MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET…

Back with a new story!! (Lately I´m having quite the lot of ideas, I hope that would be the same for my Business Plan, snif, snif...)

I hope you guys like this story. I´ve had so much fun imagining a chibi Vegeta and a chibi Bulma fighting all over!!

I dont own DB, neither any song or lyric used in this fic ( Wouldnt mind, but luck is not in my side)

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--I´ll say this just once—roared King Vegeta, much to the Prince annoyance—You must get married, brat. The time to get you a mate and stand as the next King has come.

Prince Vegeta´s glare was that of an assassin. Had it not been his own father, he would have definitely got rid of such nuisance. Damn parents!! No matter what part of the universe, when it comes to marriage and the like they are all the same.

--Listen, Vegeta—sighed the man in exasperation. Damn brats! Why cant they see that they have to become adults and take the lead when they reach a certain age.—I´ll bring you the most beautiful women in this universe for you to choose, princesses if that´s what you want…

--I don't want any stupid princess!!—yelled the young man. In his mind, he was looking for any possible escape way to that unwanted conversation with his father.

--Then what the hell do you want?!—

Vegeta knew his father was throwing him a hard one. This question meant he was about to tell him the kind of woman he would accept as a mate. His mind worked in a rush to try and find the most impossible thing to imagine and his childhood memory gave him the perfect one.

--Fine, father. I´ll get married if you can find me a woman that fills my three requisites—

--Deal—said King Vegeta expecting some sort of challenge. What the stupid brat didn't know was that as soon as he spoke, he would set an army to go and find the woman.

--One, the woman has to be a Saiyan with blue hair…--King´s Vegeta face fell down. This was not what he expected… --Second, she must be able to reach Super Saiyan…--The look in his father´s face was now of despair and to this the Prince smirked.

-- And third, she has to be able to defeat me in battle--that was enough thought the overconfident Prince. His father would never be able to find her. And even if he did, there was no way that brat would achieve the second and third part of the deal. Prince Vegeta patted his own ego, from now on he would be able to train free of hassle, thanks to his good brains. The young man stood from the table where his father and he shared a banquet up to their monstrous Saiyan appetites. With his hunger sated and his tranquility for training at safe, he wasn't up to any angry remark from the old man. He knew full well this was the first time he had actually defeated him in a discussion.

As he strode in his private quarters, the image of her struck him with an unbelievable strength, the memory of her face as fresh as yesterday. Fuck!! Why now? thought the Prince. That had been way to long ago and he still remembered her. She had been haunting his dreams for a while, her smile and the spark in her sky blue eyes, her turquoise hair. Unconsciously, he passed two fingers over his lips and chuckled. That blasted brat had dared to…

It had been a very strange accident. She had been looking for supplies among the piles of trash, one mountain of metal easily lifted in her left hand as her blue eyes looked for that little piece she needed. She had to hurry or one of the frequent sand storms would catch her and though it meant no harm to her, it was quite annoying to have her hair all covered with sand and dirt.

Then, out of nowhere, a loud crash was heard and the earth rumbled with the impact of some sort of meteorite. She left the pile of trash go, causing some more rumbling and set off to see what had happened.

Much to her amusement, she found a space pod. Very much like the one her father had found her years ago. It seemed quite battered and just about to fall apart. The hole in front of her opened and a boy fell down to the earth, looking just as battered as the machine. In the rush that followed, she caught the pod´s computer announcing an explosion soon to happen, and her survival instincts kicked in. As fast as she could, she grabbed the limp body before her and without second thoughts; she left the place running as fast as she could. She didn't know how big the explosion could be, but she wasn't about to stay and see. The boy was quite heavy and was bleeding profusely.

As she came to a halt, miles away from the place, the pod finally made a huge explosion. The girl looked back and sighed in relief. Her house was near and she decided to finish the trip before taking a look to the person she had just found. She hoped he wasn't dead, as this was the first person she had encountered in a long, long time. And as he was a boy, she expected to have someone to actually play.

The first thing he remembered was the battle and just how he had barely escaped those bastards. Even though, it was quite frustrating to realize, the hard way, that Frieza´s minions weren't to be taken lightly. The next thing he managed to do was open his eyes and slowly adjust them to the view hovering over her, a blur of white and blue…one with a huge ki…

Vegeta did the first thing his instincts told him to do. Move and kill. Ask questions later. Despite being just awaken, he managed to move his head and hit the person over him, he heard a yell and the pain his own head felt was enough to make him totally awake.

--Yowll!! Why did you do that for!! You jerk!!—

Vegeta finally came to notice where he was. It seemed a kind of underground room, with no windows and just one bed, where he was now sitting; the sheets were pure white and all around, the walls, ceiling and floor seemed to be made out of metal; he took then in the person beside him.

It was a girl of no more than 10 years. She had a strange sky blue hair and her eyes were the same color. Her skin was pale and creamy looking, as if it had never been touched by the sunlight. She was rubbing her forehead, right in the place where he had hit her and other than a little bruise, there seemed to be no more damage. Vegeta was amazed, the strength he put in that move was enough to kill an enemy; well, maybe not a Saiyan or one of Frieza´s most powerful men, but still the Prince knew he had hit her hard. To his bigger surprise, she wasn't crying or unconscious.

--Who the hell are you?—was all he could say. His eyes caught sight of something even more amazing, a flickering movement beside the girl, the twirling of a furry tail with the same odd coloring of her hair and then the truth dawned in his mind. She was a Saiyan!!

--Hey, that´s not the way to speak to someone that just saved your life!!—

Vegeta took sight of his own body. His armor had been removed as well as his boots and gloves and he was in his navy blue spandex suit. He had been patched with pieces of fabric in many places and the memory of the battle came back. He guessed he had managed to actually escape and survive the landing in some sort of strange planet and she had found him.

She finished rubbing her forehead and shot him a warm smile. He couldn't believe it. Back in his planet, such attack to a girl of his own race would have sent her directly to the infirmaries and for sure he would have been yelled at to no end.

--My name is Bulma!!—she said with quite the emotion in her voice—What´s yours??

--I´m Prince Vegeta of Vegeta sei—he said proudly and with a hint in his voice that told her to recognize him as an authority from the very beginning.

--How old are you?, Yay!! You also have a tail!! So cool!!—she dismissed the authority just like that and to Vegeta´s horror, she began to come nearer and nearer.—I´m nine…

--I´m eleven—answered the boy, twitching to get away from her as soon as possible. She could be a Saiyan girl and a very strong one, she could have saved him and all but something told him to run as far as possible from her.—Where the hell are we?

--Well, that´s quite the long story—she trailed. Just then, their stomachs announced that it was time to get something to eat. Bulma laughed and Vegeta blushed a bit.

--I think there will be time for the story while we get some food—she said standing up from the bed and waltzing towards the door. He took in her figure, clad in some sort of baggy white pants, a piece of navy blue cloth in her chest and on top a white vest. Her strange and long blue hair was braided and tied in the end with a red bow. It ended just in the base of her tail.

--Are you coming or not?—she said.

After one hell of a week of fighting and wanting to run away from her, Vegeta had finally figured out who Bulma was. According to her stories and what he knew of his own race traditions, she definitely was born in his own planet and she had arrived to that planet in a space pod while being just a baby. Still, she wasn't sent there in order to purge the place, as it had already been attacked by Frieza´s forces decades ago and sold as a dumping place for garbage.

She was a rejected Saiyan. One of those that were either too low powered or too strange for those of their race. With those blue looks, it was no wonder for him that she had had that fate. If her parents had known of her behavior, they would have definitely sent her away again.

When she arrived to that barren place, a scientist had found her and adopted her. He had been one of the few survivors of the purge and died not too long before Vegeta´s arrival. Still, the man managed to teach Bulma how to survive and given her brute force and amazing ability for fight, he had built very interesting devices for her. He too, had repaired the space pod that brought baby Bulma to this planet and the machine was Bulma´s most precious belonging. For Vegeta, the most amazing thing in there had been the gravity room. It could recreate an environment with 1000 atmospheres over the normal, which gave Bulma the opportunity to train without blasting the whole planet away.

He stayed with her for over three months. In those days, he was still a kid and actually enjoyed the company that such strange girl could give him when they were training, or "playing" as she preferred to call it. Of course, other things in their every day life weren't as easy. Looking for food was quite the problem and sharing things like the bathroom and the bedroom were cause of huge battles that often finished with both of them all battered and hurt. The bigger problem was Vegeta´s lack of tact and sensibility, a feature that she had learned from the man that raised her. Despite being young, she hated being called brat or girlie, and often snapped when he made fun of her, calling him, jerk and the Prince of all Idiots.

When she showed him the space pod, he began to plan his escape from her. It had been fun and all, but he was definitely tired of living in a barren planet when he knew far more appealing challenges waited outside. Resting in his royal bed, back in Vegeta sei and now an adult, Prince Vegeta decided that it had been the best decision. That last day, he had "played with her", and she had beaten him in a rapidity contest to see who could fly around the world the faster. She arrived to the start point first and made so much fun of him losing that he actually lost control and tried to punch her, she dodged the attack and instead, tackled him to the ground and kissed him in the lips.

To that, Vegeta had had no counterattack, he was frozen at first and then, he blushed beet red which earned him a laughter attack from her. The memory still made him blush and actually, smile. It had been a childish kiss by a freak of a Saiyan girl, but it had been his first and the best reminder for him to never let his guard down.

He fell asleep, still chuckling. The memories of his time with Bulma were the best from his childhood. But no matter how much he liked them, that and this, getting a mate, were two thing inmensely different. No matter if she managed to come back to his life, or if his father ever found out about her, he knew that not even her would stand up to his requirements…

To be continued...