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A/n: WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Thoughts: "Hey everyone!"

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SaBeR NiGhTs

All the lights were off in Bulma's room, but with the moonlight shining brightly through the window it gave it an exotic look and feel. All that could be heard was the slight chirping of insects and a tedious clanking of metal on the windowsill.

Bulma sat at her desk chair that had pulled from her desk and moved to the window in her massive room. With her jeweled dagger in hand she stayed deep in thought while keeping it tapping at a beat.

Bulma stopped and looked down at her dagger. She shifted it back and forth making the jewels shimmer in the moonlight. Her elbow also rested on the windowsill. She held up her head covering half her face with her hand, but peeked out between her pinky and ring finger.

Bulma's hair was a complete mess and she was wearing her nightgown that she had worn the night before and the night before that. In fact it had been a whole week since she last changed or stepped foot out of her room.

"How long…" Bulma thought. "How long has it been since this damn war started?" She leaned back in her chair and stretched. "To long…almost eleven years…"

Bulma closed her eyes tightly and tried to focus on her current situation. "The king needs to get back as soon as possible. He needs the information I have. I could possibly end this once and for all."

In a sudden fit of rage Bulma chucked the dagger across the room. It flew with perfection into the closet door. Right smack dap in the middle of a picture of Freeza standing with Zarbon and Dodoria. It landed right between his eyes.

"If only I had the chance in real life." Bulma spoke out loud. She looked back out the window. "Ever since that DAMN blood moon I've been in such unnecessary pain. Leave it to me to be the one to suffer for my stubbornness."  Bulma rubbed the small scar on her neck. Pain shot through her body like lightning.

"Get home PLEASE get home King Vegeta…and prince Vegeta." Bulma laid her head down on the sill. "Looks like another sleepless night."

"Finally I got you out of that Damn room Bulma! You had no right to be kept up in there so long."

Bulma chewed thoughtfully on a piece of gum as they walked through the market place.

"Now I just got to get you to talk to me! Why are you acting like this? Is it the?"

"Enough! I don't want to talk about this." Bulma said angrily.

Bulma's friend sighed dropping her hand from pointing at Bulma's neck scar.

Bulma and her friend were the highlight of the area seeing Bulma wearing her bathing suit style armor and cape while her friend wore a low cut tank top and short shorts.

A group of men hollered and whistled at Bulma and her friend as they walked by. One grabbed her friends butt causing a squeal from her then a laugh. Another tried to grab Bulma's, but she grabbed his wrist effortlessly and twisted it out of her way not even giving him a second look.

"Really Asera, could you flirt anymore?" Bulma asked her tall perfectly womanly sculpted friend.

"I'm just enjoying the gifts God gave me. You should to! You defiantly have them." Asera laughed.

Bulma looked dead serious and mad. Completely out of her normal state if it had been a few years earlier, but now it was normal for her at age 18. "I hate crowds" Bulma thought pushing through everyone.

Bulma came up to a news stand and started reading headlines about the war.

'War at dead stalemate. King declares his and the princes reentry this evening around 7:00 pm to talk with the board of Vegeta-sei about new plans.'

At reading this Bulma's eyes widened and her mind started racing.

While her friend was completely oblivious looking through some fashion Magazine Bulma picked up copy the paper she just read and darted off at her top speed to the palace.

"Bulma look here! 10 ways to please your man." Asera laughed. She looked around seeing nothing but air where Bulma once stood.

Bulma ran desperately though the crowd. "It's almost 7:00 now I have to be there if this is true, but why wouldn't anyone in the palace have came and told me this news!" Bulma thought quickly making it out of the crowd and into some woods.

About ten minutes later and 5 branch scratches made, she came to a dead halt at an extremely familiar site. Bulma, teary eyed, looked up to the tree house.

"My God it's so old now. It looks like it would break if someone took one step on it. I haven't been here since my 7th Birthday." Bulma forced the thought out of her mind and quickly returned to her run. "I'll go back to it later." She promised.

Seeing a ship hovering over the landing dock at the other side of the palace, Bulma decided to make a straight run through the castle to the other side. Bulma jumped through windows and ran over tables. Knocking things over and making a complete mess of things all through the palace.

Getting to the landing site doors Bulma tried to compose herself then opened them stepping inside.

The king had just walked off the ship and was shaking hands with a few elite guards. Bulma stopped dead in her tracks when she saw none other then the prince step off with her best friend Kakkarot at his side.

Bulma squealed happily not thinking Kakkarot would ever make it back. Hearing war stories about the brave heroics of the prince and Kakkarot from other guards and maids Bulma had heard Kakkarot was terminally injured.

Bulma speed over to him and was nearly about to jump him when the king stepped in front of her.

"Bulma is that really you?" The king smirked. "You've defiantly grown." He looked her up and down. "What are all those scratches from? Are you hurt?"

Bulma immediately hugged him. "I'm so glad your alright I have so much news for you! I have to talk to you right away!"

"In a moment Bulma. I must..." The king stopped talking. "You neck? My god who did that?"

Bulma brought her hand to her neck covering it. "It's not important right now."

"The HELL it's not important." Kakkarot yelled in. He moved next to the king with a extremely worried look on his face.

"He's so handsome." Bulma thought with a smile. "I knew he would be." Bulma twisted uncomfortably. "It really doesn't need to be discussed right now!"

Then the prince walked up to the other side of the king.

Bulma looked up at the prince's face. He had grown so much in the past 11 years. His expression was solid and he stared ahead at nothing like he was bored. He glance suddenly shot over to Bulma, who intern looked back with the same intensity.

Vegeta suddenly walked up to her still with no expression. He brought his hand up to her cheek and moved his thumb over the smooth, flawless skin and smirked. Then almost out of nowhere he walked away as if nothing had happened. He left the landing site and went into the palace.

The king looked at her with question in his eyes and Bulma just shrugged.

"That smirk…it's like an artistic drawing of perfection…just like the rest of his body" Bulma sighed in her head. "Wooh! Too many romance novels Bulma! Back to what's important."

"This happened during the blood moon didn't it?" The king asked.

"Won't anybody listen? I think I can help win this war and create a new Saiyan revolution!" Bulma yelled.

Other soldiers and people at the site turned and looked at her.

"In a moment. I need to get myself together. We will talk over dinner about the war."

Bulma nodded respectively. "You received the news about…"

"Kira? Yes…I heard. It was about her time anyways considering her situation. At least the sufferings over."

Bulma nodded again.

"You look beautiful Bulma." Kakkarot smiled sadly remembering the news of the queen's death. Just what Bulma had needed after Kakkarot was already taken from her to fight in the war.

Bulma was told to stay back and train more troops every year as they hit the age to be able to fight in the war. Bulma taught archery and swordsmanship even though most Saiyan preferred to use ki blast. Now that more and more Saiyan's were learning to use ki blast efficiently Bulma was quickly being pushed out of the business so to speak.

Bulma walked out of the shower in her towel to get ready for dinner with the king that night. It felt great to clean her cuts and wash her dirty hair from the run to the palace through the woods.

 She walked over to her life sized mirror and studied herself. She got close to the mirror and moved some wet dense hair away from her right temple. A extremely small scar appeared as Bulma looked more closely. "I won't let you down father! I'll do this just for you!" Bulma spoke quietly to herself.

Just as she took a step back a knock sounded at the door. Bulma walked right over and opened it. Damn, did she regret that!

Prince Vegeta stood there arms behind his back. Keeping a stern face his eyes drifted down her body and back up.

It was then Bulma remembered that she was only wrapped in a towel, not only that but her hair was down. No one EVER saw Bulma with her hair down. It still drifted to her lower back, but she usually wore it in a bun not caring how bland she looked to keep it out of her way when training. It also kept men away…more often then none anyways.

"The king sent me to see if you were ready to eat dinner and to escort you. He's tired and would like to finish soon so he can rest." Vegeta's face remained impassive.

"Wow…how the hell does he do that?" Bulma dully noted Vegeta's reference to his dad as 'the king'.

The last time a man had seen Bulma with just a towel he nearly passed out on the floor and he was top Elite normally just as impassive as Vegeta was being right now.

"Um…yeah I can change in less then five minutes. You're welcome to come in." Bulma answered leaving the door open and walking back to her bed to pick up her armor.

Vegeta looked around the room and raised an eyebrow. "Must you always wear that damn armor?"

Bulma took completely surprise to the comment. She turned to him. "How would you know I always wear it I've only seen you what…three times my whole life."

"It's dinner for God's sake. Not only that it's with the king. Being a royal guest in the palace I would think you would wear pretty pink dresses and glittering jewelry." Vegeta's deep accent rolled right into Bulma's head.

"Asera was right I do need a man. Everything this guys saying and doing is turning me on and he hasn't even done anything but give me random look and criticize how I dress. Plus he even ripped my tail from my body. To bad I can't ever have another man." Bulma's mind seemed to catch fire as his observations awoke an old emotion see hadn't seen or heard in years.

"Well thank you Mr. 'I make GREAT first impressions!!' I really needed that little bit or advice for today!" Bulma grabbed the armor. "I don't wear dresses so men like you don't get me confused for a slutty woman are out to impress men into their bed."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "A woman who comes to her door in a palace FULL of men and opens it only wearing a towel doesn't want to be considered slutty?" Vegeta smirked. "You know a lot of men would find you not covering your legs by wearing the superhero outfit quite more then just slutty."

Bulma's eyes were flaming. "I am a warrior! Trying to help save this world's ass by training the men you order around on the battle field."

"You could help save this world's 'ass' by finding a man to calm that Damn temper of yours and having lots of little children I can order on the battle field." Vegeta rebounded adding a lot of emphasis to the word ass. Vegeta's smirk widened as he watched her glowing blue eyes blaze at him while she stood dripping wet in her towel and long hair tossed about her shoulders.

Vegeta reached for the door handle to her room.

Bulma grabbed her dagger she had laying on the desk and stared at him with burning intensity.

"Remember who you're talking to next time. I'm the prince of all Saiyan's and I can snap that gorgeous little ass of your in half if I wanted to." Vegeta started to close the door.

Bulma threw her hand back ready to chuck the dagger at him with her speed. She hadn't felt this alive in so long. She almost smiled.

"You have 5 minutes." He added shutting the door with his speed faster then Bulma could throw the dagger.

It dug itself into the door right where Vegeta's shoulder would have been.

Vegeta chuckled deep in his throat as he heard her scream in frustration.

"Stupid Onna..."

A/n: Onna means 'woman' by the way lol. Wow im tired now…its 1:39 am… Well well well Vegeta's finally showed his true self. HES BACK!!!! Don't you all just want to hug him? He's got Bulma back up to speed to. Will he keep it that way? HEHE!! Bulma has a HUGE secret to tell the king. Will he like her idea? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA until next time!!!

Next chapter:

"I thought you were growing back your tail?" Kakkarot asked.

Bulma blushed, another characteristic she thought she would never she again. "I decided not to." She looked over at Vegeta to see that he had his complete interest in what they were saying. She blushed some more. "There have been to much more important things to deal with anyways."

Bulma leaned back in her chair trying to look calm and collected.

"To scared a man might be able to turn you on by touching your tail?" Vegeta asked calmly.

Before Bulma knew what was happening she had slipped backwards in her chair. "This is insane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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