Hey everybody! Yes, I'm back again for round 2! Did you guys miss me? crickets chirping …Riiight, anywho…I've been toying with several ideas for AU fics, and I've been trying for quite a while to combine them all into one or two, so…yeah.

And for all you people out there who haven't read my first fic, Football…go read it now! Lol. Oh yeah, and I was just thinking about that, and I realized that the title doesn't really go with it. shrugs Oh well…it sounded good at the time. Plus, it was my first. I'd say I'm a little more experienced now. Lol coughYeahrightcough

Now remember, this is only the prologue, so…this is only like a teaser. You have to be patient and actually WAIT for the next chapter! I know, you're all probably like…"wait…what does that mean?"

But anyways…on with the fic!

Love and Hate

Prologue

It's the year 2075, and the whole universe is in chaos. The Royal Empire--composed of three planets: Vegeta-sei, Emau-Omega, and Jameg 7--has been trying to persuade the last few planets, located in the outer rim, to join the Republic, in order to 'better the lives of all citizens'. To those that have refused, the Empire has assembled the Royal Army of the Republic, to 'persuade' them otherwise. This army is composed of only the most powerful beings in the universe: Saiya-jins.

The remaining planets have banded together and formed a rebellion, claiming that the Empire's control is cruel and unforgiving. They call themselves the Myriliis. Presently they have been trying to gain the alliances of other planets to aid them in their plight to free the remaining planets from the Empire's rule. The leader of this growing band of rebels is a very powerful woman who is known only as Ravenna the Temptress.

Word has it that Ravenna has sent a single woman, her apprentice, into the midst of the Saiya-jin army. This woman, it is said, is to bring the entire Empire to its knees.

Only a few days ago, a woman and her crew were captured on one of Vegeta-sei's moons. She was taken hostage and was made to work in the Science Department after her knowledge of technology was discovered, but was the King's concubine by night.

When it came time for Prince Vegeta's 21st birthday, she was given to him as a present from his father who, for some odd reason, could no longer have her, but couldn't bear to have her sent away.

Her identity has remained a secret to almost everyone, except a select few who know her only by Bulma.

He threw the large door open, waltzing into the large room in all his majesty, not bothering to think of the occupant inside. His gold tipped boots clicked on the floor with each stride as his royal blue cape flowed behind him. He held his head high, a smirk playing on his handsome face. His eyes showed a haughty pride as he surveyed the exquisite young woman standing on the terrace.

She whirled about with a start as her hand flew to her breast, a startled expression grazing her beautiful face. She smiled happily and rushed to him, as the mauve brocade fabric of her gown swished about her ankles. She lifted her arms about his broad shoulders as the miniature bells on her flowing sleeves tinkered softly.

She'd been on this horrible planet for months; trapped in a room with him for longer than she felt she could stand, but she'd done her duty well. He had no idea who she was or what she was, and she had no intention of letting him know any time in the near future.

His attitude was so uncanny at times, though; it perplexed her to no end. One minute he would be seconds away from killing her, and the next he would be dragging her to bed to be with him. Usually she would put up with it, give him what he wanted until he was satisfied, but at times she resisted, knowing this only fueled the flames of passion inside him. He was, after all, a Saiya-jin, and he couldn't resist her flirtatious manner.

It was a wonder, how Radditz and Dizon had planned everything. She was a passenger on a ship that was captured by a few troops from the Royal Army making rounds. She, along with the rest of the female crew, had been taken hostage, and she was eventually given to the King. Well, more like taken for the king. But that was all part of the plan.

She'd found that men were completely vulnerable when it came to beautiful women. She just had to play her cards right and she could have any man on his knees begging for mercy. The King, however, had been a bit more of a challenge. He had gotten rid of her before she could do what she had intended to do, but it was only a matter of time before her task was complete.

He wasn't as dim-witted as most people thought he was. He saw where she was leading him and terminated the problem as best he could…or so he thought. Unknowingly, he had been ensnared by her enchantment, and--unable to allow her to manipulate him, but unwilling to have her killed--he did the worst thing he could do.

She had been almost positive that he would have her sent away, but no…she was completely in control: just where she liked to be.

She gazed up at him lovingly, pulling his head down to kiss him fiercely.

"I missed you," she breathed between kisses.

He moaned against her lips and hugged her waist, smirking against her lips.

"I bet you did."

"How was your trip?"

He held her tighter as he steered her toward the King size canopy bed. "Shut up, woman," he commanded.

She smiled as he lay her down on the bed, crawling over her as he began to trail kisses down her neck.

She closed her eyes and grasped his shoulders, arching her back as a small moan managed to escape her lips.

They were interrupted when all at once, the door was unceremoniously thrown open as a tall saiya-jin soldier entered the large room. With a large helmet under one arm, he bent down on one knee, placing his fist over his chest as he saluted the prince before rising and stepping forward.

"My humblest apologies, Price Vegeta," he said deeply, completely unfazed by the scene before him, "But the your father insists on your attendance at the King's Council Meeting right away."

"Tell him I'm busy, Dizon," Vegeta snapped.

"He wishes you right away, sir."

He growled. "Don't move, woman," he whispered, "I'll be back." He rolled off of her and stood up as he heard her laugh.

She propped herself up on her elbow, "I don't know if I'll be here when you get back," she said coyly.

He smirked, "You'll be here, I'm sure of that." And with that he disappeared.

Dizon stood, silent for a moment before dropping the helmet and moving toward her. She smiled and slid her arms about his neck and gently rested her head on his chest.

"You know I hate to see you with him, Bulma." She could feel his deep, baritone voice resonating from deep within his throat.

She sighed, "I know."

"He doesn't deserve a woman such as you--" He was starting to get upset by the way his voice lowered an octave. She had to calm him down before his temper got the best of him.

"--Dizon!" She said sharply. "Stop talking such foolishness before someone hears you!" She paused before adding, "I'd of thought you'd be used to it by now…"

He sniffed, "A man never gets used to the sight of the woman he loves with another man."

"Dizon…what can I do?" She gazed up at him with sadness evident in her clear, blue eyes.

He was quite for a long moment before he grudgingly replied. "Nothing…at the moment."

She nodded and pulled away from him. "You should go…before someone comes."

He nodded, kissed her softly on the lips, retrieved his helmet from the floor and was gone. She sighed, gazing longingly after him for a moment before moving to the large mirror dresser in the corner.

She sat in the comfortable chair for a long while, just staring at her reflection, then, finally snapping to her senses, she picked up a small bottle of imported perfume and sprayed a small amount on her person.

She had learned long ago about the saiya-jins' senses were very much superior to her own. Because of this, she had to learn how to cover up the smell of another body, and perfume, she'd found, was the best way to do this.

The scent of another male was even worse to a saiya-jin male. She'd found this out the first time she'd been even close to Dizon and then with Vegeta. Yes, she'd received quite a punishment that night. Funny, how 'punishment' for her always turned out to be enjoyable for Vegeta.

But Dizon was nothing like Vegeta. In fact, Dizon was everything Vegeta was and then some. He was fairly wealthy, extremely handsome, strong and masculine, very passionate, and in-tune with himself, and he knew how to treat a woman. He knew when to buy her something and when to just hold her and tell her he loved her. He knew what a woman liked.

Vegeta also knew what a woman liked, but in a different sense. He knew that a woman couldn't resist his powerful body, or his sexual influence on a woman's mind, but…he was nothing like Dizon, though they both had a temper that would make some people run for their lives.

One thing Dizon would do that Vegeta simply wouldn't dream of--he would sacrifice something, anything, to make someone else happy. He would put himself aside so that another person could step up. Vegeta didn't even have the slightest

She sighed and picked herself up from the chair, running a brush through her long, azure hair before leaving the room; she was due to meet a very important contact in the Science and Technology Department in 10 minutes, and she simply could not miss this appointment. It simply wouldn't do.

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