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Chapter 2
Vegeta sat cross legged in the middle of the gravity room with his eyes closed, deep in the recesses of his mind. The Prince had healed quickly from his injuries thanks to his superior genetics. But that wasn't what occupied his thoughts at the moment.
Three days. It had been three days since his encounter with the woman. Three days since he last saw her. True to his nature, he continued training at 300 times earth's gravity despite her warnings. After all she was only a human and a weak one at that. What the hell did she know about saiyan anatomy? Absolutely nothing! His stubbornness didn't do him any lick of good since an hour later, he ended up sprawled on the floor, panting heavily with intense pain radiating at his sides and his head. The nail in his metaphorical coffin was when he would occasionally cough up blood. He begrudgingly decided to take it easy until he was back at full strength, for how could he attain Super Saiyan if he was dead.
Of course, his version of 'easy' was shadow training at 100 times earth's gravity. When he was battling against his imaginary foe, the feelings he had when he unconsciously thought of the woman would come up unexpectedly and distract him from his training. To say he found it irritating would be an understatement. Now he sits in present time with his mind open, letting it finally do what it's been nagging him to do.
Vegeta has never been the type of man to express his emotions. He's always preferred to keep them locked away so he could analyze them at a later stage. This was one of those times. During his meditation, he'd thought back to the first time he saw the enigma known as Bulma Briefs.
On Namek with her short bald 'warrior' friend (Krillin, was it?) making a pathetic attempt to protect her and the dragon ball from him.
The short bald one has just made one of the worst mistakes any warrior could make. Never let your guard down. He was so distracted that he didn't even notice Vegeta tailing behind him at a short distance. How pitiful. He watched Baldy land a few feet away with a dragon ball in his possession. It would soon be handed over to Vegeta to take, forcefully or not. He watched as the bald fighter finally realised that he'd been followed. 'Too late Baldy!', Vegeta thought to himself as he landed right in front of the pathetic fighter and a woman cowering in fear standing behind him.
"Well the surprises just don't stop do they?", the Prince questioned rhetorically. "I've found a couple of earthlings far from home with no one around to save them. And it appears you have just what I'm looking for. Hand over the dragon ball or die!"
A devious smirk spread across his lips as he took in the scent of their fear...and something else. Something...captivating.
"Come on don't do anything stupid, just hand it over. And I wouldn't attempt to escape with it either because if you tried something like that", he looked directly at the woman as he said, "the sniveling girl behind you would suffer the consequences." He turned his head in the direction of the sky, sensing Zarbon's approach and said in a deceptively soft tone, "Now hand it over."
Though he just threatened to harm the woman, something about her intrigued him. Perhaps it's her odd colouring because he couldn't remember the last time he encountered a female with blue hair, if ever. One thing he was sure about was that the captivating scent he picked up earlier was coming from her. It was doing things to him, waking up urges that he hadn't felt in a while. Fascinating.
He wasn't lying to Kakarot's offspring when he said she was gorgeous, because she was. Her cerulean hair and sapphire eyes had attracted him to her and a wave of lust had washed over him at the sight of her. His eyes had quickly skimmed over her quaking figure. Even with her jumpsuit, he could see that she had the type of lush body that most women could only dream of having, soft and curved in all the right places. Everything about her had intrigued him, despite her obvious fear of him.
His observation of her was interrupted as that succubus Zarbon showed up a moment later, flicking his emerald braid over his shoulder. The second she started fawning over the pretty warrior, he pushed his thoughts to the side and turned to face his foe. The stupid woman would figure out soon enough that there was an incredible ugliness under that polished facade.
That was the last time he paid attention to an encounter with her until his 'death' at the Lizard Lords hand. The next time he would see her was after he had been revived by the earth's dragon balls. He wasn't supposed to come back to life with that wish, as she oh-so-gracefully screeched the moment she laid her eyes on him.
Vegeta sat on a tree stump, listening to Kakarot's earthling friends go on about how they couldn't understand his decision to stay behind on Namek. He, however, perfectly understood Kakarot's reason for staying behind. Those fools were so preoccupied with their confusion that they'd failed to notice the Prince was sitting right across from them. It was time to make his presence known.
"I understand Kakarot's blood." Everyone turned to the familiar voice to find none other than the Saiyan Prince right behind them.
"Vegeta!" The young half saiyan Gohan said in shock, causing a smirk to emerge across the older warriors visage.
Vegeta chuckled before saying, "Kakarot would never turn down a good fight. It's not his Saiyan nature!"
The blue haired woman jumped behind the half saiyan in fear. "Why did you have to come back?! Why didn't the dragon leave out the nasty jerk?!", she screamed.
"That wasn't very nice." The prince couldn't help but answer sarcastically while standing to his full height. The bumbling woman screeched at the sight before collapsing. What an idiot.
Her scent had drifted over to him and lit a fire in his veins. Even after his death and his surprising return to life, her presence managed to affect him. It was unnerving to say the least. So imagine his amazement when, the next time she addressed him, he couldn't detect an ounce of fear in her voice. Instead she behaved amicably towards him, all because of his idea on how to bring that Third Class warrior back to life.
Vegeta watched, arms crossed with a bored expression on his face, as the earth born Namekian, the half saiyan child and the woman all mourned the loss of Kakarot after the destruction of Planet Namek. 'What a bunch of morons', rolling his eyes as he quipped to himself internally. Did they really not see there was a simple solution to all of this? He decided to let them know as much.
"Idiots! Enough of this ridiculous baffle!" The woman looks appalled to be addressed in such a manner, he snickered quietly. "You want Kakarot back so listen. The earth has a check-in station to the spirit realm. Wish him there then wish him back to life." It was as if a giant light bulb suddenly flashed on. The silly woman gasped in realisation, seeing the solidity of his plan, and turned to address him directly. "Man Vegeta, that's a great idea! I'm impressed!" The Prince 'hmphed' at the praise in her tone. He didn't need her approval.
She opened up her home to him, despite his crimes against those she cares about. She even went so far to call him cute!
Vegeta passively listened as the blue haired woman proceeded to make living arrangements for the misplaced Namekian population after coming to the realisation that they'd need somewhere to stay whilst waiting for their dragon balls to become active again. Apparently she has enough room at her dwelling to house over 100 Namekians. He'd have laughed if he wasn't caught so off guard by her next statement.
"What about you? Hey homeboy!" Vegeta nearly gave himself whiplash from how fast he raised his head hearing that ridiculous nickname. "What? Homeboy?", he muttered. "Yo listen up, you're gonna a place to crash too!" Was she really suggesting what he thought she was?
As if. The Prince turned his head with the type of arrogant huff only an aristocrat could manage. That didn't deter Bulma though. "Would you just drop the arrogant tough guy act and just relax? Let it all go. Take a vacation once in a while! Unwind a little and see what life has to offer you. You're actually kinda cute hahaha!"
Just when he thought she couldn't get more ridiculous, she goes and says that. "What?! Kinda cute? Bonehead!", he grumbled out. The more she talks the more she proves what an imbecile she is.
Imagine, the heir to the throne of the most powerful and feared race in the universe being labelled as "cute"! It was absurd!
The time period spent waiting for the restoration of the dragon balls would turn out to be all for nothing after the Namekian dragon announced that his rival was still alive but refused to return to the earth, claiming he'd "come back later". Vegeta had felt that he'd wasted enough time on that mudball planet, playing 'nice' with its inhabitants. He decided to steal the ship parked in the woman's massive yard and search for Kakarot himself to attain the secret to becoming a Super Saiyan.
His search would prove to be fruitless for as much as he looked for the third class warrior, he just couldn't find him. Eventually he had to return to the earth if only to avoid being stranded in the cold regions of space. Failure was not a word in Vegeta's vocabulary yet he couldn't help but feel that he did just that. It left him feeling angrier than usual.
His irritation grew significantly when upon his return, the first person he encountered was the woman's pathetic excuse of a mate Yamchuck or whatever. There was something about the beta male that made him want to blast him back into oblivion, cackling while he did so.
Just as Vegeta was contemplating using the beta as a punching bag to relieve his stress, the wind blew softly towards him, bringing the familiar but (at the time) slightly unwelcome scent of the woman to his nose. It got to him like a punch to the gut, causing his blood to boil hot with barely restrained desire. Images of the luscious siren on her knees with her back arched and her creamy ass in the air, his hand fisted in her soft blue hair as he pounded into her from behind flashed through his mind and suddenly, he wanted to try a more pleasurable form of relief.
But then, true to her nature, she had to go and ruin his lascivious train of thoughts by opening her mouth and insulting him and his lack of personal hygiene. The absolute nerve of this woman!
"Hey guys! What is that awful smell? Oh it's you. When's the last time you had a shower there bud? You need a bath. Please. This way." As she walked away from him, he could only stare at her with his permanent frown on his face. Who the hell did this woman think she was ordering the Prince of all Saiyans around like a commoner? She turned slightly to find him standing where she left him and frowned. "Well what? Do you want me to roll out the red carpet?!"
HOW. DARE. SHE!
Vegeta growled in annoyance before letting out a huff of air and reluctantly following the exasperating woman to the bathing chambers. Maybe there he could get his rebellious thoughts back in order.
Of course there was no such luck. Just as he had finished cleaning up and was about to dress (without a drying cloth, no thanks to the woman), he could only stutter in shock at the garments left for him to wear. It must have been some sort of joke, only confirmed by the woman and her cohorts laughing it up at his expense. So he did what he always does to bring order back. He threatened them all with death. That shut them up. All except Bulma of course. That's what he struggled to understand at the time. How was it that this woman with a power level similar to a newborn infant from his home planet could continue to speak to him so familiarly while her more powerful friends cowered in fear. It aggravated him to no end!
To top it all off, Frieza was alive and making his way to the earth. That disgrace Kakarot had failed to defeat the tyrant who had destroyed planet Vegeta, even after the tears the Prince had shamefully shed while pleading with him to destroy Frieza once and for all. After everything that he had endured since returning to Earth that day, Vegeta was ready to step in where Kakarot had failed, tear that lizard apart and bathe in his blood, all the while relishing the sounds of his torment. Only he wouldn't get the chance.
Later he would hear from a young boy (yet another Super Saiyan, but how this was possible was beyond any logical reasoning he could think of), claiming to be from the future announce that in three years Vegeta, the Namek and the rest of the warriors, Kakarot excluded, were going to die at the hands of the androids who turned out to be creations of Dr. Gero, a crazy scientist who Kakarot let live and get away. Honestly, that imbecile didn't even deserve the title of Third Class, he was too damn soft for his own good. After hearing and seeing all he could handle, Vegeta flew back to Capsule Corp. to train for the upcoming battle. He would stop at nothing to attain Super Saiyan and take back his title as the most powerful warrior in the universe.
The combination of his explosive thoughts and reckless abandon with his training resulted in his near death in the gravity chamber after it exploded from him doing too much too soon. A moment later, he could hear the woman calling out for him, fear clearly evident in her voice. Vegeta must have been in a state of delirium because he could've sworn that the fear he heard in her voice was for him. He used the last of his strength to pull himself out of the rubble and his eyes landed on her. After ensuring he was okay she made sure to let him know she was very displeased with him for destroying the ship, almost taking her home with it. That bit of fire he saw in her eyes amused him. But the concern for him shining in her eyes, her soft touch on his overheating skin and the kind smile solely meant for him after he collapsed was what caused all his emotions and tumultuous thoughts to rush over him before he blacked out from the pain.
A long moment passed before Vegeta opened his eyes after gathering his jumbled thoughts. It was clear to him that Bulma Briefs meant something significant to him judging by the way she's been unknowingly affecting him. The only time he could remember something similar to this happening was when his father explained the concept of mates to him when he was still a young boy.
King Vegeta had told him of when he first met the Prince's mother. He was taken by her beauty, her fire and her intelligence. He knew from the moment he saw her that she was meant for him. Of course being a prideful and arrogant man, the King had tried vehemently to deny these feelings but to no avail. If anything, their eventual coming together was even more passionate than expected. Unfortunately the king's mate died giving birth to Vegeta so he never really knew her.
The likeness of his situation to his father's was all the confirmation he needed. The loud-mouthed, sharp tongued, arrogant, feisty yet beautiful spitfire was his destined mate. Although he couldn't say he was disappointed. Oh just the opposite really. He was actually quite pleased it was her. She could match him tit for tat and she'd be able to hold her own when they verbally sparred. All he needed to do now was confront the woman and see if she reacts to him the same way he does to her.
He stood up from his seated position and headed to the door. As he stepped outside, he noticed that it was dark out and looked up at the newly restored full moon, shining in the night sky. He had spent a lot of time lost in his thoughts but in the end he had formulated a plan. He smirked as he strolled across the yard towards the main house, searching for the woman's ki as he did. It seemed she was still in her lab working.
She would try her damnedest to fight off his attempts to seduce her into leaving her soon-to-be former mate for him, he just knew it. He wouldn't expect anything less from her. Little did she know that the more she ran, the sweeter the hunt would be for him. His heart started beating faster the longer he stared at the orb in the sky, his smirk growing into a predatory grin, his fangs glistening in the moonlight, as primal thoughts whispered to him all the delicious ways he could go about enticing Bulma into being his mate. He could hardly wait.
Author's Note: Hey guys. This is the second chapter done and dusted. So as you probably noticed, this chapter was focused on our resident Saiyan Prince, his feelings for Bulma and what they mean. I'll try and keep him as in character as possible cause we all love our standoffish aristocrat. But don't worry, the next chapter will have the upcoming encounter between them. It's definitely gonna be SOMETHING. I'll make an effort to upload every 2 days, at the very least. I just wanna send a quick shout to Beaglinda and Khloe(guest) for leaving reviews. You guys rock! Please RR! Until next time!