A Prince and His Queen
Vegeta's a prince and Bulma's a third class saiyan living on Planet Vegeta. What happens when the two must join together to stop Frieza from destroying their planet? Will they succeed or will they immensely fail? A Bulma and Vegeta romance.
Author Notes:
Before I begin, I have to say that I've changed some things. Bulma is a saiyan, not human. Vegeta is a prince and King Vegeta is still alive for the time being. This story takes place when everyone is about in the range of 17 or 18. Goku is in my story as well along with Bardock. Goku is a third class saiyan as well as Bulma and for this story, I'm calling him by his real name Kakarot. Chi-Chi is a saiyan as well and will come into the story at a later time. And I'm still giving Goku [Kakarot] his sense of goofiness. I just couldn't write him without it! He will however, be serious at times too. And I know that Frieza destroyed Planet Vegeta when Vegeta was a kid, not teenager, but I change several things in this Fic.
Chapter 1- Bardock's Vision
Bulma looked out the window of her house and sighed with a hint of annoyance. Kakarot was supposed to have already picked her up so they could fly over to the training center to train. Just as she was about to give up on waiting, a sudden knock came from the front door. Bulma hopped up to answer it.
"About time you got here!" The bluished hair girl yelled at her best friend.
Kakarot chuckled nervously. "Sorry Bulma, I stopped by a food mart on the way over here to get something to eat."
Bulma groaned. "Do you always have to eat?!"
"Yeah!" Kakarot nodded, handing her a candy bar. "Want it?"
Bulma grabbed it and stuffed the candy into her mouth, letting the sweetness sooth her nerves. "Thanks," She smiled.
Kakarot finished his candy bar and licked his lip, "Yum! Okay, ready to go now?"
Bulma nodded and the two took off for the sky. The breeze felt good to Bulma and ran through her long blue hair, making her look angelic as she gracefully flew through the sky. Soon, the two landed in the front entrance of the training center for the third class.
Bulma came to a stop as she noticed guards blocking the front gate along with a crowd of angry saiyans ranting about. Bulma pulled Goku to the front of the line to see what all the commotion was.
"Attention everyone!" One guard yelled over to noice of the crowd. "The training center has been closed by orders of King Vegeta. Any attempts to try and get past the guards or the front gate will result in a visit to the King!"
Bulma felt her eyes go wide at the comment made by the guard. She neared her way to the front, Kakarot following behind her. "Excuse me, did you just say that the training center has been closed down?!"
"Yes, by orders of King Vegeta," The guard repeated.
"But why?"
"He feels that the third class does not need a training center and that keeping one up for the third class is a waste of money."
"What?!" Bulma yelled. "So only our gym is being closed down?!"
The guard nodded much to Bulma and Kakarot's apprehension.
"Now I'm going to have to ask you two to leave, the building will be torn down in a matter of minutes," The guard spoke, picking up a loudspeaker.
"Attention! We ask you to leave the area at once; the building will be demolished any moment now!"
The crowd began to take flight and leave the area. Bulma sighed and took off with Kakarot.
"I can't believe they're doing this," Kakarot complained.
"I know, and what makes it worse is that we're the only ones who are getting our training center destroyed!" Bulma agreed.
The two were silent until Bulma broke the silence.
"I just can't stand King Vegeta, I wish he would just die!" Bulma yelled, clutching her fists.
Kakarot put a hand on Bulma. "I know how you feel, but you do know that if King Vegeta did die, Prince Vegeta would take his place."
"Yeah, your right," Bulma replied, "And he's just as bad as King Vegeta!"
The two friends began to laugh.
"I saw him on TV last week," Bulma continued on. "He was standing next to his father wearing the same kind of cape that King Vegeta always wears and he had this smirk on his face. I can't stand his smirk!"
"Well I guess we could still train ourselves," Kakarot said, changing the subject.
Bulma nodded. "Yeah, we could train in our backyards. I mean, we won't have the equipment but at least it'll be something. Hey, maybe I could even wip something up myself."
"Race ya home!" Kakarot challenged.
"You never grow up do you Kakarot?" Bulma asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Aww come on Bulma!" Kakarot pleaded. "Please!"
Bulma sighed, "Fine, but just this once. Racing is for children." She folded her arms.
"On your mark, get set, go!" Kakarot yelled, taking off at a speed in which no human eyes would be able to see.
Bulma unfolded her arms. "Hey! You cheater! Get back here!" She yelled, racing after Kakarot.
Kakarot arrived home later on that day. He closed the front door to his house and took off for the kitchen. A voice stopped him before he could.
"Kakarot," The voice spoke.
Kakarot turned around and looked into the other room where his father was standing, his arms crossed.
"Yes father?" He inched his way closer to his father, whose eyes were set on the shaggy worn out carpet. "Dad?"
"I had a vision," He spoke, not bothering to look up at his son.
Kakarot arched his eyebrow, "About what?"
Bardock looked up at his son. His eyes were somber. "A great evil is coming to this planet. I don't know what it is or from where it comes from but I do know that if we don't stop it, we shall fall at the hands of it, along with Planet Vegeta."
Kakarot gasped as he heard his father's predicament. Could it be true, could some great evil really be planning to take over Planet Vegeta? The boy looked up at his father. "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know," Bardock spoke, "I was thinking we take this into the hands of King Vegeta, but I doubt he'll listen to us."
"We have to try," Kakarot replied, staring into his father's eyes.
Bardock sighed and looked back down at the carpet. He knew his son was right, that they had to find a way to stop this. But still, he knew the King wouldn't hear him out. He peered back at his son. He had such determination and such given strength. Yet it was hidden from the public's eye, only the first classes were considered worthy fighters. The third classes were only to be called upon in the most desperate of times...
"You're right," He replied then gave a short pause, "But you do know that King Vegeta will be a hard guy to crack."
Kakarot nodded.
"Okay then, you have my given permission," Bardock spoke.
Kakarot nodded solemnly yet again. He quickly started for the kitchen to call Bulma, he'd need all the help he could get. The only problem now was interfacing with King Vegeta...
There's chapter one. Tell me what you think! By the way, if I don't update right away, it's only because I'm busy, not because I gave up on my Fic. Also, I know that Bardock got the ability to read minds from someone but in this Fic, he was born with that.