Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deception ❯ The Ones Named Bulma and Vegeta ( Chapter 1 )

-Deception-

By : Stacey Meyer

Vegeta and Bulma are both Saiya-jins born on Vegeta-sei. Vegeta is a year older than Bulma, and Bulma is a First Class Saiya-jin while Vegeta is, obviously, the Prince of all Saiya-jins. The story starts off as Vegeta being 17 and Bulma being 16. They grow up together, but there is something that The King and Queen aren't telling Vegeta. What could it be? Why would the King and Queen deceive the crowned Prince of Vegeta-sei? What in the world does this have to do with Bulma? Read more to find out!

Chapter One

Rated ~ `R' for language

Disclaimer ~ I DO NOT own Vegeta, Bulma, or any of the DBZ gang or DBZ, I am sad to say. I'm not making any mulah off of this story, so yeah. Oh, and I don't have a job, therefore I don't have any money, so suing me would be pointless.

Words in *stars* are telepatic talking.

Words in 'parenthesis' are thoughts.

Chapter One - The Ones Named Bulma and Vegeta

The bright sun of Vegeta-sei shined through thick curtains that morning. Vegeta lazily rubbed his eyelids, wishing sleep to come once more. But to his dismay, someone would prevent the young Prince from furthering his slumber. Queen Kamlyn, a beautiful Saiya-jin with long jet black hair and ebony eyes, entered the Prince's room and opened the curtains even further, causing Vegeta to stir in his half-asleep stage.

"Vegeta," a soft voice beckoned him. "Vegeta, wake up." The Queen shook her son softly, urging him to wake. "Your breakfast is getting cold, and Bulma's going to be eating with us, so hurry up and get downstairs. You don't want your guest waiting longer than she has to." Vegeta grumbled that he would be down in a few moments, and Queen Kamlyn took that as her cue to go back to the dining room and start eating her own breakfast before it got too cold. The seventeen year old rubbed his eyes once more with his fist, yawning the sleep away. He jumped down from the King sized bed, feet meeting with a luxurious, red carpeted floor. Vegeta blinked a few more times, trying to lessen the effects of the rays of the morning light to his newly opened eyes. Running a hand through his short, spiky black hair, Vegeta strode out of his room and into the hall, heading towards the dining area. 'Bulma? I wonder why she's eating with us this morning. Oh well, at least I won't be bored this morning.'

Vegeta walked into the room and his lips curved into a smirk. 'This, is going to be quite an eventful morning.' Bulma stood from her seat and bowed slightly to show her respects.

"Good morning, my Prince. How are you on this magnificent dawn?" Bulma's sapphire eyes glittered in amusement, she couldn't help but smirk at the Prince's attire. He was wearing nothing but his black silk boxers and a black satin robe that was hanging open at the moment, showing off his perfect form. Vegeta turned his head to where the blue-haired sixteen-year old was standing, still slightly bowed. He noticed she was wearing one of the outfits that he favored, a red halter top with the black and white stripes and a pair of black jeans that were faded. His smirk became even broader when he replied.

"Well, it would have been better if you hadn't shown up, but since you graced us all with your presence, I guess that you can stay and eat." Bulma went red in the face and remained standing, fists clenched tightly. "You may be seated, woman." *You just wait Vegeta,* she telepathically told her life-long friend, *You'll eat those words when I'm done with you.* Vegeta's smirk widened even more, if at all possible, and he even let out a small chuckle. King Vegeta and Queen Kamlyn peered at their son, wondering what could possibly amuse him so much. *In your dreams woman.*

"Excuse me, Prince Vegeta, could I talk to you? Privately?" Bulma questioned, not hiding her fury. Vegeta exited the room, motioning for the girl to follow. Once outside the dining hall, Bulma shoved Vegeta against the wall.

"What the hell was that for, woman?" Bulma completely ignored Vegeta's question and asked one of her own.

"What were you doing in there you ass? Are you trying to embarrass me in front of your parents? Ugh, if you weren't Prince I'd beat the shit out of you!"

"I'd like to see that happen. I've got more strength in my little pinkie than you do in your whole body." Bulma's mouth turned down form a frown. She pondered for a few moments and the frown slowly turned into a broad smirk.

"Would you like to bet on that Veggie?"

"Oh, you're on woman."

"And would you stop calling me woman!! My name is Bulma, you'd think that you would of known this after, what, sixteen years!!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Let's eat, woman, I'm starving." As if on cue, Vegeta's and Bulma's stomachs growled in unison. Bulma frowned again.

"Fine." The twosome opened the large doors and proceeded to sit down. Vegeta sat to the right of the King and Bulma conveniently sat across from Vegeta. About ten plates of eggs, fifteen plates of bacon, twelve plates of pancakes, nine plates of sausage, ten plates of waffles, ten plates of toast, and four gallons of milk were placed on the table for the hungry Saiya-jins to feast upon.

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"Thank you very much for inviting me for breakfast your highnesses. It was quite delicious." Bulma patted her stomach showing she was full.

"Oh, it was our pleasure, honey. You'll have to come to meals more often." The Queen was quite pleased that Bulma had joined them for breakfast that morning. She had thought that Bulma was a great girl and one hell of a fighter, and with her temper, she was the perfect candidate for her son to marry when he came of age, which was shortly arriving.

Bulma thanked them once again and asked to be excused. She walked through the large double doors, heading for her room among the huge palace. Vegeta also asked permission to be excused and began to follow his best friend of sixteen years to her destination.

"Don't follow me, Vegeta. I don't want to be around you for a while."

"Oh, come on, Bulma. I was just doing it to get a rise out of you, and you know it. You don't have to get a cynical on me." Vegeta ran his hand through his hair, a habit he picked up from his mother when she got frustrated. His frown lessened when he thought of something to cheer the blue-headed vixen up some. He grabbed her arm and forced her to look at him. "Come with me somewhere."

"No." Bulma wasn't going to fall for his crap again.

"I promise you'll like it."

"Tough shit, Vegeta. Nothing you can do will make me less pissed off."

"Really? Well I beg to differ. Just come on!" He tugged on her arm and practically pulled it out of the socket. Had she not been a Saiya-jin it probably would have been ripped right off. Bulma stared at Vegeta for a while and decided to see just what it was that he had to offer to her.

"Make it quick, or else." Vegeta flashed her his infamous smirk and grabbed her hand, literally flying through the halls of the enormous palace. Bulma pulled herself up into Vegeta's arms since she couldn't fly as fast as him yet, and wrapped her arms and legs around him. Vegeta instinctively wrapped his arms around Bulma's waist to keep her in place. Within twenty minutes they had reached the outskirts of the kingdom and the place that Vegeta wanted to show Bulma. The Prince landed softly on the grass. He and Bulma stayed where they were just starring into each other's eyes. Bulma broke eye contact and blushed a little, along with Vegeta. It was just then that the First Class realized exactly where she was.

"Oh, Vegeta! I can't believe you remembered this place! It seems like it was yesterday when you first brought me up here to get away from harsh reality. Whenever I was feeling down, you always brought me here." Vegeta certainly did remember that day in his life when he brought Bulma here. It was about ten years ago, when Bulma's parents both got killed in battle. Bulma was at the palace, and when she found out she ran straight to Vegeta, not knowing what else to do. He had found the place while on one of his adventurous escapades, and decided that it was as good of a time as any to show it to Bulma.

It was a beautiful island, full of lush greenery and animals. There was a small waterfall which led into a pond. It was the most beautiful place on the planet, and was only known to the two young Saiya-jins.

"Thank you, Vegeta. I almost forgot about this place." Bulma walked up to her best friend and planted a small kiss on his lips. Vegeta was slightly stunned at the electricity that was created from such a small gesture. Sure they had kissed before, they did everything together and told everything to each other. Hell they had lost their virginity to each other just to get it over and done with, but none of it had ever felt this real before. Vegeta grunted his response, running over his lips with his fingers, and then his tongue. He couldn't get over how good just her lips tasted.

"Bulma?" The Prince asked somewhat timidly. Bulma turned around at the sound of her name actually being spoken instead of woman. She was surprised to be pulled into a passionate kiss, but her surprised was quickly dissipated and she responded to the kiss.

A/N ~ Eeeeehehehehehehehe ... I don't know. I just wanted to end it there for now. Until next time.

Stacey ~ Crazyhelga