Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destined to Love ❯ You're doing a WHAT with WHO?! ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

DISCLAIMER: I do not own nor am I associated with Dragonball Z or any of it's franchise. If I was, maybe I would not be as broke as I am. However, I do own this story, the Squalls, and King Tidus-take them and die! =Þ

Last time on 'The Dream':

With that, the face disappeared off of the screen. Vegeta smirked again. Earth must have been in great trouble for their king to plead to him. Any attack, no matter how powerful, from the Squalls was a threat to anyone. Including Vegetasei and Earth, two of the universies most powerful elite forces. Yes, Vegeta would put the two planets past behind him and help the king. Vegeta did not know why he did it, but he felt something inside of him pressuring him to do it. Something he could not explain.

Vegeta's thoughts were soon cut off with an abrupt:

"Prepare to land in five minutes."

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Chapter 2: You're making a WHAT with WHO?!

"What the hell…" Bulma looked around in alarm and confusion as the ground beneath her seemed to shake. At first, she was not sure whether or not her lack of sleep was causing her to imagine things; one look over at the cooks who were frantically trying to keep the china dishes from falling told her that it was not her imagination, that this was real.

'What the hell is this?!' Bulma screamed in her head. In her confusion, she stood up, trying to find someone with the answer. However, because the place was shaking so badly, she was immediately thrown back down to the ground.

"Ow!" she cried out as she came in contact with the hard stone floor.

"Princess Bulma!" Bulma heard someone at her left call her name. As soon as she turned her head to see who it was, she heard,

"Someone cover the princess!" at her right. This time, Bulma turned toward who said that last comment to protest.

"That's really not necessary," she began. "I'm fine-OOF!" Bulma's statement was cut off when she felt someone throw themselves over her, knocking the breath out of her.

"Keep your head down, Princess!"

'Not like I really have a choice…' Bulma thought dryly. 'Is this ever going to end?' As if the purpose for the shakiness read her mind, as sudden as the quake started, it stopped. Sighs of relief could be heard all over the kitchen as people realized that it was safe once again. Bulma patiently waited for the servant on top of her to get off. After a few minutes of waiting, she was finally free. As soon as she felt the weight off of her, Bulma jumped up and bolted out the door, completely ignoring the cooks and servants cries for her to come back. She just kept on running until she was outside the castle and was surrounded by the darkness. She found nothing, yet her heart would not accept the fact that it could have been just a simple earthquake. Determined to find out what caused it, she walked around the castle. Still, she didn't find anything.

"Maybe it WAS just an earthquake," she found herself thinking out loud. Sighing, Bulma turned around to head back into the house, only to find herself run into what seemed like a brick wall. Backing up, she found herself staring up into the hard eyes of a very well-built male. Even though he stood at a stance with his arms crossed over his chest and looked like the last thing he wanted to do was associate himself with her, Bulma still found herself slowly backing away from him. Something in his eyes terrified her, yet she could not put her finger on it.

"I know him from somewhere," Bulma gasped when she realized that she actually said that out loud. 'Maybe he didn't here….' Oh, he heard alright. She could tell when the deep scowl on his face was replaced by a smirk that was filled with evil and arrogance. As soon as the smirk was in place, Bulma gasped again, for now she knew where she knew this stranger from.

"Vegeta," she choked out.

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Vegeta's smirk deepened as he heard her speak his name. What was even more amusing to him was the venom and fear behind it. He was used to it, for his family name had become one of the most feared and hated names in the whole universe. By the blue fire that leapt into her eyes, Vegeta could see just how much the princess hated him. Hell, if he was her, he would hate him too-he took joy in killing other innocent beings and purging planets, not to mention the fact that he was her planet's mortal enemy.

'Until now,' Vegeta stated to himself. He had longed to end the never-ending feud between Vegetasei and Earth ever since he was a child. Vegeta saw the pity little wars as acts of boredom and power struggles. However, his ego would not let him go as far as proposing a peace treaty to Chikyuu's king; he waited for King Briefs to make the proposal. Obviously, he had not told his spoiled daughter his plans.

"The name is KING Vegeta to you, woman," Vegeta said in a mocking tone. He almost laughed aloud as he was sure that the grinding sound that he heard was the princess grinding her teeth as she fought for control.

"My name is PRINCESS Bulma, not woman," Bulma hissed out with bated breath.

"We shall see," Vegeta further agitated her.

'Calm down, calm down,' Bulma tried to tell herself. So far, it was not working too well.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She demanded.

"Why, your father requested my presence," he answered. His smirk deepened as he watched the shock come over her features.

"WHAT?!" her scream echoed in the night. Vegeta decided to play innocent.

"You mean to tell me that your own father did not warn you of my coming?"

No answer.

"Well, that is a shame. Yes, in fact, your father begged me from my assistance for your defenses. Too bad that he failed to tell you," Vegeta knew that he should have stopped there, but for some reason, he kept going. Then again, he might have told you, you're just too dumb and stupid to remember." Big mistake. Faster than he could have blinked, Bulma crossed the short space between them and slapped him as hard as she could across the face, the sound echoing through the early morning hours. Because he was not expecting any violence from such a small girl, Vegeta didn't have time to flare his ki up, therefore leaving a sting with the slap. Immediately, Vegeta grabbed the young princess's forearm and slammed her against his hard chest, giving her no time to scream. His black orbs were full of anger and violence as he looked deep into her baby blue eyes. Her eyes that were once filled with hatred were now filled with fear, showing just how scared she was. Vegeta wanted to further torment her, but found himself unable to do so. Something in her pleading eyes stopped him. Instead, he just gave her a warning,

"Watch it, little one," Vegeta stated in a low, threatening tone. "Next time, I might not be able to stop myself from blasting you into a billion little pieces." With that, he violently pushed Bulma away from him, leaving her looking at him in shock and horror.

The deadly silence between the two of them was suddenly broken as they heard,

"Bulma!" Bulma almost started crying in relief.

"Dad!" A second later, the king rounded the corner, revealing himself. Bulma immediately ran into his arms, trying the best she could to hold back the tears that were burning in the back of her eyelids.

"Hush, my daughter, hush. What's the matter? What has frightened you so?" The king looked up with a puzzling expression. His question was answered as soon as he eyes landed on Vegeta, who was still standing where he had been with his legs slightly apart, arms crossed over his chest, and the scowl back on his face. King Briefs hesitated before unwrapping Bulma from his embrace. Looking into her eyes, he stated,

"It's alright." With that, he left her looking stunned as he walked over to Vegeta. Bulma, who had not believed a word that Vegeta said and thought that he really just came to Chickyuu to purge it once and for all, stared in horror after her father. She was about to call him to come back, but found herself speechless as her dad and Vegeta just stared at each other. Finally, King Briefs bowed deep before Vegeta.

"Welcome, King Vegeta of Vegetasei. It is my pleasure to welcome you to our planet and home. I cannot tell you how glad I am that you came so quickly under such a short notice."

Bulma was frozen to the spot in half-horror and half-disbelief. She really felt that she was going to faint when she saw Vegeta bow back to her father.

"Thank you, King Briefs of Vegetasei," was all that he said. Bulma could not take it anymore.

"WAIT A MINUTE!!" she shrieked. Both men turned towards her. Her father held a look of shock while Vegeta held a look of annoyance.

"Father, what the hell are you doing?" Bulma demanded as she walked towards them. King Briefs eyes widened.

"Young lady, you will NOT speak like that, especially to me! I don't care how angry or upset you are-"

"Oh dad, shut up. Now answer the question."

"BULMA BRIEFS!!"

"DAMMIT DAD, answer the freaking question!!"

King Briefs face was red in anger, horror, and embarrassment. He had never heard his child talk like this before. Why did she have to start now, in front of a man that he was trying to make a peace treaty with, for crying out loud! 'Let it go for now,' he told himself. After all, she DID deserve an explanation.

"I'm making a peace treaty with King Vegeta," he said as calmly as he could manage. Bulma just stared for a minute before laughing.

"That's funny dad, but really. What's really going on? No more lies."
"I wasn't lying. I'm making a peace treaty with King Vegeta." Now Bulma was getting angry.

"You're making a WHAT with WHO?!"

"I'm making a-"

"I KNOW WHAT YOU SAID!!!!!"

"Then why did you keep on asking?"

"I was waiting for you to realize how stupid what you were saying sounded."

King Briefs just shook his head. "Daughter, you need some more sleep. Go back to bed. I will discuss this with you later," with that, he turned to Vegeta, who was still standing there, slightly amused by the father-daughter confrontation. "This way, King Vegeta." King Briefs turned and walked towards the castle. Vegeta gave one last smirk towards Bulma before following her father.

Bulma, on the other hand, stood there and watched them go, still fuming. She was panting and clenching and unclenching her fists in her anger. Finally, she gained enough sense to calm down. She gathered her thoughts and followed them into the castle, thinking,

'This can't be good.'

***Psch…I don't know about you guys, but if I ever said "hell" to one of my parents, let alone "dammit" and "freaking", I'd be grounded for God-knows-how-long. Ugh…I'm 16-years-old, and I can't even say "shut up" in my house without getting yelled out. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please review!!***

Next chapter: Bulma's father introduces "the peace treaty."