A Prince and His Princess
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.
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonBall Z or any of it's characters.
Chapter 11 - Lost Ambitions
Bulma walked through her house slowly, the intoxicating smell of smoke and burnt wood still engulfing the house.
Tears fell from her eyes but she quickly wiped them as she took a seat on the remants of her tattered couch. She looked down at the floor and memories began flooding her mind. Her parents, her house, her neighbornood...
But now it was all gone. Taken away from her by a space tyrent with nothing but hate in his heart.
Bulma sniffled as her mind suddenly went to Prince Vegeta.
Prince.
She hated to call him that, why couldn't he just be called Vegeta. It wasn't as if he was so much better than the rest of them. Infact, in her opinion, he was worse. Prideful and mannerless. But she supposed it was his saiyajin side that kept him like that. That, and the fact that he was infact a prince.
Bulma found herself laughing at the thought, "A horrible combination," she chuckled softly.
She stood up and began walking around her house again, mindlessly about to go down into her basement when suddenly, there came a noice.
Instantly, the bluenette stopped and listened for another sound.
But none ever came.
"It's nothing," Bulma spoke to herself as she continued for her basement, "just as I thought."
She reached out for the door handle when suddenly she heard the sound again. This time however, it was louder.
Bulma stopped in her tracks. The same noice twice in a row. I'm not imagining this.
But still, she waited for it to come again, tightly holding onto the door handle. And within a few short seconds later, the noice was there again.
Bulma released the handle and stood still inside the small hallway. She looked inside her scouter and gasped in a low voice. The numbers were slowly increasing bit by bit.
Someone or something was inside the house...
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Bardock sat up and opened an eye.
Dust and ruins lay all around him and his body ached with pain. Where was he?
Closing his eye again and lying flat on the dry land, he took a moment to think then suddenly remembered.
He and Freeza had been fighting. There had been a great light, a blast, and then...
Bardock grabbed his head in pain as he tried to remember. But he couldn't. He guessed, that Freeza had knocked him out.
But then, where had he gone now?
Bardock sat back up quickly, ignoring the pain that his sides were giving him. Where had Kakarot gone off to? Was he safe, or had he even escaped?
So many questions ran through his mind but he knew the answers to none of them!
"Dammit Freeza!" Bardock cursed, pounding the ground beneath. He looked down, sweat and blood dripping onto the ground. And suddenly, another vision engulfed his mind...
A bright light, similar to the one he had encountered with Freeza. But no, this one was different. It had, saiyajin energy? And a power of 600,000! But who was it? He couldn't see. Only a bright light, the sense of energy...and then...nothing.
Bardock shut his eyes tightly as the vision came to an end. But the question was, what had it meant?
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"W-who's there?" Bulma asked, slowly backing up against the door. She gripped the door handle tightly as her eyes roamed the room nervously.
The sound began getting louder and louder, and Bulma instantly realized what it was.
Footsteps.
Looking at her scouter once more, she gasped as she seen the target moving toward her faster and faster, the power level increasing with each step it took toward her.
"I said who's there!" she yelled.
The footsteps stopped.
Bulma let out a small breath but knew she wasn't safe yet. The figure had stopped, but what was it planning to do next?
Not deciding to wait and find out, she quickly fried out a ki blast.
It flew down the hallway then suddenly, turned quickly to the right, blasting a large hole into the wall.
Bulma gasped, knowing that whoever or whatever was in her house, was right now the hallway.
"I see you're a fighter..." the figure finally spoke in a low voice.
Bulma didn't dare to answer. Slowly, she began gathering up her ki, ready to attack again if needed.
"Don't even bother," the voice snapped, quick to read that her ki level was steadily increasing. The figure smiled as he seen the girl's eyes widen in fear. "Because it definately won't help you a bit..."
Bulma tightly closed her eyes and shook her head, "You don't know that!"
The figure's smile widened, "Oh, but I do. And your time is up."
Bulma opened her eyes and narrowed them at the figure in the distance, taking on a fighting stance, "Alright, then come on."
"I've always loved a good fight," the figure replied shortly, shooting out an enormous ki blast toward the girl.
Bulma was quick to dodge the attack and slid across the floor before shooting out a ki blast of her own.
However, the figure was quick to act and blocked the blast, walking down the narrow path of the hallway once more.
"Stay away from me!" Bulma screamed, shooting out ki blast after ki blast toward the figure.
The figure continued walking, blocking them all at an incrediably fast rate.
Bulma gasped and began backing away, "What are you?" She asked, staring at the dark figure with fear, "What do you want!"
The figure began walking faster, stepping out of the dark and into the lit part of the hallway.
"The same thing I've always wanted," it answered, "to kill..."
Bulma felt her eyes widen as she stared into the dark eyes of none other than Freeza.
He stared back at her, his cold black eyes showing no signs of mercy as he grabbed a hold of Bulma's arm, lifting her from the floor before throwing her against the nearest wall.
She hit the wall with a thud and fell to the ground.
Getting up, she wiped a drop of blood from her mouth then quickly charged toward Freeza.
In return, Freeza easily dodged her attack, disappearing for a moment then reapppearing behind Bulma, kicking her in the back and sending her falling to the floor once more.
Bulma yelled out in pain as she hit the floor. Freeza frowned in displeasement as he walked over, barely giving the bluenette a chance to breathe before placing a foot on her back and crushing it.
"You saiyajins just never learn do you?" Frieza spoke as he continued to crush Bulma.
Bulma gasped out for air as she felt the room around her spin. She was slowly losing concousness and she knew. But there was nothing she could do about it...
"If you'd all just give up, you wouldn't have to suffer!" Freeza yelled, crushing her with more force.
Bulma coughed as she heard something crack.
"Well, I hope you realize that this is the last chance you'll ever fight back again won't it?" Freeza yelled, lifting his foot. He prepared to bring it down onto Bulma once again but was stopped by a voice in the distance.
"Move one more time and I'll come over there and start tearing you limb from limb," the voice spoke.
Freeza froze in his current position and turned to look into the distance. Looking down at Bulma, he glared at her before kicking her off to the side. Her body slammed against the basement door and Frieza turned his attention to the figure in the distance.
"What did you just say?" He asked.
"You heard what I said!" the figure yelled angrily.
A look of amusement fell upon Freeza's face, "And you really intend to follow out with that plan?"
"You know, I hate it when people get so full of themselves," the figure replied, "so why don't you do us both a favor and shut up?"
Freeza glared hardly at the figure in the distance, "You really don't know what you're getting yourself into do you!" the tyrant yelled.
"Maybe I don't."
Bulma opened her eyes slowly, blinking a few times before being able to actually see. Blood dripped from her eye. She quickly brushed it away and looked around.
Freeza stood in front of her, his back turned. He appeared to be talking to another person in the distance. But who? She sqented her eyes. Could it be Kakarot?
"Either way," Freeza continued on, "you'll soon be sorry for what you've done."
The figure crossed it's arms, "Is that a threat?"
Freeza's glare deepened, "Yes." He answered bitterly, "And I intend to carry it out!" He lifted his arm and hurled out a purple blast. It sped down the hallway and Bulma gasped as he watched it progress toward the figure. The one who had saved her life.
"No!" She screamed, holding out her arm toward the figure. If the mysterious figure died, her only hope of living would be gone.
Freeza laughed as he heard the explosion in the distance. "You should have known better than to play with me!"
"Then tell me why I'm still standing," a voice spoke from behind.
"W-what?" Freeza gasped.
Bulma looked up, staring up at the figure, trying to get a glimps of his face. Groaning, she slid herself up to get a better view. And when she finally did, she gasped out in shock.
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"Vegeta!" she gasped, so shocked that she didn't bother to use his formal title of prince.
However, the prince hadn't seem to notice or hear the voice from behind him. He stared into Freeza's black eyes coldly as the icejin turned toward him.
To say that Freeza was angry, would be an understatement. His eyes twitched with anger as he glared at the prince. Quickly, he raised his arm to attack, but Prince Vegeta was faster, grabbing a hold of his arm tightly and crushing it.
"Did you really think I'd die so quickly!" the prince yelled, his eyes burning angrily into Freeza's.
Freeza clenched his teeth as he struggled to get free from Vegeta's tight grip, but it only tightened.
"Well...did you!"
An evil smile appeared on Freeza's face as he looked down to Vegeta's leg, "Yes, yes I did!" He answered before kicking the prince hard in the shin.
Prince Vegeta gasped out in pain as he let Freeza's arm free. He grunted and looked up to see that Freeza was gone.
Quickly, the prince turned around only to come face to face with Freeza, the icejin's fist heading straight for his stomach. There was no time to react as the impact happened and Prince Vegeta doubled over in pain, gasping for air.
Freeza stood above the saiyajin prince with a frown, looking at him darkly then to the girl who lay motionless against the basement door.
He looked back to Prince Vegeta with a cold look, "I'll be back to kill you later," He spat, giving the prince one last kick to the stomach and flying out of the burnt house.
Vegeta groaned as he fell to the floor completely, clutching his stomach in pain.
From across the room, Bulma watched as he fell to floor. She put her own pain in the back of her mind and slowly began advancing toward the prince.
"V-Vegeta," she called out, closing her eyes, trying to ignore her pain as she moved closer and closer to him. "Vegeta, can you hear me?"
Vegeta lay still on the floor, his head buried deep into his knees.
Bulma reached out for him as she finally reached him and touched his leg. "Vegeta..."
The prince was quick to slap her hand away. "Leave me alone!" He yelled.
Bulma frowned in anger but she moved closer to him. "Y-you saved me..."
Prince Vegeta looked up, still holding his stomach, and glared at the woman next to him, "I did nothing for you woman!" He yelled, "I only came here so I could defeat Freeza!"
"No," Bulma replied, shaking her head, "Somehow I don't believe that"
Vegeta let go of his stomach and slowly began standing, holding onto the wall for support, "Well...you...better believe...it," He groaned as the pain from Freeza's deathly kick began soaring through his entire body once again. With a grunt, he fell to the floor once more.
Bulma watched as he fell again and shook her head, "You are so stubborn, you know that?"
The prince simply ignored her as he struggled to get up. "Why don't you do yourself a favor and shut up for five seconds."
"Why don't you do yourself a favor and stop being so arrogant?"
"Woman, do you wish to die?" Vegeta yelled, staring her in the face.
Bulma's features never faltered, "Why should I be afraid of you?" She asked, folding her arms and turning her back toward him.
Vegeta's scrowl dropped as he watched the lower class saiyajin turn around, "You dare to turn your back on a prince?" He yelled.
"A stuck up one, yes," Bulma merely replied smugly.
"Bah, I never should have come here!" Vegeta yelled, throwing a pebble against a nearby wall.
The room fell silent for a moment until Bulma spoke up a few moments later, "So...why did you come here anyway?"
Vegeta sighed and rolled his eyes, "Like I told you before, to defeat-"
"I know that's not your only reason," Bulma whispered, curling into a ball. She leaned against the wall and looked at the ceiling above her. "...Are you, lost?"
Vegeta stared at Bulma, "Lost! Why would I be lost?"
Bulma looked back at the saiyajin and smiled softly, "You know, lost, like, you don't know what to do. ...What to think..."
"Pft, never."
"Never?"
"No," Vegeta responded, now finding himself becoming quite bored with the conversation. Wait, just why where they having a conversation in the first place? He should be going to find Freeza, not chatting with some low level class-
"...It's how I feel now," Bulma interrupted.
Prince Vegeta sighed. It seemed as if he would be here for a while. Growling, he took a spot on the floor and sat. He didn't know why however, he was a prince. It's not as if he had to stay here listening to the girl whine. But yet still, he stayed. And listened half-heartedly.
"Nothing like this has ever happened before, you know," Bulma continued on, "We just used to live, not worrying about other living beings out there, but now, everything's changed. Nothing's going to ever be the same again." Tears escaped her eyes and spotted her clothes. She didn't bother to wipe them away this time. "...I've lost my mother and father, my home, everything..." She sighed, "I just don't know what to do."
"You aren't the only one," the Prince mumbled.
Bulma turned her head toward Vegeta, looking at the small man who sat in a dark corner of the room. "Wh-what do you mean by that?"
"You think you're the first to ever lose someone?" Vegeta asked, staring at her through dark eyes. "Today, my father was killed by that freak."
Bulma hand swept to her mouth, "Oh my...I'm sor-"
Prince Vegeta waved away her apology, "Don't be sorry. He deserved what he got."
"But, he was your father!"
"Gee, thanks for pointing out the obvious," Vegeta replied with bitterness. He looked toward the floor beneath him and spat, "He never cared about..." The sentence trailed off into the air and Bulma stared at Vegeta, wondering if he was finish. When he turned the other way however, she sighed and began to stand.
"Listen, I don't know what your motives are for killing Freeza, but I know mine," Bulma said, quickly wrapping a makeshift band-aid around her arm and patting her head free of any blood, "And I'm not letting him get away with what he's done."
Prince Vegeta looked up from where he sat and to Bulma, "Oh, and just what do you plan to do? Go out and get yourself killed?" He looked down again and stared into the distance, "He's unbeatable, I've already tried and accomplished nothing. You'll only do the same for yourself."
"Hey, what happened to that pride of yours?" Bulma asked, staring him in the face as she proceeded to leave.
"It...evaporated. I am... nothing," He simply replied.
Sighing, Bulma made her way back over to Vegeta, placing her hands to her hips and eyeing him straight in the face, "You know, I never thought I'd be saying this but...right now, we need that pride of yours. More importantly, we need your strength. I have a friend...Kakarot, but it won't be enough. Vegeta- Prince Vegeta-"
"Don't bother with the prince thing," Vegeta interrupted, "Once this planet is destoryed, I'll no longer be a prince. What's the point?"
Bulma could only blink at the prince. "...I...I give up. You're a lost cause," Bulma spoke softly. She shook her head and without another word, flew out the front door, her ambitions set on finding Freeza. Whether she made it or not, she wasn't going down without a fight.
Meanwhile, Prince Vegeta sat alone in what remained of the lower level's house, staring blankly into the darkness ahead of him. His entire planet was about to be demolished, he was going to be killed, and his pride had been ripped from him. He had nothing; he was nothing.
"...I'll be seeing you soon father," the Prince whispered as another explosion sounded behind him.
Author's Notes: Sorry for taking SO long to upload this. I actually had wrote this a while back, but never posted it. I sort of lost my will to write this story, seeing as how I really want to write the beginning over. But anyway, thanks a lot for the reviews and hope you enjoy this.
BTW, to those flamers. If you do not like something, why bother to review or read it? Don't like it, don't review. It's as simple as that, I don't like my stories to be spammed with unnesessary stupidity.