Chapter 2
Bulma heard a knock at her door as she walked to her door in new dress, as she opened the door she saw Vegeta looking awkward in civilian clothing, he crossed his arms with a sour look on his face it was a look of a spoilt child. He wore a black shirt that fit his muscular body well and tights jeans, she laughed at his reaction and he looked up seeing her in her fine dress and he looked off.
" Human clothing are so strange, you suit them off course but this is different from my royal amour"
" Well you can't wear that amour all the time and besides you look good in that clothing."
He looked away trying to ignore her..
" So on today's date were going to find out a bit more about each other."
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They walked through town and Bulma spotted a restaurant they could dine in.
" How about here? " She questioned curious
" Whatever suits you, I will eat anything as long as it is in large amounts."
" Don't worry I'll have that sorted for you , your highness." Bulma replied lightly
They entered the restaurant and Bulma got them a table, it had a red cloth on and a candle sat in the middle under glass flowing.
The two sat across from each other as Bulma talked to the waiter who seemed annoyed at at her request.
The heiress put her long fingers together and cupped them under her chin.
" Well then you have the honour of going first , tell me more about yourself Prince Vegeta."
She observed Vegeta who seemed uneasy with her question and he gritter his teeth.
" What is it you want to know, my heiress?" He questions back unnerved
" About your past off course." Bulma replied joyfully
He watched the waiter pour none alcoholic wine in glasses and he waited to that man left before he talked.
" Fine but it's not a fully happy story, so don't blame me if you feel sad." He snaps the agitated
" I was born on planet Vegeta, off course you've met my father and my mother died sometime after I was born so I don't know her. Any ways when I was young probably maybe about 5, Freiza came to the planet and forces me to join his army.
Vegeta took a drink of wine as he watched her fascinated face and eyes observe him intense.
" My father tried to fight this, but he was to weak, so for many years I fought for that bastard Freiza's , I was nothing but his plaything. He sent me on missions I should of died on and with my warrior blood I began to enjoy killing and hurting people. I enjoyed fighting and becoming stronger on his behave but I still resented Freiza. Any ways the Saiyans gathered together on my behave and fought Frieza together to end his reign of terror."
Vegeta looked at her now seeing her face looking sad, well he did warn her and maybe he saw her thinking.
"Do you still like killing and hurting people?" Bulma interrupted curious
"Not really but I still like fighting and becoming stronger but that is my blood." He replied "Any ways let me finish this story." Vegeta continued
" Freiza died at their hands and I was freed, since then my father has been trying to make up for what happened. It was why I got my deal with you."
Bulma looked up as she moved her hair feeling awkward, the masses of food were brought to the table and as they eat Vegeta asked.
" So it's your turn to tell me more about yourself Bulma." He asked his mouth half full of food.
" Urg you Saiyans lack any table manners, but there is so much to tell. After all I went on so many adventures and that was two years ago. "
Vegeta nodded.
" Tell me then."
" Well you can't tell anyone about this but when I was 16, I found this Dragon Ball in my basement, I studied it invented something to track their unique energy."
She refused to give him every detail of her adventures or the name of the device she made just encase.
" I was looking for one of these Dragon balls in the countryside when I literally ran into my best friend Goku, who's s Saiyan like you but I didn't know that then. We argued for a moment over silly things and we became friends. I took him with me and we set out on our adventures."
She told him everything that had happened till Goku had recently grew up onto a young man, but Goku had asked Chi-Chi to marry him at that gala and not the world's martial arts tournament.
" You've archive a lot in two years." Vegeta offered calmly
He finished his food and looked her over.
" This food was pleasing, still I want to taste meal that is cooked at the hands of my wife to be."
Bulma coughed and laughed.
" Who told you I could cook? I am the worst cook ever, I mean mama tried to teach me but I always burned everything and almost burned down the kitchen."
She laughed a little thinking of that stupid incident.
" It's why we have robots who help in the kitchen to provide food, if mama isn't around they will cook for you. It's not like I have time to cook anyway and I'm not the type who would cook for you."
She shakes her head and thought on how she couldn't cook and the reasons why.
" Fine I get it, but I still want to taste one meal made from your hands. It doesn't matter how bad it is. To us Saiyans it's a romantic jester."
" Heh well if I burn down the kitchen it's on you." Bulma jokes lightly
Vegeta smirked somewhat but he was unused to human humour or jokes.
The two finished their meal and as they walked the streets of West City, Bulma put a shawl over her shoulders to keep her warn . She reached out to him and took one finger with her finger.
" Tonight was fun, but I think we should go on more dates, we barely scratched the service tonight of getting to know each other." Bulma said in a shy manner
Vegeta nodded again,he rarely spoke unless it was needed. They went back to Capsule Corp and Bulma let go if his hand, she ventured toward her room and noticed he was following her.
" Why are you following me? The guest rooms are that way." She asked confused
" We are to become a married couple then it makes sense that we start sharing a bed."
Bulma blushed.
" No." She simply replied as she hurried off to her room but the Prince was keeping pace.
" Why not? " Vegeta asked
" That because that means you want us to… have sex right? "
Vegeta smirked a little.
" it not happening Vegeta, we just met and went on our first date. That and if we do that and we don't.. "
She went to her door.
" That won't happen then, I merely suggest we share the same bed so that we get used to sleeping in the same bed."
Bulma opened her door and held her middle finger up.
" Too bad for you.. You are not sleeping in here until I decide if your going to be my husband."
She slammed the door shut and locks it and Vegeta smiles heading off to the other way
'Stubborn, fiery, beautiful and off course a free sprite. Ah yes she was meant to be mine now if only she could see that.'
