Gotta be chained to you
Bulma and Chi Chi flanked Prince Endymion and Princess Serenity down the long red sandstone corridors of the Sayajin palace, and tried not to stare. The murals on the walls depicted famous battles in Sayajin history; in every available graphic detail. The princess looked like she wanted to throw up, the prince looked a little horror struck, and Chi Chi had settled her features into a determined scowl.
Bulma was fascinated.
She'd done as much research as possible on the Sayajin culture, but there just didn't seem to be that much information on their arts. The paintings were vivid, and it was the obvious intent of the artist to paint exactly what he'd seen on the battle field that day. Bulma had no doubt that the artists had been there; the faces were too exact, with a loving attention to detail that made it seem as if those particular men and women had been close friends or comrades.
The man with the long spiky hair led them into a council room, red sandstone walls draped in fluttering blue fabric. There were stone seats rising in a ring around a central area. It looked like it could double for a small arena, but was laid out with a long, low table and cushions instead.
The moment Bulma saw Prince Vegeta, she knew why Baba had said her destiny was here.
"My Prince, may I present her Royal Highness Princess Serenity of the Moon Kingdom, and Prince Endymion of Earth." The hulking Sayajin who'd led them bowed deeply, and something about the tone of his voice was mocking.
"Thank you, Raditz, you may go." Vegeta dismissed the burly man and motioned for his guests to take a seat.
"Thank you very much for seeing us, Prince Vegeta," Serenity curtsied low, Endymion bowing deeply beside her. "May I introduce the captain of my ship and co-owner of Capsule Corp., Bulma Briefs, and our pilot, Chi Chi."
"Lunarian, I don't give a fuck about your niceties. Say your piece and be done." The Sayajin Prince crossed his arms and leaned forward on the table, staring hard at the little group. Serenity turned wide blue eyes to Bulma, gaping a little at the sheer rudeness.
"Well, then, here's the deal. You want Freeza dead, and so do we. He's aligned himself with the Dark Kingdom, and he'll be gunning for Earth as soon as Beryl starts pouring poison in his ear. You back us with an army, and we'll promise you your revenge served on a silver platter, nice and cold, and two to one odds for a decent fight."
"Sayajin do not make deals with weaklings." Vegeta smirked, and Bulma played the trump card.
"Not even if I can build a machine to turn you into the Legendary Super Sayajin?" That dropped the smirk off the little bastards face, she crooned to herself.
"I will not take bribes, woman." Bulma smirked, because the hard line of his mouth was drawing tight, and laid her ace on the table.
"I ask to be taken into your honor."
His eyes bugged, but he held his ground, and Bulma felt the familiar heat of a challenge pool in her stomach.
"What have you done to earn this right?"
"I've made the key to your revenge." Bulma tossed the encapsulated gravity machine to the Prince, who caught it deftly. "It's a gravity room that can artificially produce up to 1,000 times Vegetasie's gravity. You'll be a Super Sayajin in the time it'd take to reach Earth, if you train in it."
Vegeta stared at the capsule for a long moment, then threw his head back and laughed. "I accept you into my honor. Sit, eat; I shall assemble my army."
He left, and the four of them sat down and picked gingerly at the food in front of them. It was mostly meat, thick and juicy and dripping grease. Bulma tried a piece of everything; some things were obviously the same kind of animal, cooked a different way, and some things were obviously two different animals cooked the same way, or cooked one inside the other.
They jerked in unison, though, as King Vegeta came through the same door Prince Vegeta had left by.
"You have been taken into the honor of my son and heir?" The old Sayajin was looking at Princess Serenity, vibrating rage.
"No, that would be me." Bulma stood, wiping her greasy fingers on her flight uniform. "I have given your son an honorable path to defeating Freeza quickly and brutally. His honor will be restored within the year, weather or not he chooses to aide the Moon Kingdom in its war with Lord Freeza and Queen Beryl."
This was the defining moment, weather or not he killed her. She didn't have to worry though, because the Prince came sauntering back in.
"Father, I've mobilized the entire fleet, and I'll be leaving in four days on my little excursion. Could you not kill her? She's got more balls than Bardock, Raditz, and Kakarrot combined. More brains, too," and the Prince smirked as he let his eyes wander down the length of Bulma's body.
She shivered visibly, and his smirk grew wider.
A touch of destiny, Bulma reminded herself, and didn't turn to see the extremely worried look the Princess was giving her.
Sure enough, four days later, Bulma was sitting next to the Prince of all Sayajin as their ship led the Sayajin fleet out into the depths of space. They weren't even out of the solar system when Chi Chi ran across the main bridge, cast-iron skillet held high over her head and shouting dire threats to the Sayajin she was chasing. Bulma laughed herself nearly sick as the duo ran past her; she almost felt sorry for the Sayajin, who's name Vegeta said was Kakarrot, for being the target of Chi Chi's affection.
She wondered what about Sayajin made Endymion and Serenity so skittish, because they obviously wouldn't spend so much time in their rooms if they felt comfortable around the burly aliens. They were perfectly polite to anyone, especially to Prince Vegeta, who simply gave up being rude to them in the face of such stalwart civility. He slowly worked his way around to being civil to the prince and princess, and Bulma thanked her lucky stars that he was still abrasive and rude to her; she'd have gone nuts in the few months it took to take the fleet from one end of the galaxy to the other, if it weren't for the entertainment of constant verbal sparring with Vegeta.
Then she made the mistake of starting a verbal sparring match with him in his private quarters; although having the best orgasm of one's young life might not be considered a mistake. Whatever else Baba had said, Bulma understood completely why Vegeta had been her destiny; she loved the arrogant son of a bitch, and said so in those words.
He'd tried to laugh it off, until she sank her teeth into his neck so hard she left perfect, bloody crescents. She licked his blood off her lips and gave him a look that said she knew what it meant, to a Sayajin. She'd done her research. The fact that he bit her back was enough that he'd never have to say he loved her. Actions meant more to a Sayajin than words ever could, anyway.
Two weeks later, after wearing a scarf to cover the scars, Chi Chi blushed when Bulma asked why the other woman was now sporting one. Then the permanently angry look set in again, and Chi Chi started going off about how stupid Kakarrot was, up until Bulma pulled her own scarf off her neck. They shared that secret kind of smile only women can give each other, and waited patiently for Earth to draw near.
A/N; I'm already working on the third chapter. They seem really short, but I'm trying to build up the plot as quickly as possible. Its going to take awhile for this next one though; its pretty pivotal. Let me know whats up. Savage Garden again.