UPDATE: (Similar to the first chapter) I originally posted this as a one shot but awhile back at the Bulma/Vegeta livejournal community we had a week-long challenge involving the seven deadly sins as prompts so I decided to give this one shot more of a backstory. I didn't post the rest of it on here but since people here seem to be enjoying it too I thought I might as well. It's already finished so don't worry, I'm not quitting "The Deal" to work on this other than minor editing.

Now about Vegeta, when I first posted this story I said "Sorry if Vegeta seems a little OOC here but I think that even he has to get things off his chest every now and again." Now that I'm posting the rest of this I'll go further to say that Vegeta will definitely seem OOC because he wasn't the hardened, killing machine that had everything stolen from him in this. He's a prince and while he's still a fighter he's a little bit spoiled and unaware of the condition of those below him. So while the first chapter is in Bulma point of view, the rest of the story takes place in Vegeta's as we see him face and overcome roadblocks that he never expected to have.

That being said, I hope you enjoy the rest of this story.

Vegeta watched Bulma walk down the dark hallway until she turned the corner. With a sigh, he leant back against the wall and looked up at the stars again. A large part of him wondered what it would be like to rush after her, hold her against him and continue that kiss she had pulled away from far too soon. But in the end his pride held him in his place on the balcony railing, teeth clenched as he tried to forget the taste of the woman he had wanted for so long.

As a child he had thought that he could have anything he wanted but even he could see that that logic didn't hold true any longer. Bulma would never consent to being anything less than equals and his people would never consent to the future king choosing an alien of common blood as his queen. He'd have his title stripped as soon as his intent for her was made public and while he could still overpower everyone he would only be known as a tyrant. Lust was not worth losing everything. And it was only lust. He couldn't afford to believe that it was anything more.

Bulma's reasoning was simple to understand. She was, after all, a very powerful woman in her own right. She inherited Capsule Corporation at the young age of 20 and in less than two years had actually increased their productivity. Then, as per his Father's request, she had come to Vegetasei and had turned the failing economy into a booming business due to her ideas of opening trade routes through the planet and introducing her company's famed capsules to the universe. Rulers from all stretches of the universe had come to barter and make connections strengthening relations all over. Heck there were even a few warring planets that had made peace because of Bulma's actions.

And yet nobody knew. Oh they were told of course. His Father had often bragged about Bulma's talents and resourcefulness. "But surely that's not true?" They had responded with a laugh, "Surely you mean that you did all the work with the attention her products made. There's no way someone from such a low standing would know how to interact with royalty and negotiate for peace." How ignorant they truly were.

This brought Vegeta to the other factor causing his current troubles: The separation of classes. For generations this had been the foundation for, not only his planet, but most of the universe. The Saiyans had always been ranked by class: Third being the lowest and elites being the highest. While there were ranks in between, foreigners were always classified by one of the two; either they were royalty and therefore elites or they were commoners and considered the lowest of the low.

Everyone coexisted on a professional level, like in fighting or in business, but in regards to everything personal they kept to themselves. Since all of the rulers were elites or royalty they never saw a problem and thought that this separation was needed and perfect for keeping order.

Until five years ago, Vegeta agreed with them.