Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Gift ❯ Destruction in your eyes ( Chapter 2 )

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A/N: Hi all, as you know I am rewriting this story. I’m delving a bit more into Vegeta and Bulma’s thoughts and strange relationship, also more into Vegeta and his hatred for his father.
Enjoy!


Bulma reached in and washed the bathtub. How could a man loose so much hair? Black hair everywhere! It even got into her food. She had been in this hellhole for over two weeks now. Suffering a massive blow to the head she had temporarily lost her memories. She had no idea where she was, who she was or how she ended up washing this bathroom full of malted black prince hair.

She sighed and pushed her blue hair behind her ears. The Prince as he asked her to refer to him as had not said much to him. He was usually out on missions, training or eating. From what she could tell he had no friends or family, not even a girlfriend. Although she couldn’t imagine any sane woman being with him out of her own freewill. He didn’t say much, but when he did he was quite pompous, rude and arrogant. He had a huge chip on his shoulder.

Bulma spent most of her days cleaning up after the prince, he had told her she would keep the small living quarters tidy, cook him meals when he asked her and keep out of his way or she would be sent to the dining hall kitchen where she would share a tiny room with eight other slaves. As much as Prince Vegeta was a jerk, she didn’t mind it here. As far as captors went, he wasn’t so bad.

Bulma whipped her forehead and sat on the edge of the bath. She had been thinking a lot about who she was. Tiny snippets of memories were filtering through, but as she went to grab them from her unconscious they sometimes slipped back away. Frustrated with trying to remember she usually just tried to let them flow back freely. Prince Vegeta never pushed conversation to who she was. Although the physician had told him she would suffer some memory loss, he seemed to care about as much as some small stain on the bottom of his boot.

He took no interest in her what so ever. Which was fine by Bulma, she just wished he would at least give her some answers. Like why was she beat so badly? Where did she come from?


Vegeta awoke as a load bang arrived at his door. The pounding only continued as he grumbled something about being awoken at an ungodly hour. He reached the door with only underwear on, rubbing his half open eyes he reached for the handle. The second he opened it he knew what this ungodly knock of the door was about.

His father.


She awoke at a thunder on the door. Jumping up in her bed she heard the prince get up and grumbled. Nothing unusual there, he wasn’t exactly the most happy being alive. Especially if he was woken up. Bulma heard the mumbling of a conversation but couldn't work out any words, or what the conversation was about. Maybe it was a new mission. Maybe it was something else. She lay her head back down on the pillow and got comfortably. Her room was reasonably big, at least for slave quarters. She had a few different changes of clothes, all were plain and not very form fitting. Not like the Princes battle suit. That left nothing to the imagination. She was quite thankful she didn’t have to wear something so tight.

She heard the door close again and Vegeta started toward her room. She suddenly panicked. Who was it at the door and why was he walking in her direction! What could it have to do with her? He swung her door open, no knock or warning. She could have been naked. Although he knew she didn’t sleep naked.

"I'm leaving immediately! Pack my stuff while I get ready" He said then walked away leaving her door wide open.

"Oh...ok" She mumbled.

Still somewhat asleep she got out of bed and put slippers on her feet. A small comfort the Prince allowed her.

She got up and wrapped a big coat around her; it was always freezing on this planet.  She proceeded to the main bedroom where Vegeta had already started to shower in the en suite. She was getting use to him now, he was short and blunt in conversation. But she supposed it was better that way. She heard the water spatting and running over his body as she shoved uniforms and gear into a bag for him.

She stopped and wondered where he was going that was so urgent. Even on missions he usually got warning. And did this mean he was leaving her behind? She enjoyed the time alone when he was away on missions, which was regularly. But this seemed out of the ordinary. She may not remember anything about herself but she seemed to be a quick thinker and not much got passed her sharp mind. She was intelligent that was for sure.

Hopefully this was longer than the three day missions he was working recently. Vegeta emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped around his body. Droplets were still beading off his body as he looked over to her. She grabbed a battle suit and walked it over to him. She tried not to stare at him. He did have a very attractive body, his muscles were so well formed. Plus he always smelt delicious. It wasn’t hard to see he was a handsome man. He wouldn’t have a hard time attracting someone. Bulma guessed his amazing personality probably won out though and kept most away. Just what he was aiming for she guessed.

They got the rest of his belongings together and Vegeta headed for the front door.

"Don't step out of this room unless you have to, do you understand? There should be enough tokens here for you to order your meals to be delivered" He warned.

Why didn’t he want her leaving? Did he think she would run, surely he knew she wouldn’t get far. She would be recaptured or worse.

"Of course sire…" She had come to learn to call him.

"I will be a few weeks, if anyone asks I've told you nothing" Vegeta informed her.

"Right…" She nodded as they finally moved to leave.

"One more thing” Vegeta said walking up to her.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her so her small frame hit his chest. She gasped and looked down. Bulma didn’t want to look up at him. She could feel his intense stare penetrating her. She felt the rise and fall of his chest, and god! He smelt good.

Vegeta could feel her body start to shake a little, she was a small female. Weak. He grabbed her chin with his hand and forced her to look up at him. She was blushing madly. Vegeta raised his eyebrow. She continued to look into his eyes, she looked so confused.

Vegeta could feel her body moving in closer to him as her cheeks burnt under his touch.

Satisfied with his experiment he let go of her and slightly pushed her away. Bulma was in a complete state of confusion as he left the room with his bags packed. Closing the door behind him without any further eye contact.

Bulma reached up and felt her chin where the Prince had been holding her. What was that all about?


Vegeta strolled down the hall toward Nappa’s living quarters. He had grabbed the slave girl, and her reaction was not at all what he expected.

He had guessed for the past few weeks that she was a spy. Spying on what exactly he didn’t know. Maybe she was sent to kill him in his sleep? Nonsense, he was too quick witted for that and Frieza knew it. What was this ‘gift’?

She had reacted to his touch like most women he encountered did. He knew he was attractive to females.  He didn’t care much for intimate contact. At times it was a nice way to let off steam after a match or a long trip away. But he mostly kept to himself.

The girl had lent into him ,her cheeks flushed. Was she attracted to him? The physician did say she had memory loss. She must not remember being kidnapped and made to be his slave buy submission. No, whoever she was before was still buried deep in her mind. Vegeta had tried to work out what race she was, the physician had no answers. Of course he may know but was withholding the information on Frieza’s orders.

Who was she?

Come to think of it, he didn’t even know her name. Did she know her own name?

Vegeta sighed as he reached Nappa’s living quarters.

No use thinking about it now. He had more pressing matters at hand, what exactly did his father want?


Vegeta arrived on Vegeta-sei after their lengthy four day travel through space. He had left without notifying anyone. He had managed to convince the guards on duty at the launching pad that he was on a secret mission for Frieza. That story wouldn’t hold up long. Frieza would find out where he went, it would mean trouble. But Vegeta had un finished business here on Vegeta-sei and he was determine to know why. Why he was sold to that monster as a slave!

Nappa was excited to be going home. Vegeta, well he was apprehensive. Why had his father risked Vegeta’s life by summoning him here? Not once had his own father treated him as a board piece on a game but twice now. Was his father so ruthless he cared not of the safety of his son? Or was it something else?

Vegeta rushed to meet his father. five years had passed, would he now get the answer he so desperately craved. He hated admitting he was desperate. But he could deny it to him, he was. He was a desperate Prince. One day that would all change when he killed his father and retook the throne.

Ungrateful swine.


Bulma laid out the clothes she had just washed. She would now have to steam them and put them away. Vegeta’s were all very similar, only changing in colour. After this was done she would have the afternoon to herself. Vegeta had begun to teach her the native language as well as his own Saiyan language so she could complete his paperwork. She picked up the languages so quickly that it even slightly impressed the Prince.  She would sit back and read this afternoon, there was no other work for her to complete considering Vegeta had been gone for four days now.

Vegeta had been a very solitary man, he didn’t say much other than order her around. She sometimes noticed him deep in thought. When he ate, while he checked over the paperwork. There was something in his eyes that she just found simply fascinating. He was a deep person she could tell, so many layers to him. He was completely encased inside his own little world. He didn’t let anyone in. Even that Nappa guy seemed to not know Vegeta all that closely. There was a fire place inside the living quarters. It had been on full ball since she could remember due to the shivering cold nights. As Vegeta gazed into the destructive flames his eyes reflected the image and it looked as his eyes were burning as he contemplated something. She wondered if Vegeta was a prisoner here too, there were no other Saiyans here other than Nappa. Was he taken from his home world too?

She thought back to his departure and the way he had grabbed her. He was surprised to see her reaction, she could tell. Even though she was afraid of the Prince she had to admit she was warming up to him. She was starting to understand his mannerisms and what they meant. The way the Prince acted around her she could tell she hadn’t been his slave for long. He still felt uncomfortable around her. Which is why it shocked her when he had pulled her body up against his. His body was so tight and hard, his big arms surrounding her. She felt her face grow hot again.

Wow, was she turned on?

Bulma had to admit, he did smell so good to her. She just didn’t know what it was. Laying down on his bed she snuggled into the covers. She hadn’t changed his bed yet, maybe she should in case he came back?

No, she would leave it like this for a little while longer.

She turned her head to the side and nuzzled the pillow. How nice it was to relax while he was gone. She found herself slightly inhaling the scent of Vegeta from this bed. He was a handsome guy, cold and distant. But attractive none the less! And his smell was just, addictive! As she lay there in the aroma of the prince a thought suddenly came to her mind.

Bulma! That’s my name, Bulma.

She sat straight up and got up off his bed. Her memory was coming back to her. How strange, it just seeped into her mind like a small droplet. Was it because she had been so relaxed laying on his bed? Was that the key, relaxing? Being comfortable and carefree like she was in that exact moment.

She smiled at the thought of her being able to regain her former self. Maybe she could finally figure out how she had gotten here. Did Vegeta bring her here? How come she had been so badly beaten? She had a feeling something was wadding just under the surface, a huge secret that was about to explode into her life.


A/N: So that is chapter two done, what are your thoughts? Don’t read through the reviews to find out what the ‘gift’ is from Frieza, find out the fun way ;)