Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sacrificing Love ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, nor any of its characters. But if I had a set of dragonballs, maybe it could happen. Oh, who am I kidding? I'd wish for Vegeta!

Author's Note:

Sacrificing Love

Chapter Three:

Vegeta watched out of the cockpit's window as the ship prepared to land. His people would probably be waiting for him when he exited his ship. He had been gone for three years now, enduring some of the toughest training programs in the universe. He knew Vegeta-sei was hoping that he would be at the point where he could liberate them from Frieza's grasps. Vegeta hadn't, but he knew that he was very near to becoming the legendary very soon.

Kakarrot glanced over at Vegeta and studied his face. He knew that the prince was dissappointed that he couldn't save his people yet. But Kakarrot was loyal to him, and he knew that one day Vegeta would free them from the evil bastard. So what if now wasn't that time? They would be free soon enough. He sunk down in his chair and waited for the ship to touch the port's runway. It did, but violently. Kakarrot was almost thrown through the windshield, if it hadn't been for his seatbelt. The ship finally came to a hault.

"Prince Vegeta, we've landed."

"Landed? I thought you were trying to kill us." Vegeta said as he ripped off his seatbelt. "Kakarrot could done a better job, and he doesn't even know how to fly a ship." Vegeta and his guards then exited the spacecraft and headed towards the palace. Vegeta knew that the palace was holding a celebration of his arrival. Vegeta hated social events. He wasn't very much of a social person, but he also knew his father was expecting his cooperation in this. Dreading every step he took towards the dining hall, he entered his home.

The hall was decorated in Vegeta-sei's colors: green and gold. It seemed like the whole planet had come to greet him. All of the tables were full and his father was seated behind the royal table. King Vegeta, as well as everyone else in the room, rose at the sight of his son.

"The prince has arrived."

Vegeta made his way to his father and sat down in the chair next to him. Everyone sat back down. Vegeta leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "I suppose you all are wondering if I've reached Super-Saiyan yet."

King Vegeta chuckled as he sipped wine from his goblet. "Have you yet?"

Vegeta hestitated before uncrossing his arms and looking down. "No, not quite."

King Vegeta returned his glass to the table. "I expect you then to train harder now. The sooner, the better. I hope you realize, son, that we have less and less time now. It's depleting by the second. We cannot afford to lose time waiting and wishing."

"Don't you think I already know this!?!" Vegeta rose his voice, not caring about who he was speaking to. "I have enough people already going on and on with their meaningless banter."

"Meaningless? You consider freeing the entire Saiyan race meaningless?" King Vegeta glared at his son. "The definition of a king is to save his people when it is needed. If you think for one minute that fighting Frieza is meaningless, then I will do everything in my power to make sure that you do not take Vegeta-sei's throne."

Vegeta sulked in his chair. He knew he had to do this, whether he wanted or not. It just made him furious that everyone seemed to think that it was in their position to tell him what he needed to do. Vegeta snickered. As if he didn't know. He knew he wanted this, but what he didn't want was to go through this alone. He needed someone that could have an inkling of what he was going through. But Vegeta never allowed anyone to get that close to him, so it was probably impossible. Why did his life have to be so complicated?

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Bulma watched Chi Chi pile a mountain of food on a tray. How was she supposed to carry something as heavy as that across an entire room? She glaced at Chi Chi. She was truly a fascinating woman. Of all of these Saiyans, she was defintely the best. Already, Bulma was learning so much about her. She had a mate by the name of Kakarrot, who left to help the Saiyan prince in his training programs. Mate…she supposed that meant her husband. When Bulma asked Chi Chi what he was like, Chi Chi had only replied, kind and strong. It kind of reminded Bulma of Ya-She shook her head. She told herself that she wouldn't think of him. Not now, not ever.

"Okay, Bulma. You can take this now to the royal table. You do know where it is?"

Bulma nodded. "You mean the huge table made of gold and emerald?" She smoothed out her serving gown and grabbed the tray. "I got it." Bulma headed out of the kitchen.

She made her way across the hall towards the royal table. She was surprised that she didn't fumble it. When Bulma reached the table, she placed the tray down and put the individual plates in front of its occupants. She tried not to stare at the intimidating king that she had seen earilier today. He wasn't paying much attention to her, anyway. But, she was fully aware of the man that sat next to him. Bulma felt as if his glare at her would burn a hole through her skull. She quickly finished delivering all of the plates and carried the tray back to the kitchen. "Chi Chi, who was that man?"

Chi Chi had been putting pots and pans away when Bulma came in. "Which one?"

"The one with black hair and black eyes." Bulma sat on a nearby stool.

Chi Chi gave her a humorous look. "If you haven't noticed, all of us have black hair and black eyes-well everyone but the king, that is."

"I mean the one sitting next to the king."

Chi Chi walked over to the door and peered out. "Bulma, that's the prince."

"That's him?" Bulma said as she almost fell of of her stool getting up. "I didn't know."

"Well it has been your first day here. You really can't be blamed."

Bulma looked around Chi Chi to get a better look at the prince. She didn't have a good look at him up close, but even from here, she could see his attractiveness. Saw it? It blinded her like a beacon. She carefully removed herself from the doorway and sat her shaking self down.

Chi Chi watched her with amused eyes. "Are you alright, Bulma?"

Bulma nodded. "I'm just exhausted, that's all."

Chi Chi smiled as she walked towards her. "Exhausted, eh? For a minute, I thought you fell head over heels for the Saiyan no Ouji. All of the other ladies do."

Bulma shook her head. "No. As I said, I'm only tired."

Chi Chi's knowing smile became even brighter. "Well, if you are that tired, then you can go. I think the other two can handle all of the remaining work."

Bulma rose. "Thanks," she said as walked out of the kitchen. She tried desperately not to think about the Saiyan prince as she went through the halls.

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Vegeta looked around the room at the other guests stuffing their fat faces. When would this party of theirs end so he could get some rest? It was already growing late, and his impatience was also growing. Vegeta tapped his finger on the edge of the table. He had already heard half of the group's pathetic little apologies of his lack of the legendary's power. `They should be sorry' Vegeta thought. `They're the ones that are delaying it anyway, thanks to this damned party.'

Vegeta pushed his plate away. He didn't feel like eating. He wished that he could walk to his room and sleep, something that he hadn't been allowed to do for quite some time now, due to the constant training hours he had been putting out. He turned to his father. "When will this idiotic gathering of yours end?"

King Vegeta glanced at his son. "What, are we keeping you?"

Vegeta snarled and faced the front. He needed to get out. His sanity depended on it. Vegeta rose. "I'm leaving."

"What? What about your guests?"

"Most of them are too drunk to even realize that I'm going." Vegeta made his way out of the dining hall. He strode down the hallway to the front foyer. He had missed these walls. For three years, he had been training in mainly dark rooms, not rooms like the bright jade one of the palace. Vegeta sighed heavily. His relaxation period would be a brief one. Too many lives depended on him. It wouldn't be long now when his will would no longer be his own.

He heard a sound in the distance. Vegeta followed sound and found himself in the garden. The blue-haired servant he had found so intriguing earlier that evening was passing through the grass towards the sevant's quarters. He smirked, and materialized in front of her, scaring her half to death.

"Wha-how did you do that?" Bulma choked.

"Hmph. All Saiyans can." Vegeta remarked. "You haven't seen it before? How long have you been here?"

"Only a day." Bulma said as she composed herself. She had broken one of the promises to herself, and here it was, standing right in front of her. Why did this man have this type of effect on her? She stopped her drifting thoughts. "You can understand me?"

Vegeta paced around her, admiring her from every angle. "Of course. Don't insult my intellegence. I have been schooled in various languages."

"But how did you know that I'm from Chikyuu?" Bulma asked, ignoring his actions. Only one Saiyan she had met knew the Chikyuu-jin language, and that was Chi Chi.

"You spoke first, didn't you?" Vegeta stopped his pacing once he had returned to his place in front of her. "You've only been here for a day." he repeated.

`That's what I said, wasn't it?' "Yes, Ouji-sama." Bulma bowed her head. He was royalty. After a minute, she lifted her head to meet his dark gaze. He was beautiful, so utterly beautiful. It took her a moment to rip her eyes off of him. Bulma could feel her skin warming up quickly. She could also feel her legs turning into liquid and struggling to hold the rest of herelf up.

Vegeta took notice of the scarlet hue forming below her cheek. His smirk widened as he watched her fidget uncomfortably. He didn't know why, but this woman capitvated him. But, she was a slave, and he knew that having such a desire for her was forbidden. "Since you didn't know, this garden isn't for common slaves. You shouldn't be in here."

`I need to get out of here' "I'll keep that in mind, Ouji-sama." Bulma said as she nodded and left. She got to her room without collasping. Bulma sunk down in her bed and waited for sleep to come.

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"Thank you, girls. That will be all for tonight."

The two women nodded to Chi Chi and left the kitchen. Chi Chi turned to put away the rest of the things that she had used to fix the big feast.

The door to the kitchen opened. She heard heavy footsteps behind her. The sound was so familiar. "Kakarrot?" she asked while turning around. "Kakarrot!" She ran to hug him. He felt so good in her arms again.

Kakarrot smiled as he stroked her dark hair. It had been too long. He reveled in the embrace. He had missed her deeply in the past three years. Now, he was here. He was finally here.

Their hug lasted for minutes, just them enjoying each other's touch. Chi Chi pulled away slightly and hit him hard on his arm.

"Why didn't you come sooner?"

Kakarrot chuckled lighly. "I was a little delayed. Father wanted some time to catch up."

Chi Chi pulled him closer and rested her head against his wall-like chest. "I guess he would anxious to see you. He has been a little detatched since you were away."

Kakarrot tipped her chin up with a finger. "Well, now I'm here."

She smiled. "Yes, you are." Chi Chi wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. She felt Kakarrot's arms tighten around her. He felt so good. She had missed this profoundly. He was right, though. He was here. And she would enjoy a whole night in his company again.