Blushing slightly at being caught checking her out he quickly diverted his attention to the glass windows; one of the guards cracked a smile but then swiftly moved back to their extreme serious posture as they stood guard by the large wooden doors to the only exit of throne room.
Bulma turned her attention from the prince back to her father who was nervously fumbling about with some wires from his bag, feeling sorry for him; she picked up her ultra heavy backpack and placed it closer to him. The red carpet squashed under her feet with every movement she made, it felt nice like sand just been wet by the tide.
The king made an impatient sigh and began tapping his hand irritably on the armrest of the throne chair, Prince Vegeta raised an eyebrow and saw this as his chance to tantalise his father further.
He spoke loudly, "Now who's making such an infuriating racket?"
The king instantly stopped tapping his hand and glared directly at his teenage son, how dare he make a mockery of him in front of his people.
Prince Vegeta stared coldly back; both seemed to have forgotten the two guests in their presence, until Bulma made herself noticed by coughing quietly.
The king angrily spun his head to the pretty blue haired peasant girl standing before him, prince Vegeta smirked at his fathers angry features began to show; his beard started to prickle up and the lines on his forehead deepened.
Bulma froze on the spot, her feet couldn't move from the thick piled red carpet; the king was glaring straight at her one of the most powerful beings on the planet and he looked livid.
Dr Briefs was none the wiser to the cold atmosphere before him; he was busy setting up the experiment faster than he had ever done before.
With a bit of luck if this worked for him today, it would show how they could make themselves invisible to enemies in the battlefield.
The king would hopefully cherish it and give him some special funding to mass-produce the hi-tech experimentation he had spent years working on.
The throne room began to spin, Bulma's head was pounding as much as her heart, the king was still staring heatedly at her; she found this worse than if he was yelling at least then she knew where she stood.
Prince Vegeta was now smirking obviously enjoying the situation in hand.
"Peasant girl, how dare you disrupt me." King Vegeta whispered coldly, he didn't remove his watch from the blue haired girl; contemplating sending her to the dungeons he then turned his attention back to his son sitting next to him.
The prince now had his head submerged into the backrest of the throne; and was facing the opposite direction to everybody else.
A muffled sound could be heard from under the puffy red velvet backrest it was definitely laughter, a strange deep gruff mixed with a chuckle; his tail was tucked under his legs and was flickering with each laugh.
"Have you completely lost your mind boy!?" yelled King Vegeta, everybody in the room spare prince Vegeta looked to the squire and his son, even Dr Briefs stopped fidgeting with the mechanical parts he had set out on the red carpet.
The guards on the far side of the room glanced nervously to one another; none of them knew what was going on they were confused and worried to say the least.
"You best not be mocking me boy!"
Taking a deep breath, Vegeta blushed then smirked to himself, he hadn't been able to help himself; he'd been extremely ticklish ever since he was a little baby.
King Vegeta was glaring straight at his young heirloom; to say he was furious was an underestimation.
"Boy have you been drinking alcohol again?" yelled King Vegeta trying hard to keep his temper under control; his body was shaking uncontrollably with the anger.
Bulma breathed out a little, the tables had turned and now it seemed the heir to the throne was going to take the nastiest of the Kings displeasure.
The prince smirked then turned his attention out of the window, his cheeks turned a slight tinge of pink, yet Bulma seemed to be the only person in the room to perceive this.
"No." mumbled prince Vegeta quietly; his embarrassment was now easy to see to most in the room, his smirk had quickly disappeared as his father continued.
"What was that ridiculous outburst for then? Why do you seek so much attention brat, Can't you see our lives are busy enough without your stupid antics – now shut up if insist on staying here and bothering me." yelled King Vegeta angrily, his fist pounding against the armrest of his chair as if to get the message across.
Vegeta peered over the armrest of the throne to Bulma who was holding some tools for her father facing the other direction; she was acting as if nothing had just happened.
He seized the opportunity to check out her buttocks, they looked slender and perfect just like her legs, keeping his eyes transfixed upon the blue beauty before him he decided to make conversation.
"Hey blue haired girl." Called out Vegeta suddenly, as Bulma instantly swivelled around to face him, to her he looked so lazy and carefree lying flat out with his dirty boots, on probably the most expensive chair on the planet.
"Yes my prince." Whispered Bulma as she bowed slightly before the royal Sayan; a smirk appeared across his features.
His earlier embarrassment at tickling himself with his own tail had vanished instantly when he heard her sweet soft voice.
King Vegeta raised an eyebrow slightly, hinting that he was showing interest in his sons antics, he was as confused as everyone else about the outburst of laughter earlier, whatever it was that had gotten into the heirs laughing system and soon made its way out.
"Tell me, what is your name?" Prince Vegeta questioned raising an eye curiously.
"My name!?" Bulma squealed, she had never felt so nervous in her life being in the presence of two royals wasn't helping her confidence and after the King glaring at her the way he had shattered what was left.
She closed her eyes and quickly wished that Goku was by her side with her; he always made her feel more self-assured.
"That is what I said are you deaf woman?" the prince growled with a hint of irritation.
"BBB-ULMA." She stuttered nervously, Dr Briefs turned back to his experiment and left Bulma to make talk with the prince.
"Well bbb-ulma" Vegeta imitated meanly, "What is this monstrosity of an experiment exactly?"
Bulma kicked herself mentally; she was so tense she couldn't even say her name correctly. Usually she was confident and carefree, but not in the presence of the two most powerful beings on the planet, it didn't help the prince was pretty good looking.
Looking up into the prince's dark mesmerising eyes, she took a deep breath the worst that could happen was she made a fool of herself and she'd already done that alright.
"This is um…. I have to say I'm not that sure exactly…" Bulma spluttered quickly, it was true her father hadn't gone into great detail on the secret research; she hadn't even known it was the invisibility cloak he was showing the king until today; all week she had thought it was the Sensu beans he'd been growing.
"You're not sure?" Vegeta declared with amusement, he enjoyed the girl squirming before him; her heart was beating so loud he could hear it from where he was sprawled out.
He wasn't about to admit to anyone about the real reason he had burst out laughing, it was slightly shameful he had somehow managed to tickle himself with his own tail, whilst sprawled out across the throne seat.
He had to confess, looking into her eyes they were a beautiful cerulean blue, it reminded him of the oceans and blue skies thousands of miles away. Admittingly he'd never seen eyes on a Sayan like them they were gorgeous even with the fear she was showing.
Something about them made it so difficult to tear his gaze away; they reminded him slightly not just of the oceans but of the azure blue eyes of the legendary Super Sayan.
"I believe it works as some sort of invisibility shroud, it breaks up the molecules of the place or wearer rendering them indistinguishable to the naked eye, I understand it uses natural light to enable this as well as the special materials and substances used on the cloak itself." Bulma said promptly, looking into the prince's eyes, there she'd done it; she'd explained the invisibility shield to him the best she could, now perhaps he'd leave her alone.
"bbbulma are you nervous about something?" Prince Vegeta questioned there was something different about the tone of voice he was using, King Vegeta growled silently under his breath he knew his son too well.
Bulma blushed, "No your highness, I'm fine thankyou." She said it politely and bowed again to the King and his son.
"Is that why you're sweating? Do you want to know what I think?"
Bulma felt a sinking feeling in her stomach; he was acting almost excessively nice; her mother had told her plenty of stories about the ruthless heir ever since she was a young child.
"Well bbbulma do you want to know?" he was smirking now, the king was seemingly back to being distracted by her father, as he watched him carefully match the diagrams up to the electrical circuits, to help power the shield.
Bulma lowered her head and nodded, her long blue hair fluttered in the gentle breeze that was drifting through one of the open stained glass windows.
She was feeling so tiny as she looked over to the most powerful being on her world.
She wished she remained at home with her mother and left her father to make a fool of himself on his own.
"I think your nothing but a stupid peasant, your spluttering your words because you're a pretender and all your doing is trying to look smart, you probably can't even read." He paused before adding. "Now tell me what is it like to live in a slum I'm intrigued?"
Bulma looked up Vegeta was being so cruel with his words, and for absolutely no reason she had done no harm to him; never in her life had she felt the need to scream and attack at someone as much as she did to this ignorant rich brat sitting before her.
Her shyness had suddenly evaporated and was replaced with an anger the blue haired third class rarely felt, it surged around her body like a tidal wave wanting to escape. Her heart raced but with a newfound feeling.
"How dare-" She started before her father halted her with his free arm.
"How dare I what princess?" The heir said compellingly as he sat upright and glanced directly back into her eyes, why couldn't he stop himself taking in her beautiful bright blue features it was beginning to get irritating.
Bulma glared back at the childish brat, then seeing him staring directly at her decided to face the opposite direction again and help her father set up the prototype invention. She didn't want to ruin it for him by having a verbal war with the arrogant royal, as much as she wanted to; she decided that by keeping her head down she would succeed in hopefully agitating Vegeta even more than if she fired him some home truths.
It was hard, but she was positive she had more willpower and stubbornness then he.
The guards at the back of the room edged closer and began to whisper little secrets to each other; both the Royals attention had been diverted to the scientist and the pretty blue girl.
"You think she's hot Jefar?" The tallest guard whispered to his colleague standing to attention next to him.
"You bet she's hot, I'd slam her anytime anyway." Jefar murmured under his breath just enough for his friend to hear him without attracting the attention of the others.
"Well why don't you?" challenged the other guard raising an eyebrow but still looking straight ahead and standing to attention.
"I will if I get the duty to escort her outside."
"I heard Nappa's looking for a new concubine, you recon we could sell her to him? We wouldn't have to work for months."
"Why should that bald giant get her? He always gets all the hot women, it's about time we had some of our own, I'm sick of having all the ugly ladies," He paused "NO I have hands on her before anyone else." Jefar growled quietly.
They both shut up as the King lifted his head and glared in their direction.
Bulma meanwhile was staring into the marble flooring awkwardly, she could feel the prince's cold eyes burning through her. 'That arrogant son of a bitch, I'd love nothing more than to pull his tail as hard as I can'
"So boy, where are you going for the next few days? Don't forget we have the royal press conference in three days so ensure your back for then." King Vegeta interrupted as he saw his son gazing at the feisty blue girl, he couldn't help but notice the princes tail twitching showing perhaps a hint of arousal.
Bulma was surprised Vegeta hadn't continued to probe into her, he had stared at her but the argument they were having had been dropped after she turned her back on him.
Grinning to herself, she felt seemingly victorious, her mother had been true to her words ignoring somebody does bother them more than arguing or fighting.
The silence had gone, a small laugh erupted from the over confident elite prince.
"Well father I shall not be here for that, oh what a shame." His voice dripped with sarcasm as he leaned over the front of the chair and picked up his scouter signalling that he was preparing to leave the room.
King Vegeta twitched his nose in irritation, his beard prickled with frustration but he surprisingly kept his cool head on. "Yes you will, I grant you permission to stay away for a few days but you will be back for the conference Vegeta, whether you like it or not brat."
"I'm so sorry father; I have other plans find another person to drag along." The prince smirked, Bulma felt his gaze upon her again she froze.
"YOU'RE GOING" The Kings cool head was evaporating very fast.
"I have a better idea why not take bbbulma over there?"
"Brat you shall be attending, you shall be punctual and you will also behave and keep your mouth shut from now to the day." The king confirmed loudly as he took a long sip from the glass of red wine he had placed on the table earlier before the scientist and girl had arrived.
"I refuse to attend another of those boring tedious events you seem to take pleasure in holding so much I am away."
"YOU WILL GO! NOW GET OUT OF MY THRONEROOM BRAT!"
"Call me brat one more time-" threatened Prince Vegeta suddenly rising up from the chair and standing up to his father.
They looked like two lions about to battle one another for dominance of the pride, both had the same dark cold stare and neither looked as if they were going to back down.
King Vegeta let out a low growl before grunting in irritation; it was him who prevented the argument from turning into a full-blown fight.
"Sit down and shut up now boy, I'll deal with you later" He whispered coldly, Bulma was now observing the father and son from a distance, she had overheard her name mentioned by the young boy who seemed to be trying to get out of something.
Grinning she began to picture the prince being made to clean out the toilets, Royals were an exception they had special toilets which the waste was flushed out of sight into rivers, Bulma knew this because her mother had told her stories of having to clean the royal bathroom suites.
Back at her little house in her village Bulma did have a toilet but the waste was all filtered into a huge slime pit in the ground and then once it got too full certain Sayans in the community had the duty of burning it.
Thankfully for Bulma the pit was on the other side of the village and far into the wilderness, she couldn't usually detect the smell unless it got caught in the breeze blowing in her direction.
The only fresh supply of water the third class community had access to, was from the ancient stone well which linked to an underground lake, Bulma's father had installed some special instruments in their little wooden house which enabled them to have hot or cold water instantly whenever they needed it. They were very fortunate; it saved Bunny and Bulma having to cross to the other side of the village carrying heavy wooden pails like the others.
"I'm not going to be here later." Prince Vegeta murmured angrily as he slammed himself back down onto his chair, it shook with the force he generated blue static energy bounced around the irritated teenage heir.
It was when he had stood up to confront his father that Bulma noticed how short he really was, she had read in magazines that he was 'cute and cuddly' and 'the perfect size.'
When he was sitting on the throne he had been lying down making it harder to judge, but his father looked much bigger compared to the successor who couldn't have been much taller than Bulma.
He did have the physique to make up for height, his muscles bulged out from the dark blue vest he was wearing, his arms were a particular attribute, which stood out from the rest. Clearly he worked out a lot, 'he must work out hard' Bulma thought to herself as she admired his biceps, suddenly she found herself imagining how his body might look under his vest and battle armour.
Kicking herself for having such stupid thoughts after he was so cruel and malicious earlier, Bulma growled and returned her attention to her father who had a very anxious expression on his face. She began to imagine pulling Vegeta's tail until he cried like a baby, she smiled to herself, and then stopped when she noticed the sincerity her father was showing.
"Daddy what's the matter?" Bulma whispered as quietly as she could, Prince Vegeta raised an eyebrow in synchronisation with his father; both began to listen in on the conversation their dispute seemed to have dropped for the time being.
"I don't know exactly…" confessed Dr Briefs as he wiped a brow of sweat off his forehead with a spare tissue.
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"Honestly I don't have any idea as to why the prototype cloak isn't working correctly, the molecules should already be shrinking and camouflaging themselves, but for some reason it's not doing anything." Dr Briefs gulped as he finished his statement.
Prince Vegeta cracked a smile, it was going to be worth staying in the throne room after all, he originally only stayed to peeve his father off and help apply more pressure on the two guests; this might just be the funniest thing he will see all week. Unless of course his fathers conference somehow got turned into a raging river of water drowning all the annoying guests…
King Vegeta coughed loudly before holding out the empty wine glass expectantly.
"How long is this thing actually going to take? He rudely gestured as he glared to the two guests who had their backs turned.
"If you ask me father I don't think its going to work at all, I imagine it's more likely that Nappa will find a mate and get bonded then this piece of nonsense actually turning invisible or whatever." The prince said happily, it was days like this that he felt in really high spirits he would get to gloat one of his most favourable things to do.
Bulma snapped her head around angrily, she had definitely had a personality transformation since arriving through the doors of the castle, the prince had justly bought out her true colours with what seemed very little effort. He was just lying once again sprawled out on his stupidly expensive chair and throwing cheap pathetic insults at her, still it had hurt when he'd insulted her village and birthright.
She knew she shouldn't feel any kind of emotion towards the ignorant spoilt man but something inside had been cut badly when he'd said those words.
Now all she was feeling was raw anger and frustration, anger towards the prince and for the experiment which was failing faster than when she'd attempted doing the cooking.
What was going to become of herself and her father if the invisibility shield didn't initiate soon? The King had an extremely short temper, and the prince seemed to be almost cheering for the chance to insult her some more and throw her out of his home.
Shuddering she began to think of the stories her mother had bought back about the castles dungeons way underground.
"Why are you staring at me peasant women?" Vegeta called out without budging an inch off his throne chair, his eyes had a new glint of mischief in them.
Growling slightly Bulma completely forgot about both her manners and the threat of the murky dark dungeons in the bellows of the palace. "Because I think you're possibly the most repulsive Sayan I've ever seen."
Everybody raised their eyes in shock, King Vegeta's eyeballs nearly popped out of his head.
The guards prepared themselves to step in and drag the blue haired big mouth down to the dungeons upon the prince's orders. Both had their hands on the huge swords sitting in their black leather belts, encase the girl tried anything smart.
Bulma held her hand over her mouth, she hadn't meant it to come out the way it had; that sounded so false and she had to admit was also quite untrue. He was anything but repulsive, quite the contrary infact compared to most Elite Sayans he was actually quite handsome.
The blood began to drain from her face as she felt the presence of the two giant guards from the back of the room approach her from behind.
Disclaimer: First of all I want to apologise for the amount of time it has taken me to update (around a month I believe) don't worry it hasn't been due to a nasty writers block its just time has been squeezed a bit lately, also I have put lots more work into this chapter then originally planned which is always good; I promise I will try my hardest to update before I go on holiday.
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