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Chapter 1

It was already close to midnight, when Vegeta walked out off the gravity room. He looked up at the full moon and sighed.

"If I still had my tail, I would've been able to transform and kick Kakarott's butt! Then I would get off of this stupid mud ball, these humans call a planet!" He growled angrily and walked inside the main building.

Vegeta was tired and wanted nothing more then a good night's sleep, so he walked up the stairs towards his bedroom. As he walked past the bathroom he could hear Bulma humming inside. The door was slightly ajar and he barely resisted the urge to peek inside. He gritted his teeth and hastily walked into his bedroom. He leaned against his door with a heavy sigh and growled as he looked down on himself. "I didn't even see her and I got hard. This is ridicules." Ever since he had seen her on Namek he had been reacting this way to her. Vegeta knew what his body was telling him, but he refused to listen to it. "I don't have time for this shit. I have to get stronger then Kakarott. I can't use this kind of distraction. "Willing his body to relax he made a decision. Tomorrow night he would go into town and find a woman to fuck. For now it would be a good idea to get some extra training done.

Bulma was still humming after leaving the bathroom. She was in a very good mood today. Things were finally going her way. She was a free woman, business was going well and her parents were out of town so she had the house all to herself… "Well almost to myself." she muttered thinking about the Saiyan prince residing in her house. She pulled her towel tighter around her body before crossing the hallway to her room. Just as she reached her door, the bedroom door across the hallway opened to reveal a pissed off Saiyan.

"Ah Vegeta, I wanted to talk to you…" She was interrupted by Vegeta's loud growl before he stormed off without a word. Bulma glared at his back. "Hey! I was talking to you!" She yelled after him, but he kept just walking. "Jerk! For a prince you sure have lousy manners!" She screamed before stomping into her room and slamming the door. She put on her nightgown still grumbling about the "Prince of all Monkeys" as she liked to call him behind his back. "God he's such an obnoxious asshole, a very gorgeous asshole, but still an asshole."

Bulma had admitted to herself long ago, that she was attracted to the prince, but because she had Yamcha she never acted on it, and Vegeta's personality made it damn near impossible to get close to him. He bullied the entire household in to doing his bidding. Her father had been exhausted after all the all-nighters he had to pull to fix the equipment that Vegeta continually broke. Eventually Bulma had had enough of it and send her parents on vacation, with the promise that she would see to Vegeta's needs. This is why she wanted to talk to Vegeta. He still was unaware about the new arrangement. She was tempted to leave him in the dark about it, but knew that he would eventually find out. And although she was not afraid of him she really had no desire to get in to another confrontation with the arrogant prince when he did. He seemed to enjoy them to much. She quickly brushed her hair before heading out to the gravity room.

Vegeta turned the gravity up to 300 and gritted his teeth as he felt the increased pressure on his body.

'Stupid woman!' he snarled to himself. 'I finally had myself under control and she starts chatting me up in nothing but a skimpy towel! And she has the audacity to call me rude?' He had half the mind to go to her room and rip that towel clean off her body. He smirked at the thought. 'At least then she has a reason to call me rude.'

His smirk turned into a frown. Things were getting out of control fast; his desires were getting to strong around the woman. He had to leave for outer space soon. He would speak to the old man about it first thing in the morning.

At the thought of Dr. Briefs his frown became more pronounced as he realized he hadn't seen the old man all day. Vegeta looked around the gravity room and saw that the training-drones he destroyed were still pilled up in the corner. Normally Dr. Briefs would've started repairing them by now, and now that he thought about it... He hadn't yelled at Mrs. Briefs, for groping him, today either. Before he could contemplate this mystery further, a knock sounded at the door. Thinking it was Dr. Briefs, he turned of the gravity simulator and opened the door. His scowl returned ten fold as he saw the woman standing on the other side wearing a skimpy robe to cover an indecently short nightgown.

"What do you want?" he growled between clenched teeth. Bulma sighed. This was not going to be easy.

"We need to talk."

"No. We do not. Get lost and send the old man. Him I need to speak with." he was about to close the door in her face when she spoke.

"That's what I need to speak to you about... My father won't be available for a while." Vegeta looked down her and crossed his arms.

"And why the hell not?" Bulma mentally steeled herself for the screaming that would surely come after her next sentence.

"I send him and my mother on vacation." Vegeta gritted his teeth, trying very hard not to lose his patience.

"Why was I not informed of this sooner?" He asked in a deadly quiet voice. Bulma gulped, knowing that it meant he was seriously angry, but she stood her ground and glared at him.

"To make sure you wouldn't ruin it for them."

"Well I suggest you get him back then." Vegeta sneered.

"No." Bulma answered resolutely. "I'm just as smart as my father. From now on I will be in charge of the GR."

"Unacceptable. Get your father." Bulma walked straight up to him.

"Listen you spoiled brat." she hissed poking his chest with her finger. "This is my father's first vacation in 5 years, and you. Will. Not. Ruin. It for him! You have a problem, you come to me. Leave my parents alone! Are we clear?" Vegeta gulped. She was close. To close, her eyes were blazing with her fury. 'So Saiyan like...Got to get away from her.' he thought as he felt his body responding to her. 'Now!'

"Fine! I want the GR ready for space travel tomorrow evening. "With that he pushed her down the ramp, watching her fall on her ass, before closing the door. For a moment Bulma could do nothing but sit there and stare at the closed door, but then her outrage took over.

"You bastard!" She yelled getting up. "Obnoxious, worthless, monkey!" She gave the door a hard kick before stomping away.

As the stars shone brightly in the sky, Bulma finally managed to lie down for some much needed rest. Exhausted she fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

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Dream

Bulma was walking down a beautiful forest path. The sun was shinning and the birds were singing. She smiled as a soft summer breeze played with her hair. She reached the end of the path and stepped into a clearing. There in the middle of the clearing, was a picnic-blanket spread out on the grass. Sitting on the blanket was Vegeta, smiling brightly as he placed all kinds of food on the blanket that he took from the basket standing next to him. Bulma raised her eyebrow. She had never seen Vegeta smile before, smirk yes, but this was just freakish. He looked up and their eyes met.

"Bulma, you came." he said in a deep husky voice. Bulma shivered at his tone, so much nicer then his normal hard voice.

"Vegeta? What is all this?" she asked gesturing to the food.

"A picnic for my mate." He rose and gently grasped her hand. He raised it to his mouth and gave it a chaste kiss. "You look beautiful." Bulma about gaped at him, but managed to control the urge.

"I...Um... Thank you." She stuttered instead.

"Won't you sit down?" They both sat down on the blanket. Vegeta offered her a strawberry.

"Thank you." Bulma frowned after taking a bite. "Vegeta what did you mean with mate." Vegeta smiled.

"I'm sorry. I keep forgetting that you are not familiar with Saiyan terms. I think the earth term would be wife." Bulma choked on her strawberry. Vegeta looked at her worriedly.

"Are you alright, Bulma?"

"I'm your wife?" Bulma rasped. Vegeta handed her a glass with water.

"Not officially. But you will be shortly."

"What if I don't want to be married to you?"

"Don't be ridicules." Vegeta chuckled. "It's destiny." Bulma crossed her arms in a huff.

"I don't care." Vegeta's smile fell and was replaced by his famous frown.

"You can't fight destiny, Bulma." he growled.

"Watch me." Bulma hissed back. She had just gotten free from Yamcha and refused to let her heart be trapped by Vegeta, no matter how sexy he was. Vegeta sighed.

"Alright Bulma." He whispered defeated. "I can't force you." He stood up. Raising a hand to her face, he gently tilted her head to make her look at him. "It's a shame. We would have been good together." His thumb traced her lips. "When you change your mind you'll know where to find me." He released her and took off flying.

Bulma watched him go. 'What was that all about? Why was he being so nice to me?'

"Hey wait a minute!" she yelled running after him. "What do you mean "When"? Vegeta! Come back here!" Vegeta kept on flying. "Damn."

Bulma walked back to picnic spot wondering what had gotten into Vegeta. He was never this nice. The Vegeta she knew was arrogant, loud and cruel. This was just weird. Why would he want to be married to her? She wasn't of royal blood and as he had yelled at her many times, not worthy of his presence. She sat back down on the blanket contemplating Vegeta's behaviour, while eating a strawberry. A sudden gust of wind made her shiver. She looked up at the darkening sky and decided it was time to leave. She started back down the forest path. Suddenly a loud cruel laughter rang through the forest that made the hairs on her arms stand on end.

"Ve...Vegeta?" She said, nervously looking around. The laughter rang again. It seemed to come from every direction, but Bulma couldn't see anybody. "Vegeta this isn't funny."

"Bulma..." the voice whispered cruelly. Bulma gasped. The voice sounded familiar. It was not Vegeta, but somehow that didn't give her any comfort.

"Yamcha? Is that you?"

"Sweet Bulma..." The voice giggled, Bulma turned around to spot where she thought the voice was coming from. For a second she thought she saw Yamcha's face, but then it was gone.

"Yamcha, what are you doing here?" She asked, hoping she sounded braver then she felt. "We broke up, remember? I don't want to see you anymore." She could hear him laughing again.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." He stated coldly. Bulma kept turning around trying to pinpoint his location. "You're MINE!" Suddenly he was right in front of her. Bulma screamed...

End dream

She sat straight up, looking around wildly. Slowly the realization came that she was in her bed, and that it had al been a dream. She willed herself to relax. She was soaked in sweat and her throat felt sore. 'I must have screamed out loud.' She realized. 'I hope no one heard me.' She looked at her alarm clock and started.

"Shit." I was supposed to have Vegeta's breakfast ready over an hour ago!" She flew out her bed and hastily put her robe on as she ran to the kitchen. The dream forgotten...