Note: There was a question about the age and the flashback. Bulma was ten years old when she first met Vegeta, She wasn't in love with him, and she had thought that she had made a friend. Then afterwards when she grew up, she fell in love with a man that she didn't know. It's a bit like a mysterious love. If you noticed she was barely just a child, but she knew that she would get married someday to some man, so she believed in love, when she was younger. Thanks for the question. If you guys have any more, feel free to ask them!

The Prince and His Demon

Chapter 2- What is to be?  

Bulma felt a hand press into her shoulder and quickly felt her be turned around.

Bulma turned and saw Chi Chi standing nearby. Her worried frown caused Bulma to be confused.

"Chi, what are you doing here?" Bulma asked.

Chi Chi's frown only got worse. "They've been looking everywhere for you! The Prince has arrived! Your father had everyone looking for you. Where have you been?" Chi Chi placed two hands on her hips in anger.

"I've been... I've been out Chi. I wanted to think about it. I mean I'm marrying a man I barely know, and I just found out his name today."

"You'll barely know me, when I get through with you!" Chi Chi said angrily.

Chi Chi huffed, and walked back towards her horse, and got on it. "Hurry up!"

Bulma sighed, and got onto her horse. This was worse than she thought it would be. Her very existence was going to be wiped off, for good, and Chi Chi was here, bickering about her exit.

***

Vegeta stomped around; his patience was being worn thin. He had waited with these idiots long enough, and if she didn't show up soon, he was going to kill every man and woman in sight.

The King sat on his throne, quietly, as did everyone else in the room. It was quiet, except for Vegeta's feet pacing the floor. Then the silence was ended, as the doors to the room, were quietly opened. 

Vegeta's eyes turned towards the door. He watched as a young maiden walked into the room, swept a curtsy towards the king and queen, and apologized for the lateness of the princess.

Vegeta watched with his dark eyes, as a lady was introduced into the room. A blue veil covered her face and hair. He watched curiously to see what lied beneath the veil.

She stopped in front of him, but oddly enough he could not see her face. She curtsied and stood up again. 

"Remove it." Vegeta commanded. 

She brought her small hands up, but hesitated. Was this how she was going to be treated from now on, as a mere slave, on her own planet?

He watched as she hesitated. Her hands on the veil, but not removing it. She was going too slow for him. He grabbed the end of the veil and yanked it off.

She screamed as he pulled the veil violently off of her face. She blinked once, and then twice, her vision seemed to be blurred for a moment. Her eyes settled upon a man, with a widow's peak, and a stern face.

She screamed again. "You!" she hissed. Her hands shook as she took another step back from him.

Vegeta smirked. So she remembered eh? Well this was getting more interesting as it went along. He watched as her eyes widen in fear, fear of him? Or the fact that he was a ghost of her past?

The King cleared his throat. "Is there anything wrong, Bulma?" The King had sat through the whole ordeal, not quiet understanding what was happening.

"There... there is nothing wrong father... I mean... I'm fine." Bulma whispered.

"What is it woman? See a ghost?" Vegeta barked out a laugh, the sent Bulma's blood run cold. This wasn't the same man she had knew when she was a child. This man seemed distant, an evil aura surrounded him. 

"I... no... I don't." Bulma looked at him, as his eyes burned with intense heat.  

Vegeta stalked towards her, his eyes were dark, focused only on her. Bulma pushed backwards a bit, to get away from him, but it didn't seem possible.  

When he had backed her up against the wall, he leaned forward, letting his breathe caress her face, before whispering into her ear, "I'm going to make your life a living hell." She shivered at his words. This was not a man, but a demon.

This was a sin, but soon it would be hell when she arrived with him back at his home planet. Vegeta pulled back from her, watching her expression. Her face showed fear, resentment, and was that curiosity? Well she would figure out that curiosity killed the animal that got in the way of Vegeta.

Vegeta walked back towards the King's throne. "She is fine, and she will be leaving with me tomorrow. I have wasted enough time with this entire ordeal. Send her to my room after this, we have much to discuss about."

Bulma didn't like the way he said "Discuss" This wasn't good. She watched as he walked briskly out of the room, as if he had not had an effect on everyone in the room. As soon as he exited, whispers began to circulate about, while all the nobles talked amongst themselves about the private Prince. 

Bulma looked at her parents, as they spoke in hushed voices. "Stop it!" She screamed at everyone. All eyes became fixated on her. "I know you are talking about him!" She yelled. 

"Bulma, I think we should do as he said, and let you meet up with him. If we don't... then, well we don't know what will come out of it."

"Fine, but if I die, it will be on your heads." She pointed a finger towards the crowd.

She stormed out of room, wanting to get away from the accusing stares, and whispers. She had heard what one of the nobles had said, and it had made her blood boil.

A hand reached out and covered her mouth, as something wrapped itself around her waist. She tried to scream, but to no avail. Whoever grabbed her was strong.

"Don't say anything." A voice whispered. She instantly knew that voice. He continued to keep a steel grip on her. She hadn't even seen this coming. He was covered in the deep shadows of the palace.

He quickly dragged her towards the south side of the palace, as she continued to struggle against him.

She should have figured that it was fertile, to fight against someone who was stronger than her. He quickly pulled her into a dark room, and then threw her on the ground.

She screamed as her back hit the cold marble floor. She shivered as the floor touched her skin.  

He looked down at her, even though the entire room was shrouded in darkness, he could still see her face, and her features.  

He stalked towards her, and pressed her up against himself. He could feel her fear, running through her.  

"There are some things you need to understand. There will be no what you humans call a 'wedding' there will simply be a mating session, in which we bond. Do not challenge yourself to me, because if you do not comply, in the end I will still take you by force."

Bulma stared at him, or what she could see of him, which was only his hair, in the moonlight shining through the window nearby.

"I... I don't understand, what you mean..." Bulma replied. Her mind raced with facts. What had she learned about Sayians and their rituals, but at the moment her mind seemed to have blanked out most of anything normal. She could feel him press up against her. It was nerve-racking to be so close to him.

She watched in fascination as he bared his fangs at her. She had never seen teeth so sharp and white. It was mesmerizing. Before she knew what was happening, he pulled her close to him, his tail wrapping itself around her waist, and his arms pulling her with him.

Vegeta leaned forward, trailing her neck with soft kisses. She didn't make a noise at all, he supposed he had shocked her, but what he was about to do, would shock her more.

He pressed his teeth against her neck, and bit in roughly, causing her to give out a strangled cry of pain. He watched her expression, as she shut her eyes in pain. It was always unbearable the first time, but she would get use to it. She limped against him, and he knew she was tired. Tired of everything that had happened today.

He carried her to the bed in the middle of the lavish room. Placing her carefully upon it. He looked at her for a split second before deciding that he needed to speak to that fool that he called his father to tell him what was done was done.

***

"You asked for it, old man and you got what you wanted," Vegeta hissed at the screen before him.

"Vegeta, remember this is a political marriage. Don't get into anything you know you won't like in the near future." King Vegeta was sitting on his throne, bored, watching his son who was pissed off at nothing in particular.

"I know Father." Vegeta snapped. "I need to get back, I have important issues to deal with right now, and that doesn't include you."

King Vegeta stroked his brown goatee lightly, smirking at his son. "So let it be."

Vegeta turned off the screen in front of him, and sighed. He was in hell. 

***

Bulma woke up groggily, not knowing where she had ended up. Her memory seemed a bit fazed at the moment as well. She remembered a dark shadow, and a voice, a male was it? Her eyes slowly adjusted to her surroundings. She sat up, noticing that the room was dark.

The moonlight gleamed from outside the balcony windows, giving her enough information that she wasn't in her room at all.

She looked around, not quite sure what to do. She quickly noticed a dark shadow near the balcony.

She wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out of her mouth. Why couldn't she remember anything? Then flashbacks came to her, faster than she ever wanted them to.

She watched in horror as her childhood flashed past her eyes. She screamed, clutching her head tightly, trying to ward away the memories. It wasn't as if she had bad memories to remember, it was just that they were flashing so fast past her eyes that she couldn't hold on, she felt her soul be torn away from her. For a fraction of a second, she withdrew from the world. 

Vegeta turned around as he heard her scream. He quickly rushed to her side. He had been taking her memories out to see her as she was. He didn't know that the effects would do this to her.

He frowned as he looked at her. She fell limp in his arms, as if she couldn't support herself. He withdrew his mind from hers. It was enough, that he had entered her mind without her permission. He would leave her be for tonight.   

***

Radditz looked out from the ship's window. His brother stood next to him. Their father was still at home, working on the newest protective shield against the attacks of other planets. Not that there was anything to worry about. No planet dared to put a foot out of line with them around.

But of course there was always a problem. The Ice-Jins, believed themselves to be more powerful. The two worlds had been in war since the dawn of time. Fighting till death could no longer avoid both species.  

Kakarrot twisted his head to look at his brother. "What do you think he's doing right now?" Kakarrot jerked his head towards the palace that loomed above the ship.

"How should I know? Making negotiations with the council. Why should I care, I want to get back to Vegetasei as soon as possible." Radditz looked out at the land that covered the planet. He wanted to get back as soon as possible.

"Is this about Yuna? You know she's going to be fine. Your going to be a father, brother, lighten up." Radditz glared at his brother. This was what he had been dreading. He left his wife just a few weeks before her birth, and he was scared, that he wouldn't be in time for the child's birth.  

"Besides you know, if anything happened, Yuna would have contacted Vegeta long ago, and you would be back on Vegetasei, welcoming a new brat into the world."

Radditz nodded his head. It wasn't as if he didn't work for the elite guard. But he had also seen things that he thought he would never have to see.

He had first meet Vegeta when they were around sixteen years of age. Back then he was carefree, didn't give a damn about anything around him. Radditz could remember the times they would go into the woods and hunt for wild forest animals. He remembered how Vegeta was back then.

But that all changed, when King Vegeta requested that the two of them join in the elite guard. Radditz had been hesitant at first, because it was known that the elite guard was a brutal force within the Vegetasei army. He had seen these men show no emotion, and could probably kill with the look of an eye.

The next thing he knew, Vegeta had dragged him into the guard. They were worked to the bone and Radditz had seen the change. Vegeta no longer cared to have fun, his life was built on power. He strived for it, and he yearned for it. Radditz remembered the way Vegeta use to look, but now… Now he was a fighter.

The thing that Radditz hated most was the fact that Vegeta had killed. It wasn't as if he hadn't ever done it. But Vegeta… Vegeta when he killed, he got a blood thirst that could not be quenched.

Radditz could almost remember the day Vegeta had killed that woman. An innocent bystander, and he had killed her in cold blood. Radditz turned his head away from the window. He didn't want to see this planet anymore. He wanted to be home, and with his wife once again.

Kakarrot looked at his brother curiously. "What is it brother?" He always wondered why Radditz would drift from reality into fantasy. 

Radditz shook his head. "Nothing, I'm fine. Get back to your post and we'll talk about this when we get home."

Kakarrot sighed. He was never going to get any answers from his brother.

***

What about Vegeta marrying Bulma for political reasons? What will happen next? Sorry about not having this out sooner. I got swamped up in my finals. I promise the next chapter will come out sooner than this one. I hoped you enjoyed reading the second chapter.