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. Raditz is off on a mission to destory a planet. You know how King Vegeta sends a saiyan every once and a while to take over or destory a planet? Well that's where Raditz is, he'll come in later in the story.
Since this chapter is so long, I will not update quite so soon. This is not saying that I will wait months to update it, but I'll wait about two weeks or so, maybe sooner. Besides, I still have to write the next chapter! Yeah, well anyhoo, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Do you really think I own DBZ or any of its characters? Well, I don't, plain and simple.
Chapter 6- Obduracy and Lust
Bulma looked into her scouter and gasped. Somewhere near by was a power level of 530,000. It was enough power to destroy Planet Vegeta and all the saiyans with possibly one finishing move. The blue-haired teen sighed then began descending down toward Area A of the third classes.
The area looked horrible. Building and homes were now reduced to mere rubble and helpless saiyans roamed the streets looking for their family or just looking for medical care. It was a sad sight and part of her wanted to stop and help them but the other part wanted to find her parents.
Suddenly, Bulma spotted Korn, another third class saiyan who had lived next door to her. He slowly limped his way over to her where she took his arms to give him support. "Korn, what happened?"
Korn shook his head weakly, "It all happened so fast, one minute I was sparring in the backyard and the next I get hit by a blinding ki blast."
Bulma gasped, "You are okay aren't you?"
Korn nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. A little weary but nothing a little resting up can't fix." He struggled to stand straight up again as Bulma cast an eye on her house. She looked back to Korn, tears wet in her eyes.
"Korn, where..." She paused and swallowed hard before speaking again, "Where are my parents?"
Korn looked down and bit his lip. He placed his hand on Bulma's shoulder and shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry Bulma..."
Bulma turned away, the tears flowing out of her eyes now and onto her armor. She looked back up at her house which now lay totally demolished. She clutched her fist tightly together and looked up into the afternoon sky with a glared eye, "Burn in Hell Frieza, burn in Hell."
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Frieza lifted his foot and with great force, pounded into Prince Vegeta's stomach. The prince coughed up bits of blood before falling limp onto the cold hard ground.
Frieza walked over with a shake of his head, "Pathetic." He lifted his foot and rolled the prince's body over until his body was right side up again. Blood rolled down from Prince Vegeta's mouth down to his neck where it dripped onto the ground gently. He stared wearily at Frieza, not having the strength in him to speak.
Frieza began pressing his foot onto Prince Vegeta's body, crushing his ribs until they were nearly broken. Prince Vegeta coughed violently and gasped for air. He could see swirls of colors going around him and suddenly the scenery around him began blurring. He couldn't see, he couldn't move, he couldn't even breathe.
"And now you shall feel the wrath of Frieza," Were the last words Prince Vegeta heard before he passed out onto the ground without another word being said...
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Kakarot continued following his father through the sky as the two neared King Vegeta's castle. The two could only hope that they weren't too late...
"There's the castle," Bardock spoke, pointing to an enormous building in the distance.
Kakarot nodded and the two continued on flying, neither of them saying a word. Bardock peered at his son who flew silently behind him. He didn't know what he could have been thinking but he had a feeling it was either Bulma or Frieza. Bardock shook his head slightly. He would never understand why his son held so many emotions. Emotions that would only lead to him getting killed. Fighting wasn't emotional, not the least bit. You either fought to your death or you didn't fight at all. It was as simple as that yet Kakarot still fought by his emotions instead of remembering his training. It was something that puzzled Bardock continuously.
Finally, the two saiyans reached the castle. Guards stood near by, protecting the gates to make sure no one uninvited got in. Bardock slowed down as they reached the entrance and turned to Kakarot, "This is going to be harder than I thought."
"We have to find a way in," Kakarot replied.
Bardock was silent for a moment then motioned for Kakarot to follow his lead. "Come on."
Kakarot followed behind his father as they flew around the side of the castle. He looked down at the guards who were at ground level below them. Kakarot had the urge to laugh as they flew freely above them. Suddenly, Bardock stopped just before they rounded another corner.
Kakarot peered from behind Bardock to see as to why they had stopped. Two guards were hovering in the air at the next corner of the castle. They bore two swords and looked as if they were first class warriors. Bardock motioned for Kakarot to follow him once again and the two began flying upward until they were on top the castle roof.
Bardock looked around before descending toward the center of the roof where a latch door was held. He opened it and peered inside and listened closely then let out a sigh of relief. "Let's go."
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Bulma walked the baron land of Planet Vegeta slowly, not knowing where she should go or what she should do. Frieza had killed off her parents and now, all she could feel was pain and sorrow. Her will to fight was gone and all she wanted to do was cry. Bulma shook her head firmly as she continued walking. No, she didn't want to cry, she wanted someone to cry with. She needed a friend, someone, just anyone at all.
The teen continued walking, her head hung low as she did. She didn't know where she was. She figured it was out of the third class area by now but other than that, she had no idea. She looked ahead and that's when she spotted him: A saiyan lying still on the ground. He appeared to have black long tall hair and looked to be pretty short as well. Bulma neared closer to him and gently rolled the guy over to his side. She gasped as she turned him around. The guy was none other than Prince Vegeta.
Bulma almost dropped the prince whose head lay in her arms then caught herself and held him steady. She couldn't believe it though. Prince Vegeta out on the battle front? But why? And how? She knew royal blood never participated in battles; their job was to give commands. Yet here lay royal blood injured on the battle field.
Bulma continued holding Prince Vegeta's head in her arms and wondered what she should do. As much as she hated the spoiled prince, she didn't want him to die. Not by the hands of Frieza at least. He had killed too many saiyans, she wouldn't let him get the pleasure of killing another.
Suddenly, Prince Vegeta began to stir. Bulma stared down at him intimately, watching to see if he would wake up or fall back into unconsciousness. His eyes fluttered open and he began breathing unsteadily. He gave out a cough before regaining some consciousness again. The prince blinked a few times before finally casting an eye on the person who he lay before. Suddenly, his eyes went big and without a word being said, he flung himself off her lap and onto the ground.
Bulma stared strangely at the prince in confusion, "What are you doing?!" She asked.
Prince Vegeta glared up at Bulma with narrowed eyes, "You dare to touch me?!" He yelled, pointing a finger, "Me? Prince Vegeta?! Do you have no respect at all?!"
Bulma felt her mouth drop. Her eyes turned into a glare as she looked below at the prince. "How dare you?! I was trying to help you and this is how you treat me?!"
"Help me?" Prince Vegeta spat, "I don't need your help!"
Bulma crossed her arms, "Well it appears to me like you do; unless of course you wish to die."
Prince Vegeta was silent for a moment then proceeded to stand up. He put his hand out onto the ground to give support to his limp body but only succeeded in falling back down to the ground. He gave a few curses and tried again.
Bulma watched with amazement as the stubborn prince tried to get up. She shook her head, "You really are stubborn aren't you?"
Prince Vegeta stopped his task for a moment to stare back up at Bulma. He only narrowed his eyes and continued back to his current task only to fail once again.
"Listen," Bulma started, "I have a rejuvenating tank at home. Hopefully if it's not destroyed, you can use it."
Prince Vegeta stopped once again and looked back up at Bulma. His face was expressionless as if he was considering her gesture. "Why?" He finally spoke, "Why would you do that?"
"Because you're a saiyan like me," Bulma answered, "And we saiyans gotta stick together." She put out her hand for him to grab.
Prince Vegeta hesitated a moment before finally grabbing hold of Bulma's hand. He didn't know if it was the fact that he was nearly out of it or if it was the fact that he had got kicked around by Frieza but at that exact moment, he felt a tingle in his lower stomach as he took Bulma's hand. But the funny thing about it was that he enjoyed it.
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"Third classes really are stupid aren't they?!" King Vegeta boomed through out the castle walls.
Kakarot covered his ears at the sound. Bardock glared and shook his head at the same time. He let out a light sigh before speaking again, "Sir, we know that you know of Frieza being here by now but we still think that we should warn you of something else-"
"What? The fact that our planet is getting destroyed?" King Vegeta asked in a matter-of-factly tone, "Is that it?"
Bardock sighed once more, "No sir. It's the fact that Frieza's power level is tremendous."
King Vegeta rolled his eyes, "Really?! As if I didn't already know that!" His face expression returned to a glare and he pointed toward the large doors of his lair, "Just get out of here. I don't need redundant information!"
"King Vegeta, you don't understand, Frieza is out to-" Kakarot started.
King Vegeta interrupted, "I said get out! Leave now or I'll kill you myself!" He yelled with a boom.
Bardock turned and started for the large doors which lay the way to the castle hallway. Kakarot followed in silence, giving one last look at the King as he went. It would only be a matter of moments now before he laughed his last laugh...
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Bulma led the way into her house, stepping over ruins as she went. Prince Vegeta limped beside her, his weight shifted on top her shoulder. He looked around the place as they went. It had been a small house that was for sure. The house was probably as small as his room was back at the royal castle, but then again, the girl was a third class. They weren't the richest people in the universe.
"It's in the basement," Bulma spoke as the two continued on.
They kept moving until they came to a door which was located in what seemed to at one time be the back of the house. Bulma reached over toward the door and swung it open. Darkness flooded the room as the two started down the stairs. Once they reached the bottom, Bulma reached up and flicked on a light switch. She smiled proudly as she looked toward the center of the room where her greatest experiment thus far was held.
Prince Vegeta blinked a few times as his eyes got accustomed to the light. He turned toward Bulma who was still gleaming proudly. He rolled his eyes in disgust then turned his attention to the center of the room. What he saw shocked him completely. It was a huge machine like thing covered by glass. Several tubes were attached to it and a single door was placed in the middle of the thing. It was something Prince Vegeta had never laid an eye on before.
"This," Bulma spoke, gesturing toward the machine, "Is the rejuvenating tank. Just a little something I whipped up a while ago. Just call it a hunch but I knew it might come in handy one day."
"What do I...do with it?" Prince Vegeta asked with an arched eyebrow.
Bulma laughed, "You don't do anything with it. You get inside of it and it begins returning you back to your normal health."
Prince Vegeta stared at the machine in awe, "You mean, just like that?" He shook his head, "You're lying woman."
Bulma ignored the comment and helped Prince Vegeta over toward the tank. She opened the door and cautiously, he stepped inside. "How do I know this thing is...safe?" He asked.
Bulma smiled as she let go of him, "Don't worry, you'll be fine." She reassured him then paused.
Prince Vegeta stared back at her in confusion, "What?"
"Well..." Bulma started, biting her lip a bit, "It's just that in order for you to retain your full health, you'll need to..."
"To what?!" The prince yelled.
"To remove your clothes!" Bulma yelled back.
There was silence for a moment. Bulma peered at Prince Vegeta from the corner of her eye and seen a faint blush line cross the prince's face. Suddenly, his face went into a deep scowl and he stared at Bulma with a look of repulsion. "You sicken me woman!"
Bulma felt her mouth drop for the second time that day. Prince Vegeta never ceased to surprise her. "You think I want you to strip?! It's just the only way that the tank works properly. It can't function the right way if you have on armor that weighs a ton!"
"Well why didn't you make a rejuvenating tank that doesn't require you to remove your clothes?!" Prince Vegeta yelled back.
"I don't have that kind of technology!" Bulma argued, "You're lucky I even have this! You just as well could be dead right now!"
Silence filled the room and Prince Vegeta looked down toward the floor. Was it true? Had this third class saiyan really saved his life? Or was she just bluffing?
Bulma crossed her arms, "So are you getting in or not?" She asked softly.
Mumbles were heard from the prince's mouth before he finally turned toward the machine. Without another word being said, he began stripping his clothes right before Bulma's eyes. Bulma could feel her eyes widen at the sight as the prince began with first his outer armor. The result left him only dressed in tight fitting navy blue spandex which showed off every inch of his muscular strength. Bulma felt herself blushing then noticed that she had been staring at Prince Vegeta the entire time. Quickly, she turned away but not before catching the eye of Prince Vegeta who stood smirking before her. God, she hated that smirk.
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