Title: Moonlight Destiny

Genre: Comedy, Drama, Action, Romance

Summary: Vegeta IV, Crown Prince of the Saiyans shows up on a blind date to replace his younger brother who exchanged love letters with an alien slave. This led him to date a human girl he met during his childhood and whose home planet he destroyed years ago.

Original Title: A Love Destined by the Moon and the Stars.

Author's Notes: Hello guys! This story is a repost from an old fic I did a few months back. This was also edited to add some scenes. This fanfiction was heavily inspired by TennyoElf's "Legend of the Bond" and loosely based on the Korean Drama "Moonlight Drawn by Clouds" (or "Love in the Moonlight"). Also, Vegeta's personality in this fanfic is based on his character from Dragon Ball Minus. As this is an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE fic, expect that the characters here will be out of character in comparison to their original DBZ counterparts. As ALDBTMATS it was the First place winner of the Best of the Undiscovered Category in The Prince and the Heiress Annual Awards 2017 and as Moonlight Destiny, won Third Place for Audience Choice in Drama in The Prince and the Heiress Annual Awards 2019. I know I am not a perfect person not to make grammar and spelling mistakes but if you happen to read this fic, please do bear with me.

Status (8/9/2020): COMPLETED

Disclaimer: The Author made this story as a fan fiction for fun purposes only. The author also disclaims ownership to the characters and elements in the story and credits the rightful owners. Characters and Elements are based on Dragon Ball Z and Dragon Ball Minus by Akira Toriyama, and Dragon Ball SD by Oishi Naho, credits go to Bird Studio/Shueisha/Fuji TV and Toei Animation.


It was believed by many that our fate has been predestined by the stars at the time we were born.

No matter what happens, those who are destined to be together will find their path to one another.

No matter how impossible it could be.


Episode 1

My Path to You


"Aargh! How could I be so reckless?"

A seventeen year old girl with long blue hair, tied in a high ponytail stumbled on the ground as she tried her best to outrun and escape the four cruel men who had been chasing her non-stop since she had decided to stand up for someone who was in trouble.

Earlier that cold evening, while she worked her duties as a cook in the barracks, she found a group of drunken men harassing someone she actually didn't know personally, but had much about through the rumors from her customers. She had heard that the commotion apparently began when the small figure wearing a black hooded cloak had taken the chosen table of the group of men twice or thrice larger than himself.

When she saw one of the men pull the unknown person by his collar, her moral code made her recklessly step into a perilous territory, demanding the four ruthless masters to stop bullying the shorter man. Now, thanks to her impulsive, albeit reckless decision, she was in deep trouble and trying desperately to put off her inevitable demise by the hands of these four cruel monsters she had stood up to.

This planet was called Planet Vegeta, and Bulma Briefs had no freaking idea where in the vast universe this planet was located at all. This world had been her "home" ever since that cursed day she had been forcefully taken from her home to become a slave. Those horrible people who were now chasing her were low class Saiyans, the barbaric and merciless residents of this planet.

They were a race of alien warriors who were in the business of planet trade. They were well-known to be cruel and sadistic monsters who gave no care about anything or anyone but themselves.

Bulma's legs started to hurt by the time she's reached the Burokkori Bridge that connected the Burrokori Island to the Royal City. Panting hardly out of exhaustion, she slowly turned her head to see that the four Saiyans had finally stopped chasing her. She sighed with utmost relief as she fell onto her behind on the concrete ground, still heaving for breath.

"Thank goodness!" she breathed, putting one hand over her chest. She thought she was going to die at that moment. Just the horrible idea of dying without fulfilling her long time wish had made her so nervous earlier. She somehow regretted trying to save someone who would never even give her thanks. She already knew that these Saiyans have a reputation of being ungrateful assholes. What the hell had she been thinking back there anyways?

A few minutes had passed by when she finally regained her energy and decided to return to where she worked as a cook when suddenly, a cold, shrill voice out of nowhere abruptly called her attention.

"Ah! There you are!" the icy and malevolent tone of voice quickly sent chills of horror up her spine, as if an ice cube had brushed itself from the center of her back upwards. She slowly and terrifyingly turned her head over her shoulder to see the small figure walking regally and confidently at the end of the bridge towards her until he was standing about five meters behind her.

Because of the darkness of the night and the fact that the bridge had no lights, she couldn't see any of the mysterious person's features, but the way that cold and commanding voice spoke made her sure it was a man, one with such short stature she thought he could fit in the palm of her hand. His long dark cloak enshrouded his entire form; the hood falling over his head billowed softly against the cold, evening wind. He looked like a shadowy, ominous god of death standing silently over there, who wanted to take away her soul. The Grim Reaper. The sight of him made Bulma rise from the ground and carefully step back in trepidation.

"Uhh… A-are you alright?" Bulma stammered as she asked, seemingly concerned for him. though she did this in a lie. She tried her best to conceal her fear of the boy standing a few meters before her but failed to do so. "It seems those guys won't be bothering you anymore. He he he," she faked a smile at him, but her body shuddered in the coldness of the wind; or was it due to the pressure being emanated by the boy's presence?

The cloaked figure didn't speak for a few moments. He was probably observing her with his darkened eyes. He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes bored into her very soul. Bulma gulped, and she found herself unable to speak, due to her fear. The several seconds had turned into an intense minute or two, but Bulma felt as if it has been a millennium. The way the boy looked at her was unpredictable because his eyes were concealed in the shade of his dark cloak and yet it was unbearable for her to not see him clearly.

"Hmph!" The boy huffed arrogantly, finally ending the long, agonizing silence in between them. "Who said I needed your help, slave girl? Don't you have any idea that I could easily destroy anyone on this planet if the desire ever struck me? Well… except for the Crown Prince himself, though."

Having lived on this planet for almost thirteen years, she had heard of the rumors about a boy who was nicknamed as the Grim Reaper. Nobody knew where this boy lived or who he actually was, but he was feared across the planet just as the king and the crown prince of the Saiyans.

This was the first time she had seen the Grim Reaper in person, and it was because she heard of rumors about how fearsome he was that she decided to step in earlier. She had not been trying to save him, but those four fools who seemingly had no idea they were about to get killed. Only then she realize he must have destroyed those four goons while they were chasing her.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry then for stepping in," she mumbled angrily. Well, she supposed it was never in her place to butt in someone else's business, but her righteous outlook in life made her do it.

"It was none of your concern, but your stupidity made you aggressive enough to step on my bloody territory. I should kill you for your insolence. But then, I decided to make them pay first. They annoyed me, so I obliterated them with this."

Gosh, that voice made goosebumps break out all over her body. The boy slowly and dramatically pointed a finger in her direction, which started to glow with deadly sparks of bluish white plasma that flickered with bluish white electricity. The low humming of ki energy being coalesced into tiny plasma and zaps of voltage reverberated in the air.

Bulma gasped in trepidation and awe as she watched at him do that. In an instant, the boy's body was glowing with a bright blue light. The air surrounding them thickened and blew around the boy as if he was the one summoning it. His cloak billowed along the wind, like a curtain being blown away by a typhoon. The bridge started to shake beneath them. The light emanating off his finger and body had enlightened his face.

Bulma's breath was taken away as she was astounded to finally see his handsome, but stone cold features. His darkened eyes stared into hers, emanating a powerful pressure that showed just how ruthless he could be. A cold hearted murderer who had been responsible for the death of many innocent lives. A true Grim Reaper indeed.

"Say, do you even know what this is?" he asked, curiously.

Bulma shrugged uncomfortably, "Uh… It's an energy plasma beam being charged with your ki?"

Ki is the life force within living things. Being a race of warriors with supernatural capabilities, the Saiyans are able to manipulate this energy to create destructive phenomena and other superpowers.

"That's right. Now, if we could measure the amount of ki energy input upon one ki beam, how much energy do you think it would take for one person to be able to destroy an entire planet?"

"Three thousand karos?"

Karos is the unit used to measure ki power.

The Grim Reaper smiled smugly. He was impressed that this alien girl was smart enough to be able to answer such questions. "Correct. Now, here's another question: Just how much energy do you think I actually have?"

Why the hell was he asking her these stupid questions? How the hell would she know his power level if she didn't have one of those scouter things that measured a person's ki level? Since her life was on the line, she tried to guess out of the blue, "Enough to destroy a planet?"

Pshung!

She didn't see it coming. Just a momentary but abrupt flash of blinding blue light burst from the boy's finger towards her. It merely passed an inch from the left side of her face. She felt the heat of the plasma beam pass by her quicker than the speed of light and then, just like thunder, the booming explosion of destructive power burst behind her.

The concrete bridge shook upon the intense impact of the blast and the air pressure around her suddenly felt heavy from the devastating shockwave from the detonation of that one small beam. It all happened in an instant and her blood ran cold, making her body freeze in place. Her eyes widened as she stared in terror into those obsidian orbs of the Grim Reaper. She knew she would never forget those cold, narrowed and slanted dark eyes.

"I have more than enough energy to destroy the entire galaxy." The boy murmured and his glowing form dimmed while he put his hands back on the pockets of his black cloak. The instant he powered down, the thick air calmed down and the bridge stopped shaking.

Bulma slowly and fearfully turned around and found the destruction that small ki beam had caused. Unbelievable! It looked like someone had released a rocket bomb that had completely obliterated everything in its path for miles; she couldn't see the end of it.

Had he used that same technique to destroy those who had been chasing her? Bulma gulped at the mere thought of that.

"Aaah, of course I held back that much! I don't want to destroy my home planet!" the boy groaned, looking like he was complaining.

Bulma turned to stare at the boy in complete terror. She felt like a statue made of cold marble, frozen and unable to move. Such destructive power this boy possessed! No wonder why he was called the Grim Reaper! If he proudly claimed that he had enough power to destroy the entire galaxy, then she couldn't imagine how powerful her sworn nemesis could be!

"That was your last warning, woman. Get in my way once again and I will make you my puppy!"

That was what the boy said before he turned around and disappeared in the darkness like some ghost, leaving her frozen in that bridge.

It took quite a few moments before Bulma could recover from her shock, "But I am NOT a slave or a puppy!"

~=-o-O-o-=~

"Oh, isn't it wonderful to see the crown prince studying his lessons even at this late hour of the night, your majesty?" the right hand royal soldier said, a man with olive skin and dark spiky hair named Zorn, who stood next to the Saiyan king as they walked around the palace and passed by the crown prince's quarters.

The proud and tall King Vegeta, a man with brown hair that stood upwards in a flame-like array and a beard on his chin, silently watched with pride as a huge, bald-headed man named Nappa sat before his master, pointing to a few lines on a book. Not only was he the crown prince's personal attendant, but Nappa was also the general of the Saiyan royal army. He was talking in a hushed voice, probably in respect to the most powerful Saiyan among all. The crown prince looked very much like his father, except he had darker hair and short stature. He didn't move or utter any word, he just stared at where his teacher was pointing at the page and listening carefully to what he was saying.

The prince and the general were at the porch a few meters in front of the king and his guards. The prince's back was to them; either he was concentrating so hard on his studies that he hadn't sensed his own father's presence or he was deliberately ignoring him. The king smiled to himself, feeling proud that his first born son had finally decided to take his duties as a future king seriously.

Unknown to the king, Nappa and the guards behind him were making silly sign language and eye contact. They were actually very tense at the moment, for they did not expect for the king to arrive at the crown prince's quarters at this late hour.

"He isn't back yet?"

"No, not yet!"

"Gosh! Where the hell did he go this time?!"

"Let's just hope Raditz can find him."

Busy with their silent conversations, they did not notice that King Vegeta had come over behind his son to see what his heir was studying. With that act, everybody freaked out.

"Gaaah!"

The king was not impressed to see his son reading some kind of hentai magazine.

"What the hell are you doing, Yon?!" King Vegeta yelled angrily as he smacked his son on the back side of his head. To his surprise, his son's head fell completely off his shoulders.

"Oh shit…"

~=-o-O-o-=~

Bulma had finally reached her sleeping quarters. A few, painful, fresh wounds and bruises began to appear on her fair skin. She wiped the unshed tears she had tried to hold back a few minutes ago as her slave master beat her when she finally returned to her working quarters.

According to her slave master, she didn't have the right to butt into someone else's business and escape her duties just because her life was in danger. Since when did the great Slave Master Broco have regards to her safety? He had always taken great pleasure in torturing her. She didn't know why he did these things to her. Perhaps she had done something offensive or unforgivable to the Saiyan years ago that she couldn't recall?

She was angry. Just as always, she questioned Kami-sama why these things always had to happen to her. None of this would have happened if only those aliens hadn't invaded Earth thirteen years ago.

She had only been a small child then; maybe no more than around four years old. She could barely remember her peaceful home planet, the faces of her proud parents, beautiful older sister, or the momentary princess-like life she had; however she could clearly reminisce what had happened on that terrible day.

Some big muscle bounded men with monkey tails wearing weird armor had busted into their big home, cruelly dragged them out of the house and threw them into a prison cell as if they were nothing more than animals. She later realized she had somehow gotten separated from her family so she had no idea if her parents and older sister were dead or alive or what could have happened to them. She could only hope they were still alive and… well. She hoped they didn't have the same miserable, hellish life like she had in the barracks that her slave master had given her.

In the beginning, Bulma could only hope for the chance to see them once again, return to Earth and be reunited forever, but her dream of returning to Earth was entirely impossible now. She had heard years ago that her home planet was destroyed by the leader of the purging mission that led to many humans being killed and taken as slaves by force.

She hated that man with all her heart; she had never met him or even seen his face. She could only imagine how ugly, scary and musclebound the demonic monster must have been, but she swore that she would never forgive the ruthless bastard. All she knew was the cursed name of the man who caused misery in her life.

The Crown Prince of all Saiyans, Prince Vegeta.

Every single time she thought of that detestable demon's name, her heart would burst with great ire. One day… She swore to herself that one day she would find a way to meet that asshole and make him pay for what he'd done!

"But you know it is impossible." A tiny voice in her head told her.

She gritted her teeth in anger. That bastard was said to be the most powerful and most ruthless among all of these barbaric and cruel Saiyans. He was even supposedly worse than the Grim Reaper she has met earlier. Just how was she supposed to make that bastard pay?

Just like every other night, she cursed that name to the deepest pits of hell as she slept.

~=-o-O-o-=~

"So who the hell told you to use Sadara to make it look like I was studying?!" the furious crown prince snarled at his attendant as he gave him an annoyed look.

"But you just disappeared at this late hour and you never told anyone where you were going. We didn't want to disturb the tired king, so we thought that while we secretly looked for you, it would be a good idea to - "

Glare!

At the malevolent gaze of those narrowed, slanted eyes of Prince Vegeta, Nappa quickly shut his mouth out of fear.

When Vegeta returned to the palace after some errands on the Burokorri Island that cold evening, he found his father about to punish Nappa for what he did. Before Nappa was killed or punished by his mad father for his negligence of the royal heir, Prince Vegeta had appeared and blocked the incoming attack meant for his attendant and his father stepped back angrily.

He demanded his son of his whereabouts as usual, and Vegeta had given a lame excuse of being in the restroom the entire time and that he had ordered Nappa to teach the doll. Luckily, his father had believed him and the matter was settled. Now that his father had left, Vegeta was scolding his servants for doing such an unacceptable thing.

"You are such an idiot! No, you are all a bunch of idiots! You're lucky I returned just in time to save your sorry asses from Papa's wrath!" Prince Vegeta yelled indignantly.

"This wouldn't have happened if you didn't try to escape your duties as you always do," Nappa mumbled, looking away.

"Who says I'm escaping?!" Vegeta huffed arrogantly. "Can't I at least get out of this boring place? Duh! I don't need your permission or anyone else's!"

"But it's your safety we are concerned about."

"Are you fools?! I am the crown prince of all Saiyans and the most powerful being on this planet! Nothing will ever harm me! Or have you forgotten that I could destroy any world that I wish to be rid of!"

Nappa shrugged his shoulders. They knew that, of course. Everyone on Planet Vegeta knew that fact. Especially when he always reminded them that he was indeed the crown prince and the most powerful Saiyan on the planet. Shoving his title and status in their faces on a constant basis had become one of his favorite habits whenever he felt like they were insulting his oh-so great and mighty pride.

Even as a newborn, the Saiyan Crown Prince, Vegeta the Fourth had already boasted an extraordinary battle power that had surpassed any Saiyan who had ever lived, and now that he had turned eighteen years of age, he had already surpassed many of the other superior warriors across the galaxy. His power had grown so much that he could already destroy entire planets and galaxies if he wished to.

When he was a child, he used to destroy planets and civilizations for fun, but…that hobby eventually bored him later on. He was known for being extremely ruthless, sadistic and out of control, but he had gradually learned how to control his bloodlust and desires as he grew and matured into an adolescent. It still didn't change anything though. He was still the most dangerous and brutal being on the planet.

His growing negative reputation brought him so much pride and arrogance that he placed himself so high above others with such an overwhelming sense of superiority, he just wouldn't listen to any of them, not even his own father. Such a stubborn, prideful, uncontrollable brat he'd turned out to be. If he wanted something, nothing in the universe could ever stop him from getting what he wanted.

"We apologize, your highness!" The servants fell to their knees to beg for their prince's mercy.

Prince Vegeta sat down on his cushioned seat, glaring at his kneeling and bowing subjects. "Aaah… Such a nuisance. You're lucky I'm in a good mood tonight or I would have killed all of you where you stand." he said.

"We are graced by your mercy, your highness!"

The servants were truly grateful their temperamental prince was in a good mood for once.

"Hmph! Stop licking my boots and get out of my sight before I change my mind," he commanded as he waved his hand lazily. His servants quickly scurried away like scared mice out of fear for their lives.

"Ah, Nappa! You better find a way to fix Sadara or I'll have your head the same as what papa did to his."

"Y-yes, your highness."

Once he was finally alone, Vegeta let out a sigh. 'How troublesome.' He went to his king sized bed, laying on the finest silks across the universe as he stared at the blue and gold colored metallic canopy above him.

"That woman sure was interesting…" He thought as he remembered his adventures that night.

Just like any other day, Vegeta would come out of the palace disguised as the Grim Reaper, Sadara, just to see the commoners and get a feel of and experience what their life was like. The reason for his disguise was his bitterness to the Saiyans' fear and respect for his power and status as the Prince of all Saiyans and the most powerful Saiyan among all. Disguising himself as Sadara made it easier for Vegeta to be with his people, who had no idea that Sadara and the prince were the same person.

Tonight, he went over the commoner's barracks to eat when a group of four drunken low class Saiyans came to pick a fight with him. Apparently, they didn't know who they were dealing with because he was dressed very differently than a typical royal would clothe himself. The argument started when he'd sat at the farthest table the four Saiyans had wanted for themselves. His arrogance flared the ire of the four bastards and he'd been about ready to deal with them when a blue haired slave interfered. Looking at the girl, Vegeta already knew she wasn't Saiyan because of her weird coloring. Her clothes indicated to him that she was a slave.

Slaves on Planet Vegeta were usually taken from different planets by force during purges and those they deemed worthy to serve the Saiyans were kept alive to be their slaves. The rest that were not, would be killed during the purge and the destruction of their home planet. Vegeta wondered where this beautiful girl had originally come from.

Thinking back on it now, there was something about her; Vegeta wondered if he had possibly met her once in his life at some point before tonight. There was something familiar about her.

The azure fire in her blue eyes amazed Vegeta as she had fiercely defended him from those brutes, but her words immediately made him pissed off and offended: "Stop bullying a little kid if you have nothing better to do!"

The four Saiyans just laughed her words off before they turned serious and gave her a death threat, which had made the slave girl back off. Vegeta had been about to deal those four a beating when the girl had found something, a bottle set on the table, and hit the big, scary looking Saiyan before her.

The bottle quickly shattered to pieces as it hit the Saiyan's head, but it didn't do any damage at all. This made the Saiyan so mad that it made the girl freak out and run away out of the barracks altogether. The four drunken Saiyans quickly chased her in anger.

"Now, where the hell did all her bravado disappear to?" Vegeta had wondered before he decided to follow them to see what would happen to the girl.

She had almost gotten herself killed when the mad Saiyan almost grabbed her, but Vegeta quickly pushed the brute away from her with lightning speed.

The girl who, had no idea of what just happened, continued running towards the Burokkori Bridge. The three other Saiyans were halted by their friend's quick defeat and decided to gang up on the seemingly small kid dressed in a black cloak like a dark shadow.

Vegeta had smirked at their foolishness. Even disguised, these fools most likely should have heard about the Grim Reaper, Sadara, who worked as one of the prince's protectors. Sadara was said to be the second most powerful Saiyan on the planet next to the crown prince and was feared just as he is. However, Sadara was more of a friendly type than the prince because he was more easily approachable and not as cold and ruthless. There were Saiyans who were more comfortable around him than the prince himself.

Within the blink of an eye, Vegeta was able to beat the living daylights out of the four idiots and wondered where the slave girl had gone. So he'd decided to follow her trail across the bridge to the royal city. There he found the blue haired girl sitting on the ground, exhausted from all the running she had just done.

"Hmph! What a pathetic little girl…" he'd thought before he tried to threaten the girl for standing up for him when he'd never needed her help. The girl appeared to be happy, assuming she must have saved him from the brutes, though he could tell she was faking it. He found her at the end of the bridge, shot a Galick Beam at her and just move on to him chuckling over threatening to make her his puppy.

He'd told her to never get in his way again or he will make her his own personal puppy. The girl was angry at him for calling her a slave because according to her she was not a slave. Vegeta laughed at the thought. So what did she think she was if she's not a slave?

Back in his room, Vegeta smiled at the thought of wanting to see the girl again if he ever had a chance. A pet as beautiful as her would be very interesting.

~=-o-O-o-=~

Bulma woke up with a start the next day.

It was still early morning when she started her work at the pub of the barracks, even though her injuries from being beaten by her slave master still hurt. As she cleaned the sink in the kitchen, someone approached her. A black haired girl named Chichi, who was also a slave from Earth like herself and was the same age as her.

"Are you alright, Bulma?" Chichi asked in concern.

"Hn, yeah. Just a little sore." Bulma answered.

Another teenager girl with brown hair suddenly cut in, her name was Cocoa and was also from Earth like she and Chichi. "I heard you got beaten for standing up in an argument between Sadara-sama and some brutes last night."

"Ah, yes. I tried to save the little devil from those fools ."

"Did you ever get to see Sadara-sama's face?"

Bulma looked at her with an odd look. Many girls had a crush on the popular Saiyan. Well, some girls also had a crush on the crown prince too, but they had no idea what the Future King of the Saiyans looked like at all.

"Well, not really. But…" Bulma remembered the cold looks of the Grim Reaper's narrowed and slanted onyx eyes enlightened by the spark of his powerful energy yesterday at the Burokkori bridge. "But I saw his eyes. They were the darkest pair of eyes I have ever seen my entire life."

"Woah! That's so cool. I think Sadara-sama is handsome. I wish he would take off that hood so we could see him better," Cocoa looked dreamy as she daydreamed of seeing Sadara's face.

"Hey, stop talking and work, you scumbags!" yelled their slave master, Broco, a short Saiyan with pale olive skin and Mohawk hair. His eyes were scary-looking like small dots glaring at anyone his evil gaze fell upon with a nightmarish look.

Bulma, Chichi and Cocoa quickly separated as they resumed their work.

"Hey Gure! You have something in here!" They heard their slave master shout.

Bulma, Cocoa and Chichi turned to see a small gray skinned girl with a big round head and very small body approach their slave master. Brocco handed her an envelope as he glared at her suspiciously.

"An elite royal guard sent this for you this morning. He told me to give it to you." He growled at her. Gure wasn't sure why an elite royal guard would send her a letter as she took it from her master. "You should read that later after your work."

"Yes, master."

Later after work, Bulma, Chichi and Cocoa approached Gure to see if she had already opened her letter. Gure turned to them and smiled happily.

"It's from the prince!" She exclaimed joyfully.

"The prince?!" Bulma, Chichi, and Cocoa said in unison. Disbelief and astonishment evident on their faces.

"Shhh! Quiet or Brocco-sama might hear," hushed Gure.

Bulma and her friends listened intently to Gure as she read her letter out loud to them and it sounded like a love letter. The prince said he had seen her for the first time while walking around the island with his older brother and fell in love with her at first sight. For Bulma, it did sound a little cheesy.

"What should I do? I do not even know how to write a letter." Gure blushed.

"Would you like me to write it for you?" Bulma offered.

"Would you really do me such great favor, Miss Bulma?" Gure asked in tears.

"Miss Gure is lucky that this prince has his eye on you." Cocoa said.

Bulma didn't want to spoil her friend's happiness, but she doubted this prince is indeed in love with her odd looking co-worker just like he mentions in the love letter. She will put it to a test.

~=-o-O-o-=~

Vegeta couldn't sleep. He didn't know the reason why, so he begrudgingly decided to train even though it was very late at night.

As he walked around the palace accompanied by Nappa, he passed by the King's personal palace. He sensed that his father was still awake at this hour. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion when he sensed another energy with the king. It was the Prime Minister. What are those two working on about at this late night? Scowling to himself, he decided to check it out. He walked inside the king's palace where the guards bowed down respectfully before him and halted his steps at the door of the king's bedroom.

The guards and the king's attendant who stood in attention on the sides of the door, wondered what the Crown Prince was doing in here. Prince Vegeta seldomly visits the king personally and would only see him if he decides to attend royal assemblies at the throne hall, which is also very rare. Everybody knew the Crown Prince had a hateful and distant relationship with his father due to a tragedy that happened years ago so what was his purpose of coming here?

Prince Vegeta didn't really know as well. He just felt like something was suspicious with the way his father's ki was spiking. It was almost the same as how it did years ago. The king was threatened and afraid of something.

"You don't have to worry about anything, Your Majesty. I will take care of all affairs. Just take my advice and do as I told you." he heard the Prime Minister say. Vegeta never liked this person at all. This man always had a strong desire for political power and wanted full control over the Saiyan kingdom.

"...Yes." the king replied hesitantly.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. What were they talking about? What was the Prime Minister trying to make his father do? He didn't understand why his father had been listening to the Prime Minister like some puppet lately when he was clearly stronger than him. Vegeta knew how his father had always been easy to threaten and be manipulated by a greater power and his cowardice had been his weakness. The Crown Prince had always hated the king for being such a prideless fool.

But why the Prime Minister? He wondered to himself with suspicion.

Frowning, he turned around and walked out of the King's palace silently. He didn't wish to interfere with their stupid affairs tonight.

While on his way to his personal training chambers, he found some royal guards doing their duties and bowing down to him as he walked past them. He saw one elite soldier, a small and pudgy half bald Saiyan named Onio walking in a hastened pace and he wondered what the commotion was about.

Vegeta quickly blocked his path and asked imperiously, "What the hell are you doing at this late hour, Onio?"

"Y-your highness! Prince Vegeta!" Onio quickly fell to his knees and bowed respectfully before the crown prince. "I was sent to take a letter to your brother, Prince Tarble."

Vegeta raised an eye brow. "What letter?" The crown prince asked curiously. Why would someone send a letter to the second prince? Vegeta pouted, feeling jealous.

"Uhh…" Onio shrugged uncomfortably as he averted his gaze to the side.

"Is that it?" Vegeta raised his hand and pointed at the white envelope on Onio's hand.

Onio gulped and nodded, "Y-yes, your highness…"

Vegeta flicked his finger, beckoning Onio to give it to him, a wide, playful smirk on his lips. "Let me see that…"

Onio shrugged once more and reluctantly gave the letter to the crown prince, fearing for his life. Vegeta ripped the envelope and took out blue stationery from it and read the letter out loud.

"Dearest Second Prince,

"My precious heart is truly honored to receive such a wonderful, unexpected blessing such as a letter written by a Saiyan royal prince. Even though I have no absolute idea what you look like, I could only imagine a good looking young man with a wonderful heart and soft eyes that shines like the blazing sun that saw through a lowly girl such as myself. I wish I could someday meet you in order for me to see your godly features the heavens must have bestowed upon your grace..."

At first, Vegeta made a disgusted look, then threw his head back to laugh with dry humor and sarcasm while he imagined his younger brother having 'godly features' such as good looks, before his laughter turned into an angry, unimpressed scowl.

"Who the fuck is this slave trying to poison my younger brother's undersized brain with such despicable lies?!" Vegeta abruptly roared in anger. Onio, Nappa, the soldiers and the guards around all flinched at the prince's indignant voice.

"Please forgive me as I have no idea, your highness!" Onio cried out.

"Is Tarble awake?" The crown prince demanded.

"Y-yes, your highness!"

"Good, then lead me to him! Now!" Vegeta ordered.

"A-as you wish, your highness…"

Vegeta angrily marched to his brother's quarters accompanied by Nappa and Onio. As soon as he entered, everyone, including his younger brother Tarble, who looked exactly like him but with softer features in comparison to his stone cold and rock hard facial appearance, fell down to their knees in respect of the presence of the crown prince.

"Leave us!" Vegeta ordered all the guards and slaves around them. Almost everyone scampered out of the room like scared mice, leaving the two princes to talk.

Tarble shifted uncomfortably at the angry gaze his older brother was giving him. "It's an honor to have you here at this late hour, Vegeta-niisan."

Niisan means 'big brother'.

Vegeta showed Tarble the letter he just read, glaring at his younger brother angrily, "What the hell is the meaning of this?"

~=-o-O-o-=~

"If papa and the council learn that you are having this affair with a slave, they will surely get mad!" Vegeta warned Tarble. "After all, you are a prince and your weakness will make you an easy target to destroy the royal family. What if this lowly slave is planning to use you against us and that's why she is seducing you with these lies!" The older Saiyan Prince shouted at his brother as if he had the most idiotic brother in the entire universe.

Tarble flinched at his big brother's stern voice, "I know, but I really do love her, Niisan. What should I do?"

Vegeta frowned as his eyes looked around. He leaned in closer to his brother and grinned mischievously, "Do you want me to help you?" he said in a hushed voice.

"Eh?" Tarble blinked in confusion. Had his older brother eaten something and he suddenly offered to help him like this?

"I will go investigate and see if it is safe for you to be with this slave girl. If I think she is okay, then you can do as you wish. I won't tell papa about it."

"B-but don't you have a dinner meeting with the royal council at that hour? We can send someone else," Tarble grinned sheepishly. He felt uncomfortable letting his brother to do such thing. What if he kills her if he didn't find her worthy?

"I will go," Vegeta insisted, which made Tarble even more uncomfortable. The older prince was very adamant when it comes to his decisions and nothing could ever stop him once he's set his mind to it.

"Y-y-you're not going to kill her if you don't like her, right?" Tarble muttered uncomfortably.

Vegeta's jaw twitched and he shrugged his shoulders, "Hn, it depends."

"Niisan!" Tarble cried out, he sounded like he was begging.

"It depends on whether this slave girl's purpose for you is sincere, or if she is only using this as means of revolt. If I see her motives are suspicious or that it endangers you or our family, I will kill her. If not, then I guess she will be okay."

"She is harmless. I promise you."

Vegeta doubted that for some reason. "We'll see."

~=-o-O-o-=~

The next day…

"He replied!" Gure announced joyfully as she showed Bulma, Chichi and Cocoa the letter she had just received.

"What did the prince say?"

"It says 'Meet me at the Clock Tower at 25h tonight'," Gure read.

"Wow! Congratulations!" Cocoa and Chichi shouted in joy for their friend.

"But Gure is a little shy to meet the prince… Would Miss Bulma kindly do another favor for Gure?" Gure beseeched.

"Eh? Me?! Why me?!" cried out Bulma in trepidation. "Aren't you the one he wanted to meet?"

The petite girl squirmed in shame. "I'm not pretty and confident enough to stand in front of a prince. Please do me this one last favor"

Bulma refused immediately, "No! I can't! I mean…"

The sad look on Gure's face along with tears and quivering lips were enough to make Bulma falter and agree after all.

"Alright, then. I will go, but only just this once, okay?" Bulma sighed in defeat.

Gure's expression quickly turned joyous. "Really? Thank you so much, Miss. Bulma!" she jumped to hug her.

Bulma smiled warmly at her friend as she hugged her back.

A few hours before the said meeting time, Gure, Chichi and Cocoa dressed Bulma up to prepare her to meet the prince. According to the letter, the prince was the second son of the king and the little brother of the crown prince. Bulma wondered what this second prince would look like. Perhaps, if she was able to seduce this prince, she could use him as means to meet the crown prince, who she wanted to take revenge for what he had done to her life. Now, there was a good plan.

"Wow, Bulma! You look stunning! You look like a princess from another planet!" Cocoa praised as she looked at how beautiful Bulma appeared in her pink dress. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail behind her head with a pink ribbon. Her make-up was simple and light.

Bulma smiled lovingly at her two friends, "Of course, I am beautiful!" she huffed with pride. "Now, I must go and see this prince! See you later!"

She snuck out of the barracks late that evening and was able to arrive at the clock tower earlier than she expected.

~=-o-O-o-=~

Meanwhile, Vegeta was completely bored during the entire late dinner meeting with the royal council as they talked about political issues within the planet.

"I see that our crown prince in here has no interest in the politics of his own kingdom as usual," laughed the Prime Minister named Paragus. He had a dark complexion, black, spiked up hair on the top of his head and thick mustache.

Vegeta's intense glare turned to him warningly but the Prime Minister didn't even falter. He won't forget what he heard and sensed yesterday evening during his secret visit on his father's private quarters. Paragus had always wanted to dethrone him as crown prince so he finds every possible way for him to lose his crown. After all, the Prime Minister strongly believed that his son, Broly was more fitted to become the future king than an arrogant troublesome prince like him who he had no chance of controlling accordingly to his desires.

"Hmph! How could I have interest when all you old people do is to spout some stupid nonsense?" Vegeta huffed haughtily, which flared the ire of his father.

"Yon!" His father scolded as he glared fiercely at his son's disrespectful response.

'Yon' was Vegeta's nickname, used exclusively by his father to address him. It means the number 'Four' which is Prince Vegeta's generational suffix.

Vegeta rolled his eyes at his father, "You keep on suggesting seeking help from Frieza's army for technology and resources. I say no, but you won't listen to a troublemaker like myself. So why should I be interested if my opinion doesn't matter to you and your councilmen?"

"This is for our people, Yon. Not a -," the king pressed but his rude first born son cut him off.

"Either that or you wish to seek greater power because of your greed." Prince Vegeta pressed. "There's nothing wrong with seeking power greater than what we have, it's how you want to achieve it that makes me totally sick. You people have no Saiyan Pride at all if you think the only solution is to seek an alliance with Frieza and his army. I believe we can do this in our own way."

"That is the reason why you must seek this opportunity to get stronger, my son. We will use our alliance with Frieza to achieve technological prowess and then you will overthrow them for us when you finally become the Legendary Super Saiyan."

The Legendary Super Saiyan was a form achieved through an intense transformation said to be the pinnacle of power among the Saiyans. Being the most powerful Saiyan of all and a royal blood, Vegeta was prophesied to be the chosen one to attain such power. It was seen in the visions of various seers back when Vegeta was born.

"Yes, His Majesty is right, Your Highness," The councilmen agreed in unison.

Vegeta indignantly rose from his seat, banging his hands over the table, baring his teeth at the men before him and glaring at each of them with murderous intent, "What do you think of me?! A savior you can use to achieve your foolish ambitions? If you truly wish to submit yourselves to Frieza and his army, then I strongly suggest that you find your own solution to overthrow the Galactic Emperor yourself! I refuse to be used in such a way! I am the Crown Prince of all Saiyans and I will do whatever I want!"

With that being said, Vegeta turned around to walk out of the dining hall completely aggravated with them all. However, just before he could reach the door, Paragus said, "If you won't do it then maybe Broly could. You may be powerful, but you are a cowa - hurgh!"

In the next instant, the council member found himself intimate with the wall far across from where he stood. His air supply was being cut off by a powerful invisible force that was choking his throat and he started to struggle against it, like a fish out of water. He found the Saiyan Prince glaring back at him with a malevolent death glare that sent chills down the spines of everyone present in the room; it emanated a terrifying atmosphere throughout the entire conference room.

The scent of blood and gore suddenly lingered in the air as an enormous and frightening holographic image of a demonic monkey beast loomed above Vegeta. It was only an illusion to everyone's eyes, but the pressure of the aura surrounding their furious future king felt horrifying. They could easily perceive just how bloodthirsty he was. The prince might be a childish, simple minded, rebellious troublemaker, but when he becomes this stern and livid, well… he turns into the most ruthless and monstrous Saiyan among them all.

"I do not fear Frieza, nor anyone in his galactic empire," Vegeta growled irately, his ferocious glare turning red and piercing on Paragus, who felt as if his blood had been frozen into ice in his veins and he couldn't move. "But unlike you, or any of you fools in this room, I am a man of high pride when it comes to serious matters like this. I would rather die than submit myself to anyone else and end up being some puppet like you dream of me to be. One day, I will destroy the Galactic Emperor and rule the entire universe once I achieve my power as the Legendary Super Saiyan. However, I will gain that power on my own and without that bastard's help or anyone else's, and I will do it for the good of my own and not for you or my people or the entire universe. Do you understand?"

Paragus could only nod in fear for his life, "Y-y-yes…"

"Do you understand?" Vegeta repeated again, with a harder tone than earlier. His eyes turning darker than before with murderous intent.

"Y-y-yes, y-your h-h-highness!"

"Yon, let him go this instant," King Vegeta ordered his son. Vegeta snorted out loud and did as he was told to. Paragus slid against the wall and collapsed into the floor as the prince finally let him go, coughing violently out loud.

"Hmph! Pathetic!" he snorted arrogantly as he gave one last icy look to each and every council member before he turned around to leave the room. Nappa, who stood by the door, quickly walked a foot behind the crown prince like he was his shadow.

"Nappa, what time is it?" Vegeta inquired his attendant imperiously.

"It's 26h, your highness," responded his loyal attendant humbly.

"Hmph! Great!" He garbled bitterly as he walked away. He entered his chambers and told Nappa to leave.

~=-o-O-o-=~

"He's late! Too late! He said he was supposed to meet Gure here at 25h. He's one hour late already!" Bulma fumed angrily as she stared at the time being shown on the clock tower.

She was growing impatient awaiting the arrival of the crown prince's younger brother. She guessed she was right about this prince being a jerk. For making a lady like her wait for long at this hour of the night?!

Soon, she noticed a boy approaching her. The way he was dressed looked kind of familiar to Bulma and she wondered where she had seen him before. When the boy was finally in front of her, his eyebrows creased in confusion and Bulma pointed a finger at him in surprise, recognizing him as the Grim Reaper, Sadara because of his clothing.

"S-Sadara-sama!" Bulma gasped his name in shock.

"Oh, it's you again, slave girl," Vegeta, disguised as Sadara said with a mischievous grin.

"W-what are you doing in here?" asked Bulma in shock.

And so, Sadara had finally found his lost little puppy.

"I was sent by the crown prince to see the slave his younger brother wanted to date - wait, don't tell me…" he replied with a suspicious look.

Bulma just stared at him in shock, not knowing what to do in this situation. While Vegeta realized that his brother obviously had better taste in women than he had expected. He was actually impressed with his brother, but wasn't this woman older than Tarble was?

"So you're the one who wrote this garbage!" he roared as he showed her the letter Gure sent to Tarble.

Bulma, quickly becoming irritated by his arrogance, planted her hands on her hips and raised her chin proudly, peering at the midget before her. "Yeah, so what if I wrote it? How dare you read a prince's letter, huh? What gave you the right to go through that?"

"You!" Vegeta roared. "The crown prince received this letter and read it before Prince Tarble did! He was angry at such lies a slave like yourself was poisoning his younger brother's brain with!"

"W-what? P-poison?!" Bulma's eyes and mouth were wide at the incredulity of knowing what Sadara and the crown prince thought of her letter.

Sadara looked up at her, glaring at her dead in the eye, "He actually sent me to kill this slave, but…" he muttered coldly before he let out a mischievous grin.

Bulma's eyes widened in terror as she realized what he had just said. She instinctively stepped back, immediately fearing for her life, "B-but what?" she muttered anxiously. She automatically wrapped her arms around herself.

Seeing Bulma's fearful expression, Vegeta's mischievous smirk widened, "Knowing now that it was you, I have something much more special in mind for you, woman."

"W-what?"

Vegeta immediately wrapped his arm around her nape and smiled, "Come with me!" he ordered domineeringly as he unceremoniously dragged her with him.

"W-w-wait! L-let me go! S-sadara-sama! I am not a dog!" Bulma protested like a girl being taken away against her own wish by a kidnapper.

"Shut up, woman. From this day onward, you are going to be my precious little puppy! So you better do as your master says!"

"What the hell?! Since when did you become my master?! I am neither a dog nor a slave! Let me go!"

"When? Ever since you dared to stand up for me and helped me against those four garbage fools!"

"Eh?!"

Then Bulma quickly remembered that time at the bridge.

"That was your last warning, woman. Get in my way once again and I will make you my puppy!"

Those were the words he had told her last night.

"Do you remember now?" Vegeta smirked as he looked at her gasping with a jaw dropping reaction as she reminisced of their first meeting.

"I said let me go!" Bulma screamed angrily as she took Vegeta's hand and bit his index finger as hard as she could.

Aaaaauuuurrrrgghhhhh! Arf! Arf! Grrr…

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Vegeta screamed in mock pain as he realized that his newfound dog was that wild and had bitten him. He immediately pushed her away. Bulma spun around, glaring at him viciously and snarled like a rabid dog ready to bite him again.

"What the hell is wrong with this woman? Is she mentally sane at all? She said she's not a dog and yet she acts like one." Vegeta gaped at the nasty slave in shock, looking at her with a funny pair of big, wide eyes.

Vegeta didn't know why, but he could feel his heart pounding with excitement as he stared at the blazing blue fire in her sapphire eyes. He straightened up, snorted out loud and declared, "Fine, if you don't want me to drag you, then just follow me!"

Bulma's vicious glare immediately softened up, "What? Where?"

"Well, aren't we supposed to be having a date, woman?" he snapped at her, getting impatient.

"A what?!" Bulma gasped in disbelief.

"What the fuck do you expect us to do?! Stare at each other all night?! For your information, I don't want to waste my time with just staring at your ugly face!" he yelled indignantly.

Bulma shouted back, "What did you say?!" How dare he call her ugly!

"Come! Now!" Vegeta commanded as he started walking. Bulma glared at his back angrily, offended by his words. She wanted to leave immediately, but the thought of her promise to Gure made her reluctant. She had to make a good impression for Gure's sake.

"What the hell are you doing with just standing there? Hurry up! I don't have all night or the patience to waste with you!"

That was the night Bulma realized how bossy and demanding the Grim Reaper was.

~=-o-O-o-=~

Bulma was beside Sadara as they strolled around the still bustling streets of the Burokkori Island that night. Sadara was busy sucking at the wound on his index finger caused by the infernal blue haired bitch until it finally stopped bleeding. He took a black handkerchief and ripped it into thin strips to wrap it around his finger. As he did that, Vegeta stared at the blue haired girl beside him with a deep frown.

"What kind of clothes are you wearing?" He suddenly spat, noticing the offending color of her pink dress. "It's too brightly colored, how disgusting!"

Bulma looked down to observe her clothes. They looked okay to her. "Excuse me! It looks good to me! Plus, you're one to talk. Your clothes look more like a garbage bag to me!"

"What?!"

Vegeta's eyes narrowed at that. His clothes most certainly did not look like garbage bags! Bulma raised her chin haughtily as if silently challenging him to a fight. This woman was annoying and yet she's interesting at the same time. He was amazed by her audacity to stand up against the Saiyans, and bite him. She had an inextinguishable fire in her that was likeable for a Saiyan. Tarble had done a good job in choosing this slave. Her feistiness was almost like that of a Saiyan woman.

She stopped in her tracks as she found a food stand on the streets crowded with several hungry Saiyans. Vegeta raised an eye brow curiously. He didn't know a night restaurant like this existed at this time of the night.

"Let's eat in here," Bulma smiled invitingly as she pulled at Sadara's cloak to get his attention.

"Alright then," Vegeta agreed, curious as to what this eatery could offer. They took a table at the end and the owner immediately began yelling at them. The owner was a fat old Saiyan lady who looked like she was long retired from her warrior duties.

"Hey you! That table is reserved for a special guest! You cannot sit there! Go sit on the ground!"

"Oh, we're sorry," Bulma quickly apologized as she rose from where she was sitting and made eye contact with Sadara, who didn't move at all. He looked like he had no plans to do so.

"No, I will not eat on the ground, woman! We will sit here!" Vegeta yelled back.

The Saiyan woman scowled deeply and was immediately irritated with the boy's arrogant mouth. She marched indignantly towards the table and pointed a finger at the boy as she spat, "You. Are. Going. To. Eat. On. The. Ground, kid! Whether you like it or not!" Then she turned around mumbling about how stupid kids these days could get.

Bulma glared at Sadara but he stubbornly refused to sit on the ground. The eatery owner took two bowls of noodle like soup the Saiyans referred to as the "Puhn" to give to the two stupid kids when she noticed that the boy was still sitting in his same seat. She marched towards them once more and slammed the bowl into the table so hard almost half of the food got spilled before him.

"How rude of you," Vegeta muttered in a bored voice. "And we haven't made any orders yet."

"I told you to go sit on the ground, stupid kid!" screamed the owner.

"I told you I won't," the Grim Reaper childishly stuck his tongue out. This made the woman so completely livid that she raised a hand to slap the boy's face when a group of elite Saiyans abruptly came in. The group looked like they had just been dismissed from their work and has just arrived at the street restaurant. The woman immediately turned to them with a sweet invitation.

"Hmmm, it seems this woman's attitude depends on the class status of a Saiyan," Vegeta muttered.

"Well, I guess she knows I am a slave because of how I look and she was rude because of it," Bulma whispered. "So she didn't know you at all?"

"Hmmm… probably not. No Saiyan would wear such clothing. Apparently, Saiyans only wear battle armor." Sadara answered.

"And she thinks lowly of you just because you were dressed differently?"

"That is the essence of me wearing this. In order to see the truth in the commoner's society, the crown prince hired me to report to him my adventures when I go out and about."

"Oh, but I heard you are the prince's protector."

"Hmph! He doesn't need one at all! That's why he'll send me out to see and observe these things."

"So you are supposed to report this to the crown prince?"

"Yes…"

The woman approached them again and it looked like the group of elite Saiyans were backing her up like some group of ill-mannered gangsters.

"This is the table you were supposed to take, but these two delinquents here are so stubborn they do not want to leave!" complained the old lady.

The elite Saiyans were staring hard at Sadara in confusion. The boy looked awfully familiar to them. Vegeta recognized them to be elite guards on morning duty at the palace's main hall.

The glare Sadara was giving them was awfully familiar and one checked on his scouter. Vegeta looked away as he gritted his teeth in annoyance.

Seeing the power level reading on the scouter, the elite Soldier on the right who Vegeta recognized as Celerus stammered "Y-y-your h-!"

His words were quickly cut off when Vegeta sent a warning glare at him and averted his gaze away, an obvious signal for them to get out of his sight. Celerus and the other elite Saiyans with him immediately took off like scampered mice, but not before bowing down to him.

"P-please forgive us!" the elites cried out.

The Saiyan lady and Bulma looked at Sadara in confusion, wondering why the elites had run off like that.

"How dare you make my customers go away like that?!" the Saiyan woman yelled at him. Vegeta turned his cold eyes to the old Saiyan woman. "Damn you! Just who do you think you are to glare at me like that, huh?!" she glowered at him haughtily, but her actions only made Vegeta smirk at her.

Her brows furrowed as she somehow recognized that look but she could not remember who the boy was. She looked at him, trying hard to recognize who the boy was for him to be able to make the elites scamper away in fear. "Wait a sec… You look kinda familiar." she muttered as she peered closely to the annoyed boy as if he was something so small she had a hard time seeing him.

Vegeta growled in annoyance before he took his hood off. The old lady's eyes were so huge they almost drop out of its sockets.

"Y-y-y-your h-" she stammered fearfully.

Vegeta cut her off when he said, "I want two full bowls of Puhn, now!"

"Y-yes! Your -"

"And a cool drink for me and my puppy here."

"I'm not a puppy!" Bulma protested.

"As you wish -"

"Stop right there…" Vegeta sent it telepathically to the woman. "Do not address me as such the same way in which you would in the palace, woman or I will kill you."

"Y-yes, master!" cried out the Saiyan woman, bowing before the Saiyan royal before scurrying away.

Bulma watched as the scene before her played out and was amazed by how Sadara was able to do that. So the rumors were true that Sadara was as feared as the crown prince? She looked at his face. She didn't know Sadara was this handsome. His jet black hair was spiked in a flaming array, a prominent widow's peak set high on his hairline, his wide forehead and slanted, narrowed onyx eyes.

Bulma was completely mesmerized by the beauty of this Saiyan. He looked different than the other Saiyans she has ever met her entire life. He was small, but he was so amazing that even his presence alone could send those people earlier scampering away in fear, but even though he acted like an arrogant jerk since she had met him, he was quite a friendly guy.

The Saiyan woman returned with two bowls of the noodle soup, now addressing them with more respect and humility than earlier. "If you needed anything else, please feel free to tell me anytime."

Vegeta just snorted back while Bulma stared at him with mouth agape and huge eyes. Once the old Saiyan lady has left, Bulma said in awe, "Woah! That's so cool, Sadara-sama!"

Vegeta winked back, "Of course! Just who do you think am I?" he snorted arrogantly as he put his hood back and started eating his noodle soup. Bulma watched at him eat with refinement. She was amazed that despite his wild looking appearance, he ate almost like royalty.

"What are you staring at, woman? Eat!" Vegeta ordered her.

"Stop ordering me as if I'm some kind of dog!" Bulma protested.

"Hmph! You are my dog."

"Aaarrgh! There's no telling you!" She shouted in frustration.

"Heh!" Vegeta smirked at her. He really found this woman's ire enjoyable.

After eating, Vegeta told Bulma to wait for him at the table so he could have a nice talk with the owner. He told the old woman to follow him elsewhere. He pointed out the woman's unfair treatment due to social status and was annoyed by such hypocrisy. He told the woman to change that attitude of hers because it was irritating.

Humiliated, the woman knelt down before him and asked for his forgiveness but he simply shrugged it off and he told the woman it was alright, so long as she followed his advice on the matter. Then he offered her a better place to do her business instead of just selling on the streets. The woman was so graced by the crown prince's offer.

Vegeta told her it was nothing, so long as she went along with his disguising get up and never tell anyone, not even the woman he was with. Of course, he threatened that if he learned she told anyone, he would kill her and anyone she told about him. She promised she would keep his secrets. He asked for her name and she introduced herself as Citao.

When Sadara returned with the now joyous woman, Bulma was confused. What could have happened between the two?

Vegeta and Bulma left the street stall and walked around the island once again.

"So what did you tell her?" Bulma asked curiously.

"I scolded her about her rude attitude towards her customers. She promises to never do it again." he replied.

"Huh? But how come she's happy?" she wondered.

"Because I told her if she took my advice, I will tell the Crown Prince to give her a better place to do her business."

Bulma's eyes went huge as saucers in disbelief. "You're telling that to Prince Vegeta?"

"Uhm-hm..." Sadara nodded with a smug look.

Bulma pointed a finger at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Y-You can actually tell that so casually to him? I mean like… as if you're trying to order the crown prince of this entire planet around? Are you that favorable to him?"

Vegeta smirked and nodded. "Yeah." and then he abruptly leaned forward, his face an inch away from Bulma's as he stared at her eye-to-eye, causing the girl to automatically flinch and bend backwards. "Why? You want me to tell him something for you?" A mischievous grin stretched across his lips.

Bulma just stared at him with wide eyes, her cerulean eyes showed the different and contradicting emotions within her. For a moment, she wondered if Sadara could find a way for her to get into the palace so she could actually see the crown prince and take revenge for what he had done to her planet. Yes. This could be her biggest chance, but this wasn't the time yet. It was far too early for her to demand Sadara to do such a thing for her. She decided to befriend Sadara and one day use him to get into the palace!

Sadara pouted, looking up and wondered out loud, "Hmmm… I have no idea, but I can see that you really want me to tell him something for you. Is it a long time wish? I wonder if you are one of those women who fantasizes being in the prince's bed! Fwahahahahahahahahahaha!" Sadara laughed but it suddenly died when he noticed Bulma's eyes suddenly became indignant.

"What the hell do you think of me? A whore?!" Bulma suddenly yelled at him furiously.

Vegeta was surprised at the unexpected reaction from the woman, not to mention the volume and pitch of her scream. It made him automatically pull away from her, flinch in pain and his ears ring painfully for a few seconds. He raised his hands to rub his ears for a moment while he wondered what the hell is wrong with this woman. Typically, any lady would die to be in the arms and bed of a prince.

"I don't know," he whistled after awhile once his hearing was better, looking away. "But I see your motive of seducing Prince Tarble with love letters is something a woman dreaming of entering the palace would do."

"No, I don't! It was something else!"

Bulma turned her back on him, crossed her arms over her chest and huffed with pride. Well, it was true that she wanted to enter the palace, but those love letters were actually between Tarble and Gure, even though it was really her who wrote them; but her dream of entering the palace was not to have a fairy tale like story with any of the princes, but to take her revenge on the crown prince for what he had done to her family and destroying her home planet.

"Really? Then what is your motive?" Sadara asked her in a tone that was dark and cold, simmering with threat and suspicion.

Bulma suddenly felt a chill run up her spine at that malevolent voice. She reluctantly and slowly turned around to see Sadara's dark glare on her. Oh shit! Can Sadara read her mind? Did he know she wanted to take revenge on the crown prince?

"Well, excuse me, but I have no motives such as whatever you're thinking!" She yelled at him, her blue eyes blazing with rage. "It was Prince Tarble who wrote first and I simply wrote back! There's no false motive in there! I don't know what's with the eyes of that young prince that he saw on… on me that he began sending those love letters to me!"

Vegeta glared at Bulma, suspiciously for a moment before he softened up and he began laughing. The sound of his laughter lightened up the tense mood earlier. "Well, even so. It is not allowed for a prince to mate with a slave, much less an alien like yourself. That's why the crown prince sent me to kill you."

"And you're actually defying a direct order from the crown prince?" Bulma pointed out as a matter of fact.

Sadara shrugged, "He won't know. He believes in everything I say." He assured her.

"Oh really?" Bulma didn't know whether to believe his words or not.

"So, is there anything in particular that you want me to mention to him on your behalf?" Sadara asked once again.

Bulma stared at him. He was really pushy and demanding. She sighed and decided to say something, anything to make him stop annoying her with that stupid question. "Just assure him that I am not whatever he thinks I am."

After what it felt like an eternity of staring at each other in silence, "…Fine." Sadara finally accepted her words.

A few minutes of silence passed before Sadara asked. "You really do not wish to enter the palace so you could see Prince Tarble and perhaps, be with him?"

"I do… But that is impossible. I am just a slave." Bulma replied with a hopeless expression on her face.

"Prince Tarble could make arrangements with the crown prince if you'd like to ask him… or me."

"But that's way too early, isn't it?" Bulma thought. "Well, I guess… I needed some time to think about it." She answered.

"Hnn… Fine," he told her. "Come on, let's go home. You have work tomorrow morning and you may not want for your slave master to know that you are missing."

He walked her to her slave quarters, just so he would know that she wouldn't be caught by her slave master. Once he knew she was safe, Bulma thanked him for the night and he just waved it off as he left her quarters.

As Bulma entered her room, Chichi, Cocoa and Gure suddenly appeared out of nowhere, which greatly surprised her.

"Isn't that Sadara-sama you were with just now?" Cocoa asked curiously.

"Yeah," Bulma nodded.

"B-but… how come?" Chichi wondered.

"The crown prince read the love letters and sent Sadara-sama to check on the girl his brother liked. He's suspicious that a slave girl was trying to seduce a prince."

"Woah, what an overprotective older brother he is, eh?" Chichi commented in awe.

"So does that mean you just had a date with Sadara-sama?" Cocoa urged.

Bulma blushed and she shifted uncomfortably at her friend's question, "Well…"

"Aaaahhh! I feel so jealous of you!" Cocoa squealed happily as she jumped over Bulma and pinned her down her bed playfully.

With her friend's excitement, Bulma quickly hushed her, "Shhh… Broco-sama might hear you, girl!"

"So… so, tell us what happened! Just what kind of person is Sadara-sama?" Cocoa demanded excitedly.

Bulma laughed once before she became dreamy as she answered the question. "Well, he's cool and all. He acts like an arrogant jerk sometimes but at least he has a heart much better than what I expected him to be. Unlike the crown prince I've heard so much about."

"Oh, I see. I always had a feeling Sadara-sama was at least a bit more down-to-Earth than the crown prince who they say likes to look down on everyone and doesn't care about what others would feel." Chichi said.

"He kinda mentioned that the crown prince favors him so much that he can tell him whatever he wants to say." Bulma told them.

"Really? But isn't it that the crown prince is the most ruthless Saiyan on the planet?"

"Yeah, but it sounds to me that he doesn't fear his ruthlessness at all. It seems that Sadara and his younger brother were the only people who could get through him."

For a moment, Bulma wondered what Sadara was doing as of now.


Beta'd by Froglady15