Alright, so I hope I getting a basic plot started because this is one story that is only half way mapped out. In fact, I'm spending half of my time in college day dreaming of where I want this to go, not to mention I'm not even sure how the ending will go. I'm one of those writers whose characters tell them where to go (see "Alex and Emma" to completely understand). So I will be completely honest. If you know me, you know that I can't stand to have the run of the mill story lines. In fact, even in real life I try to be as unpredictable as possible. In conclusion, lets see where we go today.

I don't own DBZ or any such product. I only own the characters I made up, which are those you have never heard of before, and the story lines not used in the saga.

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The two stared at each other, breathing heavily as their young minds could not understand the complexity of what they saw. What kind of witchcraft did the other cast on them? In fact, why would such a naïve mind come up with an adult situation such as that? Overall, what the hell was going on? Vegeta had made up his mind that the little bitch had sent such a vision as to distract him from murdering her. Clever little witch. Buruma, on the other hand, decided that the lack of air and close death call had forced hysteria and thus, incorrect visions. Kind of like her brain malfunctioned when she was supposed to see her life flash before her eyes. Instead of hers now, then maybe her in another life. Perhaps it was a flash of what she really wanted to have in a past life. But then again, why Vegeta? It was all too confusing for her mind, despite its genius quality.

Now they lay before each other, both either to scared or too nervous to even speak. Buruma was the first to rise to her feet, almost as if she had no control over it as her eyes were still glazed with fear. Vegeta, feeling compelled to do so, quickly stood up and hid all the emotions he was feeling. He pointed his finger at her and opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Instead, he lowered his arm and, like a child, lowered his head. "Explain what the hell just happened right now."

"I...I don't know, your highness." How she hated those words, but right now it didn't seem to matter. Instead she wished that perhaps he might now, but deep down she knew he was clueless as well.

He defiantly pushed his chin up and Buruma could see a flash of anger rage through his eyes. "This never happened, girl." With that he walked away, most to Buruma's relief as she felt she could now cry out her frustrations, something she never did in public.

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Vegeta stormed through the castle, gaurds jumping out of his way as they knew what would happen if they crossed the young prince's path. However, Vegeta's mind was not on the fleeing multitude of people, but rather on trying to forget what happened to him and whoever that girl was. That night he pushed himself ten fold into his training, and, as only a child can do, forgot about his encounter with the girl after a few days. Buruma, on the other hand, could not. Instead, she decided to go with the idea that it was only a delusional image imbedded in her mind. Both children, however, had no idea what was laid before them.

Years passed, and with it came Buruma's sixteenth birthday. She looked into the mirror, seeing her young reflection sporting a regal ballroom dress. Her father had arranged a special get together with the other scientists, and even some first class folk, to celebrate the event. For you see, according to Saiyan law, Buruma was now considered a woman. Though she felt nothing like it, she could now live on her own and be her own person, all at the young age of sixteen. She sighed and collapsed onto her vanity couch, leaning on her hands as she numbly ran her brush through her aqua locks. Instead of being extremely thrilled, like so many of her friends were on their birthdays, she felt worried. Something in the back of her head told her something big was going to happen tonight. Something that should not happen to any girl. She would be betrothed tonight to someone she hated. Sure, every Saiyan girl was betrothed on her sixteenth birthday, their wedding following on their eighteenth birthday, but she had a bad feeling about this. When she was little she was so excited at the thought of her mother setting up her engagement with someone else's mother, but now it was like a death sentence.

In fact, she was downright scared to death.

Her attention was diverted as she heard a light knock on her chamber door. "Who the hell could that be?" she muttered as she went to open it. Upon opening it she came face to face with the boy who she dreamed about night after night, the crowned Prince Vegeta.

"Good evening Lady Buruma," he began, sounding extremely insincere as he read from an official looking document. Bulma remembered hearing about this from her girl friends. Prince Vegeta was required to go to every girl of an elite family on their sixteenth birthday with a traditional speech congratulating them. Instead of getting all awed like the other girls, she saw how much torture he was going through. Instead of being kind and letting him off the hook by excusing him, she leaned on her door way, arms crossed and with a smug smile, intending to make him suffer every minute. Hey, it wasn't like she forgot him trying to kill her. Vegeta's eyes looked up from the paper, immediately noticing Buruma's entertainment. Growling somewhat, he returned his eyes to the paper, "I, Prince Vegeta, am here to personally congratulate you on your sixteenth year of age. Today you become a woman, yadda yadda."

"Hey," Bulma started. "What the fuck is that about? I know my rights as a citizen and it entitles me to the full speech, otherwise, you lose your crown. So," she leaned forward, her face inches from his obviously pissed one, "lets start over, shall we?"

Vegeta growled, "Who the hell do you think you are? I could kill you for your insolence."

"Like I said, your highness. I know my damn rights." She said sounding extremely satisfied in herself.

Vegeta roughly shoved her against the wall, looking deep into her eyes. 'Blue,' and just like that the memory returned. "You." He backed up quickly, almost as if she was made of poison. "You are that girl. Your that fucking witch!"

Bulma rolled her eyes, "Oh god no. You've figured me out." Her words dripped with sarcasm as she brushed off her dress, turning to leave in her room. Instead of getting the satisfaction of a slammed door, she was rewarded with footsteps as Vegeta followed her inside.

"Don't you dare turn your back on the Saiyan prince, witch." He stated, followed with the bathroom door being slammed into his face.

From the other side he heard laughter, "I think it's happened twice now!"

"I SHOULD KILL YOU FOR THIS."

"BUT YOU CAN'T!"

"AND WHY NOT!"

"BECAUSE YOU NEVER FINISHED YOUR SPEECH SO I HOLD YOUR WAY TO THE CROWN!" She peeked out of the door, "and don't even bother trying to start the speech now and then killing me because, under law, I am pardoned for any disrespect towards the Saiyan prince until the speech is given. Including childhood!" With that the door was slammed again.

Vegeta smirked, obviously impressed with the little woman. 'So she wants to bring up that incident?' "Woman, I came here to perform my duty, so if you'll let me." He savagely ripped open his paper. "Good evening Lady Buruma. I, Prince Vegeta, am here to personally congratulate you on your sixteenth year of age. Today you become a woman and are entitled to more freedoms than ever before. You are required to become betrothed today and, figuring your status, you are engaged to." Vegeta flipped the page. "OH HELL NO!"

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The two stormed down the castle together, bearing into the throne room. Both marching straight up to the king as he looked down, obviously knowing he was in trouble now. Vegeta started first. "Father, you can't be serious. I can't marry this...this thing!"

Buruma pushed the prince aside, curtsied as was law, and started, "Your majesty, with all due respect, but what the fuck? I am not even royalty!"

The king looked down and laughed at the sight. Buruma was still in her celebration ball gown and Vegeta in his ceremonial suit (1). They looked like they could be married at that instant. King Bejita sighed and stood up, wiping away the slight tears from his eyes, and walked over to the picture of the legendary. "Vegeta, Buruma, do you know what this is?"

The two rolled their eyes, King Vegeta was known for giving his over dramatic speeches when confronted. "The legendary," they muttered.

"Yes, remember that." With that, the king ran out of the hall (2).

Buruma and Vegeta stood there, mouth open, confused. "What the hell did he just do?"

"I think he ran away, Vegeta."

"Oh." Both stared at each other a minute. "I don't want to marry you."

Buruma, rather offended but in the same boat replied, "Well you think I do?"

Vegeta smirked and cockily replied, "Of course."

"WHAT!?"

"Who wouldn't I mean, I am a prince, sexy, handsome, intelligent..."

"Cocky, head up his own ass, indignant, rude..."

"I should kill you for that."

"Go suck a goat, Veggie head. I have a party to attend."

Vegeta swore to himself as she walked out of the throne room. This woman was not going to be easy to get along with.

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1) Bulma- Think of the dress Hillary Duff wore in her new Cinderella movie only with spaghetti straps. Her hair is down and curled loosely

Vegeta- his usual wear only all black. His armor is black with red trimming and he wears a black cape with red underneath (like Tuxedo Mask's cape). The clippings for his cape to attach to his suit are made of gold and are the crescents for Vegetasei.

2) I find that I like the King Vegeta's that have a serious side but are mostly crazy when around Vegeta, but scary when around other Saiyans. In other words, my king Vegeta is a bit of a nut case, but you gotta love him!