MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

Hello everyone!! I hope you are doing better than me. Im just two weeks away from getting my masters degree and you just cant imagine the amount of stress I´m going through. Still, I managed to take a few hours and vent down my stressed mind into more relaxing activities. I hope you like the fruits of my attempts to calm down.

To Bluebanany: Thank you very much for the review you sent me. I highly appreciate your comments and hope that you keep liking the history. All of my stories dont receive that many reviews, but as long as I have loyal readers like you I´m more than satisfied. This chapter is dedicated to you!

I dont own Dragon Ball, its Akira Toriyama´s, dont own My dirty little secret or Porcelain, those two belong to The All American Rejects and Moby respectively...

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The following days, Bulma began the upgrades to not only the Gravity Room but also studies to enhance the entire Saiyan Empire army, meaning that she embarked in huge projects to practically make a revolution in the technological story of universe. The scientists that welcomed her into the most neglected department of the planet realized in less than a week that the newcomer woman was probably the most intelligent living being in the whole universe and decided to put up with her seemingly impossible plans and her demanding behavior.

He also noticed the almost invariable routine she managed to pull for herself since the first day. She woke up well before the first sun of Vegeta-sei rose up, just to submerge herself in a sea of cables and chips in the main power source of the Gravity Room. She said that upgrading the training ground, Prince Vegeta´s most cherished possession, would take her a while if she was to keep it functional for the prince to train as always.

After two hours or so of dealing with the wires in the Gravity Room, she appeared as a blur in the Royal Dining Hall to have breakfast with the King and when he was in a good mood, with Prince Vegeta as well. Bulma usually was nearer the older man chatting with him of random issues ranging from the most succulent news about the improvement of technology she and the science department were doing. Both men were really amazed to see just how fast she could speak and eat and just how much energy this woman could show after all the work she did.

Forty minutes was usually enough to the woman to chat over almost everything and leave the King and the Prince to head off to the science department, where a battalion of technicians were expecting her to direct and check the latest advance in the projects. After three weeks, the Saiyan Fleet was already equipped with better engines and were two times faster than those belonging to Lord Frieza; they were now working in various projects such as more powerful guns, especially for those planets whose inhabitants didn't have the same stamina and strength of Saiyans when in battle. According to Bulma, the strength of the Saiyan Empire resided in the degree of power balance they could achieve for all the planets that integrated the Kingdom. It was fine if Saiyans were the most powerful warriors, but the other races also needed means to defend themselves and even be able to attack if it was necessary.

She stopped for half an hour break at lunch time and finished when the second sun light´s was beginning to fade away. She was always the last person to leave the labs and just took time to get back to her quarters and change into something more comfortable to head for dinner; still, she managed to build a friendly relationship with Lunch, Chi Chi and Videl, the three saiyan girls that served her. What she didn't know of culture and customary things from the planet and the empire, her three friends taught her. Things such as the traditional language, of the way women were supposed to behave, of battles, histories and legends that were common knowledge for the ones who grew up in the planet and that the blue haired saiyan didn't know because she had been "sent away". Bulma had an idea of what meant to be rejected from her own culture and deep inside she felt hurt but she refused to show it to others; she told the girls about her origins and saw them trying their best to never bring such issue into their conversations.

She also learned that she was supposed to keep her tail wrapped in her waist so that people didn't know what she was feeling. She learned that emotions were not very popular within the Saiyan society and that other than rage and passion for a fight, a warrior was supposed to not show what passed through his or her mind. It was kind of hard a thing to do because Bulma had always lived alone and never needed to keep her emotions at bay when talking, much less put a barrier to her feelings, and one of the things she got attacked and eyed for in the first days was her carefree and friendly behavior.

Many times, Vegeta´s eyes were caught by the lazy movement of her tail, when she completely forgot everything around and let herself be the same free woman of always; after a few times observing her, he concluded that his presence excited her because of the way her tail flickered with energy whenever she saw him, or better, when they had a little argument. And he always diverted his eyes from it since it reminded him of some dreams with her he´d rather forget about.

One of the things that amazed her to no end was music and art. Never before arriving to the planet had she had the opportunity to listen to any melody or feel the rhythm and the need to dance around. Into the second week of her arrival, it became usual to hear her singing at the top of her lungs or humming a song when working and soon she discovered devices that could play music and others that could receive transmissions from other planets of melody nature. Never before had her eyes been gifted with the beauty of paintings like the ones that covered the many walls of the Palace… of a sunset or flowers or a clear sky since the planet she grew up was so polluted that all those things had ceased to exist. It became usual for her to spend one or two hours a day with her servants running around the palace or in the gardens and she promised to find sometime to travel around the planet with them to see even more beautiful places.

Getting on with her routine, she then dinned with the King, the Prince and other important Ladies, Knights and dignitaries coming from the planets allied or belonging to the Saiyan Empire. Little by little, the evenings became different; the terror that Frieza´s attack inspired seemed to diminish in the light of the many improvements the blue haired woman had brought. In the beginning, many Ladies had been jealous of her as she seemed to be near the King and the Prince like no other woman and some of the strongest unmarried ladies had dared her to a fight that ended with the attackers defeated without even knowing what had hit them. After five of these encounters, the newcomer saiyan had gained respect not only from the females wanting to mate the Prince, but also from the Knights. Many of them had witnessed the combats and acknowledged the terrifying power Lady Bulma could wield.

Although her days were long and very busy, she still managed to squeeze three or so hours in the gravity room, when even Vegeta was tired. After all, he usually trained during the day when she was busy in the labs and avoided the most to use the training grounds at night when he knew she would be around. To be honest with himself, he was trying his best to ignore her and avoid developing any kind of attachment with her. Somehow, he felt unnerved by her beauty and her carefree behavior. Her being so intelligent and capable wasn't helping as well, and the fact that he had past memories and some sort of friendship with the woman worked to his disadvantage. He had found her in the hallways one or two times when she was returning to her chambers from a training session, her blue hair tousled, her cheeks all rosy, sweaty and tired but with her eyes radiating happiness and it had disturbed him deeply to see her in those tight spandex suits she grew fond of using when training, the fabric sticking to her just like a second skin, revealing a slender and highly appetizing figure that would be definitely the dream any sane Saiyan male warrior.

To top of, one or two times during dinner, someone even dared to say that she should be the Prince´s mate since no other Saiyan woman was stronger and since she had done so much for the Empire´s sake, earning a hearty smile from her and a death glare from Prince Vegeta. Still, the real issue of the mating was fairly a private affair between the King and his Heir. Not even Bulma knew about it.

King Vegeta began to not only respect Bulma but to desire with his whole being that his brat and the blue haired woman ended up together, requisites or not. If things went the way he wanted, he would not only gain a wonderful daughter in law, but the Saiyan Empire would gain a Queen like none before, a proud saiyan woman with the brains to put the whole universe around her little finger… Included the lizard…

But for Vegeta, the thought of such strange woman ruling beside him was unnerving and deeply unsettled him. He knew Bulma wouldn't be satisfied if she didn't have love, that she wasn't like any Saiyan woman he knew and that she always defied the model and style of their race; just hearing her singing all day long the latest love song her servants picked from intergalactic transmissions was enough to understand she deeply wanted to feel it. And love was one the emotions Saiyan´s were most reluctant about. Many said that it was a weakness and he was one of those; in fact he wouldn't mind to be mated with someone if it would be just some sort of deal by which he got to be King, received some physical pleasure and produced an Heir. If he had refused so much to his father´s advances before was because he simply knew the King was trying to make him take the same path he had taken, mating out of love… It was something he would never accept in front of anyone, but he had loved his mother deeply and it was known that offspring resulting from this kind of bond were ridiculously powerful, which had proven to be true, as he had been able to become the Legendary…

But he also remembered the devastation his mother´s death had caused his father. The old man had almost passed away out of pain and only the fact that he loved Vegeta and shifted his bond towards his son saved him from certain death. The Prince just needed to remember that part of his childhood to become wary of anything to do with love… After all, he hadn't needed it in his life to become as strong as he was…

One moth later, and after a hell of a time surrounded by cables and all sorts of wires, Bulma finished the upgrades for the Gravity Room. She decided to give the Prince a little surprise and show him she wasn't a weakling, to show him just how powerful she was and begin daring him to train with her instead of just receiving his cold stares and being ignored.

She had come to terms with her feelings and decided she wanted to have her friendship with the prince back, even if he was colder than ever before. Something in him attracted her just like when they were kids, the power and confidence he exuded were amazing and truly defied her intelligence. They still argued once in a while, but their verbal spars were always short lived and she definitely wanted to have more fun.

She decided the moment to begin to act was tonight, she would rub in his face some things she knew would make him willing to fight her with all his strength, things he couldn't do and could gain a bit of his respect…

--Vegeta…--she called his attention during breakfast, knowing that they were much more in private during those minutes than at night.

--What?—answered the Prince without looking at her in the face, busying himself with some food.

--Can you come to the training room tonight and have a little spar with me?—she said dismissing his cold voice. He brought his coal and inexpressive eyes back from the food and to her eyes.

--What for? You are fast but you are just a weakling compared with me…

--Aw come on!!—she had the nerve to joke around with him and that highly amused his father who was smirking at the moment. The old man just loved their arguments!

--Come on nothing woman!—he hissed—I have more important things to do than playing around with you…

--Sure? I would say you are scared of me since the last time I showed you what I can do…--to this comment, the King raised an eyebrow…. Vegeta slapped the table truly beginning to be pissed off.

--How dare you say I´m scared of a weakling like you? I´m the…

--Then come tonight, Prince of all Saiyans—cut Bulma with a voice that screamed power, confidence and the promise of something highly amusing. She then stood up from the table to go to the labs and get on with her day—Come and I´ll show you something good…

And here he was, walking towards the training grounds at the hour he knew she began her sessions. His father had laughed in his face after she left and told him it was just a matter of time for her to achieve his foolish requests.

--I have to recognize son, that you truly chose well—he said to his fuming Heir—Strong, intelligent and beautiful women like her are rare…

--She is just a freak, old man—he hissed—You know that as well as I do.

--So what about that?—the King retorted—Don't you like the fact that your mate can be unique? I thought you really preferred having things no one else could, brat…

--She is not a thing, and I don't want to have her…

--Aja…Sure…--the King laughed again—Do you think I was born yesterday? I know you feel attracted to her and don't even try to deny it to me. I´m also a man and I´ve seen much more life than you. I´ve seen the looks you give her once in a while…Do you think I haven't noticed the way you behave when someone else dares to look at her with lust and yearning?...

--Still, that doesn't mean I want her as my mate—Vegeta roared.

It was true, he wanted her, but not in the way the old man imagined. Maybe for some passionate nights, sating his monstrous lust for her, making her body his…Maybe as a concubine to please him night after night until his need for her faded away. But definitely not as a mate to love and be tied for eternity with such a burdening and weakling feeling such as love…

As he got near the training grounds, he began to catch some noise, becoming louder and louder as he approached the Gravity Room. The first thing he saw was a bunch of palace guards and the three girls that served Bulma gathered in front of the place and staring at something that seemed way more important than the arrival of the Heir to the Throne…

His father was right in one thing. He completely lost it when he found other male eyes practically doing her with their gazes and only the knowledge that he had no claim over her, that he was a Prince and had to behave like one stopped him from killing a couple bastards. Somehow, he felt the only one with the right to lust over her was him; that he was the only one allowed having all kind of sexual dreams with her every night. Although she was oblivious to male attentions and just lived her life immersed in her projects and without romantic issues, she definitely couldn't pass unnoticed since quite many of the Saiyan Knights that were unmarried had had the audacity to comment during her battles with the other Ladies that they wouldn't mind to be beaten to a pulp by her if that was the only way to be "touched" by her hands. Many eyes had been fixed to the soft swaying moves of her azure tail that quite usually was unwrapped from her waist and flickered free, and he was the first one to imagine what kinds of twisted things that untamed tail could do to a man when mating… Deep down, he wanted to be the first and only one to know…

That´s why he growled menacingly to the bunch of men practically drooling over the view inside of the Gravity Room. One of them stared back and immediately called the others into attention. The Prince was utterly pissed off with them all and was about to send them all to tend their own business while he strangled the woman for wasting his time when he heard one of the servant girls speak; their eyes remained fixed in the inside of the chamber.

--I just can't believe this…--she said with a high pitched voice that made most men wince in pain.

--Me too, Chi—continued the other long haired brunette completely unaware of the Prince presence—I don't know how she does it but its just… terrifying…

--I think not even Prince Vegeta would be able to do it…--said the youngest one, her short black hair very much like that of a young lad. These words brought the Prince to his limit and he shoved the three girls outside and took their place to see just what was going on that had caused such a commotion. He was about to say that no crazy woman would transform his training grounds into a ball room when his eyes stopped in the new panel announcing the number of atmospheres that the occupant was using at the moment.

--Holy shit…

The panel numbers glowed red, showing that Bulma was under 1800 atmospheres of pressure. But that wasn't what actually amazed him. It was the fact that she was moving around at insane speeds. Of course they were quite slower than the one she had sported the first time they spoke in the room, but it was still hard to catch her every move.

…"In my dreams, I´m dying all the time"…

She seemed to appear and disappear with the rhythm of some strange, and highly complex to Saiyan standards, melody that he had never heard but the servant girls seemed to know very well. Her eyes were closed and her long blue hair danced along with her, flowing free and wild and her clothes were just a simple white dress, in fact the simplest piece of cloth he had ever seen. Still, it hung to her figure quite delicately and made her shine like some kind of otherworld creature. Her feet were bare and she had no jewelry on but that was absolutely unnecessary.

--Earth music and clothes are so cool…--sighed the three women outside while their mistress performed the most complicated of movements. Everyone except for the Prince were stunned by her beauty, while he was taken aback mostly by the grace that she was showing. All those incredibly beautiful moves at the level of pressure she was enduring demanded energy beyond imagination, and the glistening beads of sweat he began to notice in her skin were proof that even for her, it was a hard session.

…"Tell the truth…you never wanted me"…

His eyes remained glued to her. No wonder she had been able to beat the strongest women on the planet without even trying and even joked around with him like the last time. What he was witnessing was a monster of speed, the perfect enemy for Frieza´s best men, a woman that could beat even the lizard himself if she became serious… and the idea of a woman so powerful made him feel desire in a different level, want… Even if his face remained stone like, the beast inside him was roaring to go there and simply take her in the floor. To make her his…

…"in my dreams, I´m jealous all the time"…

Yes, he definitely was. After a while, the servant girls had noticed him and retreated as slowly as they could, grabbing the hint, the guards also began to disappear and before the melody finished he was left alone. The girls weren't stupid at all and not quite as blind as their mistress. They noticed straight away the look in his coal like eyes and decided that they had to hold back any other male within range if they didn't want a massacre to have place…

When the song ended, she stood there unmoving but smiling for a couple of moments before ordering the computer to slow down and allow Prince Vegeta in. Her breathing was very labored due to the brutal amount of energy she had to use every time she pushed herself to these limits, but the feeling was exhilarating and made her happy as nothing else.

The door to the chamber closed and there they stood, watching each other, both smirking evilly and for different reasons. She was quite contented by showing him just how worthy of respect she could be and how terrifying her power was. He was quite pleased with the view of a scantily clad woman with the looks of a goddess and breathing heavily after such workout, making him imagine her as flushed and tired but also naked, below him and completely sated…her tail had tensed as soon as he entered the room and then danced with anticipation, giving away what she was really feeling…

--You should train more, woman—he said.

--I know, I´m fast but not as near as strong as you are—she said.

--I don't mean that—he murmured—Your tail is always around and that´s something you should avoid during a battle; our tails are our weakest points…

--Really?—she asked with genuine and innocent concern and grabbing the appendage in her hands—I´ve never paid attention to that since I don't feel a thing when I touch it…--Vegeta cringed inside and had to retort to his self control to avoid jumping over her and show her just what her tail could feel if he were to touch it…

--Anyway, what I want is to ask you to train with me—she said going back to her most business like voice. By now her breathing had normalized and she seemed quite pleased with the fact that he was there.

--I know that over the years, we have developed different styles, but still I think it would be good for us to train together again. There is so much we can learn from each other…

--Just if you shut up, woman—he said calmly, while crossing his arms in his chest—And by the way, those clothes are not adequate for training, put on something proper before coming—

--Oh Vegeta!—she fumed—You are such a jerk! I dress up nicely for you and that´s all you say? You are so rude!!

He smirked evilly and approached her just as a predator stalking over his prey. In actual fact, he didn't even noticed that he was behaving like a typical saiyan male initiating a courting ritual towards a female when his hands slid towards her petite waist and holding her, brought her exquisite frame as near to his body as he could. In his minds eye, he was just playing with her and showing her who was to be respected. In Bulma´s opinion, it was a completely different thing and her gasp of surprise made his grin widen even more…

--You are a wonderful warrior woman—he hissed coolly staring directly to her surprised blue eyes—But you should know better than trying to catch my attention when you don't even know a thing about my desires…

--Eh?—

Vegeta released her although his own body was screaming for her contact. This woman sure needed to be informed about mating rituals and things of the sort… While being so intelligent over technical and scientific stuff, she was completely dumb regarding matters of seduction and desire.

--See you tomorrow, woman—he said walking outside the Gravity chamber, very much like the way she had done the last time they were together in the room.