Summery; Vegeta is a Prince of a fallen race. He travels from galaxy to galaxy gaining loyal followers so he can destroy the evil Frieza. While on his journey he encounters a lovely human inventor, an Earth, named Bulma. Vegeta is sure she is crucial to the war. With her by his side, will he be able to defeat Frieza and his ever growing threat to humanity… or what's left of it. But will the emotionless Prince be able to stay away from the beautiful inventor, especially with mating season for Saiyans coming closer. This'll be fun. Bulma/ Vegeta pairing.

Quest Across Galaxies; Chapie; 0; Prologue

Galaxies were beautiful. A place where scientists dream of visiting, and novelists lust to write about. A space where time stops and every thing is forgotten. At leased…. That's what Bulma Briefs believed it to be.

At this moment the twenty seven- year- old inventor was in her lab. Tinkering with her "toys." If that's what you call theoretically stable chemicals and bio engineer parts "toys." Her waist length aqua blue hair was up in a bun. A few strands fell out and across her exotic face lazily.

She furiously swiped at them with her right hand, then went back to her calculations on how to attach nerve points to a biological limb (Full Metal Alchemist!). Her deep bluish green eyes narrowed in concentration. Then she mumbled something about "I can't blow up the garage again. Or Dad will have a fit."

Her eyes narrowed even more when a small drop of acid, she was using, fell with a "plop" into the base she was experimenting on. She waited…. And waited…. And waited. Finally, she let out the breath, she didn't know she was holding, and smiled.

Yep! Leave it to her to find the only acid and base mixture that won't blow up in your face (I don't know if that's true. But it's my fic. So it is!). Never mind the fact that it cost her nearly ten garages.

Proud of her accomplishment, she sat back to review her notes. Her baggy pants and shirt scraping her silky skin, doing every thing in it's power to hid her perfect curves.

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Galaxies…. The holder of thousands upon thousands of worthless lives they sit and wait. Completely useless. That's what the Prince of Saiyans Vegeta believed.

At this moment the thirty two- year- old was training in his ships weight room. Boy, it would help him and his troupes if they had some kind of gravity device so they could train under lots of weight (hint, hint. wink, wink). His hair was up in its usual gravity defying spike, his onix eyes glared into the distance, as he completed his 300 push- ups.

Vegeta sat up, then rolled onto his back. His breathing wasn't abnormal for this was his usual routine. He was quite muscular for a man (or Saiyan, which ever you want) of his stauncher, though not too muscular. Where his left hand man, Napa, was so bulky you could see each individual vain, Vegeta was perfect. Small yet powerful. The perfect surprise attack.

Before he could dwell on any thoughts, he picked him self up, grabbed a towel that was hanging near by, and glided toward the exit. The door slid open, with a hiss, when it sensed his ki get close.

Vegeta continued down the long hall way, until he got to his room. He put his hand, palm facedown, on the side of the door, a couple of inches away. Suddenly there was a light under his hand and then, with another hiss, his door opened.

It was the biggest room on the ship. (If you've seen the room that Tara was given in Teen Titans then it's like that.) A Queen size bed was on the left and weights were spread randomly around the ground. On the far right was his bathroom. It was 15 feet by 10. A rather large bathroom if you think about it.

He took a shower, dressed, then exited his room. He, once again, walked down the long hall way. Except this time he stopped at the end. The door also hissed as it slid open and he was left looking at his men. Each one was loyal to the end. Vegeta made sure of that him self.

As he walked in he was ambushed with hellos. He nodded and moved towered the middle of the room. There he sat down on the chair that was set there. He looked at the blue woman that was to his right.

"Cloji. What's the analyses?" She looked at him with a smiling face. she's been that way ever since Piccolo, a warrior namican, had saved her from her home planet when it was about to blow. They hit if off ever since. Vegeta suspected she was pregnant.

"We're only 15 hours away from a planet named-" She took a look at the screen flashing before her. "Earth." Vegeta nodded again.

"And are you picking up anything?" She looked again.

"Ya… Though only one… Wait! There's two!" Vegeta smirked.

"How powerful?" There was a uncomfortable silence. Vegeta looked at her expectedly. Cloji gulped.

"Umm… Well… You see.." Vegeta closed his eyes in agitation.

"Well Woman?" She gulped again and flinched.

"They're both very powerful… One of them…." She cut off again. Vegeta finally sighed and looked at Piccolo for help. The namican was in the far corner with his arms crossed looking on in what could be called light amusement. Finally, he sighed and walked forward.

"Cloji… Let me see." She nodded and backed away. Piccolo took a look at the screen. After a few seconds he looked back to Vegeta.

"It appears, Sir, that one of them is even stronger then you." There was a very uncomfortable silence. Then Vegeta snapped.

"WHAT!" Piccolo sighed.

"I said-"

"I herd what you said!" Vegeta suddenly sat up and started to walk out.

"May I ask where you are going Sir?" Piccolo asked, Vegeta stood rigged.

"Set a coarse for this so called Earth. I'm going to sleep. Wake me up when we get there. When Piccolo nodded Vegeta started waking again.

While he was walking he thought to him self.

'More powerful then me? Impossible. It must be another Saiyan. But…. how?' He opened his door again and put his night clothes on.

"It doesn't matter. I will soon have him on my team, and Frieza will be destroyed!" He nodded to him self, got into his bed, and fell into a light slumber.

'I. Will. Defeat. Frieza!'

Well? How was that?

Bet cha know what goin ta happin!

Heeheeheeheehee.

I don't own anything… unfortunately.

I wish I owned Gohan. In his younger stage not when he's older.

Oh, well.

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