Authors Note:

Hope everyone is enjoying the shenanigans so far. This chapter we have a bit of a time skip where most of the story will be taking place.

Read on fearless readers!

PS: I figure I should mention this every few chapters - I own nothing of DragonBall Z. Athough considering this is fan fiction, I would be quite surprised if anyone thought I did :)

Chapter 3

13 YEARS LATER

Bulma walked around the palace corridors with an extra spring in her step. The 18 year old blue-haired girl had grown well and had become one of the most desirable beings among saiyan men. She had filled out quite nicely and had curves that most men would kill to run their hands over. Her long blue hair flowed down to her shoulders and her large blue eyes shone as brightly as ever. Her strange colouring set her apart from other woman on Vegetasei and made her look somewhat exotic.

She was extra excited today. Yamcha, an elite royal guard whom she had been dating for some time now, had arranged a dinner at one of the most expensive and classy restaurants on Vegetasei. She made her way back to the lab, her lab coat swishing behind her. When she was about 13 the king and queen, seeing her talent in the scientific field had allowed her to work in the labs as the deputy head scientist, under her father of course.

Once she reached the labs she saw her father working off to the side, his nose buried in a circuit board. She walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey Dad. What you working on?" she asked looking over his shoulder.

"Oh nothing much, just trying to fix the errors on the new upgraded scouter" he replied still fiddling with the circuits in front of him.

"Cool, I'm going to try to do as much as I can on the gravity room before my date tonight." She said a dreamy expression on her face as her mind filled with thoughts of Yamcha.

"You have a date tonight?" Dr Briefs said turning around to face her.

"Yeah, Yamcha got us a table at 'Le Chef'."

"Okay, but be careful. I don't really trust that boy" Dr Briefs said looking Bulma in the eyes.

"Sure Dad" Bulma sighed. She walked off to the other side of the lab to get started on the new gravity machine that she had invented. As she worked, her mind flooded with thoughts. She was slightly angry that her father did not trust Yamcha. He was the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. I mean, what has Yamcha done for Dad to dislike him so much. Her thoughts drifted away as she started dealing with heavy circuitry of the gravity machine.

Vegeta was breathing heavily as he stood up tall and proud. He looked down at his sparring partner sprawled on the ground a smirk gracing his features.

"Wake up Kakarot, I've still got a lot more left in me" he said arrogantly.

"But Vegeta can't we take a break? I'm so hungry" Goku replied as he shakily got up onto his feet.

"Fine you go eat. I need to go pick up my new scouter at the labs" he said turning on his heels heading towards the towel rack on the other side of the room.

"Great! Thanks Vegeta!" Goku happily shouted as he ran towards the exit.

"Stupid Kakarot and his stupid hunger" Vegeta grumbled to himself as he himself made his way towards the exit and then heading towards the labs.

Over the years Vegeta had grown into a handsome young man. He was well-built and muscular, not to mention every saiyan woman's dream and being the prince of Vegetasei did nothing to hurt his perfect image. His laddered abs, muscular arms and perfect torso that lead to a small waist were on display as he walked towards the labs in nothing but his training shorts, saiyan boots and a towel draped over his corded neck. His features were nothing short of perfect and many women found themselves staring at pictures of him in magazines and newspapers for hours on end. Of course Vegeta knew that he was highly desirable and this just added to inflate his already large ego.

Once Vegeta reached the lab he spotted the woman working in the corner her mind focused solely on the circuitry in front of her. He walked over to her and stood directly behind her.

"Woman give me my new scouter at once"

Bulma was so shocked to hear a voice behind her, her hand slipped and she accidently shocked herself on one of the loose wires.

"VEGETA! DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!" she screamed turning around to face him, her face red with anger.

Vegeta chuckled softly to himself, a smirk gracing his features. He stood with his arms crossed over his muscular chest his tail swishing lazily behind him as he watched the woman rub her hands furiously together trying to get the stinging sensation out of her fingers.

"Well, where is my scouter?" he repeated

"My dad is almost done with it. Why don't I just leave it with my mom and when you are going for dinner you can fetch it from her?" she replied staring at him straight in the eyes. Vegeta stared at her coldly his eyes boring into hers.

"Your incompetence astounds me woman. I gave you the scouter about 2 days ago" he said his eyes narrowing

"Well I have been busy, unlike you I have a lot of important things to do so I had to pass the task unto my dad" she said through clenched teeth.

"Watch what you say woman. I think you forget to whom you are talking to. I am the prin-"

"Yeah, yeah I know I've heard it all before you are the prince of all saiyans yadda yadda" she said waving her hand in the air.

Before Vegeta could respond an elite guard burst into the room and headed towards Vegeta.

"Sire, your father requests your presence in the throne room at once" he said in between breaths

"Alright tell him I'm coming" Vegeta said turning towards the guard

"Yes sire" The guard bowed towards Vegeta and then left the room.

Vegeta turned back towards Bulma a smirk on his face. "Well it looks like I have important matters to attend to" He said as he made his way towards the exit. Just before he reached the doorway he turned his head to the side and said "You better make sure you finish my scouter in time" and with that he left.

Bulma huffed in annoyance and angrily turned back to work on the gravity machine. Agggh that stupid Vegeta he can be sooooooo annoying sometimes.

Vegeta walked into the throne room seeing his father shaking hands with another saiyan who seemed to be an elite. His mother was watching the interaction from behind his father however she seemed to be refusing to make conversation with the other man. Vegeta thought this very strange. His mother was always hospitable and friendly towards guests of the royal family, other dignitaries and high class soldiers. It was her job as a queen for Kami sakes. So what was different about this man that she should act otherwise? That was when he noticed a beautiful, young saiyan girl standing behind the other saiyan man. Oh that explains everything Vegeta thought.

Since his nineteenth birthday a few months ago, his father has been trying to set him up with different saiyan girls. He said that he should have some experience when dealing with the female species so that when it is finally time to select a mate of his own he will know what to look for in a woman. However, so far Vegeta had chased off almost every girl his father had set him up with. He found them extremely annoying; all they were interested in was getting a hold of his wealth, status and fame. Not to mention they all tried to wiggle themselves into his bed. Vegeta scowled at this thought. As the prince of Vegetasei and heir to the throne he had to follow traditions. The first time he consummated with a female would have to be with his mate and no other. Royal blood was considered sacred and precious and is treated as such. It was strange that only members of the royal family knew of this tradition. But Vegeta was prepared for the day on which he joined with his mate well physically any way. He had been trained and taught all that he needed to know. Of course Vegeta was slightly disturbed that his father had been trying to make him perfect in every aspect and that he had to undergo and attend classes for that kind of thing.

The Queen did not agree with his father's decision to set him up with different females. She felt that he should choose for himself based on his own tastes and therefore she made no fuss as Vegeta drove away female after female.

Vegeta slowly approached his father, not caring that he was inappropriately dressed. As he reached them all eyes turned to him and the saiyan girl smirked as she eyed his figure.

"What is it father? I was busy training" he replied scowling

"Vegeta, I would like you to meet Charlotte" King Vegeta said nodding in the direction of the saiyan girl. "She comes from an elite family not to mention one of the toughest female fighters on the planet. I have made reservations at Vegetasei's top restaurant 'Le Chef' for tonight. You will take her to dinner tonight" he said sternly glaring at his son.

"But father…" Vegeta began a pleading look in his eye

"You will do as I say!"

Vegeta gave his father a cold look before turning around and heading for the door. "Fine I will meet her at the restaurant at 8" and with that he slammed the door behind him and made his way to the kitchens for some food.

Back in the throne room the king turned back to face the elite saiyan and his daughter. "I'm sorry for my son's rude behaviour. I'm sure he'll come around soon" The other saiyan nodded his head towards him and left the throne room with his daughter in tow.

"What are we going to do with that boy?" the king said to his wife once the other saiyans had left.

"Maybe if you weren't forcing this upon him, he wouldn't resist so much" the queen said looking directly in her husband's eye.

The king returned her stare. "Well, what do you expect me to do? The boy hasn't made an effort to find a girl of his own, so I had to take matters into my own hands."

"I don't believe you really gave him a chance to act of his own accord. Before he even made a move you were already shoving whores down his throat." The queen narrowed her eyes at him and then turned around so that her back was facing him.

"Vanessa, trust me I am doing this for his own good. My father did this to me and look how my life turned out. I found the perfect mate and perfect queen" he said inching closer to her and wrapping his arms around her waist.

She turned around so that she was facing him her hands resting on his chest. "Don't you dare think that by trying to flatter me I will let you off easy"

"I would never do such a thing" he said smirking, his face inching closer to hers.

"You better not" she whispered against his lips before his mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss.

It was 7 pm when Bulma decided to call it a day in the lab. She had one hour to get ready for her date with Yamcha. He said that he would pick her up outside her room at 8. Packing up her things and heading towards her quarters, she couldn't help the giddy feeling that swept through her at the thought of Yamcha. He was the perfect boyfriend. Even though he was a saiyan he was different from the others. He actually showed affection towards her and let his feelings for her be known. Once Bulma entered her room she took a shower and changed into a red strapless dress that reached just above her knees. She put on her heels and make up and stared at herself one last time in the full length mirror. She looked absolutely stunning, her curves on display through her tight red dress. Her dress was just long enough to not be considered indecent and with that thought she strutted out of her room and sat herself down on the living room couch waiting for Yamcha to pick her up.

Vegeta looked at himself in the full length in mirror in his room. He had on a tux which fitted him perfectly in that his well-built form could easily be seen. Women would probably be falling all over him once he left the palace grounds. He scowled to himself. The last thing he wanted to be doing right now is having dinner with that whore his father had set him up with. She was the same as all the others his father had arranged for him, he could tell just by looking in her eyes. All she was probably interested in was getting her hands on his wealth and title not to mention in his bed. That thought disgusted him. Only when hell freezes over will he ever invite a woman, nay whore, of her calibre into his bed. Wearing a disgusted look on his face he walked out of his room and slowly made his way towards the restaurant.

Once Bulma reached the restaurant, her arm wrapped around Yamcha's, she noticed that the entrance was blocked by a whole lot of photographers and paparazzi. She was curious. Someone was here that probably held a lot of importance on Vegetasei for there to be so many people of the press to be here. Being the inquisitive girl that she is, she managed to push past all the photographers so that she could clearly see who they were all taking pictures off.

Reaching the front she caught sight of the last person she expected to see. Vegeta stood there in front of all the camera's, a scowl etched on his features. He looked absolutely handsome in his black tux. On his arm was a girl about Bulma's age wearing one of the skimpiest outfits Bulma had ever seen. She was smiling displaying her pearly whites for the camera's as she clung onto Vegeta like her life depended on it. Bulma smirked at Vegeta's expression. He looked absolutely disgusted with woman on his arm and looked like he just wanted to blast her into the next dimension.

Bulma made her way back to Yamcha who was standing where he left him. "What was that about? Who is here?" he asked curiously

"Oh it's only Vegeta and his newest flavour of the week" Bulma said laughing. She laced her arm through his again as they tried to make their way through the crowd and into the restaurant.

Vegeta glared at the photographers with the fiercest look he could manage. This was definitely the last place on the planet he wanted to be at. Looking at the girl on his arm with a scowl he pulled her behind him towards the entrance of the restaurant. As he was about to enter a woman pushed in front of him abruptly. She looked absolutely stunning, one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. She had curves in all the right places and she held her head high and confident. That was when he noticed she had a head of blue hair. There was only one person on the planet he knew had blue hair.

"Bulma?" he asked tilting his head to the side. Bulma turned around when she heard someone calling her name. Looking behind her she saw Vegeta looking at her confused. "What are you doing here?" he asked

"If you really must know, I am on a date" she said sticking her nose in the air.

"Pfft, with who?" he asked chuckling

"What you don't think that I would be capable of getting a date?" she said narrowing her eyes dangerously. She could feel her anger begin to rise.

"Definitely, considering your hideous appearance." He smirked, knowing exactly how to make her angry.

"Why you…." Bulma began her fists clenching at her sides. At that moment Yamcha decided it would be a good time to intervene.

"Bulma, babe, let's forget about him and go have supper together" he said wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her inside. Bulma scowled at Vegeta and followed Yamcha inside the restaurant. Vegeta, on the other hand, was completely shocked. So she is dating him? There is no way she can be dating a bastard like him! I will not allow it! He thought angrily before pulling his date into the restaurant following Bulma and Yamcha.

Throughout the entire meal Vegeta tried his utmost to ignore the woman sitting next to him. She kept on running her hands over his arms and trying to push herself as close as possible to his body and he felt like throwing up. He pushed her away roughly for the third time that night. Once the food had arrived he dug in, ignoring her tries at starting to make a conversation. He was not interested in talking to her. As far as he was concerned, she was below him and therefore would be unable to hold up a decent conversation. He looked through the corner of his eyes as he was eating, to see Bulma and Yamcha laughing and having a good time. How could Bulma even associate herself with vermin like him? He was feeling sick by just watching them. He did not fail to notice Yamcha's eyes travelling down her figure for the fourth time that night. But what did surprise him was that the woman seemed oblivious to Yamcha's wandering eyes. It was pretty obvious what Yamcha wanted from her and he'd be damned if he let him have his way with her.

Vegeta didn't know what had caused him to become so possessive over the blue-haired woman. Maybe it was the fact that he grew up with her and was around her almost every day. He could have possibly formed an attachment to her. Vegeta shook his head abruptly he was always careful not to let his emotions get the better of him, but there was still that odd feeling he got in his stomach whenever he saw her and that weakling together. He looked back at the table in front of him, seeing that there was no more food left, he stood up, placed the money on the table for the food and dragged his date out of the restaurant by the arm.

Once outside he turned around to face the woman. Looking at her straight in the eyes he said "I will not continue seeing you anymore. Tell your father that we are through and not to press the matter any further with my father because I am not about to change my mind any time soon."

"But Vegeta, don't you see we are perfect together" Charlotte said inching closer to him and rubbing her hands up his muscular arms. "Just give me one night and I can show you how we can make this work…"

"Uggggh, get your hands off me woman!" he said backing away from her. "My decision is final!" and with that he blasted off into the sky in the direction of the palace.

Charlotte watched his retreating form until he disappeared from sight. "Well it was worth a try" she said shrugging and then making her way back into the restaurant hoping she could find another man to keep her entertained that night.

"That was great Yamcha. I truly had a wonderful time tonight" Bulma said looking at Yamcha with her big blue eyes.

"Anytime babe"

They were standing outside her room door back at the palace. After their dinner Yamcha had flown her back home and had decided to walk her to her door.

"So when can I see you again?" Yamcha asked looking at her expectantly.

"Any time really. Why don't you come by the lab tomorrow and we can arrange another date?"

"Yeah sure" he said. He then leaned forward and kissed her goodnight. When they separated Bulma caught a strange look in his eyes. Without warning he suddenly bent down to kiss her neck as his hands moved to slide up her dress.

"Yamcha stop" she said slightly scared. He, however, didn't hear her or pretended not to for he continued.

"YAMCHA STOP!" she screamed. He suddenly looked up and seeing the frightened look in her eye, backed away from her. "I'm…..uh…..I….didn't…..mean….." he stuttered. Bulma looked at him closely. The look in his eyes told her that he didn't mean for it to go so far.

"It's okay Yamcha. It's alright I know you didn't mean for it to go so far. I'll see you tomorrow okay?" she said turning around shakily to open her door.

"Okay, Goodnight" Yamcha said and then turned around and left.

Once Bulma entered her and her parent's quarters she flopped down onto the couch. Her thoughts were in complete disarray. What happened to Yamcha tonight? He has never acted like this before. Maybe he expects more from me now that we have been dating for so long. But I don't think I'm ready for that yet….. Her thoughts were on Yamcha as she soon fell asleep on the couch.