Chapter 7

Bulma listened to the footsteps climb the staircase. She slowly sank back to the floor dreading anything that might come up. Her eyes closed tightly when she remembered what had just happened. What if it was Vegeta? What was she going to do then?

Still waiting to see what would come she decided to pull herself off the floor and try to look like she was doing something. It seemed like it had been hours since she heard the noise start yet she felt like she had no time to get ready. Almost like someone was chasing her.

She sat at the table in the corner of her room catching herself in the mirror. What had happened to accepting what was going to happen to her? It's not that she didn't think the same way anymore it was just hard to think it at the time since he had just come in and been so mean to her. He wasn't like that before but that didn't matter he was just hiding what he really was so that he could get her easier.

The footsteps had ceased and the door slowly pushed toward her. She held her breath as the light revealed the visitors. It was her sisters!

"Bulma," Chichi said rushing over there to greet her. Bulma had been away from her for so long. Or was it just a week?

"So this is where you are staying now? I'm surprised the animals let us in, no offence back there," 18 said turning her eyes back to Kakarot. He did not notice her though. He was caught up in the room. 18 rolled her eyes.

"Well are you okay? Did they do anything to you? I mean they didn't hurt you did they? We can get you out of here if you want us to," Chichi was rushing with her words as if she was trying to escape the house through them.

Bulma simply nodded and smiled at Chichi telling her silently that she was okay. Chichi stared at her in disbelief, how could she be okay with a Saiyan? She had forgotten for a minute that the man she loved was one from the violent race.

"If you're okay I guess we can leave," 18 mumbled.

Chichi shook her head at 18, "We can't just leave her here something might happen. Look at her."

"Look at her? She doesn't look any different then when we left her. What is going to happen to her if she is a favorite of the Saiyan Prince they will surely treat her well," 18 snapped at her little sister. She did not see the slight fear left in Bulma's eyes that Chichi saw.

"But 18 she doesn't look right," Chichi said, her eyes still fixed on her little sister. Bulma just smiled at Chichi to try and reassure her.

"Well why don't we just ask her," Kakarot chimed in.

18 and Chichi stared at him in disbelief. "She doesn't talk genius," 18 yelled.

"Oh right, sorry," Kakarot said backing down.

Chichi went over to him and took his arm sympathetically, "It's okay, you didn't know. It doesn't offend anyone so don't be sorry. You didn't know."

18 scoffed at the tenderness in Chichi's eyes and voice, "Why are you treating him like that? He's not one of us. His people hurt our people. They make them slaves, what do you not understand about that?"

Chichi looked at the floor ashamed that she was hiding from 18 and ashamed that she loved him. It was true it could never be so why was she fooling herself? Nothing would ever work out for her or her family.

Suddenly the door opened and the Prince stepped in, "Times up."

Kakarot looked at him until he stared back up at him. They stayed looking at each other for the longest time. 18 looked at Chichi and she shrugged "Maybe we should go," 18 mumbled.

"But 18 we cant'-," Chichi cried.

18 interupted, "We need to go. Now let's."

So they walked out the door and Chichi pulled Kakarot with her. His eyes were still locked with Vegeta's till the very end of the house. Then he switched back to a smile and didn't show any sign that he knew what was going on.

The night came quickly and servants came in to help Bulma get ready for bed. This was the first time it had happened so she was confused and wanted to know what the occasion was.

As soon as she got to Vegeta's room she knew something was wrong. Her stomach dropped and her mind wouldn't focus on one thing. What was it going to be? The only thing that she could hope for was that it would not hurt her.

The Prince smiled at her, "Will you marry me?"