A/N: So sorry about the shenanigans with the last chapter. For some reason, FF kept showing errors instead of the story itself. I'm really sorry if your review/alerts/faves disappeared because of that, but I do want to say that I sincerely appreciate the time you guys took to read my writing. Even now, there's still a glitch. But hopefully it'll work itself out 'cause I really don't wanna' repost this story again.

Anyway, on to this new chapter; I hope you enjoy! =)

Disclaimer: If Dragon Ball belonged to me, trust me, Goku would not have gone off to train with Uub.

Summary: Sometimes, the most beautiful moments are the simplest ones. Series of one-shots/drabbles revolving around our favourite characters.

To Rule A Prince

Pairing: Bulma/Vegeta
Genre: Humour/Drama
Rating: K+
Word Count: 540
Summary: Bulma makes a ridiculous proposal.

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Bulma was a painfully talkative person. Vegeta had learned that during the brief moments he had first spent in her company. While spending time at Capsule Corp. after the destruction of Namek, he had subconsciously labelled the woman insane. The woman babbled incessantly, regardless of whether or not she had an audience. As a result, he often found himself wishing that the useless Earthling healers would prescribe a medicine that would silence her so that he could hear himself think, if only for a moment.

He must have grown accustomed to her, however, because it was the rare absence of her meaningless banter that made him pause his rigorous training.

Curious to see what the Earthling was up to, he exited the gravity room that she had built for him, and began searching for her with the most casual look that he could muster. He must not have been subtle enough though, because he was soon caught in the act.

The blue-haired woman was perched on the kitchen counter, consuming milk straight from the carton, and she paused to stare at him as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Looking for me, Vegeta?" asked Bulma in her usual confident and airy voice.

Prince Vegeta, he thought angrily. He had half a mind to reprimand the woman for omitting his title, but decided that he had better things to do than participate in the verbal warfare that would follow. He scoffed, and denied the truth as he entered the kitchen, roughly opening the refrigerator - almost ripping it off with his unnatural strength - to find an appropriate snack.

"Why would I waste my time on something so worthless?"

Bulma raised an eyebrow at his obvious lie and raised her finger to point out that he did not have to put on a cold front in front of her, but ultimately decided to let it go. She sighed. What did she expect from the arrogant prince anyway? It was good enough that he was helping himself rather than asking her to serve him.

He was leaning against a wall, sipping a glass of orange juice when he asked her, sounding typically grumpy. "What is the matter with you?"

"Oh, nothing," she breathed despondently, staring at the ceiling.

Nothing? Coming from her, that is a problem. Vegeta waited for a moment before deciding that whatever was troubling the woman was not worth his time.

"I think we should get married," Bulma suggested lightly as he turned around to leave.

He involuntarily spit the juice from his mouth upon hearing her ridiculous proposal. He grunted a derisive laugh until his eyes landed on her expectant face. She was seriously waiting for him to agree.

"...No," he articulated scathingly.

"What?" she asked. "Why not?"

"I am the prince of all Saiyans," he repeated for the nth time. An adequate explanation.

"Oh, but it's because you're a prince that I'm saying this."

He narrowed his eyes. Sure, women had tried to get close to him due to his royal status in the past, but none of them had been this blunt about it. Did this woman have absolutely no shame?

"I mean, wouldn't it be awful for your only heir to be illegitimate?"

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A/N: I wonder if the sheer impact of those words can knock Vegeta out. ;)