Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Endlessly ❯ Chapter 2
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By: Froglady15 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Suspense / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.04.2013 | Updated On: 03.30.2014 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Suspense / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.04.2013 | Updated On: 03.30.2014 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 2
“Oh, no. It’s alright. I wouldn't want to waste anyone's time if I'm not wanted." Bulma said, shooting another glare at Vegeta.
Vegeta growled and got up and looked the blue haired woman in the eye. "No, we shall go." It was obvious she didn't want to be here and he didn't want her to win. So he decided to go along with this. He pushed out his elbow for her to rest her hand on. Bulma sighed and rolled her eyes, but complied. I'm stuck now, I guess. She thought to herself. "I’ll deal with you later, Raditz." Vegeta growled shooting daggers at his companion, and off they went.
Bulma rested her hand in the crutch of the Prince's elbow as they left his companions in the VIP area. "Well, Woman? Where are we going?" he asked.
"There's VIP Private Rooms towards the back of the club." She replied pointing to a hallway to the right of the stage.
Vegeta lead her down the side of the club and into the hallway. He noticed the Blue haired-girl glancing at him through the corner of her eye. He opened the door and motioned for her to step through first. She raised a suspicious eyebrow. "What?" Vegeta huffed.
"Oh, nothing. Just surprised is all." She said looking away, embarrassed.
"Hmmn. Why is that?" he asked, closing the door and offering her his elbow again, which she accepted again.
"It's nothing. I was just under the impression you really had no interest in coming back here with me seeing as how you reacted earlier. And now you're acting like an actual gentleman." She said with a soft smile.
"Well don't get your hopes up. I don't have any interest in being here with you. I just couldn't turn down a challenge from my comrades or I'd never hear the end of it. And why be surprised? I am a Prince. Of course I know the rules of proper etiquette." Vegeta replied, sounding bored. "Woman, where are we going?" he asked irritably as they continued to walk down what felt like a never ending hallway filled with doors.
Bulma rolled her eyes. Figures. She sighed to herself. "The VIP rooms are just at the end. We're almost there. And my name is Bulma. Not Woman."
"Whatever, Woman. It's not like we'll be meeting ever again anyway so it doesn't matter to me what your name is."
Ugh. It’s going to be a very long night at this rate. Bulma groaned to herself. She had to admit, she was a little disappointed that he was acting like such a jerk. Although she kicked herself for hoping different. Of course he's pompous and arrogant! He was raised a Prince. Everyone is beneath him in his opinion. And stop forgetting, you're not home anymore and no longer first on the "best catch" list. You're nothing more than a slave at a club now. So what was she expecting? She thought sadly to herself. She just hoped he didn't have any high expectations of tonight's "activities". She'd put on a good show but nothing more. And she certainly wasn't going to fawn all over him all night. He's probably expecting that. Well isn't he in for a surprise! Bulma Briefs doesn't fawn all over anyone! At least he's cute though. She smirked to herself, giving him another quick glance out of the corner of her eye.
He wasn't very tall; around the same height as her. His hair stood straight up, giving the appearance that he was taller than he actually was. She noticed that his arm was quite muscular; deceivingly so. She could tell he was in good shape, but not overdone and bulky like her boyfriend back home, Yamcha, had been. This guy was more compact. Even the way he walked was unique. He was smooth and confident; He reminded her of a panther, if she really thought of it. He certainly is a sight to behold, she thought to herself. Too bad he's an ass!
"We're here," she said, pulling out a key from the inside of one of her gloves. She opened the door, switched on the lights and walked in. "Make yourself at home, your Highness." She said, walking in and heading towards the kitchen area for a drink. It looked like she was going to need it to get through tonight.
"Hmmn." He grunted, looking around the room. It was large and spacious. The walls were a light grey and the carpets a dark grey. There was a huge black couch along the left wall that went along the corner like a sectional. At the end of that wall, there was another room, which he assumed was a bedroom. Across from the couch there was a small black table and what looked like a small kitchen with a fridge and a wine bar. He walked into the other room and realized he was correct, it was indeed a bedroom with a huge King-sized bed covered in black satin sheets. He felt his neck and ears burn and hoped the Blue-haired Woman wouldn't notice. Moving on, he saw that the bedroom connected into a huge bathroom with a huge Jacuzzi hot tub. He was impressed. This wasn't bad at all. Now, what am I supposed to do? He asked himself, suddenly feeling very embarrassed and leaving the bedroom.
"Can I get you a drink, Prince Vegeta?" The Blue-haired girl asked, breaking his awkward train of thought. He turned and looked at her and noticed she was holding out a tall delicate glass of wine for him.
"Hmmn. That will be fine." He said, taking the glass from her.
"So, what do you think? I've never been in here either; it's nice." She said, looking around. She poked her head into the bedroom and felt her face grow warm as she saw the huge bed. She quickly moved on to the bathroom "Wow! Check out that Jacuzzi!" She exclaimed and then rushed out of the bedroom to meet the Prince in the living room area.
He was just standing in the middle of the room watching her with an unreadable expression on his face. Great! What am I supposed to do now? What does he want me to do? She silently wondered, taking a long sip from her glass. She was starting to get nervous now.
Vegeta smirked a little to himself as she walked out of the large bedroom looking slightly flustered. Is it possible she feels as uncomfortable as I do right now? She's blushing. That gave him great satisfaction. "So, Woman. What now?" He asked. He had no idea what to do either.
"I don't know. What would you like to do? I could dance for you. Or we could sit and talk a bit and then I could dance for you. Or maybe you'd like to hang out in the hot tub and relax a little?" Bulma blabbered, faster and faster as she went on suggesting different things. She was hoping he'd decide what he wanted to do. She had no idea how to entertain him; and was still very nervous and unsure of his expectations. She just hoped none of them included anything in that huge bed behind her. Oh god. She thought to herself at that last thought as she felt her cheeks going red again. She looked up at the Prince again and saw him smirking at her. What's he smirking about? She thought, feeling annoyed. "What? What's so funny?"
"You." He said, still smirking and enjoying the fact that she was obviously very uncomfortable. "You haven't done this sort of thing before, have you?" He asked taking a few steps closer to her. Somehow, the thought that he'd be her first "Private Customer" pleased him; though the odds weren't likely. She was far too beautiful to be kept up only on stage.
"Of course I have!" Bulma replied, not sure if she should be flattered or offended. "I've entertained tons of men!" She said, taking a step back.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "You mentioned that you've never been here before, though," he challenged, still walking closer to her.
"Well, that's because none of the other patrons were VIPs of your stature; that's why."
"Uh huh… So then why are you so flustered, Little Woman?" he asked, backing her into a wall and looking right into her blue eyes. Such unusual colored eyes. He thought to himself for the second time that evening. He thought he could lose himself in them if he wasn't careful. He searched her eyes; but something told him this was something she'd never done before and she was out of her element. He saw uncertainty, hesitation and just the slightest bit of fear in her eyes. Mixed with a few other emotions he couldn't quite put a name to.
"Because you're invading my personal space and being creepy?" She said, trying to come up with something better. She looked into his dark eyes. They were so intense; almost bottomless. She quickly lost her train of thought as she just looked back at him. She knew he was searching through her eyes and she felt extremely vulnerable. "Okay, fine," she sighed looking down at her feet. "I haven't done this before. I've only been here a little over two weeks. Okay? Does that make you feel better?" she asked, looking him in the eye again, feeling somewhat braver.
Vegeta stood there and analyzed her again. She was telling the truth. He didn't know how he knew, but he could just sense it. He smirked again "Alright then," he said, pushing away from her and walking towards the huge couch. "You need not fear me, Woman."
Bulma, knowing what he meant with that simple statement, slowly took a seat on the other end of the couch. "Thank you." She said with a shy smile.
"Don't thank me," Vegeta sneered. "I just don't see the honor in forcing myself and my attentions on a woman who isn't interested in me. I have more valuable things to do with my time. The only reason I came was to shut my colleagues up. If it were up to me, I'd be on my way back to my planet and training again."
"So, you don't want me to dance or do anything for you this evening?" Bulma asked, feeling somewhat hopeful. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe he would leave in the next five minutes and she could have the rest of the evening to herself! She hadn't had a break or any down time since she was taken from her home.
"Not particularly," Vegeta replied, finishing the rest of his glass. "I will, however, have another drink. My colleagues won't be ready to leave yet. I might as well let them have their fun and have some peace and quiet here in the meantime." He said, handing her his empty glass.
Relieved, Bulma took his glass and filled it again. If all I have to do is visit with this guy and keep his glass full all night, this should be easy. I can do that! Bulma thought with a smile, pouring herself some more wine as well.
She's do delicate. Vegeta thought to himself as he watched her move in the kitchen. She was beautiful. Now that she's relaxed. He smirked to himself.
"Here you go," she said, handing him back his glass. "So, what are you training for?"
"To become the strongest." Vegeta said, sipping his drink. "There is a legend among my people of the Legendary. When I was born, it was prophesized that I was the Legendary reborn. Since I was a boy, I've been trying to achieve it. But so far have been unable to."
"Oh. That must be disappointing," Bulma commented, not knowing what else to say. She had no idea what a Legendary was. "Is your Father a Legendary too?"
Vegeta looked at her like she was a moron "No, woman! No one has achieved Legendary status in over one thousand years!"
"Okay! Sorry! They never had anything like that on my planet. I've never heard of a Legendary before. Legendary what?"
"Super Saiyan." Bulma gave him a blank look and then nodded. "Are you serious, Woman? Have you never heard of the Legendary Super Saiyan before?"
"No, I haven't, as a matter of fact!" Bulma shot back, a little more harshly than intended. "And up until a few weeks ago, I didn't even know that there was life and other races in outer space, never mind knowing of Legendaries and Super Saiyans."
Vegeta smirked. She's even more attractive when she's annoyed. "I knew you weren't from around here," He said, changing the subject. "What Planet are you from anyway? It must be some back water place if you haven't heard of the Saiyans. Everyone in the galaxy knows who we are. We are revered and feared wherever we go."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "I was from a planet called Earth. But some aliens showed up and took many of us hostage and then destroyed it. Because of my appearance, I was considered one of the "fortunate" ones I guess and I was sent to an auction and ended up here. But my whole family is gone! Everything and everyone I knew, gone. They took my Dad somewhere but I don't know if he's alive or not." she exclaimed, trying to hold back tears. She hadn't talked about it to anyone since she was taken.
Vegeta nodded. He could sympathize to a degree. But at the same time, it sounded like a routine purging mission to him. Something he did all the time. He'd never heard of Earth before, though. "This Earth planet you're from. What sector was it in?"
"How should I know? I told you, no one knew of any other life outside our planet until these aliens showed up." Bulma said, trying to hold back tears and not get emotional.
"Hmmn. No wonder your planet no longer exists. What kind of stupid race wouldn't know about the rest of the galaxy? And they must have been weak. They couldn't defend themselves?" Vegeta commented, more thinking out loud than trying to offend the Blue-haired girl sitting a few feet from him.
"Hey! We weren't stupid! And yes, they tried to defend themselves, but were over powered by these other aliens with laser weapons and other methods we've never seen before. We just didn't have the time to prepare," Bulma said angrily. "If we had known and had time to prepare, I'm sure my dad and I could have found a way to beat them."
"Oh and is that so! And why would you think that, Little One?" Vegeta said with a laugh.
"Both my father and I were highly respected scientific geniuses on our planet. We specialized in transportation and weaponry and dabbled with pretty much everything in between from household appliances to homes." Bulma said proudly. "We were the richest and the smartest people on the planet by far."
"And if you were so smart then how did you not come to know about life outside your planet?" Vegeta asked, tipping his head to the side.
"I don't know." Bulma said, looking into her glass. "No one knew. My father was working on a spacecraft before this all happened. So I guess we were bound to find out at some point."
"Hmmn. And you say these aliens who destroyed your planet took your father with them?"
Bulma nodded. "I don't know why they didn't take me as well. I was just as much a valuable asset to them as he was. Half of the inventions we made, either I thought them up or finished what he started and wasn't sure how to finish. We were a team."
"What did they look like?"
"They were like white lizards." Bulma said, still trying not to get emotional.
"Ahh, yes. The Ice-jin." Vegeta stated while nodding. "No wonder your planet got destroyed. Other than us, no one stands a chance against them."
"You know of these guys?" Bulma asked, sitting forward.
"Of course I do!" Vegeta said bitterly. "They're part of the reason why I need to reach Legendary status."
"Did they do something to your planet as well?"
"Yes. Because of our great strength, instead of destroying our planet, they enslaved it. My father allowed it." Vegeta growled.
"Oh my. That's terrible," Bulma said, shaking her head. "At least they didn't wipe you all out." She said with a shrug.
"You know nothing, Woman!" Vegeta snapped, glaring at her. He stood up and downed the rest of his wine and started towards the door.
"Hey, wait! I'm sorry!" Bulma cried, quickly putting down her glass and heading towards the door to stop Vegeta from leaving. "I'm sorry! You're right. I don't know anything. Everything I know has just been turned upside down. I can’t even begin to understand-"
"No, you can’t." Vegeta cut her off. He was ready to leave. He wanted to go home, see his father and resume his training. Bulma put her hand on his forearm. He turned to look at her. He should leave. He looked in her eyes and could see her silently pleading with him to stay. I really should go. He thought to himself; but he couldn't bring himself to leave just yet. Why? He asked himself.
He sighed. "Alright. I'll stay a bit longer." He agreed, not fully knowing why. He headed back to the couch and took a seat. "Why do you care, anyway?" He asked.
"I don't know," Bulma shrugged, going back into the kitchen and bringing back the wine bottle. "I guess I enjoy your surly demeanor. And if you leave, then I have nothing else to do for the rest of the evening. I don't have any friends here either."
"Hmmn. Well, I'm hardly your friend," Vegeta said, taking another glass of wine. "Saiyans have no friends; Comrades, maybe. But not friends."
Bulma nodded at him. She wasn't sure why, but she was glad he'd decided to stay.
Vegeta watched her as she quietly sipped her wine. What was it about her? Sure, she was gorgeous, but he met beautiful women day to day and he didn't give them the time of day. He wasn't actually enjoying her company, was he? Nonsense! I just don't feel like going back out there with those imbeciles and loud music. That's all. He told himself.
"Well, what should we do now?" Bulma asked. She wasn't sure what to talk about. She wanted to know more about him and his planet, but didn't want to upset him again. She didn't want him to leave just yet.
"How should I know?" He asked, looking at her. "I've never done this before, either."
"Wait, you mean to tell me that you've never done this either?" Bulma asked, holding back a laugh.
"No. I do not make a habit of visiting places like these. Why is that so surprising?" He asked, also, not sure if he should be flattered or offended.
"Just because," Bulma shrugged. "I don't know. On my planet, a guy that looks like you and had your status would be a real player, that's all."
"What's a player?" he asked, not sure if he wanted to know.
"I guess it's a guy that plays girls. You know. A guy who goes out with lots of women but never commits to a single one. I don't know. Usually they hang out in places like this; I guess would be the best way to describe it. I'm sorry for misjudging you." Bulma said with a shrug. "I guess also, being a Prince and all. I thought you would be too. I mean, you'd have the pick of any girl you'd want. I bet they throw themselves all over you."
Vegeta smirked. "Well, I'm no player. I can assure you of that. I have more important things to worry about than chase women. I'd say Raditz, one of my comrades that I brought with me, fits that description better than I do."
Bulma grinned. "So, you don't have a girlfriend then?" she snickered.
"A what?" Vegeta asked, scowling.
"A girlfriend! You know, a significant lady friend that you only shower affection on and no one else?"
Vegeta snorted, "I don't have the time for anything so foolish. There is, however, a troublesome wench my father has been pushing at me. He's been expecting me to choose her as a mate a year from now."
Bulma giggled, "Ohh, like an arranged marriage sort of thing?"
"Something like that," Vegeta grumbled. "I'll be damned if I'll be taking her as a mate though."
"Uh ohh, you don't like her?" Bulma asked innocently. This is getting interesting! She thought to herself.
"There's nothing to like! She's needy. Only interested in being future queen and advancing her family's wealth and position. She's not to be trusted. How can one have a mate you cannot trust?"
"And your father likes her?"
"Apparently. I don't know how she's managed to bewitch him, but she won't be my mate. That's a given," Vegeta growled. "I'd rather have no mate then end up bound to her the rest of my life."
"That would be hard. Can you not choose her?" Bulma asked, not sure why she really wanted to hear that he didn't have to marry this girl he didn't have any use for.
"I don't have to. But it will make life with my father extremely difficult for me. Not to mention that this girl has rallied many of the advisors and elders on her side as well. Her father is a political figure and expecting this union."
"I hate politics," Bulma sighed.
"Well, so do I, but it's not something I can escape. I'll find a way around this. And if I don't, then when I finally achieve legendary status, I will blast them all into oblivion. Then we'll see how much everyone has to say." He said with a smirk. "Woman, you still haven't told me what we are going to do."
Bulma put her head back and sighed. "That's because I don't know." When she looked back up, she was trapped in his intense gaze yet again, unable to break eye contact.
Vegeta stared at her for a long moment. "Well, what would you do on your planet, Woman?" he asked. "Surprise me."
“Oh, no. It’s alright. I wouldn't want to waste anyone's time if I'm not wanted." Bulma said, shooting another glare at Vegeta.
Vegeta growled and got up and looked the blue haired woman in the eye. "No, we shall go." It was obvious she didn't want to be here and he didn't want her to win. So he decided to go along with this. He pushed out his elbow for her to rest her hand on. Bulma sighed and rolled her eyes, but complied. I'm stuck now, I guess. She thought to herself. "I’ll deal with you later, Raditz." Vegeta growled shooting daggers at his companion, and off they went.
Bulma rested her hand in the crutch of the Prince's elbow as they left his companions in the VIP area. "Well, Woman? Where are we going?" he asked.
"There's VIP Private Rooms towards the back of the club." She replied pointing to a hallway to the right of the stage.
Vegeta lead her down the side of the club and into the hallway. He noticed the Blue haired-girl glancing at him through the corner of her eye. He opened the door and motioned for her to step through first. She raised a suspicious eyebrow. "What?" Vegeta huffed.
"Oh, nothing. Just surprised is all." She said looking away, embarrassed.
"Hmmn. Why is that?" he asked, closing the door and offering her his elbow again, which she accepted again.
"It's nothing. I was just under the impression you really had no interest in coming back here with me seeing as how you reacted earlier. And now you're acting like an actual gentleman." She said with a soft smile.
"Well don't get your hopes up. I don't have any interest in being here with you. I just couldn't turn down a challenge from my comrades or I'd never hear the end of it. And why be surprised? I am a Prince. Of course I know the rules of proper etiquette." Vegeta replied, sounding bored. "Woman, where are we going?" he asked irritably as they continued to walk down what felt like a never ending hallway filled with doors.
Bulma rolled her eyes. Figures. She sighed to herself. "The VIP rooms are just at the end. We're almost there. And my name is Bulma. Not Woman."
"Whatever, Woman. It's not like we'll be meeting ever again anyway so it doesn't matter to me what your name is."
Ugh. It’s going to be a very long night at this rate. Bulma groaned to herself. She had to admit, she was a little disappointed that he was acting like such a jerk. Although she kicked herself for hoping different. Of course he's pompous and arrogant! He was raised a Prince. Everyone is beneath him in his opinion. And stop forgetting, you're not home anymore and no longer first on the "best catch" list. You're nothing more than a slave at a club now. So what was she expecting? She thought sadly to herself. She just hoped he didn't have any high expectations of tonight's "activities". She'd put on a good show but nothing more. And she certainly wasn't going to fawn all over him all night. He's probably expecting that. Well isn't he in for a surprise! Bulma Briefs doesn't fawn all over anyone! At least he's cute though. She smirked to herself, giving him another quick glance out of the corner of her eye.
He wasn't very tall; around the same height as her. His hair stood straight up, giving the appearance that he was taller than he actually was. She noticed that his arm was quite muscular; deceivingly so. She could tell he was in good shape, but not overdone and bulky like her boyfriend back home, Yamcha, had been. This guy was more compact. Even the way he walked was unique. He was smooth and confident; He reminded her of a panther, if she really thought of it. He certainly is a sight to behold, she thought to herself. Too bad he's an ass!
"We're here," she said, pulling out a key from the inside of one of her gloves. She opened the door, switched on the lights and walked in. "Make yourself at home, your Highness." She said, walking in and heading towards the kitchen area for a drink. It looked like she was going to need it to get through tonight.
"Hmmn." He grunted, looking around the room. It was large and spacious. The walls were a light grey and the carpets a dark grey. There was a huge black couch along the left wall that went along the corner like a sectional. At the end of that wall, there was another room, which he assumed was a bedroom. Across from the couch there was a small black table and what looked like a small kitchen with a fridge and a wine bar. He walked into the other room and realized he was correct, it was indeed a bedroom with a huge King-sized bed covered in black satin sheets. He felt his neck and ears burn and hoped the Blue-haired Woman wouldn't notice. Moving on, he saw that the bedroom connected into a huge bathroom with a huge Jacuzzi hot tub. He was impressed. This wasn't bad at all. Now, what am I supposed to do? He asked himself, suddenly feeling very embarrassed and leaving the bedroom.
"Can I get you a drink, Prince Vegeta?" The Blue-haired girl asked, breaking his awkward train of thought. He turned and looked at her and noticed she was holding out a tall delicate glass of wine for him.
"Hmmn. That will be fine." He said, taking the glass from her.
"So, what do you think? I've never been in here either; it's nice." She said, looking around. She poked her head into the bedroom and felt her face grow warm as she saw the huge bed. She quickly moved on to the bathroom "Wow! Check out that Jacuzzi!" She exclaimed and then rushed out of the bedroom to meet the Prince in the living room area.
He was just standing in the middle of the room watching her with an unreadable expression on his face. Great! What am I supposed to do now? What does he want me to do? She silently wondered, taking a long sip from her glass. She was starting to get nervous now.
Vegeta smirked a little to himself as she walked out of the large bedroom looking slightly flustered. Is it possible she feels as uncomfortable as I do right now? She's blushing. That gave him great satisfaction. "So, Woman. What now?" He asked. He had no idea what to do either.
"I don't know. What would you like to do? I could dance for you. Or we could sit and talk a bit and then I could dance for you. Or maybe you'd like to hang out in the hot tub and relax a little?" Bulma blabbered, faster and faster as she went on suggesting different things. She was hoping he'd decide what he wanted to do. She had no idea how to entertain him; and was still very nervous and unsure of his expectations. She just hoped none of them included anything in that huge bed behind her. Oh god. She thought to herself at that last thought as she felt her cheeks going red again. She looked up at the Prince again and saw him smirking at her. What's he smirking about? She thought, feeling annoyed. "What? What's so funny?"
"You." He said, still smirking and enjoying the fact that she was obviously very uncomfortable. "You haven't done this sort of thing before, have you?" He asked taking a few steps closer to her. Somehow, the thought that he'd be her first "Private Customer" pleased him; though the odds weren't likely. She was far too beautiful to be kept up only on stage.
"Of course I have!" Bulma replied, not sure if she should be flattered or offended. "I've entertained tons of men!" She said, taking a step back.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "You mentioned that you've never been here before, though," he challenged, still walking closer to her.
"Well, that's because none of the other patrons were VIPs of your stature; that's why."
"Uh huh… So then why are you so flustered, Little Woman?" he asked, backing her into a wall and looking right into her blue eyes. Such unusual colored eyes. He thought to himself for the second time that evening. He thought he could lose himself in them if he wasn't careful. He searched her eyes; but something told him this was something she'd never done before and she was out of her element. He saw uncertainty, hesitation and just the slightest bit of fear in her eyes. Mixed with a few other emotions he couldn't quite put a name to.
"Because you're invading my personal space and being creepy?" She said, trying to come up with something better. She looked into his dark eyes. They were so intense; almost bottomless. She quickly lost her train of thought as she just looked back at him. She knew he was searching through her eyes and she felt extremely vulnerable. "Okay, fine," she sighed looking down at her feet. "I haven't done this before. I've only been here a little over two weeks. Okay? Does that make you feel better?" she asked, looking him in the eye again, feeling somewhat braver.
Vegeta stood there and analyzed her again. She was telling the truth. He didn't know how he knew, but he could just sense it. He smirked again "Alright then," he said, pushing away from her and walking towards the huge couch. "You need not fear me, Woman."
Bulma, knowing what he meant with that simple statement, slowly took a seat on the other end of the couch. "Thank you." She said with a shy smile.
"Don't thank me," Vegeta sneered. "I just don't see the honor in forcing myself and my attentions on a woman who isn't interested in me. I have more valuable things to do with my time. The only reason I came was to shut my colleagues up. If it were up to me, I'd be on my way back to my planet and training again."
"So, you don't want me to dance or do anything for you this evening?" Bulma asked, feeling somewhat hopeful. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe he would leave in the next five minutes and she could have the rest of the evening to herself! She hadn't had a break or any down time since she was taken from her home.
"Not particularly," Vegeta replied, finishing the rest of his glass. "I will, however, have another drink. My colleagues won't be ready to leave yet. I might as well let them have their fun and have some peace and quiet here in the meantime." He said, handing her his empty glass.
Relieved, Bulma took his glass and filled it again. If all I have to do is visit with this guy and keep his glass full all night, this should be easy. I can do that! Bulma thought with a smile, pouring herself some more wine as well.
She's do delicate. Vegeta thought to himself as he watched her move in the kitchen. She was beautiful. Now that she's relaxed. He smirked to himself.
"Here you go," she said, handing him back his glass. "So, what are you training for?"
"To become the strongest." Vegeta said, sipping his drink. "There is a legend among my people of the Legendary. When I was born, it was prophesized that I was the Legendary reborn. Since I was a boy, I've been trying to achieve it. But so far have been unable to."
"Oh. That must be disappointing," Bulma commented, not knowing what else to say. She had no idea what a Legendary was. "Is your Father a Legendary too?"
Vegeta looked at her like she was a moron "No, woman! No one has achieved Legendary status in over one thousand years!"
"Okay! Sorry! They never had anything like that on my planet. I've never heard of a Legendary before. Legendary what?"
"Super Saiyan." Bulma gave him a blank look and then nodded. "Are you serious, Woman? Have you never heard of the Legendary Super Saiyan before?"
"No, I haven't, as a matter of fact!" Bulma shot back, a little more harshly than intended. "And up until a few weeks ago, I didn't even know that there was life and other races in outer space, never mind knowing of Legendaries and Super Saiyans."
Vegeta smirked. She's even more attractive when she's annoyed. "I knew you weren't from around here," He said, changing the subject. "What Planet are you from anyway? It must be some back water place if you haven't heard of the Saiyans. Everyone in the galaxy knows who we are. We are revered and feared wherever we go."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "I was from a planet called Earth. But some aliens showed up and took many of us hostage and then destroyed it. Because of my appearance, I was considered one of the "fortunate" ones I guess and I was sent to an auction and ended up here. But my whole family is gone! Everything and everyone I knew, gone. They took my Dad somewhere but I don't know if he's alive or not." she exclaimed, trying to hold back tears. She hadn't talked about it to anyone since she was taken.
Vegeta nodded. He could sympathize to a degree. But at the same time, it sounded like a routine purging mission to him. Something he did all the time. He'd never heard of Earth before, though. "This Earth planet you're from. What sector was it in?"
"How should I know? I told you, no one knew of any other life outside our planet until these aliens showed up." Bulma said, trying to hold back tears and not get emotional.
"Hmmn. No wonder your planet no longer exists. What kind of stupid race wouldn't know about the rest of the galaxy? And they must have been weak. They couldn't defend themselves?" Vegeta commented, more thinking out loud than trying to offend the Blue-haired girl sitting a few feet from him.
"Hey! We weren't stupid! And yes, they tried to defend themselves, but were over powered by these other aliens with laser weapons and other methods we've never seen before. We just didn't have the time to prepare," Bulma said angrily. "If we had known and had time to prepare, I'm sure my dad and I could have found a way to beat them."
"Oh and is that so! And why would you think that, Little One?" Vegeta said with a laugh.
"Both my father and I were highly respected scientific geniuses on our planet. We specialized in transportation and weaponry and dabbled with pretty much everything in between from household appliances to homes." Bulma said proudly. "We were the richest and the smartest people on the planet by far."
"And if you were so smart then how did you not come to know about life outside your planet?" Vegeta asked, tipping his head to the side.
"I don't know." Bulma said, looking into her glass. "No one knew. My father was working on a spacecraft before this all happened. So I guess we were bound to find out at some point."
"Hmmn. And you say these aliens who destroyed your planet took your father with them?"
Bulma nodded. "I don't know why they didn't take me as well. I was just as much a valuable asset to them as he was. Half of the inventions we made, either I thought them up or finished what he started and wasn't sure how to finish. We were a team."
"What did they look like?"
"They were like white lizards." Bulma said, still trying not to get emotional.
"Ahh, yes. The Ice-jin." Vegeta stated while nodding. "No wonder your planet got destroyed. Other than us, no one stands a chance against them."
"You know of these guys?" Bulma asked, sitting forward.
"Of course I do!" Vegeta said bitterly. "They're part of the reason why I need to reach Legendary status."
"Did they do something to your planet as well?"
"Yes. Because of our great strength, instead of destroying our planet, they enslaved it. My father allowed it." Vegeta growled.
"Oh my. That's terrible," Bulma said, shaking her head. "At least they didn't wipe you all out." She said with a shrug.
"You know nothing, Woman!" Vegeta snapped, glaring at her. He stood up and downed the rest of his wine and started towards the door.
"Hey, wait! I'm sorry!" Bulma cried, quickly putting down her glass and heading towards the door to stop Vegeta from leaving. "I'm sorry! You're right. I don't know anything. Everything I know has just been turned upside down. I can’t even begin to understand-"
"No, you can’t." Vegeta cut her off. He was ready to leave. He wanted to go home, see his father and resume his training. Bulma put her hand on his forearm. He turned to look at her. He should leave. He looked in her eyes and could see her silently pleading with him to stay. I really should go. He thought to himself; but he couldn't bring himself to leave just yet. Why? He asked himself.
He sighed. "Alright. I'll stay a bit longer." He agreed, not fully knowing why. He headed back to the couch and took a seat. "Why do you care, anyway?" He asked.
"I don't know," Bulma shrugged, going back into the kitchen and bringing back the wine bottle. "I guess I enjoy your surly demeanor. And if you leave, then I have nothing else to do for the rest of the evening. I don't have any friends here either."
"Hmmn. Well, I'm hardly your friend," Vegeta said, taking another glass of wine. "Saiyans have no friends; Comrades, maybe. But not friends."
Bulma nodded at him. She wasn't sure why, but she was glad he'd decided to stay.
Vegeta watched her as she quietly sipped her wine. What was it about her? Sure, she was gorgeous, but he met beautiful women day to day and he didn't give them the time of day. He wasn't actually enjoying her company, was he? Nonsense! I just don't feel like going back out there with those imbeciles and loud music. That's all. He told himself.
"Well, what should we do now?" Bulma asked. She wasn't sure what to talk about. She wanted to know more about him and his planet, but didn't want to upset him again. She didn't want him to leave just yet.
"How should I know?" He asked, looking at her. "I've never done this before, either."
"Wait, you mean to tell me that you've never done this either?" Bulma asked, holding back a laugh.
"No. I do not make a habit of visiting places like these. Why is that so surprising?" He asked, also, not sure if he should be flattered or offended.
"Just because," Bulma shrugged. "I don't know. On my planet, a guy that looks like you and had your status would be a real player, that's all."
"What's a player?" he asked, not sure if he wanted to know.
"I guess it's a guy that plays girls. You know. A guy who goes out with lots of women but never commits to a single one. I don't know. Usually they hang out in places like this; I guess would be the best way to describe it. I'm sorry for misjudging you." Bulma said with a shrug. "I guess also, being a Prince and all. I thought you would be too. I mean, you'd have the pick of any girl you'd want. I bet they throw themselves all over you."
Vegeta smirked. "Well, I'm no player. I can assure you of that. I have more important things to worry about than chase women. I'd say Raditz, one of my comrades that I brought with me, fits that description better than I do."
Bulma grinned. "So, you don't have a girlfriend then?" she snickered.
"A what?" Vegeta asked, scowling.
"A girlfriend! You know, a significant lady friend that you only shower affection on and no one else?"
Vegeta snorted, "I don't have the time for anything so foolish. There is, however, a troublesome wench my father has been pushing at me. He's been expecting me to choose her as a mate a year from now."
Bulma giggled, "Ohh, like an arranged marriage sort of thing?"
"Something like that," Vegeta grumbled. "I'll be damned if I'll be taking her as a mate though."
"Uh ohh, you don't like her?" Bulma asked innocently. This is getting interesting! She thought to herself.
"There's nothing to like! She's needy. Only interested in being future queen and advancing her family's wealth and position. She's not to be trusted. How can one have a mate you cannot trust?"
"And your father likes her?"
"Apparently. I don't know how she's managed to bewitch him, but she won't be my mate. That's a given," Vegeta growled. "I'd rather have no mate then end up bound to her the rest of my life."
"That would be hard. Can you not choose her?" Bulma asked, not sure why she really wanted to hear that he didn't have to marry this girl he didn't have any use for.
"I don't have to. But it will make life with my father extremely difficult for me. Not to mention that this girl has rallied many of the advisors and elders on her side as well. Her father is a political figure and expecting this union."
"I hate politics," Bulma sighed.
"Well, so do I, but it's not something I can escape. I'll find a way around this. And if I don't, then when I finally achieve legendary status, I will blast them all into oblivion. Then we'll see how much everyone has to say." He said with a smirk. "Woman, you still haven't told me what we are going to do."
Bulma put her head back and sighed. "That's because I don't know." When she looked back up, she was trapped in his intense gaze yet again, unable to break eye contact.
Vegeta stared at her for a long moment. "Well, what would you do on your planet, Woman?" he asked. "Surprise me."