Inevitability

Chapter Sixteen: Mission Accomplished

Vegeta's assumption that he would be good as new the next day he woke up turned out to be not even near right. He had a terrible headache ever since he opened his eyes and he was awfully dizzy. His head was spinning and he felt like a rag, to say the least. This was not his idea of an adventure. Definitely not his idea of an adventure. It seemed much more like an ordinary day.

When he looked around for the only someone to yell at and actually get any kind of satisfaction in doing so, she was nowhere to be found. Or at least not lying on the grass where she should, for it was still very early in the morning.

"Ohayo!Good morning!" Bulma greeted as she came back from the woods. She had returned the stones and sticks and she had cleaned everything around as if they have never been there. Probably did that out of boredom, Vegeta assumed, since there was no reason to do such stupid things. It's not as if anyone was going to get here any time soon. "Oh, sorry, I forgot that you're not from here. I meant-"

"I know what "ohayo" means, woman; I'm not retarded." Vegeta snapped getting up, instantly regretting it though for the pain in his head all but increased tremendously. Although, he did not show any signs of suffering from any kind of physical or mental damaging to Bulma, who was now pouting madly.

"How did you find out? I thought you didn't know Japanese." She sounded honestly offended by the fact he had learnt her language. Mainly because she won't be able to curse him without his knowledge what she's saying. Well, it was not as if she didn't know his... Was it?

"Stop being a kid, woman. Being around your stupid Palace makes me learn things, such as languages. Now let's get going. I'm getting sick and tired of this Dragon ball business..." He wasn't in the mood, obviously. The princess frowned but shrugged and they both took off to the final point. You will ask 'Why final? There are three Dragon Balls left, stupid, go back to first grade!' Well, I'll tell that's the moment to mention all three balls are suspiciously in one place a few miles ahead of them.

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Well, maybe the miles weren't so few. That was a couple of them. Or maybe even more. Bulma didn't care. All she cared about was the fact that the closer they got, the radar seemed not to tell they're any closer to their target. The sun was killing her. She was getting real sweaty, feeling as if there was moisture coming out of every pore of her skin. After a couple of steps further after her last check on the radar, she collapsed to her knees, groaning in irritation.

"This can't be true! How come we still haven't approached the goddamn dragon balls even after so much time walking?! I hate this!!!" She screeched. Usually, Vegeta would make a wiseass remark in such moment. If she wasn't too tired, she would've noted the missing of the remark herself. But, like fore mentioned, she was too tired to even want to breathe. Some water would certainly do well about now...

Meanwhile, our favorite Saiya-jin no OujiPrince was having fun going after another boar. He snickered evilly and sneaked after it, leaving Bulma to take the lead for a little while. He could always catch up on her. Her ki was far too familiar to miss.

When he thought he was going to get that pig too, he surprisingly caught himself into the worst situation he could in that hell heat. Namely, a throng of angry boars willing to avenge their lost friend that was probably currently being digested by a certain Saiya-jin's stomach. Vegeta imagined how much bitching he would get if he blew the animals up and his headache increased at the mere thought of it. And that was why he ran for it.

Bulma sighed in content as she downed the last bit of water they had in the canteen. She was sure Vegeta wouldn't want to touch the canteen after she had drank from it... He usually didn't bring it directly to his mouth when he was thirsty. He poured the water from some distance in his mouth. He refused any kind of contact with anything she had been in contact with. She or more exact her mouth. He seemed not to like her mouth all that much. She snickered at the thought about the last time she had made his ears suffer dearly for him not obeying her orders. She had such a power over him with those acts and she didn't actually realize it.

Before she could make another step as she was back to her steady feet, the Earth princess heard a strange noise from behind. A noise as if a pair of feet were walking fast towards her. Then the pair of feet multiplied what seemed a thousand times, making the lavender haired girl gulp and turn around for a bit just in time to see how the flame-haired Saiya-jin grabbed her swiftly by her waist and placed her over his shoulder, blasting off in the sky to run away from a bunch of angry boars. It took her some time to realize what happened and then...

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Put me down! PUT ME DOWN, I tell you!!!" She screeched as hard as she could and pounced on his back and kicked her feet much like a good victim in a low-budget thriller-movie would. A low growl was emitted from the well-built man that had taken a firm hold on her.

"Will you finally quit your shrieking, bitch?!" He snapped and sped up towards the direction Bulma had pointed to him earlier where the Dragon Balls were. However, the little female obviously did not understand a word of what he just said. Maybe he should've used a more demanding manner... "Quit it, or I'll let you fall!" He threatened. That should shut her up.

"I can fly on my own, asshole." She snorted from behind his back. Vegeta was not the person you can just fool around with like that. He knew very well himself that she was a fighter. And no fighter was a real warrior if they couldn't fly. Yet, feeling how much she weighted, he could tell she was overly tired and was quite incapable of flying on her own right then. Not that she was usually heavy, but you can understand what I mean. A sly smirk crossed his features.

"Okay, if you say so." Before she could question what the hell was his problem, Bulma found herself falling fast to the ground. In her fragile physical state she would hardly have strength to even think about concentrating before splashing on the ground like a pancake. She did everything she could think of in such moment - she screamed on it.

The second later she felt the same firm hold, yet this time under her kneecaps and behind her shoulders. She looked up to see Vegeta flying towards the direction the radar was beeping towards. She sighed and hit him hard in the chest, earning a slightly sharper inhale of the Saiya-jin Prince.

"Don't ever do that again." The male chuckled and looked down at her hand, which was holding the Dragon Radar. They were getting closer quite fast. Why didn't he come up with that before? Oh, yeah, because he didn't want to get that close to her.

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Like assumed, they landed soon after in front of a little house in the sandy scenery. Bulma sighed and put on one of the brightest smiles she could muster and walked over to knock at the door, followed suit by a deep scowling Vegeta. When the door opened, the princess hoped it will reveal a tall handsome well-built man with beautiful hair and...

"Hello, babe!" Bulma sweat dropped. Well... that wasn't quite what she expected. "What do you say you come in and we get some privacy, if you know what I mean." The old man began laughing perversely. Bulma sweat dropped again, swallowing down the urge to hit that idiot square across the face with her balled fist that was currently tightly clutched by her side. Yes, you read that one right. An old man. Aging male human with an almost baldhead and a strange turtle-like shell on his back.

"Hello, sir... I and my friend wish to ask you about something you seem to possess..." She began in the most courtesy tone as she could, but the perverted look of the old man gave her the creeps.

"Something I possess?" His eyebrows rose and fell a few times. Bulma rolled her eyes and cleared her throat. "Oh, but where are my manners?! Come in, beautiful child, do come in!" The princess smiled nervously as she passed the old man and Vegeta growled at him lowly as he sat down. The house of the aging male was really modest. There was a TV, a table, a couch and bathroom and a kitchen. From the state the house was at, she could tell he lived all alone. They sat around the table and Bulma cleared her throat again as the man kept on staring at her, or more exactly a little lower than her face.

"First of all, I'd like to introduce myself, and would ask you to do the same to us, as we-"

"I'm Master Roshi. Roshi's just fine for you though. You can even call me Ro-Chan when we get to know each other better." He winked at her, almost making the girl gag her insides at the thought. However, being royalty had its pros, for the young ruler was known for her patience with people she didn't know but had some use of.

"Okay, Roshi-san... Um... I'm Bulma, Princess of the Briefs Kingdom, and this here is my friend Prince Vegeta, Prince of the deceased race of the Saiya-jins. We're here to-"

"Princess Bulma?! THE Princess Bulma?!" Roshi was shocked, to say the least. Bulma sighed irritated and nodded her head. She hoped that didn't last too long or she would be forced to silent this man. "I'm sorry about my behavior, your highness, if I knew I-" But she hadn't cut him off. He just stopped in mid-sentence.

"That's okay, Roshi-san, I really appreciate-"

"Prince Vegeta?!" Master Roshi jumped from his seat at the table, throwing a terrified look at his other guest that by far did not look as pleased to be there as the princess did. He was glaring back at the elder as he backed away a little, making Bulma grimace.

"Yeah, the one and only. Don't worry too much. He won't do anything wrong as long as I'm around." A snort. Obviously you can guess from who and at what. But her words didn't seem to have any effect on the old man at all. He was just standing there, stoned, trying to do his best from tripping somewhere as he stepped further back. Bulma frowned deeper.

"Roshi-san, we're here just to ask you about the three Dragon balls that seem to be around here somewhere. Do you by any chance know where they could be?" The man seemed to calm as he figured out they weren't running away from the Empire or anything else like that, which could get him in deep trouble. His face shifted into a thoughtful look.

"Dragon Ball? What's that?" He sat back down only to have Vegeta growl and slam his fist on the table, trying not to actually break it.

"Don't lie, old man!" He threatened only to have Bulma bitch at him for scaring their householder. She smiled sweetly and thought about explaining what the Dragon Balls are.

"Well, they look like a small orange orb with red stars in them and they can-"

"Ohhh! So that's what they're called, eh?" Bulma nodded. Both she and the flame-haired Prince observed as the man left his seat and climbed the stairs to the second floor, where she guessed his bedroom was. Soon after, he came down with a wooden box that resembled those treasure chests in the pirate movies. He placed it on the table and opened it to reveal the rest of the Dragon Balls. The girl exclaimed as she saw them, wanting to get a hold of them but the chest closed before she could do so.

"Um... Can we please take the Balls? We need them right now..." She explained but the man shook his baldhead sternly. She frowned at his rejection. She needed those Dragon Balls. She really did. She hadn't gotten so far to lose right then! She wouldn't give up on them so easily! "Why not? What do you need them for? What is your dream so impossible to have that you need the Dragon Balls to accomplish?!"

"I want to have women underwear. Lots and lots of it! Piles to even be able to swim in! Aw, the precious things!..." The Master's eyes gleamed with joy as he probably imagined himself into the pile of women's bras and panties. Bulma could feel her eyebrow twitch violently. But her trail of thought as well as the old bag's dreams were cut off by the hoarse laughter of the Saiya-jin behind them.

"What a stupid thing to ask of a mythical creature." He reason as he lay back on his crossed behind his head arms making the householder snort this time.

"I'm not a wealthy man! I can't just go to some store and buy them! Besides, I'm so far away from any big city that it could be considered impossible to snatch even one baby!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Master Roshi. I, as the Earth's Princess, can order my Palace maids to make piles of bras and underwear to bring to you. And I can even come personally to give them to you. Just hand over the Dragon Balls to me!" The elder person looked in an examining way at her. She did have a point. She was richer than any other female or person, for that matter, on the whole planet. She had more power than he could get through his head. But maybe she just wanted to steal his Dragon balls and never appear ever again. His eyebrows knitted.

"Oh, no you don't! You just want to steal my treasure and get even more rich, or immortal," Vegeta's ears perked up at the sound of the word, "maybe even become ruler of the whole Universe!" The Prince's mouth stretched into a wicked grin. Those Balls could do that? "I won't give them up to your no good royal behind for nothing in the world! I don't trust you!" He stated and nodded to prove that he was standing his ground. Bulma sighed and collapsed back, glaring up at the ceiling as if it was guilty for her misery.

"Look here, old man, just hand over the Balls with no fuss. I'm getting sick and tired of this adventuring!" Vegeta stated and kicked the table away from his feet in his irritated state of mind.

"It's just been a couple of days, idiot." Bulma marked, earning yet another growl from the Prince.

"I know, wench. But the bare fact that I have to cover your ass all the time for you just get into fucking trouble the whole day makes me furious!" He stood up and walked just above her, as if showing her that he was better than her, higher than her in more than one way. She stood up as well and pushed herself against his chest as well.

"Listen here, bastard. I want to get home just as much as you do, so would you quit your shitting around or you have to be forced?!"

"Forced?" He laughed the same way he did earlier at the word he had repeated, as if just sensing how funny it actually was. "And who's going to force me, huh? You?" He mocked as her face shifted into pure rage. She hated it when he was right, but what she hated even more was the fact she was so weak then that she could barely look straight. Sun had a really bad effect on her, she noted mentally for future hand arounds.

"Alright you two, you can cut the theatre out. I'll give you the balls, under one condition." The man butted in, unable to listen to their badly made theatre, but was soon kicked out of their little argument.

"Shut up, old bag. That has nothing to do with you and if you still treasure your life, you better keep out of it." Vegeta hissed down at the shorter man who only backed away a little. Well, maybe it was not just a badly made theatre...

"You keep acting like a bad ass and then you obey the orders of a being a hundred times weaker than yourself. I think you have no right to talk to people like that. Maybe you should take some social lessons, since your fucking race had been wiped out for some time now. You just have to get used to being around people in another way." Uh-oh... Bad move. She remembered the last time she had been speaking disrespectful of Vegeta's race he had her down in the blink of an eye, almost scaring the daylights out of her with his actions. But now, he seemed just to have his blood boil in his veins and the little one on his forehead was throbbing maliciously.

"You have no idea what my race was like... And there is something like a chain reaction, woman." He stepped closer to her, his eyes having a strange glint in them. She swallowed hard as his face was so close to hers yet she felt not even slightly turned on by the situation as the glitter in his eyes scared her. It was a psycho look she hoped she would never see again. "But one day, woman... One day I'll break the chain. And then comes your neck, woman." His hand traveled up her side, to the part of her body in question. His fingers stroked her hair away from the fragile connection of her head to her body and a devious smirk slid its way on his features. "I'll be very delighted to be the one snapping your cute little neck in half." And then he just left. His touch gone, his warmth gone. Probably went off to train. Neither of the left inhabitants of the room said anything for a while.

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In fear of boring you to death with Roshi and Bulma's not so interesting conversations which kept up until the sun set completely, I'll just explain the few important things about this conversation that might be useful for you to know. For starters, they agreed that Roshi would give the lavender haired girl the Dragon Balls and as soon as she had made her wish, she would send the bras and panties he would have wished from Shen Long, the Dragon guardian wish-fulfiller trapped in the Balls. Bulma considered mentally the idea of offering him the Dragon Radar for a second, but then decided against it, as she thought of some evil person that might want to use the Dragon Balls for something bad that would harm not only the Kingdom, but the whole Universe too.

After stretched conversations about the aging man's life, Bulma found out that he was the person who trained Goku when he was little. She understood whom from he had found out about the unique abilities of the Saiya-jins. She smiled as she remembered her long-time friend that she had actually grown up with. Thinking of home right then made her feel the homesickness going away. She was going back the next morning, after all. Or so was planned at first.

Despite the first impression she got about this person, the princess found him to actually be fun talking to. She didn't even feel how time passed when the room finally needed some lightening if they wanted to see who they were talking to. Not much later the door of the Kame house, as Bulma understood this modest home has been called, opened revealing a quiet worked up Vegeta who said nothing as he climbed the stairs and shut the door to the bedroom. The nerve of that boy.

"Oh, I never asked. Where is the room I will be sleeping in?" Bulma brought up making the man's eye brow rise.

"Room? But there's only one more bed in the house. And he just got in it." The princess' eyebrow twitched. What the hell was that supposed to mean?! A sly grin made its way on the old male's face. "You can always sleep on the couch with me." Smack.

"No, thank you. I think I'll be going to bed now. Thanks for everything. Good night." She blurted out angrily as she climbed the stairs herself after hitting the man with the bag of Dragon Balls square across the face, like she wanted to do these few hours ago.

The room Vegeta had entered was dark. The moonlight didn't enter the window directly, which was the cause of the obscurity. With a low sigh, Bulma decided not to take off any of her clothing, considering that she would be in the same bed with a person of the opposite sex. Not to mention, that person would be a Saiya-jin, and no other Saiya-jin than the Prince of them all himself. Another sigh escaped her pinkish lips. Well, there was nothing to do about that...

"Is it my fucked up day or you just didn't get right the directions of your room?" A gruff voice from behind her asked as she placed her head on the pillow, pulling a spare blanket over her body.

"There is no other room, Vegeta. We have to both sleep here. Or maybe you prefer to sleep on the ground?" Another sigh. This time it wasn't from Bulma.

"Fucked up day, I guess..." She could swear he was fast asleep after his statement.

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I could just end here, but then I got this absolutely bright idea that I'm gonna add and you're gonna love!

Sometime in the middle of the night, Bulma woke up, looking lazily around the room to see the cause of her awakening. She hated to awaken in two in the morning. It sucked so much, for she usually had a hard time falling back asleep again. She didn't see anything that could make any suspicious noises, but then her attention shifted to the figure by her, only to find Vegeta groaning in his sleep. He was probably having another nightmare. For all those years she happened to notice that all of his dreams were nightmares... The only time she had not heard him squirm in his sleep was back a few years ago when she slept in his room when she herself was having bad dreams. She smiled at the remembrance but frowned when the Prince looked like he was in pain.

She indeed admitted to herself he was a friend to her. She dared not to think of him as anything else than that, though. It could be dangerous for her to even be near him, for he was the best soldier Frieza could ever have. Taken from his family at a fragile age, turned into a cold killing machine, he could betray anyone he wished to... Cold? Yes. Heartless? No. She believed that he had a heart, deep inside, trying to keep it from breaking again. Or from awakening. Maybe he was afraid of affection just as much as she was... A sigh escaped her mouth again for what time that day she did not know.

She kept looking at his sleeping form. He looked so peaceful yesterday night, and now he was all over again, scowling even in his sleep. She felt bad... She had said things to him today that she shouldn't have. She had said things that she didn't mean. She had said things that she wanted to offend him, but actually she didn't want to hurt him anymore. She just wanted to leave him be, just be a friend she claimed to be, and let him take his revenge on his relatives, people and land... And... Well, the rest we'll keep a secret from you for now.

She wanted so much just to make him wipe out that scowl permanently. She had once seen him smile, she recalled... She liked it. She liked that moment, and had imprinted it in her mind, no matter the fact that Vegeta was the person that ruined her childhood, made her grow up physically and mentally really faster than any other kid, or princess for that matter. Princesses were princesses to be spoilt, not to understand a thing until it rubs into you, making you realize the painful reality. But she was forced to open her eyes young. Too young... Another sigh. She had to quit thinking so dramatically of her childhood. So what, she grew up more intelligent than any other person on the whole planet, probably excluding only her father himself. So what, she hated his guy right next to her for all these years. But there was a reason to keep on doing her best in everything and anything. And now... What was she doing it all for?... What could she do else?...

Another moan. Bulma sighed heavily. Poor Vegeta... She rested her upper body on his chest, feeling safe that he's too busy fighting with his inner demons in his sleep than waking up to battle verbally with her. Sometimes she was getting tired of all those fights. She was getting tired of being constantly pissed off, made fun of or just insulted. On the other hand, if it wasn't for that, what would she fuss about all day? What would she do the whole day? What could she talk about the whole day? She wasn't the whining type, but the servants were no fun talking to. ChiChi was busy, but the girl found time for her princess to talk to, relieve some stress herself... But things to talk about were fast running out. What else to do than curse Vegeta for some time about his insolence?

No moaning, no groaning. Strange. Though Bulma just shrugged it off, guessing he just won in his inner war for the night. Her eyes traveled up to his face that had not eased, despite the fact he was no longer making any sounds. She wanted to reach out and stoke his cheek to check if his skin was as rough as his attitude was, but she dared not. What if he woke up in the middle of her ministration. He would demand an explanation that she would not have. What could she retort to his question of what she was doing to him? That she just wanted to see how his skin felt? Well, that would be one way out of an argument in the middle of the night.

No, she would not do that. But then again... She climbed up closer to his face and slowly brought her hand up, slightly touching his cheek. Soft... Warm... Smooth... She wondered how did he manage to have such a nice skin after all those battles he fought. It might be another one of those Saiya-jin characteristics. Before she caught herself, she was so fixed on her thoughts and so concentrated on her caress that she had slightly bent over, observing him from close. Her heart paced faster when she finally came to herself, but she had already been gravitated by his evil magic. She came closer over him, her breath caught in her own throat, unable to breathe properly. Her inhales were sharp and short... Her nose was touching his... She shifted a little and she was almost there where she found herself so eager to be. One slightest move and she would have her lips locked with his...

Bulma... What are you doing?.....

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Oh, damn it! I was going to forget again! I failed to mention in the last chapter that it was edited by a good friend of mine, who has the pen name Pikachu Hunter. Hi girl! This time I didn't forget to mention it. And this chapter was going to be beta read by another good friend of mine, Bex-Chan. I'm sorry girl, I was so eager! Gomen! But, I got up my lazy ass for the document manager option was temporary down and edited the chapter myself. Yey, go lazy me! LoL. Sorry again for not holding my word and for taking so long to update. (Well, maybe it wasn't that long, but long enough considering what time I have left)

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