Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sacrificing Love ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I do own PART of Dragon Ball Z. I own DVD's, pictures, and of course this fanfic. But no, I don't own THE actual Dragon Ball Z. I know…I know. It's true!

Author's Note: Uh, I would like to apologize for the lack of new chapters in my first fanfic., The Farthest Star. I've recently updated, for all you FS fans.

But here's my next chapter. I hope you guys like it…

Sacrificing Love

Chapter Five: Clarity

Bulma wiped her brow and stepped back to inspect her work. It took her a while to figure out what went where, but after three days, she was finally finished. Bulma felt her eyelids growing heavy. She hadn't slept for those three days in fear that she wouldn't finish in time. Also, she was anxious to leave and she knew the sooner she finished, the sooner she could return home.

Home. That was her goal now. In her dreams, she could see Chikyuu's golden sun, feel the green grass beneath her feet…It all seem too real. But now she had a chance to go back to the life that she knew best. The Saiyans were not like the people in her world. Her world was kind and gentle. This race was forged on brute strength. It would be hard for her to survive in this world.

Bulma's head jerked up when she heard the lab's door open. The arrogant prince strode in, examining all of the metal equipment before him. His midnight eyes then settled on Bulma. "It has been three days, woman. Do you have what I have been expecting?"

Bulma nodded her head. "It's complete. The gravity setting can go all the way up to two hundred, thanks to those high-powered generators that you gave me. However, I wouldn't crank it up all the way yet. The first time always seems to be the most fragile."

Even though Vegeta's expression remained nonchalant, he was actually experiencing multiple emotions. There was slight happiness, impressed, relief, lust…He didn't realize how close he was to her until now. She had looked as if she hadn't had a good night's rest for some days, giving her aquamarine eyes a certain glow that fascinated him. He knew there was something that was present in between them, he knew that when he first met her in the garden. But whatever that was, it was now magnified-and Bulma felt it too. Her eyes flickered with anticipation. Not really thinking clearly, Vegeta stepped forward and tipped her chin up with one finger as he began to taste her.

Bulma's eyes shut when Vegeta's mouth lowered to hers. She had often wondered how this moment would be…but she never thought it would actually happen. Her thoughts were pushed aside as she reveled in the kiss. Kami, she could have believed that it could be-would be-this good. The way he kissed her…it was intoxicating. Her arms found a way around his neck as she allowed him to deepen the kiss.

When he felt Bulma's silky arms wind around him, he felt his blood ignite. His muscular arms circled her waist as he invaded her mouth with his tongue. She was utterly delicious; her scent alone was enough for him to go wild. `How can the prince of the Saiyans feel like this?' Vegeta asked himself. Then reality hit him. Saiyans weren't supposed to feel this way for anyone other than their own race. Vegeta ripped Bulma off him abruptly.

It took a moment for Bulma to catch her breath. "Is that how you Saiyans thank people? If that's the case, I better hide from your father."

His father. What would he say about getting involved with a female of a weaker race? "Woman-" Vegeta began.

"Bulma."

"What?" Vegeta asked.

"My name is Bulma, not `Woman'."

"Woman." Vegeta exaggerated the word. "What happened here…should not have happened." Bulma slowly nodded. "I offer you my apologies."

Bulma snorted. "The Saiyan no Ouji apologizing? Well, that's a new one." She laughed at his glare. "Don't worry Ouji-sama. I understand. Your customs are different than mine, and I don't want to interfere with them. I suppose it was your excitement of the gravity room that triggered your emotions." She looked around the room. "I'll leave you to test it out. All you need to power it is to press that yellow button to activate the panel and then input the amount of gravity you want. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I need some rest." Bulma turned on her heel and left the laboratory.

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Bulma sank into her feather bed. Yesterday, she had been notified that she was to be staying in the hall where Chi Chi resided. She was pleased to see that the walls of her new room weren't a drab grey and peeling. Now, her room was a pleasant blue with many windows. Bulma was glad that she could at least feel free now, even if the slave quarters were just a door away.

She pulled up the covers and tried to sleep. She was tired-more than tired, but all she could think about was this afternoon. His lips on hers made her felt as if she had stepped into an inferno, and his arms had trapped her in it. Oh, why did he have to stop? Why did this planet have to strive on strength alone? Bulma had heard from Chi Chi that the prince, as well the Saiyan race, had to marry of their own race, and if Vegeta didn't, he would be denied his throne. Bulma didn't want that to happen. All she wanted right now was that moment in the lab again, but she knew that would never happen again.

She had felt this to some extent with Yamcha. To even think about him was again was to go against her promise to herself, but she had already broken too many of them, anyway. Yes, she had felt some heat when they had been together, but only Vegeta's touch had enflamed her in a mere seconds. Only Vegeta made her mind fly out of her head and imprison her to the passion that she had never before experienced. But now she understood that the feeling would not return, now that Vegeta realized that he could never be involved with an alien. But at least she could let her memories replay that moment when she felt absolute bliss. Those thoughts lulled her into her long deserved sleep.

She woke with a knock at her door. Throwing the blanket off, Bulma rose to open it. Standing there was a black haired girl that she had never seen before. "Yes?"

"Um, King Vegeta sent me to give these to you." The girl dragged a large trunk into the room. "As a token of his gratitude."

Bulma waited as the girl put the trunk into one of the corners. She lifted the lock and opened it. "Kami…" Bulma said as she held an ankle length gown, the color of a stormy blue. "These are gorgeous."

"Wow…" She heard the girl behind say behind her.

Why would the king do such a nice thing for her? Bulma thought that her freedom was good enough. He truly outdid himself this time. She had to thank him for this, since the only thing she had to wear was her Capsule Corp outfit from the time she was captured, and the serving gown Chi Chi had given her that she was wearing now. It would feel so nice to put on something clean. She turned to the girl that was standing next to her. "Um…"

"Videl." The girl told her.

"Yes, Videl. I would like to get changed now, if you don't mind."

"Why would I mind?" Videl said as she threw her hands in the air. "I was only asked to bring this stuff to you." she said as she left the room.

Bulma turned her attention back to the silk dress that she was holding. Yes, she would have to thank King Vegeta personally.

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King Vegeta sat in his throne, diligently waiting on the arrival of his son. The prince had been in that gravity room for hours now, and he was eagerly awaiting to hear of his improvements. Time was running shortly, and Frieza's patience was slowly dripping down the drain. He had a strong feeling that they would need to strike Frieza soon, and fast.

The prince strode into the room, his head up high. King Vegeta could feel his hands gripping nervously on the arms of the throne. He wasn't sure if he could take the disappointment this time. He waited until Prince Vegeta stood at the base of his golden chair. "Is the facility working properly?"

"Of course it is, Father." Vegeta crossed his arms. "I assume you want to know of my progress."

"That is why the training room was built."

"I have not reached the legendary level yet."

"Damn it!" King Vegeta leapt out of his throne. "I do not think you realize how important it is that you fulfill your destiny, boy. Soon Frieza will lose his amusement with this planet and blasts us all to hell."

Prince Vegeta carelessly waved his hand. "I am stronger than anyone on this planet, and if the lizard boy tries something, he will have to go through me."

"And by the way things are going, he will have no problems ripping you limb from limb."

The arrogant prince scoffed. Did his people really believe that he was so weak? Since he had returned, he had heard that he wasn't strong enough to handle Frieza. Vegeta didn't see anyone else training for Frieza's encounter. He had never asked to be born the son of the Saiyan king, but yet here he was, and the whole Saiyan race was like a huge hand, demanding that he would fill it with hope. He would become the Super-Saiyan. He would free his people from the grasps of the white lizard that the Saiyans seemed to fear. Vegeta had no doubts about that.

"King Vegeta."

Prince Vegeta looked up at the voice that sounded like a lovely siren. It was Bulma; he knew from the instant that he had heard her wonderful voice. But when he looked up, his heart seemed to stop beating in his chest. There she was, standing a few feet from them in a storm blue dress that hugged her every curve. Her sky blue hair fell down to give the dress a beautiful contrast. What was it about her that made it seem that the whole world didn't matter?

"I would like to thank you for all of the wonderful gowns that you gave me." Bulma said as she stepped towards the throne. "I really appreciate them."

"Do not think anything of it." King Vegeta said. "Those are some clothes that were hanging around my room. They were some of my wife's. I am just glad that they can have some use now. I hope that you will be comfortable in them."

Bulma nodded. "Thank you again, Ou-sama." She bowed and left the room.

King Vegeta was tempted to smile. Her appreciation felt good, and he knew that she had meant it. He noticed that she was in need of a change of clothing, and since she had built his son the gravity room that would somehow increase his son's pace in becoming a Super-Saiyan, he had felt that he should give her some more.

His gaze returned to the prince. This time, his smile broke free and crept across his face in amusement. `So, the boy has a thing for the inventor?' he thought as he stared at the prince's expression. It amused him because he had never saw the dazed look on his son's face before. No Saiyan had ever made Vegeta's head turn. King Vegeta cleared his head. The woman was not Saiya-jin. King Vegeta had to make this clear to the Saiyan prince.

"Prince Vegeta, I do not think it is wise to get involved with that woman. She is not Saiyan."

"Must you always point out the obvious and pretend that it is complex?" Vegeta's dazed expression quickly turned into a scowl. "I know she is not."

"Good. Then you will have no problem staying away from her. If she does, by some miracle, get to be the object of your affection, then you will have to fear for her protection. Every Saiyan will believe it to be their responsibility to cleanse the future of the Saiyan race of any half-breeds that are to be the heirs to the Vegeta-sei throne."

"Father, if you keep pretending that I do not know my place as the prince, you will soon have to fear for your own protection." Vegeta said as he stomped out the room.