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A Renaissance	By : nausicaasmith Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 1386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own or profit from DBZ, I just borrowed the characters.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
- 2-Chapter 2
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When Vegeta woke up it was pitch
dark.� He was somewhere soft and warm
and quiet.� Strange.� For a long time he just lay there, unwilling
to move, unwilling to open his eyes even.�
Afraid that if he even twitched his surroundings would dissolve into the
cold, harsh metallic environment in which he had grown up. His muscles ached
from inactivity, but he pushed the pain away and momentarily he drifted back
into a light slumber, into a dim dream of his childhood�at the palace his
father had allowed no women.� Not, as
was usually suspected, because he was a misogynist but because on planet Vegeta
men outnumbered women by nearly ten to one.�
They weren�t seen as weak exactly, but as an asset that needed to be
protected.� In the event of an attack by
outside invaders the palace was the first place likely to be hit, and his
father knew that should his queen or their daughters perish in such a skirmish
the empire would be divided because of the perceived lack of security.� Why, then, had the infant prince been
allowed there?� He must be trained, of
course!� He must be accustomed to the
activity and politics of the palace!�
But his mother and his� his sisters��
he�d had two older sisters, hadn�t he?�
They hadn�t been allowed near the palace while Freiza was in power.�� And so had been instigated the young
prince�s lifelong aversion to women.�
Not that he was afraid of them�rubbish!�
He simply didn�t know how to deal with them, and so avoided them
wherever possible.� And, up to this
point, that hadn�t been an issue.�
Frieza had never allowed women in his armies.� Vegeta�s mind wandered sleepily.�
What had got him thinking of stupid women, anyway?� Oh! His host on this planet was female,
wasn�t she?

�� And
then Vegeta was fully awake, sitting bolt upright and staring around the
darkened room in alarm.� He was on
Earth.� Earth.� Hadn�t he died?� He
thought he had.� The past weeks couldn�t
have been a dream, but they were so blurry.�
His hands went to his face, to his chest, to each other; searching for
damage, seeking out something that would hurt so he could feel something but he couldn�t find a
single bruise or scratch.� What the hell
had happened?� In a state of mild panic,
the Saiyan Prince shoved the ridiculously thick covering away and slipped off
the peculiarly tall bed.� He�d slept on
a hard cot, in a cramped space pod, in regeneration tanks or on the ground for
most of his life.� This arrangement,
while not unpleasant, was very alien to him.�
When his feet hit the floor, the lights went up.� He looked around, his vision clear now;
hackles raised, but unable to find the source of this soft ambient light.� It illuminated orange walls and plush
carpet.� A low, white couch was lurking
on one side of a doorway.� Two matching
chairs lived on the other side, with a small glass table between them.� Altogether, it was a strange place.� As he faced the other side he found a large
window covered by heavy curtains.� He
went to them and peered out�darkness with pinpricks of yellow and white
lights.� No stars or moon: this was a
city.� He�d known he wasn�t in space
because of the gravity.� Real gravity
was solid and comforting, but artificial gravity such as on a spaceship or a
station shimmered at the edges,
as if it were trying to lull you into a false sense of security and planned to
let you go when you least expected it.

�� Dissociative amnesia: a
type of amnesia in which a person is unable to recall information and/or events
surrounding a severely traumatic time in their lives.� Usually temporary.� The
prince sighed in agitation.� Shit.� Well, at least for the moment he seemed to
be somewhere safe, no matter what had happened, and at least he knew who he
was�the Prince, dammit!� The crown
prince of a dead race!� He wracked his
brain and could only remember two things.�
Firstly that he was on Earth, the place where he had been utterly
defeated by Kakarott and company.�
Secondly that the person in charge seemed to be a human woman with blue
hair.

�� Bulma
had set her beeper to go off when the lights in Vegeta�s room woke up (meaning
he�d either gotten up or fallen out of the bed).� Not that she thought he particularly needed any help
adjusting�surely no more than the Nameks would need, right?� But should he have a run-in with their
warrior priests she was sure there would be casualties, and the last thing that
they needed was more death.� She was in
her father�s lab when it went off so she excused herself and headed out to Dome
1B, the guest building.� She had thought
earlier of moving Vegeta into the family�s guest quarters in order to isolate
him further from the Nameks.� They were
a peaceful people and would not like seeing him, a vicious murderer in their
eyes, in their lobby every morning and night.�
Gods, he�d slept a long time.� It
was long after midnight now.� The Nameks
had slept most of the day and come out for dinner, but Vegeta hadn�t stirred to
answer when she�d knocked on his door.�
But, she supposed, the Nameks had only lost a couple days of sleep.� The way Gohan told it, Vegeta had been
lurking in the shadows of Namek for weeks before the war really started, so he
was exhausted.� He�d fallen asleep for a
little bit while Goku was in the regeneration tanks, but besides that he�d been
going nonstop.�

�� Well,
Bulma knew how that felt.� As she
climbed the staircase she expected to see him coming down, but he wasn�t even
out in the hallway when she got to his floor.�
She knocked on his door with some apprehension but was determined to
keep a close watch on him.� She heard a
soft clicking, and the door slid up.�
Her father�s favorite kind of door (�It won�t bump into anything!� It seals airtight, so no drafts, no bugs
coming in, and no light from the crack under the door ever again!� And best of all?� You can�t slam it shut!�).�
Vegeta was standing on the other side, staring at the little control pad
with a puzzled expression.�

�� Hi!�� Bulma was making a real effort to be as
chipper as possible.� He looked at her
strangely.� �May I come in?�� He looked at her strangely some more, but
nodded.� Bulma stepped into the room and
the door slid shut behind her.� Vegeta
stepped back from it warily.� �Something
wrong?� she inquired innocently.� She
wanted to get him talking.� The poor guy
seemed confused.� He was still wearing
his pajamas�she�d shown him the bathroom when she�d brought him up and supposed
he�d showered and dressed before he�d finally crashed.

�� I�� his voice was soft but rough.� There had been more menace in his tones on
planet Namek, and more of an accent.�
She figured the accent came out with increased agitation.� Right now he was perfectly calm, if guarded,
and the accent was so light it was hardly noticeable.�� I was unaware that Earth was this far technologically
advanced.� We were led to believe it was
nothing more than a mud ball with some forms of semi-intelligent life.� Before Raditz came here, I mean.�� He didn�t look at her as he spoke, but
focused on a point over her right shoulder.

�� There
are large tracks of untouched land here, but the civilized world is reasonably
well developed.� Bulma matched his tones smoothly.� Shocking though his manner of speech was�he was so eloquent for
an alien!�she was well versed in diplomacy and fell into the role of spoiled
rich heiress easily.� �What you see
here, however, is far more advanced than the rest of the planet.� My father, Dr. Briefs, invented most of what
you see around you.� He�s the richest
and most politically powerful man on the planet right now and it�s leading
scientist.� We have technology here that
the rest of the world can only dream of.�

�� Hmm.� We could have sold this planet for a
considerable sum if Kakarott had succeeded in his purge.�

�� I
suppose.� We�ve got a lot of resources,
big wide oceans, oil, great farmlands.�
But he got a nasty bump on the head, so too bad for you guys, huh?�� She expected him to get angry, but he still
just looked lost.� It was cute though. �Look,
why don�t you come downstairs and we�ll find some food.� It�s past midnight so dinner�s over, but my
mom always has some leftovers put up in the fridge.�

�� Food
would be� good.� He said, then looked down at his pajamas.� Bulma stifled a laugh, then said, �There are
some clothes that will probably fit you in the closet over there.� You get dressed and I�ll meet you downstairs
and we�ll go together to my family�s quarters. K?�

�� Without
waiting for an answer, she turned and left.
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