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Endlessly	By : Froglady15 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination. Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned DO NOT belong to me. I MKE NO MONEY/PROFIT!

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination… Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned in this fic DO NOT belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.
MEANWHILE…
Vegeta entered the large banquet hall. He looked around quickly. He couldn't see Kakarott, not even by the huge buffet table. He hoped the clown arrived soon. There wasn't anyone else that he cared to speak with. He decided to just take his seat at the head table. Maybe he would be left alone.
On his way to the table, Zarbon walked up to him.
"Hello, Prince Vegeta." He sneered. He hated using Vegeta's title. Unfortunately, since they were on Vegeta's planet, he was forced to adhere to proper etiquette. "How nice to see you again. It's been a long time."
"Not long enough, Zarbon." Vegeta growled. He hated the handsome green general almost as much as her hated Frieza. The only positive thing he had gotten out of his meeting with Frieza last night was that he would be given the opportunity to rid the universe of Zarbon and take his rank. He thought for a second on that, that reason alone might make for a good reason to take Lord Frieza up on his offer.
"You haven't changed a bit. Still as arrogant as ever, I see." He replied, rolling his eyes. "I hope you've kept up with your training, little Prince."
"Haven't missed a spare moment. I hope you've kept up with yours, Zarbon. I always was right behind you."
"Is true. Unfortunately, you'll never surpass me, Vegeta." Zarbon replied dismissively. "It is good to dream though." He added with a laugh.
"We'll see, Zarbon. We shall see." Vegeta replied, walking away before he lost his patience and put his fist through his chest. He had tried to measure Zarbon's energy signal and couldn't determine if he had increased his power or not. Either he was at the same level he was at the last time they'd met or he was suppressing his energy. No matter. One day he would get rid of him one way or another.
He made his way to his chair at the head table and quickly helped himself to a glass of red wine he would need it. He looked around the banquet hall. He had yet to see his father or Lord Frieza for that matter. He noticed Captain Ginyu near the entrance with Burter, Recoom and Jeyice. Dodoria was conversing with Zarbon by the bar. Kakarott was still nowhere to be seen and he hadn't noticed Bardock either, though he usually didn't stay long at functions such as these anyway.
Vegeta was so busy looking for his father, Kakarott and Lord Frieza that he failed to notice Asia taking a seat next to him.
"Hello, my Prince." She said to him, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.
"What do you want?" he sighed, not even turning to look at her.
"Nothing, my Prince. Only your company for the evening." She said hopefully.
"Well if it's my company you seek, you'll find yourself thoroughly disappointed." Vegeta replied.
"You're not still upset with me, are you?"
"Upset?" Vegeta repeated, glaring at her. "Upset would be an understatement. Have you any idea what you might have done, suggesting that Bulma perform all this week?"
"I have a pretty good idea." Asia replied with a shrug and a smug smile.
"If Frieza or any of his cohorts decide they are taking her with them, I will hold you personally responsible and it will sign your death warrant. Understand?" Vegeta said through gritted teeth. He wanted to strangle the bitch right now at this moment.
"I did it for your own good! I don't know why you brought that weak little thing here in the first place!" Asia shot back angrily. "It's a disgrace! You've made a laughing stock out of me!"
"You've made a disgrace out of yourself all on your own!" Vegeta seethed. "Now leave me alone."
Asia couldn't help but get a whiff of a foreign scent off of Vegeta and frowned. It must be her. Asia thought angrily to herself. "So, where is she? She is performing tonight, isn't she?"
"Of course she is, idiot woman. What are you on about?" Vegeta said rolling his eyes.
"Oh, just making sure. I can smell her all over you."
"So?" Vegeta frowned.
"So, she's such a frail specimen, I'm surprised you haven't broken her by now. I know how barbaric you Saiyan men are. I'm sure you're no different."
Vegeta only ignored her. He refused to confirm or deny anything. It wasn't any of her business. He was glad she could smell Bulma on him. Good! Maybe she'll finally get the hint that I am not interested in her! He thought to himself.
"What is your problem?" Asia demanded angrily.
"Pardon?" Vegeta asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"What is your problem with me?" Asia rephrased her previous demand.
"My problem? With you?" Vegeta repeated with a laugh. "My problem with you is that you cannot seem to take a hint. For whatever reason, you seem to have it in your head that you and I are meant for one another. I do not know where this ridiculous notion came from. I have never once led you to believe that you even had a chance with me or that I ever considered you for a second as a potential prospect. In the beginning, I tolerated your presence in hopes that if I ignored you, you would lose interest and move on. You seemed to mistake that as acceptance and continued to throw yourself at me.
"I then told you that I had no intention of pursuing anything with you when your advances became embarrassingly obvious and more aggressive. You then resorted to winning over my father in this little campaign of yours and no matter how many times I say to either of you that You will never be my mate, it is as if neither of you can comprehend this. I now resort to insults and low blows in order to hopefully convey my point to you and yet here you are forcing your company on me once again.
"So you want to know what my problem is with you? It is that you simply will not leave me alone!"
Asia took a slow deep breath in an effort to keep her emotions in check. She was not going to cry in front of him. She refused to give him the satisfaction. "So is that why you brought her back?" Asia asked. "As another way of telling me you aren't interested in me?"
"No, woman! Are you so selfish that you think my every action has something to do with you? My bringing Bulma here has absolutely nothing to do with you. If you must know, I never even gave you a second thought when I made my decision to bring her here. However, if you choose to look at it that way then yes, please add her to the list of evidence that has piled up as signs that I am not interested in you. I have told you before and I will tell you again: Go and find another. I have it on good authority that an Elite is in fact interested in you. Go chase after one of them."
"You know, if you would give me a chance, I think you would find that I'd be surprisingly good for you." She said calmly.
"You don't give up, do you? It's pathetic!" Vegeta spat. "You do not know anything about me."
"That's where you are wrong. You and I are very much alike. We are both passionate individuals. We both like a challenge and we both don't give up on acquiring our goals, no matter how impossible they may be to reach." She said immediately.
"The difference between you and me is yes, I work hard to achieve my goals but if that goal turns out to be a lost cause, I know when to cut my losses and move on. You do not." Vegeta replied dryly. Why was she still sitting here?
"With me by your side, we could accomplish great things for this planet." She persisted.
"I have already given you my answer." Vegeta replied, dismissing her.
"So, what? You'd rather have her by your side? She's not even close to a Saiyan!"
Vegeta just sat there and promptly ignored her. He had to. He was getting close to blasting her to the other side of the room, not caring about the uproar that would result of such a thing. He was just tired of her constant desperate nagging.
"Do you love her?" Asia asked suspiciously.
"Don't be ridiculous." Vegeta scoffed. He was still trying to label what it was he felt for Bulma. He knew he cared deeply for her but he still couldn't quite wrap his head around that "love" word. Love to him meant weakness. He was far from weak. And Bulma certainly wasn't weak and he knew she loved him. Maybe it was love he felt for her; why else did a part of him felt bad about having to deny it just now?
"Oh, come on now." Asia said, rolling her eyes. "Why else have you gone through such great lengths to keep her hidden? It's become well known that you aren't even screwing her. Or, I didn't think you were until I sat down next to you tonight and I can smell her all over you. There must be something there. She's weak. Can't fight. The only thing I see there is a pretty face. I'm sure she'll outgrow her usefulness at some point. You wouldn't even be able to have a child with her. So why do you even keep her around? She can't possibly even be a descent lay."
"My, you are presumptuous." Vegeta replied in a bored tone. He was trying his best to ignore her and not react to anything she said. He couldn't give anything away where Bulma was concerned. The less he said or reacted the better.
"She wouldn't be any good for you!"
"Like you would have a clue as to what would or would not be good for me." He laughed.
"Your father thinks I would be good for you." She said, completely disregarding his last comment.
"Yet further proof you obviously know nothing about me. What my father thinks is good for me and what I think is good for me are very seldom the same thing. I do not blindly follow what my father wants. I do what I want. If you knew anything about me, you would at least know that." Vegeta replied coolly. "Now for god's sake woman, leave me alone!"
Asia rolled her eyes and left him sitting there by himself. She had some investigating to do. She had never felt so betrayed and humiliated. She had been holding out hope that maybe he truly wasn't interested in this girl since he wasn't using her. Then she had hoped that maybe if he did use her, he would kill her in the process. Now the fact that she could smell her all over him made it clear that he had been with her to some capacity and if she was well enough to perform then what did that mean? It meant that her only hope was to campaign to Frieza that he had to have this girl for himself.
Asia angrily left the banquet room and slipped back stage where people were frantically running around trying to make sure the events would come off flawlessly for Lord Frieza's visit. She asked one of the slaves running around which room was Bulma's and he pointed to a room on the far right.
She knocked on the door and waited patiently.
Bulma smiled and got up to answer the door again. "Seriously, Vegeta, I have more than enough wine and I need to get my hair done! I have like ten min- Oh. It's you."
Asia raised an eyebrow at the blue-haired girl who answered the door who also seemed to be under the impression Vegeta would be on the other side.
"Hello, Asia." Bulma greeted awkwardly. "What can I do for you?"
Asia walked right into Bulma's dressing room. Bulma closed the door and turned to find Asia standing right behind her. She took a step forward, prompting Bulma to take a step back and right up against the door. Not knowing what else to do or what Asia wanted, she just remained calm and silent.
Asia leaned into her and took a deep breath.
What the hell?! Bulma thought frantically. She wasn't sure what Asia was doing. Was she smelling her or wanting to kiss her? Or strangle her? She didn't know, but she was starting to feel very uneasy at the intimidating Saiyan woman's close proximity.
Asia took a step back and glared at Bulma; she was nearly overwhelmed with the feeling of disappointment that washed over her. So it was true then. She could smell Vegeta all over her. They had been together and she was fine. What did that mean? Amira had told her that Bulma had said that Vegeta had been "considerate". The thought of him being with another woman filled her with rage. That he would choose this miniscule girl over her was absurd to her.
"Asia, is there something you want? I still have to finish my hair. I'd love to chat, if that's why you are here, but I need to get me hair done." Bulma said nervously as she watched the Saiyan woman stare at her as if she were sizing her up in some way. She tried to keep herself calm. She didn't want Vegeta to freak out if it was unnecessary. She had only met Asia that one time in the hallway with Kakarott and even she had to admit, she was ashamed of how she had acted around her. Maybe Asia felt the same way, so why not give her a chance? She just hoped that if Asia did decide to hurt her that Vegeta would pick up on her distressed energy and make it there before anything serious happened.
"You'd love to chat?" Asia repeated, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
"Sure! Why not?" Bulma replied, walking back to the dressing table where her mirror was and began backcombing her hair so she could put it up.
"And what do you think we could "chat" about?" Asia asked in a snippy tone.
"I don't know. Anything?" Bulma shrugged, concentrating on her hair. "I love your dress. It's beautiful." She said, turning and looking at the tall woman's dress and smiling.
"Thank you." Asia said awkwardly, looking down at her dress. She had gone through great lengths to ensure that she would be the center of attention all week at the banquets. This particular dress was bright red. It was like a solid tube dress; simple. Snug in all the right places, but what made it stand out was the top. It looked like a matching red chiffon scarf that was sewn at the bottom of the bust line, came up across the top of the tube dress and twisted up tight around one shoulder, wrapping delicately around her neck and flowing down to her waist behind her. It was a very feminine, flattering off the shoulder dress. "Amira designed it for me."
"She's quite the talented lady, huh?" Bulma continued, pinning her hair up in sections. She was almost done.
"That she is." Asia admitted. "What are you doing to your hair?"
"Putting it up for my first performance." Bulma replied, a bobby pin in her mouth as she struggled to twist a section just the way she wanted. "Amira made me the first outfit I'm wearing; even made a little hat too!" she said pointing to the dresser where a cute little sailor hat sat.
Asia frowned and looked at the hat. She didn't "get" it's appeal, but shrugged to herself. Good. Maybe she'll look like a fool and the King or Lord Frieza himself will do everyone a favor and just blast her. She thought to herself. She was, however intrigued with what Bulma was doing with her hair.
"How do you do that?" Asia asked.
"What? This?" Bulma asked, pointing to her hair.
Asia nodded.
"I'm pinning it up in an old 1940's era style." She said proudly and nearly giggled at the blank look she got in return. "On my planet, there were decades that we referred to as eras. Each era was marked with different hair and clothing and makeup styles. As well as music and political matters too. Anyway, this hair style and my makeup is what we would have called '40's."
"I like it." Asia ground out, as much as she detested having to admit to such a thing to this girl.
"Thank you!" Bulma replied sincerely with a smile.
"Saiyan Women don't do much with their hair. We keep it long and that is its beauty." Asia said.
"Yes, you do have beautiful hair." Bulma noted. She continued to back comb her hair and pin up the rest stylishly, all the while cheerfully explaining to her how to do it. "That's it! I'm done!" Bulma said happily, pinning her hat into her hair so it wouldn't fall off.
"Other than the hat, it looks nice." Asia said, still looking Bulma up and down in a manner that was still making Bulma feel very uncomfortable.
"Thanks! Well, I have to change now." Bulma said awkwardly.
Asia nodded. "I don't know what he possibly sees in you." She said, heading to the door. "But don't be getting your hopes up that he'll actually be interested in you for long. You have nothing to offer him and you're sadly mistaken if you think I'm just going to disappear out of the picture."
"Dually noted." Bulma said with a nod. "Look, I am not sure what to say to you. I know you're angry at all of this but all I know is that my planet was destroyed. I was taken and sold at an auction as a slave. Not long after my arrival there, I met Prince Vegeta and he bought me from there. He is one of the few people who have been kind to me since my home was destroyed and I am grateful for that. I am not trying to step on anyone's feet-"
"Then don't." Asia snapped.
"At the end of the day, I'm just a slave." Bulma finished. "I shouldn't be any threat to you."
"You're right." Asia smirked. "You're no threat to me. Enjoy your time "slaving" for Vegeta, little one. Mark my words; you will be leaving with Lord Frieza. Prince Vegeta is mine. I will not lose him to a weakling like you."
"Don't worry about me. Even if I do end up leaving with Lord Frieza, I will be fine. I'm a survivor." Bulma said with a carefree shrug. "Though my mother had an old saying she used to tell me growing up, now what was it? Oh, right. You cannot lose something you never had in the first place."
Asia snorted in rage at her insinuation. "That's a great adage to keep in mind, my dear. You won't be here long enough. Remember that one when you're serving in Frieza's harem for his army on that ship of his. I hope it gives you much comfort."
"I shall keep that in mind." Bulma nodded bravely. "Now, I must be going. I am so glad you stopped by. Feel free to keep me company tomorrow evening while I get ready. You know Vegeta isn't much of a conversationalist."
"Perhaps." Asia sneered and exited Bulma's dressing room just as angry as she had been when she got there.
She angrily headed back to the banquet room. What the hell just happened? She asked herself. She had gone there with every intention of ripping that girl's throat out and in the end, ended up discussing hair, makeup and fashion mostly. Bulma had even given her tips and everything. The blue haired girl had been nothing but pleasant until Asia tried to remind her of her place in society. Even then, she hadn't reacted at all the way Asia had been hoping she would. She just dismissed it like she hadn't a ccare in the world.
Asia wasn't sure if she hated her or kinda liked her. Under different circumstances, maybe they could be friends? No. She hated her. She was beautiful, nice and seemed to be somewhat intelligent. Not like most of the courtesans around here.
Asia rolled her eyes and headed back to her seat next to Vegeta. Of course she has to be both gorgeous and a nice girl to boot. It almost makes me feel bad. Almost, but not quite.
Meanwhile…
Bulma shook her head. What was that all about? She asked herself. She looked at herself in the mirror and adjusted her sailor outfit. It was really similar to a Sailor Moon outfit. It was a white bodysuit with a blue and white sailor-style collar sewn on top and a huge red bow on her chest. The pleated blue skirt was very short, just barely covering her bum and flared out flatteringly. She wore nude fishnet stockings with a seam up the back and white high-heel shoes with a strap over the top of her foot so they wouldn't fall off. All in all she loved the look.
She headed out of her room and plugged in her ipod. She chose for her first song, Candyman. That should be a hit. It was fun, light hearted and slightly racy.
With her recent conversation with Asia still in mind, Bulma programmed her ipod to edit out Christina's voice from the song. She'd how her and everyone! Singing it all myself. Because I can! She thought with a cocky smile.
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