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Chapter Two
The months passed very slowly on Vegetasaii; Vegeta's behaviour was going from bad to worse; he was out almost every night getting drunk and was often out doing some illegal Planet purging for Freeza. The king could do nothing but watch his son spiral out of control; he was in the press constantly for one problem or another. This bad behaviour seemed to attract the females even more to the Kings annoyance. Where they once stood outside Vegeta's room calling him they now decide to fly over the castle screaming at the tops of their lungs and throwing lingerie and underwear on the turrets and through open windows for the Prince to find. It seemed they were totally unaffected by the arranged marriage.
The next day he had arranged to make his son meet his future wife; Vegeta I didn't really want to be their to witness it, he would be surprised if he even had a Planet left to rule afterwards, his Majesty was trying his hardest to double book the meeting but in his heart he knew he would have to be there. He hadn't even seen the girl for many years this had all been arranged when the Prince was much younger and kept a deep secret until it had been leaked into the press.
Bulma had been forced to move right over to the other side of Vegetasaii; her parents had been killed instantly when a boulder had crashed down from a mountain onto the space pod they were boarding, Bulma's father was attending a special meeting with other scientists and Bulma's mother was accompanying him.
When Bulma received the devastating news nobody could speak to her for days afterwards; even her best friend Goku couldn't get through to her. She just sat in a dark room facing the wall not eating and rarely drinking.
The young teenager was then forced a couple of weeks later to move in with her only surviving relative an aunt from her mothers side; who had two daughters of her own. This was because Bulma was only 16 and her parents had signed a special contract to say until she was 18 if anything happened to them, then she would be cared for by her aunt and the money made from her house would go straight to her aunt for caring costs. Once she was 18 any money left over would be handed straight to her.
Bulma felt constantly like her life couldn't get any worse, she was made to quit her job fixing the space pods and now she was forced to be her aunt and two cousins slave quite literally. If they told her to do something she had to do it there was no choice in the matter if not she would be on the streets like many other homeless teen Sayans. Most who lived on the streets had to sell their bodies for a living many just disappeared never to be seen again.
She longed for life to go back to the way it had been before the tragic accident; she wouldn't ever take her mothers cleaning for granted or try and take apart her fathers experiments to reassemble. Each nigh she went to bed she secretly hoped that it was a terrible nightmare and she was going to wake up in her own room.
Bulma often considered leaving Vegetasaii and working for the person she hated most Freeza; but when she thought about it logically her life with her aunt would probably be some weird heaven than compared to living on a space ship with a tyrant and his minions. They would probably turn her into a sex slave or maybe even worse, she had heard stories from the press and other Sayans and never did she have the guts to go down that road. Bulma was very strong willed but in her heart she knew that she couldn't go that route.
"Hey Bulma where's my new robes?" demanded Cleo stamping her feet on the floor and throwing all the clothes Bulma had just ironed onto the ground; in a bid to find her new garments.
Cleo was the older of the two sisters; she was on the chubby side and had shoulder length black curly hair, she was a full blooded Sayan her father had left them when they were much younger. She was the nicer of the two and that was saying something.
Her younger sister Serena was a nasty bunch of work, she was skinny, petite and had long brown wavy hair, and she was a part time model.
She was 17 and Cleo was coming up for 16. Their mother was clearly the most evil out of all of them she was older than Bulma's mother and worked training concubines to please their masters, unfortunately for Bulma this often meant that her aunt worked nights so during the day she was forced to stay at home and answer her aunts every wish and call.
"Oh I forgot I left them round Tabitha's. Clean them up and iron them properly please, mother will flip if she sees the state this room is in." with that Cleo left with a dress that Bulma would have deemed a fashion disaster for any girl. Smiling to herself she bent down and began to pick up the pile of garments.
Sighing she got back to ironing the clothes; for the hundredth time that week she just pondered in her head what bad things she must have done in a previous life to get this one so bad.
Vegeta was flying around the Planet looking for a place to go and train in private; he wasn't in the mood to be followed about by a bunch of bimbo's trying to impress him today; he just wanted some time on his own. He'd managed to send his bodyguard Nappa on a mission with false pretences he just told him that his father was waiting to see him in the throne room. He wasn't but Nappa didn't know that until it was too late. It was one of the perks of having one of the dumbest Sayans in the world to guide him.
Finally he found the perfect place in the middle of the desert, it was at least twenty miles away from any kind of civilisation and the gravity was much stronger here than anywhere else on the Planet. He settled down on the ground and began his workout. The sun was directly in the middle of the sky and it was the hottest part of the day; the ground was so hot that he could soon feel it burning through his boots. The harsh conditions in Vegeta's eyes were only assisting him in getting that step further into becoming a Super Sayan.
Vegeta's scouter began to bleep, he had managed to lose it amongst the dust and sand, and quickly he tried to trace the loud noise it was emitting. Bleep Bleep Bleep
'If that's Nappa… I swear"
Frantically he dug about, until the sand was flying everywhere to an onlooker it would have looked quite comedic, but to the Prince it was just assisting his temper. The sand began to burn his fingers as he had taken his white gloves off to train in.
At last he found it he noticed that is was his mate Radditz.
"Yeah" he said casually clicking it onto his left ear and sitting down on a soft sand dune.
"Hey how are you doing? Not seen you purging lately" laughed his friend on the other end of the device. Radditz had to be Vegeta's closest friend, he worked helping clear Planets for Freeza, it was dangerous work but the pay was good, often Vegeta would go and help him whilst having a good workout at the same time.
The stronger he was becoming the more boring it was becoming, he never had anyone to spar with and nothing seemed a challenge to him anymore.
"no I've been busy here, I helped clear a Planet last week for that twat Freeza it was pretty gruesome stuff, I was one of the only survivors" Vegeta grimaced as he rolled some of the hot sand in his hand.
"I don't know why you do it. It's not like you need the money" Radditz replied, Vegeta heard something on the other end crackle. Then Radditz came back.
"Sorry spilt beer on the scouter can't be good. I'm on Purles at the minute" he heard a loud sip and then a happy groan.
Vegeta smirked to himself, whilst he was sitting here in the middle of the wilderness his best friend was sunning himself on a pleasure Planet; sounded about right.
"Hey are you coming back here for that stupid ball my fathers holding?" the Prince questioned as he laid down on the sand fully letting it seep all around his hair.
"Yeah should be if nothing comes up, providing there's girls - and a buffet"
"Idiot of course they'll be girls" Vegeta said gazing up at the cloudless sky, he wished he had bought a pair of sunshades with him now, he felt like having a relaxing day.
"True, they'll stalk you in there. Did you ever get rid of that model Serena? She was hot." Radditz said, Vegeta heard the sound of a can being crushed.
"No. and she isn't hot she's a whore, I heard her mother works as a whore who trains whores" Vegeta said, suddenly he wished he had bought a drink with him. He cursed to himself as he listened to Radditz drone on.
"Yeah well in that case she's a hot whore! Hey you think you could recommend me to her?" Radditz said eagerly.
"I don't like the girl. I don't talk to the girl. I am scared of the girl. She's just one of many who are put on this Planet to piss me off." Vegeta said making it clear to his friend he wouldn't talk to her.
Bulma had done all the laundry and was now running the errand of going to the store to stock up on her aunts organic anti wrinkle face ointments. She chose to fly as it was much quicker than walking, some would take a Space pod but Bulma no longer had one after her mother and father died she had been forced to sell hers.
The store was at least half an hours flight away; Bulma hated going, she always felt out of place amongst the posh people that shopped there, when she lived with her parents she had been showered with gifts, only the best designer garments and the prettiest outfits as she had been an only child from a pretty wealthy background.
Now her aunt refused to buy her a single item of clothing and all Bulma's dresses and garments that were of value had been either given to Serena or sold with the money going in her aunt's pocket.
She was currently wearing a pair of faded dungarees and a pink t shirt.
She flew over a third class village and looked down to the conditions some of them were forced to slum in. Admittingly she was glad that her aunt was quite well off and lived in a large house, it would have been even harder for Bulma to have been forced to move out of her home and into what looked like mud huts.
Young children were running around outside playing games, an old lady was sweeping the dust from her house onto the hard earth, their was even wild boar like creatures freshly killed and hanging over a giant spit roast in the centre of the small village.
'They all look happy though... not one of them seems down, they look almost like one big happy family.' Bulma murmured aloud to herself, she let her guard down and a single tear dropped to the ground. Falling and hitting the hard dust plain.
Vegeta followed his scent which led him to a huge rock formation with a tunnel leading through, he was terribly dehydrated and needed something to quench his thirst; water was sparse in some parts of Vegetasaii; the homes that belonged to the upper class people usually had fresh running water but the Prince was in the middle of the wilderness.
He was following his nose, as he could smell a source of water; he kept cursing himself constantly for not bringing some bottles with him, he'd finished talking to Radditz who seemed to be having a ball on some Pleasure Planet in the middle of space.
The short spiky haired teen found a tunnel on the other side of the rock and quickly entered it; he didn't care what he would find inside, he wanted a drink; the smell of running water was getting stronger; and also he wanted to explore and see what he would find. Perhaps the rock was a Flajjar's den? This was a large kind of reptile that was commonly known for eating wandering Sayans and leaving nothing but their bloody boots behind. He might have even discovered a smugglers den. It could be someone's secret stash of alcohol they had plunged from a Planet.
Vegeta smiled at this idea. It would really make his day, he felt like he needed a drink to try and ease the anger he was feeling towards his father with the arranged marriage.
Something scuffled ahead of Vegeta in the pitch black of the channel,
"M M M dinner" Vegeta said aloud to nobody as he fired up a small blue ki to allow him to see in front of him, saving him from moving his hands and feeling his way through.
He rounded the corner, powering up a little more incase of any danger ahead of him; inside the tunnel it was damp, whatever was ahead of him had little or no powerlevel as Vegeta's scouter hadn't picked up on anything.
Pressing a button on the left of the main part of the Scouter he switched on infra red and began searching for a heat source; his scouter was much more advanced than most of the other models on the Planet it was the newest on the market he was given it to help aid clearing Planets by one of Freeza's scientists.
He began to scour for his dinner; in the corner of the device something flashed up and it began to go off.
"Yum a Chidallon" the prince said aloud licking his lips.
A Chidallon was a large bird species, they were the same kind of size as an average Sayan but had lots of meat on them; they were beginning to get rarer however and it was considered a delicacy and one of the prince's favourite foods.
Stealthily he crept up on the huge feathered creature and with a powerful ki to the bird's chest he effortlessly killed it, he dragged the huge carcass out of the tunnel and back into the harsh daylight; he left the kill for later and went back inside to find the water he could sense.
Bulma was walking through the many aisles of the health store she had been summoned to visit; a bundle of notes were screwed up in her pocket and her scouter was hooked over her ear, her long blue hair moving with the breeze from the hi tech air conditioning in the wooden ceilings.
She sighed, this shop had to be the most depressing store on the Planet and she had been in funeral shops.
"Excuse me; I was wondering if you could point me in the direction to the Everleaves ointment?" Bulma asked sweetly to a short fat man stocking the shelves;
'He's defiantly Tsuful' Bulma scoffed to herself.
Tsuful's were the race that shared the Planet Vegeta with the Sayans; it was originally their home but many decades ago before Bulma had been born and even her parents, Planet Vegeta had been called Planet Plant. The Tsuful's were the natives until the Sayans took over and began ruling and changing the ways of life pushing the Tsuful's further and further away.
Sayans looked completely different to the inhabitants, A Tuffle as the Tsuful's sometimes get referred to by the Sayan's were very short and had a green complexion; they also were extremely gentle natured and didn't believe in violence. Completely the opposite to the ancient warrior race.
"Third aisle on the right. Let me show you" the chubby man said, Bulma noticed the huge amount of makeup he was wearing on his face to hide the green tinge of his skin and she smiled.
'At least they have manners, which is more than most Sayans' Bulma thought inside her head. As she followed him into an aisle plentiful with anti wrinkle ointments and ant aging organic products.
Bulma quickly picked up a container of the expensive cream and also a bottle of cold water for her flight back; she put them on the tab that her step family had opened, and then set off back into the sticky blue sky. She made a diversion on the way back and headed off to Goku's.
Vegeta had drank until he couldn't anymore; the water had been some of the freshest and coolest he had ever tasted. It had formed just right; he marked the place on his scouter and noted to himself that in the future he would ensure he returned; exiting the dark tunnel he soon began to prepare his kill.
The sun was still very high in the sky; his training had been disrupted by Radditz winding him up about the fun he was having on the Pleasure Planet; usually he would head back to the castle and eat what the Royal Chef's prepared him but he fancied eating his kill; it was his favourite and he wasn't going to share it with anybody else.
He soon built a fire and roasted the Chidallon which had now been feathered and had the insides ripped out. The smell of the fire and the Chidallon cooking soon made the Sayan heir sleepy; he rested his head in his hands wrapping his tail up and using it as a pillow with his head he dozed off with the sun beating down on him.
"BULMA!!!" Goku greeted her as he jumped on the teenager over eagerly and pulling her to the ground; she dropped the wrinkle cream and the bottle of water as she began to hug her best friend. It had been too long since she had seen him; a few weeks were still a long time. Especially when her days were spent slaving around the house doing everything commanded.
"Goku, you've changed your kit!" Bulma commented as she broke out of the hug and picked up the shopping.
Goku's training gear had been transformed; it was still bright orange but he also had dark navy body armour underneath and a different training symbol on the back.
"Yeah I've been training with my new sensei." He confessed, and then quickly changed the subject. "Come in, come in" he beckoned as he opened the door wide for her and led her indoors to the main living quarters.
"So how are you coping with Freeza's long lost sister and her brats" he growled angrily, handing her a glass of pink Passhion with some ice. He hated his friend being so defenceless, if he'd had enough room in his little house he would have allowed her to stay with him. His father Bardock and older brother Radditz were half the time off Planet purging leaving him alone. But when they were all home the house got way too packed especially when his brother bought some friend's home; which was more than usual.
"We wont talk about it" Bulma said quietly sniffling; he didn't have any idea about how bad her life had really become in the last few weeks each day was getting worse. She placed her empty glass on the small table and wiped her nose.
"Hey hey. No tears in this house!" he said quickly sitting next to her and wrapping a comforting arm around her holding her in a strong embrace. Bulma buried her head into his hard solid chest and let it all out; everything she had been holding in. It all came flooding out like a waterfall cascading down.
Goku was a great listener; he always heard every point of view and tried to see the best in people but even he disliked her aunt and cousins.
"Sorry" Bulma snivelled moving away from Goku and wiping her eyes with her arm; she quickly stood up diverting her attention away from him by looking out of the window of his little house. Goku was a third class Sayan but he didn't live as bad as the majority; he had running water and his house was strong built and made of stone. He didn't live as bad as the village Bulma had flew over on her way to the store.
"You know what? Your house is quite tidy, I mean there's three guys live here and its clean…" Bulma said smiling quickly changing the subject as she walked back over to the third class warrior and sat next to him on the sofa.
"Yeah mum always liked the house clean" Goku said quietly, then he began to smile innocently again.
"I and you are in the same boat… kinda" Bulma said smiling back to him she rested her head on his shoulder and began to think about how she could escape living the life she was. Goku's mother had died a few years back leaving his father bringing up him and his older sibling.
"You know, you can always stay here. Its quite squashed but I don't mind sleeping on the floor" Goku said as he bit into large yellow fruit that was lying on the table.
"No really Goku. I need to do this, I don't want to but im not going to let those useless whores beat me, its only going to make me stronger." She said looking about for another fruit; she didn't realise how hungry she was.
Bulma got fed at her aunts but she was usually gave the morsels of meat nobody else wanted and the bread that had gone stale, she was beginning to get used to her dinner being cold when she was finally allowed to eat up the table when everyone else had finished. Especially with Cleo around; she seemed to clean up most of the plates whereas her skinny sister was quite the opposite.
Quite often she would come and pick at what Bulma had on her plate greedy wasn't the word for it.
Her stomach rumbled as she watched Goku finish the huge fruit.
"Are you mmfhungry?" Goku managed out as he swallowed the remaining chunks trying not to choke on it.
Bulma didn't want to be rude as Goku's family didn't have that much money, but she was feeling famished her stomach growled as if agreeing with her.
Goku laughed when he heard it and his stomach responded in the same way.
"C'mon fancy going hunting?" he said slipping his boots on his feet, Bulma removed her head from his comfortable shoulder.
"HUNT!" I mean… Goku I don't know how to hunt. I'm not so hungry after all!" Bulma responded quickly.
Goku began to bounce up and down in excitement like a little kid,
"I'll teach you, you'll never be hungry again" he assured a little over enthusiastically;
He pulled her off the couch with super speeds forcing her out of his front door leaving her little time to debate.
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