Inevitability

Chapter Nineteen: Seeds of Jealousy, Flower of Hate

Bulma blinked dumbly a couple of times as if trying to blink off an annoying mirage. To her biggest surprise, or maybe not, what was happening was no mirage. Her bodyguard, the almighty Saiya-jin no Ouji, Prince Vegeta of the deceased race of the Saiya-jins was right there in front of her and his lips were sealed with hers!!! The princess blinked some more, this time trying to be sure it was not a dream. Well, you don't feel your heart thumping really hard against your ribcage in dreams, do you?

The boy pushed her lightly against the wall for support as she felt her knees buckle underneath her. His hand made its way to her fragile neck as she still watched him slightly horrified. What the hell was wrong with him?! And why the hell was she so scared anyway?! It was not as if it was some big deal. And, God, was he a good kisser... Before she knew what she was doing, the princess had already snaked her arms around her prince's neck and slid her eye lids shut.

Smirking lightly at his little triumph of getting her to loosen her tenseness, Vegeta let his hands roam down her sides and behind her petite back, pulling her further in his embrace. He was taking control of her... The euphoria was currently expanding, taking every fiber of her body in it, setting it on wild fire. She was not going to let him think she was weak or frightened or just liked to be taken control over. The girl could feel his light short chuckle against her skin when her tongue invaded his mouth, entering a fierce battle with his.

Bulma could feel herself tripping over the slippery ground. She was letting herself get too caught up, but she just enjoyed being in his embrace so much. She knew nearly nothing of him and she was sure she still knew more than anyone else that had encountered him. Her mind screamed for her to get away, escape his charms while it was still time to while her heart told her otherwise. She couldn't decide what to do, but it just felt so right being with the Saiya-jin Prince.... And then she remembered her wish...and the fact that if she got too caught up, she might suffer more when it was time to let him go...

Finally getting a grip on herself and her own emotions, the princess unlaced her arms from behind the male's neck and supported them against his chest, pushing him roughly away from her. Vegeta blinked a few times until he realized what had happened. His breath had been slightly quickened, but he took a hold on it soon enough. Bulma, on the other hand, was still taking deep sharp inhales to calm her racing heart. She first had to master her breath before beginning her accusations and whatever her mind was planning for her to do after practically rejecting his touch.

"So, you're planning on telling me what the hell was the wish for?" He had beaten her to it. A frown crept its way on the princess' face as she pulled herself away from the wall and easing her breathing. "I think I have the right to know, like you earthlings like to say."

"Vegeta, can't you just leave it at that?! You'll find out soon enough, damn it..." She pushed her way past him and to the door of the Gravity room, pushing a few buttons on the little panel by the wall, which opened the door. The girl turned around sharply on her heel, locking her sapphire eyes with the onyx orbs of the Saiya-jin prince. "I'm not as egoistic as you may assume, Vegeta... Just forget the fucking wish for a while, or you can't do that either?!" And with that she stormed out of the training grounds.

The Prince sighed and sat on the ground with a pissed off expression on his face, but then he sighed and collapsed on his back, looking at the half-globe ceiling. Well, if it was that much important, he could live in the dark for a month or so for starters. But that was all the time she would get before he began pushing her to tell him what she had wished for again. A smirk graced the Saiya-jin's lips. Why did he pull with everything she made him do? The woman had a hell of a charm... His features however darkened as he imagined what she might've wished for that would make her be so secretive... Another sigh. Well, there was nothing to be done about that. At least he could get some sleeping done for the night. That training sure made him crave for the velvety sheets his room had been provided.

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The quite next morning Vegeta had been awakened by the sound a door slamming shut. The most interesting fact was he was asleep by so late as to 0700 hours A/N: Kekeke... It sounded better than Seven A.M. Am I right? -wide grin- With a slight groan of annoyance, the Prince lifted himself off the comfy warm bed to put on his tight spandex suit and to check on the woman and her current mood swing. It would be double fun to piss her off when she was already on the verge of a nerve wreck. A sly grin pulled on the Saiya-jin's face. That would be one hell of a beginning of the day for the foolish earthling.

When he got himself out of the bathroom after his morning routine, he entered the neighboring door of the princess without as much as a knock. He caught her packing her trunk for who-knows-what reason. A frown took place on the male's face.

"What do you think you're doing, woman?" He observed the female that was currently on a rampage and, although, fully dressed, her hair was a mess, which could only mean she was pulled out of bed urgently. She threw him a murderous glare and kept on packing some things.

"Shut up and leave me alone!!! I'm not in the fucking mood to pull with your royal stupidity, thank you very much!!" She threw a pair of panties in with astonishing enthusiasm, emphasizing on her words. Vegeta blinked at the undergarment in question and they shifted his gaze back to the woman who kept "packing" with the same spirits.

"And why are you doing that, if I may ask?" The sapphire eyes threw daggers at him as they locked with his onyx ones.

"No, you may not ask. Now leave me the hell alone!!!" She threw a pillow at him, which he dodged quite easily, letting it hit against the door from which he had entered not too long ago. "And didn't your mother teach you to fucking knock before you enter?!" Another pillow, easy to dodge again.

"What my mother taught or didn't teach me is none of your concern, I believe." The scorning tone of the Saiya-jin Prince went by unnoticed by the Princess as she jerked her head yet again in the same manner. She stopped packing her things and approached him as Vegeta kept his expressionless facade on, however powerless to keep himself from blinking a few times in confusion.

"Nothing is ever none of my concern. Even my fucking OWN life!!!" She screamed in direction of the door, as if it was the one that had angered her so by something that it said or did. But I doubt that the fore-mentioned door can say anything besides 'click', 'slam', etc. corny ways to describe the sound a door usually closes with and I very much doubt it can do anything on its own clear mind... For I have never heard of a door that has a mind to begin with.

"I never said anything about your own life, w-"

"Surprise, surprise! Not everything revolves around you, your highness Royal-In-The-Ass!" She spat her insults with notable venom today. Maybe her fire was amplified by the lack of sleep... Before he could retort to her unusual sharpness, the door cracked open again and a very worried Queen entered the room of her only offspring.

"Oh, dear. Don't be so drastic... I'm sure you two are going to get along somehow..." Was the old hag talking about Vegeta? His ears perked up.

"You know what? I told you this once, and I hate repeating myself, but it seems I have to repeat myself so you get that through your amazingly thick skull - I. Do. Not. Want. To. Get. Along. With. That. Bastard!" She hissed out every word, emphasizing on each with such venom her mother had never before seen, and believe me, she had seen her daughter mad very often the past few years. "I never wanted, and I never will! Do you hear that!?! NEVER!"

"I want you just to give it a try, dear. Prince Yamcha is not a bad boy. And his so handsome and cute too. Just give him a chance, dearest. I'm sure he won't disappoint as much as you think he will-"

"Fine!" Bulma threw her hands up in defeat, kicking the trunk off her bed in aftermath anger. "Just leave. Both of you. I'm not in the mood to see neither right now!" With that she threw herself on her back against the bed. Her mother looked around herself as Bulma's gaze was pinned to her snow-white ceiling.

"But, honey, here's no one else but you and me..." Bulma snapped her eyes to her mother. She was right... Hm, Vegeta must've gotten bored in their little chitchat at some rate and slipped off unseen. Good. The better. She would've kicked him out of pure rage in the groin if he was still around whatsoever.

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The same noon, Yamcha arrived from his home planet, accompanied by his "charming" cousin, Princess Marron. What made her charming, Bulma could never know. The fact this Marron princess-wannabe resembled her so suspiciously much made her blood boil. Well, there was nothing to be done about it, the lavender haired princess tried to insure herself, though rarely succeeded because of the fact Yamcha was coming as well.

The royal family was obliged to welcome regals on the dock whenever they decided to pay a visit. Bulma wasn't very much inspired, not to mention for Vegeta's mood when he found out he had too to stick around Bulma for the whole time she wouldn't be around the Palace. And you wonder why she wasn't going to be in the Palace? Because a certain mindless cockhead of a prince, as Vegeta began referring to him in his mind, had decided to take the princess around her planet's most interesting places after finding out how little time she found to do so on her own. What a wonderful day it would be, indeed...

"I'm really going to kill Frieza one of these days..." The Saiya-jin gritted his teeth against one another. Bulma threw him another murderous glare. She seemed not to have loosen her bad mood from earlier.

"Why, thank you! It will be nice to stick around you and that fuck for a whole day for me too!" She hissed but turned her attention back to the ship that was currently opening the main gate A/N: Or however it's called. -.- and Yamcha's smiling scarred face turned in her direction. "Oh, boy... Here we go now... God, please take me away from this world this instant..." She moaned under her breath.

"Bulma!" The boy exclaimed, going directly at her way, making her parents smile widely and earning a low moan out of her.

"Kill me on this very instant..." She muttered again and didn't care enough as to even put a fake smile.

"How are you doing, dearest Princess of all?" The Prince nodded respectively at her and tried to kiss her hand... Tried being the key word here, for Bulma had no intentions of having to disinfect her hand afterwards. Stupidity might be contagious, you know.

"Great. Just great. Until you showed up." She scoffed and was about to storm off from the scene of her gawking parents and a few servants. Her head snapped sharply around to glare at all of them. "Who are you waiting for!? Or are you standing there looking like the stupid statues that are around the whole freaking Palace the whole day!? I think we have plenty of them and need no additional ones at the moment!" She snapped with a very un-lady-like snort and this time really stormed off of the scene, leaving her parents to explain to Marron and Yamcha that she wasn't that much of a ball of nerves usually and that they didn't know what was up with her today. Vegeta smirked at the direction she had took off not so much as mere seconds ago. There was something in the woman that he found so very amusing...

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At lunch Bulma just played with her food around her plate, even though she knew very well that her behavior was clear show of disrespect towards the food that she usually respected really much, but the scar-faced low-life on her left made her stomach curl in disgust and reject any kind of nourishment. She just lost her appetite for probably days forward. The goddamn Vegeta... Why didn't they make him eat with them right now, huh?! Oh, well, at least try to eat with them, for she knew that he was repulsed just as much as her about Yamcha's arrival.

"Are you not feeling well, my Princess?" The youth she was just thinking of how to kill in the most effective way asked her worriedly. Her head slowly turned around, as the girl did her best to ignore her parents' grinning faces at the way he had referred to her and not fulfill the thoughts she might have had to kill him prior to his speaking.

"I'm just great, Yamcha; just perfect." She hissed sarcastically, thrusting her fork into a piece of meat in her plate, probably trying to imagine she was stabbing his very own one. Instead of taking the hint and shutting up, the goof just grinned as wide as her parents were and kept on eating the delicious dishes.

"I'm glad then. I wouldn't want you to collapse in the middle of our little 'hang out', as your people like to call it." He laughed lightly and her parents did as well, probably out of respect for the idiot and not because they thought of his joke funny, if it was a joke at all. Bulma's eyebrow twitched violently. One Hell of a hang out it would be....

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The day didn't begin so well. Not at all. On the scale of bad it wasn't even capable of being shown. When the three of them went out, and that was after Yamcha had to put up a scene as to why the "funny hair-done guy" was coming with them, at which "nickname" Bulma had to laugh her head off and Vegeta almost sunk a punch because of, it wasn't as bad as the princess had imagined. Even though the thought that her parents were going to set her and the whatever-his-race-was Prince for a lifetime made her shudder uncontrollably, causing the Prince to ask her if she was cold and if she felt well, which made the lavender haired girl frown deeper.

They were visiting various places, most of which at the entrance Vegeta stayed and waited for them to come down, observing carefully their actions. That day Bulma went to more places than she could ever imagine. She never knew how fun it was to be at a fair, or to feed ducks and their little cute ducklings at the lake, not to mention what a beautiful scenery the town at which her home Palace was located in could be from a high enough tower at the end of the very town.

In the meantime of all their visits, Bulma had to admit that Yamcha was not as bad as she might've imagined. Sure, he was not as sharp as her, but he could be fun if you ignore some of his "virtues"... She even smiled and laughed the whole time after the trip around the local lake with the water wheel.

While having so much fun, the princess completely ignored the fact that a certain Saiya-jin Prince bodyguard of hers was still with them and was gripping on his palms very tightly with his fingers, doing his best into keeping himself from choking the pseudo-prince with his bare hands. It was clear to him now - he hated that low-life with all he got.

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When they returned home at late night, Bulma was showered with questions by her mother, but the younger woman just shook her off with the argument that she was tired and wanted to sleep because a certain blonde genius had woken her up so early to tell her about someone's arrival. Well, let's just say that shut the elder woman up.

As she approached her room, Bulma marked that Yamcha's room was next to hers. A slight frown. She felt in a sandwich now... On one side of her was the Pain-In-The-Behind of a prince, on the other was her probably soon-to-be-husband of a Prince, if it depended on her parental units. A sigh. Well, there was nothing to do about that either, just like the fact that Marron was a she-wannabe.

"Hi, Bulma." Yamcha greeted her with a tired smile. She returned it slightly.

"As much as I hate to admit it, thanks for the good time, Yamcha. It's been a long time since I had so much fun outside my library." Her statement caused the youth's smirk widen.

"Well, hold on tight and sleep well this night, for tomorrow we're resuming what we left off today!" She nodded her head at his statement as he closed the gap between them, pecking her cheek. While he continued to his room, Bulma wondered... Why was this guy being so stubborn about wanting to make her feel content? Wasn't she the one that pushed him off every time he tried to do something for her? She had been like that forever, hating him without knowing why she did. Now, the day they had spent together had felt so special. Though, she felt him as a friend and nothing more she couldn't help but notice the strange lovable look in his obsidian eyes every time she smiled that day. All of the above mentioned thoughts crossed the girl's mind for matter of seconds. She didn't know what came over her the next moment. All she knew was that she had kissed that guy in the middle of the corridor. The kiss was quick, but it seemed to have paralyzed the male on the spot she had turned him around by his shoulder. With a proud smirk and a wink, Bulma closed the door to her room, saying,

"Then I really better sleep well tonight. Good night, Yamcha!"

The Prince thought he was dreaming. A goofy expression took control over his facade and he entered his room as if he was on the seventh cloud.

What both teens didn't know was that a certain Saiya-jin had observed the whole exchange. As soon as both of them were out of sight, his tightly clenched fist buried itself into the wall the Saiya-jin was leaning on, creating a web-like crack that snaked its way to the ceiling and to the carpeted floor. There was no doubt about it now for the elder regal. He wanted to make that idiot suffer........

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A/N: Ohhhh! Veggie's jealous. LoL. So, what do you think?! :))) Should I carry on with the next chapter?

P.S. I had such an idea block after the kissing scene, lol. I came up with something interesting to keep you and Vegeta both at the very edge, ne? Or am I wrong about it? LoL. You're the only ones that can tell me that, I believe, lol. Love you guys always and forever, you know! And thanks again for the great back up that you are! Thanks again! :))) You're the best one author can look for!!! :)))