Hi everyone! I'm sorry it took me so long to get the sequel out! But I did say July at the latest :P This is my first sequel story so I'm not really sure how to start it off and I really struggled with writing this first chapter, so please bear with me XD.

I don't know if anyone noticed, but I put a story cover for Indescribable! It's small to see but you can look it up on Deviantart, it's called Bulma and Vegeta by WildVegeta (Yes, the author on this site XD. I didn't realize it for awhile…I was like 'Oh shiz…WildVegeta!'). WildVegeta, if you're reading this, awesome drawing! The story cover is pretty much what you expect them to look like. Although, Bulma doesn't have the purse and is wearing shorts. Vegeta in the drawing is exactly how I pictured him as I write the story, but like Bulma, he's wearing the training outfit I've described him in.

Oh look, it's my old disclaimer that I didn't bother to change! :P

Disclaimer- I don't own DragonBall, DragonBall Z, DragonBall GT or anything else DragonBall related, Akira Toriyama does. I wish I could say that I did but I don't. *cries* I only own this story and my OCs Ki'ilina and Hertue.

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It was unbelievable.

She could barely believe it though she saw it with her own eyes.

Frieza was dead.

The prison was disintegrated.

Frieza's right hand man, Zarbon was blasted to bits (courtesy of Ki'ilina), along with every other henchman who willingly followed Frieza's orders.

All of the henchmen who were forced to do Frieza's bidding were collected together and departed in space pods before the explosion. They went on their ways, returning to their homes. If it was still in existence.

Hertue was one of those henchmen. He told them all that his home planet was destroyed by Frieza, but he managed to catch a ride with a bunch of other henchmen heading toward a planet called Magnifica. It was apparently one of the most beautiful planets in the entire universe and a relaxing paradise that welcomed visitors.

Currently, the only human to have been a prisoner in Frieza's prison, Bulma Briefs sat on the floor of her bathroom's shower. The water was running, washing away all of the pain and torture she'd endured in the most recent months. With the water running, you wouldn't have been able to see her fresh tears flowing down her cheeks.

In those months, she'd been captured from her home, watched her parents die in front of her and witnessed her planet's destruction. She had been manhandled countless times, not to mention embarrassingly and tortuously molested an unforgettable amount of times. All of the mental, physical, emotional and verbal abuse would haunt her memories for the longest time. Even though he was gone, one of Frieza's favorite prisoners was still suffering from him.

Although she'd experienced many terrible things during her stay at the prison, it was not completely terrible. There were two things that allowed her to stay somewhat sane.

One of those things was a certain Trexilian named Ki'ilina.

It had taken a few days, but Bulma managed to form a friendship with Ki'ilina. Much to Bulma's embarrassment though, it was during the topic of menstruation. From the awkward moment, a trusting bond began and the two became much like best friends. Soon after that uncomfortable situation, Bulma briefly learned a small portion of Ki'ilina's heritage and culture, as well as that she had family also imprisoned by Frieza. Although, Ki'ilina was somewhat better off. Despite that she too was molested by Zarbon, it was not as frequent for her as it was her mother and sister.

Ki'ilina was more than just a friend to Bulma. She was also their insider to Frieza's prison. She provided information and advice when it was needed. She gave Bulma moral support, compassion and kindness, usually after she'd been with the lizard. Ki'ilina was also Bulma's escort to anywhere she went and must have been sheer luck. Any other guard and Bulma feared things would have not ended up the same. Also by sheer luck, Ki'ilina exceptionally knew her way around the prison which came in handy during their escape.

Bulma wasn't sure what she would have done if their friendship had not existed.

What she did know, was that she would have been lost without the one other person.

Who was it you ask?

None other than the prideful, arrogant, sarcastic, powerful, and as much as she hated to admit it, sexy Saiyan Prince Vegeta. The same man that caused her grief, pleasure, happiness, laughter, and rage.

From day one, Vegeta ignited anger in Bulma, but also empathy. He too had lost his planet, just as she. He informed her of his difficult life before coming to the prison. Lost his mother at the age of four and the result of which he blamed himself for.

Vegeta firmly believed that his father was alive, despite the convincing speech about it Frieza gave him. Even Bulma herself thought his father was deceased. But she was truly surprised when Ki'ilina joined them on the ship with a man that looked completely identical to Vegeta, though older. She knew that if Vegeta had not been immediately placed into the medical ward after they boarded the ship following the battle with Frieza, he would have given her the smuggest 'I told you so' smirk ever.

King Vegeta was indeed the father of his son, powerful and prideful. He had just the tiniest bit of arrogance, so Bulma assumed Vegeta's excessive arrogance came from his mother, unless it was self-inflicted. Meeting his mother would surely help in that endeavor, but it would never happen, as his mother was dead. King Vegeta was also nothing like Bulma expected. She was expecting a regal, pompous, type of person. But what she had seen was not the same. He was indeed still very regal and of course pompous, but when they first met, it was nothing she had been anticipating.

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Bulma stood outside of the medical ward. She had been standing there for a good fifteen minutes, debating over whether or not she should see Vegeta. He was promptly placed into the section of the ship as soon as the battle was over. They took off immediately after and then proceeded to blow the prison to smithereens. It had been a few hours since then. Bulma had taken advantage of the ship's amenities and took a short nap, wrapping the sheets around her body, thoroughly enjoying the comfortable bed.

Now, she stood outside of the ward, anxiously trying to determine her decision.

Her foot tapped on the floor as she leaned against the wall. After another minute, she made her choice and moved away from the wall. She stepped in front of the door. She was about to move closer so it would open, but the door had already slid open.

A man stepped out of the room as the door closed behind him. He was tall, standing at about 5'9. Bulma had to do a double take, making sure it wasn't Vegeta, because the hairstyle was exactly the same. The difference was his hair, which was a brownish auburn shade and he had a thick goatee. His obsidian eyes stared at her intently. He was dressed in Frieza's armor, which made Bulma shrink back in fear. She then noticed the shoulder parts of the armor had been ripped off, as well as the hip guards. He wore a black shirt and shorts underneath it. A strange symbol had been painted across the chest plate.

They continued to silently stare at one another for a few moments before he spoke.

"Are you Bulma Briefs?" He asked, his voice was a deep baritone as it sounded through the hall.

Bulma nodded wordlessly.

She gasped as the man bowed, and then dropped down to one knee, kneeling before her. His head was low, down to the ground. Bulma was speechless, unable to speak. He returned to his previous stance, back to his normal height. Bulma gaped up at him in awe.

"Bulma Briefs, you have my eternal gratitude."

Bulma's jaw dropped even further if it were possible.

He continued, "You have rescued me from Frieza's oppression. You have managed to save the one thing that I still had to hold onto. My son. I am King Vegeta, of the former Planet Vegeta-sei."

Bulma was barely able to stutter out, "Y-y-you…King…Vegeta? Eternal…gratitude?"

"Bulma, you have helped my only son to escape from Frieza's hellish prison. You. A human! Not only is that a great feat, it's truly commendable. To other life forms, humans are weak and unthreatening. But you have managed to do the one thing that many others couldn't."

Bulma grinned slightly, "Well…if anyone's to take credit for my determination to escape, it's your son. His constant training and absolute desire to kill Frieza and be free inspired me to work intensely. He was just always training to get better, stronger, faster. It made me want to improve, just as he was."

King Vegeta smirked at this. His smirk was practically identical to Vegeta's signature smirk. Bulma had to hold back a laugh, thinking, He's definitely his father's son.

"That's surely my son. If I know anything about him, he always wants to improve himself. He wants to be…" He trailed off and then let out a heavy sigh. "Different."

Bulma's lips fell from her small smile into a frown. Her eyebrows bunched together in confusion. "Different?"

"Did Vegeta ever mention to you about his mother?"

Bulma stiffened at the question. Vegeta did tell her about his mother. He also told her about her killer. His own father. Bulma held back her anger toward King Vegeta and nodded.

"Vegeta hopes by constantly training that he will become a different person than he was because he blames himself for his mother's death." He took note of Bulma's stiff posture, "I can tell that you are desperately trying to contain your hatred toward me. Yes, I did kill Vegeta's mother. I do regret it. I will not lie to you about that. However, Saiyan rules are rules and as the king I had to follow them."

"But she was your wife! You loved her! How could you do that to her? To Vegeta?" Bulma suddenly yelled, letting her temper get the best of her.

"Mate."

"Excuse me?"

"She was my mate. Saiyans do not have these 'wife' things you are referring to."

Bulma scowled and muttered, "Yeah, whatever."

King Vegeta's tone became stern all of a sudden, "That brings up another topic. You've mated with my son, yes?"

Bulma was taken aback at his sudden bluntness and blushed. "I have. Vegeta claims we are now mates. However, I don't want to be."

"Don't want to be? Why the hell not? He's a prince. Isn't it every human girl's dream to be with a prince?"

Bulma giggled and then covered her mouth at her action, hoping her laughter in front of the king wasn't improper. "If you live in a fairy tale. But clearly my life is no fairy tale."

"Nothing ever is perfect or how we want it to be. It's up to us to figure out how to make the best of situations."

"That's great advice, King Vegeta. But that doesn't help me with the problem of your son."

"It's not a problem unless you make it a problem. You can deal with being my son's mate, whether you want to or not. But it is entirely up to you if you want to create another pointless dilemma."

"I don't want to make conflict, I just don't want to be mated to Vegeta."

"You've made that clear. But why? You've made no indication as to why."

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King Vegeta's words rang repeatedly in Bulma's ears as she sat in her shower.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Bulma shook her head, making her aquamarine hair fly about. She plopped her head on her knees as the water continued to cascade down around her.

Why did she not want to be Vegeta's mate?

Before when she had realized she had grown feelings for the Saiyan Prince, she desired to be with him. Everything about Vegeta made her want more. She had to have more. Though, she regretted it once that fateful night occurred. Despite her being upset from Ki'ilina being assaulted by Zarbon, Vegeta coaxed her into having blissful sex. It was, without a doubt one of the best nights of her life and one of the best experiences, but it all went downhill soon after she said those three little words.

I love you...

She remembered exactly when she said it. She could remember exactly how she said it. She could remember exactly how she felt when she said it. She remembered how she felt after she said it. That, was one of the worst experiences of her life and one of the worst nights of her life. She never imagined that one situation could cause amazing and horrible results.

Vegeta bluntly and flat out stated that she did not love him and that she was only responding to the effects of being mated. Bulma wasn't sure if she was more shocked by the fact that he informed her they were mates now or that he had rejected her confession of love. Bulma did still love her Saiyan Prince, this much was true. She just didn't want to be his mate.

She remembered the one night when they stayed up and played truth or dare. They had discussed the topics of marriage and mating and found them to be similar, though different. Bulma told him about how marriages can be easily broken by unfaithful partners or foolish mistakes, and that they usually didn't last long. He explained to her that mating was irreversible and for a lifetime. Once it was done, it could not and would not be taken back.

Sure, Bulma did want to have that one person she could spend the rest of her life with, but she was barely nineteen. She'd heard of places where teenagers younger than her had gotten married, but they were forced into it. And to Bulma, she felt like she was being forced into being Vegeta's mate.

Now that they were free from Frieza's prison, she was unsure of where things would go. But she was perfectly aware that there were definitely going to be some changes.

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First chapter to the sequel, aweee yeeeeah! BD I feel so awesome right now! What would make this even awesome-r would be a bunch of reviews when I come back from work! Please? X3 What did you think? Vegeta himself will appear next chapter! Did you like how I made King Vegeta? Let me know what you thought! :D

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