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Endlessly	By : Froglady15 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10

Bulma followed Vegeta through the palace hallways. She had a hard time keeping up with his quick pace. From what she could tell, the palace was beautiful. It was all done in white marble; floors, walls, everything. She didn't have time to take in much though. They wandered this way and that till Bulma was sure she would never be able to find her way back.

They finally stopped at a huge set of doors. Vegeta opened them and it revealed a whole new hallway. "This is the Royal wing," he announced as they walked through the doors and started down another hallway. They finally made it to the end and followed the hallway to the right and there was a last set of doors on the end. "These are my personal quarters, this is where you will stay," he said, turning to look at Bulma.

Bulma smiled shyly back at him. For some reason she was really nervous. She knew she was being silly. After all, they had spent every night together since he had taken her from the tavern. She followed him into his room. It was huge! The floor was made of black marble and had a royal blue area rug in the entry way. The walls were also a deep royal blue. It made the atmosphere of the room very dark and dramatic. Bulma smirked to herself thinking that it suited the Prince perfectly.

"Kakarott, wait outside. I won't be long. Then you will escort Bulma to the seamstress to have some clothes made." Vegeta said to the younger Saiyan.

"Sure thing, Vegeta!" Kakarott replied closing the door behind him.

Vegeta walked to the window and pulled back the thick blue curtains letting the natural light into the room, revealing beautiful mountainous scenery beyond the palace.

"Wow! This is absolutely beautiful!" Bulma exclaimed, walking to the window to get a better look. Next to her was a door leading off into a balcony. Vegeta opened it for her. There was a table and chairs and a small couch there. She walked out and onto the balcony and looked out at the beautiful scenery before her.

"I like to come out here and think." Vegeta said coming up behind her and putting his arms around her waist.

Bulma leaned back against him, loving the close contact. She needed that reassurance after listening to him talk to his father about her like she was nothing more than an acquired object. "I can see why. It's gorgeous and peaceful," she said.

"Hmmn," he replied taking in her scent. "You did well."

"Did I?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and turning to look at him.

"You did," he confirmed, lowering his head against the side of her face.

"I didn't offend anyone?" she had asked, confused. She was worried at his father's reaction to her looking him in the eye.

"No." Vegeta said, shaking his head chuckling at the memory of his father's reaction. If only she were a Saiyan, he thought to himself. He knew his father would have taken an instant liking to her if she were. It didn't matter that in spirit she was like a Saiyan. His father would never respect her or see her as anything else but a mere pleasure slave. "For future reference though, if you do find yourself in his presence, be submissive around him. Do not give him any reason to think you need to be brought in line. Especially if by chance I am not with you. I will do everything I can to ensure that you are never alone with him. But in the event that it might happen, just act like a beaten down slave. He may spare you. He gets great satisfaction in breaking down slaves; especially women. He likes to see how long their spirit lasts and then disposes of them once he has broken them."

Bulma nodded. She didn't even want him to elaborate on that. "Speaking of which, don't you have to go meet him right away?"

"I do," he grumbled. He was not looking forward to it. He would much rather postpone the meeting with his father and escort Bulma around the palace himself, but that didn't seem to be an option. He knew he could trust Kakarott to look after her; however he would be much more comfortable doing it himself. "Go with Kakarott. I will try to be as quick as I can. Once you are done with the seamstress, Kakarott will take you to meet Bardock in the science lab. Take your capsules and show him what they can do. I will meet you there."

"Alright. Sounds like a plan." Bulma nodded.

Vegeta kissed the back of her neck and let her go. He headed back inside and pointed to the left. "My bedroom is in there, and beyond that is the washroom. I will see you later on. Do not leave Kakarott's side." he warned.

"I won't." she nodded following him back to the door.

"Take her to Amira and remain there until she is done," he instructed Kakarott. "After which, bring her to your father's lab. I will meet up with you there. She is not to leave your sight."

"You got it, Vegeta." Kakarott replied.

Vegeta gave Bulma one last look and then left.

"Well, let's go get you some new clothes, Bulma!" Kakarott said with a childish grin.

"This should be fun! I always love expanding my wardrobe!" Bulma replied, following the tall Saiyan down the long hallway. She followed him for a few minutes down the halls. She had time to take in some of the architecture. There were many paintings and statues. She assumed of past kings and queens.

She stopped to look at one such painting of a small family of three. She spotted Vegeta right away. He couldn't have been any more than five or six years old judging by his size. She recognized the King as well. He looked exactly the same, scowl and all. She looked at the woman in the picture who she assumed was the Queen. She was absolutely beautiful. She was tall, almost as tall as the King; very regal with long black hair down to her waist and large full red lips. She seemed a bit more delicate than what Asia had looked. Asia had been strikingly beautiful, but there was no doubt to her strength. This woman looked very feminine in comparison. As she looked closely at her she could see some features in her that Vegeta had inherited. He had her eyes.

"That's the Royal Family." Kakarott said, noticing that Bulma had stopped.

"Your queen is beautiful." Bulma commented.

"She is no longer with us," Kakarott said awkwardly looking at the floor.

"Oh.." Bulma mumbled. She hadn't known. Or she knew something had happened judging by the way Vegeta had reacted when she had asked him about his parents once. "What happened to her?"

"Vegeta didn't tell you?" Kakarott asked.

"No," she said, still studying the picture on the wall. "Well, I asked him about his parents once and he got really defensive."

"Oh. Well, I don't know it's something I'm allowed to tell you about but she died giving birth to Vegeta's little brother."

"Awe. That's terrible!" Bulma exclaimed. "Wait, Vegeta never said anything about having a little brother."

"He died a few days after the queen passed," Kakarott said, looking at the picture of the Royal Family. "Both Vegeta and the King took it really hard."

"Well who wouldn't?"

"The king never really recovered from her loss. He just became a bitter angry tyrant after that," Kakarott explained. "It wasn't long after her death that he sent Vegeta away to serve under Lord Frieza. Either because he wasn't thinking straight or because he thought the Queen had coddled him too much. All I do know is that had the queen still been alive, she would have never allowed that to happen to her son."

"No mother would be okay with sending their own son to live with an evil tyrant," Bulma said shaking her head. No wonder Vegeta was so angry. "How old was he when this picture was done?"

"About six?" Kakarott guessed.

"He's adorable," Bulma said, giggling to herself looking at the miniature version of the prince. He was so small and wore a scowl that matched his father's perfectly. She noted the bangs he had that had obviously receded as he started to mature. He didn't have them anymore.

"Don't tell him that." Kakarott said with a smirk. "Come on, we have to get you to the seamstress." he said continuing down the hallway.

It didn't take long for them to get there. They were greeted by a tall slender woman who was obviously not a Saiyan. She had tan skin with what looked like scales covering her whole body, giving her a pink sheen over the tan when the light bounced off her skin and she had long white hair.

"This is Bulma, Prince Vegeta's royal concubine. He had asked that I bring her here for you to fit her with an appropriate wardrobe." Kakarott said.

"My name is Amira," the woman greeted with a smile. "I will be honored to build a wardrobe for the prince's concubine! Please, come with me." she said, taking Bulma's hand and leading her into her work area.

"I will wait here." Kakarott said, taking a seat up front.

"Let's have you measured, dear," Amira said, grabbing something that looked like a measuring tape. She quickly took some measurements and jotted them down. "My goodness you are tiny and delicate," she noted. "How has the Prince not managed to break you in half?"

Bulma blushed at what the woman was implying. "Well, he's very cautious, I guess," she said, not sure what she should or shouldn't say to her.

"Saiyan men are never cautious or gentle in their mating habits," Amira said looking at Bulma suspiciously. "You obviously haven't been together intimately yet then, have you?"

If Bulma thought she was blushing before, she certainly was now. She was bright red from her forehead to her feet.

Bulma's lack of response and deeper blushing answered the question for her. "Why has he not taken you yet, girl?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know," Bulma said, shrugging. In truth, she really didn't know. Sure he had respected her wishes to not pursue anything further that first night they were together, but that didn't mean she wasn't open to it ever. "I don't really know what his plans are for me. He only told me that I was to be his Royal Concubine and that's all I know."

"I see," Amira said, raising an eyebrow. "That is very strange indeed, but ultimately to your advantage. Saiyan males are extremely rough. Some girls don't last a full night. No matter, I will whip you up some ensembles that will make it impossible for him to keep his hands off you!" she said, grabbing a pile of books and placing them on a table. "Go through these; let me know which ones you like. I can have them made fairly quickly. Which colors do you like? I can get started finding fabric."

"I like pretty much every color." Bulma said, grabbing the first book in the pile and started flipping through it, trying to get her mind off the disturbing picture Amira had just given her. Maybe that's why Vegeta hadn't done anything with her? In which case, she was thankful.

"With your coloring, I think royal blue will really make your eyes and hair stand out. And royal blue happens to be the prince's favorite color," she said, heading back to Bulma with a few color swatches for her to choose from.

With fabric and designs to choose from, Bulma was in fashion heaven!

Vegeta didn't bother knocking when he reached his father's private study room. He just wanted to get this over and done with and get back to Bulma.

"You wished to see me, Father?" he greeted, taking a seat across the desk from the king.

"We have much to discuss, son," the king replied, putting down some papers and folding his arms, looking down at his son.

"So let's get on with it then." Vegeta grumbled.

"Why? So you can go back to playing with your new toy?" The king smirked. "Just where did you manage to find her? I have never seen a woman with that coloring before, she is absolutely stunning."

"It does not matter where she is from or where I found her, she is mine to do with as I please. That will be the end of it." Vegeta growled. It worried him that his father seemed to have such an interest in Bulma already.

"Very well, my son. Just make sure you do not accidentally take her as a mate or bond with her," his father warned sternly. "It has happened before. Keep her for a few months and then set her aside. And most importantly, never get her with child."

Vegeta rolled his eyes at his father's counsel. None of that was any of his business. If he wanted to take Bulma as his mate one day, he would and he most certainly would not be setting her aside anytime soon. It was then that the thought of even having to do such a thing bothered him more than he would have liked. "I'm not an idiot." he replied.

"Well, just ensure it never happens. In the meantime, enjoy yourself. I remember my first concubine. To this day she was the best I ever had," his father said with a far off look. "I put her down when the time was right. I expect you to do the same."

"Enough about her," Vegeta growled "I did not come here to discuss my concubine or your past conquests."

"Fair enough, son," the king nodded. "You are aware, however, that Asia is extremely displeased with you taking a bed slave."

"Whether I take a concubine or not should be no concern of hers."

"Son, please just try to somewhat remain on her good side," the king said with a heavy sigh. "If you two are to be mated you at least have to be able to stand to be around one another."

"I will not be taking her as my mate. Not now, not ever," Vegeta said with gritted teeth. How many times did he have to have this conversation with his father?

"I do not understand your objection to her. She is the strongest female warrior on the planet. Not to mention she is very beautiful. She would make a fine queen. You wouldn't even have to worry about the approval of the elders." his father replied.

"I cannot stand to be around her. She is manipulative and conniving." Vegeta snapped. "I will not be mated to someone I cannot trust."

"Think of how powerful any potential heirs of yours might be."

"As you said so yourself, father, if I am to have a mate, it has to be someone I can stand to be around. As it so happens I cannot stand to be around her or her father for that matter. I do not trust either of them." Vegeta replied.

"And what have they done to make you feel this way?" the king asked.

"It does not matter!" Vegeta said, agitatedly. "I will not be choosing her, end of story. If you think she is so wonderful, why do you not take her for yourself and spare me the never ending annoyance."

"Vegeta, you need to take a mate soon," the king sighed, trying so hard to reason with his son. "I cannot take a mate at this point. You are next to take the throne. It would not make sense for me to do as such right now. However, if I did not have you, I would have taken her as my mate."

"I will take a mate when I decide to take one. And it will be one of my own choosing for my own reasons." Vegeta said. "Not some conniving bitch that you and everyone else has chosen for me."

"Vegeta, there is no one else that would be appropriate." the king objected.

"In your opinion." Vegeta retorted.

"Very well, is there another that has caught your interest then?" the king asked.

Yes, but I cannot have her at the moment. She would be perfect, Vegeta thought to himself, wishing that he could just tell his father that he had chosen Bulma already, in his mind anyway. It was a done deal. He just had to wait for the right moment. At this point, only fessing up to that would put her life in danger. "No, father. There is no one else," he replied instead.

"Then as long as there are no other appropriate candidates to be considered, Asia will be your mate. I have already informed her that it is your right to take a concubine. She is not happy about it, but will get used to that I'm sure, just be sure to find some time to spend with her and smooth this all over." the king said.

Vegeta grit his teeth together to keep from having an outburst. There was no way in hell Asia would ever be his mate; even if Bulma wasn't in the picture. He would rather die without an heir to the throne than to be mated with her.

"If this is all you brought me here to discuss, I shall be leaving. I have other things to tend to." Vegeta said, changing the subject.

"I'm sure you do," the king said with a glint in his eye that disgusted Vegeta. "On the matter of transporting weapons to the planet Alger in time before Lord Frieza arrives; I am afraid we have made no lead way with that. You had mentioned that you may have a solution. Did you happen to have a chance to look into that on your travels?"

"I did, father. It was a large reason for my trip as well as to gather the rest of that steel alloy." Vegeta replied, glad for the change in subject. He was leery of mentioning Bulma's part in it. The less interest his father had in her, the better. But he didn't know how else to tell him about this amazing technology. Also, he was very proud of her. It wouldn't be fair to take all the credit on her designs.

"Do tell, my son."

"As you well know, I stumbled upon Bulma on our travels. On our first encounter she had told me about a certain technology in which she and her father were the designers on her home planet. Her planet has since been purged by the Ice-jin for reasons unknown. In any case, she told me of something called capsulation technology. You can easily store and transport large items in one of these capsules."

"Interesting." the king mumbled. "Why did you not tell me of this sooner?"

"I wasn't sure if it were possible to do such a thing. I wanted Bardock's opinion first. In case it proved to not be possible." Vegeta replied.

"And what did Bardock have to say about this?"

"He thought it was an excellent idea, but had no idea how to replicate such a thing. He wanted more information on this so called capsule technology. It was then that I decided to bring her back with me on my return trip from gathering the alloy."

"Did you have her demonstrate this capsulation method?" the king asked, intrigued by such a thing.

"I did. It proved to be as miraculous as what she had said. I brought her with us to the dead planet and we stored all of our findings with her capsules. I have reason to believe that we could have easily stored more."

"Hmmmn," the king mumbled, thinking to himself. "And she is willing to share this technology with us?" he asked skeptically.

"She is more than willing." Vegeta nodded. "The Ice-jin destroyed her home planet. She wants revenge on them. They sold her as a slave. Their overlooking her brilliant mind is their loss and our gain. I believe she will be a great asset to our science and technology department in our fight against them. If for no other reason, her hatred for them will fuel her along."

"An alien pleasure slave in the science department?! Have you lost your mind, boy?" the king exclaimed in outrage. "Who is this girl that she has bewitched you into even thinking that would be a good idea?"

"I can assure you, father, she has not bewitched me." Vegeta replied, angrily. He hated when his father called him Boy. "She can aid Bardock in replicating these capsules for our benefit. She has mentioned other ideas as well that we could use to advance some of our current weapons, ships and armor. She has demonstrated a vast knowledge in these things. She was the one who landed our ship. She apparently was one of the engineers for her father's company. She built and designed ships among many other things." Vegeta explained to his father, wanting so bad for him to see what an asset Bulma could be for them. She was so much more than just a simple bed slave.

"You let her fly your ship?" the king asked skeptically.

"I did, father. Yes." Vegeta nodded.

"And why would you allow such a thing? She is a slave. You do not allow slaves such freedoms! What if she had decided to crash it with you and Kakarott inside? Then where would I be? You are my one and only Heir!" the king ranted angrily.

"I can assure you, father. She has no ill will or malice towards Kakarott or myself. She trusts us." Vegeta replied, not understanding why his father was so upset. He had found a brilliant woman who could be key to helping them finally gain their freedom from the Ice-jin and his father was acting like he had brought home the plague.

"Not that you know of! Son, you cannot put your trust in a slave. A woman bed slave at that! Boy, I have seen many good men come to ruin by getting too comfortable with their bed slaves. They always regret it," the king counseled.

"That will not happen." Vegeta said confidently.

"Be sure that it doesn't." the King said looking warily at his son. "I understand you may be enamored with the girl. She is gorgeous and she is your first. But do not lose sight of the fact that she is still only a bed slave and nothing more. She cannot be anything more to you than that. If she is, then put her down now and be done with it."

"It is not like that." Vegeta lied. "Your worries are unfounded. I only acquired her a week ago."

"All the same. It does not take long for a bond to form," the king said. "You know that."

"Yes, father. I know," Vegeta growled. "At least let her show us how to utilize this capsule technology. I believe it could prove to be invaluable."

"Very well then," the king said, dismissing his concern. "But no one is to know about this and she is to only help with showing Bardock how to replicate her capsule technology. Nothing more."

"You will not be disappointed, Father." Vegeta said getting up to leave.

"Get going on this, son. There is no time to delay. Lord Frieza will be here in a week. We must prepare for his arrival and have those weapons moved off this planet before then." The king advised.

"It shall be done." Vegeta nodded and left his father's office. He was more than confident that his Woman could accomplish it.

The king watched his son leave suspiciously. He had a feeling that this blu-ed Woman he had brought back with him would prove to be more trouble than not. He would have to keep an eye on the both of them. If she was as intelligent as Vegeta had implied, she could prove to be a definite threat. One that should be removed immediately before she bewitched his son any further than she already obviously had.

He remembered when he was young. He had cared for his first concubine a little too much. His father had been livid when he had found out and ordered that either he put her down or he would do it for him. He had been fortunate enough to not bond with her, but he was sure that if his father had not stepped in when he had, he would have eventually made that mistake.

He had hated the bastard for a long, long time for making him do that, but in hindsight he understood. He remembered the last night he had been with her. It had been perfect. He had then killed her in her sleep; quick and painlessly. She never even knew. He felt a light twinge even now at the memory. Less than a month later his father had bought another for him and he never kept them around long enough to develop anything more than a brief infatuation. Then he either paid them their freedom or put them down.

A few years after the murder of his first concubine, he had met and mated with Tessla and made her his queen. She had been the most beautiful Saiyan in the Empire. His father hadn't approved of their union. As far as Saiyan females went, she had been on the weaker side. At the time, he hadn't cared though. It was a price he had paid in the long run. He had nearly lost her when she had given birth to Vegeta. They hadn't wanted to risk it by having any more children, but somehow he had managed to get her with child again and lost her when she was giving birth to his second heir only to lose him as well only a few days later. He was thankful to still have Vegeta. He had always been proud that his seemingly weak mate in everyone else eyes had managed to give him an heir with a power level that had never been seen before in an infant in over one thousand years.

Not that it had been any of Asia's business, but the only time he had taken bed slaves in his union with the queen was when she had been pregnant with his heirs. He knew she lacked physical strength and he didn't want to ever do anything to put her or his unborn at risk. She hadn't been thrilled with the notion of him seeking the comfort of other women, but she hadn't flown off the handle like Asia was. She had been a remarkable female. To this day he missed her. If it hadn't been for his vast collection of pleasure slaves to keep his mind occupied at night, he was sure he would have succumbed to the depression of losing a bonded mate.

It had been in that time that he had become resentful and hateful towards females in general. If his mate hadn't been so weak, she would have still been here. That was part of the reason he pushed Asia at his son. She was the strongest female on the planet. An excellent choice for Vegeta. He did not want him to live through the same misery he had by bonding to the wrong female. Unfortunately for him, his son was just as stubborn as both his parents.

He would let his son have his way with this girl for a while. But sooner or later, he would have to bring him to his senses as his father had to do for him. He knew that Vegeta would hate him for a little while. But once he got over it and saw that he was right, he would forgive him as he had forgiven his father.

Bulma had picked out a few very nice outfits from the books Amira had given her. As Bulma had hoped, she had let her put her own personal input on them as well. She had chosen a few dresses, some comfy loose pants-type outfits. The fabric reminded her of chiffon back home. It was light weight and elegant. She had chosen a vast collection of colors. Pink, green, purple and red and lots of blue. Amira was convinced that blue was Bulma's color. She had chosen for her lots of turquoise, royal blue and navy blue.

As luck would have it, Amira actually had a dress in royal blue that had been put together already in Bulma's size. It only took her a few minutes of alterations and it was finished and ready to go.

Bulma already had it on. It was a very simple yet elegant off the shoulder dress. It looked very Grecian-style to Bulma. It fit loosely yet was still very flattering to her figure and flowed to her ankles. Paired with a pair of flat silver sandals, Bulma was ready to go.

"You look stunning, dear," Amira said. She had made that dress months ago for someone else, but her measurements had been a little off and it ended up being too small for that person. She had hung onto it on the off chance it still may be able to have fit a young Saiyan girl.

"Thank you so much! I love it!" Bulma replied. She was very impressed with this woman's work.

"I'm glad you like it. Come and see me tomorrow. I will have more finished for you then."

"For sure!" Bulma replied excitedly. "I can't wait!"

"Good!" Amira said, very pleased to have been able to help and even more pleased to have been able to meet this mysterious girl she had heard Asia venting about. It was a shame. She seemed like a genuinely nice girl. Amira liked her. But since Asia saw her as a threat, she knew she wouldn't be around long. She wasn't sure if she should warn her or not, so she opted to just leave it be. She would meet Asia soon enough.

Bulma left Amira's work shop with Kakarott and followed him down the many hallways of the palace to the science department where his father, Bardock worked. Bulma was actually quite anxious to meet this Bardock. Vegeta thought very highly of him and had told her how he was considered the smartest Saiyan on the planet. She was eager to see what she could learn from this man as well as what she could contribute to his work, if anything. If he was as much a genius as Vegeta had let on, she may not be able to contribute much. Then what?

It didn't take them long to get there. "Hi father!" Kakarott greeted the man sitting at a table, analyzing figures on a sheet of paper.

Bulma was shocked to see that Kakarott looked exactly the same as his father. They could be twins! Bulma thought to herself. The only obvious difference was that Bardock had a more serious demeanor than his son.

"Hello, Son. How was your trip?" Bardock asked, putting his papers away. "Is this the mysterious blue-haired scientist Vegeta told me about?" he asked, looking at Bulma with interest.

"It is! This is Bulma." Kakarott said, motioning for her to come forward for her to come meet his father. "Bulma, this is my father. He is head of the science and technology department."

"Very pleased to meet you," Bulma replied, stepping forward and putting her hand out. Bardock looked at her strangely, not familiar with the gesture. "Sorry, I forgot. Earth tradition." Bulma said, taking her hand back and blushing slightly.

"I see." Bardock replied, looking her over. She certainly was beautiful. He hadn't expected her to be anything less if the prince had taken a liking to her. The only thing that seemed odd to him was how petite and delicate she looked. For a man as strength driven as Vegeta was, he would not have thought such a breakable creature would have held any interest for the Prince. However, stranger things had happened. Perhaps that had been part of the appeal. "It is very nice to meet you as well. Welcome to Vegeta-sei. Prince Vegeta has spoken very highly of your abilities. I am very anxious to see this capsulation technology he had mentioned you designed?"

"Oh! Thank you." Bulma replied, surprised Vegeta had mentioned that much to the scientist. "Well, it was actually my father who had originally designed the concept. I only found a way to improve it a bunch of years later." She replied taking out one of the capsules she had brought with her to give him a demonstration.

"That's it?" Bardock asked reaching for the small capsule and taking it to examine.

"That's it!" Bulma proudly replied.

"And there's all that alloy metal in there?" Bardock asked skeptically.

"Actually, no. Not in that one. But I have four others in Prince Vegeta's quarters that are full of that alloy stuff. Yes," Bulma said. Maybe she should have brought one of those ones instead. She just wasn't sure how much space there would be in the science lab. Turns out, she could have brought one of them with her. Oh well. "There's so much in one capsule, I figured there wouldn't be enough space to decapsulate it all indoors."

"That's alright. Give me a demonstration of what you did bring with you." Bardock nodded, anxious to see this.

"Watch closely." Bulma said, taking the capsule back from Bardock. She pressed the top and threw it on the ground and instantly her suit case and a pile of shoes and other things appeared on the ground.

"Remarkable," Bardock mumbled to himself. "And how do you get it all in there?" he asked.

"You just throw the capsule on what you want capsulated." She replied, dropping the capsule on everything and watching it all disappear, leaving nothing but the capsule in their place.

"Excellent." Bardock replied. "This is amazing. How did you come up with something like that?"

"It was my father that came up with it. I only helped and later on improved it. It so easy. Once I tell you the theory behind it, you'll laugh." Bulma said proudly.

"You don't mind telling me how to replicate such a thing?" Bardock asked in amazement.

"Not at all. If It helps you guys defeat those Ice-jin creeps, then I'm all for it!" Bulma said with determination.

"Alright. Have you got the time to start up the schematics this evening?" Bardock asked.

"Absolutely! Vegeta is meeting us here later on. We can start now." she said enthusiastically. It was good to be able to use her brain again. She grabbed a seat next to Bardock and started explaining the theory behind it to him while drawing out the schematics.

Kakarott stood there with a childish grin on his face. He really didn't feel like he was needed anymore. He had escorted Bulma from Amira's to his father's lab and now they were discussing things he had no clue or insight to. He was hungry though.

"Umm. Guys?" Kakarott said, interrupting them. Bardock and Bulma turned to look at him. "I'm going to go and get some food. I'm really hungry. Vegeta should be here soon anyway."

"Okay, son." Bardock said turning back to Bulma's drawing. The two continued to discuss things that he had no clue about. So the younger Saiyan slipped out the door and headed down the hallway to the Palace Kitchen. There should still be plenty of food there. He thought; his mouth watering just thinking about it. He quickened his pace down the hall and rounded a corner bumping smack into Vegeta.

"Watch where you're going, clown!" Vegeta growled, rubbing his shoulder and glaring at Kakarott.

"Hey, Vegeta!" Kakarott greeted.

"Where's Bulma? Why isn't she with you?" Vegeta asked angrily.

"She's fine! She's with my father. They are talking about capsules and scientific stuff that I haven't a clue about and I was hungry so I left her with him since I figured it wouldn't be long before you came to get her." Kakarott mumbled, knowing his Prince would not be impressed that he had left Bulma alone even though Bardock could be trusted with her.

"I told you to not let her out of your sight." Vegeta growled, grabbing him by the front of his armor.

"I know, Vegeta, but my father won't do anything to her, you know that." Kakarott replied feeling somewhat offended that Vegeta would think he would have left her if that hadn't been the case.

"I know that very well but you still disobeyed a direct order." Vegeta said angrily.

"Alright! I'm sorry! It won't happen again!" Kakarott said putting his hands up in surrender.

"Be sure that it doesn't or I will end you." Vegeta said letting him go and continuing down the hall way.

"Want anything while I'm down there?" Kakarott asked after him.

"No. I am not hungry. You are dismissed." Vegeta replied not turning back to look at his companion.

Kakarott shrugged and hurried down the hall to get to the kitchen before there was nothing left.

Vegeta quickened his pace to Bardock's lab. He knew he could trust him with Bulma. He would never do anything to her and he could protect her if someone wanted to harm her. He just didn't understand how Kakarott could be so careless as to not wait for him to get there first. He would have to beat some sense into him during their next sparring session.

Vegeta sought out her energy. He was close to the lab. He could sense Bardock's energy and a very small minute energy signal that was with him. He assumed that must have been her. He wanted to start familiarizing himself with her ki signature now; especially since it was so small and not easy to detect. If he started now, eventually it would become easier. It was the only way he could look in on her and reassure himself that she was safe when he couldn't physically be with her.

He rounded a few corners and eventually got to the entry way to the lab. He didn't bother knocking, just headed in. He carefully closed the door so as not to disturb them. He stood there silently watching them work. Bardock turned and silently acknowledged his Prince and turned back to Bulma who was completely engrossed in what she was doing.

Vegeta smirked as he watched her. She looked so confident as she explained everything to Bardock, who was taking notes as she drew out a schematic. He noted how relaxed she looked. This was definitely her niche. He knew she and Bardock would get along well. The older Saiyan was always absorbed in something or other. No one else appreciated his passion for science. He knew Bulma would. And he knew that between the two of them, they could accomplish great things to advance the empire. He just had to find a way so that she could help Bardock without his father finding out.

Once Bulma had finished explaining most of the logistics, Bardock greeted the Prince. "Welcome, my Prince."

Bulma turned around to look at Vegeta and smiled at him in greeting. She hadn't even realized he was there. He loved the way her new dress looked on her. The dark royal blue accentuated her hair and her eyes making them seem an even prettier blue than they already were. The flattering flow of the dress accentuated her delicate features yet concealed her curves modestly.

"I hope I haven't interrupted you." Vegeta said walking towards the large table they were working on.

"Not at all, your highness. Please, come join us." Bardock said, grabbing a chair for his prince.

"We are almost done. I just have a few more things to explain. We can start building a capsule tomorrow, if Mr. Bardock wants." Bulma said, looking at the older Saiyan.

"Just Bardock, please." he said.

"Sorry. It's a habit. It is an Earth tradition to refer to someone older that way. It's a respect thing." Bulma said in apology. She kept forgetting how different the customs seemed to be here.

"Thank you, but just Bardock is fine." Bardock replied, flattered by her respect. She barely knew him and was the one enlightening him. He should have been the one referring to her respectfully. Vegeta had been right; she was a genius and would ultimately be invaluable. He wondered what else she could conjure up. So far, he was extremely impressed with this capsulation method she had explained.

"Alright." Bulma nodded and started back to her schematic and explaining the rest of the theory to Bardock. She was impressed with how quickly he had caught on to it. She had been impressed with Vegeta and his scientific understanding the first time she had met him and briefly explained the logistics of capsule technology. Bardock's understanding was even more advanced than Vegeta's. She was very excited to work with him.

"That's about it, really." she said leaning back on her chair and stretching.

"This is amazing. So simple." Bardock exclaimed. "I can't believe I never thought of it before."

"I told you you'd laugh once I broke it all down," Bulma said with a smile, glad he understood it and that she could help.

"Vegeta, she is remarkable!" Bardock exclaimed.

"Hmmn. I know," Vegeta replied with a smirk looking at Bulma with pride. "Unfortunately my father does not feel the same way."

"I am not surprised," Bardock grumbled. "He will have to change his mind once he sees the progress we have made today. This will help us to be able to hide the weapons from Lord Frieza in time for his arrival."

"He arrives in one week." Vegeta said.

"He cannot know of her brilliant mind," Bardock said worried at what might happen if Frieza found out about her potential. He'd want her to work for him for sure.

"I know," Vegeta nodded. He was worried he would want her for more than just her mind. Her exquisite looks alone would surely catch his attention. Especially if he knew that she had any sort of connection to him.

"I can just hang out here when he comes," Bulma offered. "I'm sure I can come up with enough projects to keep me busy. As long as someone brings me some food here and there, I'm good."

"You will not be staying here on your own," Vegeta said with a scowl. "My father is adamant that you are to only help with capsules and nothing more. By the time Frieza comes here, you will be done with that."

"Your highness, she could help me with so much more than that though. I would be more than thrilled to have her working here with me." Bardock argued.

"Yes, Bardock, I agree. But he is not keen on the idea of having a female alien bed slave aiding in our affairs. He made that more than clear. She cannot be found here after this week." Vegeta explained, still angry that his father refused to even consider the possibility.

"Then how can I help you?" Bulma asked.

"You will remain in my personal quarters," Vegeta replied. "I will provide you with the means to help design upgrades to ships or weapons as Bardock sees the need until I figure out a better arrangement."

"It'll have to do, I guess," Bulma sighed in disappointment. She had really been looking forward to working with Bardock. "As long as I have paper and something to write with or bring me something to upgrade and the tools to take it apart so I can examine it. If you can at least provide that, I can do just about anything."

Vegeta smirked at her willingness to help. "It will be done."

"Well, it looks like we have lots to be done tomorrow," Bardock said getting up. "Be here tomorrow morning and we will get started on this right away."

"Forsure. I'll be here." Bulma said enthusiastically.

"Very well. I will bring you back first thing tomorrow morning," he said looking at Bulma and getting up to leave.

"It was nice to meet you and I look forward to working with you tomorrow." Bulma said following Vegeta to the door.

"Likewise," Bardock nodded watching them leave. He had a really good feeling about her. She was as intelligent as she was beautiful. He could understand why the young prince was drawn to her. He just hoped he wasn't thinking of bonding with her anytime soon. If the King was already upset at the prospect of her helping out beyond the capsules, he didn't even want to think about what he would do if the Prince became too attached. It just wouldn't work.

Bulma followed Vegeta down the halls back to the royal wing.

"Are you hungry?" he asked her, realizing only now that she wouldn't have had anything to eat since they left the ship.

"A little," she replied. She actually had been so wrapped up in explaining her design to Bardock that she had forgotten all about eating.

"Have someone bring a meal to my personal quarters." Vegeta said to a guard.

The guard nodded and quickly retreated to do his bidding.

Vegeta lead her to his room and closed the door. He reached for her hand and drew her close to him, kissing her gently on the lips. "That dress suits you well," he said. He had wanted to ravage her the moment he had seen her in Bardock's lab.

"Thank you. She had one that actually fit me lying around. I can get a few more outfits tomorrow." Bulma replied, blushing.

"Are they as enticing as this one?" he asked looking her up and down suggestively.

"You'll have to wait and see." she teased, knowing her face was probably three shades redder.

"Hmmn. Minx," Vegeta smirked pulling her in closer and taking in the scent of her hair. He didn't know why, but he couldn't seem to get enough of it.

"How did the meeting with your father go?" Bulma asked, resting her cheek on his chest.

"It was a waste of time," he growled, walking away from her, leaving her standing in the middle of the entry way. She watched him pace the room and noted how his tail twitched in agitation. She loved how when he didn't have it wrapped protectively around his waist that it usually gave away his carefully concealed emotions.

There was a knock on the door and Vegeta went to answer the door and brought in a tray full of food. Bulma hoped he wasn't expecting her to eat all of that.

"Help yourself," he said, motioning to the tray after placing it on a table.

"Are you going to have some too? I can't possibly eat all of that."

"No wonder there is nothing to you," Vegeta smirked. "This is not even a meal. This is only a snack."

"Whatever," she shrugged, looking at the variety of meats and fruit on the tray. It all looked delicious.

"All the meat has been cooked," Vegeta said watching her analyze everything on the plate.

"Ha haa." Bulma retorted. Taking a few bites of some sort of fruit that reminded her of a pineapple.

"You were thinking it," Vegeta teased, reaching for some meat on the tray for himself.

"I was not!" Bulma shot back.

"Sure," he smirked, watching her. "Help yourself, I am going to shower." he said getting up and heading toward his bedroom after grabbing a handful of fruit and meat off the tray.

Bulma sat there eating in silence until she was satisfied. She then got up to change for bed, hurrying to get changed before Vegeta came out of the bathroom. She chose for herself a powder pink silk pajama set she hadn't worn yet. As with everything else she owned, it was comfortable and at the same time flattering to her petite figure.

Vegeta came out of the bathroom from his shower just as she was pulling up her pajama bottoms. Her back was to him, so he got a nice view of her bottom. Bulma blushed profusely. Cursing herself for not being quicker.

Vegeta smirked at her embarrassment and looked away quickly so she wouldn't know that he had actually caught a quick glimpse of her bottom. He noticed her peeking over her shoulder to see if he had. Ha, she'll never know forsure, he smirked to himself, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom with his arms crossed silently watching her as she made her way to the dresser where the mirror was and started to take her hair down from the loose bun she'd had it in. He watched her and simply marveled at her beauty as she brushed her hair and ran her fingers through it repeatedly tousling it. He wondered if she knew what she was doing to him just then with such a simple task. How had he been lucky enough to have found her? Especially after all the horrible things he had done in his past doing Frieza's bidding? She was both a genius and exquisitely beautiful. It baffled his mind.

He knew now just by how he felt just watching her that he was in way deeper than he should be. He knew he should take his father's advice and do away with her now before she became a further weakness to him. However, the thought of it pained him too much. He had never cared about anyone before. Not since his mother had passed. Well, there had been one girl a few years ago that he had liked. But even then, the feelings he was quickly developing now for Bulma were far stronger than anything he had felt for the other girl. Even now, the only thing he felt for her was extreme guilt. He had been young and careless with his affections. He hadn't been strong enough to protect her. He would not make the same mistake again. He would not lose Bulma to anyone. Not to his father and definitely not to Lord Frieza or any of his lapdogs like last time. He would not allow it. Somehow they would make it through all of this. He just had to remember to keep his self-control in check. It was becoming increasingly difficult but he knew he couldn't do anything stupid. If he even attempted to take things further physically with her, he knew that he would end up mating and bonding with her. As much as he wanted nothing more than to finally make her his in every way, the timing wasn't right. He had noticed that she hadn't brought up the subject again about where this relationship of theirs was headed. He was very thankful for that. Vegeta wasn't good at expressing his feelings and he didn't know how to explain this to her without offending her. So, he decided to just leave it as it was and when she asked him about it, he would deal with it then. Until then, he just did everything he could to reassure her of his feelings behind closed doors where no one would know or be able to exploit it.

Vegeta watched as she started gathering her hair up to tie it back into a ponytail. "Leave your hair down," he said. Aside from the first night he had met her and maybe once or twice since then, she always wore her hair up.

Bulma turned to look at him curiously. She hadn't noticed him standing there watching her. She blushed a little. "You want me to leave my hair down?" she asked curiously. He had never expressed an opinion one way or another since she had been with him. She found herself feeling flattered that he even had an opinion where her looks were concerned.

Vegeta nodded and walked towards her slowly as if stalking her. Bulma suddenly felt very uncomfortable under his intense gaze. She suddenly wasn't sure what to do. He was usually so reserved around her, even in the privacy of his personal quarters when he did express his affections. Right now he had the look of a predator. It made her feel nervous and anxious at the same time. She had been waiting for him to take things further with her.

Strangely as it sounded, she felt ready to take things further with him. Although after her brief conversation today with Amira, maybe the fact that he hadn't was a blessing. Amira had kind of scared Bulma away a little from the thought of intimacy with Vegeta. She had said that Saiyan males weren't gentle in the least with their partners. A part of her refused to believe that Vegeta would be careless or forceful with her. So far he had been very mindful of the fact that he was so much stronger than her. He had never left so much as a mark on her.

Bulma took a deep breath as he approached her and trapped her in front of the dresser and mirror. He reached towards the side of her face and gently brushed his hand through her long hair that fell past her shoulder. He then brought his hand back up to the side of her face, caressing her cheek gently. Bulma leaned into his hand.

"You should wear your hair down more often," he said, reaching for her waist and pulling her closer to him. He ran his hand through her hair a few more times, marveling at the soft texture of it before capturing her lips with his. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She giggled as he picked her up and brought her to his bed, gently putting her down. He left to shut off the lights and pulled her close to him in the familiar embrace they shared every night.

Bulma turned herself around awkwardly trying to face him and kissed him again, to which he eagerly responded. She threaded her fingers through his hair on the back of his head trying desperately to pull him closer to her. To her surprise, he allowed it, carefully positioning himself above her and continued to kiss her deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue. Usually whenever she initiated anything more, he put a stop to everything.

Vegeta knew this was a bad idea, a very bad idea. But it felt so good kissing her. He grumbled at his lack of self-control. The woman was quickly becoming an obsession. He should end this. Take her now while she was willing and once she finished helping Bardock in the lab, let her go. He hated to admit it, but his father may have a point. If he could not control his emotions around her now, how much more difficult would it be later on? Even worse if someone tried to use her against him. She was a liability. A weakness. He could not afford to have any weaknesses.

The feelings she evoked in him were so strong though. She may be weak and helpless, something he had been raised to despise; but the overwhelming need for him to protect her and keep her close seemed to overrule everything else. The very fact that she trusted him and obviously felt safe with him made him feel like he had something else in life to strive for other than gaining more strength or even the throne for that matter. He wanted her to trust him and he wanted to keep her safe. Give her a life here worth living now that her own planet was gone. It didn't make sense to him. A part of him was still fighting this losing battle of attraction to her, telling himself that he was only interested in her possible knowledge to be able to gain an advantage over Lord Frieza to be able to defeat him once and for all. The other part of him wanted nothing more than to surrender to this madness. To hell with what his father thought of him taking an alien as a mate. How could he possibly take another as a mate when he felt so strongly for Bulma? No, this was the right choice for him he reasoned. She was the right choice. If it weren't, then why did the thought of harming her in any way or leaving her pain him so much? She was his. His to protect and take care of.

He continued to kiss her and trail kisses down her neck, ever mindful of her delicate frame. The last thing he wanted to do was lose control and hurt her. So far he had been able to do that. He felt her reach for his tail and stroke it gently. He had to admit it felt amazing. Never had anyone caressed his tail so gently and without ulterior motive. He'd had it pulled and even broken on most occasions by Frieza. There had been the odd occasion Frieza had gotten a hold of it and gently caressed it, but that had only served to humiliate him in the worst way possible. Just the thought of that ruined her innocent gesture. She giggled as she heard him growl in response, unaware of the bad memory she had triggered. He summoned the last ounce of self-control he still possessed and was able to take his tail back and pin her hands above her head.

"Please don't," he rasped.

"Sorry," she whispered back, feeling bad that she may have annoyed him.

He began kissing her again and let her hands go, lacing his fingers with one of her hands while her other hand settled on the back of his neck again. He kept his other hand to the side of her, balancing part of his weight so as not to crush her. Her taking his tail had awakened a more primal instinct within him, something that he had been holding back for a while now. She noticed his demeanor change a little. His kisses became a little rougher and more aggressive than they had ever been. At first, she didn't mind, hoping that they were finally going to do something about the steadily rising tension that had been brewing between them for the last week. She kissed him back harder and moaned as he nipped her lip harshly. She could taste the blood. She gasped out loud as she felt him nip at her jaw and then down by the base of her neck where the skin was thin.

"Careful," she whimpered. That one had actually hurt.

Her simple statement pulled him out of his lustful daze. He stopped immediately and looked down at her. "Did I hurt you?" he asked; his voice and eyes clouded with concern.

"It's okay," she said touching the side of his face, feeling bad for even saying anything. He was usually so careful with her that his sudden aggressiveness just startled her was all. His nipping her wasn't a new thing. It just never broke the skin or hurt like that.

"It is not okay," he replied rolling off of her to his side of the bed not even touching her. What was I even thinking?! He chastised himself angrily. I almost bit her! Then what would we have done? We'd be bonded and partially mated. There would be no hiding it from anyone. He berated himself. How could he have allowed himself to lose control like that and possibly endanger her even further? He knew his father was already suspicious of his feelings for her.

"It is," Bulma reassured. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. It just took me by surprise is all." she said, attempting to snuggle up to him.

"You don't understand what just very nearly happened," Vegeta replied, sitting up in the bed still needing to distance himself from her until he got himself fully under control.

"Well, I think I have a pretty good idea," Bulma said with a confused frown. "We've been very nearly almost allowing something to happen every night and most mornings for a week now. I don't know about you, but I'm starting to feel very frustrated."

Vegeta sighed heavily. He really didn't want to explain this. He had been hoping he wouldn't have to for a few weeks, but he guessed now was as good a time as any. "You need to understand something about Saiyan mating rituals."

Bulma sat up next to him and leaned against the head board. She had a feeling this was going to be a long chat. She sat there patiently, waiting for him to continue. She knew he had a hard time expressing himself, so she would give him all the time he needed to say what he needed to say.

"Do not ask me to repeat what I am about to say to you," Vegeta started awkwardly not looking at her. "I feel very strongly about you," He finished turning to look at her with an intensity that almost scared her.

Bulma blushed. She certainly wasn't expecting that from him. "I feel-" she started.

"Let me finish," he interrupted her. "Part of a Saiyan mating ritual involves the obvious. But the other part involves creating an unbreakable mental and emotional bond with the other person. During the act of mating, the male bites the female on the neck; where I nipped you this evening. It is an instinctual thing," he explained awkwardly. "It serves two purposes. Firstly, it opens up a mental and emotional bond between mates that cannot ever be broken. Once a couple is bonded, that is it. That is why it must to be consensual for both parties. If one rejects the other, it can have disastrous effects on the one rejected. Secondly, it will leave a scar and marks the female as a warning to other males that she is taken by another."

Bulma nodded in understanding.

"It is a very permanent arrangement. Only death can free bonded mates. Unfortunately, once one passes, depending on the depth of that bond, many times the other follows not long after." Vegeta continued. He was surprised she wasn't shrieking at him to never touch her again after what he nearly attempted only moments ago. "When I am with you like this, I want to claim you as my mate. It is something that I have been struggling to control for some time. When you touched my tail the way you did, it made it very difficult to control that urge."

Bulma couldn't help the blush on her cheeks or the small smile forming on her lips. She wasn't sure, but she was pretty sure Vegeta had just stated the equivalent of a marriage proposal to her. It was more formal than romantic, but the intent was there. She finally understood why he never allowed their physical displays of affection to go beyond a certain point. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

Vegeta looked at her strangely. "You're not frightened of me now?" he asked in shock.

"No. Why would I be afraid of you?" Bulma asked. "If anything, I wish you had let me know about this sooner. I was beginning to wonder what was wrong with me that you didn't want to be with me in that way."

Vegeta smirked. "I want to be with you in every way I can, woman. Be sure of that. It's just that at this point, I feel strongly enough about you that if we let things go further, I will mate you and claim you as mine permanently and a bond will be formed."

"I'm flattered you feel so strongly," Bulma said slowly. She understood how hard it must have been for him to tell her that. She just wanted to reassure him that she felt the same way without being overly sappy and emotional. "I never want to leave you either. When the time for you is right, I would gladly accept a bond with you." she said, hoping that would convey her feelings back to him in such a way that wouldn't make him feel uncomfortable.

"Even though it would mean permanently scarring your neck up and that you would be bound to me for the rest of your life?" he asked skeptically. She had told him how many on her planet would make vows to their mates for life and then break them some years later.

"Absolutely." Bulma nodded looking into his eyes. She had never felt more loved and accepted than she did at that moment. "And you would want to take a weakling as a mate?"

"I could do a lot worse for myself," he smirked. "What you are lacking in physical strength you more than make up for with that brilliant mind of yours. I can deal with that."

"Thanks." she said smiling at him.

"In the meantime, no one can know about this," Vegeta said seriously. "Not Kakarott, not Bardock, no one."

"I won't say a word," Bulma agreed nodding, though feeling somewhat disappointed she couldn't share this with anyone. She wanted to shout it out onto the rooftops!

"I would claim you now, but my father would do away with you. I have to wait until I am strong enough to be able to take him on and become King. Until then, this is how it has to stay." Vegeta said with a scowl.

"He told you that today, didn't he?" Bulma asked. She had noticed how agitated he had been since coming from the meeting with his father. He had looked like he was fighting an inner battle in his head. She felt bad that she was the cause of it.

"Not in so many words but the threat was there. He is already suspicious that you are more to me than just a bed slave. We must be careful in his presence."

"I understand." Bulma nodded, slinking back under the covers.

Vegeta lay back down and pulled Bulma into his arms. "It will work itself out," he said kissing the top of her head.

"I'm sorry I grabbed your tail," Bulma said shyly. "I didn't know. I thought it was a good reaction it gave you. Not a bad one."

"It is alright. Under normal circumstances it is a good thing. Something shared between mates," Vegeta explained. "Just if we are to keep things the way they are now, it would be wise for you to not do that."

"It won't happen again then," Bulma agreed. She was already impressed with his self-control. She didn't want to exploit him that way for her own selfish desires. She vaguely recalled him mentioning to her how his tail was both his greatest weakness and the source of his greatest power. She felt really dumb now.

"Do not worry yourself about it," he said, pulling her closer to him. "We both just need to be careful and not allow things to go too far. It is too dangerous."

Bulma nodded. She knew she was just as bad for instigating things as he was. She wouldn't allow herself to lose control in that way again either. They had to look out for each other. In a way though, now that Vegeta had actually verbalized his feelings for her, it made her feel better. She had known that he cared about her to some capacity. She just had no clue how deep those feelings went. Now that she knew that he cared for her the same was she cared for him, the rest could wait.

They both fell asleep in minutes now that there was nothing else left unsaid between them.

King Vegeta headed into the royal wing. It was time to retire for the evening. Out of curiosity, he sought out his son's energy. He was in his quarters. The woman was with him. Her energy signal was no stronger than a mere insect. The King shook his head. What use could his Son possibly have with such a weak individual?

Maybe she was as intelligent as he had said. Even so, it was not proper for a slave to aid the empire with such serious matters. She could sabotage everything to their disadvantage and cause more trouble than be of any help in the long run. They couldn't afford to take that risk.

He took note of the dormant energy signals they were both giving off. It was almost as though they were asleep. Why would his son take a bed slave and then not use her? She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. If his son didn't want her, he would gladly use her for an evening depending on how long she would last. He smirked to himself. He would give his son to the end of the week. If he still wasn't using her he would either take her himself or maybe he could arrange a trade with Lord Frieza. It hadn't been uncommon for them to trade women in the harem. They both had an appetite for exotic women.

That seemed like the best idea. His son already proved to be very protective of her and this had caused the King much alarm. His son had always been very possessive of things that were his. However this seemed much different. He would arrange a trade with the Lizard Lord. He would choose a new slave for his son and get this blue haired woman as far away from his son as possible. He knew Vegeta would hate him for a time, but it was the best solution to keep him out of accidentally bonding and mating with this girl. If that happened, his son would be stuck with her. That was all he needed. Not to mention if he got the girl with child, this could be a disaster.

The King nodded and headed into his own personal quarters. If he didn't see a change in his son's demeanor to prove that he was not forming an attachment to the woman, he would find an alternate method to rid his son of her. Maybe the novelty would wear off by the end of the week once she had out run her usefulness.
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