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Inevitability

Chapter Seventeen: A Wish Come True

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

It took the fragile little female on top of the Saiya-jin Prince some time to actually realize that this wasn't her conscience calling her. It was the male just a little below her. The sapphire orbs, misted by some mysterious emotion, rose to the eyes of the Prince only to find him completely awake, looking expressionlessly at her and following her actions close. Well, from such a distance it would be hard to follow her actions from afar.

He didn't need to repeat his question twice. She knew just well that she herself didn't have a clue what she was doing. All she knew was she didn't want to quit doing it. Not before she reached the peak of her actions. She had done that countless nights before. Watching him sleep, watching him battle his inner demons, fighting even with himself, struggling for peace in his sleep... When she was little, when he was at the Palace... Many times... All of them she wanted to hug him, to try to support him, even though she was sure he wouldn't want any of her help. But she just wanted him to know that she was there. Always there... For him.

Bulma slapped herself mentally. What was she really doing?! She couldn't just keep on with her tries to kiss him in his sleep since he was very much awake!!! She screamed at herself in her mind, but her head didn't move away just yet. So what if he was awake? He could always wake up while she was kissing him in his sleep as well. She slapped herself mentally again. She was making no sense anymore! She was just babbling bullshit even in her head! This had to stop! He was doing something to her. The closeness to him was messing with her head....

The lavender haired girl's heartbeat increased once again. If she wasn't too caught up in her thoughts she would probably note that the Saiya-jin's skipped a beat or two a few times as well. He was still watching her intensely, as if seeing right through her flesh and bones, directly to her soul, tearing it to pieces with his cold onyx stare. She swallowed hard thinking it all over again. Backward or forward? Awkward or even more awkward? She could tell that Vegeta wasn't the inexperienced type, especially since he was one of Frieza's men. The Princess had heard rumors that the best concubines in that part of the Universe had been collected for Frieza's men since they had 'deserved some vacation' from time to time. The question was, did she really want to kiss a murderer? You'll say 'What possibly is the big deal with the kissing business? It's a harmless kiss, damn it, kiss him already!' But to Bulma it wasn't just a kiss. She wasn't the 'my-first-kiss-should-be-special'-type. She was just sure that if she got caught up in the meantime and Vegeta did as well, there was no telling what else besides kissing could happen...

Finally, deciding that would be the worst possible way to lose her virginity to someone that didn't even do as much as care just a little for her, she pulled back against her pillow, letting Vegeta have some room to sit up as well. They stood in an awkward silence for a little while, in which Bulma actually realized he had called her by name. Not "woman", not "brat', not "princess", "Bulma".... She smiled in the direction of the door, which was the right opposite of where Vegeta was located currently.

"Since when were you awake?" She couldn't help but ask. There was a long silence. A long silence that made her whole being agonize in discomfort with his presence. Thank goodness, he stopped his torturing soon enough.

"There's a part of my consciousness that's always awake, woman. I've been aware of you're awakening ever since you stirred in your sleep." Whoa, now that was some news to her. She knew he was on-guard all the time, but that was a little too much for her to digest. Actually, she just hadn't thought how he could be always on-guard, or she would've probably figured it out herself.

"Well, thank you very much for the info..." Wait a second... That meant that every time she had been over the night to watch over his sleep, he had known. And it meant that he knew very well what she was trying to do the whole time. And did nothing to stop it before she was close enough to achieving it, another part of her conscience butted in. But, did that mean he would accept either of her decisions?... Or he was just so sure that she wouldn't do it? Bulma gripped the sheet tightly. "I'm going to sleep downstairs..."

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The morning after, Bulma felt like chewed on and spit out by a cow. Or ran over by a stream-roller. Or anything that might pop out in your head to tell someone that you're drained. She felt so bad that she could barely look in the beginning of the day when the sun was finally rising. She didn't get any sleep after moving to the floor downstairs.

The Princess had been thinking. She had been thinking all night long after she had woken up in two a.m. And she hadn't bat as much as an eye lash after that. She needed a break and that was why she went out when the sun rose only to find a few minutes later that Master Roshi had done the same, but he looked more like training rather than taking a walk.

When she got back, it was already noon, time for lunch. She noted to herself to cut out these long walks for they were messing with her head seriously. She had been in a strange mood the whole day. She felt as if her feelings weren't hers at all... It was really odd to the princess... She was returning back to her past life...

"Woman, get ready. We're leaving after that." Bulma's head jerked up violently when she heard Vegeta's voice climb downstairs with his topless self and his spandex bottoms. If she wasn't too angry at God-knows-what she would've mentally noted the fact that his armor was missing.

"What do you mean 'we're leaving after that'?! Who gave you the right to decide such a thing?!" She was pissed off. Mainly at herself, because of the encounter earlier. Probably he could tell, but she could as well tell that he was not the least interested what was up with her. It appeared he wanted just to get to the Palace as soon as he could.

"Wouldn't you feel safer home?! Isn't that what you have been whining about for the passed week?! Now shut up and get something to eat while you can. We're not stopping on our way to the Palace, got it?!" He was more demanding than usual. Something was wrong with him. Something was seriously wrong with him. It was not their day, Bulma thought.

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And, as Vegeta had said, they took off right after Bulma found something proper to wear from Roshi's belongings, promising him not to forget about their deal as long as there is blood flowing in her veins and that she would soon fulfill it. On their way back, they didn't speak a word. They had both been flying as fast as they can, for there was a lot of way back to the Palace, even though they have been out only for a week or so.

When they got back, Bulma's mother, Queen Briefs, personally came to hug her for a warm welcome. When Bulma was too busy spending time to explain to her mother about her journeys, Vegeta slipped off unseen to get a new spandex suit, armor, gloves and boots from Ariane, who he hoped he would see at the training grounds.

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Bulma had been talking so enthusiastically on her whole way to the throne room, where she would meet her father as well, for he was busy with some meeting, but had insisted on seeing his daughter as soon as she got back.

By the time they have arrived, the Queen wondered if it was just her, or all her daughter really talked about was how she always got in trouble and her bodyguard, this Saiya-jin boy that she loved to called 'handsome young man' , every time got in the scene fast enough to get her out of the mess and fix it as much as it is possible.

Bulma, on the other hand, decided not to share with her mother the moment when Vegeta had been tired, the morning encounter in the bedroom of the perverted old man and her thoughts during her walk. It was better this way, or her mother would get all too cheerful for Bulma's liking. Don't get the idea wrong, the Princess loved to see her parent happy... It was just the fact that she would yell to everyone she saw that her little girl was in love or something like that.

Was she?....

Before she could think of any other silly thought, her mother helped her to it.

"Dear, that's really great, I've always supported your will for adventures, but are you sure it was okay?" Bulma raised a questioning brow.

"What do you mean am I sure it's okay?"

"Well, you've been all alone with such a handsome young man... He didn't try to force you into anything, now-"

"WHAT?! NO!" The lavender haired princess realized that her tone had been slightly sharper than she had intended it to when her mother glanced hurt at her. With a shake of her head, she continued. "No, Mum, don't worry about me! It was all really fun and Vegeta's a great bodyguard!" She smiled happily at her statement making her mother do a strange face she couldn't read.

"Oh, dear... But the question is do you want him to be only that to you after your little adventure..."

"What was that? I didn't hear you." The princess excused herself as she put the four star Dragon Ball back into the backpack. The Queen shook her blonde head.

"It's nothing, honey... Nothing at all..." But it was not nothing to the Queen. She knew that her daughter was at a vulnerable age... And she would hate to see her hurt... That was why she decided to take matters in her own hands. At least she could protect her from lovesickness before she got in too deep waters with that boy.

"Dear..."

"What is it, ma'a?" The blonde looked worriedly at her darling daughter. She had always been so protective of her little princess. She wanted her to have peace, to live like a normal princess, like she had. But her little girl seemed to not like the ideas of her mother for her future. Ever since she came back from Lord Frieza's ship she had been acting strangely. She was scaring both her and her husband. But there was nothing she could do about it. She could've stopped her madness when it was time to do that. She wouldn't make the same mistake again! With more confidence, the elder woman continued.

"I think it's time for you to get married." Bulma felt her heart sink. Where the hell did that come from?!

"Excuse me?!" She choked out, completely caught off-guard. The determination read in her mother's eyes scared her.

"You heard me, honey... I think it's time for you to find a husband. You're at age already, and you're quite popular with the princes, and-"

"I don't want to hear any of that!!!" The princess screamed as hard as she could, making passing servants and guards on duty look strangely at her and then quickly turn away, realizing their mistakes quite fast. The Queen's expression did not falter.

"But, dear-"

"Shut up!!" The lavender haired girl threatened, grasping the sides of her head with her palms, one of them holding the backpack with the Dragon Balls. "Shut up, shutupshutupshutup!" And with that she ran down the corridor back to her room. Her father would have to wait.

Well... That didn't go well....

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The same evening Bulma had no intention to go to dinner when she was called. She decided that would be the perfect time to make the wish. Besides, that was she would be sure no one can do anything to the wish she needed right now, not a year after.

The girl collected the balls from her room and instructed ChiChi to tell anyone who might need her after dinner to wait for her patiently. And with that she left for the Southern Garden of the Palace, one of the biggest gardens one could find in any Palace on any planet one might imagine. Not to mention, it was roofless, which made it even more realistic. When it rained, the flowers got watered; when it was sunny, the flowers collected the light from the sun directly. It was one of Bulma's favorite runaways.

As soon as she got there, Bulma placed the balls one by another and cleared her throat, getting rid of all her emotions, except the excitement that was rushing in her veins at the thought that her wish would become true and in thoughts of what to say exactly. In the book, that she had humorously called "The Guide of How to Make Your Deepest Desire Come True" or simply "The Guide" when she realized the other title was too long to pronounce mentally every time she thought of that book; so, in that book, there was written that she had to call out Shen Long, the Guardian of the Dragon Balls, and to tell him exactly and clearly what she wanted him to do for her.

"Shen Long... I summon you!" She stretched her open palms above the flashing Dragon Balls, feeling the melo-drama in her action but however liking it. Even though it was already night, the sky seemed to darken when a thunder strike and a huge trace of light escaped from the Balls, shooting up in the thick air, rocking back and forth as if snaking around the garden and then... The light turned into a huge Dragon, like the ones she had seen in the books... The princess couldn't help but gasp at the sight of the beautiful centuries old mighty creature.

-"Did you call for me, mortal?"- The Dragon spoke in one of the most ancient languages on Earth. Thank Heavens Bulma had learnt that language.

-"I have indeed summoned you, mighty Master Shen Long of the Dragon Balls."- Bulma yelled at the creature in the same language it had. She could feel that the Dragon was a sucker for flattery and respect just like any other creature with great power, be it a wish-fulfilling Dragon or a ruler of an Empire.

-"Do you have a wish?"- Shen Long spoke every single word apart from the fore, emphasizing on each on of them this way. A smirk spread on the face of the Princess. Oh, she had a wish alright.

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Sensing the huge ki that had all of a sudden appeared, Vegeta ceased all training he might have been having for the past hours. Something was not quite right there and he wasn't going to wait to find out what it was. He got his spandex top and put it on, leaving the chest plate of his armor behind. He had long since given up on the other part of the armor, since it looked more like a dress out of Saiya-jin armor than anything else to him. And it would be really embarrassing to walk around the Palace with such a thing on, right?

He growled under his breath and fastened his pace as he got out of the training chambers. He just hoped nothing bad was going to happen. He wasn't in a saving-the-woman's-ass kind of mood. Actually, he never was, but he usually didn't have any choice... Not that he had this time...

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When he got to the scene, he caught the woman red-handed. Well, sort of. She had already called out the Dragon and was already thinking of how to formulate her words as to not to leave any room for mistakes. He leant backward against the wall of the garden further when he heard she had begun speaking.

-"I wish.... I want you to restore the entire Saiya-jin race and their planet."- What was this language she was speaking in?! Ancient Japanese?! He didn't know ancient Japanese! And there was no way he was going to remember what she said for too long... In a moment, the Dragon stood still, slightly floating in the air and his blood colored eyes shone in an instant, then came back to normal in the next moment.

-"Your wish has been fulfilled. So long, foolish mortal."- Foolish mortal? Why was she foolish all of a sudden?! Why was the stupid Dragon acting so superior?! And what the hell did she complain about at all! She got her wish true! There was nothing that could keep her from happiness. A grin spread over the girl's features but then quickly disappeared.

Nothing except the fact that they would call for Vegeta. That was the exact reason she had made the Dragon Radar and searched for the Dragon Balls - so that Vegeta would be back to his race, to his people that had been erased off the face of the Universe in a hateful instant. She wanted him to feel the way he had to, he was the rightful heir to the Saiya-jin throne, yet he had to be taken from his people at such a young age... A sigh escaped the girl's lips as she collapsed to her knees. She wanted to make Vegeta happy. Or at least to know that he was happy for she knew he would never show any signs of any feeling of delight. But now... Now she didn't want him to go. Would she regret something if he had to go right then? She would... She would want to change many things... Many things that she did not have the courage to do....

Not to mention the fact that she would certainly get dethroned very soon, by the looks her mother gave her. She didn't want to get dethroned. She wanted to be free, to enjoy her life of being single some more before she begun looking for a proper husband, someone who could rely on, someone she loved, someone that could apply those boring meetings sometimes for her, someone... Bulma sighed again, burying her face in her hands. What was she going to do?! Every time she thought of forced marriage she had this urge to gag her insides out... But then again, what could she really do about it if her parents had really made up their minds?!

The princess wanted to have a support. She wanted Vegeta. He was the only person that could give her the strength to pull through something like that. He was a complete ass to her sometimes, he acted superior and loved to rub in the fact that he was indeed superior... But he provoked her, showing her she could as well be strong, show some will power and rely on herself. She didn't want him to go anymore... But she had no choice. She had already made her wish... What was going to happen of her and her forced marriage? Would she still love her parents as much after it? Would she want to talk with them? And what was her husband going to be like? Would he be nice? A kind-hearted person that she had always dreamt of? Or would he be with a character like Vegeta's, painfully reminding her of her acquaintance even after he was gone? No, she wouldn't be able to take that... It would be too much for her...

Her train of thought was rudely interrupted by approaching her footsteps that she didn't miss to note. The princess' lavender head shot up at the direction they have been coming from, not caring enough to brush her tears away only to find an angry looking Vegeta glaring at her darkened eyes, though his look slightly softened when he noticed she had been crying.

"Since when have you been standing there?" She asked in horror. Did he find out what she wanted of the Dragon?

"Long enough." A jolt of an emotion Bulma couldn't recognize in that moment ran through her whole being... In the next, she knew it was panic...

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