Fates Way

CHAPTER SIX

Vegeta turned over in his bed examining the digital clock on the marble shelf. Groaning he realized he'd managed to sleep for more than six hours. The banquet was going to commence in just thirty minutes and he was still sprawled out in his comfortable waterbed.

Not wanting to move, he turned away from the clock and imagined he was just dreaming the time. The watery sensation beneath him helped relieve the stress in his tired aching muscles. Sinking back down, he soon fell back into a drowsy half sleep.

"Bulma Briefs! I demand that you open this door now!" Boomed a loud, very angry voice from the king of Krystallis.

Bulma angrily threw the remote down she had been channel surfing with; it landed on the bed with a soft thud.

"Go away dad, I'm getting changed." She shouted back, venting her frustration out on the giant pillow beside her by punching it.

If truth were told, she hadn't attempted choosing an outfit for the dinner; after all, the stroppy yet handsome prince Vegeta had instructed her to wear 'the clothes she donned earlier'.

Cussing to herself she checked out the clock, the Sayan prince next door hadn't even bothered to fetch her after his little headache escalade. It had been more than six hours she'd been pottering about her room unpacking and getting cleaned up after the long journey. Well trying to unpack.

"Okay princess, I'm sorry about earlier… its just daddies been quite stressed out lately what with your wedding coming up… and the problems on Krystallis."

"Dad SHUT UP!" screamed Bulma, finally giving up on ignoring her parent and storming over to the door.

Slamming the button hard, she glared out to the King of her planet expectantly.

"Darling, it's nearly time for the banquet dinner with the Royal hosts."

"It's not a dinner banquet, it's simply a tea party for Lord Freeza" Bulma spat out angrily, she too was beginning to feel a headache coming along.

"Hush girl, just hurry and get changed more appropriately. Wear one of your gorgeous little pretty dresses..." King Briefs paused. "Not too little though, we don't want the prince looking at you."

Bulma growled at her father's stupidity. She felt her teeth grinding together out of sheer anger.

"I'll get ready in my own sweet time." She hissed, as she pressed the button closing the door upon her father. The Krystallis princess was really in no mood for him. She was already missing Jay and home; the planet she'd landed on was roaming with dangerous alien warriors working for the forceful Lord Freeza and of course an arrogant yet damn cute prince. Everything was just peachy.

"Okay princess, I'll meet you in the banquet hall. Just ask a Sayan guard to escort you and do try not to be tardy." Called out her father, in a rather pathetic voice through a speaker on the hi tech door.

Bulma couldn't contain herself as she let out a growl that had been wanting to come out, rubbing her aching temples she truly did feel a headache coming along.

Brushing a stray hair away from her face she reached out for her makeup bag if she was being made to go then she would look her best.

'Stupid prince just forgets about me how charming.' She mumbled to herself as she began to apply some light blue blush to her eyes.

Thinking twice, she decided to go natural; her looks were way too good to hide behind makeup, plus she didn't know how the other girls dressed on the planet.

Picking up a face cloth she wiped the makeup away from her pale features, the reflection in the mirror looked all too familiar. The bright blue eyes and the straight long hair not a strand out of place, Bulma truly did have the looks of a princess. The only thing missing was her tiara which was discarded on the floor somewhere.

"I don't even know where the stupid place is I've gotta go." Bulma grumbled aloud, as she slumped backwards onto the huge bed. The soft duvet sinking comfortably into her body, within a few seconds her thoughts had turned from the banquet back to home.

"Stupid Yamcha, I hope he's happy… this is his entire fault I'm here in the first place. His and dads… I HATE THEM BOTH!"

Vegeta peered around the door curiously, he heard Bulma's rants to herself from his room and was intrigued; his head still thumping angrily from earlier.

"You do realise its unhealthy to talk to yourself?" He smirked as he made his presence known.

Bulma sprang up from the bed angrily. "How'd you get in here!" She yelled, waving her fists to show her irritation and completely forgetting her manners. It wasn't like Vegeta had many anyway.

"I'm the prince; I can get in anywhere I like. Besides you left it unlocked genius." Vegeta stated in a grumpy tone as he rolled his eyes, the smirk he'd had quickly disappeared with the atmosphere.

The Sayan prince was still wearing the exact same outfit earlier, only he'd covered up his well toned battle scarred body with a dark black shirt, Bulma could faintly make out his muscles through the texture. Before she even realised she was staring, he interrupted her.

"Are you ready or what woman. I'm in no mood to be ignored."

Bulma growled, he wasn't the only person with a headache and earlier he'd seemed such a… dare she say it? Nice person… Reality struck; this was no nice person he'd proudly admitted planet purging and killing innocent people.

Frowning slightly Bulma eased herself off the bed, he may be a hardened space pirate… but he did have one heck of a body to go with it!

"Are you ready or what? I don't really fancy Freeza having my head on a platter for being late- especially being late for you." Vegeta snapped, he too growled.

Bulma flicked her long blue hair back, and yawned loudly. "No one asked you to wait for me, the last I'd heard we were going out!"

Vegeta blushed then his irritation was clearly evident, "I only said that to save your arse."

Bulma made up her mind there and then, the prince was definitely no charmer. Forget what she'd seen earlier when he'd comforted her or the way he'd defended her claiming to the dark Lord her as his own.

Vegeta was without doubt one of the most rude, arrogant, and obstinate people she'd ever had the fortune of meeting.

"Sure whatever prince boy. Are we going to this party or what?" Mumbled Bulma angrily, she had to admit. She'd been hoping that Vegeta was different to what her father believed. He'd sounded so fun, and… like her. Now upon meeting and getting to know the Sayan prince she was beginning to dislike him more and more.

One thing that bothered Bulma most had to be his great physique. She had to admit for all his bad points he sure made up for it in the genes department. Spiky dark hair, sexy mysterious black eyes and what had to be the perfect body!... Just thinking about what was under the shirt made the Krystallis princess's mouth go dry.

"Well I've got to make an appearance. My father has arranged it surprise there."

"Yeah…" Bulma droned pulling a face that screamed out whatever.

"I'm not feeling one hundred percent as it is, so don't give me any pathetic sarcasm woman."

"Yeah well you're not the one who's travelled hundreds of light-years with a drunken father telling you about an arranged marriage." Then she added. "My name is B U L M A, not woman or girl but B U L M A." Each time she said her name she spelled it out slowly as if teaching a child.

"Listen. I'm going. You can come or you can stay the balls in your court Princess Bulma." Vegeta declared angrily, he indeed felt rather ill the headache was increasing by the minute. The rest he'd taken previously had rejuvenated some of his energy but with every moment he felt it sapping back out of him like a balloon deflating.

Bulma growled in sheer irritation, never in her life had she been spoken to in such a rude way. On Krystallis the people were forced to stand and bow in her presence it was an honorary Royal tradition. Now she had a short, snappy prince treating her like a servant.

"Well I'm going to change first; you haven't exactly kept your word princey - you're wearing a shirt."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow in mock concern. "Just please; shut up and come with me, recall what Freeza said about keeping you on a lead?"

"Yeah well, I'm not a pet dog you can just take for walks when it suits you."

"In Freeza's eyes you are. Plus what's a dog?"

Bulma opened her eyes in surprise, "You don't know what a dog is!"

"Of course I know baka, I was being sarcastic. Now hurry we're already late because of you."

This time Bulma bit her tongue really hard. How dare he blame her! HE was the one who just barged into her room without knocking, HE was the one who was late, and HE was also the one who supposedly had to escort her down.

"It's wise to hold your tongue woman." Vegeta replied a smug smile spread across his features; it only made him look even more irresistible to the teenage princess.

'Why do I keep thinking like this? He's the biggest jerk I've had the fortune of ever meeting. EVER. Bulma you're a baka sometimes.' Bulma scolded to in her mind.

Mentally she slapped herself for being so stupid, the only guy she couldn't take her eyes off and he was the snobbiest, most arrogant, pigheaded male. With the exception of Yamcha of course.

Vegeta left the electronic door to the room, and headed down the hall; his spiky hair bobbing up and down as he power walked.

The young princess soon found her eyes drifting to his cute butt, but before she could take a deep enough breath he'd disappeared behind a curved stone wall.

"I'm such a perv." Bulma said aloud to nobody, as she swore and picked up her card and purse. The room was still in a tip from her unpacking earlier, an arrangement of miscellaneous stuff was dotted about along with many piles of clothes she hadn't got round to packing into the walk in wardrobe.

The hot tub was bubbling nicely where she'd left it on earlier, rushing back in she switched it off then darted out of the bedroom half sliding along the red carpet outside.

Wishing she'd gotten changed into one of her beautiful gowns, Bulma found herself jogging after the Sayan prince; her long hair waving delicately in the breeze she was forming.

Upon reaching Vegeta, she slowed down to view what he was doing. A scouter was clipped onto his right ear and he was talking quickly whilst rubbing the temples of his head.

Disclaimer: Hi all! I hope that you didn't mind waiting so long for this chapter; I have split it into two parts I'm still working on the other and will post it as soon as possible. Hence why its pretty short compared to most.

Anyways just a super quick thanks to everybody that took the time and effort to review the last chapter : You all really help spur me on to continue writing! THANKS EVERYBODY!

Sorry if it's taken some time, I had a really great holiday (five foot clean surf everyday!) Now I have also started working four days a week which means up at half six and not getting home until about that.

Enough complaining! Update coming soon!

Love you all!

Sarah xxx

Surfs up!

May the surf always be big, clean and safe whenever we hit the ocean X