. The doors slid open for her, and she walked gracefully through, wrapped tight in the robe, she tested the spring with her toe.
Perfect heat. The trees and plants made the place cooler than the rest of the house. The place was lined with places to sit, with statues and pillows. The purple color and the red were evident here. Either way, she locked the gate. She wasn't about to let Vegeta walked in! Not that the lock would really keep him out. He could either blow it off, or simply fly over the fence. But she still did it out of habit.
She removed her robe and threw it on a chair and stepped in. The water was blue, deep blue with green on the edges. Warm but not hot; it was allot like bath tub water instead of salty hot springs back on her planet. Earth. So far away right now, hard to believe she was really not on her planet.
She sighed sinking under the surface. She came back up whipping her hair from her face. Slicking it back she felt the water run down her back. The water wasn't too deep. It came up just a little over her chest. Of course if she were to stand up correctly it would be just a little under her breast. Bulma leaned back.
Then and only then, just as she was settling in, did she feel the gaze. His gaze. Bulma opened her eyes and sure enough, she had missed that he was already IN the spring. And she had just pranced around naked. Again. She did however; find it shocking he wasn't smirking like the devil.
"You're a plague." Simple words that cut her like a lazored cut blade. But Bulma wasn't going to let him get to her like that. She put on her finest glare and settled back easily into the water.
"Hey, you're the one who insisted that I come along," Bulma lifted her head back up and equally stared him down. "So get over it." Bulma shifted her gaze to the sky. So what he got an eyeful, he got allot of eyeful's. And he never seemed to care. So why should she? She had nothing to be ashamed of! She let herself stare into the sky through the trees. The sky was turning a blueish-pruple with gold and red. The sun was setting. It made her feel the cold that was settling in the air that more prominent. So she sunk deeper into the waters. She also wouldn't get out till he left.
But she wouldn't look back at him. She knew he wasn't looking at her. So she watched the sky fade slowly. Small stars began to punch through the blue. It was so pretty.
"Tell me about this place." He didn't answer. She was a little shocked she had said anything at all. She also didn't think he would answer.
"Why bother woman? What do you care?"
"More than you think. Come on, I'm curious. Indulge a girl?" Bulma realized
just how many meanings that little phrase could mean. "Why is it that my room
is drenched in purple and no red? And how did you come by it in the first
place." Bulma out of habit looked at the person she was talking to. He wasn't
looking at her though; he was staring at the stars. His head was probed up
against the back of the spring, his arms out resting on the edges. He was
sitting on one of the seats in the spring, so he was out of the water more than
she. His chest was dripping, with water- not JUST muscles. Even from here Bulma
could see scars. They were nothing like Yamcha's. Vegeta's were less noticeable,
but they looked like they had been more painful.
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Vegeta had found it a bit amusing when she had come gliding through the door, casually stripping her clothing and dipping into his bath. But these questions. He wanted in ways to tell her, but in ways he just couldn't. What was it with her and prying into his life. He DIDN'T want to pry into hers! Either way, sometimes he just couldn't resist saying something.
"It was my fathers; he had obtained it well before even Freiza came into the picture. You don't want all the details." Vegeta's face lit up. "Let's just say that it had allot more red to it then shall we? As for the coloring. It's symbolic, you wouldn't understand."
"I don't understand cause YOU don't explain." She was always rather quick with words; she knew what it is she wanted.
"Purple was my Mother's colors."
"See, that wasn't so bad? So I guess… I'm in her room…" Vegeta suddenly didn't like where this was going, and he hoped she wouldn't say more, but as always. She did. "What was your mother's name?"
"She died in battle after I was born, I don't know, I don't care." His voice was dripping with venom. He did know, but it didn't matter.
"Oh?" Finally, the woman took a hint. "Well, ok. But what about the symbol?" Vegeta wanted to roll his eyes, but was too content at looking at the stars that were becoming brighter and brighter.
"What symbol?" He really didn't have much of a clue to what she was referring to? Hell, who knows? She could be talking about the very sun, or the damn trees.
"I donno. Its all over the damn place! It kinda looks like a… well… hmm a triton! Or a pitch-fork for all I know. And then its got… this little… bowl, or crescent shaped thing just below that!" She all but spat. Vegeta felt his blood boil.
"The-royal-inSIGnia!" Vegeta said through clenched teeth. He finally looked back at her; he prayed that he could burn her with his look.
"The T shaped thing too?" Vegeta was a little thrown off by that question. He tried to cool his temper some more.
"No. Stands for my mother's name."
"I thought you didn't know your mothers name?"
"JUST LEAVE IT BE!" He shouted. He really didn't mean to have shouted that loud, he didn't like loosing his temper, but this woman was infuriating.
Her face hardened and she sunk under the water further. Her nose barely submerged beneath the water, her eyes were hard and focused on him. Vegeta felt himself loose a good deal of that heat running through his body with anger as he observed this. But it wouldn't last long. She came out of the water a bit, and turned her head to the side. Her neck being given more definition.
"Sor-ry." Vegeta figured it would be better to not say anything at all. He prayed she would leave it at that too.
"So what's the red?" Such dreams are pointless to dream about.
"Purple belongs to the Queen, Red the King, and Blue the Son. OK!" She smiled and turned her head back to the stars.
"What about the daughter? What color did she receive?" Vegeta knew Bulma wouldn't like this part.
"No daughters."
"What? Ever? Come on their had to be at least one…"
"None that were ever excepted into royalty. They became royal guards or elites. But they were never accepted into the actual line of royalty." He didn't want to look at her face so he search the skis.
"But why?" Her voice was innocent, not as innocent and week as it had been on Namek. Her voice still held a young vibe, but Vegeta could sense she had more than grown up since then. Her voice was stronger, bolder. But it was sweet when she asked that.
Vegeta humphed, trying to ignore her tones. "That's just the way it was. The King only needed a son. And after the Queen gave him his son, she was also expendable."
"Gee, talk about your loving family." Vegeta scowled. It wasn't like that. They weren't really so cold. Saiyan relationships were more than that. But how do you describe it to a human?
"Its not like he used her for just that." He paused, not sure to go on or not. "She was still Queen. And the daughters were still given some… benefits. But in truth the woman preferred this." Her head snapped back, she had a look of curiosity. "Being a male in the Royal family demands allot. The woman could come and go as they wished. They didn't have to deal with the politics, but were given all the benefits and loyalty of the King. All that is expected of the Queen is loyalty to her people and most of all her kings, the daughters were elites, given power and honor amongst the Saiyans, the oldest son became Prince, the younger sons…if any, also became Elites or special forces. That's how it was, because that's how it worked out, and that's how they preferred it."
To Vegeta, it seemed she accepted this answer. In a way it looked like she understood it. She understood the presser of being high up. She was to take her fathers place as the president and owner of a large, and depended upon company in the world. She would be slammed with paper work, negotiations, and she would have to work at the lower base as well. Inventing new and more complex devices. In a way, she played the part of a Royal heir as well. Someone who had to spend every waking moment thinking of the best of others.
But Vegeta had been wrapped into a world different then that of a true Prince. He had to look out for himself.
"I guess I can see how that would work." She said it in a low, and agreeable voice tone. She sunk back into the water, closing her eyes. It was a pleasant silence. "So then, that means the middle room was yours. So that only leaves the mystery of the two, smaller rooms."
"Royal guards. The one on the right was Napa's; the left was Suma's." Vegeta cracked a smile. Suma, she had died not too shortly before Freiza had taken him.
"Well I know who the big tall, loud and ugly one is, but who's Suma?"
"She was my other 'guard' not that I really needed them, Suma was also my Aunt."
"How many were in your family, and I take it allot of them served as elites." Vegeta didn't know if he really wanted to keep talking.
"I had the basic family, as far as earth tradition calls for. And of coursed they served, and were elites." Vegeta cut her off before she could ask her next question. "-No, I didn't have any brothers or sisters. My father had a brother, but due to lack of obedience was killed. My Mother had a brother and a sister. And grandparents were damn near impossible to come by on planet Vegeta."
"You mean Planet PLANT." Over the course of staying with this woman in her house, Vegeta learned that she never liked to be interrupted for any reason. Even if that reason was to answer her own question.
"And what the HELL do you know?" Bulma's face lit up in triumph, her lips curled into a devilish smile. Vegeta felt himself go into a daze; her grin was too evil to pass up.
"Allot more than you think, Vegeta! I also know quite a bit about you, but the point is I want to know more about the Saiyans."
Vegeta cracked a laugh! Something about that was really funny to him.
"What's to know woman. We eat, we fight, and we enjoy being evil! What more is there, even I can't say really is more to it!"
"That's a flat out lie, and you know it." Vegeta gave her a questioning look, and beckoned for her to continue. "Well… from what you have already told me, Saiyans did have a form of honor. Even if it was only for the any one of Royal status. But I grew up with Goku, and no Saiyan who just love to destroy and kill can turn out like him! Even if they do split their head open. Heh, even if they don't manage to crack their skulls open, your proof that there is more to Saiyans. But I still want to know why you killed Napa."
Her question was point blank, and simple enough. Her analogy
slightly nerve-racking. But what could this woman really know. At least, what
could she really learn from just asking?
Vegeta took his time answering.
"Okay woman. As far as Napa goes, that came out of left field, but you think like that. Napa failed, Napa was dumb, Napa was pretty much already dead. But you wouldn't really understand that concept which brings me back to the first of your curiosity. You want to know about Saiyans, you want to understand Saiyans. Then you're just going to have to start living like one for a while. You want to get so deep into my culture, fine. I'll teach you everything you need or want to know. I'll even teach you the language."
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Bulma waded closer to Vegeta, she heard a challenge, she heard something that was nagging at her scientist side. 'Bulma, this is a chance to learn something about a race on the verge of extinction! Bulma, this is a chance to really learn about what goes on in Vegeta's head!' She popped herself up onto a seat, ok so he probably got a good looker from this distance and position. But she was preoccupied by his little 'chance' and his chest….
"So basically, you'll treat my like a respectable Saiyan, and you'll teach me how to be one? Well, not that I really want to learn, but I want to know." Vegeta's eyebrow was popped up. He had a cute side. It was sort of a playful kid that was mischievous. You know the ones that do something really bad, and then put on the cutest little look that just makes you want to hug and kiss em?
Yea, something allot like that.
"I teach you how to be a Saiyan, granted your learning from
the prince so I guess you'll learn what a respectable Saiyan is, but don't be
so I'll treat you like one! Think you're up to it?"
"Vegeta, there is nothing YOU can throw at me that I can't take." That was Saiyan
enough, at least she thought so.
"Fine, then as your teacher and new found lord, tomorrow we begin training at 5 am. Be up."
"Fine," Vegeta's glared, waiting for something. Bulma shrugged, she didn't know what else to say. So she guessed. "Fine, 5 am it is. Don't be late!" She grinned, relaxing back into the water.
Vegeta humphed and stood up and got out of the spring. Bulma had forgotten the fact he would be naked. And the image was burned into her mind. He wasn't a bad looking man, he was quite delicious!
HAHAHAHHAHAH! AT last, some real movement! I hope everyone is pleased with this chap; I am sooooo sorry I'm posting so late! But I'd like to know if everyone would like to see some pics, or drawings of some of the things out of the story…. Basically turn it into an online dbz-lemon book. See, I'm really trying to work on my art cause that's what I'd like to be when I gro'w up! Soo, give me some yes or no's on this idea, and then tell me what you would like to see the most! Contact me either through the Reviews, or at tempest_rojata@yahoo.com, or tiffanyfurse@yahoo.com
And don't forget, the real lemon is at my site, but don't worry no lemon in the story just yet!
~Tiff.
Special thanks to everyone who as reviewed, you keep em coming; I'll keep the chapters coming!
