Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ tHe DeStInY oF ChAlLeNgE ❯ Realities Collide... ( Chapter 14 )

The Destiny of Challenge

~Disclaimer- Obviously I do not own DBZ! But I own this story and the writing is my own as well!

~Author's Note- Here the next chapter! The main plotline is about to start, so keep reading. Be expecting some major twists around the corner. In the following chapters, extreme obstacles test Vegeta and Bulma's possible love, the only question remaining; Will his dark heart tear their chances apart?

Chapter 14~ Realities Collide…

At the sound of the foreign female's name, Bulma couldn't constrain the animalistic growl that filled her chest. It barred out of her throat in a menacingly low tone with deadly intent. Though she was stupefied at the information she had just been given, she still had instincts to guide her. The one instinct that now took hold of her was raw jealousy.

Before Bulma could regain her composure and bow to the Royal Prince that was to enter within an amount of mere moments, that time became the present as Prince Vegeta and Lady Nakilia entered the dinning hall. The fist thing Bulma noticed was how regal Vegeta looked, donned in his royal armor made of gold, white, and red. With the royal seal painfully obvious, the first thought that would cross one's mind would be `superior'. Though she figured that was exactly the idea of it, knowing Vegeta and all. Her sapphire eyes caught sight of a female saiyan, who was desperately holding onto Vegeta's muscled arms. Though Bulma hated to admit it, the woman in front of her was the epitome of Saiyan beauty, just as Vegeta was the epitome of a Saiyan warrior. They looked absolutely perfect in each other's presence. Bulma skillfully avoided those thoughts and sought for anything that she could ridicule about the couple, specifically the Lady Nakilia.

Clingy little thing, Bulma snickered inwardly. Lady of the Court my ass, she can't even stand on her on two feet!, Bulma inwardly snarled.

Meanwhile Vegeta was standing, in all his glory as all-159 saiyans bowed down in his presence.

"159." Vegeta stated incoherently in a low whisper.

He knew that 160 guests were to be present, thanks to the constant chatter of Halie, and apparently one was missing. Letting his eyes rove over the large expanse of the dinning hall he was bemused to find that all were bowing to him. Shaking the thoughts from his head he turned his head straight forward, only to face the one he had been seeking, guest number 160. Yet at the same time, the Saiyan he faced now was the very person he had wanted to avoid, it was her. It was the blue haired harpy, Bulma, and how stunning she looked now. He immediately noticed how the ebony dress clung to her every curve and contour. Rays of light from the moon, coming in from the glass dome above them, bathed her body with their luminance. The sapphire gems that covered the garment she wore were glowing like flames, just like her eyes were now doing so in rage.

Lady Nakilia followed the Prince's dark gaze and was met with the sight of a saiyan that obviously had grabbed Vegeta's attention. She took notice that the woman was not bowing to him!

She couldn't be a Princess!, Nakilia's mind screamed. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought, and she waited for the forthcomings that this night would bring.

"Does the hideous little wench not know her place?" Vegeta said in a mocking tone.

"Oh I know my place quite well." Bulma ground out.

"Really? Might I inquire what that is exactly?" Vegeta spoke, the same taunting evident in his voice.

"You may. My place," she paused, "as a being of this universe, as a Saiyan of Vegeta-sei, and as a woman of the realms," she paused once more for effect of her words, " is on my feet." Bulma spoke boldly for all to hear.

All the Saiyan's within the dinning hall were listening to the conversation occurring, though unfortunately for them, they could not rise until the Prince allowed so. Therefore left guessing who the anonymous female was, since none could place her voice.

"You could have fooled me. At best, you could be compared to a harpy from hell." Vegeta spat, though a smirk tugged at the edge of his lips.

"As for you, my Prince, I fear I cannot compare you to anything that would maintain to your level." Bulma said dramatically. A smirk plainly curved her lips as Vegeta immediately understood the meaning to her words.

Smart little wench, that could have passed for two meanings, Vegeta thought, amused by the anger that flared across her cerulean pools.

"Shall we eat?" Bulma asked in an innocent tone, though Vegeta sensed her little act before it even begun.

"Not quite yet." Vegeta said bluntly. "First you shall bow. Secondly, know that you will address me with my proper title or by superior names. Need I repeat them for you?" Vegeta commanded in a condescending tone.

"You belittle me, Prince. Foolish indeed, did you not learn of the warrior code. Need I repeat it on your behalf, highness?" Bulma taunted.

"Yet you do the same. And fall prey to my lure, no doubt. Now who is foolish?" Vegeta spoke in a menacing tone.

"That still remains in question, Prince."

"Must you need a reminder to bow to your superior." Vegeta growled, irritated by her defiance.

Bulma knelt down, glaring at Vegeta all the while as she raised her right fist above her heart, mimicking the other Saiyans stance. Though she did not lower her head like the others, she remained glaring at the Prince.

"Is there a problem?" Vegeta inquired gruffly, referring to her raised head.

"Never give the enemy an advantage." Bulma whispered, sure that only Vegeta would hear her rough words.

Vegeta only smirked.

"You may rise." He said as he took his seat. Though instead of going were Lord Zaladar had intended him to be, he sat were Lady Nakilia was to sit, which was straight across from Bulma. Begrudgingly Nakilia took the seat next to him, watching the blue haired bitch all the while.

All 160 Saiyans seated themselves accordingly, still talking of what had just transpired. Though to their great annoyance they hadn't been able to view the owner of the defiant voice that spoke out to their Prince since they all rose at the same time, giving them no inkling as to who it was.

As if on cue, loads of servants shuffled into the room, carrying numerous dishes. Once all placed the servants quickly dispersed and left the nobles to eat in peace. The food did not last long as all 160 Saiyans gathered the food onto their personal plates. Even though little time was wasted eating, the Saiyans within the room had their fill and were content.

"Do you always make it your duty to defy your superiors?" Vegeta asked in a guttural growl.

"No, only those who are inferior to my existence." Bulma retorted tersely.

"An anti-royalist, are you?" another Saiyan inquired thoughtfully.

"No, I can assure you I'm a Royalist, but respect is gained, in my eyes, not given." Bulma responded, avoiding the glint in Vegeta's black depths.

"Though what of those who do not deserve respect? Slaves being a perfect example." Vegeta added, a malicious smirk tugging at his lips.

"Slaves, as you so eloquently put it, do deserve respect indeed. In fact they demand it, as they are the tails which balance Vegeta-sei herself." Bulma snapped in a chilling voice that was bitter with her anger.

"You speak as if you are one yourself." Vegeta taunted.

"Just as your attitude suggests the same." Bulma quipped mockingly.

Vegeta only responded with a smirk as he continued eating, of course with refined manners, as a Prince he must.

Lady Nakilia watched the female Vegeta had chosen to sit across from carefully, looking for any and all flaws. Taking note of each, she prepared herself for the battle that would soon commence.

Bulma noticed the pair of dark eyes that watched her, and grew uncomfortable under the Lady's stare. Though most of all it simply annoyed her. By the time they were finished eating, she was ready to rip the black orbs from their sockets and bury them in the sands of Vegeta-sei.

Maybe I'll do just that, Bulma snapped inwardly as she watched her newfound enemy carefully.

"You surely don't eat like a Lady of the Court." Nakilia stated with a critical look.

"That may be so, though I don't bother in hiding my few flaws." Bulma said smugly, only giving a smile in response. Though the smile wasn't one of friendly terms, it was more of a challenge.

"And what might the others be?" Nakilia questioned, returning the same smile.

"Isn't it obvious?" Bulma questioned incredibly.

"I'm afraid not."

"I don't get along well with sniveling bitches. Now if you'll excuse me, I don't wish to waste any more of my time." Bulma stated menacingly, squinting her sapphire orbs to give extra emphasis on her meaning.

"Busy schedule?" Nakilia mocked.

"No, any logic person would agree with me in saying, talking to a leashed slut is a bore." Bulma taunted as she sauntered away from the table and entered the crowd of Saiyans who were waiting for the ballroom to be opened. Giving one last glare she disappeared into the crowd, leaving a now seething Nakilia.

"That little bitch." Nakilia ground out, though she smiled smugly.

If the bitch wants to play, then she's met her match, Nakilia thought bitterly.

At that moment two enormous curtains opened to reveal a grand ballroom, which quickly filled with Saiyan couples as music started to echo throughout the large building.

"Come Vegeta, let's dance." Nakilia purred.

Vegeta looked up from the plate he was still filling with food. He had been so occupied with the mounds of food that now filled his stomach that he took no notice to the conversation the two females had just shared. Though what was surprising was that Vegeta didn't even need a napkin, not one crumb marred his tanned skin. He truly was a Prince.

"Please Vegeta." She pleaded in a sultry voice.

He was about to order that Nakilia let him eat in peace, but that was before his keen eyes spotted a patch of blue hair mingled within the arms of some unworthy male. With a snarl he rose from his seat and stalked onto the ballroom with Nakilia in tow. Just as he did the music stopped, not starting up again until he reached the center of the decorated room. Almost bitterly, he took the form of Nakilia into his embrace as they danced.

A smirk etched across her face, Nakilia wrapped her delicate arms around his corded neck as she clung to him like a lifeline. Every Saiyan female envied the dark haired beauty that was now entwined with the Prince. His dark features were highlighted in the moons light yet they were defined by the shadows. He was a walking contradiction; if in his presence one would feel inferior, yet elevated by the status he held. One would fear his strength, yet at the same time savor in the security given by it. One could discover him as their worst enemy, yet yearn to be his closest friend. One could despise him with a vengeance, yet love him with the passion of a flame. Though all emotions seemed to elude his dark depths, or could it be they are trapped within them? One could never know.

Truly he was an entity all of his own, that was apparent with the ambiguous intensity that burned within his dark orbs that matched perfectly with his condescending smirk.

Bulma noticed his grand entrance, how could one not? She snickered at the couple as they started dancing. Bulma never imagined Vegeta was a dancer, yet in reality she should have expected it, he is a prince after all. All other saiyans didn't dare make a move as the Prince and the Lady Nakilia made their way gracefully across the floor.

"She doesn't suit him." Bulma said tersely underneath her breath.

Without even giving her dance partner a chance to rebel, she glided onto the dance floor with him along. Bulma reveled in the feeling of Vegeta's dark eyes as they glared at her back, she could feel them. With a cruel smirk she continued throughout the song, pulling her partner closer to her slender body. By the time it ended there wasn't any space between herself and the handsome Saiyan she had danced with. And this did not go unnoticed as Vegeta took note of the saiyans ki, he would deal with the bastard that dare touch his woman later.

What the hell, Vegeta barked inwardly as he recalled his previous thoughts. My woman?, he thought slightly baffled, but he quickly brushed it away and decided it did not require his thought.

"Vegeta, lets go. I have more pleasing games to play." Nakilia whispered into his ear seductively.

"Do so without me." Vegeta replied as he released her flippantly. Several men were flocking around his woman, and he decided it was about time he rid her of their nuisance, permanently. Stalking over to the now accumulating group he roughly made his way to the center, which held none other than Bulma. She was laughing and seemingly enjoying herself thoroughly.

Vegeta walked right up behind her, not notifying her of his presence with any snappish remark or growl of irritation. Instead he brought his body mere inches from her own. Many of the men that had been ogling over Bulma had either dispersed or were dead quiet as the Prince's face was set in a deadly glare. Slowly he closed the distance between their bodies, filling the void with his steel muscles. If Bulma didn't know he was there before, she surely did now. His breath tickled the back of her neck as she felt his chest breathing rhythmically with his pounding heart. Bulma knew exactly who was behind her, she had recognized his sent long ago, and there was the prominent fact that their bodies fit together like two pieces of one puzzle. As if they belonged to be close to each other, just as they both longed to be so, though neither would admit it.

At the precisely perfect moment, or so it seemed, the music began. Though it was no ordinary song, it was the symphony, one that was made specifically for the Royal Court. No other was welcome to dance to the majestic music except for the members of the Royal Family, and those who were in their embrace. And within that moment, it was she that was held in the Prince's embrace. Truly it was considered an honor to dance the steps of Symei Honkuire.

****Pronunciation: Sue-may Hh-on-quire ****

****Translation: Entwining of the Enchanted****

It was written in the ancient tongue and was a symphony that was said to capture time itself as it enchanted the souls of those who danced to its exotic flow. The melody that rang throughout the room was loud, yet soft and gentle. It held a tune that transformed the elements of life into its own mold. The symphony in itself seemed to hold a life force as it compelled the pair into sensual steps of melody.

All Saiyans had cleared from the crystalline tiles that formed the ballroom, and simply watched as the Prince and the exotic female glided across the floor in prefect rhythm with each other. They formed their own rhythm, as if they were one being with each tile touched by their gentle steps. The music manipulated their movements into a flow of exquisite dance, forming their actions into motions each note inspired. Rays of luminescent light flaring from the moon's core caressed their bodies like a flowing river, creating sapphire prisms from the gems that covered Bulma's midnight gown. Every line of their beings was accentuated under the flame of sapphire depths that surrounded their continuous movements. It truly was a dance of trapped time, they appeared to be untouchable gods of the realms that were captured in an eternal flame of passion.

One could not pull their eyes away from the sight of them dance, tangled within each other's embrace, and not one Saiyan within the room attempted to do so. Apparently sometime during the extended symphony all the servants came to behold the pair, including the disbelieving eyes of Yamcha.

Not many of the prying eyes noticed that the pair was literally elevated into the air by at least three centimeters, in fact not one did except for Dartanion, the elderly guard who had brought `Stump' to the estate with Kakorrot. Throughout the entire time neither the Prince nor Bulma's ki fluctuated to the degree that it would lift the pair, to whatever extent it did not matter. The only fact that remained was that they had risen into the flowing current of the wind the moment the symphony had begun. The old guard was baffled by the concept, yet something in the wells of his wise mind told him not to question the phenomenon that was occurring before his very eyes.

"Etique duci laMorte." Dartanion whispered under his breath, though apparently someone had heard him.

****Translation: Dance of Flaming Passion ****

****Pronunciation: Et-eek doo-sigh la-More-tay ****

"What?" a feminine voice inquired, speaking quite loud, almost as if she was trying to speak over the symphony.

Within that very moment the symphony ended like a passing wind, and the voice echoed throughout the hall. Some Saiyans even covered their ears as the high-pitched voice rang throughout the dome building. All eyes turned to Lady Nakilia, her black orbs dared any to remark on her. It was obvious that the Lady Nakilia did not appreciate the extremely sensual movements HER Prince and her newfound foe had just performed together. She wouldn't be surprised if they had caressed each other's every pore. Though one thing she was sure of, it was time to claim what was rightfully hers and destroy the wench that caused her trouble, slowly.

"What is it that you said, old fool?" Lady Nakilia snapped to Dartanion.

"Etique duci laMorte." The old guard repeated clearly this time, for all to hear.

Small whispers broke out in the crowd as the Saiyans present tried to decipher the words that were said in the ancient tongue. Before any could despair, as they weren't able to translate the words, Dartanion spoke again,

"Dance of Flaming Passion, is what I believe we witnessed." He said while nodding towards the Prince and the female that still remain in his arms.

Bulma was still wound in the Prince's embrace as they both were left in a daze, neither fully realizing the eyes that now studied them. As soon as the music had dissipated, the pair simply stopped all movement, staying in their last position, just drowning in each other's eyes, as they were rendered immobile.

One of Vegeta's arms was outstretched with Bulma's hand in his own, while his other arm was wrapped around her petite waist, his hand holding onto the small of her back, further pushing her body to his own. Their heated bodies were tilted downward slightly, as Bulma was in a dip and Vegeta was leaning into her body. Roughly their midsections were connected to each other, leaving no space in between, while their upper bodies were separated by inches. Though those miniscule inches seemed like miles to the yearning they held to be closer to one another.

Vegeta's legs were spread apart shoulders length with Bulma's right leg in between them. Since Vegeta's body was placed at an angel, Bulma used her other slender limb to rectify that problem as it was wrapped around his right leg, resting on the back of his thigh. Bulma's chest was heaving, not from the physical exertion, but from the emotional, as when she was dancing she felt as if the very essence of her being was flowing into her movements. Vegeta's chest was not as labored, though that was a result from the steel muscles that hid the fact. If it were not for the one hand Bulma had placed on Vegeta's shoulder she was sure she would have fallen in their frozen moment.

(Imagine the tango, at the end how the woman is in dip, or like what you see on the new Shakira music video for `Rejection Tango' as the leg positions are similar)

"Yes, I believe you are right, Dartanion." Lord Zaladar agreed with his loyal guard from behind.

The Lord's voice was like an awakening to the pair in the center of the ballroom as the dazed look left their faces. Vegeta was the first to recover as he lifted Bulma upright, letting her limbs smoothly slide down his body with clinging accuracy. Quickly following suit, Bulma stood up straight, turning to face the crowd that she had been oblivious to mere seconds ago. A blush immediately took effect as she saw her best friend gawking at her. Gulping she offered a small smile to Chi Chi who only raised an eyebrow to her actions. Though Bulma's innocent blush paled instantly as she met the bloodthirsty glare of Lady Nakilia. Smirking faintly Bulma attempted to move forward, this is when both Vegeta and Bulma noticed they were elevated, as Bulma felt herself leave the airy plane and return to the crystal tiles of the ballroom. Consequently, Bulma found herself unable to move, again! Baffled she jerked her head back to glare at Vegeta, being sure that he had something to do with it. Though Vegeta paid her no heed as his head was downcast, apparently staring at something. Following his gaze Bulma was shocked to find herself a culprit as well.

No wonder, Bulma growled inwardly as she stared at Vegeta's tail and her own tangled with each other.

No matter how hard she tried, Bulma couldn't remove her tail by simply instructing it to do so, it obviously had decided to be an entity all on its own, and without her consent. Vegeta was having similar problems as his silken tail refused to return to his side.

Vegeta's now infuriated black orbs flared with anger as he glared at her accusingly.

"Don't look at me like that! It isn't my fault!" Bulma snarled under a whisper so only he could hear.

"Apparently it is!" he growled back in the same low whisper.

"Forget it! Just you get your tail, and I'll get mine. No touchy, touchy!" Bulma ordered as she reached for her defiant appendage.

Vegeta did the same and the two culprits were removed from each other shortly after, and within that moment the pair dropped to the tile floor with a light click, thanks to Vegeta who quickly reacted and used his ki to lift them. Once she was released from his newly acquired grasp, Bulma made her walk towards the crowd, although she wished to run away, she still had scores to settle with the Lady Nakilia.

~Thanks, I'm glad my story is turning out awesome =)