Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait! I promise I'll begin work on the new chapter when I get back from spring break. I want to thank all of my reviewers! I never expected this story would get so many. Thank you to skinnychick, sofy2011, bj, lovetoread, DelSan 13, Lexcie, addy661, tess1687, su, xXxMudvaynegirlxXx, ocean eve, foxymonday, TFSrules. Also, special thanks to preciousjade76 for helping me get some ideas for this chapter. Without further ado... Enjoy!


Home, let me come home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
-Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

Set Me Free

Chapter 11


Bulma's mouth hung agape as she stared at the man before her. She felt the blood rush to her face, blushing at his remark. Did he just say he wants me? She had no idea how to respond to the prince. What was he getting at? Was this a trick of his? Bulma turned around, leaning her elbows on the cool metal table and bringing her hands up to her face.

She released a sigh into her palms and pondered what she should say or do next. Quickly, she spun around to face the prince and found he moved closer to her, to the point where he was no more than a foot away. He continued to slowly inch towards her.

Bulma released another sigh, trying to form a coherent sentence. "Vegeta, I don't know what to say. But as you can see I'm very busy-" She turned to gesture to her lab and the work piling up around them but before she could finish Vegeta reached for her hips and pulled her into him, silencing her with harsh kiss.

The young woman put up little resistance to the prince's charms and reached out, grasping the shirt and yanking the man closer to her body as his arms roughly groped her body.

"We shouldn't do this…" She whispered in his ear as Vegeta sucked along her neck and moving along her jaw line before stopping to nip at her eye lobe. Bulma released a moan as she felt her legs go weak beneath her.

The prince smirked at his power over this woman. He pushed her against the wall and effortlessly grabbed her thighs, hoisting her to straddle his waist as she continued to tangle her fingers in his black mane. "Oh gods, I missed you…" She moaned.

This drove Vegeta to the edge and it took every ounce of strength to control himself from ripping off her clothes and having his way with her. He could her warmth erupting as she pressed further into his groin, earning a groan as he felt himself harden by the second. The prince casually slipped a hand to his pants where he worked to undo the buttons and buckle.

"Erh-hmm"

Both turned their attention to the intruder who was standing at the doorway to the lab.

"Father." Bulma wiggled out of Vegeta's grasp and straightened her outfit nonchalantly before walking over to her father. Vegeta, however, remained facing the wall, resting on an outstretched hand and mentally growling at the intrusion.

After Bulma was sure Vegeta had enough time to get his body in "order," she announced his arrival and introduced the prince. "Father, this is Vegeta, Prince of Vegetasei."

Vegeta turned around, folding his arms across his chest and glared at Bulma's father.

The tension seemed to go unnoticed as the man outstretched his hand happily towards the Saiyan prince. "Wonderful to meet you, my boy. Bulma has told me so much about you and the fine Planet Vegetasei. And how is the Princess Chi Chi? When is the happy day?"

Vegeta stared with disdain at the hand that was before him and he sneered at the last question, choosing it was best not to answer.

Bulma noticed the visible anger written across his face and she quickly tried to change the subject and whisk her father out of the room. "Father, Vegeta just stopped by for a question but he needs to get going now."

"Pleasure to meet you, your highness." Dr. Briefs smiled and bid goodbye.

The prince gave a curt nod and watched Bulma usher her father out of the room. She shut the door and slowly approached the young man. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she laid her head on his chest. "What now?"


"Announcing his highness, Prince Vegeta."

Chi Chi stood in the courtyard, ready to greet the men who were coming home from the war. She eagerly pushed her way through the crowds to get a better view. The princess focused her attention on the prince, who by his side was her precious Kakarott. She released a sigh of relief at the sight, which signaled a safe return. Suddenly, a frock of blue hair appeared next to him, giggling as he babbled on and on.

"Bulma?" Chi Chi whispered, not believing her eyes. As the crew came closer and closer, the princess was able to make out the figure of her long-time best friend who was approaching the courtyard where she stood. She looked up from her conversation with Kakarott to find Chi Chi's dark eyes fixated on her.

Bulma ran excitedly to greet her friend, who in return joined the race where they met halfway in an embrace.

"I'm so happy you're back!" The black haired woman shouted.

"Me too, Chi Chi. Me too."


"This is absurd! I thought she was gone!"

The King of Vegetasei glared out the window of the palace towards the courtyard where his son and crew where being welcomed back. Alongside was the blue-haired whore that he was hoping to never see again. His son nonchalantly mentioned that she left to return back to Earth to help her father with some things, which made the king more pleased than he could say. He was starting to think of creative ways to rid himself of this little inconvenience before she ruined the treaty between Earth and Vegetasei, until it was suddenly dropped into his lap that she was leaving freely. And things would go back to normal and proceed as they should.

Until now.

King Vegeta released a growl, bringing his fist down upon the window ledge, which resulted in cracking the stone and sending chunks flying. He paid no attention to this but instead focused on the young woman that was back in the picture. She was going to ruin everything!

As he was deep in thought, a guard stood at a nearby window, looking out at the same scene before him. The guard too was slightly perturbed by the couple roaming the courtyard before disappearing into the castle doors and out of sight entirely. He turned his attention to his king.

"Your highness. I have some information you would find most useful."

The king looked up from his view, annoyed with the intrusion from his thoughts. "Not now. I'm busy." He growled and began to walk away when he was interrupted once more.

"It concerns the girl."

King Vegeta stopped in his tracks and turned to face the lowly soldier who addressed him. "What?"

"I believe the prince favors her."

The king waved away the useless information. Of course he favors her! This is not new. Again, he grew bored of the conversation and turned his back to the guard, ready to make haste back to his office when the guard shouted back.

"I HEARD RUMORS HE ENDED THE ENGAGEMENT WITH PRINCESS CHI CHI!"

This got his attention. And quickly. King Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks and relayed the information he just heard over and over in his head. With every passing moment, the king's anger was growing and his control was weakening. He was starting to see red. That fucking bastard!

Within an instant, the king grabbed the lowly soldier's collar, hauling him off his feet so he was eye to eye with the King of Vegetasei, staring into the deep black eyes of emotion.

"And you are certain?"

The young man nodded, scared for his life. "Quite." He peeped out, frightened.

King Vegeta slowly lowered the man back to his feet, allowing him to straighten himself out.

"I can assist you, your highness, in getting rid of her. Forever. Allow me to take the girl and deal with her."

"What is in it for you?"

"I'm sure we can work something out." The young man flashed an evil grin then walked with the king to a more private area to discuss the specifics of the plan.


The days on Planet Vegetasei seemed to fly by as Bulma Briefs settled herself back into the palace. Although she could not fathom why, she dearly missed this planet and its inhabitants, especially a certain prince…

She smirked at the thought of how he came all the way to Planet Earth just to bring her back. The young woman knew she had an effect on him but she never imagined it would come as far as breaking off an engagement. In the end, she knew it was the right thing to do; not only for the prince who was stuck in a relationship he dreaded but also for her best friend who sought out a new companion.

Bulma's heart melted when she saw the young couple together; in the halls of the palace, in the gardens, or even sneaking around the kitchen at night popping little tidbits of food into each other's mouth. Ok, that last part was a little weird. She pressed a hand to face to try to get rid of the image, silently chuckling to herself at the "young love" the two shared together. If only she experienced those same precious moments…

But alas, as soon as they arrived back to the palace, the prince immediately showed her to her old room. She was pleasantly surprised to see everything was placed exactly how she had left it. After that, Bulma rarely saw Vegeta. Business… and training. She thought, slightly frustrated at the fact that she had come back specifically for him only to discover that he was rarely to be found. Jerk!

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts and she ran towards the door. Vegeta? Her heart dropped when she realized it was none other than a palace servant standing before her, delivering a message.

"His Highness, The Prince of Vegetasei, requests a private audience in the dining room tonight. He also sends you this-" The man handed a small, folded piece of paper over to the young woman, who immediately accepted.

Bulma nodded and after shutting the door, released a squeal to herself from her excitement. She was such a child at times but nevertheless, she was grateful for excuse to see her prince after days of his absence.

Quickly, she ripped open the note that she clasped tightly in her hand. A hand-written letter by the man who invaded her thoughts night and day:

Bulma, I wish to speak with you about something important. See you tonight.

-V

A small frown appeared on her lovely features, confused by the note. What would he want to discuss with her? Is this the reason he has been avoiding her? Did she do something wrong?

Her anxiety level quickly rose, along with her worries but she calmly reasoned with herself it is probably nothing. Perhaps business, as usual. She pressed a hand to her chest, calming her breaths and closing her eyes. Her mood returned to the previous excitement and she instantly tossed the note aside and began to prepare her wardrobe for the evening, eager to impress.

"Oh Vegeta. I will make it so you will never want to tear your eyes away from me again." She grinned mischievously and began to roughly pull dress by dress out of the closet, sending them into a heap by the floor as she tore through the outfits, deciding on something sinful to wear to dinner.

Meanwhile, the prince sat in his studies, attempting to concentrate on some paperwork that lay before him. However, he was having some difficulty as his mind wandered back to the blue-haired woman.

He sat back in his leather chair, releasing a deep sigh as he reached down into his pocket and pulled out a soft, velvet box. He subconsciously ran his fingers over the black velvet then focused his attention on the object inside as he flipped open the box.

The most gorgeous ring stared back at him, bringing to mind once again the woman.

Vegeta released a growl of frustration. You're so weak! He mentally screamed. Giving into silly earth traditions like marriage and rings!

He instantly got to his feet and gently tossed the box aside on his desk as he clasped his hands behind his back and proceeded to pace the room, trying to clear his thoughts.

The prince had not seen the woman in a few days but that did not mean she was far from his thoughts. Quite the opposite, unfortunately, which angered him further. He had brought her back hoping the action itself would cause the thoughts to drift away, or at least, decrease drastically. However, that was clearly not the case. He tried to distance himself from her, attempting to get some work done and perhaps train a little – since he has been lacking – but alas, he continually thought about her.

No other woman ever had this affect on him. It was absurd! He was a Saiyan Prince and she, a low class not even fit for a title. But

She was perfect for him.

The young woman was remarkable in her own way. So very unique (which was even evident by her peculiar hair color). She was incredibly knowledgeable, humorous, and not hard on the eyes. Amazing, to say the least. Fit for a king! But a prince will have to do.


Vegeta was seated in the private dining area, vacant to everyone but himself and a few servers who stood along side the wall, waiting to begin the first course of the meal. The prince anxiously pulled out his silver-crested pocket watch and after glancing at the time for the fifth time in 2 minutes, snapped it shut.

His nerves were wearing on him, which was evident as he continually wrung his hands in anticipation for the night's events. The ring was tucked snuggly in his suit coat pocket and he patted it once in awhile to make sure it was still there. Everything had to be perfect. Just a few more minutes and she should be arriving.

Any minute now…

Bulma finished clasping an earring and stood back to take in her appearance in the full-length mirror before her. She grinned at her appearance and before stepping out of the room, added one last touch of lipstick to complete the ensemble.

She looked at her clock sitting beside her bed and cursed when she saw the time. She was a few minutes late for meeting with Vegeta but she dismissed the thought, convincing herself its best to make him wait anyways.

The young woman slammed her door shut and took off in the direction of the dining room, practically running in her high heels. She navigated the hallways like a professional, realizing she knew the palace like the back of her hand.

As the double doors appeared in sight, Bulma raced onward eager to see her man. Almost there! Her mind screamed.

Suddenly, an arm emerged from a dark and hidden corner of the hallway, pulling her into the crevice. Bulma released a squeal from surprise and at first thought it was Vegeta.

"I guess you couldn't wait-" She smiled, glancing up at her captor. "YOU!" A dark horrified look came over her face but before she had the chance to scream, a soft material pressed against her face, blocking her airway and filling her scents with a chemical that turned her reality into darkness.


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