Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Event to Last a Lifetime ❯ CH11 ( Chapter 11 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Bulma couldn't figure out who was in Vegeta's room. It was definitely a woman, but whom? Suko was under Bulma with her ear against the door. She strained to hear, but nothing found its way to her ear. She tapped Bulma's arm, “I think it is one of the other princesses,” she whispered. Bulma's face was turning red with anger. Oh, they will not get the upper hand on me by lounging in the prince's room until he arrives. I will not stand around and let some whore to have her way with my future mate. Do I really want him as my mate? I don't know. Bulma grabbed Suko's hand and guided her into the bathroom so the other person could not hear them talking. “I'm going to find the prince. Maybe I can sway him into spending the rest of the day with me. That woman surely will not wait on him to return to his room for that long,” she said with certainty. “You stay here and spy on that woman. She may be up to no good, but neither am I!” With that she was off to find the prince. I have a feeling he is still training with Kakkarot. Training center, here I come.

“Have you had enough Kakkarot? Maybe this will teach you how to stay out of my business,” Vegeta stated as he slammed his fist into Kakkarot's stomach. He doubled over in pain. “You know my food isn't digested yet. Why are you being more cruel than usual? All I am saying is that you have a thing for Princess Bulma and you need to admit it. You have to find a mate before this week is out, or the council will pick one for you,” Kakkarot said while picking himself up off the ground. “Kakkarot, I do not care who my mate is. I have no feelings for any of the woman that are here and could care less which one the council picks for me. It would save me time away from training,” Vegeta started dusting the dirt off his black suit. “I will never bring this issue up again if you answer one more question for me,” Kakkarot had a serious look on his face. “I do not have to answer a question for you to shut up. I am the prince remember? If I tell you to shut the fuck up, you would be wise to listen. But since I am in a decent mood today, I will allow you to ask one more question.” Kakkarot was grinning at the speech Vegeta feed him. “Last question and I want a truthful answer. I know how you are Vegeta. If you have no feelings for any princess here, why are you allowing Princess Bulma to stay in your extra bedroom to protect her?” Kakkarot was expecting a lie from the proud Prince, but did not receive an answer before the door to the royal training room slowly opened.

A tall, but slender Saiyan guard entered the training room of the prince. Vegeta and Kakkarot turned to look at the shaking man. “Sire, I apologize for the interup…” He was cut off by the wave of Vegeta's hand. “What is the meaning of this? You have been told that no one interrupts my training. You better have a good explanation, or you will be taught a lesson, third class guard,” Vegeta was almost directly in front of the sweating guard when he heard a voice from right out side the room. “You tell mister high and mighty in there that if he so much as puts a finger on you, I will personally kick his ass.” Who the hell is that? No one speaks about me in that way. I will have to kill them after I beat the shit out of this guard. “Who the hell do you think you are? You will not talk about kicking my ass. Get in HERE!! I will show you a thing or two, you low class…” Vegeta stopped his rant when he noticed a streak of blue hair behind the guard in front of him. Bulma tried to push the guard out of her way, but failed since he was much larger than her. The man noticed she was struggling so moved to the side away from her and the angry prince.

She looks very mad. I try to do something nice for someone and look how I'm repaid. She threatens to kick my ass. What is wrong with the universe today? “What do you want Princess? Can't you open you eyes and see that I am a busy man? I have no time for your empty threats,” he said as he turned back to Kakkarot. Bulma was fuming behind the prince. This cocky Prince thinks my threats are empty. I will show him how Earth women do things. “You look at me damnit!” Vegeta swung his head in her direction. Did she just command me to so something? This bitch has lost her mind. Kakkarot was slowly making his way to the frightened guard. Vegeta had not noticed Kakkarot leading the other guard out of the room. “Do you not remember who I am, onna? Never speak to me like that again or I will,” he was cut off by Bulma. “You will what? Give me a speech about how you are the strongest in the universe and the Prince of all Saiyans? That shit means nothing to me. I'm here to give you a piece of my mind,” Bulma was right in Vegeta's face by this time. The door to the training room clicked shut and Bulma lowered her gaze from the prince to her hands. She started laughing. What the hell is going on? One minute she is yelling at me and now she is laughing. This is why I do not want a mate. Bulma walked away from Vegeta towards the bench that was against the adjacent wall. “The look on their faces was priceless. I need to do this stuff more often. How is my acting, Prince Vegeta?” He stood starring at the space she once occupied. Slowly his eyes found hers and he snapped. “What the fuck is your problem? You were acting that entire time? Why aren't you mad?” He was now standing in front of Bulma's sitting body. “Is there something for me to be mad about? I was under the impression that you helped me. Should I be mad at my hero?” Bulma was trying to sound nice, but was having a hard time since the Prince was yelling at her. “No you shouldn't be angry with me since I saved your pitiful life. So why did you come in here interrupting my training with your foolishness?” Bulma stood with a wide smile on her face. “I want you to teach me a thing or two!”