Meant to Be

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This fic is a re-post. So if any one of you remember reading further than this...no you\'re not crazy, I\'m just betaing and fixing the fic and posting as I go^^

Chapter Three: Destinies Apart (Part II)


They dined and talked into the small hours of the night, mainly listening to Kakarotto’s stories of the time he and the prince had spent on Freeza’s ship. Always emphasizing how strong and cool Vegeta was. It made her sick, sick because she felt all she wanted to do right now was beg Kakarotto to take her back to him and ask him why? Why had he done this to her? Why did he made her feel so much, so overwhelmed with pleasure, so complete... just to have it all taken away from her as if she had never existed.
At the end of the night both Raditz and Kakarotto promised to be at the announcement to support Chivaa. Raditz kissed her cheek and went ahead and she went back in the house with the excuse to clean the mess, leaving Chivaa and Kakarotto by themselves at the door:

“Thank you from bringing Bulma back,” Chivaa said looking at her feet, afraid to meet his gaze, she had been trying to avoid it the whole night, yet she was fascinated by what he had gone through. Vegeta Ouji had been far, far away from Chivaa’s mind the whole time he had been talking. She wanted to ask him so many things, about himself, about life, about everything; she felt she just wanted to talk to him.

“It was nothing, like I said Vegeta asked me to do it.”

“I’d like to think you would have done it regardless.”

“Maybe…Well I gotta go, it’s late and I have lots to do in the morning.”

“Goodbye Goku.” She said suddenly kissing his cheek and closing the door before he could do anything. He just stood there staring at the door, touching his face, a broad goofy smile spread out on his face he took to the air still touching his face, oblivious of anything but the warmth in his chest. So distracted that he failed to notice Raditz hidden in the shadows glaring daggers on his direction.



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“So what happened?” Bulma was behind her, and Chivaa suspected that she had been all along.

“That’s what I should ask you,” She turned to her friend; “I was really worried about you.”

“What’s there to be worried about... you know what he wanted?” Bulma said turning to go back to the hearth room. “Besides... Do you really want to know what happened? You are to marry him you know.”

“I’m glad you’re ok” the tall Saiyan said ignoring her friend’s comment. “Toma is coming tomorrow for the celebrations.”

“It will be no celebration, that I can assure you,” Bulma paused, “But let’s talk about something other than that stupid announcement.” She said pulling a note pad from under her clothes.

“I got something to keep us occupied for a while.”

“What is it?” Chivaa asked suspiciously.

“While in Vegeta’s room I came across something very interesting…”

“Save it Bulma, spit it out.”

“Ok, ok…He’s got a regen tank in his room, which he used to heal my lashes, I guess he wanted me in top shape for his…” she paused thoughtfully “You know, ‘enjoyment’, so I did what any girl would do and I dismantled it. Worked out its functions traced its patterns and came up with sort of blue print. You know that sort of thing.” She said handing the notebook to Chivaa.

“When did you have time to do this?” Her friend asked looking at the pages amazed at the accuracy in them.

“After he did the ‘deed’ he ran like a slave run from Saiyans.” Chivaa shifted her gaze from the paper with a mixture of concern laced with something that resembled very much like jealousy.

“Was he gentle?” She asked.

“I’m still alive. Chivaa I really don’t want to talk about it if you don’t mind, loosinur vur virginity to the fiancée of your best friend and owner mind you, is not something a girl wants to talk about,” She said somewhat annoyed, “I think that we can definitely build one of this babies.” Bulma said changing the subject.

“Remember we always said we’d talk about anything and if I remember correctly you were very adamant to include our first time.”

“Yes Chivaa, but I don’t think it counts when is going to be the same man we are loosing it to,” she sighted “Look, let’s go to bed its been a long day and I’m really tired, and since you don’t want to talk about Kakarotto…”

“Why should I want to talk about him?”

“Can it, I saw you two. Let’s just go to bed.”

“This isn’t over Bulma…”

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The next morning she awoke with a nagging pain to her groin “Fucking saiyans and their big cocks.” she thought grimly as she started on her daily routine. Chivaa was already out somewhere and she needed to make sure none of the other slaves slacked. Today was the big day. Chivaa would get engaged to the man she had spend all night thinking about. “Why can I get you out of my head?” Her groin was definitely hurting now, so much that she had to double over while tending to Chivaa’s clothes... Armor was more fitting a word. The one she got was all silver with the insignia of her house. “How did these barbarians expect their women to wear this too?” The sound of voices coming into the house startled her. She went to see what all the commotion was and was very surprised to see Toma-san and some of the other man in his squad, including Bardock and of course Raditz coming into the house very noisily. Chivaa was with them.

“Bulma! I’m glad too see you have not destroyed my house.” Toma-san said to her with a broad grin plastered on his face. “What have you two been up to since I left?” It was not really a question. She smiled at him very relieved to see him. Toma –san was like a father to her. Never treating her any differently than he would his own daughter. The others hurried to the hearth room to get a head start on the bottle, leaving Chivaa, Toma, Bardock and Raditz in the room.

“If I were you I wouldn’t ask.” Bardock said coming towards her giving her his tunic to put away, no malice or contempt just good natured as always. She looked at him once again astonished at the almost twin like similarity with Kakarotto. She took the tunic and was getting ready to go back into the kitchens to make sure there was enough food for them. Bardock suddenly grabbed her from the waist pulling her back to him, scaring the crap out of her. He lifted her from the floor and brought her upper body to his nose and sniffed quickly a couple of times.

“What’s the matter Bar?” Toma asked eying all this curiously. They had talked about Bulma’s beauty and how more than a few of them would like to get their way with her. But this was not like Bardock to do.

“You reek like my son Kakarotto and someone else I can’t place.” He said glaring daggers at her. Why? She couldn’t tell.

“You are with child” Well now she could, Bardock let her drop flat on the floor.

“What?!” She said in unison with the rest of them, only Raditz seemed not very surprised by it. “What do you mean I’m with child?” She quickly got up to look at him imploring with her eyes that he tell her it is not true, not true, not…Bulma fell on her knees staring at her belly disbelievingly. She felt a woman’s hands on her. “Bulma” It was all Chivaa could say before Toma grabbed her in a very similar way as Bardock had. And did the same “smelling.”

“You’re right... she is.” He looked at her with a mixture of condemnation and outrage; he did not let her drop but held her higher choking the life out of her.

“Toma stop it!” Chivaa lunged herself at her father trying to loose his grip on her, and all she could do was wonder if “he” would even care, about the child, her death... probably not.

“Toma- Otto-san stop it please, it’s not her fault!” She turned to Bardock, then Raditz imploring both to do something.

“Toma!” Bardock snapped. “Let her go, at least let her explain.” Toma dropped her like a rag doll to the other side of the room. In her self-pity she had only but a moment to notice that she had never seen him like this.

“It may not even be a Saiyan’s child.” Bardock continued not even looking at her.

“Hmph.” Raditz leaned on the wall crossing his arms suddenly very interested in the outcome of this.

“Is it Kakarotto’s?” Bardock asked as she started crying uncontrollably. “I knew it.” Toma lunged himself at her again with murder in his eyes, but Bardock only lifted a hand to halt him. “There is nothing she could have done to stop him.” He turned to her holding both her shoulders, shaking her gently to get her attention.

“You know you can’t keep it. I don’t know how things went between the two of you, but you cannot keep this brat.”

“It is not Kakarotto’s.” It was Raditz who spoke up.

“Raditz!” Chivaa shouted trying to get his attention to stop him from making a big mistake. The last thing she needed was for them to know who the real father was.

“What is it, are you really going to let them think that are you?” Raditz looked at her strangely. “Is Vegeta-Ouji’s brat.” If it weren’t for the severity of the situation their faces would have been comical.

“All the more reason to get rid of it,” Bardock was the first to recover. “I don’t even want to know what happened there.”

“But we can not abort the child for at least another three weeks.” Chivaa said still holding her, soothing her back, while all she could do was listen to these monsters deciding her fate, unable to do anything.

“Then we kill her with it. I’ll be damn if you have to mate with thsshosshole and don’t even get to bore the next heir.” Toma was beside himself. What the hell had gone on here? He had always seen Bulma like one of them. Maybe that had been his mistake for now he knew deep down he could not go through with what he just said.

“Tossan!” Chivaa could not believe her ears. That the person she respected and admired the most had just uttered those words. It wasn’t Bulma’s fault, it was hers for not seeing it coming. She had long noticed the lustful looks Bulma got from my evy every man that laid eyes on her and that included her father. She had to admit that she herself had felt jealous on more that one occasion. Why did it occur to her that the prince would be any different?

“Calm down Toma, there can be no bastard heirs of mixed blood, besides if we don’t let her come out of the house it’ll be alright.” Thank Gods for Bar-kun he was the only one thinking rationally.

“But what if someone sees her, you know the longer we wait the easier it is to tell.”

“If that happens I will take the blame.” Raditz said to no one in particular “My reputation isn’t the best so no one would question it.”

“Raditz would you do that?” Chivaa’s glorious eyes turned to him full of gratitude, How had this slave grown in her heart this way he would never know, but the thought of making her happy was all that matter to him; that and making the prince mad. “Why not?” He shrugged indifferently.

“Is settled then,” Bardock, said shifting his gaze towards Bulma.” I hope you realize what we’re doing for you girl. Our “beloved Ouji” would not hesitate in killing you like a bug.” She just nodded her head yes. Tears still rolling down her face.

“Bulma; its nothing against you, you know this but I cannot….”

“Toma, don’t,” Chivaa interrupted before he could finish the sentence.

“Girl...who has seen you since it happened?” Bardock asked.

“Besides Kakarotto, and us all no one else I hope” Raditz said looking at her for the first time since this started, “Saiyan I mean.”

“No” she said in a small voice, holding her belly, coming to terms with the fact that she would never meet this little piece of herself. It was moments like this that made her realize just how defenseless and alone she really was.

“Go to your quarters and do not come out until we tell you to.” Toma snapped.

“Toma you can’t do this to her.” Chivaa cried
s I s I can... and you will stay out of this.”

“This is not fare and you know it.”

“Chivaa, leave it... there is nothing you can do this time. If I were you I would start getting ready for your engagement.” Bardock told her grabbing her by the shoulders and leading her to the hearth room to join the others. “On your lives I hope it is not neces to to tell you that not one word about this must be said.”

“I hope this works. Because it would really be our lives if it doesn’t.” Toma said following them. Raditz was already on his way leaving her alone to cry and cry and cry…


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How much can this man talk! He had been in this chair for the past five hours listening to his old man ramble over Freeza’s meeting. He had already concluded the monster was up to something in the first ten minutes of this. If only he could concentrate on the matter at hand. He knew this was bad, maybe even worst that they imagined, but he could not stop thinking about the woman. What sort of sorcery did she use on him? Her smell still lingered on his skin and it was driving him mad. He kept replaying their “encounter” over and over remembering the way she felt as he entered her untouched body, and the way she called his name with no fear, no reserve. He had to see her again and soon. Gods! She was even making him forget his training. Sorcery was the only logical answer he could come up with. Maybe he should kill her now before her spell is complete. Before is too late to part with her. On top of that he had been trying to contact Kakarotto for the past three hours but the moron has not bothered to reply; he’ll show him later. But now he needed to make this bastard shut up. He had plenty of things to do before tonight. Yes that stupid woman will get hers tonight. Trying to sneer the Saiyajin no Ouji with tricks, her father will pay as well, if he had to be enslaved to them he’ll make sure their lives are a living hell. They will curse the day they cross his pat
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“I heard enough,” Vegeta said getting up to leave, “I look into it while on Freeza’s ship.”

“Brat! Don’t disregard this like you do everything else.”

“We will not find the answers by sitting around here crying like babies.”

“No, but we can come up with a good course of action, that I will expect you to follow.”

“You know nothing about Freeza Old man; you can sit here and conspire against him all your lives and still will never understand what you are up against.”

“But at least it will get us that much closer to it.”

“Whatever. I’m done here,” the prince walked to the door and turned to them. “Let me know when you do.”

“Wait. I have something to discuss with you about tonight.” the king said trying to get back his brat’s interest

“What is it?”

“Nappa.” Vegeta-Ou snapped at which the older warrior immediately responded with a firm salute and exited the room quietly.

“I’ll see you at the training arena Nappa.” Vegeta said as the taller man went past him, Nappa only nodded swallowing in apensiension at the annoyed look on his prince’s face, that look only meant regen tank.

“Close the door brat, this will not take long.”

“Hmph. Let’s hope not.”

“Here take this; it was your mother’s and her mother’s before that. I think your bride to be should have it.” The king said walking towards his son holding a ring. Vegeta just glanced at it noticing that this was the first time his father had actually “share” something with him.

“I don’t need that garbage.” He responded disregarding the object. He had never seen anything belonging to his mother, never even seen a portrait of her in the palace, but he was not about to let his father know how curious he was or how impressed that he even had something that had belonged to her.

“She will get it regardless, either by my hand or yours. I think yours would be more appropriate.

“Fine” he snatched the ring from his father and left the room in search of Kakarotto. As he walked down the halls he looked at the ring bearing some ancient symbols instead of the royal seal. The ring was beautifully made in silver metal with many stones of different shapes, sizes and colors, the ring itself seemed to tell a story, it was also huge. His mother probably never wore the thing, but he had to admit that it was fit for a queen.

He rounded the corner and saw that stupid elite who would be his mateone one the hangers watching Toma and the other losers in his squad disembark. No doubt here for the announcement, Raditz was with her.
What the hell was he doing with her instead of training? All the better the more people to piss him off, the more asses he’ll have to kick. A wide smirk spread on his face at the thought of that.

He lingered hoping to see the woman hanging around with her owner, but he didn’t see her. He saw Bardock getting off the ship and held the elite woman up like a child. Disgraceful! A true warrior would not behave in that manner, especially in front of others to see. He will have to knock some sense and manners into him. Touching other man’s property like that. So far the whole pack of morons was going to get it from him. He left for the training arena ready to kill, burning with the anticipation of the fight. He was in so much anger that today he would take Kakarotto to the desert to train.

As he got there everyone stopped in unison to salute, except for Kakarotto of course. He was very much occupied beating the crap out of an elite warrior. He stopped asking himself a long time ago how that was possible.

“Kakarotto!” he snapped.

“Hey, Vegeta!” the goof came to him with that annoying smile of his, forgetting to use his title yet again in front of others. “You’re here early; I thought you would get some extra sleep today.”

“Why would I do that you baka?”

“You know... Bulma can be a hand full.” He whispered in his ear, cupping his hand and looking around, making him so mad that he could feel the vein on his temple pop out.

“That is none of your business, fool!”

“Ok, ok I was just joking.”

“Did you take her back like I asked you to?”

“Of course.”

“Good,” he sneered, “How was she?” he asked hesitantly, he did not wanted to give this fool the wrong impression,

“Who, Chivaa?”

“Who the fuck is Chivaa? Oh her, no I meant the slave.”

“Bulma was fine... she can sure talk a lot though, I wonder how come you didn’t kill her for talking too much.” the third class snickered.

“The same way I don’t kill you.”

“Yeah but I can fight.”

“If you call that fighting I guess” Vegeta said trying to steer this fool out of topic. “We’re going into the desert.”

“Are you sure Vegeta? Tonite’s your party you might wanna rest and look pretty.”

“What the fuck do you think I’ am you fool!! I do not need to look “Pretty”” This idiot was really making him mad now, and the fact the every elite in the room was still watching them made it all the worst. “What the fuck are you all looking at? Get back to your training!!” he yelled. All but Nappa immediately reassumed their fighting.

“I’ll be happy to show him his place Ouji-sama.” the older man said walking towards them.

“I don’t think you can, but you would be a good warm up match.” At this the elite warrior turned red in anger. To think that his own prince didn’t think him worthy of this annoying third class fool. “Yes my Lord, it’ll be my pleasure.” He turned to the idiot with murder on his face. “Shall we Kakarotto-chan?”

“What are you going to do in the meantime Vegeta?”

“That Kakarotto... is none of your business.” He said leaving the both of them staring after him. His rage at this point was leaning more towards the fool’s father and brother; he’ll get “his” warm up with them. They were no doubt at his “fiancé’s” place. Maybe you’ll even get to see the woman. The prince thought, somehow knowing in the back of his mind that- that was the real reason he was going all the way to Toma’s place. He had hurt her last night. He kept saying to himself that he would kill hnd bnd be done with it but he also wanted to make sure she was all right... Sorcery.

He went back to the hanger where he had seen them before, but of course they were gone. He did not know where his fiancé lived but he had no doubts that many people did. He just needed to find one of them.
Many people were staring at him, probably amazed at the fact that they had never seen him wondering about; he usually went from the training arena to his room or to the harem. Or maybe they were staring because he had not fought his father regarding the engagement. Whatever it was it was annoying him, Adding logs to the fire that was burning inside of him. He saw a warrior wearing thirass ass armor; this jerk must know where Toma lives.

“Hey you! Come here.” He called out to him, the man turned looking annoyed but his expression immediately changed to that of fear as soon as he realized who had called on him.

“Ouji-sama,” the man said bowing “How may I be of service?” Vegeta only smirked at the asshole, pleased by his reaction.

“Where does Toma live? And you better know it lest I kill you right here and now”. Everybody knew who Toma was. It was not everyday that you saw an elite taking orders from a third class.

“Yes Ouji-sama I know where.” The man told him. It took him about thirty minutes to fly there. The bastard lived so far from the main city. He descended lightly on the footsteps of the house. Big house it was. At least he doesn’t “ live” like a third class. He thought.
And he did what he did best stormed in.

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They ate and talked briefly about the mission they had just come back from, trying tit ait any mention of the little “situation” they had found themselves in. Chivaa was trying to cheer everybody up by talking about her preparations for the party; a party that everybody knew was a joke. She seemed to be okay with the fact that her slave was pregnant with the child of her soon to be mate and king of them all. There was something veryng wng with this picture, and he, Bardock was going to find out. That his son Goku was even involved disturbed him greatly. He knew that hanging out with the prince was not the best thing it had ever happened to him, but unfortunately he had no choice there. He needed to have a talk with him to find out what really happened here. Bulma had came out of her room, “of course the woman was more disobedient than Nappa at his worst*” and was now in the process of devouring some roasted meat. She had just gotten with child and was already eating like a woman in full term.
She better not get used to it. She knew that brat had to go before anyone could tell. Chivaa kept on chattering to her father about trivial things and Raditz was just watching her, adoring her like always. He had noticed a long time ago about his eldest son’s devotion towards her. He even thought about talking to Toma about them mating. But now, with the king choosing her to mate the prince he should have opted instead on discouraging this infatuation.

A loud noise that sounded very much like a door being torn from its hinges and an overwhelming ki that could only belong to Goku or the prince, and Bardock knew his son’s ki and that was not it made its way into the hose. Everyone turned their heads to the noise at exactly the same instant. Bardock only had half a second to react.


“Raditz, take Bulma away from here now!!” Raditz was already hurling her over his shoulder and flying out the window.

“What the hell is going on?” he heard her say. “Put me down you brute!” And thankfully they were gone. The prince promptly made his entrance a second later.

“Don’t get up for me.” he said smirking to no one in particular and sat down on the spot Raditz had occupied but a moment before.

“Mmm... its warm. Who is missing this party?” he said pensive, “Ah yes, I thought I saw your weak excuse for a son with you before” he said looking straight at Bardock. “Where did he go? I need to discuss something with him.” the prince looked murderous. What c Rad Raditz possibly have done to enrage Vegeta Ouji like this? Chivaa... he must know of his feelings for Chivaa

“Vegeta-Ouji.” Toma said getting up and offering his salute to the prince. Where was all that “ I’m going to kick his ass, the next time I see him” or “ Fucking bastard I’ll tell him what’s what”. Bardock could only chuckle inside; he will have to tease him about it later.

“He is not here Ouji-sama” Chivaa said eyier fer father. “But I’m sure you did not come all the way here just for that. Would you like to hear how the banquet’s preparations are coming along?”

“You will speak when you are spoken to whore.” He said turning to her, ignoring everybody else in the room. Toma’s face had turned red with rage, but he said nothing.

“My prince I do not see necessary to insult Chivaa in her own home.” Bardock said noticing Chivaa’s look of dread as he spoke.

“You need a third class to defend yours, Toma?” The prince turned to Toma with a malevolent grn hin his face. He was doing this on purpose, taunting them, trying to make them angry. Bardock had never been in the same room with Vegeta before; he only knew what others said, that he was spoiled and unbelievably strong. The only one capable of even nip at his feet was his own son Goku.

“Where is the woman?” He asked turning back to Chivaa.

“She was sent to run errands Vegeta-sama.” Chivaa knew exactly who he was talking about. That he was even asking about her was short of amazing, unless he wanted to kill her. Which he would have done when he took her.

“You will send her to me as soon as she returns.”

“She will be out for a while Ouji-sama,” Toma quickly added, “All day running errands for the party.”

“You wouldn’t be lying to me now... would you?”

“Why would you say that Vegeta-sama?” Vegeta got up and walked towards the window Raditz had exited but a minute before.

“I can smell both Raditz and the woman. They were both here not too long ago.” Bardock was amazed at the perceptiveness of the boy. He was everything they said: Smart, unbelievably strong and not a fool by any extent of the word. They were going to have a very difficult time hiding Bulma from him. And by the looks of it, it seemed he was interested in the slave more than he should. What had Bulma done to get this much attention from him? She was beautiful, but so were all the royal harem girls.
Chivaa didn’t even seem to mind. This was the man to whom she’ll be mated. She had a lot explaining to do.

“When Raditz turn up, tell him to meet me at the training arena. In the mean time Bardock you and I will have a little chat about regarding other’s property.” He said shooting a glance at Chivaa. Bardock got up and followed the already retreating prince.

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“That was close,” Toma sighted slumping back onto his chair. “What tell ell was that all about? He suddenly got serious and pointed a murderous look towards the door the prince and his best friend had just walked out of.

“I don’t know Otto-sama,” Chivaa was in as much amazement as they were. “I didn’t know Bulma caused such an impression on Vegeta-sama.” She sat trying to continue her meal, but her father was having none of it.

“What happened Chivaa... How did it get like this?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know. He only saw her yesterday morning, when I was summoned by the king to meet him. I took Bulma with me because I was feeling insecure about meeting him. You know what they say about him.”

“That part I get but. Why does he seem so obsessed?”

“That you will have to ask Bulma, she did not tell me what happened.”

“This is getting too complicated. We should just kill her and be done with it, as it is, it may very well cost our lives. All for a slave.”

“A slave we love Toma. I refuse to believe you feel this way.”

‘I don’t. But this goes beyond you, me, Raditz...all of us. The royal family is not something you take lightly. We are disgraced enough as it is. his his fiasco comes to light we will never recover.”

“I don’t see how it is our fault, he got her with child. I only did what he asked... Demanded” Chivaa amended

“Nothing good is gonna come out of this.”

“I know…I know”


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A/N: One more part to go and you’ll know why the chapter is called “Destinies Apart”
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