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The Prince & The Scientist	By : Maddiesan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 1641 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 2
- 3
- 4
A/N: Last revamped chapter before the new stuff!
The Prince & The Scientist
Part 3
Life here was dull and painful.
Vegeta was true to his words and he did not let her escape the lab. She was locked here, something getting what they thought qualified as food, and sometimes, they would be generous enough to give her some water. Of course, she avoided that as much as possible. Bulma had not gotten over her shy bladder and she tried not to have to use it in front of the saiyans. The only good part about this whole ordeal was that she was left alone, with her invention, and Vegeta was nowhere to be seen. Despite his constant whining and bitching, he had not come to check on her progress ever since he locked her in this cell.
Perhaps all the awful duties of being a prince were keeping him busy. What the fuck did he even do all the day?
It did not matter. She did not care.
What she did care about though, were the possibilities on this planet. She thought Earth was advanced - mostly thanks to her father and her - but apparently she had not seen anything. She might be on this planet under blackmail - and under the dictatorship of a complete asshole - but she would be damned if she was not going to enjoy all the new technology at her disposal. It was such a shame that devices and knowledge like these were wasted on stupid monkeys who could not even appreciate them. The possibilities here were endless and if she could just figure out how to decipher this damn alien language, she could broaden her horizon even more. So what if she got a little side tracked from building the gravity room? It was not like the highness was here to supervise her and her guards did not know the first thing about what she was supposed to build.
The only people who might notice where her team of two scientists. Although, even them might not realize. They were scientists, as she had asked, but they were not the brightest of the bunch. On top of a lousy team, the material she needed was not coming in as rapidly as she had hoped. He had promised her she would get what she would need when she needed it but - apparently he was not keeping his word. He did not seem to be very good at that. She could not understand; it was so important to him and he was wasting precious time. She had seen all the supplies laying around when she had ventured into the castle. Why could he simply not bring it to her? Why was he not doing everything he could to speed up the process?
Plus, she was slightly going mad in here.
Her team probably saw her as weak and not worthy of their time which was why they rarely ever engaged in conversations with her. It was no big deal; she liked working on her own. Plus, it was not like their opinions mattered to her; she was way smarter than they were. But, she did miss being able to talk. If she talked to herself, they shot her dirty looks and all the sudden the security on her was tightened. Did they not understand that it was part of the inventing process? She needed to lay out her ideas to see if they made sense. She also needed an outlet for all of her rage. Of course, she did not expect primitive monkeys to understand any of that.
The sound of metal clacking together echoed through the vicinity and pulled her out of her thoughts. She tilted her head forward, blue bangs covering her eyes and she found herself staring at one of her assistants. She was much older than Bulma, rather tall with short, spiky black hair. Gine? She was not sure. Nobody introduced themselves to her. The only reason she had a vague memory of all their names was because Kakarot had introduced them to her. He was actually the only one who ever talked to her. Short conversations with him and her verbal spats with Vegeta were the only thing that kept her sane. Talking to Vegeta always got her blood pumping but it was a rush of adrenaline she had not experienced in a long time. She had tried to not let it get to her, but the moment he spoke, insults flew out of her mouth.
Maybe she had finally managed to hurt his ego and it was why his appearances were so scarce. But really, what did he expect? You cannot kidnap and blackmail someone and expect respect. Real life did not work like that.
Plus, there was no way she hurt his feelings; he was a robot who could not feel.
"And you dare to call yourself a genius."
The sound of the familiar, deep voice sent her hands crisping into fists and her cheeks became the color of rage. She turned her head, blue strands of hair swaying to the side. She knew he had not just come in here to insult her work. She dropped the electronic panel she had been holding and she furrowed her eyebrows, her hands finding her hips. "Maybe if someone actually gave me what I needed, I could do some work around here."
He kept her short on materials and he was bitching? Asshole.
His form came out of the shadows as he approached the barrier of the cell. The light coming from it illuminated his face, giving him an even more sadistic look than he naturally had. "What you are doing is wasting my time," he said as he uncrossed his arms, letting them drop to his sides.
Of course he fucking knew that she had not gotten new materials in a while but he expected her to work miracles regardless. She bragged about herself so much that she should be able to do something with very little. He also graced her with the pleasure of working with one of his best scientists, which was not feat since it could easily attract Frieza's attention. He did not want unnecessary attention and she herself was already a secret that was hard to keep. Her blue hair made her stand out too much. What an awful color. Maybe he would have to do something about it.
"Maybe if you didn't give me incompetent monkeys, I could work a little better," she screamed.
His left eye twitched and she knew she had won. A man's ego was a fragile thing, no matter his species. Her pride never faded away when he took a step in her direction, vengeance shining in his dark soulless eyes. That insult set him off. He could not hear the word monkey another time - especially not out of her mouth. It was never her voice he heard when that word was pronounced. It was that fucking lizard's voice that would ring through his ears.
"Leave," he ordered, the word a deadly whisper.
All the saiyans present in the room knew he was addressing them and not the blue haired human. No a single soul argued, instead, they stopped all they were doing and quietly walked out before enraging their prince further. One loyal guard did linger however.
"You too Kakarot." He hated repeating himself. She was one little weak human; he did not need someone to stay behind to check up on him. He could take care of her himself. "Now," he spoke through gritted teeth.
It was not like he was trying to hide what he was doing to her. He did not want privacy because it was shameless. He simply needed to relish in this little pleasure by himself. It enraged him when she disrespected him publicly, but in front of his people? It was much worse. He already had one person making sure he felt like he was nothing, and he would not let a low being treat him like he was nothing. He was not nothing; he was the fucking Prince of all Saiyans.
Before she could even be aware of the danger that was heading her way, it was too late. It all happened too fast for her human eyes to see.
All she knew, was that she could no longer breathe. Her back was smashed against a machine, air was not reaching her lungs and she winched in pain. Strong fingers were wrapped around her throat, squeezing, threatening to break her neck. Not again. She clutched her hands around his wrists, tugging at it as she desperately tried to free herself from his hold. He knew he could not kill her - why was he still putting on a show?
"Le-let go," she managed to say as she wasted the last of her air.
"I warned you before. Do not overestimate yourself or I will find someone else." He already had her plans which was the basis of her work. It might be a longer process if he used someone else but it would not be an impossible task. He would not let her have any kind of power over him. He was the one who decided of her life, of her fate. She had no say in the matter. He would not let someone else treat him like a puppet.
"N-nobody," she began, while his grip tightened. She could feel herself wanting to slip into unconsciousness but she ignored that feeling. "Nobod-y can do wh-what I do."
For a second, she felt his fingers loosened and she thought he believed her. However, his next actions proved her wrong. In a flash, he smacked her against the table, knocking the air out of her lungs. She felt her warm cheek squished against the cold metal of the table while her chest expanded, finally filling itself with air. Meanwhile, tears stung at her eyes, the pain of the hit traveling through her body. Her neck was still pulsing, probably red from his fingers. That fucking bastard. He was treating her like a goddamn rag doll and he was not giving her a chance to defend herself. Pain spread in her stomach as she was bent over the metal table, the edge digging into her stomach. The amount of pressure applied on her stomach only increased as he pushed her down even more, laying over her, his body weight nearly too much to bear.
She could feel all of his muscles through the fabrics of their clothes, all of his strength while he covered her fragile body. She shivered but this time, it was not out of pain or out of fear. There was something about his presence that was strong, overwhelming. Her toes curled and she was almost dizzy from the power he surrounded her with, her eyes closing. He bent over even more, his breath tickling the back of her neck. She inhaled deeply again, her lungs demanding more air and his musk metallic scent filled her nostrils. She pinched her lips, fury brewing inside of her.
Rage; that was the only feeling he was allowed to feel. There was a buzzing traveling through his body, a need to assert his dominance over her. It was not about hitting her, about beating her to a pulp. No, he simply add a need to prove he was the dominant one. Blood rushed through him and he knew he could bend her over a little more and then…
No.
Not that.
He was tired, he was stressed out and - and he had no desire to couple with that horrible exotic creature.
Vegeta released the non existent hold he had on her, and back away from her, unrolling his body away from her for. He did not know what was up with that vulgar woman but he did not want any part of it. She was a scientist and a dirty weak human; she was probably preying on his exhaustion to play with his head. He would not allow her to do so. Why had she stopped fighting him? Why had she not try to kick him?
He had the time to back away a few footsteps before Bulma even stood up straight. Her heart was racing, pounding so loud that she was convinced even he could hear it. This time, his attack had been different. She could always tell that he was out to kill her but his touch had been changed this time; it was weaker, his fingers almost feeling soft. She turned her head to face him - and yell at him- but all she had time to do was catch a glimpse of his widow peaked hair. He disappeared into the shadow and she let out a sigh. She was back to being completely by herself once again. Although, she had no doubt he would send his minions back in a moment.
Vegeta was… a strange creature.
-T-
"You requested my presence milord?"
"Have you seen him?"
"He hurried to the castle the moment he landed, sir."
"Alone?"
"Alone."
Silence befell and Jeice felt a tremor traveling through his body while his shoulders stiffened. Frieza's silence was never a good omen. His bright orange skin glistened with the shine of his sweat while he patiently - and silently - awaited his next instructions. Lately, his missions had involved spying on Vegeta. However, he was not told why and he was not informed on what he should be looking out for in the Prince. Stalking Vegeta came with a load of problems since the Prince was a pain in the ass that never did as he was told. At least Jeice had the fortune of being much stronger than the monkey.
Nervousness getting the best of him, Jeice tucked a strand of white hair behind his ear before he took a step forward. Had his Lord forgotten his presence? From the corner of his eye he could see the Frieza was swirling around the red wine trapped in his cup. He was thinking - and he was unhappy. When he was pleased, he was drinking.
"That wretched little monkey is up to something. I know it."
Frieza could not put his finger on it but something was wrong with the way Vegeta was acting. Was it the way he too eagerly agreed to every mission without fighting him? Or maybe it was the shine of determination in his eyes? He was not sure. What he did know was that he needed to be under constant surveillance, always monitored. Frieza knew better than to believe that Vegeta had lost his need for revenge and rebellion. He had simply developed ways to hide his stubbornness. Vegeta was not foolish enough to try and kill him - it would cost him his own life along with his entire planet. But, for a stupid ape, he was quite clever. Maybe it was something else he was hiding.
"Get someone else from the ginuy team down here. Keep a close surveillance at all time. I want to know everything he does."
"Yes, milord."
-T-
The light of the second sun shun through inside of Vegeta's royal chambers while he stood near the golden and purple drape, his eyebrows knitted together. As he stood shirtless, the sunlight highlighted his many scars, the signs that indicated he had survived many battles throughout the years. He always healed but the wounds of battle never disappeared. Of course, not all of these had been acquired during missions. His very first scars had been gifts from Frieza. It was to show that he survived, but it was not a sign of strength. It showed that the lizard owned him. Every time he laid bare, it disgusted him. Anger seeped through him and he violently tucked on the curtains, shielding his room from all the light. He did not need to see the sun; he had not even slept yet.
How could he sleep when he was focused on the troubles that laid ahead and that damn woman? He had an excellent self-control, one that had helped him remain alive throughout the years and the struggles. Last night, it slipped him. He almost considered something he should never consider. He turned his head, looking at his empty, neatly done bed. It was always empty. Once Frieza had taken control of the planet, he had made sure to prohibit sex between saiyans. He wanted to control everything about them and that included the expansion of their population. He did not simply slow it down; he stopped it completely. No new saiyans had been born since the night he added that giant ki ball to the sky.
Vegeta was one of the youngest saiyans alive. Frieza had made sure to wipe all the newborns upon his arrival.
It brought forth the beginning of a rebellion since mates could not longer enjoy each other's bodies. They had to remain apart, unable to touch each other even if their bond screamed for attention. It again confirmed that mating was a sign of weakness because it made you depended of another being. He was expected to mate one day - the next queen to be. Of course, that was impossible to do while Frieza was in charge. What was the point of a queen? What was the point of being a Prince?
He was stronger, he was better but he was still a dog on a leash.
Until he was free, his title meant nothing - he meant nothing at all.
He lived each day wishing for freedom. He lived each day under a tyranny.
Vegeta ran his fingers through his hair, flattening it down for a moment. He could not longer stay in this room; being trapped like this brought back memories and it made him feel like a caged bird. Plus, he knew the woman only worked well when she was under pressure; when no one was watching her, she slacked off and he could not afford that. He was more pressed for time than before. Especially since little birds were watching him now. He had to be a lot more subtle than usual. He had been waiting for it, waiting for Frieza to send his little spies after him. He had not seen them per say, but he knew they were there; he felt them. He did not trust anybody and already, it was killing him that he was trusting some people around her. All he knew was that Frieza only suspected something was wrong. If he had known about the woman, he would have dragged her death body in front of Vegeta by now. For the time being, he was safe but he did not know how much longer he would enjoy this safety. Of course, the more the project would advance, the less people would be on the team. He could not let his secret slip away.
One day, he would be a supersaiyan and all of this pain would be over.
He would rule again and he would make his throne out of Frieza's dead body. He would let everyone in the universe know that he was the strongest and that they should not mess with him. He would be warrior, the legend they would all talk about for centuries to come. He would shed everyone's blood, he would take over all the worlds and rule them. Nobody else would be able to steal power from him, nobody would ever shatter his pride again. He would conquer it all, simply to be free from it all.
Suddenly, there was a knock on his door and he growled.
"Prince Vegeta, your father demands a meeting with you."
His weak, pathetic excuse of a Father. He only respected him because his blood demanded it. If his father had been stronger, Frieza would have never been allowed to take over the planet and the saiyans would be free.
"He can wait."
A heavy sigh rolled off his lips as he grabbed the nearest pair of black spandex pants. He slipped them over his naked body, wincing at the friction between the fabric and his skin. Then, he picked up his boots and slipped them on. His armor was not necessary in the castle but he always wore it regardless; a warrior had to be ready at all time and he had a feeling Frieza's little pets would be picking a fight with him soon. He swung the door opened, finding himself staring at a much taller saiyan, his height making him hover over the prince. Unlike Vegeta, his head was void of any hair but he did have a disgusting moustache covered his upper lip.
"Nappa, go check on Kakarot."
The idiot was quite strong for a low class saiyan but he also had a talent for getting in trouble. If he attracted attention to himself, it would also attract attention to his little project and he could not afford that.
Nappa nodded before bowing to his Prince. It took less than a second for him to disappear to execute his leader's order. He was perhaps the only person Vegeta trusted. Nappa had beenassigned to him upon his birth to help raise and train him. The King should have done it but it appeared he had other tasks to attend instead of taking care of his own son.
Despite his reluctance to meet with his father, Vegeta headed to the throne room with his arms crossed in front of his chest. The room used to hold two thrones; a bigger one covered in a gold frame and purple draping and a smaller one completely dipped in purple. However, the moment his mother passed away, his father destroyed it. Since he had already obtained an heir from his mating, he had not seen the point in getting another mate. Vegetasei could be ruled without a queen.
He was not wrong.
The entire castle was filled with a deadly silence which was only broken by the sound of his boots hitting the ceramic. He passed through the multitude of servants and they all moved out of his way when they saw him approach. Nobody would dare stand in his way. When he finally reached his destination he was intrigued to find that the immense golden doors were already wide open as though many had passed through already. He eyed the vicinity suspiciously; this was not good. As expected, the inside of the throne room did not only contained his father; Jeice was also present. On the list of people he wanted to murder, Jeice was quite high on the list. He had been the one in charge of retraining Vegeta when Frieza had taken hold on of the planet. His job had been to beat him to an inch of his life every day.
One day, he would snap his neck. One day, he would torture him until he begged for death.
"Father," Vegeta said, never laying eyes on Jeice.
King Vegeta immediately took noticed that his son did not bow in front of him but he kept his lips tightly shut. His son was too proud for his own good and he did not know when to let go. He was lucky Frieza enjoyed having toys to play with or he might have killed Vegeta a long time ago. Did his son not understand that pride was useless if you were dead?
"Jeice will be staying in the castle with us," he announced.
Frieza's minions usually came and went and nobody truly paid attention to it. They did not like being on the planet any more than the saiyans liked having them there. If his father made it a point to share this information with him it was because he was not about to leave anytime soon.
"When is the goblet leaving?"
Jeice took a step forward, his white eyebrows furrowed. Whenever Frieza would find out what the little twat was up to, Jeice would request to be the one to inflict the torture. He already had his ki blocking handcuffs ready and waiting for the Prince. It was time to add some scars on that skin. Oh how he would relish in every wound he would leave on his body.
"Never, you're my assigned little pet. Frieza's orders."
He would not let his rage show. "If anyone is a pet here, it's you sunburn."
"Zarbon is not going to like your idiot." He smirked. He could handle the prince's pathetic insults. "I thought I might get lonely down here, watching all the monkeys dance. Thought I'd bring a friend and Frieza thought it was a great idea."
Zarbon could appeared to be inoffensive but once the prettiness washed off, he was quite deadly. Vegeta knew for a fact that he could take on Jeice but he was not sure he could take the two of them. At least not considering his current restrictions. If they two of them followed him around though, he was fucked. He could not even afford to go check up on the woman. Worst of all, he would have to pull away his guards; if Jeice noticed that Nappa and Kakarot were not by his sides, he would know something was up. He did not want him to g looking for them.
King Vegeta shared his son displeasure for the situation but for different reasons. Whenever Frieza sent little spies, it was never good. Especially considering the fact that they were here for Vegeta. Frieza had already killed his mate, he could not afford to have him kill his heir as well.
"Anything else?" Vegeta asked between gritted teeth.
He needed to get the hell out and as rapidly as possible; he needed to call back all of his people without actually going near the woman. He did not even know how he was going to pull it off.
"That's all," Jeice answered in place of the King. "I'll see you around little monkey."
The day had not even begun yet and he was already living in a nightmare.
-T-
A bright light blinded her and for an instant, she thought she was walking to her death.
Her mind was fuzzy, her memories a haze, while she tried to open her eyes. Unfortunately for her, despite her many tries, she could only see the blinding light. She foolishly attempted to lift her arms in an effort to shield herself from it but she found that she could not. No matter how much she tugged, her arms remained locked by her side. She groaned, too weak to keep on fighting, and decided to simply close her eyes.
"She will be fine."
That voice, she did not recognize.
"Weak human."
That one on the other hand, she was quite familiar with it.
Her rage towards him was stronger than anything else and she opened her eyes again despite the light. Luckily for her, it was being pulled away from her face as she did so. For the first time since regaining consciousness, her vision began to clear up. In front of her, kneeling down with a flashlight on her lap, was Gine. Behind her, there was Vegeta who was staring at her with disgust in his eyes. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest, and his eyebrows were frowned; his trademark expression.
"I c-" but she could not even finish her sentence. Her throat was too raspy.
Vegeta did not bulge but Gine seemed to notice something was off. She brought her a glass of water and touched it to her lips. Oh right. She did not have control over her own damn arms. Why again? She had not asked. Because she could not ask - because her damn throat was so damn dry that she could not talk. She meant to speak but decided to drink the water first. She was trying to pace herself but quickly found that she could not; her body was craving that clear liquid and ended up downing the whole thing in a matter of seconds.
Once she was no longer in danger of dying of dehydration, she took a look around. It was then that she noticed that some IVs were plugged into her arms. They were feeding her? Panic formed in the pit of her stomach and a real fear froze her blood; had long had she been forgotten in the lab?
It was his fault. For the millionth times, he had - he had tried to kill her. "I almost died!"
He could not let her know the situation had been out of his control. "You should be stronger."
Vegeta was taking a huge risk; he should not be in the same room as her. Unfortunately, he had to make sure she was not dead. It had already taken everything to get Kakarot to her. His shadows had a hearing as good as him and they followed him everywhere he went. They thought he did not know they were on his trail, but he did. It had required careful planning for Kakarot to reach her in the lab, and it had taken an even more elaborate planning for him to come down here. He could not afford for them to find this lab, not when he was so close to his goal.
"Gine, you will keep an eye on her."
Her disappearance would be the less noted. She was a scientists and her motives would not be questioned like those of his warriors and guards. She might even be able to slip in and out of the lab to bring her the required materials. It was not ideal and his plans were delayed once again but - it was the best he could do considering the current circumstances.
"You are not leaving me here again," she warned.
As if she could order him. He was the one giving the orders. "You will do as you are told."
"You're not starving me again." And she had not even do anything this time! The nerve of him!
She wanted to scream at him until her throat burned - unfortunately for her, she could barely manage to hold her own head at the moment. Once she was back on her feet, she would let him know what a mistake it was to mess with Bulma Briefs. She would find a way to counter his power and he would get down to his knees. He was done underestimating her.
"You'll work with what you have." It would take a bit before he could provide her with more materials. Even with Gine's help.
She scoffed. "Fine. If you want a GR for little chimpanzees. Although, I think even you're too tall for that."
His eyes narrowed; he did not enjoy humor that aimed to ridiculize his height. He moved Gine out of the way with one swipe of the arm and then, he grabbed the collar of Bulma's shirt. He yanked her up in a standing position, the forcefulness of his action ripping the IVs out of her arms. She winced at the pain that throbbed through her while blood began to spill.
"You're the genius," he mocked, "I'm sure you can figure it out."
"And you're the prince," she mocked back, "why can't you do whatever the fuck you want?"
If she ever found out he had a weakness, he did not doubt that she would use it against him. It was the same thing he was doing to her, and what Frieza was doing to him. It was an endless cycle of pain and blackmail.
"What I do is none of your concern."
He might take care for an idiot, but she was not. There was something she was missing, a hole in his story that she could not quite figure out. He needed the GR to get stronger. He had left her there to nearly die more than once. And he could not give her all the materials she needed. What was she missing?
"You can't," she finally whispered.
"I can do what I want."
"Then do it."
She was challenging him and his authority and he had about had it with that attitude of hers. He had already been disrespected enough those last few days by Zarbon and Jeice and he did not need her to get involved in this as well. He could keep a mask in front of Frieza but whenever he spat with her, it fell. He could not control the rage that flowed through him.
"Yes, maybe I'll get rid of the annoyance."
He tugged her closer, her feet grazing the ground while her breasts touched his spandex covered chest. He was trying to intimidate her. Unfortunately for him, he had shown his cards by not letting her die.
"If you wanted me dead, you would have let me die."
When Gine had reported her bad shape, he had come himself to inspect it. Maybe he should have let her die. He did not like that she knew how desperately he needed that GR. He always said he did not kill her because she had not built it yet. Every time she insulted him, every time she disrespected him - he let her live. She was everything he hated, everything he despised put into one weak body.
He wanted to end her insignificant life so that he would never have to see her blue hair ever again.
"At dawn, you get back to work," he said before carelessly dropping her to the ground.
Her ass hit the ground faster than she expected and she was unable to brace herself for the fall.
"You'll get what you need when I say you get it," he reminded her. He would not be judged and he would not be underestimated. He might be in restraints at the moment, but he was the Prince. She would not win, Frieza would not win - only he would win.
And then he would snap her neck and he would be free.
It would be his greatest victory.
-T-
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