Legendary Warrior

Title: Legendary Warrior
Author: Monkey Lady
Summary: Vegeta and Bulma. The standard ‘three year’ period where Trunks comes to be. This is just another version, though probably a lot like the others. :)
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): Vegeta and Bulma (of course)
Feedback: Desired and appreciated
Characters: Vegeta and Bulma, and several other small appearances from the others
Beta: xgirlrogue is my very sweet beta. She’s been awesome and very thorough.
Author’s notes: I know, I know it’s not finished, but I have been horribly busy with getting married, moving, then moving again to Japan, and working on Naruto fics and original fics. I’ll get back when inspiration strikes though.
*Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters. I just like writing about them. I’m not making any money off of it…*sigh*.


Legendary Warrior

Bulma sighed and wiped her sweaty forehead on her sleeve, stepping back from the gravity chamber. Seemed like the damned thing was broken every other day. Vegeta apparently couldn’t control his own strength, or simply didn’t care to. The later seemed more probable. “Woman!” an annoyed voice boomed from behind. “Speak of the devil,” she murmured. She glanced over her shoulder as the scowling prince approached her, arms folded firmly across his chest; charming.

“What do you want now Vegeta? The gravity chamber is fixed and you just ate,” she said packing her tools into her toolbox, then straightening and rubbing her back. “What else could His Majesty possibly need now?” He simply eyed her and grunted, then went into the chamber and slammed the door. She shook her head wearily and picked up the toolbox. Bulma wondered if taking care of a child would entail so much work.

As she strode towards her laboratory she contemplated the young prince who had made his home with them for the past year. The man was a mystery. Well no…that wasn’t entirely true. He was a homicidal maniac. Other than contemplating universal domination and killing ‘Kakkarot’, Bulma really didn’t know what went through that head of his. She entered her dome shaped laboratory and pushed her tools up on a shelf near the door. She should put them away in the tool cabinet, but what was the point when the chamber would likely need fixing in an hour or so?

Bulma sighed again and pulled her hair out of its ponytail. She ran her hand through her hair and grimaced at the damp greasiness of it. ‘Ugh, nasty.’ Yamcha expected her in an hour for dinner. ‘I might as well go get ready,’ she thought half-heartedly. As she made her way towards the living quarters of the Capsule Corporation, she considered the young man she’d been with for so long. She was fairly certain that he’d been unfaithful but she had yet to actually prove it. There were little hints, such as when Yamcha recalled a movie they’d seen together yet she’d never seen it, or when he asked her why she wasn’t wearing the necklace he’d gotten for her and she’d never seen the thing. He always managed to wiggle his way out of trouble and she had yet to get her solid proof. Until then it wasn’t like she could just insist he was cheating and stomp away. She’d feel like an idiot if she were wrong.

She scowled in disgust and hurried up the stairs to her room. She carelessly stripped and threw her clothing on the floor, and then walked into her private bathroom and turned the shower on. ‘It’s not like he deserves me or anything,’ she thought flinching as icy water hit her, and then slowly warmed against her skin. ‘We’ve been together off and on for what…a decade? He still hasn’t proposed. What’s the problem here?’

Bulma quickly washed and jumped out of the shower, wrapping in a towel. Might as well ride out the relationship and see where it went. It’s not like she had the time to find a new man or the inclination. Yamcha was at least comfortable, she thought pulling out a skimpy black dress and expensive black pumps.

***
An hour later she was, tapping those very same black pumps, waiting impatiently for him at his door. She was beginning to wonder if ‘comfortable’ was good criteria for a boyfriend. Why wasn’t he answering? Of all nights for him to forget! He was supposed to be cooking for her for Kami’s sake! She was about to leave when he quickly threw open the door, looking rather tousled. “Bulma, sweetheart! Sorry I almost didn’t hear you over the sink running. What can I do for you?” he asked sweetly.

She gaped at him, “Are you serious? You told me to come over for dinner tonight.” She scowled, “Of course you forgot…you always forget. I swear Yamcha,” she grumbled and pushed past him.

He protested, “Of course I didn’t forget…this is just a really a bad time for me. We had a long practice at the field today and I just got home. I haven’t had time to cook anything.”

She frowned at his excuse. First he greets her with a surprised look and then says he knew she was coming. Couldn’t he get his story straight? “Fine Yamcha, get cleaned up and we’ll just go out tonight.” She stomped into the living room, thoroughly pissed, and slumped onto the couch.

He rubbed the back of his head and smiled nervously, “S-sure thing Bulma. Just give five minutes and I’ll be ready.” He hurried out of the room when she only grunted in response.

This was too much really. Bulma knew she was a pushover when it came to her long-time boyfriend, but it was starting to get old. It’s not like she wasn’t a prime catch. She was the wealthiest woman in the city and very likely the most intelligent. Bulma wouldn’t say that she was the most beautiful woman in the city, but she certainly held her own, especially with her rather exotic coloring. Cerulean colored hair wasn’t something one sees everyday after all.

As the minutes dragged on she started to get even more impatient and stood to go see what was taking so long. It wasn’t like she would see anything she hadn’t seen before after all. After ten years together, they’d had their share of wild nights. She stopped at the door of his bedroom when she heard him talking. Maybe he was on the phone? “I’m sorry but I have to go babe. It’s an important meeting, but I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he murmured softly beyond the door.

“What in the Hell?” she murmured to herself.

“A meeting Yamcha? But what about our plans?” a soft female voice asked.

“I know darling but I can’t get out of this one,” he reassured whoever it was in there with him. Bulma’s eyes narrowed to furious slits. Can’t get out of this one huh? Wanna bet? She spun around on her expensive designer pumps and stormed from Yamcha’s house, not stopping until she was flinging open the door of her black BMW. Yamcha came running out, confusion written all over his face, “Babe? Where are you going?”

She paused, one long, shapely leg already in the car, “Fuck you Yamcha! Don’t give me that ‘Babe, where are you going’ crap,” she ground out furiously. “Why don’t you go back inside and tell your little whore that your filthy rich girlfriend of a decade just dumped your ass? Too bad, so sad, I’ll send flowers,” she snarled, her stunning face contorted with fury. Bulma threw her purse into the car and climbed in. She slammed the door so hard the window rattled and Yamcha jumped back, eyes wide with shock. She furiously started the car and peeled out down his driveway and out into the street, leaving him in a cloud of rocks and dirt.

Bulma swerved into her circular drive, narrowly missing a $100,000 fountain and flung the door open, thoroughly scaring the young man that had come out to park her car. She paced back and forth as he quickly climbed into the car and drove away, not eager to find out just how angry his employer was. “Fuck!” she screamed at no one in particular and flung her purse. The contents spilled out across the grass at the feet of the last man she wanted to see, aside from Yamcha that is.

Vegeta regarded the mess at his feet then looked at the clearly furious female a few feet away. He’d come out of the gravity chamber when he’d heard the telltale screech of Bulma’s ‘angry driving’. He kind of got at kick out of seeing her pissed, especially at him. From the looks of it someone had pushed every one of her buttons that night. He couldn’t remember her ever looking so furious. “Who put your panties in a wad?” he asked, his eyebrow arched curiously.

She clenched her fists at her sides and worked her jaw, trying desperately not to shriek when she spoke. “Not that it’s any of your damn business but that fuck I’ve been dating for nearly half of my life decided one woman wasn’t enough.”

He snorted, “I could have told you that six months ago woman. His smell has changed eight different times in that period. Didn’t you notice?” he asked arrogantly.

Her breath rushed out of her like she’d been hit in the belly. Face falling, she turned and asked softly, “Eight times?” He’d cheated on her at least eight times and she’d never caught him? Of course she wouldn’t notice his smell as Vegeta suggested, she was human, but surely he would have slipped up big a few times. Besides a few mis-mentioned pieces of jewelry…how had he hidden it so well? She put her hand to her forehead…of course…she barely saw him. She was so wrapped up in work, now that she was CEO of the company; he didn’t need to try very hard to hide any part of his life from her. Beautiful young women surrounded Yamcha constantly. It was expected in his line of work for women to hover around him. He was an athlete. How could she have been so very stupid and blind?

Vegeta watched the rapid flicker of emotions run over the woman’s face, unsure what to do. She’d been burning mad only moments ago and now she was clearly fighting tears. Her bottom lip had begun to tremble and she had clenched her eyes shut. He’d seen thousands, maybe millions of women crying right before he annihilated them, they haunted his dreams, but the sight of this woman fighting tears made his stomach clench. Out of the millions of women he’d seen in his life, this was the only one that seemed to be able to touch him in anyway…it infuriated him. How could a single inferior female like this human make him feel so weak and useless? Perhaps it was because in some ways she was very much like a Sayian female, strong and fiercely intelligent. It was painful to see such a magnificent creature brought low by one stupid, weak fool. She deserved so much better. She deserved passion and a strong male at her side. As he stood staring dumbly at her trembling body, he realized he would give anything to have a mate like her.

He stepped closer to her, flinching as she stiffened. He didn’t blame her; it’s not like he’d been anything but cruel to her during their short acquaintance. “Woman?” he queried softly in that wonderfully growling voice he used when he wasn’t screaming at her. “Is he worth your tears?”

“No,” she said in a soft, trembling murmur. “I’m not crying over the loss so much, as I’m crying over my stupidity. How could I have been so fucking blind? I saw the signs…but I didn’t see the real truth,” she whispered.

“Do you really think feeling sorry for your self will help a thing?” he asked cruelly. He didn’t like the way she was making him feel; weak and useless. He needed to piss her off and find the fire he was used to…he could handle that.

Predictably her eyes flared and she slapped him, “What do you know about love Vegeta? Nothing, so back the fuck off!” she screamed furiously.

He ignored her attack, a mere tap compared to attacks he’d received over the years. “Ah what pretty language,” he purred. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” He grabbed her wrist as she brought her hand up for another attack, clearing not seeing the danger she was courting. Typically her actions would have gotten her incinerated on the spot. He must be getting soft, he thought. “I may not know love like you do, but I know what really matters. I know that you’re a beautiful, intelligent woman who should use men like that fool for a doormat. On this world you are a like a Queen and he is simply one of your many servants. He is beneath you Woman, don’t you forget that.” He released her arm when she didn’t respond. He turned and walked away, leaving her staring blankly at his retreating back.

She shook her head numbly at his words. Had Vegeta just said something nice to her? She could scarcely believe what he’d said, but called out to him anyway as he stepped into the gravity chamber across the yard. “Vegeta!” He turned and raised an eyebrow at her in question. “Thank you,” she murmured. His sensitive hearing easily plucked up her soft words and he nodded before disappearing into the chamber. As the door to the chamber slid shut Bulma sighed and bent to pick up her purse and all of the cards and make-up that had spread over the grass. What a night.

***

Strangely, after Vegeta’s words, the idea of sobbing into her pillow and spending a week in her pajamas in front of her TV didn’t sound all that appealing. That was her typical routine when she and Yamcha had a falling out, so a full-blown break up should have sent her into couch potato mode for sure. Instead she spent her days by the pool reading and her evenings working in her lab, trying to reconstruct the material Vegeta used for armor. Between the two activities she had a fairly satisfying week, nearly forgetting all about the man who’d wasted ten years of her youth. Of course he’d called once, trying to apologize and explain that it was his cousin visiting. She’d calmly listened to his explanation and then just as calmly hung up the phone without so much as a ‘goodbye’.

Vegeta’s words also reminded her of something else. She really was a good catch and just hadn’t let other men have a chance with her. It was then that she actually really noticed that men stared at her when she strode by, no matter what she was wearing at the time. It was thrilling and more then a little gratifying. On the whole she was feeling rather smug after only two weeks as a single woman. It was in that particular mood Vegeta found her in one lovely afternoon after a particularly good shopping trip.

She slid from her car and winked at the flushed car attendant, waving him away, before strutting over to the gravity chamber. Vegeta was leaning against the building, likely waiting for her to return with food. He smirked slightly, “You’re certainly feeling your oats today woman. What’s gotten into you?” he asked as she stopped in front of him and grinned.

“Why you of course,” she replied with a wide teasing smile.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked sexily. “Me? Have I been fucking you in my sleep then? That would explain your unusual glow I suppose.”

She laughed and swatted him playfully on the shoulder, “I wish.” She spread her arms wide, “No you’ve freed me Vegeta.”

He ignored her first comment, realizing she was simply flirting with him and moved on the next. “Freed you? Well that’s a new one,” he snorted. “Can’t say I’ve ever freed anyone.”

She sighed and dropped her arms. “Well you did with me. What you said that night made me realize that I don’t need Yamcha. There are plenty of perfectly good men around and they all want me. It’s glorious,” she sighed happily.

He snorted, “Isn’t that nice. Funny your smell is the same…they must not want all of you, hmm?”

She scowled lightly. “I won’t screw just any guy that crosses my path Vegeta. I do have some standards at least,” she said with a slight smile. “Now how about you get cleaned up and I’ll take you to dinner. With Mom and Dad out of town for a month, I’m afraid you’re stuck with my cooking. We all know how well that goes.”

He snorted, “I’d rather die a slow and painful death.”

“Gee thanks Vegeta,” she said with a playful smile. “Now go shower and meet me out here when you’re ready. I’m hungry!”

He grunted and wandered into the house, astonished at the change in the woman. She was more confident than ever. Ordering him about so sweetly confirmed that. Normally she’d just scream at him, and then scream some more when he ignored her. He kind of missed the screaming woman, but this sexy, confident one wasn’t a bad replacement.

***

Bulma grinned across the table at her somewhat reluctant dinner partner. Vegeta wasn’t overly fond of public places, so she was a little surprised she’d gotten him to come. Despite that she was thrilled he had agreed. It hadn’t taken her long to discover that the homicidal maniac living in her house was also a rather lonely, troubled young man. She could only imagine what Freeza had done to Vegeta over the long years of service he’d endured. Bulma truly wanted to be his friend and try to heal some of the gaping wounds the cruel lizard had left deep in Vegeta’s soul. She decided getting him away from training and isolation was a fair start. Strangely he didn’t seem to mind her company in the least, though it had taken nearly the full year to build up that relationship. Typically he just impatiently tolerated anyone else that came near him. It was gratifying to know that she had gained the sexy Sayian’s trust, if only a small part of it.

As they ate she asked him politely how his training had been progressing. Most of his responses were a grunt or a simple yes or no, until she asked him about becoming the Legendary. He sighed and frowned, muttering something about ‘nosy woman,’ before responding. “I haven’t reached it if that’s what you want to know,” he growled. “That damned Kakkarot can do it as easily as he can blink, but the Prince of all Sayians can’t even come close. I don’t understand the key to it yet and I certainly won’t ask some third class imbecile.”

“There’s a key to it?” she asked curiously.

“Of course,” he snorted as if it were obvious. “To become the Legendary you have to open up a door to your hidden power, but it isn’t like I can just knock and ask to come in,” he said shoving a hunk of beef into his mouth and chewing angrily. She thought about his response carefully for the rest of dinner, allowing him to finally eat in peace. Surely she could find this ‘key’; she was a genius after all.

***

Bulma sighed in exasperation and threw her pen down, “I don’t have the faintest idea what it is.” She scowled at her calculations and rubbed her eyes. “I thought I was supposed to be some kind of genius,” she grumbled.

“What’s up Bulma?” asked a familiar cheery voice.

She spun and laughed happily. “Goku!” she cried launching herself into his arms. “Where have you been? I missed you!”

He hugged her gently, always aware of his strength, and laughed, “I was training with King Kai for a while. I sure learned a lot…it was great! I’m glad to be home though. I really missed Chi and Gohan.” He grinned happily and peered over her shoulder at her work, “Am I interrupting?”

She glanced at the mess on her desk and scowled, “Oh, no. I was just trying to figure out the key to the Legendary for Vegeta. I’m not getting anywhere with it. I don’t think I’ll be able to help at all. I just wanted to do something for him so badly.”

He nodded seriously, “He has to learn for himself I’m afraid, though I think you’ll be surprised just how much you’ll help him to attain Super Sayian. When he figures out the key I think you’ll understand what I mean.”

“When he finds it?” she asked in surprise. “You’re being awfully cryptic today Goku. Do you know something I don’t know?”

“Yes,” he said with a smile.

“What is it?” she asked leaning in for the answer.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You have pen on your nose.”

She blinked then whacked him on the shoulder, “Son Goku! Don’t tease me like that. I know a dodged answer when I hear one!” She licked her hand and rubbed her nose. “I’ll just trust that you know what’s coming and you’d let me know what it is if it’s important.” He grinned and nodded. “Now Goku, what can I do for you today or is this just a social call?”

He sighed and shook his head sadly. “Actually I heard about Yamcha and I wanted to see how you were doing. It’s been about a month now hasn’t it?” he asked in concern.

She sighed and nodded, “Afraid so. I just can’t believe I let it go on for so long. Vegeta said he smelled eight different women on Yamcha. Can you believe that? I wish Vegeta would have told me months ago.” She sighed, “Oh well. I suppose it wasn’t going anywhere anyway. I don’t think he ever planned on asking me to marry him Goku. I guess this is a good chance for me to get out more and meet other men.”

“Have you met any other men?” Goku asked hesitantly. He suddenly looked a little worried.

She eyed him, “Not any that I want to date.” What was up with him? “I did go out to dinner with Vegeta a few times, but that was only because Mom isn’t around to cook for him. I thought he might enjoy the occasional non-take out meal.”

Goku grinned excitedly, “That’s great! I think that going to dinner with Vegeta is a great idea.” He sighed happily, “That’s just great!”

“Great,” she muttered. She was beginning to wonder if being dead had scrambled Goku’s already muddled head. “Are you okay Goku?” she asked putting her hand on his forehead.

He grinned and rubbed the back of his head nervously, “Of course Bulma! I’m just glad you’re getting out. Vegeta needs to get out too you know. I mean he doesn’t really have any friends…so I thought maybe you could be his friend….” he trailed off.

She smiled at the goofy, clearly nervous young man and shrugged, “Sure. I mean he’s not a bad guy…well I mean he’s done some pretty nasty things, but deep down I think he’s a pretty decent man. I think his heart is at least in the right place now, even if he does want to destroy you as soon as he’s strong enough,” she clarified.

Goku laughed, “I don’t think he’ll want to get rid of me even if he does become stronger. If he gets stronger what would be the point of getting rid of a perfectly good sparring partner?”

She shook her head, smiling, “I suppose so.”

He smiled and sighed, “Well if you’re sure you’re okay, I think I’ll get home. Chi is making lunch and I don’t want to miss out on that. Gohan is going to eat us out of house and home. He’s growing so fast.”

She smiled faintly, feeling a strange clench in her stomach. She loved the little demi-Sayian like he was her own, but the fact was, he wasn’t. In the past few years she’d to realize that children were getting further and further out of her reach. With Yamcha out of the picture she could almost her the door slam shut on that part of her future.

“Bulma?” Goku asked reaching out to her as her face fell slightly. “Did I say something wrong…I didn’t mean to.”

She leaned her forehead against his hard chest, “I don’t know Goku…I just wanted children you know? I envy you and Chichi a little.”

He wrapped his arms around her and sighed, “Don’t give up hope yet Bulma. You don’t know what your future holds.” He decided now was definitely not the right time to tell her the Chi was pregnant again. Later would really be best.

She smiled and pulled back to look up at him. “What a nice thing to say Goku.” She sighed and pushed away from him. “Well you get home to your family Goku. I don’t want you to forfeit your lunch to the belly of a growing boy.” He grinned and moved away. With a final wave he blinked out.

A few minutes later Vegeta stomped in, startling her from her work once again. “Where is he? I felt that third class idiot nearby,” he growled.


She sighed and turned to stand, “He left. He just wanted to check on me.”

He sniffed and eyed her, a strange look on his face. Vegeta almost looked jealous. How curious. “Is that all? His smell is all over you.”

She flushed and frowned, “It isn’t like that with Goku. He just hugged me. Besides he’s married to Chichi. No matter how lonely I get I’d never turn to a married man.”

He looked at her skeptically, “How could a woman with so many friends be lonely?”

She sighed, “I don’t know…I’ve just been thinking that I wish I could have had a normal relationship…maybe some kids.” She shook her head, “I’m sorry, you probably wouldn’t understand.”

He frowned, “Why wouldn’t I understand? To a Sayian nothing is more important than his mate and offspring, except for maybe fighting.”

“Mate?” she asked in surprised. She couldn’t really see Vegeta as a loving family man; maybe an amazing lover…but not a family man. “Isn’t that kind of impersonal? I mean ‘mate’?”

He grunted and crossed his arms over his wide chest, “Hardly. Our mates are very important. It’s far more important that the silly title of wife or husband! All it takes for you to get rid of a mate here is a piece of paper. For a Sayian to separate from a mate one of them has to die.”

She stared at him in shock, “Die? I don’t understand. Why can’t you just go your separate ways?”

He sighed and rolled his eyes, “Didn’t Kakkarot ever explain it to you?” She continued to look at him blankly. Vegeta started to look a little annoyed at her blank responses. “Didn’t his mate show you the mark on her neck?”

Her face cleared a bit and she frowned softly. “Chichi does have a crescent shaped scar on her neck, but I never asked her about it. I mean she was one of the strongest women in the world, at one point, and fought in several tournaments. I just figured she got it in one of her battles.”

He snorted, “Kakkarot gave that to his woman, very likely the day they ‘married.’ It’s something we do the first time we are intimate with our mates, and we often repeat it later during really, really great sex,” he murmured with a soft, sexy smile that made Bulma blush lightly. “I would imagine that he bit her as he was climaxing, without even realizing what he was doing.”

“Why would he do such a thing?” she gasped in horror and embarrassment. It wasn’t that she didn’t think Goku was attractive. He was very attractive, but she had never really thought of the big man in the sexual sense. She especially couldn’t imagine him ever biting Chichi. “He’s normally so gentle.”

He sighed and rubbed his head, “Because that’s what we do. We mark our mates and receive their blood to create a strong mental and physical bond. No doubt you’ve noticed that I can communicate with Kakkarot in my mind.” She nodded and he continued, “That natural link becomes even stronger between mates, so strong it’s almost as though our thoughts merge. So as I’m sure you can now imagine it is very painful to be separated in anyway from one’s mate for an extended period. Mates even had to be sent on missions together if it was for an extended period of time.”

She stared, mouth open slightly, “So a Sayian man is completely faithful to his ‘mate’?” She sank onto her desk slowly. To marry a man that would never stray, who would understand your every need and desire…how would it be?

He frowned, “Of course. It couldn’t be any other way.” He stepped closer, his frown fading slowly as he practically saw the wheels turning in her head. Vegeta admitted quite easily that he’d considered the woman as a potential mate. There weren’t any Sayian females left, so another species of female would have to do. And she would do very nicely. “Interested?” he asked with a small smile.

She flushed and looked away, missing the seriousness in his voice. “Of course I am. What woman wouldn’t be?”

He stepped even closer, crowding into her personal space like he belonged there. Suddenly she could smell him and feel the raw masculine power the radiated from a man like Vegeta…a man born to rule an entire planet…even the universe. She would have thought that after spending hours training he’d reek. Yamcha always had, horribly. But Vegeta smelled warm, a little spicy. She felt her cheeks heat…though why they did she wasn’t immediately certain.

“Are you sure about that woman?” he asked softly, his dark eyes glittering softly as he looked down into her wide blue ones.

“W-what?” she mumbled in flustered confusion.

“Are you sure you’re truly interested?” he rumbled. “Sayians aren’t gentle Bulma.”

She shivered at his rare use of her name, unable to control her body’s reaction to his soft warm words and the smell of his body. A slow, warm throb started low in her groin and her cheeks flusher brighter. “Vegeta…” she murmured in confusion as he stepped between her legs, making her suddenly very aware that she’d chosen a short light skirt that morning. Her silky thong and his spandex were the only thing keeping this encounter even remotely decent. Had she just agreed to become his mate? Oddly she didn’t care what the answer was and that should have frightened her; she typically kept a tight reign on her emotions and impulses.

“Yes woman?” he murmured leaning against her, pressing her into the desk strewn with papers, pictures and calculations. He gripped her hips firmly and flexed slowly against her groin, leaning over further to nip at her arched neck. It would be so very easy to just take her now, make her his mate. The temptation was nearly impossible to ignore. A warm body welcoming him inside, a tender mind healing his many scars, and sharp wit to challenge him every day. He flexed his hips again, grinding his swelling arousal into her delicate, feminine flesh. Very tempting indeed.

He opened his mouth wide against her neck, his warm, moist breath making her shiver. One little bite and he could lose himself in her forever. That thought was interrupted rather abruptly as his heated brain finally realized what he was looking at over the woman’s shoulder. He rose up frowning slightly in confusion. Scattered all around the panting female were photos of himself and calculations labeled ‘Legendary/Vegeta’. “What is this woman?” he barked roughly.

She blinked slowly, barely even able to form a coherent thought after Vegeta’s rather abrupt attack on her senses, “What…” she mumbled.

He grabbed up a calculation sheet, “This,” he grunted.

She blinked again and rubbed her face, realizing the mood had been lost. She pushed him away from her body and tugged her skirt down as he continued to wait for her answer. “You told me there was a key to becoming the Legendary, so I thought I’d help you try to find it,” she muttered, regretting the loss of the moment they’d been sharing.

“And?” he asked softly, almost hopefully.

“I don’t know what it is,” she sighed. “I’ve been working on it for weeks and nothing.” He looked a little deflated and dropped the paper on the desk. She shook her head, “Goku said I would help you very much in achieving the Legendary status and that you’d eventually find it…but he refused to tell me the key.”

He didn’t look happy that Goku knew he hadn’t achieved his goal, but he didn’t blow up like she’d expected. “I suppose the boy from the future told him,” he grunted thoughtfully. He sighed and turned to leave, “Thank you for all you have done for me Woman.” He left the room, leaving her feeling very much alone and cold.

***