Chapter 6: What the…?

Vegeta sat on the leather couch next to Kakkarot, elbows resting on his knees, hands folded; he had sent the onna's friend in with Buruma –Bulma!- so the immortals could hold a little meeting. They were trying to decide what the hell to do with both girls, between keeping them safe from Freeza and his minions and what to do about Freeza, the decision was turning out to be harder than it had seemed at first. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, "What would the little lizard expect us to do?"

He heard Eighteen's monotone voice, "Track him down."

"Exactly," he said sitting up and leaning against the back of the couch, "but we've tried that over the centuries and we've failed miserably. So we do the exact opposite."

Krillin spoke up from where he was sitting across from Vegeta, "What do you mean?'

"We wait."

"Wait? Why the hell would we-Vegeta I think after all these centuries of trying to avenge Buruma's death and attempting to find her you've completely lost your marbles. "

Vegeta sprang up and clenched his hand around Kakkarot's throat, "Don't you ever," he growled menacingly, while Eighteen and Krillin looked on shocked, "ever say anything like that again. If I remember correctly you weren't exactly happy when-"

"Vegeta, that's enough!" 18 screamed grabbing his arm. She pulled his arm back until Kakkarot was free from his grip.

Kakkarot rubbed his red throat and frowned, "I haven't spent my after life looking for her, unlike you! I won't waste it doing that!"

"You say that, but I've seen the way you've searched the crowds over the millennia, wishing she'd be there! Don't you dare lie to me, Kakkarot, I know you too well."

They glared at each other. Kakkarot grabbed his coat off the couch, "I'm going out, I'll be back later." The door slammed.

Eighteen took a deep breath before speaking, preparing herself from any outburst she would soon hear from her cousin, "Was that really necessary?"

Vegeta glared at her saying nothing. Eighteen looked away first, "Fine, have your way."

"I always do." was the curt reply.

"I'm taking the brunette, what's-her-name, Chi-chi, to my place. They'll be safer separated." Eighteen looked back pointedly at her cousin, "I hope you'll be able to handle a night with the girl?"

"She'll be safe."

"But will she be safe from you?"

"We'll see."

With a nod from Eighteen Krillin walked down the hallway and knocked on the door. He could hear the girls talking; the brunette opened the door, "Yes?"

"You're coming with Eighteen and I."

She looked confused, "What?"

"You have to come with us. You two can't stay in the same place it too suspicious, you won't be safe-"

The brunette looked resigned, and tired, "Fine, fine, whatever, as long as I get some sleep."

Bulma looked at her silently, an unspoken goodbye passing between them and nodded.

They walked past Vegeta on their way out of the apartment, Chi-chi stopped turning to face him, "If anything happens to her-well, I'll let your imagination finish the threat."

The three walked out.

Vegeta shut the door and locked it behind them. He didn't need the locks, but locking doors had become a habit. He stood in the middle of the room. Well that went well, he thought. Now what the hell was he supposed to do? He couldn't go into his room and act as if she was the real Buruma. He didn't think the onna would react well if he tried to-he blocked off the train of thought. He slowly made his way down the hallway, only too well aware that he and the girl were the only occupants of the apartment. No one to stop him if he got carried away or if the blood lust every vampire went through took over and he attacked her. Though he always had an iron grip on his self control, around Buruma it would be completely gone; and if this girl was anything like Buruma he was doomed. He opened the door to see her sitting up in bed, bangs ruffled from sleep and hair slightly frizzy. She still had her clothes on from the night club, "You didn't change."

She looked slightly surprised to see him, again the surprise quickly turned to a frown, "I didn't feel like it."

"Why not?" he was strangely inquisitive, he didn't need to wonder why; it always seemed his attitude did a complete 180 around her.

"Well, when someone throws some clothes at you tells you you're basically a prisoner, you don't feel like doing much of anything."

He smirked. "You were being difficult earlier, my temper got the better of me."

"No I'm sorry?"

"You are not that important." A little voice inside his head screamed liar liar.

She was quiet for a moment, she knew he was lying. If she wasn't important, they wouldn't be worrying over her safety, "So you really are the lost pharaoh?"

"The lost Pharaoh Vegeta Ouji of Egypt? Yes."

"Then who are the rest of them? I mean I know Eighteen is-was-the best assassin in Egypt, but who is the bald one and, the other one, Goku?"

The name Goku took a moment to register in his mind, the modern translation of Kakkarot. "The bald one is Krillin; he was one of my high priests and advisors. Kakkarot, the one you call Goku, was one of my trusted bodyguards, and a good friend. And you already know of Eighteen."

"And I'm supposedly some princess?" she asked skeptically.

"Yes. And her name is Buruma; she was the princess of Arcadia. The Princess consort to the Pharaoh; me"

"You know I'm not her. I'm not the same person. I may look like her, but I am not her."

He had moved in front of her, leaning slightly on angle of the bed post. Her face was inches away, "We'll see."

He leaned in and their lips connected. Bulma shivered at the surprisingly familiar sensation, she had felt it in her dream but the real thing was a thousand times better. What had started out as what was going to be a brief kiss was turning into a long passionate one. Tongues mingled as Bulma brought her hands around Vegeta's toned shoulders, she could feel his muscles bunching and flexing through his shirt as his arms moved to encircle her. Something inside her was responding to his kiss, but she wasn't complaining. Vegeta gradually pushed her away, though he did it painfully, and kissed her forehead, "Goodnight onna."

He walked out of his bedroom and shut the door behind him. He leaned on the door, and asked himself what the hell was going on.