Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sapphire ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Sapphire

Disclaimer: Still…don't own DBZ

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The water was turned off as Bulma stood under the showerhead reflecting on what was going to happen after this. She let out a great sigh as all of the possibilities came into order.

`Am I going to be killed? Am I going to work? What's going to happen to me?' She asked herself as she slumped down on the floor and curled her knees to her chest. She shook a bit from fear but felt empty from loosing her home, family and planet. A great feeling of emotion rolled over her as she thought of her mothers bravery for putting her up to Vegeta and asking him such an impossible question. She knew how tuff the Saya-jins were but heard awful stories about the prince. Bulma sighed again and let a few tears shed from her eyes before standing up and grabbing a towel from the rack. She rubbed her face and sighed to herself, then wrapped the towel around her body and stepped out of the shower. She saw that some clothing was left for her. But she never understood how they got there. Just the fact that she was clean was all that mattered. She took in a deep breath and sighed in relief of her cleanliness. She then heard a clamor outside of the door. She jumped, grabbing onto the towel and wrapping it protectively around her slim body as she placed her head against the door, only to be startled by the loud noise again.

"Girl!" Vegeta yelled from the other side of the door. Bulma, trying to catch her breath, let out a small growl. The door then flew open as she scurried to wrap the towel around her again as it had fallen when Vegeta called her. Vegeta glared down at the semi nude form and huffed. "We're here. I suggest you get ready."

"DON'T YOU HAVE THE DECENCY TO KNOCK FIRST INSTEAD OF BARGING IN LIKE THAT?" Bulma yelled to him. He smirked and turned around and started out of the room.

"I suggest you wear the clothing that was left for you. My people will think you of a whore if you dressing the clothes I found you in." With that plainly said he left the room, closing the door behind him. Bulma huffed loudly and stood up from the ground. She glared evilly at the door which the young prince had just exited the room from and growled softly.

"Baka." She stated. She then turned to the clothing that was left for her and sighed. "Might as well." With that said she let her towel drop to the floor.

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`Follow me' She heard from the saya-jin prince upon getting off of the ship. As she walked into the courtyard she was greeted by other people. They smiled sweetly at her and walked by. She smiled back. Vegeta turned and huffed at her as she waved to some people. He swiftly grabbed her hand and pulled her vision to him. His eyes glared evil into her making her body shack from his power.

"You aren't here to make friends girl. You're working for me now. Don't make any eye contact with anyone you understand?" Bulma nodded while ignoring the pain that was now forming in her wrist. Vegeta threw her hand to her side and continued on forward. Bulma rubbed her hand slightly and followed. Upon reaching the castle she saw a few more servants around the garden which she found to be magnificent. There were beautiful roses, lilies, and some other arrangements of flowers. It all brought a great sigh within her heart as she smiled, but then quickly remembered the prick of a prince walking in front of her and quickly lost her happiness. Walking into the castle she was opened to a large entryway and marble flooring. The room looked big enough to fit around 1000 people in the room at one time she thought. She was astonished by the view and gazed at the art and the feel of all of the space. Vegeta turned around and cocked an eyebrow towards her. He felt confused towards her behavior about walking into the castle.

"Baka." He stated, quickly catching her attention. She glared at him before her someone else came into her vision. This looked like a young woman. She was tall, around 5'8" Bulma thought. She had nice black hair the length to her mid back. Her eyes were a dark brown, almost look black if you were far away. She had a nice figure and nice face structure. She walked up behind Vegeta, giving Bulma more of a look of her. She was beautiful. She only wondered who it was. She smiled towards Bulma.

"Hello there. You must be Bulma." Bulma, a bit dumbfounded about the situation, wondered how she learned her name. Before another word was spoken she placed her hand in front of her. "I'm Velta Ouji. I'm Vegeta's mother." Bulma's eyes grew wide in shock of what was in front of her. Being polite, she placed her hand in Veltas and bowed.

"Your Highness. I didn't realize." She let out a small laugh.

"That's alright dear. No one really gets it on appearance. So, Vegeta found himself a new worker. Zarbon told us all about it." Vegeta grunted as he discarded his coat, throwing to one of the other servants.

"Where's father? I must tell him of my mission." Velta sighed.

"Where else would he be Vegeta?" She said plainly. Vegeta smirked towards her, then glared at Bulma. "Put her to work mother. She's my servant now and I would like nothing more of her than her work." He exclaimed. He then turned and started off in the great room and disappeared into the hallway. Bulma sighed as she played with her clothing, catching the eye of Velta.

"Come. I'll she you where you'll be sleeping Bulma." She said. She let her arm out and motioned for her to start her waytowards her. Bulma picked up the signal and did just that.

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"Vegeta, I'm glad to see you made it home alright." A great voice thundered through the room. Vegeta made his way to the taller figure standing in front of a large window overlooking the galaxy. Vegeta smirked and closed his eyes.

"Nothing a Saya-jin Prince couldn't do father. After all I do get my skill from you." King Vegeta nodded and continued looking outwards.

"I here you even brought yourself a souvenir. Bulma is her name am I right?" Vegeta grunted, letting him know he was correct. He sighed and turned towards his son. "You know Vegeta you can't just bring home a being from a different planet just to work for you. They're not animals you can play with they should be left alone." Vegeta cocked an eyebrow as if confused at what he was implying, then grunted

"Father are you implying that I should leave them alone?" King Vegeta nodded, making Vegeta chuckle and gaze back out into the galaxy. "Then what fun would I have?" King Vegeta sighed.

"Vegeta, you'll have to learn that people are not just toys to play with. They work harder than you and will always have a strength in their hearts that you'll never have."

"You make it sound like I'm dead father." Vegeta stated turning his back and starting his way to the big chair in the center of the room. His father's eyes wondered with him as he sat down and glared at his father. King Vegeta sighed.

"You're a brat Vegeta." Vegeta smirked.

"Why thank you father. Now I wonder who I inherited that from." Vegeta said sarcastically, getting a small chuckle from his father. He walked beside Vegeta and placed a hand on his sons shoulder, turning his attention to him. "Vegeta, you are surly getting older." He stated, getting yet another smirk from Vegeta.

"Yes, I am. Soon enough I'll be king and rule Vegeta-sei." King Vegeta sighed at his cockiness and continued.

"You know when I was your age I was thinking the same thing. I just couldn't wait until I was king. Then, my father died a few years later and my wish came true. I was king at the age of 16." Vegeta blinked a few times. Was he `bonding' with his father? This struck him as strange for a few minutes as his father continued on.

"I met your mother at that time. I was told to bring in a new wife to complete the kingdom but could not have her until I was 24 years of age." Vegeta's eyes grew wide.

"24? If you met her when you were 16 why didn't you just screw her brains out then?" His father chuckled, than let out a long sigh.

"Not in our code. See, every Royal Saya-jin must wait until the age of 24 to properly mate a young woman. It has always been like that."

"Why 24?" Vegeta asked questioningly. His father turned to him and smirked.

"Why are you so interested?" Vegeta's face turned to a scowl at his question, making his father sigh and continue.

"24 is the age of heat in all Saya-jin men. But it's proper for the Royal bloodline to hold in their virginity until then when they have successfully found the right mate. See Vegeta. Our family works like no other. It's just instinct to be like that until that time. You see what I'm saying Vegeta?" Vegeta cocked an eyebrow, wondering why he started to tell him this in the first place. King Vegeta sighed and stared at the ground. "Never mind Vegeta. Though you're 14 years of age you are still dumbfounded about the way our family works. I'll tell you at a later time." He stood up and started walking out of the room before turning around to his some who had just hopped off of the big chair. "I suggest you keep that Bulma girl in line. You never know when you'll need her." With that said he left leaving Vegeta yet again dumbfounded about his behavior.

"Need her? Why would I need her?" He asked himself. Taking a few minutes to reflect on what happened he growled. "AND WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THIS ANYWAY?" He yelled. After catching a few breaths he growled and stormed out of the room.

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Oooooo what was the conversation really about? And what could Vegeta ever want with his new servant Bulma? Read and find out