Without a word, feelings keep growing
This can't go on like this
How did I become this way?
How did I fall for you this much?
I don't even know
Why are you lingering around me?
Whatever you do, I notice
Whatever I do, I'm curious about you
Why are you lingering around me?
What should I do?
I keep thinking of you
Tell her! What're you doing?
Tell her! What're you doing?
Don't make me look somewhere else like a fool
I wanna tell you
You're the one in my heart you are my only one
Being too in love
Makes one cry
I didn't understand that before
But the moment I saw you
Tears welled up in my eyes
I think it's love
Why are you lingering around me?
Whatever you do, I notice
Whatever I do, I'm curious about you
I only think of you
Like this I keep wanting to kiss you
Tell her! What're you doing?
Tell her! What're you doing?
Don't make me look somewhere else like a fool
I wanna tell you
You're the one in my heart you are my only one
Even if I'm so clumsy
I wanna stay by your side Is it love?
It has to be love
I wanna be your man
Tell her! What're you doing?
Tell her! What're you doing?
I believe that the person who came to me is you
I wanna tell you
You're the one in my heart you are my only one
~"Talk Love" by K. Will (Descendants of the Sun OST)
Episode 15
The First Snowfall on Planet Vegeta
Kakarot and Chichi took a seat at the center aisle of the movie theater, with big buckets of popcorn and large drinks on Kakarot's arms.
Both are excited about the romantic movie they chose to view, however, when Kakarot's scouter alarmed due to an order from the Saiyan Crown Prince…
"I'm sorry," Kakarot apologized after he hang up the call. "We need to go. The Crown Prince has a direct order for me to see him in the palace."
The General felt sorry that they needed to return to the palace immediately and even before the movie begins.
"Oh?" Chichi muttered in disappointment. "What is it about?"
"He said he found something interesting about Bulma. He doesn't seem pleased though. I need to go back before he decides to go berserk about it. Let's see this movie next time, okay?"
Both felt disappointed that they were not able to see the movie but orders are orders, especially to the General who teleported back to the palace with Chichi. He left her on the doors to her quarters then he rushed towards the Crown Prince. Chichi felt like she was being stood up once again due to the Saiyan Royal Heir. This was the second time that has happened.
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It was early in the morning that Bulma arrived at the Palace. Earlier, she had musings whether to return here to see him or not. After much given thought, she decided that she will return to her duties as Prince Vegeta's cook. After all, she has not officially resigned yet.
Donning her green armored vest over blue short sleeved spandex jumpsuit with a matching apron on her waist, she excitedly presented herself to her superior, Celerie and her friend, Chichi while they were preparing for the Crown Prince's breakfast. She wanted to surprise them about her return to work. However, it looked like it was her who was going to be stunned by their unexpected news instead.
"Eeeeeeh?!" Bulma whined in surprise. "W-What do you mean by I got reassigned?!"
"Prince Vegeta has assigned you to become his personal niehre. It was a direct order we received just moments before you arrived. His Royal Highness specifically ordered me to take you to General Nappa and have him prepare you on your first day." Celerie explained as she led her inside the Crown Prince's Palace. Bulma walked briskly beside her former superior in the hallway, looking like she was taking the situation as a joke. She can't be serious!
(Niehre -Personal maid. Same job of Gure when she first entered the Palace before becoming Tarble's mate, see Episode 2.)
"But… B-B-But… I… I can't..! I mean, I can't become the Crown Prince's niehre! I just can't!" Bulma protested.
Nappa was waiting along with a few other palace maids at the end of the long hallway. The girls, who were young but came from various alien races, wore a black dress with white collars and trim, with a full skirt at above knee length, white vest, laced and ruffled white half-apron wrapped around their slim waistline. Black and white ruffled headpiece, knee-high black socks and high heeled black leather boots. They look like some cute anime maids with that kind of attire.
"Hey! Hehehe…" Nappa greeted, waving his right hand. "It's good to see you here, Bulma! Do you remember me?"
Bulma gave the burly man a forced yet reluctant smile, though she inwardly shrugged in disgust about the huge, frightening Saiyan. The man's physical appearance still gives her the creeps despite his friendly approach to her. He was towering everyone with that almost seven feet height and overly buff build. His image is like that of a big, tough wrestling champion. Bulma wondered if that was the reason why he became one of Prince Vegeta's bodyguards. He would make a good person shield for someone who looks like a twelve year old brat.
"Certainly." Bulma responded uncomfortably, remembering the only two times she encountered him. One was she was caught staring at Vegeta's direction and the other was when Kakarot teleported with the other three Generals right in front of her. (See Episodes 4 and 7).
"General Nappa, I'll leave the rest to you." Celerie said before she carefully turned around to return to her duties in the Crown Prince's Kitchen.
"So I guess you and I will be working together from now on, huh?" Nappa chuckled delightedly. Bulma felt revulsion at the mere thought.
"No." Bulma immediately protested. She turned towards Celerie and grabbed her arm, pleading her. "Please tell me you are not serious throwing me in here."
"It's his highness' order, Bulma. I'm sorry." Celerie told her.
Bulma shook her head as she continued to deny the offer, "But… I… I can't. I just can't…"
"We can't defy orders, you know. When Prince Vegeta wants you to be his personal niehre, then you must. It would upset him greatly if you defy him."
"Why? Don't you want to work with me?" Nappa suddenly butt in. "I don't know how I should feel about that."
"No, it's not like that!" she quickly denied.
"But you're too creepy to become my workmate," she helplessly thought to herself.
"Either that or it's because she knows she'll be with me all the time." the sound of that voice made them all quiet. Everyone turned to the newcomer's direction, and found Prince Vegeta pouting childishly at their direction with his arms crossed over his bared pectorals. He's still in his silky royal blue bedtime robe and pajamas.
"Your highness," Nappa addressed with utmost respect, thinking the prince was in a terrible mood. Aside from Bulma, everybody put their heads down in submission.
The prince stepped forward towards his attendant, stopped in front of him and put his hands over his waist. "I didn't say she'll be your workmate, Nappa. She will work with none other than me." he declared.
"Yes, your highness." Nappa said before he realized what the prince meant. He quickly gazed to the prince with huge eyes, "What?!"
"Give her the uniform." Vegeta commanded, ignoring his attendant's stunned reaction. Nappa quickly handed over Bulma her new uniform, who was forced to accept it against her own wishes.
"You!" Vegeta pointed abruptly at Bulma, causing her to stagger back with big, wide eyes. "Follow me here! The rest of you are dismissed for now! Await my command within the next thirty minutes." he imperiously announced before he regally marched back to his personal quarters.
Bulma just glared at his back without moving a muscle. Why must she follow him? She doesn't want to do that! She's not a dog for him to order around! She straightened herself, frowning at the thought. She will not follow him! She stood there stubbornly, ignoring the odd looks she was receiving from Nappa and the other maids.
Realizing that Bulma has no plans of tailing him, Vegeta stomped back and unceremoniously dragged her on her arm. Bulma tried to protest but just as always, she was unable to do anything against his grip. Nappa and the others were left gaping outside as Vegeta slammed his door shut.
"Uhhmmm… What time is it again?" Nappa asked nobody in particular.
"It's 5h, General." Celerie responded timidly.
"Isn't he up a little too early today?"
Nappa noticed that Vegeta was typically still asleep until 8h. What a miracle has the deity of Saiyans bestowed today and the prince was up this early!
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Vegeta finally let go of Bulma's arm once they were inside his private room.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Bulma screeched as soon as she was free, shooting a furious glare towards him.
"Orienting you to your new job," Vegeta quickly answered nonchalantly.
"What?!" Bulma abruptly shouted in agitation as she looked at him oddly like he just grew a second head.
The prince put his fists over his slim waist and raised his chin to declare bossily, "From this day onward, you are to become my personal niehre. You have to follow me around, serve me and obey all orders I command you to do. That's just all."
"Why did you suddenly decide on that, huh?!" Bulma bellowed once again. "No! I will not be your personal servant!" As to prove her words true, she indignantly hurled her uniform towards him.
He smirked in a lofty way as he caught what she just threw at him effortlessly, "Too bad you have to do just that as it is my direct order." Vegeta teased as he returned her uniform to her. "And what's the difference with being my maid and my cook? You were my servant since you first set foot in this palace." he reminded.
"The difference is that I'll have to see your face and be with you every single moment!" Bulma yelled back as she tried to push the clothes back to him.
"And don't you want that?" The prince smirked with a smug, sexy look on his face.
She fell silent at those cocky words. She rolled her eyes at his unbelievable conceitedness as she muttered under her breath. "Jerk…"
He was absolutely correct. He caught her once again. The truth is, the reason why she tried to deny her new job offer was the fact that she would always be with him from now on. It was something she actually wanted deep inside her heart but she tried to deny it because she felt anxious and uncomfortable about the consequences if she were to be around him all the time. She was afraid her emotions for the man would grow deeper as she would be so close to him from now on.
"Tell me, why do you persist in defying my direct order?" Vegeta demanded rather harshly.
Bulma raised her chin haughtily to respond, "Why should I follow your orders? I am not your people!"
"You are my person." he insisted.
"Says who?!" she retorted.
"Says me, and my word is law on this planet." he smirked. "I don't see a need for a personal niehre. I have an attendant to do just that. You already met Nappa, he might look like a scary, brainless, enormous buffoon but he did a good job babysitting me all these years."
Bulma wanted to disagree as he turned out to be a spoiled, haughty and pushy royal brat.
"Then why did you assign me for this job then?!" Bulma demanded heatedly.
Vegeta leaned forward to stare at Bulma eye to eye, their noses barely touching. This caused the noisy woman to go into silent mode. "Here we go again…" Bulma thought at the back of her head, falling into the hypnotic and powerful force of his dark gaze. After nearly a minute of staring into each other's eyes he finally said, "Because… I want you to do something for me." he responded in a low voice.
"W-What?" she stuttered as she finds herself caught once more in his hypnotizing eyes. Why does he always do this to her? She thought he could be playing mind games on her. Or does he have the power of hypnotism too? She thought she wanted to avoid staring into his eyes from now on.
The prince straightened, pulling away from her and freeing her from the hold of his gaze. The corners of his mouth crooked upwards as an amused smirk stretched upon his lips. He always knew how to bewitch her and make her submit.
"I will show you later." he assured.
Bulma gathered her thoughts and shook her head to get rid of the dazed effects of her mind, "B-But how about my family? You just returned me to them and now you're taking me back already?!"
"Don't worry. I'll have Raditz tell them my order. Also, you may visit them every seventh day. How does that sound?"
Ha! This brat really is the pushiest man she has ever met her entire life!
He turned his back on her, not waiting for her response. He pulled off his upper robe, making Bulma scream and jump back in apprehension, "What do you think you're doing?!" she gasped, hugging her shoulders as she stared at him wide eyed with stun.
Vegeta turned his head on her direction, a frown on his face. "Taking my bedtime robe off! What does it look like to you?! It's not like it's your first time seeing me shirtless!" he responded with an annoyed tone. Seeing that look on Bulma's face, his frown melted into a playful smirk. "Just shut up, relax and enjoy the sexy view. That's a direct order." and then he mischievously winked at her.
Ha! Such conceitedness this haughty man has!
Assured that he won't be doing anything jumpy on her, she tried to relax and did what she was told. Goodness! She's staring at his beautiful sculpted back, in awe at the well defined muscles of his body once again. His olive skin tone looked so perfect. Gosh, he must be some godly being pretending to be a mortal with that kind of body! He was absolutely right about him having such a sexy view.
He turned away, folding his robe neatly and putting them away on the laundry bin, all the while smirking at how he could sense her eyes roaming at his sexy royal body.
"I'll be taking a bath. Your first job for today is to prepare my royal bath. Come with me and I'll teach you how." he said. And then he shouted at the door. "Nappa!"
"Yes, your highness!" Nappa immediately responded.
"Tell the maids to leave my royal armor at my bedside, assemble the royal guards on morning duty at the field. Today will be their first training day under me."
"I will do as you command, your highness." Nappa obeyed and he left.
"Let's go, Bulma."
Vegeta led Bulma towards his bathroom. Bulma cannot believe just how enormous, elegant and luxuriant his bathroom was. It was complete with a sauna, a spa, a bathtub, a shower, three toilets, two sinks, a huge mirror on the lavishly decorated wall, dark brown wooden cabinets filled with fresh towels, bathrobes, first class toiletries and fragrances. He actually knows what his servants exactly do when they prepare his royal bath. He instructed her and let her do them as it is her work. He told her of his preferences and whatever he didn't like. Bulma tested the fragrances and bubble bath, and she was astonished by how special and ambrosial they were. No wonder why he always smelled so good. But then, after all, he was a royalty, the future king of the Saiyans and one of the most powerful warriors in the universe.
After his bath was prepared, Bulma went out of the bathroom still in astonishment. She couldn't believe this is happening to her! She was told to change her uniform to what she should be wearing now that she's the Crown Prince's personal niehre.
Once she was done with changing her clothes and putting her chef uniform aside. She looked around at Vegeta's private quarters and was awed by how aristocratic and gilt-edged the things in his room were. She didn't give much attention to it the first time she was here but now that she noticed it, her breath was taken away.
Starting from the sliding door entrance, there's a heel high mahogany study table with a leather top and a red cushion seat that is across the door. Another sliding door was on the right side, leading to the prince's bed room. On the left side were a huge shelf filled with some books and notebooks, and a closed type cabinet made with the same materials as the study table.
If you enter the bedroom, a king sized bed which frame is made of pure gold and mahogany will greet you on the wall across the entrance door. Another door that leads to the prince's private bath was on the farthest corner. Another but taller mahogany study table was next to the bed's right side, a chair and another bookshelf. There was a lamp on the table, and some papers. There is a huge wardrobe with sliding doors on the left side. The wardrobe was as big as an entire room, filled with different men's clothing and shoes, some of which fits children. Does he collect clothes and costumes or does he use them in his disguises?
"Woah…" she gasped to herself in awe as she went around, gaping at his belongings.
When she found the shelf on the prince's bedroom, she walked towards it curiously. She already knew he was a bookworm since he has his own personal library. She found books about martial arts, physics and politics and some notebooks containing his studies about his fighting skills and techniques. Some contained sketches of martial arts techniques with angles, minutia of computations for power, speed, accuracies, damages, etc. Some about his ki based blasts, beams, explosives, etc. Bulma realized that Vegeta creates his techniques on his own and was floored by how resourceful and intelligent he actually was.
Once she was done going through his notes, she turned to his study table to see what he was being busy about these days, and found what she was looking for yesterday evening lying openly in there.
'Huh? What was it doing in here?' she thought.
Hearing that someone was coming, she quickly ran towards the nearest hiding place she could fit herself into. She found herself inside his wardrobe. She saw the maids carefully and silently put the Crown Prince's royal armor set in his bedside. They stepped aside and waited on the sides. Just how long are they going to stay in there?
Thirty minutes later, Vegeta came in, having only a white towel loosely wrapped around his slim waist. He looked around, probably searching for her. Not finding her anywhere, he unceremoniously dropped his towel on the floor. Bulma's eyes bulged out at what he did. He was completely naked in front of his maids! The maids don't seem fazed about his uncivilized actions though. Bulma felt like her head was spinning as her mind went cloudy at the view of his bared back. She couldn't take her eyes off his nicely shaped buttocks. At the back of her mind, she wished he would turn around as she was curious about his entire front view. She marvelled at what she was watching at, dazed, daydreaming of perverse thoughts, and was completely mesmerized by the show of the sexy man in front of her. Something fell from the side and hit her toe nail, which caused her to stagger backwards in agony and waking her up back to reality. She collapsed on her back at the floor, feeling as if it was the most agonizing pain she ever felt her entire life.
Vegeta spun around in surprise, staring at Bulma in complete shock. When Bulma realized what just happened, she stopped her whining and opened her eyes. She was completely frozen by the inhuman sight above of her eyes.
…
…
…
So huge…
Bulma screamed bloody murder, and continued screaming like that as she pointed at his golden eggs before fainting at the glamorous sight.
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"What the fuck were you doing in there anyways?!" Vegeta demanded once Bulma has recovered from her shock.
"Why the hell are you even fully naked in front of your maids?!" Bulma shouted back.
"Of course, that's because I just took a bath and was about to be dressed!"
"You seriously can't be naked in front of women! It's undecent!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes at her nagging. Saiyans don't really care about showing their skin unclothed with their servants. After all, they only see them as nothing but lower than them. Just tiny little things. So Vegeta doesn't really find being naked in front of his servants as something to worry about.
Raditz, Kakarot and Broly were on the farthest side of the wall, stifling their laughter.
"Enough of this, woman! I'll be late in the morning assembly because of your nagging!" The prince grunted, dismissing the nonsense matter.
"Why do you take this incident as something that doesn't even bother you?!"
"Because it's just normal!" the prince shouted back.
Vegeta indignantly stomped out of his room, feeling so annoyed. Seriously, she's just being exaggerated! Why should he bother about being naked in front of his servants anyways? He knew they enjoyed the sexy view of his wonderful body, most especially her. He could not understand why she continued to deny just how amazed she was.
"Come now, Bulma." Raditz invited. Bulma reluctantly joined them as they followed the irate prince towards the dining room where he ate his breakfast. Nappa noted her that as Vegeta's personal niehre, she must walk on his left side, a meter behind the prince.
After breakfast, they proceeded to the throne room. Bulma and the others were left outside. The Generals were instructing her about her duties as a personal niehre. Nappa noted that she is his first ever personal niehre so she must do her best. Bulma was not happy about knowing her duties. Why must she serve that royal jerk? She's not anyone's servant!
About an hour later, the Ministers exited the throne room. Everyone, except for Bulma who was obviously in a terrible mood, bowed before the Prime Minister Paragus. She just glared at the Prime Minister, not caring about who or what he is. The dark skinned bearded Saiyan eyed the new addition to the Crown Prince's personal servants with a critical eye, recognizing her to be the alien slave the Crown Prince was being so fond of. The woman not bowing down before him made the Prime Minister seethe with ire. The Ministers gazed at Bulma with a warning look but Bulma tried her best not to be intimidated by the stare these old men were giving her. Why must she bow down to him or to them? She's not Saiyan! And not even lower than these barbaric bastards! She knows she is more intelligent than a lot of them.
The dark skinned Saiyan stepped forward towards the proud, defiant woman. "You." Paragus growled heatedly. "I guess the crown prince doesn't know how to discipline his subordinates and teach them how to pay their respects to their superiors. I am the Prime Minister! How about I teach you a lesson about palace etiquette?"
Prince Vegeta came out of the throne room and saw what was happening between Bulma and the Ministers. Finding Bulma not bowing down on the Prime Minister impressed him deep in his heart and he couldn't help the proud smirk stretching wide upon his lips. He knew she's not someone who would just bow down to anyone and obey them. Not even him, who became her love interest, was able to do that despite his ruthless and powerful reputation.
"Is something the matter, Paragus?" the prince demanded as he strolled regally towards them. He thought he needed to before Paragus decides to reduce her to ashes. Everyone turned to him with their heads bowed down to show respect, except Bulma again.
"Nothing much, your highness." Paragus said as he raised his head. "I was just surprised to see that you assigned a personal niehre for the first time."
"What is it to you?" Vegeta said with a cold tone.
Paragus smiled a fake smile, "Nothing, your highness. Like I said, I was just surprised at that." then his smile faded into a scowl. "However, it's no surprise your servants are as arrogant and defiant as you are."
"Hmph!" The crown prince snorted. "I know, right? It's good that you noticed that. After all, I wouldn't want my personal servants bowing down before anyone unworthy to be respected." and then he gave him a wide, haughty smirk. "Learn to mind your own business. It is up to me how I would discipline my servants and how I want them to act around others."
After that warning message, Prince Vegeta walked away, with his Generals and his servants tailing him from behind. Paragus and the Ministers were left breathless at the words of the royal brat.
"He said he wouldn't want his personal servants bowing down before anyone unworthy. So is that the reason why she's not bowing down to him either?" mumbled Kabu.
The others sent him a warning glare, hushing him to keep quiet. Once the prince was out of earshot, the ministers proceeded to their office, led by Paragus. There, they begin complaining and talking about Bulma and the Crown Prince.
"Ha! What the fuck?! Isn't that the same woman in the rumors and scandals our arrogant Crown Prince had?" Kabu said.
"Yes, she is." Nasu confirmed. "I thought the king said the Crown Prince has gotten rid of that girl?! I can't believe this! He even made her his personal niehre! What the hell is wrong with that brat?!"
"And to think it's the same woman the king is being suspicious about being the alien rebel in the palace." Kabu snickered.
"The Crown Prince must have a plan with her which is why he assigned her to become as close to him as possible." Paragus said.
"Considering he has an intimate feeling for this woman, he could try to hide her connections with the rebels if he finds anything suspicious."
Paragus chuckled darkly, "Well, can't you see it? If it is indeed true that the woman is indeed the rebel spy in the palace and Prince Vegeta is cooperating with her by trying to conceal the truth, then he can be dethroned for treason against his own people."
The other Ministers turned to his direction with wide eyes, agreeing silently that he's right about that.
"Let him do whatever he likes. In the end, all he does are things we can use against him to dethrone him. Any news about the search for that savior of the rebels?"
"My men are currently searching for alien scientists across the planet, Prime Minister." answered Soi.
"We must hurry before the Crown Prince notices our plan and finds about the rebels first." Paragus ordered.
~=o-O-o=~
Two guards dashed hastily throughout the palace for being late on the Crown Prince's training they were expected to attend. They didn't receive the message from Nappa on time and so they were scampering like mice out of terror.
"Damn it, Peppa! We really shouldn't have drunk ourselves last night! I completely forgot about the training!" cried a lanky dark haired Saiyan.
"Hurry up Gariku! The Crown Prince would kill us for sure!" howled a bulkier one.
Both wore the gray and navy blue armor of the Crown Prince's palace guards. They continued running until they reached the Crown Prince's royal house. Just further behind that was the forest maze and a wide, open field where everyone must have gathered for the training.
As they scampered towards the Crown Prince's palace, they quickly fell into their knees down the ground when they found Prince Vegeta walking rather timidly towards his royal palace.
"Y-Your highness!" They both gasped in horror as they bowed down. The prince slowly turned to them momentarily with a blank, cold expression in his eyes but he didn't say a word. He silently turned away, completely ignoring them and continued walking inside his royal palace, leaving the two guards frozen on the ground.
"Huh? Aren't we supposed to be training?" Gariku wondered.
"Maybe he didn't feel like training us today." Peppa responded.
Gariku relaxed his shoulders, and hung his head with sigh of relief. "Aaaaah, good grief! I thought I was going to die today!"
"Me too!"
"But where are the others?"
"Hmm… Probably still at home."
"I guess so."
The two decided to come to the guard's office and rest in there. It was until the guards on night shift duty found them that they got questioned.
"Hey, Gariku! Peppa! What are you guys doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the fields to train?" asked Kondai.
"There's no training today. We saw the Crown Prince earlier, he went back to his private quarters." Peppa muttered.
The guards on night duty looked at each other with puzzled looks, "Did he?"
"Yes, I think I saw him earlier returning to his room. I thought he is in a bad mood that's why Nappa and the others aren't with him. And seems he's back into those disguising get ups again."
"But where did the guards on morning duty went to earlier? I thought I heard from Nappa the prince was in a bad mood because two are absent on the first day of training. He must be talking about you two."
Gariku and Peppa's eyes went huge. "H-H-He did?! Oh no!"
The two quickly rushed out of their office to report to General Nappa. The burly General was displeased at their appearance. Even their co-workers were glaring daggers at them. It looked like no one is happy to see them around here.
"Salute!" Gariku and Peppa stood in attention before the bald and burly Commander-in-chief of the Saiyan Royal Army.
"Where did you two run off earlier?!" The enormous General imperiously demanded, looking displeased at the sight of these two timid royal guards. "Did you know what happened to everyone when his highness finds out two are missing in attendance?! Everyone was severely punished because of your insolence!"
"Sir, our apologies, sir! We admit of running late earlier sir. But we met his highness on the way, sir. We thought he was not training us so…"
Nappa's face became more furious, "How can you meet his highness when he's with us the entire time until now?! And we didn't see the both of you until now either!"
"Eh? B-B-But…" Gariku and Peppa stared at each other, confused.
"We saw him, sir. He proceeded to his private quarters without you guys so we thought he's not training us today. We even talked to him!" Peppa insisted.
"What are you two talking about now?! Did you receive a direct order?! Did he literally tell you there's no training today?! Did you hear me say he's not training you?!" Nappa shouted.
Peppa shrugged his shoulders, gazing down on the floor with a guilty stare, "No, sir."
"Prince Vegeta is with us the entire time! Are you making up pathetic excuses for your insolence?! I'll punish you two severely!"
"But General Nappa, please believe us! We really did saw him. Even some guards on night duty said he returned to the palace an hour ago."
Prince Vegeta, along with Bulma, Raditz, Kakarot and Broly found the guards and his attendant arguing about being absent on training. He was supposed to be on his way to his personal library when he saw the commotion between Nappa and the absent guards during this morning's training session.
Raditz cleared his throat and the three immediately stopped arguing and bowed before the royal heir to the throne. Vegeta threateningly approached the three and imperiously demanded, "What the fuck is happening here, Nappa?!"
Nappa responded in a submissive voice, "Your highness, I was scolding these two for not attending your training earlier."
The prince turned his head on the timid looking guards. "You two, why are you not present earlier?!"
The two guards responded, stammering, "It's because…"
"They say they saw you enter your private quarters earlier, your highness." Nappa cut in.
The prince's icy glare shifted to Nappa, "Shut up, Nappa. I'm not talking to you." he told him coldly.
Nappa shrugged and looked away, "My apologies, your highness."
Vegeta turned back to the guards, "Is his words true?"
The two guards gulped, "Y-Yes, your highness."
"I was at the field the entire time just as Nappa was saying. And you tell me you saw me returning to my private quarters an hour ago?"
"Yes, your highness."
The prince stared up to his attendant with a confused stare before he returned his glare to the guards. His eyes were like icicles and the two guards felt as if they were pierced by those in their chests.
"Are you two messing up with us?" he asked in a cold tone. "Unless it is a direct order from me or my Generals, you shouldn't presume things on your own. Be grateful that I'm in no mood to deal violence with you two. I'll let this incident slip this time but be careful next time or I might just obliterate all of you where you stood. Do you understand?"
Frozen in their places, the two guards swallowed fearfully and responded, stammering, "Y-Yes, your highness."
"You two will join the next batch later. Don't disappoint me."
"Yes, your highness."
The prince walked away with his three other Generals and his niehre following him from behind. Nappa sighed in utmost relief.
"You're lucky to survive that one." Nappa said.
Gariku and Peppa just stared blankly at each other, confused.
~=o-O-o=~
Vegeta was intrigued by what the guards told him. How did they saw him if he was in the field with the other guards? He immediately dismissed that thought. They must be hallucinating or making things up to find an excuse for their lack of attendance.
He proceeded to his personal library, to be respectfully greeted by Goyo. He, Bulma and his three Generals went through the shelves as the prince searched for all the books he needed. He threw the books towards his subordinates who caught them in midair. After he got everything he needed, he went to his study table and sat on the chair.
While the Prince was studying, he ordered Bulma to get him his journal on the study table on his bedroom. In his thoughts, he wanted Bulma to find and ask about the papers she will find on the table. After a while of complaints and arguments, Bulma went to get what he required after all. While Bulma was away, Raditz quietly suggested that the prince date Bulma also.
"Why should I do that?!" Vegeta mumbled with a bored tone, his eyes glued to his book.
"Because Kakarot here had a happy night dating Chich - ooommmmmph!"
"Raditz!" Kakarot hissed, quickly shut his older brother's mouth with his hand.
The prince gazed up from his book to his Generals, "What was that?" he asked.
"It's nothing, your highness. It's nothing!" Kakarot grinned broadly. Vegeta frowned at the dumb look on the youngest General's physiognomy. While Raditz was blue under Kakarot, his arms swaying around as he let out loud muffled cries. The prince looked at his best friend curiously before he gazed back to Kakarot.
"Let go of him," The prince ordered in an icy tone.
Feeling a chill ran up his spine upon knowing what that glare on the prince's eyes meant, Kakarot immediately obeyed. "Y-Yes, your highness."
Raditz wheezed as he was finally able to breathe. "Damn it, Kakarot! Were you trying to kill me just now?!"
"Sorry, niisan. But can't you at least keep your mouth shut?" Kakarot hissed.
Vegeta knew the two were talking about what he discovered yesterday. He remembered finding Chichi on the way out of the royal cook's sleeping quarters. While he sensed Kakarot hiding in one of the posts to avoid being seen by him. He was in a good mood yesterday just as today so he didn't bother to take notice. However, why is everyone trying to make excuses to him anyways? That made him so frustrated.
Vegeta pushed his chair behind him as he rose from his seat in indignation, angrily shutting the book he was previously reading causing his three Generals to shoot their heads up in his direction in trepidation. He raised his right hand, his palm open, facing upwards and fingers curled. Dazzling tendrils of white ki gradually coalesced into a bright orb of light the same size as a handball. It levitated lightly over his palm as if it was defying gravity itself. Thinking it was a deadly ki ball, his Generals stared up at him wide eyed and alarmed.
Then they immediately sensed something quite familiar with the light ray being emitted by the sphere. Blutz waves. They could feel its faint presence through their tails, as if sparks of electricity tingled from the tip of their tails and went up to their spine, sending bolts throughout their nerves though it wasn't enough to make them transform into their beast forms yet.
"Your highness!" Raditz gasped in amazement, his eyes glued to the tempting light. "Y-You did it!"
Vegeta stared at the ball floating in his hand with a frown. It is made of purely concentrated Blutz wave energy. His mind calculated the possibilities of increasing the amount of Blutz Waves being emitted by its light. He was convinced that if he mix oxygen into the heat and light being radiated off the ball after he burst it into a bigger orb in the planet's atmosphere, then it is possible to create the enough green spectrum radiation necessary for Saiyans to initiate their Oozaru transformations.
"Hmmm…" He murmured to himself as he carefully analyzed his new technique in his thoughts.
He frowned as he dissipated the ball in his hand and sat back down on his chair. He saw an alarming problem with that new technique of his. It required a tremendous amount of ki power to create one ball and execute that bursting and mixing process. It could be exhausting as well and might result to a typical Saiyan's death. In this case, he could be the only one who might be able to use that technique given how powerful he is and that he has too much ki power to spare.
"Too bad," he muttered. "Saiyans required seventeen million zeno units of Blutz waves energy being absorbed through the retina to initiate the Oozaru transformation. The Power Ball I created can indeed create Blutz waves but not necessary enough to begin the transformation. Another process has to be done in order to create the seventeen million zeno units of Blutz Waves. By combining the Power Ball with the oxygen in the planet's atmosphere, we can create an artificial moon that can help us transform into our beast forms anytime and anywhere we want to."
"Woah! That's amazing, your highness!" Kakarot gasped in complete amazement, though he really didn't understand what Vegeta was saying at all. He was just being amazed at those numbers and explanations.
"However… There is a problem." The prince continued with a frown.
"Eh? W-What is it?"
"The creation of the Power Ball already required a huge amount of ki energy, while the next process of bursting and mixing would also require more power so it can be executed. In any case, only the Super Elite Saiyans can create such a technique as we have more ki power to spare."
"Eh? B-But you're the only one ranked as a Super Elite warrior around here." Raditz complained.
"That's exactly what I'm saying." Vegeta huffed.
"So what would happen if other Saiyans try to create one?" Broly asked.
"They will die, of course."
The three Saiyan Generals hung their heads in disappointment. So there's no way even Elite Saiyans like themselves can do that technique?
Bulma returned and handed Vegeta his journal and a pen. But before he could take notes of his discovery, she showed him the papers she found on his table.
"I forgot to ask you earlier but where did you get these?" she inquired.
The prince raised an eyebrow innocently at what she was trying to show him. He turned to his Generals and commanded them to leave him and Bulma to talk alone. After the Generals left along with the librarian, the prince faced the woman, "Someone sent them to me." he lied.
Bulma's eyes went huge at that, "What do you mean someone sent you these? T-These are the papers I was looking for yesterday!"
"Ooh, really?" The prince's tone was suspicious.
Bulma felt as if he was being suspicious of the papers, she wondered why.
"So what is it about?" he asked, still acting as if he didn't know anything about those prints.
She looked away and mumbled, "This is supposedly a gift for you from Dad and me that is why I tried to keep it as a secret to you."
With that, the prince's frown melted as the sides of his lips crooked upwards. "A gift?" He repeated impressively. Inwardly, he felt glad at those words and childishly giggled at the thought.
"We plan to build you a new training room with enhanced gravity simulator to help you in your training as thanks for reuniting us together."
"I see," he said. He knew she was being honest with her answers since he exactly knew what those papers meant so he let his suspicions slip this time. He gave her a mischievous smirk. "Therefore, I order you to create it as soon as possible. That is the sole reason why I hired you to become as close to me as possible. You shall create and provide me all the necessary training technology that I would need to grow stronger. My private mechanical engineer. That is going be your real job. I know you want that, don't you?"
At first, Bulma couldn't believe that offer. She fell silent as she gaped at him in disbelief. But later a wide, glad grin on her lips slowly brightened her expression, showing her excitement at the opportunity to build and invent new things, "Are you serious?!"
"Of course." The prince smirked at her. He remember she told him last night about her favorite hobby and that's what he wanted to give her as a job. "However… This job shall be confidential. You will work exclusively in my personal training chambers under my supervision. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sure! Sure!"
"Very well, then." he said. "I shall take you to my private training chambers for you to see what you will need to improve there. Let's go."
The heir to the Saiyan throne rose from his seat and led the way towards his training chambers. They went out of the library, strolled around the Crown Prince's palace grounds until they reached a white building. They entered through an enormous pair of heavy looking metallic double doors and into a long white hallway. Everyone they passed by would immediately halt whatever they were doing to respectfully bow down before the royal heir to the throne of Planet Vegeta, silently wondering to themselves what a niehre was doing with him instead of Nappa or his other Generals.
They reached the end of the hallway and were met by a heavily built metallic door made from the toughest metal in the entire universe, the Kachin-Kachin. It look like a gigantic vault or something. On the left side of the door was a small biometric scanner and built in speaker and microphone for voice recognition. It only recognizes Prince Vegeta, Nappa and the chief technician of the training room.
Putting his left thumb over the fingerprint scanner and called, "Computer."
A single beeping sound reverberated from the speaker and a soft, female monotone voice, "Yes, Prince Vegeta?"
"Open the doors and activate all lights within the training chamber."
"As you command, your highness."
With a loud whooshing sound, the metal door opened, sliding sidewards. The lights turned on, completely illuminating the room. Once the two of them were inside the enormously spacious room, Bulma took her time to look around, completely astonished by the vastness of it. This place could be thrice the size of a football field. The floor was filled with red marbled tiles and heavily built white walls. Above them was a glass window, showing a watch room for observants and an office for those who worked in here.
"So, what do you think?" the prince asked as he crossed his arms over his pearl white chestplate.
"It's enormous! Amazing!" Bulma gasped in awe.
He smirked, pleased of her reaction. "I have other engineers whose job is to build and rebuild this training room along with their constructors and technicians but none of them are able to think about creating a Gravity Simulation System just like you and your father did. I just require you to build the actual system into this training room. We already have a computer personal assistant over here, and I'm giving you the permission to program it with your system as you wish. I'll have my other engineers assist you with your job, I may also act like one just as I always do but you are going to lead this project anyhow."
Bulma was grinning from ear to ear at the prospect of her new job and Vegeta could see the excitement in her eyes. He couldn't help the warmth it brought his heart at watching her so happy and he smiled. Taking note of her beauty he thought was greater than the dazzling rays of the morning sun.
"Woah…" he absent-mindedly gasped at her, gaping at Bulma as if he was starstrucked. Is she a goddess of water or beauty from a legend who turned into a mortal, somehow? Vegeta wondered. When Bulma turned her head to face him, he immediately looked away, forcing to show his neutral expression. What the hell was he doing gawking at a lowly human girl like that? He berated himself.
"So, when do I begin?" Bulma asked, interrupting him from his thoughts.
Gathering himself, he cleared his throat before responding, "How about tomorrow? Starting tomorrow, you will be with me the entire day as my niehre and then you will work here at night duty."
"Ah!" Bulma beamed, clapping her hands excitedly but realized something was wrong. "Eh?! Am I even allowed to sleep?! If so, what time am I supposed to rest?!"
"I'll give you time during the day."
"Oh…"
"Anyways, come over here and I'll introduce you to your workmates."
Vegeta led her out of his training chambers, went up a flight of stairs and entered a door that led to a large laboratory area. Scientists, technicians and engineers alike were busy with their work since they always wanted to create something new for the Crown Prince to play with in his training and hopefully satisfy him. Everyone turned to them with surprise and upon recognizing the heir apparent to the Saiyan throne, they immediately stop what they're doing and bowed down before him.
"Your highness! We are most graced by your presence! How can we help you today?" smiled the chief scientist as he stepped forward. A well built old man wearing a black and gold armor but with a long white coat billowing behind him. The others wore the same clothes as him. He had winter white hair and a goatee. A friendly smile and warm eyes. He must have come from an alien race, Bulma thought, as he is not as savage looking as the Saiyans.
Vegeta introduced Bulma to his other engineers and scientists who would work with her in this Gravity Simulator Project.
"This is Bulma Briefs, your new subordinate." The prince told the old man. "This is Doctor Huiston, the chief scientist and head of CPRD Team."
Doctor Huiston turned to the girl the Prince just introduced. A niehre? Aside from being surprised that Prince Vegeta personally brought the girl here, he was also puzzled by how a niehre like her would become one of his engineers.
"Bulma will work as an engineer to lead a certain project I command you to assist her." Vegeta continued as he handed him the papers about Bulma and her father's Gravity Simulator Project. Doctor Huiston received them and stared at the paper in confusion, not understanding the writings in there.
"It is a Gravity Simulation Project, Doctor." The prince snapped, annoyed. "You will build a Gravity Simulator System and install it in my training chambers."
All scientists gazed up towards Bulma with huge, disbelieving eyes. They were all stunned by the girl's idea.
"B-But your highness, how are we supposed to understand these prints if we cannot read them?" Doctor Huiston said.
"I'll translate them for you." Vegeta offered.
The scientists stared at each other oddly and the prince took the papers back. "I'll give it back to you by tomorrow evening." The prince assured. "For now, show Bulma to her workstation. She will begin working tomorrow evening after I translated these. I'll be waiting here. Go now."
Bulma wondered if he will go back with those random jobs and disguising games once again just like he did before. Huiston led her towards an empty cubicle that consisted of a metal desk, a drawer filled with different tools, a chair and some other things she needed with her work.
"This will be your workplace." Huiston said. "This laboratory is the Crown Prince's Research and Development Office that specializes with his highness' training and battle materials from his training room to the cultivars used in his drills, his battle gear, technology and weaponry. In here, we are strict with our work to create the highest quality of our inventions for the sake of helping Prince Vegeta to grow more powerful than he is and help him achieve the state of the Legendary Super Saiyan. I suppose you know for whom you make your inventions and how just strict and ruthless he could be."
"Yes, doctor." Bulma replied. "Excuse me but what is this Legendary Super Saiyan state you guys are helping him achieve?"
"Oh, you didn't know?" Huiston was surprised. "Prince Vegeta is the prophesied one to achieve the pinnacle power and legendary transformation of the Saiyan race. The prophecy said he will become the Golden Warrior and save the universe from the Galactic Emperor. That is how important our work is in here."
Bulma made a surprised yet doubting look about that prophecy. That pushy, overly demanding brat was destined to save the universe from the Galactic Emperor? Do they really believe that? Even so, if his words were true, then this project might be so important to Vegeta which is why he was determined to push it through.
"Just as the Crown Prince said, you will lead our entire group into creating the Gravity Simulator System idea you have. I am glad that you made an impression, he's been greatly displeased with our work lately. I guess you really did impress his highness with your idea, otherwise he wouldn't be in here orienting you with me personally. So, what do you think?"
Bulma scrutinized her new workplace, running her hands down the cold, metal desk. After a while of observing, she turned to Huiston and said, "I love it, doctor! Thank you very much!" Bulma bowed down with gratitude.
Huiston smiled. "I'm glad that you like it. You will work in here from 22h to 6h for ten hours with an hour break. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow evening."
"Me too, doctor."
Doctor Huiston introduced Bulma to the other members of the CPRD Team which consisted of seven engineers, nine scientists and twelve technicians. He also let her meet ten assistant drones and five bots that would serve them drinks or snacks.
"Welcome to the CPRD team, Miss Bulma Briefs." Doctor Huiston declared.
"Thank you everyone! I look forward into working with all of you! Let's work together and do our best!"
The entire team welcomed her warmly and Bulma was happy with getting to know the other scientists she would work with from now on.
When Vegeta and Bulma returned to his private quarters, she told him about how nice those people were. Of course they would be nice to her simply because he was in there watching at her. If he knew better through sensing people's ki, some of his engineers and scientists instantly felt animosity towards her. Jealousy and insecurity might be the reason. He decided to let those hypocrite fools be for now unless they start causing trouble to her.
For the entire day, Bulma quietly observed the Saiyan Prince from behind. She still couldn't believe Huiston's words. Maybe that is why he's so full of himself and held himself above the others. She recalled the rumors she once heard about him, aside from his unparalleled strength, battle talent and ruthless reputation, she listened in one of the reports on radio during one of Prince Vegeta's birthday celebrations back when she was working at the barracks. The report had lots of interesting trivias about the Future King. She remembered the trivia about how he was named after the Saiyan Planet because he's considered a very special Saiyan. From his birth, he held the record for the highest newborn power rating in comparison to any of his kind. He was also hailed as a true genius but she never heard a word about this prophecy Huiston told her.
When he was done with the last training session of the royal palace guards that evening, Vegeta started to translate Bulma's entire paper to Saiyago, perfectly copying the sketches and blueprints into a new journal while he studied every detail and memorizing them all with just one read. He also noted on his old one his creation of the Artificial Moon Technique he named the "Power Ball".
It was the dawn of the following day when he was done and he found Bulma sprawled on the other side of the table. She may have fallen asleep out of boredom. After all, she came in here early in the morning yesterday afternoon. He peered closer, resting his chin over his cupped hand. He silently watched at her for a long moment, completely bewitched by her unique beauty. Her beautiful, silky aqua hair. Her creamy smooth skin, her big, cerulean eyes adored with long, curly eyelashes. He recalled the events of that day. Her amazing feistiness, the blue fire that blazed upon her eyes whenever he infuriated her. Her fearlessness when she stubbornly stood up against the Ministers. The warm, dazzling, child-like smile she gave him when she became excited about her new work. He thought she was the most gorgeous woman he had met his entire life. He decided that he will have this woman no matter what. She's going to be his and nothing in the universe will ever stop him from having her.
~=o-O-o=~
Five hours later, Bulma abruptly shot up from a bed; awakened by her sudden realization that she has fallen asleep on Vegeta. She found it was already morning through the rays of sunlight passing through the window. She wondered what just happened and looked around. Puzzled for a moment about where she was and what she's doing here. She found herself sitting on a huge bed covered with royal blue silk and soft comforters. The room was cool due to the air conditioner being on. She found the canopy above her looking quite familiar, and the furniture around her as well. It looked like she was on the Crown Prince's royal bedroom.
Vegeta's bedroom?!
What the fuck is she doing in Vegeta's bedroom?! Why was she sleeping in his bed?! What the hell happened?! Panicking she searched around for the Saiyan Prince but she could not find him in there. She looked down on herself, thinking if he ever stripped her or anything. She was still donning her niehre uniform and even her shoes. He didn't do anything like what she was thinking and it helped her feel relieved. She quietly shifted and rose from his bed. She somehow didn't want to, it was so comfortable to lie in there but she knew she had to leave before anyone notice her sleeping in there.
She silently stepped out of his room and was stunned to find Vegeta asleep on the floor. He was on a sitting position, his back resting on the wall behind him, his legs sprawled across on the mat, his arms crossed over his chest, and his head slumped forward. He still wore his royal armor. The papers, journals and pens over the study table not far from him were neatly arranged.
She quietly stepped toward him, absent-mindedly staring into his sleeping face. It will be her first time observing him this close. He looked like a normal, handsome young man with his peaceful and relaxed expression. He was quietly snoring and his breathing was calm. She became mesmerized by his image, which is very far from the cranky, pompous and frightening prince he truly was. She carefully noted that he has long, dark eyelashes, a sharp, high bridged nose, plumped, full bottom lip with a slight thickness on the upper lip and a perfectly angular jawline. He looked especially handsome when he's asleep. It could really be a trap and yet she didn't mind falling into it. Entranced by his immaculate image, she heedlessly raised her hand, wanting to touch his face and his awesome hair, wondering if it's smooth, rough, soft or hard to touch.
However, before she could reach to him, she heard Nappa on the door. "Your highness, have you finally awaken?"
Gasping silently, Bulma turned her head towards the door and begin to panic. Oh no! They must not see her in here with the Crown Prince! She turned to Vegeta, he's still fast asleep and showed no signs of waking up.
"Your highness, are you in there?" Nappa asked again after a while of not hearing a reply from the prince.
Bulma didn't know what to do! She needs to hide before they could see her in here! She tried to think of a hiding place she could fit herself into. Ah yes! That closet she hid into yesterday! Just as she was about to dash towards her decided hiding place, Vegeta suddenly grumbled in a groggy way, "I'm going to sleep some more. Leave and return to me after thirty minutes, Nappa."
Bulma froze in place until she heard Nappa's reply, "Yes, your highness!"
Bulma didn't move for about a minute until she was sure that Nappa and the maids have left. When everything was cleared, she heaved a sigh of relief and turned to the sleeping prince. Was he still fast asleep? Was he dreaming? Did he just talk in his sleep? Or was he pretending that he was asleep?
Vegeta gradually opened his dark eyes and raised his head to look up to her, still in a daze.
"Foolish woman," he grumbled as he rose from the floor. "There's no use in hiding. Even if you hide in there, they can sense you're with me." He walked up to her. "Especially when you panic like that, your ki spikes higher than usual. You woke me up just for that. Idiot." he muttered as he lightly poked on her forehead with his finger, causing her to yelp.
"Ah!" Bulma shot him a glare. "That hurts!"
The prince smirked back at her, dark eyes sparking. "You don't have to panic or fear about anything. I swore to myself that I will protect you no matter what."
Bulma simply pouted back at him.
"Also one thing... I know I am absolutely good looking but you don't have to stare at me all the time." Vegeta stated.
Bulma's face flushed red in embarrassment. How could he even know that? Was he pretending to be sleeping all this time? "Wh-Who says I'm staring at you?!" she stammered angrily, looking away.
Vegeta let out a smirk, "Hmph! Do you honestly think I have no idea you were observing me all the time since we left the CPRD Department yesterday? Were you that in-love with me you cannot take your eyes off me?"
"What?!"
How the hell did he even know that? Does he have eyes at the back of his head?
"Jerk... Stop being so full of yourself! Can you even tell when people are staring at you?" she doubted he really knows she was watching at him the entire time.
"I am a genius, of course I can tell that. Plus, I am one irresistible force of nature. Naturally, people, especially women, couldn't help themselves but look in my direction. No Crown Prince in the entire universe is as blessed with a perfect look, charisma and talent as I am."
Bulma rolled her eyes at his vanity. 'The pride of this little rascal.' she snorted to herself. Still, she couldn't help but smile and laugh at his attitude. Surprisingly, he laughed with her.
With that being said, Vegeta offered her his hand, "I will teleport you out of my room into your new chambers. I forgot to show you."
She reached his hand and they both disappeared to thin air. Blinking out of her daze, Bulma looked around to see where he brought her. It was a nice room with a simple bed, a bedside table, a night lamp and a dresser. There was a door leading to a bath on the bed's right side.
"This room is located on the south side of my palace, if you go out of that door, you will be familiar to the hallway leading to my personal chamber." Vegeta pointed at the sliding door behind them. "Adjacent to your room is Nappa's. It is necessary for my attendant and personal niehre to be as close to me as possible so you two can come to me as quickly as you can."
After looking around the room for nearly a minute, she turned to him and said, "I like it. Thanks."
"Do what you need to do. You must come to Nappa within the next twenty eight minutes. Go and quickly."
Vegeta disappeared and teleported back to his private chambers. Bulma hastily washed herself, changed into a new uniform and dashed towards Nappa and the other maids. Vegeta commanded them all to enter and wait for him to finish his bath. About nearly an hour later, he appeared before them with a clean, white towel that snugged loosely around his waist. He marched towards them like a fashion model showing off an exquisite designer skirt (the towel?) and dropped his towel on the floor.
Bulma flinched as she shut her eyes to prevent seeing his golden treasure again, the dirty picture flashing in her mind. Vegeta howl in laughter at her reaction. Hearing his laughter, she reluctantly opened her eyes and saw that he's wearing his underwear now.
Bulma and the maids dressed him up carefully as if he was some doll. As soon as they are done putting on his royal armor, they fixed his scarlet cape, his white gloves and polished his white boots. Once he was satisfied, he dismissed the maids except for Bulma, leaving them alone in the room together. She was busy fixing the folds of his cape when he abruptly leaned forward to peer at her cerulean orbs.
"Why are you being so quiet, woman?" he asked curiously.
"Huh? Uh… It's nothing."
"Did you sleep well?"
Bulma shrugged, her jaw dropped at the unexpected question, being reminded that she fell asleep on the prince's bed made her feel anxious. She nodded reluctantly. "Uh-huh…"
Vegeta staggered back with a scowl. "I don't think so."
"H-How should I answer you when I have no idea how I ended up sleeping in your bed?!"
"I put you in there. You just sprawled indecently on my floor like some drunken bitch. I couldn't sleep with your loud snoring so I decided to just sleep where I was studying!"
His words flared Bulma's ire and she yelled back at him indignantly, "How dare you call me a bitch?!"
"You are a dog and a female. That's what a bitch is." Vegeta answered nonchalantly.
"I'm not a dog!"
"You are my dog!"
"Jerk!"
"Bitch!"
"Alright, that's it. No Gravity Simulator for you, garbage bag!"
That made Vegeta silent for a few seconds, taken aback by her threat before he forced his authority as prince on her.
"Hey, you will make that Gravity Simulator Project! That's my direct order!"
Bulma sticked her tongue out and said in her mocking tone, "I am not your subject, your highness. You cannot force your authority on me and make me do whatever you want!"
"What did you just say?!"
"If you want me to do something for you, then you better learn how to ask nicely and be nice to me! Or else, I won't be doing anything for you!"
He snorted, haughty and stubborn, "Ha! Like I would ask a lowly Earthling like yourself!"
"That's okay with me then. I'm not the one who wanted something from you." Bulma huffed before she decided to walk out of his room, stomping her way out.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?! I don't remember dismissing you yet! Get back here, woman!" he yelled.
"Hmph!" she snorted, completely ignoring the Crown Prince's orders.
Realizing she has no plan of obeying him, Vegeta phased in front of Bulma and he roughly grabbed her arm, Bulma gasped in surprise as she stared back at him with wide yet angry eyes.
"You heard me, didn't you?" he growled at her, his cold, raven eyes dark as he glared threateningly at her, anger boiling within those onyx orbs.
Instead of showing fear of him showing off this ruthless side, Bulma glared back at him defiantly.
"What are you going to do if I disobey you? Are you going to kill me?" she asked.
Vegeta angrily let out a breath, "I didn't say that -!"
"Are you sorry for calling me a bitch? If you are and you start treating me better, I might change my mind."
"Who says I'm sorry - !"
"Okay." Bulma was about to pry his hand off her arm but Vegeta quickly relented.
"Fine! Fine! I'm sorry! I hope you're happy!"
"Not yet. Ask me nicely to build you the Gravity Simulator."
"Why should I do that?"
Bulma raised an eyebrow at him.
The prince heaved an angry sigh, "Build me a Gravity Simulator." he said. She glared at him intensely and he looked away, muttering. "P-P-Please…"
She found his face a lot cuter when he's embarrassed like that.
"Good boy. Now, from this day onward, you will refrain from calling me dog, puppy, bitch and woman. You will address me by my name, okay?"
The Saiyan Prince furiously clenched his teeth together, swearing to himself that once she's done with her job, he will punish this obdurate woman severely for this.
"Okay?" Bulma repeated harshly.
"Whatever!" He retorted. "Are you happy?! Enough of your nagging! I have an assembly to attend to! Sheeesh! Such an overbearing woman you are." He complained as he stormed out of his room, leaving Bulma chuckling in bemusement to herself. She realized she had him wrapped around her fingers now that he wants something important from her. She had no plans of abusing that superiority on him since he could still kill her if she irked him on his bad side. Still, she thought she could use this as an opportunity to discipline his onerousness. She followed him out to do her duties as his niehre.
Vegeta sat on his dining table with a scowl, showing everyone that he's in a terrible mood. His breakfast feast was being served before him by his maids as Nappa recited informations about all the food presented in front of him. His other three Generals stood in attention on the side. His taster stood on his left side of the table. He realized that he and Bulma haven't eaten anything yet since yesterday's lunch and he thought he heard Bulma's stomach growl in hunger, causing her to shrink back in embarrassment. He commanded everyone to leave him and Bulma alone and everyone immediately left the room in obedience.
"What are you standing there for? A prince cannot eat his food without being tested for poison." he told Bulma.
"Why did you make them all leave then?" she asked, frowning.
"Because I want to be left alone with you." He replied. He raised a finger and beckoned her to come to him, pointing at the empty seat on his right side. "Come and sit here."
Wordlessly, Bulma strolled on his right side, pulled the chair and took a seat quietly. He turned to glance at her for a moment before he scowled.
"Hurry up, I'm famished." he told her with a slightly annoyed tone.
"Huh? Uhh…" Bulma picked up the ladle over the bowl of a thick, creamy white soup before her. She took a ladleful of soup and poured it in a small bowl. It looked like Cream of Mushroom and when she tested it using a spoon, it tasted the same too. "It's not poisoned." she assured as she put the spoon down.
Vegeta took a ladleful and put it on his bowl, quietly slurped a spoonful of the soup and made a salty look. "Too salty. I don't like it. It's yours."
Bulma raised an eyebrow at him in discrepancy. The soup ain't salty at all and was the most ambrosial she ever tasted.
"Go on, and eat anything you like. I have plenty of food to share with you." he told her as he motioned at the table full of food. It looked like a buffet to Bulma considering the amount of food set before the Crown Prince. She knew how the Saiyans were naturally voracious people and it's no wonder to her that Vegeta could devour all of these in one sitting.
She nodded and gave him a smile. So this was the reason why he made the others leave. So he could feed her because he knows just how famished she actually was. "Thanks."
Bulma picked at everything on the table she could manage to eat and Vegeta dined his breakfast with her after assuring that she already had her portion.
"I have a special order for you to do so long as you work for me." he said after a while of munching his food.
"What is it?" Bulma asked, nibbling on her portion.
"When we are alone like this, you shall treat me the way you want to."
"Okay." Bulma responded.
Vegeta was offended by what happened between them earlier when she disrespected his authority and made him ask her nicely for the Gravity Simulator System. Yes, he felt mad that he had to lower his pride for an overbearing woman like herself. Deep inside him, he respected her for such feistiness and implacable attitude. He loved teasing her and calling her names just to see her eyes flare with anger and defiance. There was nobody in the entire universe who dared to stand up to him face to face, defied his orders, yell at his face with such blatant disrespect, called him names and threatened to kill him personally in the battlefield. She was like that right from the beginning and it didn't change. He was gratified for that.
~=o-O-o=~
Once they were done with their breakfast, Vegeta called over the cooks who prepared his food. Once everyone was before him and bowing down to him, he said with a once in a blue moon genuine smile.
"The soup you served me today. I like it. I don't mind eating it everyday. Thank you."
Vegeta proceeded to the Royal Assembly after that, followed by his niehre, generals, some elite guards and maids, leaving his cooks behind with their jaws dropped.
Chichi watched silently as the other cooks talk to themselves.
"What has happened to him? The Crown Prince has never been like this before. He was always cold and cranky all the time and never addressed us directly like that. He usually talks to Lady Celerie too." one of the ladies wondered.
Chichi remembered yesterday when Vegeta directly talked to her in secret just to order her to cook Nokma for him. Despite seeing her strolling around his Palace at such late time, he had never berated or punished her for it or even told it to Celerie. She knew that if the Crown Prince was in no mood, he would have her severely punished. Yeah, she was also curious as to the reason of his lighter mood these days.
Could it be Bulma?
"I wish I could see that kind of smile more often. He'll look even better instead of him frowning all the time." another young cook said with an expectant smile.
"Maybe we should serve him that soup everyday. Maybe he will always be pleased with us when we do that."
Celerie smiled to herself, hearing those words from the girls. She forced her expression to become neutral before she turned her head and cleared her throat. The giggling girls halted their talk and bowed down before their boss, looking like guilty puppies about to be scolded by their master.
"That will be enough. Let's get back to the kitchen." Celerie said.
"Yes, Lady Celerie." the girls muttered. Celerie led the way before the rest of the cooks followed.
~=o-O-o=~
When Vegeta entered the Royal Throne Hall, Bulma waited outside with the rest of the Crown Prince's Generals and maids.
After the assembly, King Vegeta discussed something with his heir privately. He heard from the council that his son has assigned Bulma to be his personal niehre and was displeased by his son's decision. The prince assured his father that he decided to keep Bulma as close to him as possible in order to learn more of the rebels' plans if she's truly a part of them. The king warned that Bulma could be the spy the rebels sent to watch over him and exploit everything about him or the royal family so they may use it against them to destroy them. Prince Vegeta said that he was indeed looking forward to that kind of foolishness and assured his father that if the rebels were trying to set a trap card to kill him, then he will defeat them all when he decides to use their own cards against them. Prince Vegeta hinted to his father he will make use of Bulma's intelligence to grow stronger and achieve the Legendary Super Saiyan transformation. The king realized about his son's cunning plans. He was using Bulma as a tool for him to know the enemies' whereabouts, and to his own advantage as well. King Vegeta wondered about what his son meant that the girl's intelligence would help him achieve Super Saiyan but the prince insisted it was a secret for now. He didn't know if he must feel proud of his son or if he should be worried of him. He didn't fail to advice his first born to keep himself guarded when around the woman, especially when the Selection is currently on-going or it may cause another unwanted scandal for the opposition to use to dethrone him as the heir to the throne. Prince Vegeta assured him though he never planned to go through his father's words at all.
~=o-O-o=~
During the entire week, Bulma worked almost tirelessly in the CPRD department in order to make Vegeta's Gravity Room with the rest of his team. The prince would join their activities as well, wearing the CPRD team's uniform. It made the other members uncomfortable with him around but Bulma was determined to show off and impress him.
Vegeta and Bulma would return to their quarters at the break of dawn, sleep for three hours, eat breakfast together. The prince would attend the royal assembly in the morning, train the morning duty soldiers for three hours, and return to his room with Bulma to sleep for another six hours. Train the next batch of soldiers, study, train the night duty soldiers after dinner and go to the CPRD department to join the team with creating his Gravity Room.
~=o-O-o=~
One week later...
At the morning assembly, the King, the Crown Prince and the royal council discussed about the arrival of the Intergalactic Merchants this afternoon. Every year, merchants from different planets and galaxies gather into a huge spaceship to travel through each planet to trade various things. King Vegeta ordered the Minister of Trade and Industry to welcome them while Prince Vegeta contemplated to check it out later. He volunteered to his father that he will come with the Ministry of Trade and Industry to welcome the merchants to their kingdom. Surprised, the king agreed to give his son the permission. After all, he thought it would grace the merchants the presence of a Saiyan royalty and the prince's presence would assure the orderliness of the trading.
While walking back to his private quarters with his Generals, Vegeta wondered which things he should trade with if he ever finds something quite interesting in the Intergalactic merchants' ship. As the Crown Prince of the Planet Vegeta, he could pay the merchants with basic commodities, materials or resources only the Saiyan Planet was known for.
That afternoon, Prince Vegeta appeared and welcomed the Intergalactic Merchants along with his four Generals, the Prime Minister and the Ministry of the Trade and Industry of Planet Vegeta at the Open Ship Dock of the Central City. People around fell to their knees and bowed their heads down before the Future Saiyan King. After a few moments of private business talk between the Crown Prince and the Chief Merchant, the ship was opened to the public.
Vegeta dismissed his subjects so he can go around the shops to look for something interesting. While strolling around under his royal red cloak, there was something an old Riyanian merchant was holding in his hands caught his interest. It was a set of couple jewelry. One was a golden necklace with a key pendant. A crescent moon and three small stars embedded upon its golden plating, moon dust particles were attached upon the crescent moon's surface. The pointed parts of the moon were attached to a round moonstone gem. A beaded bracelet with long, cylindrical moonstone beads and a small locket with the same moon and stars design etched on its surface, in which one could keep a promise written in a small rolled piece of paper.
The prince approached the merchant with a curious look at the set of jewelry. The man told him, "Master, did you know that many people believe that our fate has been predestined by the stars at the time we were born?"
Vegeta gazed at the old man as if he had grown a second head. It seemed to him that this man has no idea he was talking to a Saiyan Royalty despite his clothes. He smiled in amusement, "Really?"
"Yes, master. That is the reason why the fate of a first born son destined to become the heir of a kingdom's royal throne is determined by the position of the stars. I have no idea if the Saiyans are open to that kind of ideology but I do think it is quite interesting."
"So is that the reason why these things have these stars on it?" Vegeta asked as he crouched down to see a better look of the locket and the key.
"Yes, master. When we learned that we will be coming to Planet Vegeta, I decided to create these for the interest of the Saiyans. It was well-known that a Saiyan's power is tied with the cycles of the moon and reaches its maximum potential during the full moon. With that, along these three stars based on the celestial stars, the love shared by the Saiyan couple who would wear it will be powerful and everlasting. The moonstone is also believed to reunite lovers even if they are separated. No matter what happens, those who are destined to be together will find their path to one another. No matter how impossible it could be."
"It sure is an interesting story." The prince muttered mostly to himself.
"So master, you seemed interested with it. Do you have someone in your mind you wish to give it to?"
Vegeta smiled to himself. "I sure do have one." he sighed as he took the locket in his hand to check it out. He stared at the tag to check for the price and the trading amount greatly surprised him. "Huh?! These things cost this much?!"
"Of course, master. This set of jewelry is made of gold and exclusively rare materials from Planet Riyana that is why it costs that much."
"Huuuh…" Vegeta made a bitter look and when another hand from someone else took the key necklace and Vegeta turned his head to find Kinoko looking at the jewelry too. Kinoko turned her head to gaze at him and became surprised at his presence.
"Your highness! I didn't know you're here!" Kinoko gasped in shock.
Vegeta's jaw dropped as he let go of the locket in his fingers. So much for his damn get up. What the hell is she doing in here? He knew those who are in the Selection weren't supposed to go out the Royal Palace while in the selecting process. The prince was deeply unimpressed by this girl's poor acting skills though. Did she escape the Palace so she could stalk him in here?
The prince flickered his eyes awkwardly at the Riyanian Merchant who stared at him in aghast and was completely starstrucked. "Y-Y-Your highness! My greatest apologies for failing to recognize you and give my respects! Please have mercy, take whichever you like for free and spare my life! I beg of you!" The old man dropped to his knees and begged for the mercy of a notorious heartless crown prince.
As much as Vegeta wanted to take that couple jewelry for himself, he didn't wish to do it in this way. He wasn't the type of man who would take gifts for the sake of showing mercy to someone. He also didn't wish to trade the Planet's resources for something so selfish.
"Get up, old man. I'm merely doing a job and going around to see how the trading between my people and the alien merchants is going. Do as you were doing." he said before he turned and walked away. Kinoko put the key necklace down with a smug smirk of success and quickly followed the prince's path.
"Woah! It's amazing to see you get interested with jewelry. You look rather adorable staring at it like that." Kinoko was saying as she kept up with the prince's pace.
Vegeta halted in his tracks by her words and blushed, "I… I was not staring at it that way! Mind your own business, mushroom girl!" He yelled at her.
Kinoko giggled. "Say whatever you like but you cannot lie to me." She sang as she continued to tease the already pissed off heir to the throne. "So, were you going to buy it for me?"
"S-Says who?!"
"Well, since I will be your beautiful fiancé, it's only natural for you to buy us a couple's jewelry. Oh, I know! If you don't want it then maybe I could buy it for you instead!"
"I don't want it especially if it's coming from you! And would you leave me alone?! What the hell are you even doing in here? As far as I know, you shouldn't be out of the Palace while you are in the Selection."
"I don't think it is appropriate for the future Crown Princess to leave her beloved crown prince's side so I decided to follow you in here."
"What?!" the prince was completely dumbfounded at her answer. How despicable! He cannot believe she was such a woman. He hated stalking, snivelling bitches like her, especially knowing that her attraction to him was more because of her ambition to become queen. She was after his power and royal title. He hated people like her.
Annoyed, Vegeta yelled at her. "Well, it is therefore my command. Leave me alone!" before he turned around to walk away but the appearance of someone made him unable to step away.
He saw Bulma with another man not far away. She was laughing happily with that dark haired man with an ugly blunt bob haircut. (Ugly in his general opinion). She was happy seemingly because of some present from the man. She was thanking him a lot. The present was a beautiful wooden locket with a wolf design. Something abruptly hit the prince's hard heart, a feeling so unpleasant he didn't wish to recognize.
Kinoko also found Bulma with Yamcha and turned her head to see that scary look on the Crown Prince. Something tells her that Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans was jealous at what he was seeing.
Bulma and Yamcha halted their footsteps when they found him, and Bulma and Vegeta just stared into each other awkwardly.
"What's the matter, Bulma? Do you know who that midget is?" Yamcha asked.
Everyone around them abruptly turned their eyes to him with a louring look. What an ignorant man who has no idea who he was talking about.
"Uhh… Did I just say something weird?" Yamcha asked oddly, wondering why he was being stared at that way.
Bulma bowed down slightly before she turned around to leave but Vegeta was quick to reach out for her as he roughly grabbed her right arm.
"Wait..." he ordered.
Bulma turned her head over her shoulder to gaze back at him. "I have to go."
"I told you not to go! That is a royal command." he hissed at her, pulling her arm irately towards him.
Yamcha immediately pulled Bulma back, causing her to yelp once again.
"Hey buddy! Hold it! Don't be so rude towards a lady!" Yamcha scolded. Vegeta dramatically turned his irate, malevolent gaze at him and down to Yamcha's hand.
Gazing dangerously back at Yamcha's eyes, the prince growled. "Don't you dare give me orders, weakling! I will do as I wish!"
Yamcha let out a sarcastic gasp of disbelief as he rolled his eyes off the odd Saiyan midget. "Just who do you think you are?! Don't think just because you are a Saiyan, I would let you act so rudely towards a lady!"
Vegeta turned to face the cocky human, raised his chin and proudly stated, "Who am I? I am just the Royal Crown Prince of this entire planet!"
Silence.
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Yamcha blinked in disbelief as he scrutinized the shorter man. "Y-Y-You're the Crown Prince of these barbaric Saiyans?!" he asked. He thought he would be some huge, muscle-bounded guy and not someone who could be mistaken for an elementary kid.
Vegeta felt horribly insulted at the way this human stared up and down at him as if he was some innocent child. He raised his chin again and planted his fists over his hips as he exclaimed haughtily, "Yes, I am! Do you wish to die?! You should know better than to incur my wrath!"
Another silence.
Yamcha seethed with fury, "Why you little… bastard! Y-Y-You're the one who destroyed the Earth!" he roared.
"Yes, I destroyed your puny, pathetic planet and killed your entire race! What could a weak, powerless human like you do against me?!" Vegeta mocked Yamcha as he gazed him a disparaging look. "Now, let go of my dearest unless you want me to rip your hand off!" the prince growled, his eyes glared at the pathetic human with an intimidating gaze.
"W-What? W-What did you just call her?" Yamcha coughed. Unable to believe what he just heard the little Saiyan said. Even Bulma was gaping back at the Crown Prince in bewilderment.
"Didn't you hear me say she's mine! She's mine! And I don't like anyone touching things that belong to me alone!" Vegeta roared back, provoking the Earthling even further.
Consumed by rage and jealousy, Yamcha almost jumped to leap at the Crown Prince's throat, "Damn you! I will kill you!"
"Hmph! Don't get so cocky!" Vegeta challenged.
"Aaaaah! Enough of this, damn it! Don't fight! Let me go, Vegeta! You'll break my arm! Please!" Bulma screamed as she tried to pull her arms away from the strong holds of the two men. The prince shifted his slanted, narrowed eyes towards her and as if her arm abruptly became iron hot, he quickly pulled his hand away. Indeed, he was hurting her. He could see the redness on the flawless white skin of her arm where he grabbed her. The redness shaped like his fingers. He mentally cursed himself and finally calmed down. Yamcha also released her arm gently. The two arguing men finally shut up just as Bulma rubbed at her aching right arm the Saiyan Prince just grappled.
"Are you alright?" Yamcha asked her in a soft voice. She turned to him and nodded back silently. The prince just watched at them with obvious envy. She turned to him to see the murderous glare Vegeta was giving Yamcha.
"Uhh… I guess we should go, Yamcha." she told her friend. Yamcha glared back at Vegeta and the prince had to resist the urge to kill the annoying human who dared to take away his dearest. "Let's go." she growled as she pulled her companion away from the quietly furious prince.
She glanced at Vegeta and told him in a low voice, "I'll see you in the palace in the morning. I'm sorry."
Vegeta just stood in there unmoving, helplessly watching at them until they were gone. Completely upset and humiliated, he rushed towards a nearby arcade to release his fury through a boxing machine game.
"Eat this, you fucking bastard!" he roared as he punched a poorly drawn sketch of Yamcha taped on the boxing machine's punch ball.
"Damn you! Why the fuck are you still alive?! You should have died along the rest of your useless, pathetic race! Just who could be that foolish bastard who let you live when you look so useless and pathetic despite my royal command back then?! How dare you look at me that way?! How dare you belittle me like that?! I am the Prince of all Saiyans! The most powerful and most ruthless warrior the cosmos had ever seen! This 'midget' as you called it could literally destroy the entire universe anytime I wish to! Aaaargh! Don't you dare show your ugly face to me ever again or I'll show you no mercy anymore! Aaaaaaaaah!" Vegeta ranted and screamed as he let out several, rapid punches, hatefully beating at the poorly drawn sketch of the Earthling he wanted to murder just now.
Everyone passing by was taken aback by a certain Saiyan Prince's temper tantrum against the machine and a cartoon. Once the temperamental Saiyan royal perceived everyone's eyes staring at him oddly as they were unable to recognize him at first, he gradually turned his head over his shoulder to give them the most portentous gaze they'd ever seen. It effectively made everyone scamper away like frightened mice once they realized the Crown Prince is especially murderous today, crying out "Our apologiiiiiieeesssss!" as they did that.
Once everybody has disappeared, he haughtily raised his chin up in the air and snorted loudly. It's not long enough before he realized the foolishness of his own actions just now.
"Damn it all..." he cursed bitterly.
Why did it anger him so much seeing Bulma going out with another man? Is he jealous?
Shaking his head to rid of this nonsense, he berated himself. "NO! I am NOT jealous! The great Saiyan Prince Vegeta doesn't feel such foolish emotions such as jealousy! Hmph!"
But then, somewhere at the back of his mind, a voice tells him that he was indeed feeling jealous. His pride and that voice argued for a moment like some angel and devil fighting over him.
"Aaaah! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I am NOT jealous! I was never jealous! NEVER! Just NOW! Aah! Damn it all!" Vegeta yelled back at the irritating devilish voice inside his head.
"Jealous of what?"
"Gaaaaah!" Vegeta jumped back in surprise as he was brought back to reality when he heard a familiar voice from behind him and found his younger cousin, Cabbe standing in there. Cabbe lowered his head for a moment in respect.
"I thought there was a commotion around here when I found people running out in panic so I went here to see. But I should have known your explosive temper would cause such commotion." Cabbe was saying. "So what are you doing here at the arcade…? Huh?"
A nearly ripped and crumpled childish doodle of Yamcha taped on the boxing machine's punchball caught his eye. The young Saiyan thought the guy looked familiar since he just saw Bulma with her friend earlier. Vegeta realized what Cabbe was looking at and hurriedly peeled the drawing off, stuttering in embarrassment. "Uuuuuhhh… I-I-It's nothing! Forget what you saw. T-T-That's just nothing!" the prince stammered in denial.
"Uh… Okay. Let's say I didn't see anything." Cabbe smiled sheepishly. So that's the reason the prince was ranting, huh? He's jealous of Bulma being with another man.
Vegeta growled in warning. "You should be or do you want me to rip your eyes out of your sockets?!"
"No, thanks." Cabbe shrugged as he shifted his gaze away uncomfortably. "Uhh… I guess I should go then. I'll see you around, your highness."
As he turned around, he sensed Vegeta's presence right in front of him. He abruptly felt an iron steel grip on his shoulders and Cabbe immediately shrieked in terror.
"Wait, Cabbe." The prince ordered.
"Y-Y-Yes, Vegeta-niisan, your highness?" The younger Saiyan croaked in fright.
"Wait here for a moment. I have something for you to do for me."
"Eh?"
Vegeta suddenly disappeared via Hibiktus and returned three seconds later carrying a wooden chest in one arm.
"What is that?" Cabbe quipped curiously. The Crown Prince released a mischievous smirk as he roughly pulled the boy towards him by his collar.
"Come over here." he commanded before he harshly dragged the protesting Saiyan cop back to the Riyanian's jewelry stall.
~=o-O-o=~
King Vegeta just finished working on some scrolls in his office when he decided to see his collection of antique weaponry within a secret room in his private quarters. He would go down here sometimes as this place is his private comfort zone. Inside the room were hundreds of different weapons from swords, spears, guns, etc.
Going about his collection, he immediately noticed that something was missing. It was his favorite among these. It was a Legendary Sword passed down from Generation to Generation of the Saiyan Royal Family. Where is it? He tried to search for it everywhere but failed to find it.
Who could have stolen it? Nobody aside from him and the Crown Prince knew of this secret room! He immediately remembered that look of greed his heir had when he mentioned about the sword's legend. Plus, the way the Crown Prince offered to go to the trade market earlier…
"YON-Aaaaaah!"
The king just realized that his prince planned to trade his legendary heirloom to the alien merchants! Why that little rascal! He'll kill him once he gets back to the palace!
~=o-O-o=~
Not far away from the shop, Vegeta ordered Cabbe to trade whatever was inside the chest to the couple jewelry he was describing and pointing at.
"But your highness, what is inside this thing? It's pretty heavy." Cabbe complained as soon as Vegeta shoved the ancient looking chest into his slim arms.
"How could a Saiyan complain of weight! That is none of your business! Just do as I say!"
"B-But…"
Yamcha and Bulma appeared to look at the display. It seemed to Vegeta that they have taken interest to the same jewelry he was about to trade. In a flash, Vegeta immediately appeared in front of them via teleportation, which greatly surprised Yamcha and Bulma.
"You again?" Yamcha jumped back.
"W-W-What is it that you want again, Vegeta?" Bulma asked.
"Uuhh… Uhh…" Vegeta stammered as he tried to think of something to distract these two. He decided to recite whatever the Riyanian told him earlier. "Do you know that many people believe that our fate has been predestined by the stars at the time we were born? That is the reason why the fate of a first born son destined to become the heir of a kingdom's royal throne is determined by the position of the stars…"
Blah… Blah… Blah…
"Damn it, Cabbe! What the hell are you still standing there for?! Hurry up!" Vegeta shifted his gaze at Cabbe's position, glaring at him murderously.
Vegeta continued to blather some nonsense while Cabbe goes off to do as he was ordered to. The Riyanian was amazed at the ancient sword the boy was trying to trade with his couple jewelry.
"Why the fuck are they taking so long?! I'll run out of things to say!" Vegeta irately thought to himself as he told Bulma and Yamcha about how great he actually is.
After a minute or two, Cabbe finally received the couple jewelry. Once Cabbe returned to the supposed meeting place Vegeta set up, the prince finally ended his unwanted speech. He noticed that everyone around them has been listening to him all the while. Bulma and Yamcha stared at him mouth opened, probably amazed at his conceitedness. The others probably think the Crown Prince was making some ridiculous speech. Suddenly feeling mortified by the stares he was receiving from his people, he cleared his throat and straightened himself. The Saiyans around began to clap in unison.
"That's our great Vegeta-sama! Wooooh!"
"Yeah! He's really amazing!"
"So handsome!"
"I never thought I'd see the day I would meet him this close!"
The crowd was cheering and Bulma felt amazed at how these people look up to him like he was some sort of deity.
"Seriously, what the hell is his problem?" She couldn't really understand how Vegeta's mind works. He made her confused. He's acting like some jealous fool.
"Your prince sure is one crazy bastard…" Yamcha thought bitterly to himself.
Vegeta turned around and regally walked away. He went straight to where Cabbe was waiting and complimented him on a job well done. The young Saiyan offered him the couple jewelries the prince commanded him to trade.
"That sword seemed ancient and amazing. The Merchant was happy with it." Cabbe said.
"It is. But someone as powerful as me has no use for such a thing. My father kept it in his collection to rot. I think it would be good if someone uses it for better use."
"What?! That is his Majesty's -."
"Don't worry about it. After all, I'll get his so called boring collection once he's dead so don't think I literally stole anything." he told his younger cousin.
"But your highness, if the king finds out about this, I'll be in big trouble!"
"I fail to see how that is my problem." Vegeta coldly muttered.
"Your highness… How cold of you to say that…" Cabbe cried in defeat.
"You're dismissed. I'll see you again sometime."
Cabbe sighed in defeat and left. He wondered what the Crown Prince was going to do with those jewelries and to whom he was going to give it.
~=o-O-o=~
Vegeta decided to return to the Royal Palace without telling any of his men. He wanted to walk around his way back that is why he didn't use his Hibiktus technique.
Finally far from the bustling crowd, he relaxed and stared down at the pair of jewelry Cabbe traded for him. It sure looks beautiful. He knew that he'll be in big trouble once his father finds out about the sword but he didn't care. The trade was worth it. He wondered if he could give the key necklace to Bulma tonight; tell her to wait for him until he is done with his mission.
He decided about the promise he'll write down and keep inside the locket of the bracelet and smiled to himself.
~=o-O-o=~
That evening, Vegeta went over the Briefs' home to see Bulma, much to her chagrin and her family's honor. He ate dinner with them and asked about how the family was doing these past days. Doctor Briefs said he was working to build some technology with a friend. Panchy happily told him that she was planning to open up a mini pastry shop while Taitsu replied that she was helping her mother with her planned business. Vegeta asked about the friend Doctor Briefs was talking about. The elder scientist told him of Doctor Gero, who was his colleague back on Earth.
"What sort of technology are you helping him with?" Vegeta asked him curiously.
"The Hoi Poi Capsules. I provide him with those things. It's a pocket sized gizmo in which you could store in lots of things." Doctor Briefs was saying.
Vegeta remembered the capsules the rebels had used to poison him and the capsules on Bulma's table being similar.
"Ah… So you create those things?" The prince asked.
"Yes, if you want some for you to use with your battle or training equipment then I can provide you with an empty set, your highness."
"No. It's fine. Thank you. I have nothing to use them for anyways." The prince declined. He cannot accept such gifts if he was being suspicious about them being members of the rebels or his father and the royal council might suspect him of treason. Maybe, perhaps if he has proven to everyone they aren't a threat then he would accept them later.
"I am curious to meet this friend of yours, Doctor Briefs. Set me a meeting with him by next week." The prince ordered.
Doctor Briefs nodded, confused as to why Vegeta wishes to meet Gero. "I understand, your highness." he said as he watched the prince rise from his seat and strolled out of the dining room. Bulma stood up to follow him out.
"Hey, Vegeta." she addressed him while she walked side by side with him.
"What is it?" he asked her without looking at her.
"Tell me, why are you so curious to meet Doctor Gero?" Bulma asked him once they're already at the podium.
"There's no actual reason. I just like to know if I could trust him with you or not."
"Are you worried about me?" she teased with a sly smile, nudging her elbow on his side.
"Tch! Like I would." he snorted. He halted his steps, turned around, abruptly leaned forward towards her and gazed up to stare at her cerulean eyes with a broad but naughty smirk on his lips.
Bulma instinctively bent backwards with a look of grimace, afraid of what he might do to her. "W-What?" she stuttered.
"Let's go out for a date tonight." he invited.
Bulma winced, "Eh? Date? W-Why should I date you?"
"Kakarot took Chichi on a date and I thought you'll be jealous of her. Raditz told me that jealous women are the most dangerous people." he muttered before he staggered back and straightened himself. He became silent for a moment as they just stared at one another awkwardly. He shrugged his shoulders, his face flushed as red as tomatoes as he grumbled. "S-So if you like me that much… If you want me to be yours then… y-y-you can have me anytime. J-Just tell me! T-That's a direct order!" he shouted that last line childishly.
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What?
Deafening silence fell in between them again. Bulma just stared blankly at the completely embarrassed Saiyan Prince in front of her. Vegeta stared back with his red face, twitching jaws and eyebrows, quivering pouty lips and nearly frozen posture.
After nearly a minute or two, Vegeta suddenly yelled, "I-I'll meet you at the Clock Tower at 20h tomorrow! Don't make me wait! Y-You're dismissed." then he stormed out of the Briefs residence as fast as he could, leaving a completely stunned Bulma in there. If anything else, Vegeta was the jealous one and the one who liked her in this relationship. She was left completely astonished by his tsundereness.
Who ever thought he looked so cute and adorable despite his scary impression due to his sheer ruthlessness and great power in battle?
~=o-O-o=~
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahh! Waaaaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrggghhh!
The four Generals stared at the door to the Crown Prince's private quarters in apprehension. Inside, Vegeta was making loud whining noises as he rolled on his bed irritably.
"What the hell is happening in there?" Nappa asked in a low voice.
"I have no idea. He just came running towards his room and locked himself in there."
The four Generals leaned their ears on the doors to eavesdrop at Vegeta's whining inside his room.
"How could I stammer like that?! How could I say those things in the first place?! Why am I, the Great Vegeta-sama, asking a low level girl for a - a… Arrrrrrrrrgghhhh! How could this happen?! I must be crazy! Damn it all!"
"Isn't he crying?" asked Kakarot.
"No, he isn't." Broly mumbled, showing no emotion at all.
"It looked to me as if he did something he's embarrassed about." Kakarot giggled.
"Your highness, did something happen? Are you feeling alright?" Raditz asked loudly, concerned. Not long after that, a potent blast burst forth from the door. The four Generals screamed as they barely dodged the attack that would have destroyed them to atoms for sure.
When the smoke cleared, Vegeta stomped his way out of the debris with a wrathful aura. He looked like a bloodthirsty beast looking for blood to satisfy his bloodlust with his crimson eyes and bared fangs. He searched for the one who is at fault for his humiliation earlier.
"How dare you ask me if I'm feeling alright? How dare you imply that I'm a pervert?! How dare you put me into such humiliation?! Do I fucking look alright to you?! Raditz!"
Raditz squeaked in fright. What did he do this time? Why is the crown prince so furious at him again? Why him?
Vegeta let his purple aura burst forth and that's when Raditz dashed as fast as he could to escape the Saiyan Prince's wrath.
"Waaaaaaaah!" Raditz cried out.
"You can't escape!" Vegeta roared as he chased at his best friend to punish him severely for his insolence.
"What the hell did I do for you to chase me like this, your highness?!" Raditz whined as he ran around the palace as fast as he could.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! It's because of your nonsense suggestions that my pride suffered such humiliation! Get back in here!" Vegeta screamed as he fired a Galick Beam towards Raditz who luckily dodged.
"You seriously can't fire your Galick Beam at me just like that?! Were you just trying to kill me?!"
"It may skewer you and make you bleed a little but it wouldn't kill you if I held back my full power! Plus it would get you stronger if you survive that one!"
"Please tell me you're joking!"
"I'm not!"
"You always say that as your excuse to beat us up!"
"I said shut up!" Vegeta violently stomped his right foot on the ground, blue tendrils of electricity sparked around his body. Dust and dirt rose in his surroundings as iron sand particles spun around him and Raditz.
"Oh shit!" Raditz already knew he was in trouble now that the prince used that technique.
Manipulating the iron sand with his ki, Vegeta created a long, deadly whip with it and roared, "Die!" as he hurled the whip towards Raditz who was caught in it.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhh! Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't kill me! Don't kill me…"
Nappa, Kakarot and Broly just stared dumbly at the two Saiyans with their jaws drop.
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"So you actually listened to Raditz's suggestion to ask Bulma on a date and she rejected you?" Kakarot said in puzzlement.
"I guess I see why you were so fed up with him." Broly stated.
Raditz was quiet and pouting just as Vegeta was busy tending to his injuries. Seeing that look on Raditz's face, Vegeta poured salt into his wounds, causing him to feel the blazing sting.
"Don't look at me like that or do you wish for me to rip your limbs apart!" The prince warned with a growl.
"So she didn't want to date you?" Kakarot inquired.
Vegeta shot him a portentous glare, "Don't get me started, Kakarot or you're going to be next! You don't think I know nothing about what you did with Chichi, huh?!"
Kakarot gulped nervously and decided to keep silent as to not provoke their prince's wrath any further. The prince continued with nursing Raditz.
"She didn't reject me. As if she could reject someone like me! It's just that I was so ashamed of myself of lowering my pride into asking an alien servant to go with me to do such nonsense only low class trash were meant to do!" Vegeta exclaimed.
"Why did you ask her to date you then?" Broly questioned.
Vegeta quickly replied with a huff in the air, "I did not ask her! I ordered her to go with me!"
"In that case then you should not worry. She will go with you since it is a direct order from you."
"O-Of course! She can't do anything whether she wants to or not! She must go because my word is law!"
The three Generals could only sigh and shake their heads in astonishment.
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The following day... Vegeta quietly sneaked out of his palace, donning his Grim Reaper's cloak over his black and gold General's armor and the goggles that blocks Blutz Waves. He thought he needed to conceal his profile in order to avoid some of his people to recognize him. He dashed towards the Clock Tower at the Burokkori Island. This was the place where he met Bulma again when she pretended to be Gure. He reminisced their first yet unofficial date on this island five months ago. He giggled at the memories he had. She looked like a wild dog back then. He waited for her in there, quite patiently yet excited at what they would do tonight. He planned to take her to dinner and watch a movie. He hoped she'll like it.
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"Seriously? Asking me for a date and then he suddenly stormed out on me just like that? I have no idea if he's even serious or not! Stupid Vegeta!" Bulma angrily mumbled as she marched around the market. "Maybe he was just kidding around since he likes making jokes at almost everything."
Her older sister looked at her oddly, hearing her mumble silently to herself. "Did I just hear you were asked by Prince Vegeta on a date?" Taitsu asked her.
Bulma's head shot up to gawk at her in surprise. "N-No, he didn't!" she quickly denied, making her sister giggle in delight.
"Aw come on, you shouldn't be embarrassed. I mean, looking at you two together, Mama and I thought you and his highness would make a good pair."
Looking around, Bulma quickly pulled Taitsu out of the market into an empty place where nobody could hear them.
"Nee-chan, please! What if anyone hears you? We'll be in big trouble." Bulma hissed.
"It's not like I was the one who started it." Taitsu chuckled. "But Bulma, don't you think Vegeta-sama is interested with you? I mean, yeah, he did once say that he spared our family from being killed by his kind because of you. Ah, yes! The way he stares at you and the way he treats you say it all. Who would have thought he has a sweet side?"
"Hm? Really? I don't know but I think he's just being selfish and childish."
"He went all the way to see you today even if he's been with you the entire week just to ask you to date him? Oh my goodness! Are you going to see him tonight?"
"No, I won't!" Bulma said firmly.
"Why?"
"I had enough of seeing his ugly face for the entire week! I was hoping to rid of his presence just for today but he dared to visit my home! Argh! When is he going to leave me in peace?!"
"You're really not going to see him tonight?" Taitsu asked again.
"I said no!"
Bulma didn't know who's more annoying between Vegeta or her sister pestering her with her relationship with the Crown Prince.
"Aww… Too bad. He could be out there, waiting for you."
"Let him be! It's not like I agreed to date him or anything!"
Taitsu just shrugged her shoulders, amazed by her younger sister's adamance. "Alright. If that's your decision then let's go home. It's not like I'm the one who'll have dead bodies piled up over my conscience if he decides to go on a killing spree over having someone like him wait for nothing."
Bulma gasped, "He wouldn't!"
She looked at her watch and found that it's already 25h. If she remembered correctly, Vegeta said he'll meet her at 20h. It's possible that due to his pride and impatience he's not anymore in the Clock Tower but there's no way for her to know if he's gone back to the palace or was still in there. If anything else, she was worried about anyone he'll meet around if he goes berserk about her not showing up on a date, he could kill them all out of his rage. Imagining just how furious he might become and being reminded about his cruelty made her extremely anxious.
Bulma panicked in her heart. She quickly turned to Taitsu and shove the plastic bags of meat and vegetables for dinner to her.
"I'm sorry nee-chan but I have to go! Please go back home without me and let Dad and Mom know. I have to stop Vegeta before he decides to murder someone on the spot."
"You don't have to do that, Bulma-chan. He's already here."
"Eh?!" Bulma gasped, a sudden chilling sensation ran up to her spine as if she could sense his glare burning behind her. "P-Please tell me you're joking."
"Yo," Vegeta whispered behind her in an icy tone. Bulma visibly shrieked and spun around to face him, then staggered backwards in shock upon seeing him wearing his Grim Reaper's clothes.
She stared at him fearfully, noticing that cold look of suppressed fury in his stoic expression. Scary. She thought he could be fetching her soul as a true Grim Reaper instead.
Vegeta turned to Taitsu, "I'll take care of her for now." he declared.
Taitsu nodded, completely stunned by the way he glared at them both. It's true that infuriating the Saiyan Prince was terrifying. She turned to her sister and wished her good luck. She turned to Vegeta to plead him for the sake of Bulma.
"Please be gentle with her." she told him before she scampered away. Vegeta ignored her words as he glared at a guilty looking Bulma in front of him.
"Let's go." he told her as he turned around to walk away. Bulma sighed and reluctantly followed him. After a few steps, the prince halted to turn his head over his shoulder to give her a glare.
His hard gaze eventually softened and he gave her a smirk. "Aren't all women dreaming to be married to a prince like myself?" he said.
"W-W-What?" Bulma stuttered, still afraid that he might hurt her or anything.
He raised his chin haughtily and huffed in the air. "You should be grateful that I, the Great Crown Prince of all Saiyans, Vegeta-sama, is dating a lowly alien slave like yourself! Someone as proud, handsome and powerful as me shouldn't be lowering myself with asking someone like you for a date and wait for five damn hours like a fool under a public Clock Tower. You shouldn't be missing this once in a blue moon moment and take it as an honor! Imagine the millions of women across the entire cosmos dying just to be in your position right now, they'll be green with envy against you!"
Bulma's jaw dropped at his implausible swellheadedness. She pondered to herself if she should just leave him alone and run for dear life, deny that she knows him or just follow him around.
"Millions of women are dying just to date you?! Count me out! They're probably dying because you're threatening to kill them!" Bulma mulled over herself.
In the end, all she did was to nod in incredulity. "Yeah… Sure… Sure… Whatever you say…" in order not to incur his earlier wrath any further.
He led the way towards a movie theater, where they found a long line of moviegoers within the ticket booth. Vegeta walked towards the cashier without even falling in line, causing the people in line to complain, curse and pick a fight with him. The alien cashier girl told him humbly to fall in line but Vegeta got mad, saying he will not wait any longer. The rest of the people turned irate with his arrogance. Bulma felt ashamed of his sheer rudeness and told him to just fall in line. Just as everyone berated his discourteousness, Vegeta begrudgingly obeyed his date and fell into line. Everyone eyed him madly, failing to recognize him at all. Vegeta swore he'd remember everyone's faces and punish them all once this date was over.
But his patience was running thin after nearly an hour of waiting. He indignantly yelled at the cashier girl to hurry it up and Bulma hushed him with a glare. When he finally got to meet the cashier girl again, he was practically fuming at her. After a while of staring matches and self-debates whether he should tell the girl who he really was, he decided to just leave it be for the sake of his girlfriend.
"You should be thankful to my girlfriend that I won't blast you all to oblivion…" he announced after he received his two movie tickets and paid for it. He ordered tickets for the most brutal and goriest movie available as he is in the mood for some bloodbath. He cannot kill people while on a date so watching such movies might help him satisfy his bloodlust.
There's still an hour left before the movie so the two of them decided to pick on some snacks and play on an amusement center. Eating made his earlier rage to soothe down and his mood has improved noticeably. Bulma wondered if his crankiness has a synonymous relation with his hunger. Vegeta noticed that Bulma was staring at a black stuffed cat within the toy cranes. It looked identical to the stuffed cat she had won in an archery game back in the lantern festival. (See Episode 7)
"Do you want another one of those things?" he asked her, approaching the crane with a determined look. "I'll get you one as a souvenir for tonight." he said as he dropped an arcade coin into the token slot. He carefully calculated his movements before pressing the big red button and excitedly waited for the claw to take one of the stuffed cats. However, he failed collecting one doll. He was determined he will get it on the second try and yet he failed once again. He tried again and failed. It took him nearly ten times before he lost his temper once again. Bulma concluded it will be hopeless now but Vegeta never wanted to give up.
"Who cares if you can destroy entire planets and galaxies but you cannot beat a simple game of Toy Crane? Sheeeesh!" Bulma mocked him, causing him to feel insulted. He decides to break the machine with a punch but Bulma warned him not to do anything crazy and just let it be. Vegeta glared at the stupid machine as if it was his mortal enemy, cursing its creators to the pits of hell. Who the hell invented such annoying machine that defies the laws of physics anyways?
Bulma pulled his arm and tugged at his cloak, "Let's just go. The movie is about to begin." Then she dragged him away from the arcade. He let her do just that in order to avoid more trouble he could make.
They bought some popcorn and drinks from a food stall before they went inside the movie theater. They took their seats at the center of the room, giving them a perfect view of the screen. He pulled off his goggles over his head and leaned closer to Bulma who was sitting next to his left side.
"By the way, don't you dare embarrass us with your unnecessary screaming. You may hide behind me if you are scared." Vegeta whispered in Bulma's ear. She turned her head to stare at him with a weird look. She thought she'd seen brutality when some of her Saiyan Customers back in Broco's Barracks would kill each other so she guessed she'll be alright. She just snorted back at him, completely amused by his words.
"Did you know that the most exciting part of watching a movie is when you are with your date and the lights are about to turn off?" he said.
"Where did you get that lame idea?" she asked with a humorless laugh.
Vegeta shrugged, pouting, "Raditz told me."
"So this was all Raditz's idea?"
"A suggestion."
Bulma shook her head in utter disapproval of the idea.
Knowing that Bulma wasn't truly impressed, Vegeta swore he will punish Raditz for it. Earlier before he left the palace, he asked for Raditz and Kakarot's opinions about dating as he has no literal idea about what people do on a date. They bombarded him with literally annoying suggestions he found hard to follow through due to his pride. Why must he do all these things anyways? Lowering himself to get a servant woman's approval? He's Prince Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans!
He fell into silence as he turned his eyes on the screen. The lights gradually dim and the movie eventually began. Minutes later and Vegeta started screaming in horror. He didn't know he'll be watching gigantic, flesh eating worms eating alien people. He could be enjoying the movie with all those blood and gore but the fact that it starred titan-sized worms made him so freaked out. He screamed in terror, jumped back on his seat, buried his face on Bulma's shoulder and rained his large sized bucket of popcorn in all directions. Bulma eventually got completely embarrassed of his noise and shut his mouth with her hand in hopes of shutting him up but to no avail. Other movie viewers turned on their direction, giving them heated glances. At this point, Vegeta was whining on Bulma's shoulder, trembling like a frightened little child. Bulma awkwardly smiled at the others and shoved Vegeta off her.
"I don't know him…" Bulma wanted to tell them when suddenly, out of nowhere, Kakarot and Raditz materialized in front of them.
"Your highness! Are you alright?!" the Saiyan brothers exclaimed in unison, causing everyone to fall into silence.
"Your highness?" everyone in the movie theater gasped, looking at the previously noisy man they were being so annoyed with earlier.
Vegeta raised his head to glare at his two brainless Generals with a baneful expression. Raditz and Kakarot froze in trepidation at that minatory look on the Crown Prince's face. The temperature within the theater eventually dropped as everybody sensed direness in the air. One Saiyan in the audience, the nearest to their position, eventually recognized the prince and he rose from his seat.
"It's really him! The Royal Crown Prince!" The Saiyan confirmed, he turned around, "What are you all doing gaping at him like that?! Bow down before his highness!"
Everyone in the theater, except for Bulma who just stared dumbly at what was happening, rose to their seat, fell into their knees and bowed before the Crown Prince of Planet Vegeta. A security guard rounding the theater ran outside to notify everyone that the Royal Heir was in the mall and that security within the mall will be on their highest priority. It is a mandatory law that if a Saiyan Royal is found on a public place, security within that area shall be strictly implied to the highest priority.
"Your highness! We plead for your mercy for being so rude to you! Please punish us accordingly to your desires!" cried out the audience around him. Raditz and Kakarot stared at each other awkwardly before doing the same as the audiences.
Prince Vegeta wanted to shrink back to his seat out of shame but he went through so much mortification today and felt like he had to save what little pride he has left. He wanted to blast them all to oblivion but he didn't wish to scare Bulma. He decided to deal with them someday. He simply cleared his throat, leaned over at Bulma and whispered to her ear with bitter sarcasm, "Well, look at that. It's the first snowfall on Planet Vegeta…" referring to the popcorn he just wasted while freaking out. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning." he mumbled. He pulled his hood off his head and rose from his seat. He peered at everyone kneeling before him with a domineering stare, controlling his urge to kill them all but giving them that silent warning that said 'Cross my path again or I'll show you no mercy anymore!' before he silently stormed out of the theater. He figured he cannot just teleport himself out using his Hibiktus since everybody just learned he's in there. Kakarot and Raditz reluctantly followed behind him, knowing they will both be in big trouble. They pulled Bulma along with them in case the prince orders any of them to take her home.
Meanwhile, King Vegeta received a report about his son's whereabouts through one of the soldiers and was greatly agitated learning that the Crown Prince was at a public mall dating his personal niehre. He and Paragus were discussing about some political issues when the soldier reported to him Prince Vegeta's whereabouts.
"Why that little rascal…" He seethed in rage as he slammed his fists over his oak table and causing it to crack in half. Paragus and Zorn watched at him silently, awaiting his orders. The Prime Minister inwardly smiled at the news, the Crown Prince created another scandal and this could be used by him and the royal council to dethrone him. "H-H-How dare he do this… He can't possibly be doing this… Zorn! Lead my soldiers, retrieve Vegeta from that place and present him to me! Tell him I order him to appear before me within the next twenty minutes! Also… Arrest Bulma Briefs and take her to prison!"
