******Vegeta******
Earth. Of all the places in the universe for her to be, it just so happened to be the place Raditz was currently heading to. And of all the times for him to trust a delicate job to one of his lackeys. Vegeta sighed, a range of emotions and thoughts spiraling in his head as he sat in the darkness.
"Earth," he said out loud again, still unable to fully comprehend the opportunity he missed by not retrieving Kakarot himself. It wasn't an entire loss though. He could always go when Raditz screwed this up, and he would screw it up. He always did when a planet had beautiful creatures that could distract him.
He smirked, feeling like once again he had everything falling into place. Sure, he didn't know how big the planet was or the population but finding her would be much easier since narrowing it down to 1 specific planet. He stood from his makeshift bed on the gigantic branches of the trees of Planet Limoth, the most recent purge, and began to pace.
If he wanted to get closer to Earth without raising suspicion, he'd have to start planning the purges along planets in that direction. The problem was, there weren't as many inhabited planets in that direction. This would be a risky move if he didn't want to set off alarms. The only choice he would have is to radio into base and inform them of Kakarot and their plans to head to Earth for him.
"Raditz will be there in a matter of weeks now. If we move now, we might be able to get within a year's worth of travel to reach Earth when he messes up. If we radio in when we get closer and send this planet as our current location when we do, that would buy me at least 3 weeks that I can spend on Earth searching for her…"
He stopped musing out loud and took a few steps closer to the direction he could hear Nappa snoring, staring in the general direction and clenching his fists in a bit of irritation.
"But what will I do with Nappa? Training on purged planets has only kept him distracted for several days, but spending time on a planet I have no intention of purging…. well, that won't sit well with him. Purging Earth probably wouldn't sit well with the woman and there would be a chance she'd be killed in the crossfire…."
Vegeta would have to figure something out if this was going to work in his favor in any way. Even if he did order Nappa to stay out of the way and cause no damage, he'd still find a way. He was like a mammoth in a field of flowers, destruction was always underfoot no matter how lightly he stepped.
"Fuck it! I have more than a year to figure it out!" He said with final determination. Vegeta headed to his pod and began taking note of their coordinates and planning out how he would approach the woman when he finally found her.
******Bulma******
For several weeks, Bulma suffered in the silence of her room. Drunken nights for the first week but eventually she came to terms with the break-up. It still hurt when she thought about it – which was still often – but as each day passed, she placed less and less blame on herself. There was no point in it. They both had denied things for too long and it spiraled out of control. It wasn't fair for anyone and now they were all paying the price.
Feeling like she was trapped, Bulma decided she needed to get out. Get some fresh air, see some friends, try to pretend like she was okay. Maybe if she said it enough to people then it would start being true. So, she did the one thing she hadn't done in a long time, she called everyone and set up a meeting at Master Roshi's.
Even Goku was going to be there! No one had seen or heard from him since he ran off and married Chi-Chi after the last tournament. Perhaps that would mean everyone would crowd around him and not ask her about Yamcha. She smiled reminiscently and sighed as she looked out her balcony window.
"Oh, Goku. I wonder what you've been up to all these years…"
When she finally arrived at Master Roshi's, she wasn't at all surprised that Goku wasn't even there yet. He never could be on time! For a while, Bulma thought she would explode after receiving the unwanted 20 questions about Yamcha, but she played it off as if it had been a mutual decision and mentioned nothing of the "Prince" that had involved himself in their lives.
They had always kept it a secret from their friends seeing as how Yamcha was embarrassed by not having the strength to stay in control of his own body. Bulma couldn't blame him though, it was more of a pride thing than a shame thing.
After a while, Goku showed up and with a small kid hanging onto his leg. They all stared in awe at first and reeled back in horror when they saw his son's tail. They side-stepped the subject as they always had and were about to move the conversation inside when a stranger flew in sporting a similar tail of his own….
******Vegeta******
They listened to the transmissions as they made their camp. Raditz had confirmed his arrival and was now following his scouter to the highest power levels. It came to no surprise that Kakarot had not purged the planet. If he had he wouldn't have stayed there for so long. After all, the records indicated that he was sent as a child with orders to return to his pod after he was finished.
Sitting around the campfire, Vegeta side-eyed Nappa, waiting for their food to finish cooking. Nappa had been acting strange since they left Limoth. Asking tons of questions about their reasons for heading further away from Frieza.
"I'm just wonderin' if Frieza is going to have a fit when he finds out what we're doin'. That last message seemed too…. lenient. Since when has Frieza not cared so much about what we've been doing?"
"Since we were ordered to keep purging and find more Saiyans, Nappa. Frieza hasn't cared for a few years now, why would he care now as long as we raise his planet count? He hasn't ordered us back OR given us direction. As far as I'm concerned, we're not disobeying. Get in your pod, set the coordinates I gave you and shut the fuck up!"
"Yes, Prince Vegeta."
His thoughts were interrupted when the sounds of an ongoing battle rang through the scouter. He knew it, he knew Raditz would fuck this up. With the last words of his fallen comrade choking through the transmission, Vegeta grinned. Here was his chance to go to Earth, just as planned.
Suddenly, new information was being given to them and even more motive arose.
"Balls that grant any wish you want, huh? Nappa, get the pods ready! I think we have a new opportunity on our hands!" exclaimed Vegeta as he shoved the rest of his food in his mouth.
"Uh….do you think these balls really exist, Vegeta? Sounds like a waste of time if you ask me."
"Well, I'm not fucking asking you, am I? Besides, we are now not only one Saiyan short, but we've missed the opportunity to recruit another, which were our orders in the first place! We can't let those worthless scum wish Kakarot back with those orbs and get away with this, can we? No, I think we should teach them a lesson and if Kakarot still refuses, then I will kill him again. Not to mention, Kakarot had a son, a strong one. Meaning not only are the women compatible, but we could also have a chance at building an army…"
Vegeta rubbed his chin in contemplation as he spoke, Nappa only watching him curiously. If they bred an army, they could take out Frieza for sure! The universe wouldn't stand a chance with a new, stronger breed of Saiyan!
'And I will get my chance to make her my Queen,' he thought to himself, his heart pounding in excitement as he recalled their last conversation.
"…It's not fair. I know that it's not fair… to Yamcha. He's been hurt enough through all of this. It's too much to ask him to keep being with me just because I can't help but want to see you…. or the you that is trapped in there…"
"I CAN'T HELP BUT WANT TO SEE YOU…"
Nappa seemed to think it over and then agreed with Vegeta. Liking the idea even more after Vegeta mentioned creating an army. He did so love to get laid, but unlike Raditz, he didn't often bed women with his charm.
They set off to get ready for their new mission, checking in with Frieza's ship using their previous coordinates to "buy themselves time for women" as Vegeta had put it. When Vegeta gathered what few pieces of food he was taking, he could hear Nappa talking by the pods.
"Yes, that's correct, Lord Frieza…"
*******Bulma*****
Bulma was on the verge of exploding from the sheer emotional stress. Everything that could have gone wrong, had. Chi-Chi took the news as expected and the message from Yajirobe had her cramped in an Airbus with Yamcha as they rounded everyone up for training with Kami. She was exhausted and numb.
When she finally got home, she fell onto her bed and cried. She cried for everything and everyone she had lost. It was just too much. Too much all at once. It was hard enough trying to keep it all together in front of everyone when talking about Yamcha but having to try and hold it together as everything else was unraveling had taken such a toll on her.
She felt helpless. Everyone was training with Kami, which meant she had nothing to do but sit and wait and worry. There was no way she could predict what would happen in the next year, but she did know she didn't want to die alone…
******Yamcha******
His training began soon after they reached the Lookout. He was shocked by the room that led them to experience the brutality and power of 2 older Saiyans, even more so after finding out the 2 that would be arriving in a year were even stronger than that. It would be tough but he had to push himself, had to keep pace with the others who were already ahead of him in terms of power.
Every day, Kami and Mr. Popo would push them to extremes and Yamcha could barely stand at the end of the day, but he pressed onward anyway, telling himself he needed to protect Earth and prove that he was strong. Stronger than any opponent he could face, stronger than the so-called "Prince."
Weeks had gone by just fine – he had made plenty of progress and his body was finally becoming accustomed to the soreness of the intense training – and then it happened again. He could sense "Prince" the moment he arrived. Yamcha did his best to ignore him and stay in control, but it was a futile struggle after "Prince" connected the dots.
His body was taken over mid-spar and he took several blows to his torso before he went on the defensive. He could hear everyone around him asking where these sudden attacks were coming from. Commenting that he had been holding back some very impressive skills.
He wanted to die. Once again, "Prince" was proving that he was better than him in yet another aspect that damaged his pride.
'When will this torment end?!' He thought, as he felt his head snap back from the force of Tien's right hook.
Yamcha's body rebounded, landing a few more blows before Kami called off the spar. For a moment, it felt like "Prince" had lost his interest, but he never left…
******Vegeta******
It was strange. The orange path that once led to that sparring kid all those years ago was…. faint. He almost hadn't noticed it aside from hoping to jump in and do some mental training while stuck in the pod for a whole damn year. Nonetheless, he attempted to follow it and was led to a dead end, the path fading to nothing about halfway to where the door should be.
"What the Hell?" he asked out loud to no one in particular. He had never seen this happen and he was becoming more and more curious. Vegeta shook his head and instead walked back to the beginning and found his usual blue path instead.
He had suspected that perhaps Yamcha would be training and with any luck, he would be training for their arrival. Vegeta had never bothered to figure out if Earth was an advanced planet with space travel technology. Most planets they had recently purged didn't. He suspected that if they didn't, then perhaps their leaders would begin recruiting all fighters in the news of their impending doom had been reported.
When he arrived, he was shocked to find out that he was right, and also standing in front of a tall three-eyed man and a short, man with no nose. He observed at first, taking in the scenery of the training area and the other people there.
'This is it? This is all they have to protect their planet? These peons are going to fail miserably!'
With each hit taken and landed, Vegeta gauged the power from both ends. Yamcha was the weakest, not by much, but enough to irritate Vegeta. He took over, showing off that skill could do just as much damage as raw power even though they still didn't hold a candle to Nappa, let alone himself.
Once the spar was called off, Vegeta handed the reins back to Yamcha, observing more of their training methods. He had decided that he would help him get stronger if only to be some semblance of a challenge when he arrived. Whether he fought for his planet or for his woman, Vegeta was going to make sure they met face to face.
*******Bulma******
Before they all knew it, Goku had come to Master Roshi as a disembodied voice, warning them that the Saiyans were arriving sooner than expected. The Dragon Balls had already been gathered but they with only one wish available, they couldn't wish Goku back to Earth. It was suddenly a race to see who could arrive first, Goku or the Saiyans.
The decimation of a city hitting every news outlet had made it clear. It was the Saiyans. It wasn't long before Chi-Chi had arrived at Master Roshi's and even less time than that for every news channel to start broadcasting the now ongoing battle, if it could even be called that.
They watched in anticipation as they seemed to just toy with each other, seemingly waiting for Goku to get there to make the battle worth fighting. Even Bulma seemed to feel the hatred from the Saiyan as he stared down her ex. How could anyone have this much burning hatred towards someone they had never met?
Soon, little green men popped out of the ground and Bulma's life with Yamcha was suddenly flashing before her eyes. She was at a loss the moment he was latched onto, left numb and broken when the smoke cleared and Yamcha lay on the ground, unmoving.
She didn't even remember reacting to anything after that, her mind only focused on the last image of Yamcha. Even when the TV had stopped broadcasting and Baba came to watch the fight from her crystal ball – it was all black, dead space in her memory.
******Vegeta******
Vegeta did as he usually did, ordered Nappa to destroy the surrounding area to protect their pods and send a message and then set off in search of the strongest fighters. He played it cool, acting as if all of them and this planet were all new to him. Finally standing in front of the man he lived through for so many years, he was excited to fight. His blood boiled to show him who really was the superior male. Yamcha couldn't win against him in his own body, and he sure as hell wasn't going to win face to face.
His gut twisted when he made eye contact with Yamcha, glaring him down into submission as he wondered what a woman like Bulma ever saw in a man like him. Oh, did he hope that she could see this. The downfall of her former mate by the man she had often longed to be with.
Vegeta's glare was so intense that waves of dark energy emanated from his body, scaring even Nappa enough to take a few steps back.
'At least she will have a chance to have me while I'm not in that hideous body of inadequacy.'
He smirked and carried on. Everything was going as planned, no one was hurt and, of course, no one was talking about the Dragon Balls. His temper was starting to rise as his patience began to wear thin, but he kept Nappa on a short leash, relatively speaking.
To liven things up, Vegeta decided they would use the Saibamen. Something to get everyone warmed up for battle. He hadn't expected for things to end the way they did. Yamcha was dead, killed by a Saibaman with a self-destruct feature. All that training, all that battle strategizing that Vegeta had instilled into him. Wasted.
He should have known that Yamcha wouldn't accept his help, even if it did prolong the inevitable. He rolled his eyes and tried not to break his nonchalance. Of course, he wouldn't have accepted the help, all Vegeta did was cause him trouble. Now he tried to help him, even if it was to make things more interesting for himself, and Yamcha died without even landing one hit on Vegeta.
'So much for fighting for the woman,' he growled.
With Yamcha gone, so was his patience. The game was over, and the battle commenced. It was relatively boring up until Kakarot showed up. It was almost instantaneous how Vegeta seized his opportunity. Nappa's back was broken, he was useless.
"Tell me, Nappa. Just what were you reporting to Frieza before we came to Earth?"
"I…. I didn't report nothing! Vegeta….please…..help me…"
"Oh no, I don't think so. I overheard you talking on the scouter, Nappa. If you want anything from me, you'll tell me what I want to know!"
Nappa grumbled but gave in. He was in severe pain and in no way able to move. He knew he was done for, the least he could do now was give his Prince the loyalty he deserved.
"I…. told Frieza everything. What we were doing and where we were headed. He….he said he'd found a female Saiyan and…..and that she would be spared if I just helped him keep tabs on you…."
Vegeta stared at Nappa for a long moment, unable to believe his ears. He soon grabbed Nappa's hand and flung him into the air.
"You were played for a fool! You are worthless to me!"
Goku, Krillin, and Gohan watched in horror as Vegeta killed his own comrade in cold blood. If he was this cruel to those closest to him, what would he do to his enemies?
******Bulma******
It was unreal. The power of the battle could be felt in small waves. Goku was on a whole new level of power and the Saiyan, Vegeta, he was even stronger. She wouldn't have ever guessed that power like this existed and it stumped her how Vegeta was still this strong after not training for a year and vice versa for Goku.
For a brief moment, she thought Goku wouldn't win. She thought that life on their planet was over and she'd be turned into a slave. After all, what man could possibly resist a beauty such as herself? Her thoughts of being enslaved had only worsened when Vegeta began to tirade mid-battle. Yelling, "You can't defeat me! I am The Prince of all Saiyans!" Her mind was instantly reminded of the second night with him.
"Prince. Call me, 'your Prince.'"
'Oh no, get your mind out of the gutter, Bulma! There's so much happening right now!'
Thankfully, Goku won the fight, barely, but left everyone stunned when he told Krillin to let Vegeta go. She almost yelled at him when they picked him up, almost finished the job for Vegeta, but she just couldn't bring herself to be mad. Gohan was safe and Goku was alive. Now if only they could bring everyone else back…
It had been less than a week before they took off to Namek. Information from King Kai and Mr. Popo leading them to everything they needed to revive their fallen friends. But just as luck would have it…. Vegeta was here.
******Vegeta******
It was humiliating. Seeing that small, nose-less bastard obey Kakarot's command and letting him go. He didn't need mercy, he would have died a warrior! Died on the battlefield and reached Oninvhal like the rest of his race. He would have been free!
Vegeta sneered as he thought about that moment. It replayed over and over as he floated in the regen tank, hearing comments from the doctors that they had never seen anyone with such severe injuries. Clearly, they would have been baffled if they ever saw the things Frieza would do to him.
Once he was released, Vegeta headed straight to Namek and began risking it all for a wish and a chance at true freedom. He hadn't expected to see her there. She was more gorgeous than he remembered. Seeing her through his own eyes at last and all he could think about was taking her into the nearby cave and experiencing her with his own flesh.
He watched her carefully, ignoring the fact that she was rolling a huge Dragon Ball into the cave. A dastardly idea formed in his head and he was suddenly moving closer, wanting to tease her and perhaps find out if she would be willing to have a little fun.
"Well, well, well! What do we have here?"
"Eeeeekkkk! Uh…. V-Vegeta what are you doing here?"
Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her and slowly walked forward.
"I don't recall mentioning my name….," he said in a soft, husky tone as he made his way over to her. She tried to back away, but he only pinned her to the wall, ignoring the Dragon Ball for the time being. "…. but since you seem to already be acquainted with it, perhaps I can get you to scream if for me."
He tilted his head and ran his nose along her jaw, inhaling as he moved towards her neck and pressing his lips onto her skin. Her gasps and the slight trembling of her body as he pressed up against her was exciting him, he was almost ashamed when he felt his suit growing tighter. That was until a second, deep inhale left him purring at the scent of her own excitement.
*******Bulma******
She was suddenly trapped! Bulma just couldn't believe her luck! Stuck in a cave hiding a Dragon Ball and who of all people find her? Vegeta. The murderous Prince that killed all of her friends! Okay, so he didn't technically kill anyone but Nappa, but he was still at fault!
There were no words to explain how she felt the moment he pinned her to the wall. He was clearly going to have his way with her, she just knew it! She almost screamed when he pressed his lips to her neck, almost died when he nibbled on her ear, almost came in her pants when he pressed his hard cock into her thigh.
'No no no no no! Vegeta bad! Vegeta bad! Damn it, Bulma, don't enjoy this!'
He suddenly turned away from her, looking towards the cave entrance and looking back at her with a panty-wetting smirk.
"I'll have you scream later. There's someone that needs violent attention nearby."
His eyes focused on hers, the longing and lust behind them made her want him even more and suddenly he was gone. He moved so fast Bulma couldn't track him. Just like that, she was alone in the cave again with her heart racing a million miles a minute.
"Oh Kami, that look, that smirk! Oh no! Why do you have to be attracted to such bad boys!"
Bulma slowly slid down the cave wall, stopping once she was finally sitting on the cold, hard ground and hoping that her sudden urges would go away soon. The way he had cornered her, the way he gently teased her, the way he looked and smirked at her….it was all like Yamcha used to do. Well, not Yamcha but "Prince."
Her mind was flooded of the memories of him asking about her tech, teasing her, touching her….it was all too much!
"Okay, alright, I can do this. Get it together, Bulma. 'Prince' isn't Vegeta. I'm just forcing the similarities because it's been so long. That's it! I haven't been touched like that since…. since… oh Lord, it's been like 3 years! No wonder those stupid moves from that murderous little asshole were doing it! Ugh gross!"
Bulma stood and began pacing the cave, thinking of everything she found unappealing. From bugs to Yajirobe to Oolong. Before she knew it, she was cooled off and sleeping next to the Dragon Ball. It didn't take long for her dreams to betray her though.
She replayed the moment up until he pinned her. Everything was the same, word for word until she reciprocated. Bulma lifted her left leg and pressed it to his hip, stopping him from jabbing her with his length and, instead, gave him the option to rub against her soaked pants. She could feel the vibrations from his chest as he let out a pleased hum, his hips moving slightly against her.
"You smell….needy…," he said as he paused to breathe in her scent. "I think I need to have a taste…."
Bulma squealed giddily as Vegeta showed off his Saiyan strength, lifting her legs over his shoulders and holding her up against the wall. She looked down at him, breathless and unable to speak. She couldn't say 'no,' not that she wanted to, and she couldn't tell him what she wanted. Not that it was necessary.
Vegeta kept his eyes on hers for as long as he could before the fabric of her yellow vest blocked his view. The sensation of a tongue pressing into the skintight pants suddenly indicating what he was doing. She let out a moan of pleasure as the texture of the fabric rubbed against her. He was teasing her, sucking on the soaked pants and then attacking her with his tongue just as she was about to beg for more.
It was like he knew when and how her body needed to be touched. She moaned louder and louder, almost screaming in orgasm when he ripped the fabric with his teeth and dove his tongue in and out of her, lapping at her clit for a few seconds before diving back in.
"Yes! Oh, Yes! Oh God, Vegeta, I'm gonna….gonna…"
"Yoohoo! Bulma, are you okay! Wake up!"
"Huh?! What?! No! Get away!" She shouted at her attacker, swinging and landing a fist right at the top of his head.
"Bulma, you were shaking. Are you alright?" asked Gohan as she finally came to her senses.
"You were making some strange whimpering noises too," added Krillin holding the top of his head with one hand and wiping away a few pain-induced tears with the other.
"Oh. It was a dream," muttered Bulma. She quickly backtracked after the quizzical looks she was getting from Krillin and Gohan and quickly excused it as a nightmare. She told them about her encounter with Vegeta, well the part of him finding her and promising to come back later, and claimed he was trying to kill her in the dream.
The two bought it and began making plans to find a new cave to hide in while Bulma was mortified that she would even have such a dream with a man like that.
******Vegeta******
He had gone after Zarbon and taken his beating only for Zarbon to drag him back to Frieza. Why Frieza had put him in the regen tank was unclear, but what was clear was he would be getting stronger the moment he was healed. Vegeta thought back to the cave and to Bulma, thankful that his erection had gone down by the time he was fighting Zarbon.
Moments later, the alarms on the ship were sounding off. Vegeta took his chance and made off with the Dragon Balls on Frieza's ship before anyone could notice which way he went. He followed the orbs to their new resting places and gathered them into a small crevasse for safe keeping.
He headed back towards the cave he found Bulma to, hopefully, seduce the other Dragon Ball away from her but found Krillin and Bulma hovering by the cave mouth as Zarbon demanded they give it to him.
"You'll have to go through me to get it!" Stated Vegeta menacingly.
"Ah, Vegeta. There you are! Why don't you be a good little monkey and fetch me the ones you stole?"
"Hmph! As if I take orders from you!"
With a sudden power-up, Vegeta charged at Zarbon. The two went blow for blow briefly until they were at another standstill, exchanging threats and insults yet again. It wasn't until Vegeta heard Bulma cheering for Zarbon to slaughter him that he decided he was going to end it.
He charged again, pushing Zarbon to use more and more power, outmatching him at every turn. Soon, Zarbon had no choice but to transform and the sounds of disgust from the ground were all the cheering Vegeta needed. He hadn't been able to prove his alpha-male status using Yamcha or Kakarot, but he wasn't going to miss using Zarbon.
He licked his lips and looked back over his shoulder to Bulma and unleashed a powerful Galick Gun at Zarbon, disintegrating him almost instantly. Vegeta landed near them, a confident smirk aimed at Bulma, and took several steps before sensing 5 strong power levels headed their way.
"Oh no…"
