I feel energized, then I'm in despair
Back and forth
My heart is again, again, moving
I want to stop this useless cycle
I'm really tired too
I don't know about the me of tomorrow
I don't wanna worry anymore, it's useless
I will be determined, I will eat
I will have strength and stop this fear
I like you then I hate you
Back and forth
My heart is again, again, shaking
How the heck does love work?
It's torturing me again
I don't know about the me of tomorrow
I don't wanna worry anymore, it's useless
I wanna show you my heart
I will stop this fear
Where did this fear come from?
I want the strength
To fight against the things I don't want
I don't know about the me of tomorrow
I don't wanna worry anymore, it's useless
I will fight against the regret and fear
That will come again some day
- "Again, Again and Again" by Lee Jin-ah
(Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bokjoo OST)
Episode 2
Foolish Love
As Vegeta walked back to the royal city through the Burokorri Bridge, he was deep in his thoughts. He was still unsure of what he thinks of the slave girl Tarble had his eyes upon. He could sense that the blue haired woman has some kind of suspicious plan, that is why she's seducing his younger brother but she denied it so many times. If it was some other woman he would have killed her right away but to his surprise, it was that interesting blue haired female who stood up for him when he actually never needed her help. It was because she fascinated him so much the night he first met her that he spared her life tonight. He guessed he would let his suspicions slip for a while and support his brother's ship with this woman. He smiled to himself, Tarble would be glad to know that he approved of the woman.
Removing his long black cloak off of him as he entered the royal city, all Saiyans around him quickly made way to the heir to the throne while they all bowed down in respect as he walked royally past them.
The Saiyan Royal Palace ground was situated at the heart of the Royal City, surrounded by the streets of the Ministries where the offices and the residences of the ministers are. It was incredibly vast, taking up nearly 70% of the Royal City.
As he approached the palace grounds, he found several royal guards panicking around as they frantically searched for him like usual. When they finally found the crown prince they were looking for, they immediately fell into their knees.
"Your highness! We've been looking for you all night! The king has requested for your presence as soon as you arrived from your... whereabouts," Nappa reported with utmost relief as the crown prince entered the palace gates.
"At this late hour?" Vegeta demanded with his typical imperious tone.
Nappa bowed again to respond humbly, "Yes, your highness. You took a long time to return, he was getting upset since your behavior during dinner."
The crown prince's scowl deepened as he snorted loudly, "Hmph! Fine, I will deal with him."
His attendant bowed again as he replied humbly, "Yes, your highness."
Vegeta sauntered regally as he entered the palace grounds through the main Eastern gate and strolled across the open space surrounded by several buildings meant for the guests, trainees, clinical, and office purposes towards another smaller gate, which was opened for him by the bowing royal guards. He walked across the courtyard, past the Imperial Throne Hall and the King's Executive Office Building to the King's Palace. He entered his father's palace towards the hallway that would lead him to his father's private chambers. Everyone he passed by on his path would clear his way and bow down before him.
Once he was standing in front of his father's door, he found the guards around the quarters looking all tensed as soon as he arrived before they lowered their heads in respect.
"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince is here," One of the royal guards at the door announced. Hearing the King's command to let his first born son enter, the guards standing before Prince Vegeta opened the two sliding doors, allowing the crown prince to come in. He gracefully walked inside and found his tall father wearing his black bed time robes standing at the glass wall and staring into the stars with his back on him.
"You wish to see me, papa?" Prince Vegeta said in an icy tone, frowning at the sight of his father's back.
The king quickly turned to his first born son, a look of cold anger in his face. His dark eyes glaring irately towards his heir but the prince was completely unaffected by such a trick to intimidate him.
"Why do you always have to be so troublesome, Yon?" the angry king asked, baring his white teeth like an animal.
The Crown Prince rolled his eyes with clear disinterest and quickly turned around, "If you called for me just to discuss what happened during dinner then I have no time for it."
"I do not get what is with your pride that you do not wish for the Saiyan Kingdom to gain more power and be known as one of the most powerful race in the universe!" The furious king shouted. "If we join the Frieza Force, we will get stronger and we will be able to conquer planets to expand our great kingdom. Don't you wish to rule not just Planet Vegeta, but the entire galaxy or the universe?"
"I will not go back to my word that I am against this plan of yours and your councilmen joining forces with the Frieza Force and the Galactic Empire." Prince Vegeta insisted adamantly.
"Yon, we would be nothing if we continue to hold to this foolish pride! Look at our kingdom, with Frieza's help we will be able to achieve Technology Advancement! Our people will enjoy the countless battles they will be sent into on their purging missions and will grow even stronger! You could become the Legendary Super Saiyan through him!" the king hissed, trying to convince his intransigent heir.
Prince Vegeta bit his lower lip and shook his head indignantly. He just could not believe the foolish and greedy reasons his father was trying to convince him about. He spun around to face the king, glaring back defiantly. He gritted his teeth together as he tried to suppress his boiling ire.
"Slavery? Is that what you wish for your people? To become slaves for the Galactic Emperor?!" He growled with barely controlled ire. "No!" His voice rose as he became completely outraged. "I will not allow it! Never! I'd rather die than become a lowly slave to that overgrown lizard!"
King Vegeta shook his head and pressed, "You are still young and rebellious, Yon. You don't understand the benefits we Saiyans could gain if we do this. Frieza-sama will be coming in three days and we will sign that treaty, whether you like it or not." he declared.
The prince could not believe what he just heard from his absurd father, "What?! Already?!" he gasped in vexation. Not that fast!
"Yes, and no matter how much you whine about it, you cannot stop it! The entire Royal Council has already agreed to this. Only you are the one to go against it." the king told him.
"Papa! You can't do this! It's like selling the kingdom you've spent years to build to the Galactic Empire!" Prince Vegeta argued, his shouting voice filled with aghast.
"What do you propose I should do, then?!" The king challenged.
Vegeta was taken aback by the question. How many times is he going to say it? He decided not to answer though.
"See? You don't even have any idea on how to make your people satisfied." The king snorted, a victorious smirk running through his lips.
Just as he expected, his father got the wrong idea. Vegeta gritted his teeth. The king was obviously thought that he was the foolish one around here, the one who knew nothing about being a ruler. Assuming it must be due to him being young and inexperienced. He wanted to tell his foolish sire, 'Excuse me, old man but you have no idea what you are talking about. At least I'm not some lazy lap dog who just sits on his throne all day, barking orders at his men and being manipulated by some geezer because he was afraid of being dethroned.' but decided to hold back his tongue.
"You think they would be satisfied with this?" Vegeta questioned his father.
"The call for endless battle in space is what would satisfy them."
Vegeta glared at his father and shook his head. Yes, he cannot deny the Saiyans would be happy to serve the galactic empire as warriors but those who have live with true code of Saiyan Pride and honor like himself would only see it as a work fit for common slaves. But what could he do about it if everyone else wanted it? Perhaps, his father was right to use this as an opportunity to get stronger.
"You're all fools! Do not ever come to me crying when you regret this stupid decision of yours and begging for me to be your savior!" The Crown Prince roared irately. "I might use this opportunity to gain power and become the Legendary Super Saiyan. But I will do it for my own interest and not to save your sorry asses when the time comes. I might even destroy all of you myself if that happens!"
With that, Vegeta lividly stormed out of his father's chambers, feeling completely aggravated. Sensing his boiling wrath, the Saiyan guards quickly get out of his way and bowed down before him trembling in fear like some scared little puppies. It's at this time when he would want to kill anything that moves. Nappa quickly walked a foot behind him, completely tensed and afraid at this ominous behavior the crown prince was showing.
"Prepare my training chamber, Nappa," he ordered coldly at his attendant.
"Y-Yes, your highness!" Nappa quickly scampered to do as he was told. Yes, it was another one of his moods. The prince lashing out his anger on training was a better idea to think of, but it's not like that's the only thing that he does.
As soon as the prince entered the training room, which was located on the outer palace grounds across the Main Eastern gate where he first entered. Nappa had everyone within the proximity warned of the upcoming danger. It didn't take much time for the Crown Prince to begin ripping the place apart and those training cultivars were either beaten senselessly or killed brutally. As if that's not enough release, the prince roared his fury and flared his powers in a destructive maelstrom that pushed away everything near him with the pressure wave he let out, and made the entire planet tremble in fear of his wrath and power.
No! He won't be a slave to the galactic empire! He will never allow it! Damn it all! If only he were strong enough then he won't have to submit himself and his people to Frieza. He would have killed the Emperor himself by now and replace him as ruler of the universe! But no, this power is not yet enough. He has to suck it up, play and show fake obedience to the empire and go with what his father and his stupid councilmen wanted. Why would he even follow these fools? He could destroy them if he wanted to!
On second thought, no. He won't be the one to destroy them. It would be their greed and foolishness that would destroy them all! They would all die without the pride and honor of a true Saiyan. And that's what's making him furious!
~=-o-O-o-=~
"Your majesty, it is the Crown Prince's doing indeed," reported Zorn, the loyal attendant of the king. Both of them stood on the shaking room and watched helplessly at the trembling Saiyan Kingdom. They could hear Prince Vegeta's continual furious screams outside as he continued unleashing his rage and his power.
"What are we going to do? He's going to rip the kingdom apart, your Majesty!"
The King let out an angry sigh as he held up his hand over his face. It was typical that his son would go on a berserk rage when he didn't get what he wanted. It was something he expected to happen as soon as his first born stepped out of his chambers.
"Let him release his anger of the issue. He would calm himself soon."
King Vegeta shook his head, his first born son had always been hard to control ever since he found his mother, the late queen, deceased before his eyes back when he was a four year old child. Tarble was still a newborn baby back then so he didn't have any idea about his mother but Prince Vegeta harbored a hard emotion because of it. Since the terrible day of his loving queen mother's death, the crown prince has distanced himself emotionally from his father. He never said anything or even showed any emotion of grief or anger but the King had felt that his bond with his heir had been severed from that dreadful day onward.
The king tried so many times to keep his relationship with his sons as stable as possible. He was always welcome to open up a typical conversation between a father and his sons despite his busy schedule as the king of the Saiyans and their home planet. Even though Saiyans aren't normally the type of people who cared for family, he strongly believed that the royal family should be different. However, no matter how much effort he was able to make, it was never enough to make the crown prince satisfied and regained his trust the way it has been before the queen died. King Vegeta became close to Tarble and he even tried using his younger son to ask his older brother about his problem but it only made Prince Vegeta even more livid. The crown prince even came to him only to tell him to never include Tarble in their problem. The confrontation ended up with the King hitting his first born son for the first time in his life and it made his heir go berserk. Because his first born was the most powerful Saiyan, it took a hard time for the king to calm his rampaging son, it was only Tarble who was able to do so.
Hence, King Vegeta and his heir barely talk to each other unless it involved politics. However, as the crown prince grew to be a teenager, his rebellious and stubborn nature only turned to be worse than what the king had imagined. Prince Vegeta wanted everything to go his way, the way he wants it to be and the king was not strong enough to properly control his son. He couldn't even get him to listen to his words! Even if the king tried to enforce his political authority as king or his parental status as the boy's father, Prince Vegeta remained uncaring and would force whatever he wanted because he knew he was stronger than anyone on the planet. If he didn't get it then he would definitely lash out like a rampaging beast and would threaten to destroy them all.
~=-o-O-o-=~
The king's words were right after all. A few minutes after roaring out his fury Vegeta fell down to his knees, panting hard not of exhaustion but of his struggle to control his growing rage. He shut his eyes and thought of something, anything to calm his anger. He knew the danger he would bring if he's lost control. It was strange that what came first in his mind was the slave girl with blue hair his brother like. Vegeta shook his head hard, suddenly maddened by that thought. Of all things, why did the girl have to appear in his mind?
But he knew that deep inside, he can't deny the calming effects the memories caused him. He was reminded of the time they shared together that evening and he smiled to himself. He hasn't conversed with Tarble yet about his opinions of the woman. He figured out that Tarble was still awake at this hour mostly because of his tantrum. He decided to visit his little brother instead.
When he came out of his training room, all guards immediately stepped out of his way just like they did earlier but they were a little relieved now after they witnessed that their crown prince was calmer than before.
Vegeta arrived on Tarble's quarters and he ordered for everyone to leave except his brother.
"I felt your rampage just now. Did something happen, Niisan?" asked Tarble anxiously as the both of them sat on the cushion seats.
Vegeta heaved a loud sigh as he closed his eyes furiously, "The girl you had the exchange of letters with."
With that, Tarble's eyes widened in terror. Does meeting Gure made his big brother angry so much that he went on a berserk rampage?
"W-What happened to her?" asked Tarble carefully. He could feel his heart thud with dread inside his chest, staring at his big brother as if he just snapped and lost his mind.
Vegeta raised a brow in curiosity as he noticed the terrified gaze his little bro was giving him. Tarble shrunk back, thinking Vegeta was thinking he like weird slave girls.
"Well, I think she's interesting," Vegeta finally muttered after a few tensed moments. Tarble's expression quickly melted into surprise.
"Eh? Really?"
The crown prince smirked and nodded in consent, "Hn... That's right."
Tarble's lips widened to reveal a big, happy smile. "I was afraid you won't like her. I'm glad you did."
"Well, I didn't say I like her for you but she's an interesting woman that I think I might put up with you and your little game." The crown prince snorted and then he leaned over his brother and winked mischievously. "So tell me, do you wish for me to approve of her to enter the palace as your servant? Though, I know you won't treat her that way but we need to keep it under wraps between you and me so papa and the council won't get suspicious."
"Yes! Yes, please, Niisan! I'd like it!" Tarble nodded so many times with a wide child-like smile stretched on his lips as if he was some boy who finally got his most wanted present for his birthday.
The older prince grinned back. Somehow, the dazzling smile of his happy younger brother that could rival the brightness of Orion has taken away his foul mood.
"Very well, I will fetch her tomorrow morning at the barracks to tell her about it."
"You would do that?"
"Well, I don't trust anyone would be capable enough to do the job well."
Tarble's smile widened. "Okay, Niisan. Thank you so much." Then he wrapped his arms around his older brother like a child giving thanks to his parent.
"Hn..." the older prince awkwardly returned the hug. He knows that if his actions reached the ears of the king or his councilmen, it would make them mad. He snorted at the thought. He couldn't care less about any of them or their opinions. So long as this would make his brother, the only person he cared for so much in the entire universe, happy. He swore he would protect Tarble with all his life, and be the mother he never even met. He didn't want to make him feel he lost one parent because of their father's cowardice.
It has been a long time ago, but Vegeta will never forget that day when his father knocked him out during his mother's actual death. His mother became the bloody price of his father's idiocy and greed for taking something valuable meant to be surrendered to the killer of his mother on his own. Vegeta strongly believed he could have saved her if his father did something other than cowering before the black hooded figure or if he wasn't knocked out by his dad. Since that day, Vegeta's idolatry of his father has been smashed to smithereens, and all he could think of was the king's stupidity and cowardice. Even to this day, he could still see the same foolishness and greed for power and riches. He hated his father for all of these but he knows that deep inside, he still wanted to forgive him. He could do that if his father realized his faults and apologize but the king failed to do any of this. Vegeta hated him for asking without trying to analyze his mistake by himself, he even dared to include Tarble in their problem. It only made his opinion of his own father worse.
And now, the treaty with Frieza only proved how foolish his father was. He didn't know if he was cowardly because he was afraid to be dethroned by his councilmen or his greed for power and money is the cause of it too. Even so, the king only proved his son to be right about him.
The crown prince swore to himself that he will stand by his decision and will never let himself be a subject to anyone. Be it the Galactic Empire, his father or the council. He will destroy them all if he ever tried to dethrone him or harm his brother.
~=-o-O-o-=~
Bulma felt the horrendous effects of not being able to sleep now. She felt like she was floating with a heavy, aching head. She was not able to go to sleep for two reasons, first was her hype at being able to be with Sadara last night. She didn't know why but she felt happy with him for some reason. Second, was the panic she felt when a sudden earthquake shook the entire planet. It's not very uncommon for earthquakes to occur in the planet, especially when these Saiyans are capable to cause such phenomena when powering up. What Bulma hated when these things occur was that they ended up cleaning the mess that was caused by it.
It's not like it was the first time she was not able to sleep a wink though. The only thing that was painful to her was the annoying voice that was yelling at her and the other slaves. Their slave master, Broco was not in the mood and therefore, was barking orders here and there like some kind of a dog. And all of them became too busy with cleaning up and doing his orders.
"Hey, you! Can't you see the sign on the door! We're closed and busy cleaning up the mess caused by the earthquake last night!" She heard Broco yelled.
She quickly felt Cocoa next to her as if the girl had the ability to teleport herself.
"Oh my! Bulma! It's Sadara-sama! He's here!" Cocoa grinned. She looked like some fangirl who has seen her idol.
"Eh?!" Bulma blinked at her and she turned to see Sadara at the door. He was still wearing that weird black cloak, making him look like a dark shadow in the light of a bright morning.
"Shut up. It was too early in the morning and yet here you are being too noisy!" Vegeta, disguised as Sadara, complained like a child, fixing a hard glare on the slave master.
"What do you want and you came this early, Sadara?!" Broco demanded angrily.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and handed him over an envelope with the seal of the royal family crest.
"The Crown Prince's orders." Sadara muttered coldly.
Broco awkwardly took the envelope and opened it. As the slave master do that, Sadara happily skipped towards Bulma and beamed a big grin at her.
"I told you the crown prince would find a way." He winked at her.
Bulma's eyes widened in question. What is he talking about? What way? What did the crown prince do? And what is that letter?
Sadara abruptly grabbed her arm, causing Bulma to look at him in shock, she feels like a person about to be kidnapped by an unknown man, "You are ordered to come with me to the palace and you will begin your work there at Prince Tarble's quarters as his personal niehre."
(Niehre is a personal slave, more like maid)
Bulma was again taken by surprise, "Eh?!" and that was all that she could say before Sadara started to drag her out of the Barracks. Bulma protested, looking at her co-workers like some helpless child pleading for help.
"U-Uh... Sadara-sama..." Broco suddenly cut in.
"What is it?" Vegeta said, his tone abruptly became icy as he turned his head to glare at Broco. Is something wrong with the letter he wrote? Or does this fool do not understand what's written in there? Or would this slave master defy the crown prince's order and refuse to let go of the girl?
"Uh... the Crown Prince's order is for you to take Gure in the palace."
"That's right. Don't tell me you do not understand a simple order given by his highness."
"Uh... no. Not really. But..."
"But what?" Vegeta raised a confused brow.
Bulma suddenly panicked, feeling a dreadful event coming from their conversation. Oh no! If that's true then she will be in trouble. A big trouble! She turned away to look for the real Gure. Where did Gure went to?
"That girl is not Gure, master." Broco revealed.
"What?!"
Vegeta's eyes became as wide as saucers. This blue haired girl was not the girl his brother likes but someone else?! He quickly turned to Bulma to find her turning away in shame. She was busted now. Obviously, Broco was telling the truth. So that's why he felt her pretending last night.
"Then who is Gure?" he asked carefully, one could not miss the cold anger emanating in his tone.
"I will call her for a moment, master."
"Tell her to meet me outside."
"As you wish, master."
Broco disappeared into the house while Vegeta continued to glare at the fearful blue haired slave at his side. He looked like some master about to punish his bad little puppy, to death. And just like a dog which was caught doing an act of chewing its master's shoes, Bulma shrunk back fearfully. If she had an invisible tail then it's probably in between her legs now. Vegeta could imagine a puppy's whine emanating from her.
"You. We are going to have a nice long talk outside, woman..." he growled in her ear before he forcefully dragged her.
"W-W-Wait up... S-S-Sadara-sama, wait, l-let me explain..." she cried out. To Vegeta, it still sounded like a puppy's cry for help.
Sadara let out a cruel smirk at her. Bulma protested wildly but Sadara was unaffected by her words as he continued to drag her outside, leaving Chichi and Cocoa looking in their general direction and feeling bad for Bulma.
"Oh no, Bulma's going to be in big trouble," Cocoa and Chichi thought.
~=-o-O-o-=~
Once outside the Barracks, Bulma was not even given a chance to heave a sigh when Sadara abruptly pushed her towards a nearby tree. It happened all of a sudden that she was not able to feel it until she perceived pain on the back of her head. She began to choke as she felt Sadara's hand grip on her neck while he effortlessly raise her up against the tree.
"How dare you fool me, you worthless slave girl..." Sadara snarled savagely. "Your action did not just make a fool out of me but of the crown prince and the second prince as well. They believed I saw you being worthy to be with Prince Tarble, only for me to learn that you are just pretending to be someone you are not. Your action is punishable by death. Should I just go back to the original order and kill you or should I bring you to the palace to be punished by the crown prince himself?"
Bulma could see the intense, icy glare Sadara was giving her. She felt like she was being absorbed into the blackness of his eyes. And yeah, the way he appeared dressed with his long black hooded cloak made him look like the actual Grim Reaper. No wonder where he got that scary nickname.
"S-S-Sadara-sama... Please... Listen..." she choked on his hand when she found him clawing his hand on the air meant to impale her with it.
A small voice from out of nowhere suddenly cut in, "Sadara-sama, please don't punish her. It was all my fault. Please spare her, I beg of you."
Vegeta turned his head to see a petite, grey skinned girl with a big bubble head and a very small body. A Tekutekseijin?
"And you are?" He asked her coldly, narrowing his eyes at the intruder.
"I am Gure, master. I beg of you to please let Miss Bulma go. It's all Gure's fault so please punish me, not her."
Vegeta bared his teeth at the audacity of this creature to give him orders and he turned his deathly glare back to Bulma who was becoming blue on his hand. He snarled ferociously before he decided to let her go, pushing her off of him. Bulma slid down against the tree trunk before she collapsed on the ground, coughing and gasping for air.
"What is the meaning of this? Explain!" he demanded imperiously.
"When Prince Tarble sent all those letters, Gure asked Miss Bulma to help her write back as I have no knowledge of how to properly write a letter meant for a prince. To be honest, Gure has no idea why Prince Tarble became interested with me. When I received a reply asking for a meet up, Gure felt so unworthy and shameful at how she would look before Prince Tarble so Gure asked Miss Bulma to go for her. I asked her... to pretend... for me."
The glare on Vegeta's eyes didn't even falter. No wonder why Tarble felt so worried that he wouldn't like her. Just by her appearance, this creature is completely unacceptable. First of all, she doesn't look anywhere compatible with Saiyan genes. And she's so small, she was like a typical stuffed toy. He immediately doubt this girl would be capable of producing an offspring or even of coupling. Second was her power. He couldn't sense any power from her. Of course, his knowledge of Tekutekseijins told him that this race possessed no fighting powers. And lastly, was her soft and overly polite personality. Aside from his first observation, his second and third seemed quite acceptable for the fact that she's the same like Tarble. Both have the same soft personality and a laughable power level.
For a moment, he considered killing both slave girls on the spot. They have no right to make a fool out of him or any of the princes. He felt maddened by their actions but he was stopped by his promise to his younger brother. He gave him his word that he will bring Gure to the palace so they would be together. Plus, Vegeta never liked taking back his orders. If he do that then these people would surely doubt his identity and he didn't want to reveal his secret as of now.
"Fine." He spat coldly. "You," he pointed at Gure, giving her a bossy stare. "Pack your things and you will come with me to the palace and work for Prince Tarble. And you!" He pointed at Bulma, who gazed back at him with fearful eyes. She clearly didn't know if she will be killed or not. "You are also to pack your things and you will come with us!"
"Eh? W-Why would I-?" Bulma muttered, completely disoriented.
"Stop questioning me and just do as I say!"
Bulma and Gure stared at each other in question. They didn't know but Sadara felt like he was some spoiled royalty shouting orders even worse than their slave master.
"What are you two looking at?! Start moving and don't make me wait! Go!"
Bulma and Gure quickly bowed before him fearfully and ran inside the Barracks to do as he said.
Not long enough, Brocco appeared before Sadara, demanding why he has to bring Bulma too, since the crown prince's orders were to bring Gure only.
"She is to be punished for what she did and I would like to do it myself." Vegeta grinned mischievously.
"But I am the slave master and I should be the one to punish her." Broco insisted.
"You heard me, slave master. I want to punish her myself." Sadara said with a flat tone.
Broco shrugged uncomfortably as he looked away, "B-But -" he protested but another ferocious glare from Sadara made Brocco shut up.
"But what?" the prince demanded with a threatening tone. His mischievous face was replaced by a cold look.
"T-That girl... Bulma... She is a valuable slave to me." Broco shrugged. Why does Sadara's glare felt like a look from an alpha to him, he didn't know.
"Valuable?"
"Yes, master."
"For what?"
"You see her beauty, right? Other than that, she cooks well. She's like the most demanded cook in the Barracks."
"Aah... I see where you're getting at," Sadara took something out of his pocket, a brown bag full of golden coins. "Then I will pay for her. Give her to me. I hope this is more than enough payment."
Broco reluctantly took the money and he was completely devastated at the amount inside. "M-Master... But..."
"What? Is it not enough?" Sadara questioned.
"No, I mean... I do not want to sell her off. Sorry." Broco said as he returned the bag to Sadara.
Sadara's glare turned colder. Well, he tried to claim the blue haired girl properly. It seemed like he has to resort into something he didn't want to do earlier. He smiled. It looked like he has to reveal his identity after all.
"You see, I couldn't care less if you want to or not. The thing is... I get everything I want. Here I tried to take the blue haired woman by paying you properly but you refused to submit yourself. It looks like I have to resort into giving a direct order."
He dramatically took his hood off and unbuttoned his cloak. The slave master's eyes almost dropped out of their sockets as he recognized the man before him, and the armor Sadara donned. That pearl white armor only a royalty was allowed to wear, and the red anchor like crest engraved on its left chest plate has confirmed his identity.
"Y-Y-Y-Your h-" Broco stuttered, looking like he has seen a ghost in front of him.
Sadara, who has revealed his true identity, gazed at Broco the way a cold hearted, commanding royal blood he was. "I, the Crown Prince of all Saiyans, Vegeta-sama, is giving you the direct order to hand me the blue haired slave whether you like it or not!"
As if the gravity has increased tremendously, Broco immediately fell down to his knees and bowed his head before the presence and mercy of the most powerful Saiyan on the planet. "M-My apologies, your highness! Please spare my life! I will surrender her to you willingly."
Vegeta smirked, satisfied that he finally got what he wanted. "Good." He said before he put his cloak back on.
Broco looked up to him, perturbed by the way the heir to the royal throne of Planet Vegeta was dressed, "B-But... Why are you dressed like that, Ouji-sama? Why do you-"
"Shut up and stop questioning me, fool! You will keep this under wraps or I will kill you myself." Prince Vegeta threatened.
Broco fell back to the ground, and bowed once again, "Y-Yes, your highness!"
Not long enough, Gure and Bulma appeared before them, with Chichi and Cocoa teary eyed behind them.
Vegeta had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes while listening to their sentimental goodbyes. After what he felt like eternity, he demanded for Gure and Bulma to follow him as they must not let Prince Tarble wait. They walked their way towards the royal city.
~=-o-O-o-=~
Once on the main Eastern gates of the royal palace, the royal guards immediately stood on their way just as they were about to enter the palace.
"Who are you and what do you-" the guards demanded with a threatening tone at the suspicious people walking trying to get into the palace.
One furious glare and the guards suddenly froze in fear, recognizing the portentous evil eyes peering back at them with a deathly intent.
Vegeta shouted, "Don't tell me you don't even recognize me!"
The guards stuttered at the words of their crown prince, "Y-Y-Your h-..."
The irate sharp eyes narrowed into malevolent slits, "Shut up, and get out of my way before I send you both to the next dimension!" he growled.
Realizing that the Crown Prince was in one of his ominous moods, the guards immediately jumped back and out of his way. "Yes! Please forgive us!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes away as he continued forward, leaving a devastated Bulma and Gure after he did that and awkwardly followed his ominous path of destruction.
"Please excuse us..." they muttered uncomfortably as they passed by them. The guards gaped at them, wondering why the crown prince was dressed like that and who were those people with him.
Sadara led them to the nearest room and told them to wait for someone called Kakarot to pick them up. Bulma and Gure asked him where he was going. He said he was going to report back to Prince Vegeta. He left them there, completely mortified by his actions inside the palace.
"I never thought Sadara-sama to be that domineering." Bulma wondered. "So am I going to die?" she asked.
"I hope not, Miss Bulma." Gure said. "Again, Gure is truly sorry you were brought into this because of me."
Bulma sighed. Yes, it was true that she always wanted to enter the palace and meet the crown prince face to face so she could exact her revenge at him for her family and planet. But she has never thought she would enter the palace as a prisoner or someone who would be put into grave punishment for helping her friend.
Bulma forced herself to smile, "Don't worry about it. Somehow, I am thankful for you gave me this chance to enter the palace."
"Are we going to be seperated from here on?" Gure asked anxiously, not really wanting to be seperated from Bulma.
"I'm not sure."
The door suddenly slid open and a Saiyan with wild hair that stood in six different directions and a friendly face greeted them. "Osu!" he said with a warm smile on his face. He was tall, muscular, fair skinned and wore a black and gold armor over black jumpsuit. Bulma and Gure looked at the newcomer.
"Oh, you must be Kakarot."
"Yes, that is me. I was ordered by Prince Vegeta to bring you to your quarters and introduce you to your co-workers. Come and follow me here." The man, Kakarot grinned invitingly and in a friendly manner.
Bulma and Gure turned to follow Kakarot out of the room and around the royal palace grounds. They entered a much smaller gate that showed them a spacious courtyard and turned left. They passed by the side of a pond parallel to a foot bridge which would lead to a lavished looking building.
While strolling across the pond, Kakarot conversed with the two girls. Due to his cheerful charisma, they both think that Kakarot is kind and friendly and they feel more comfortable around him than Sadara.
"So which one of you is Miss Gure?" asked Kakarot.
"It is me, sir." replied Gure politely.
Kakarot smiled and nodded. "Oh, I see. You looked kind of peculiar, huh?" Then he turned to the blue haired girl. "And you must be Miss Bulma."
"Yes." Bulma nodded.
"Oh... Okay. I think we should take Gure first to her quarters. She will work on Prince Tarble's palace from now on as his personal niehre."
"Niehre? What is a Niehre?" Gure asked.
"It's like a personal maid, an attendant who serves a royalty. Don't worry. Onio, your boss, is a very kind guy. He will guide you with your work." explained Kakarot.
"W-What about me?" asked Bulma in trepidation. "W-Where am I going to go?"
"Oh, you." Kakarot shrugged. "Sadara has convinced Prince Vegeta and his highness has ordered me to take you to his royal kitchen. But I guess I should take you later, the crown prince is in one of his moods again. I have no idea what it was about but we have to stay out of his way until he calms down. For now-..."
A sudden explosion made Bulma and Gure jump out of shock, the sound came from the big white building across them and they found one royal servant flying towards them and into the pond after being thrown violently out of a lavishedly designed building. A furious yell followed where the explosion occurred.
"Get out of my way, you scumbag!"
The completely frightened and dripping servant scampered out of the pond and away from Kakarot and his company in fear, crying out loud in desperation. Kakarot scratched the back of his head and laughed.
"W-W-What the hell is that?!" Bulma and Gure muttered together, completely terrified.
Kakarot turned to them, looking quite embarrassed and explained the situation to the newcomers, "That is the crown prince's palace. Like I told you, Prince Vegeta's in one of his bad moods so it's better to stay out of his way for now. Let's go to Prince Tarble's palace first."
Bulma and Gure silently stared at him as he continued walking. Kakarot looked like he was in such a hurry. They wonder how normal that scene was to him and he didn't react as terrified like they thought he would. They followed Kakarot, they passed by the Crown Prince's palace where they noticed the servants and guards panicking with fear around it as if some volcano had erupted near them. Bulma looked at the palace in interest. This is where he lives, the one who destroyed her entire life, who killed her family and exploded her planet. She learned she will be working at the crown prince's kitchen from now on, she concluded that she's one step closer to her revenge.
They entered a palace hall to a building next to the Crown Prince's palace, which belongs to the Second Prince, Tarble. Bulma noticed that the guards had made salute to Kakarot. She concluded he could be a high ranking general.
They were met by a short, pudgy Saiyan who wore the same clothes as Kakarot. Both made a salute hand sign to each other before Kakarot introduced the two girls with him to the Saiyan.
"General Onio, these are Miss Gure and Miss Bulma." Kakarot said, pointing at the two girls next to him.
"Hello, I am Onio, the attendant of the Second Prince, Tarble."
"It is our pleasure to meet you, sir." Bulma and Gure bowed politely before General Onio.
"Miss Gure is ordered by Prince Vegeta to work as Prince Tarble's personal niehre. You are given orders by his highness to teach her and guide her properly to her duties." Kakarot said as he handed him a blue envelope sealed with the royal family crest.
"Yes, I understand," Onio smiled and read the letter.
"Now, I will take Miss Bulma to the crown prince's royal kitchen. She is about to work there as a royal cook for his highness." Kakarot said.
Onio nodded, "Oh," glancing at Bulma before returning his gaze back at Kakarot, smiling again. "Alright then. Be careful. I heard he's in a terrible mood again."
"I know, thank you." Kakarot smiled genuinely. "Come now, Miss Bulma."
Bulma and Gure looked at each other and said their goodbyes again. They promised to see each other if they are allowed to do so.
Bulma followed a tensed Kakarot out of Prince Tarble's palace towards the Crown Prince's Palace Area. She noticed that everyone has finally calmed down. They did not enter the main entrance but they turned towards the backyard. They entered an enormous kitchen complete with all kinds of kitchenware. There were about twenty women dressed in green and blue armored vest, skirt and white apron, with their hair tied in a neat bun over their head. They were busy preparing a snack for the crown prince, hoping that their preparation would lessen his bad mood. Kakarot approached a Saiyan woman wearing differently from the others, because her armored vest is a lighter green. A chef's hat was over her head.
"Chef Celerie," Kakarot called her.
"General Kakarot," saluted the woman named Celerie. She has short jet black hair and sharp eyes. Bulma's first impression of her was she was a strong minded and grouchy boss.
"This is Miss Bulma," Kakarot pointed at the blue haired girl next to him. "She is your new apprentice. The crown prince gave an order for you to train and teach her properly to her duties as one of his new royal cook." He handed her the blue envelope with the seal of the royal family crest. The woman called Celerie opened it and read the letter containing the crown prince's order.
"The Crown Prince chose her himself?" asked Celerie after she read the prince's order.
"Well, someone recommended her, I hear. His protector was told by her former master that she cooks well and this reached Prince Vegeta. He was especially curious at that."
Bulma noticed that her new master was scrutinizing her from head to toe before Celerie nodded her head, "Ah... I see."
Kakarot's scouter abruptly rang on his ear, "Excuse me," he said before he pushed the button on the side of the device on his left ear and answered the call. He was unable to say hello at all as he flinched when he heard a furious shout from the other line, he could barely make out the words being uttered so fast in his ear and then the other line hang up.
Kakarot took his scouter off his left ear and sighed as he rubbed his ear painfully.
"My apologies, but the crown prince has ordered for me to be at his presence in ten seconds or he would kill me. Then, Chef Celerie, I entrust Miss Bulma to you. Jya!" He said as quickly as he could while he put his two fingers on his forehead and disappeared to thin air.
Bulma could only gape where Kakarot stood before. Did he just disappear to thin air? Her eyes then stared at her new boss who was gazing back at her like she was some kind of fresh meat.
"Alright, since this is your first day then I will let you relax for today." Said Celerie, she sounded inviting but her expression was as hard as stone. "Come with me and I will show you your room."
Bulma followed Celerie outside towards a building where the royal servants stay for the night. It was a block away from the Palace of the two Princes. They came in and Celerie showed her a fully furnished room with two beds. There was a door inside that lead to a shower room.
"This will be your room. For now, you can have it all for yourself since there is no one to occupy this room." Celerie told her.
"I like it, thank you madam." Bulma said politely.
"Now, I need to tell you that not because the crown prince has chosen you doesn't mean that you will be exempted to the rules of the servants to the royal palace." Celerie told her.
Bulma waited.
"As a royal cook, you are responsible for providing the crown prince a fresh, delicious and healthy meal. You will need to be very particular with your food preparation. From choosing the proper ingredients, to cutting them excellently, to cooking them perfectly with the right taste that would satisfy his highness.
"Here, we wake before the sun rises at 4h, and would start to prepare the crown prince's breakfast half an hour after that. Lunch is prepared at exactly 10h, an afternoon snack at 17h, dinner at 21h and if the prince requests it, a midnight snack at 26h. The food should always be served before the crown prince at exactly two hours later. And everyone who prepared for the food being served should be present at the door of the crown prince's dining room by the time he eats.
"I'll have you know by now that being a slow worker is unacceptable in here. We prepare several cuisines that must be served in the exact time it must be served. You saw just how General Kakarot was in such a hurry earlier, didn't you? It's because the crown prince hated everyone being late. One second we're late on serving him his food and every one of us will be severely punished. Remember, here, one's mistake is the mistake of everyone within the royal kitchen.
"There are times that General Nappa, who is the crown prince's attendant, would come by to check our preparations for his highness' food. Sometimes, General Kakarot or his brother, General Raditz would also check everything out. You should show them proper respect as every superior around you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand, Ma'am." Bulma nodded politely.
"That's all. Aside from those hours we are to prepare for his highness' food. You are free to do whatever you wish to do. But, you should know when or where you go to. Be warned that not everybody within this place is as kind and gentle as General Kakarot or of those within Prince Tarble's vicinity. Also, I advice you to be wary of the crown prince's whereabouts. He's definitely one person you'll want to avoid, especially when he's in a bad mood. I mean, he literally beats everything that moves in his sight. Sometimes, he kills them, too. Just a fair warning for you, girl."
Bulma gulped. Is the crown prince really that scary? He would just beat or kill anybody when he's in a bad mood? Is he a psychotic jerk?! He was lucky to be born with royal blood and such unpreceeded strength but it doesn't mean he could just go and beat everyone he thinks is lower than him!
Bulma nodded at the woman, her boss. She guessed she was wrong about her being grouchy and all.
Bulma smiled at her boss, "Thank you Madam. I will keep all your words in mind."
"Alright, I'll leave you be so you could fix your things. I'll return to the kitchen for it's about time for us to prepare lunch." Celerie smiled back. "By the way, I'll come by later after lunch to accompany you to Okura so you'll have your proper uniform."
"Yes, Thanks again."
Once Celerie has left, Bulma unpacked her things and placed them to wherever she'd like to put them. After that, she decided to go around the palace.
~=-o-O-o-=~
Vegeta and Kakarot sat at the royal garden, with the general rubbing his aching cheek where the crown prince had punched him as soon as he materialized before him after using his Instant Transmission technique.
Vegeta looked at Kakarot with disdain and asked, "You okay now?"
"You were the one who did this to me and you're asking if I'm okay?" Kakarot mumbled, pouting like a child who had his lollipop stolen to him.
Gogogo... (*rumble*)
Kakarot abruptly felt a malevolent aura next to him, a presence of an ominous beastly entity looking for blood. It was next to him, the coldness licking on his spine. He slowly turned to see Vegeta engulfed by a dark aura and glaring at him with his red eyes and his hair looking like hissing snakes. His bared canines were impossibly longer and a low, animalistic snarl rumbled on his chest.
"Uuhhh... I-I'm okay, I'm okay, your highness." Kakarot grinned sheepishly as he raised his hand as if to surrender.
Vegeta scowled and he arrogantly huffed, turning his head in the other direction with his chin up in the air and his chest puffed out with pride. "Hmph! Don't get the wrong idea! I didn't ask you that because I'm worried or anything. I was about to ask you if you were able to take Gure and Bulma to their respective workplace."
"Uh, yes. I did as you ordered. But, tell me what has made you so mad earlier?" Kakarot asked curiously.
Vegeta glared at Kakarot before sighing. Of all people, only Kakarot and his big brother, Raditz had the audacity to question his actions. Also, aside from Tarble, they were the only two people whose questions he would answer if he felt like it. Raditz and Kakarot were Vegeta's childhood friends in the world outside the palace. Outside because both Saiyans were born from the low class society. They were the sons of a low class soldier, Bardock, who has the ability to see the future. Vegeta didn't believe those things as Bardock always claimed that he could only see the future of his own family and not of everybody else. Raditz was assigned by the king to become Prince Vegeta's battle partner as a child while Kakarot joined in when he was at proper age. Despite being annoyed at them for being low class Saiyans who could never hold a candle against him, Vegeta immediately accepted them as friends after they have proven their worth and loyalty to be on his side. Years later, both Raditz and Kakarot grew strong enough to become Elites and he assigned them to become his Generals under his command. There were four of them, Kakarot, Raditz, his attendant Nappa and Paragus' son, Broly, who are in charge of protecting him as the future king of all Saiyans and Planet Vegeta.
"I was fooled. I thought that the blue haired woman was the one Tarble was talking about. The damn woman pretended to be Gure because the real Gure was shy of how she would present herself before a royal prince. So she asked Bulma to act like her. When I made my judgment, I accepted her to be worthy for my brother. Only to find out the truth this morning." Vegeta responded.
"Then what has made you bring them here even after what happened, then?" asked Kakarot again, this time, he had a sheepish grin on his face Vegeta found to be very annoying.
"I made my word to Tarble. I promised him I would have Gure assigned to his palace. Plus, I gave an order and I hated taking back orders so I just accepted the girl."
"She seemed peculiar but I know she has a gentle heart. No wonder Prince Tarble liked her."
"Yeah, I guess I could still accept her. So long as she would make Tarble happy."
"Then, what about Bulma? Why did you take her here to become one of your cooks?"
It took a minute before Vegeta answered, "I don't know but I find that woman interesting."
"Interesting in what way? I mean, I know she's a beauty but you never showed any interest with women before. This is the first time I hear you say you find one woman interesting. And to think it's an alien slave too."
Vegeta snorted at the stupid words of his general, "Hmph! Don't get the wrong idea, Kakarot! When I said interesting, I mean I find her worthy to serve me for entertainment. Not as a sex slave or a concubine or a mate. Not after what she has done! I'm sure I'll make her life here as hellish as possible."
Kakarot's eye brows furrowed, confused "Huh? You are just going to bully her around?"
Vegeta let out a mischievous smirk. "She'll see what it means to mess with me!"
~=-o-O-o-=~
It was a cold evening and Bulma could not sleep. She could be feeling uncomfortable because she was in a new place so she decided to go out for a while to have a short walk, taking her coat with her and covered it to her head to protect her from the cold night. While she quietly strode out of her place, she was surprised when she unexpectedly bumped into someone outside the building.
"Who are you?!" demanded a cold, imperious voice. It was so dark that she couldn't see who it was. She stared at the person standing right in front of her and found the eerie flaming hair of the silhouette to be quite familiar.
The man took the coat off her head and snorted. "Oh, it's just you again, slave girl." Then he peered up at her with a sadistic, mocking smile. "...Or shall I call you... 'My Puppy'? Hehehe..."
"S-Sadara-sama..." Bulma breathed his name with a sheepish smile on her lips as she realized who the man was. He wore the same black armor as Kakarot and Onio had. She shrugged uncomfortably, she didn't know how she would react after all that has happened between them earlier.
After a few tensed seconds of Sadara gazing up at her that made Bulma extremely uncomfortable, he finally pulled away and straightened himself. "Just what do you think you're doing at this time of the night, woman?" he asked, frowning. "Aren't you supposed to wake up at 4h tomorrow morning? Go to sleep."
Bulma shrugged uncomfortably as she fixed her coat over her head and wrapped her arms around her. "Uh... I couldn't sleep so I came out to burn some energy off so I can fall asleep," she replied rather awkwardly, looking away from his dark eyes.
She got the feeling that Sadara was glaring at her again, gazing at her like some kid watching at a group of small ants he was planning to squash in his fingers. She shrugged once more, feeling uncomfortable at the way he looked at her.
"Hmmm...I see." Sadara muttered in a dead voice before he slowly averted his gaze, "Come and follow me," he said before he turned and sauntered away from the Crown Prince's palace.
Bulma blinked twice and furrowed her brows together in confusion as she watched at Sadara's back as he left, wondering where he plans to take her. She let out a long sigh; she guessed she had no choice but to follow him towards a forest like garden within the palace grounds. It was very dark in here and she found herself having a hard time seeing through where she was stepping in. She realized that Sadara was not having a hard time though. Saiyans have unbelievable eye sight that allowed for them to see even through the dark.
"You should watch your step. There are many traps set on this part of the palace." Sadara told her.
Yeah, watch out for traps. As if she could see a single thing in this forest. Why is he taking her here anyways? Could it be that after what happened between them he would rape her here or worse, kill her? Is he luring her into some kind of trap?
Her thoughts were panicking and she was not able to see where she was stepping in. Sadara sensed a trap has been activated and he quickly moved to push Bulma off, but even with his speed, he and Bulma were still caught on a net trap that pulled them off the ground like fishes trapped in the fisher's net. Bulma screamed like a banshee.
Someone abruptly appeared as if a ghost before them and unceremoniously drew a ki sword on their direction. His movement was graceful and badass.
"Raditz! It's me, you idiot! Put us down this instant!" Vegeta yelled at the man.
The man he addressed stopped his assault and blinked in confusion, "Your-?"
"Put us down, damn it!" Vegeta yelled once again.
The unknown man called Raditz was quick to do the prince's order as he leapt off the ground and slashed through the net with his ki sword so Vegeta and Bulma will be freed. Vegeta gracefully landed on the ground while Raditz, a tall, muscular man with long spiky hair that goes down the back of his knees, and wore the same black and gold armor as Kakarot and Onio do, respectfully bowed in submission before the powerful crown prince. Vegeta and Raditz stared at each other before they turned their attention to Bulma who they found unconscious on the ground. She looked like some drunken woman who fell of some flight of stairs and went on a happy trip to dreamland.
"This woman," Raditz muttered as he narrowed his eyes. "She looked kind of familiar."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow at Raditz' words and stared at the woman. He snorted, "I know, right?" He remembered he got the feeling he already met Bulma before the day he first met her at the Barracks where she stood up for him.
"Yes, your highness. She looks like the girl we met on Earth when we were little."
Vegeta turned to Raditz with a puzzled look, and after he realized what his childhood best friend was talking about, he laughed out loud, "Hah! Really! Now that you've mentioned it, she really looks quite familiar." He said, remembering that particular memory.
~=-o-O-o-=~
It was thirteen years ago, he at the age of five and Raditz, who was seven, wanted to meet one year old Kakarot, who was sent to Earth as an infant for some reason. So they escaped to their spacepods to go to Earth. Once they landed there, Vegeta joked about destroying the planet after fetching Kakarot because he learns of the Earth's abundant resources like water and an inhabitable environment. If the galactic empire finds out about such planet, it would make the empire stronger and richer.
As the Young Saiyan Prince and his battle partner were talking, a little girl with blue hair tied in pigtails suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She seemed to be about the same age as the young prince. She raised what it looked like a pink laser gun towards the two Saiyan children.
"I heard what you just said! Now, get out of here before I annihilate you with this, you evil aliens!" She courageously exclaimed.
She had a fiery look on those cerulean eyes of hers as she glared at the two aliens who were planning to destroy her planet. Vegeta was amazed by those blazing azure gems and he was brought to the edge of excitement. He liked her courageous spirit. He kept his expression as neutral though.
Vegeta wondered if the girl was a soldier of Earth and his first instinct was to sense her power level and analyze her ability to fight. He scoffed at how weak looking she was.
Young Raditz laughed her off, "Ooh, it was just a little girl with no power level..." he said sarcastically as he approached the scowling Earthling girl and pat her head as if she was some kind of pet, "Run along now little girl before you meet an awful fate."
The girl became completely livid at his words and fired her laser gun at him screaming, "Don't treat me like I'm a dog!"
Boooooooooooooooooommmmm!
"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" That was Raditz's agonizing scream reverberating along a burst of a plasma beam originating from the girl's ray gun as he was sent flying past several trees for about a hundred feet away from where he last stood.
"Eeeeeeh?! W-W-What the fuck-?!'
Vegeta watched in horror as his best friend flew from the force of the girl's ray gun. He knew how much of a weakling Raditz was but it would be entirely impossible for an ordinary ray gun to be able to send a Saiyan blasting off like that. The thing in the girl's hands must be incredibly powerful.
Vegeta shook his head, ignoring the horrified and yet, excited feeling writhing in his chest. He cautiously approached the girl and asked her."Woman, are all people on this planet capable of using things like that ray gun?", something he found out which could kill a low level warrior. He saw that Raditz was barely alive though.
The girl didn't show him the same hostility she gave Raditz but her guarded glare remained as she replied, "No, but I invented it." Then she goes on explaining to him the concept of her 'Super Electromagnetic Beam Producing Laser Gun', which could completely obliterate an entire island.
He was completely amazed by her genius, and so he asked her with such interest, "How old are you?"
"I am four years old."
Vegeta was surprised at her capabilities. At the age of four years old and she has already created something capable of mass destruction. He couldn't deny the girl was a genius. Are the people of this planet as talented as her too? It would be bad if they really can. If the galactic empire learned what these Earthlings are capable of, they would all be enslaved to the empire and Vegeta never wanted for them to be stronger. It would be troublesome once he decided to destroy the galactic empire.
Escaping back to his pod with a barely alive Raditz, Vegeta returned to his home planet to lead his army on purging the Earth. He told them to find all the Earthlings they deemed worthy of serving the Saiyan Kingdom and slaughter the useless. He also ordered for Kakarot's retrieval, who he learned have suffered from amnesia. After the search, Vegeta has destroyed the planet to atoms in order to prevent the empire from learning such a planet existed. Only a few Earthlings have survived serving the Saiyans to this day.
~=-o-O-o-=~
As Vegeta watched at the unconscious blue haired woman on the ground, he couldn't help but wonder if this woman and the Earthling girl he met as a child were the same person.
If his guess was true then he could just imagine just how much she hated him for destroying her planet and killing her family and friends. Somehow, deep inside, Vegeta felt two contradicting emotions, one was the same excitement he felt when he first met her as a child. The other was hurt. He felt hurt knowing that the girl he became interested hated him to the core and probably cursed him to the deepest pits of hell.
He decided he really should keep his real identity a secret from her for now.
