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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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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. I make no money and/or profit off this.

Chapter 7

Vegeta had been awake for almost an hour now. He couldn't believe he had fallen asleep so quickly; especially after all the fooling around he and Bulma had done last night. He still was holding her close to him. It had been quite a few years since he had held a girl close.

Vegeta sighed heavily and closed his eyes tightly, willing the memory of it to go away. He was the only one there; just him and the woman, and Kakrott somewhere within the confines of the ship. If that clown even thought of taking her from him, he'd be a dead clown before the thought even reached fruition. He pulled her even closer to him and wrapped his tail around her waist subconsciously without even realizing it.

What was he going to do? He kept asking himself. Now that he had the woman, he was only now starting to realize all the complications that would come with this. His father wasn't going to let him keep her and he certainly wasn't going to allow her to work in the science wing with Bardock either. It would be a scandal! He thought of fixing her a place somewhere for her to work in private. Somewhere away from the palace and secluded, but he knew she wouldn't be safe outside the confines of the palace. Rape was still something very common among his race. She wouldn't stand a chance the second another male caught sight of her. He thought of sending Kakrott with her. He trusted him; but that would look too suspicious. His father would wonder why he was sending his First Lieutenant away. He didn't trust Raditz or Nappa to look after her for any length of time before their lust won out over common sense. He smirked to himself at that last thought. He was one to talk. He had already let lust win out over common sense where this female was concerned.

He remembered her question last night. "Why me?" she had asked. In truth, he had asked himself that a thousand times over the last hour. Hell, he had kept on asking himself that their whole trip back to that damned Vegas planet. He didn't know. All he knew was that he was drawn to her and didn't want to leave her. He wanted her around. It was even more than that. He had to have her, yet he could tell from the way she carried herself with such confidence, she would never allow anyone to possess her. She was her own person. Maybe that was the drawing card? She was so fragile and delicate and yet mentally, she was one of the strongest individuals he had ever met, not counting the obvious intelligence she had.

She had told him briefly about how she had come to the tavern. Most people would have allowed themselves to be broken after something as traumatic as that. Not her. She seemed to see it as an adventure and while it may not have been the most ideal situation for her, she went with it. He had seen how excited she was to come with him. Why had she trusted him so as to come with him, no questions asked? For all she knew he could have been an evil prince, not a savior. So many people this side of the galaxy feared even his name. He had done many things while working directly under Frieza that he was ashamed of and he had built for himself quite the reputation. If she knew any of them, he was sure she wouldn't have kissed him as she had or fallen asleep in his embrace last night. He knew he would have to tell her at some point. She needed to know. He preferred to tell her himself rather than have to hear it from someone else. What if she did become afraid of him though?

On one hand, it didn't matter. She was his to do with as he pleased. She would just have to deal with it and get over it. On the other hand, he didn't want her to fear him. He knew he could never bring himself to hurt her. He had never had someone look at him the way she looked at him; with complete trust and admiration. After all the time he had spent wondering why her? He asked himself, Why me? Sure he bought and paid for her. That was the way it was done on this side of the galaxy. However, she chose to come willingly. He could have had to carry her out kicking and screaming all the way to his ship but he didn't have to. She was more than willing to blindly trust him after only one night of meeting. He thought it was strange. He didn't trust anyone.

He felt her stir slightly; she was waking up.

Bulma tried to stretch a little as she felt sleep leaving her. She hadn't slept so well since she had been taken from her home. She tried again to stretch, but found she couldn't. There was a thick pair of arms around her waist. She smiled sleepily as she remembered where she was and who she was with. So it wasn't a dream. A prince did come and take me away. She thought to herself and then gave herself a mental slap for being so cheesy.

She noted how tightly he was holding her. She had to admit she was flattered, but it did worry her a little. He was holding her so tight you'd think he was afraid someone was going to take her from him. She dismissed the thought and with some effort was able to turn to look at him. He was awake.

"Hello," she said to him, stifling a yawn. She didn't want to expose him to her morning breath.

"Hello," he replied looking down at her and releasing his grip a bit so that she would be more comfortable. He hoped she hadn't noticed the vice grip he had around her. Now he felt dumb.

"I haven't slept that well in a while," she said, looking up at him, trying to make conversation. She was still feeling embarrassed about the previous night.

"Hmmn, good," he said, still looking at her in wonder. He couldn't believe that she seemed so comfortable in his arms. He was even surprised with himself. He usually didn't like anyone invading his personal space. He didn't mind having her close to him.

She tilted her head up and kissed him on the cheek. He didn't respond, remembering last night's outcome. He didn't want to be left in that predicament again. If the woman wanted to wait, then he'd wait; but no more fooling around. It only pissed him off.

"So?" she asked, noticing that he hadn't reciprocated. "What's on the agenda for today? You said you'd fill me in."

"We are heading to a planet we purged just before I met you, actually," he said, glad she seemed to take the hint and glad to finally have something to take his mind off of obsessing about what he was going to do with her once he got home. It was giving him a headache. "I found what seems to be a very rare element there. It may be of some use to us in building ships and equipment and such. We are going back to retrieve it and bring it back to the science and technology department."

"Okay." She said with a nod. That sounded interesting. "What do you mean by planet we purged? she asked.

"We went to negotiate with the inhabitants and we failed to make an agreement, so we wiped out them and their entire civilization. The only reason it still stands is because I found something that may be of use to us and wanted to investigate its potential. Otherwise, it would have been destroyed along with everything else. It's just a dead rock at this point; of no use to anyone. Once we take what we need today, we will blow it up." Vegeta explained, carelessly, not even thinking.

Bulma thought about that for a second. "So that's what you do? You destroy races and civilizations weaker than you if they don't agree to what you want?"

"That basically sums it up. Yes." Vegeta said with a nod, slowly realizing where this conversation was going.

"So you guys are just a bunch of bullies then." Bulma concluded, sitting up to look down on him.

"Pardon me?" Vegeta asked, scowling.

"You're bullies. So because you have superior strength and technology, you go to other planets that don't and if they don't want to bow down and be your slaves, you wipe them out?" Bulma asked angrily.

"Basically. We don't always wipe them out. Sometimes we take slaves, as in your case. Though, that is highly uncommon. Sometimes we trade their resources in exchange for our protection from other planets. If we can't come to an agreement, then that's it. Why have them around? Sometimes after wiping out the inhabitants we sell the planet to another race for them to do as they wish with it." He knew this conversation wasn't going to end well, but he figured he might as well tell her himself. She had to find out some time that the universe wasn't all stars and rainbows.

"Okay. Then you Saiyans are no better than those Ice-jin things that blew up my planet. They had no reason! I don't know what they wanted, but my planet didn't do anything to anyone to deserve what happened!" Bulma practically shouted at him. "I saw it! I saw them blow up my home. You cannot imagine what that feels like! As far as I'm concerned, you're no better than they are!"

Vegeta grabbed her by the neck and threw her back down on the bed, holding her down. "We are nothing like the Ice-jin." he growled dangerously.

"How so? Because from where I'm sitting, it sounds like you're the same to me," she replied boldly, tears starting to slide down her face and into her hair. "If I help you win this war, are you going to just turn around and do the same thing that they are doing because now your race happens to be the strongest?"

"I do not know. I do not know any other way of life. Frieza and the rest of the Ice-jin race enslaved our planet when I was a young boy. We purge the planets he tells us to and sometimes we are allowed to keep some of the spoils for ourselves as payment. That is all I know. But know this, woman. We are nothing like those vermin lizards. We may purge a planet of its inhabitants once we have taken all their resources; but we do not rape, torture and enslave."

"Then why am I here? I'm technically enslaved to you now, aren't I?" Bulma asked, sadly, unable to stop this wave of emotion that came crashing to the surface.

"That is different," he replied.

"How is it different? You say your race doesn't enslave, yet you bought me, and seem to have no moral dilemma over it. I'll admit that I came willingly, though I know I also didn't have much choice. I know I can help you. But if I do, am I just helping one monster take over from another?"

"It is different. I do not treat you as a slave. Have I?" he asked, still angry, his eyes boring into hers; his hand still on her throat. Not tight enough to cause any damage, but firm enough to let her know he meant business.

"You haven't no." she agreed. "But.."

"Need I remind you that you put me in a very uncomfortable situation last night? Not once, but twice," he interrupted her. "If you were nothing more than a slave, I would have not given a damn about what you wanted or that you've never done such acts before. I would have simply taken what I wanted because as my slave I am entitled to it."

"And I appreciate your kindness, I did not mean to tease you; that was not my intent," she said, looking right back at him though, embarrassed by her own actions last night. "However, you have no problem reminding me of the fact that I am enslaved to you. You did last night. And should I not do what you want me to, I'm sure you'll have no problem reminding me again."

"Then it is simple. Just do as I ask, and I will not treat you as a slave, woman. I will bestow upon you riches and honor. I will protect you and treat you with respect, so long as you do as I ask. It's not difficult."

Bulma looked away from his penetrating gaze. This wasn't at all how she saw things turning out for them. She knew she should have known better. "I already said I would help you last night. I know that I obviously don't have a choice in the matter, but just so you know, I will do it because I want to. I want to help take down the Ice-jin for what they did to my planet," she said, giving up. "But I need to know something first."

"Hmmn?" Vegeta nodded.

"If you stumbled on my planet after you won this war if it was still standing, would you needlessly destroy it?" she asked, even though she knew she may not like his answer. She needed to know.

"Look, I don't know what happened to your pathetic planet. I never even heard of it until the night I met you. So I don't know what it was they wanted, what they were looking for or why they destroyed it," he said, loosening his hold on her neck and putting his head down in frustration. "You are right, I do not know how it feels, but unfortunately for me, that is a way of life. That is the way it has been done. Only the strong survive. There is no room in the universe for weaklings." he said looking back at her, knowing it wasn't the answer she was hoping for.

"And I'm from a race of supposed weaklings so therefore don't have the right to exist?" she asked, calming down a bit. She had stopped crying, but her eyes still blazed with anger.

"No," was all he could come up with. "You have obvious intelligence…"

"But if you hadn't been forced to spend an evening with me, you would have never come to know that," she argued back.

"You're right. And had my race come to your planet and found you, you would have more than likely been blown up with all the rest rather than being taken and sold," he replied harshly. "You have no idea how lucky you are!"

"Then why don't I feel lucky?" she asked him. "I have so many days I wish I had died with my planet. When I met you, I found some hope. And then by some miracle you decided to come for me and get me out of there. If I help you, and it turns out I'm only helping out another race of tyrants, I won't be able to live with myself. How is that being lucky?"

He was starting to get frustrated again. He just didn't understand what this girl was so upset about? He hadn't destroyed her planet. Yet, she seemed to take it so personally that it had been destroyed. He had to admit, they probably would have done the same thing the Ice-jin had if they hadn't found any value in it. However, without the Ice-jin, there would be no Planet Trade Organization. "Woman, if you were to help, there is the slim chance things might change. We purge planets under Frieza's orders. Not of our own volition."

"So you're like mercenaries then. Doing a job."

"Exactly. I cannot promise anything. I do not know any other way of life other than purging the weak planets. So I do not know what we will do once the Ice-jin have been defeated. I can only say that we are not a greater threat than they are. I can promise you that."

"I guess I'll just have to take your word for it." She said with a sigh. She was already exhausted again from her emotional outburst.

"Help us. Help me. And I will make your life worth living," he said, almost feeling bad that he had gotten her to admit such a thing. It bothered him that she felt that way. He knew that he could probably never take her as his mate, but he knew he would always want to keep her around in some capacity. She was smart. She made him think. Maybe she could be an advisor to him of sorts. Help him be a better king where his father had failed and give him a different point of view. He would work out the details as he went along. What he did know was that if she helped him, he would reward her and keep her wanting for nothing.

"I will. Just don't make me regret it. Okay?" she said, giving in, still looking sad.

Vegeta leaned over her and kissed her chastely on the lips and went back to his original position with her lying loosely in his arms. "We need to get up. We will be there within a few hours. I will train for a little while before we go." he said casually.

"Alright, I'm going to take a shower," she replied, still withdrawn. This was like a shock to her all over again. The Prince that she thought she had been falling in love with was just as bad a monster as the creatures that had destroyed her planet. And if he personally wasn't a monster, which he obviously wasn't, the rest of his race sounded like they were.

She moved away from him and tried to crawl out of bed when she noticed a furry brown appendage wrapped firmly around her waist. "Ummm. What the hell is that?!" She exclaimed.

Vegeta hadn't even realized he had wrapped his tail around her. He chuckled. "That's my tail."

"What? You have a tail?!" she asked, not sure if she should be grossed out or fascinated by this new development. She looked down on her waist and started to stroke it.

"Woman, don't." Vegeta growled, promptly unwrapping it from her waist. "Not unless you want to finish what we started last night." He warned.

It was so soft. She liked the feel of it. "I never noticed it before," she said as she watched him wrap it around his own waist. "I mean, I noticed it, but I assumed it was a belt." she blushed a little bit at his reaction to touching it; she would have to remember that in the future if she found herself ever again in an intimate position with him.

"It is the source of our greatest power, yet it is our only weakness," he replied, knowing that he probably should not have divulged that information. He may have alienated the Woman now that she knew what he did. "What?" he asked, noticing that she was looking at him funny.

"It's just weird. That you have a tail is all." She said.

Vegeta frowned. "Well, maybe it's weird that you don't have a tail." he shot back, glad to see some humor returning to her after their not so nice conversation.

"Oh yea? And why's that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Seeing as you're one of the few species I've ever met on this side of the galaxy that doesn't have a tail, I'd say you are the strange one around here."

"Well, if you had ever come to my planet, everyone would think you're strange," she said, heading to the door. That was something she would have to get used to.

Vegeta watched her leave and then he got up to change into a navy blue training suit. He headed out of his room and down the hall towards the small training room. He hoped Kakarott was there. He needed to hit someone. Badly.

He walked in and there was Kakarott doing one armed push ups. "Hey, Vegeta!" He greeted.

"Hmmn." He said, starting to do a warm up himself.

"How was your evening?"

"Fine." Vegeta snapped at him, starting a set of sit-ups.

"I heard you two arguing this morning." Kakarott said, sheepishly, not sure if he should bring that up or not. It had been the reason why he'd gone to train so early. "Everything okay?"

"It's none of your business! The woman has a problem with what we do. That is her problem. Not mine." Vegeta growled.

"What's wrong with what we do? What did you say that made her upset?" Kakarott asked.

"I told her that we were going to a planet we purged a few weeks back to rid it of its resources and she got mad because that's that happened to her stupid planet, only it got blown up by the Ice-jin." Vegeta replied continuing his sit-ups.

Kakarott paused for a minute from his push ups. "Well, if that happened to her planet, then I could see why that might be a sensitive subject for her, Vegeta."

"Shut up!" Vegeta growled back. That's all her needed; Kakarott making him feel bad. "She had to find out some time."

"Okay. But I'm sure there could have been a nice way of putting it to her." Kakarott said, nodding. She did need to find out. "I know how you can be, Vegeta."

"There IS no nice way of putting it, you idiot! Now she's afraid of me." He sighed. He didn't know why the thought of that bothered him more than he wanted it to.

"Well of course, Vegeta!" Kakarott said, shaking his head. Good grief the guy was clueless!

"Well what would you have me say then?" Vegeta nearly shouted at him.

"I don't know." Kakarott shrugged, still sitting on the floor. "I'm sure that's still a really sensitive subject for her is all."

"I'm sure she will get over it." Vegeta replied, getting up. "Are we going to spar or what, Kakarott?" he asked irritably. He needed to get last night and their argument from this morning out of his mind.

"Absolutely!" Kakarott replied with a smile, standing up and getting into a fighting stance.

Seconds later the two Saiyans were sparing ferociously concentrating only on out besting the other.

Bulma had showered and changed her clothes into a nice pair of jeans and a tank top. She was hungry and started to wonder the ship trying to find where the food was kept. She finally stumbled into a very small kitchen. There wasn't much she recognized for food there, but she did find some meat and eggs. She quickly began to start frying them up. She made herself a small plate of eggs and what she thought resembled ham.

She knew the two Saiyans were sparring, so she decided that maybe they would like something to eat after their session.

She was almost done when Vegeta and Kakarott strolled into the kitchen.

"I thought I smelled food!" Kakarott said with a huge smile.

"Well, I really needed to eat something and this is all I could find and then I decided to make extra since I knew you guys were working out. I hope its okay." She said.

"Oh, absolutely!" Kakarott gushed, elbowing Vegeta. Any girl that could or would cook was perfect in his eyes. He began to pile a plate up. "There just may not be enough." He mumbled through mouthfuls.

Vegeta rolled his eyes at his companion and began to grab a plate for himself.

"That's no problem. I can make some more." Bulma replied, heading into the fridge to grab some more meat and eggs for the hungry Saiyans. "How was your work out?" she asked, turning to Vegeta. He hadn't spoken a word to her since they'd entered the kitchen and she was worried he was still angry with her.

"It was satisfactory." He replied, finally taking a seat and digging in. He smirked at Kakarott. He had landed a few good ones on the younger Saiyan.

"It was good!" Kakarott agreed, shoveling more eggs into his mouth.

Bulma continued to cook for the two hungry Saiyans. "So, when are we arriving on that planet?" She asked.

"Probably within the next two hours. I'm going to need those capsules of yours." Vegeta replied, not looking up from his plate. He was avoiding her. He was still upset at her for telling him that he was as bad as the Ice-jin.

"Why do you need my capsules for?" She asked, turning around from the stove to look at him.

"I want a demonstration to see how much they can hold." he replied, still not looking at her.

Bulma sighed, knowing she had little say in the matter anyway, "Alright. I'll get a few ready. I just need to re-arrange some of my things and free a few of them up. They're all yours."

"Excellent." Vegeta said, gathering his plate and putting it into the sink and stalking out of the kitchen. "I'm going to shower. I'll see you both when we are ready to land."

Kakarott nodded and helped himself to more eggs and fried meat that Bulma had just placed on the table. He looked at her and pushed one of the plates towards her, silently offering her more to eat if she wanted. Bulma just shook her head and sighed.

"He cares about you, you know." Kakarott said between mouthfuls. "He'll never show it or tell you. But he does. And don't ever tell him I told you that either. I'll deny it."

"How would you know?" Bulma asked.

"I know him better than anyone." He replied. "The more he cares for someone, the further he pushes them away."

"Well that's stupid." She said with a frown.

"It is," Kakarott agreed. "But in our culture emotional attachments are seen as weaknesses."

"How can caring for someone be seen as a weakness?" She asked.

"Well, we have lots of enemies. If someone were to find out that he cared for you, they could use you to hurt him, for example." Kakarott explained. "If he keeps you at arm’s length, no one will know. But know this, if he cares for you, he will protect you with his last breath."

"So you guys have enemies because of purging planets for the Ice-jin?" She asked, trying to piece everything together.

"Yes. It's what we have to do to keep the peace with them. They came and enslaved our planet. In return, we purge planets for them."

"Yea, Vegeta told me all about that. So, why don't you guys just over throw these Ice-jin?" she asked.

"We're trying." Kakarott said with a shrug, still eating. "That's why Vegeta wants your help. They may not all be as strong as us, but they're very smart and are way more technologically advanced than we are. Especially Lord Frieza, their leader. He is much stronger than we are and highly intelligent."

"I don't mind helping." Bulma said, starting to clear the table of all the empty plates. "I just don't want to save the universe from one tyrant only to give it to another one."

"I don't think that would happen." Kakarott said, shaking his head. "I mean, right now, maybe. King Vegeta is a tyrant of sorts. He will probably just pick up where Frieza left off in terms of galactic domination. But Vegeta, though he comes across as mean, is not his father."

"How so?" She asked. She wanted to learn as much as she could about the Prince and the race that she now had to work for so she could use as much as she could to her advantage.

"Well, Vegeta and I were sent away together to learn under Frieza by our King. Actually, Vegeta was. I was just sent along to accompany him. The things we experienced together were horrible. We were treated worse than slaves. We were beaten and abused. Vegeta wasn't always cold like he is now. He took the brunt of Frieza's abuse." Kakarott explained, shaking his head. "He hates Frieza and the rest of the whole Ice-jin race with a passion you could not even imagine."

"Yeah, I got that impression. I kinda accused him of being just as bad as they are." She said, now feeling really bad for saying that to him. He was right, she had no idea.

"Oh, you should not have said that." Kakarott said seriously, looking at her. "We may purge planets for them, but we are nothing like them."

"That's what he said. I'm sorry. I didn't know. My planet was needlessly destroyed by the Ice-jin. When he told me about you guys purging planets, I got upset.."

"It's alright. Knowing Vegeta, he didn't explain it with your predicament in mind. He just told it like it was." Kakarott said with a shrug. If he knew Vegeta as well as he thought he did, he knew he was probably very insensitive about telling her about it. "But I have faith that when he is king, he won't allow things to continue the way they have been."

Bulma nodded, still feeling really bad, it had never occurred to her that he had been through anything, she just assumed because he was a prince that his whole life had been care free and everything had always been handed to him. Little did she know.

"I can't speak for King Vegeta. But I know that Vegeta will make things better once he takes the thrown from his father. He would never want anyone to go through what he did. No one should." Kakarott continued.

"In which case, I'll be happy to help." She said with a small smile.

"Just give him some slack and be patient with him." Kakrott said, looking at Bulma. She really was beautiful. He could understand why Vegeta was initially taken by her. "He does care. He just can't show it. He doesn't know how to and please don't ever tell him I revealed even this much to you. He would be devastated. Not even his own father knows half of the things that went on."

"Oh my. I'm sorry. I won't tell him." She agreed. She was just glad he had given her some insight on the surly Prince. She wasn't sure how to take him. "I'll be more careful from now on."

"You don't have to be careful. Just be mindful. If he ever does express anything like affection, don't exploit it." He replied. "You're the first girl he's expressed any interest in, in years. Don't make him regret it."

"I won't. I don't know him well, but I do know that I care for him, or I'm starting to. For the most part, he's been very respectful." She replied, shaking her head. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him. He'd been the second person, after Toma, to even care to help her and not take advantage of her. "What happened with the last girl? Was it because his father picked another for him?"

"No." Kakarott said shaking his head and scowling and lowering his voice, knowing that what he was about to tell her would be crossing the line. "The first girl he ever cared about was years ago when we were working for Frieza. Once they found out, she was taken from him and raped and murdered right in front of him. He's never so much as looked at another girl until he saw you."

Bulma nodded slowly, beginning to understand somewhat. "That's terrible. How old was he?"

"About fifteen I think?" Kakarott said. "He tried to hide it for as long as he could, but once Frieza and his entourage found out, they made sport of going after her just to get to him."

"Why?" Bulma asked. "Why would someone want to do something like that?"

"Jealousy." Kakarott replied.

"Jealous of what? That he's a Prince?" Bulma asked.

"No, something much worse, I'm afraid." Kakarott said, knowing that if Vegeta ever found out he had revealed such information, he'd have his head. "Lord Frieza was jealous of Vegeta's attentions to another."

"What do you mean?" Bulma asked, not sure she wanted to know. "You mean like he had feelings for Vegeta?"

Kakarott shrugged. "I don’t exactly know what the extent of it is, all I know is that Frieza is a sick individual. Once he has an obsession, that's it."

"Oh my," Bulma said, covering her mouth with her hand and sat there absorbing everything Kakarott just told her. "But it must be fine now that you guys were released from his service, right?"

"It was because we weren't directly under him anymore. But he's been desperate to have Vegeta back in his service ever since. He's never given up in trying to get him back. If it were up to Vegeta, he'd never go back." Kakarot replied, still speaking as quietly as he could.

"It's not up to Vegeta?" Bulma asked.

"It is and it isn't. If Frieza puts enough pressure on the King, his father will make sure Vegeta goes back in Frieza's service to keep the peace. Or that's always been his excuse for sending him away in the first place." Kakarott said. "He doesn't know much of what happened to him or myself."

"You were abused too?" Bulma asked. This was all too horrible for her to imagine. How could anyone do such a thing to young children? She was feeling now, more than ever, the need to help Vegeta and Kakarott accomplish their goal towards destroying this Lord Frieza and anything to do with this horrible race. How many others had suffered at their hands she wondered?

Kakarott simply nodded. "I was, but not nearly as bad as Vegeta." Was all he'd say.

"I'm sorry." She replied, not knowing what to say. What do you say to something like that?

"Don't show pity." Kakarott said, standing up and putting some plates in the sink. "Whatever has happened to us, while unfortunate, has only served to make us stronger warriors."

"I could understand that." Bulma nodded. "Not allowing yourselves to be victims."

"Exactly." Kakarott said, looking serious now. "Listen, I like you. And I know Vegeta does too. But you cannot let him know what I told you. He would see it as a personal betrayal. His own father doesn't even know what I just told you."

"I understand. I won't say anything, I promise." Bulma said, smiling at him. "Thank you though. That helps a lot; to know something about him, anyway."

Kakarott nodded. "That's the only reason why I even mentioned anything. I know this must be hard and you have a lot of questions. But I thought I would give you a little insight on Vegeta to help you. He needs someone good in his life; someone that won't take advantage of him for his position or because of his power. I don't know if you're that someone. But from the way I've seen Vegeta act since he met you two weeks ago, I believe you might be someone who might be good for him."

"I hope I am." Bulma nodded, feeling very overwhelmed. "I'll do my best. He certainly left an impression with me that first night we met. In the meantime, you have my guarantee that I will do everything I can to help you guys out; and not because I'm a slave, but because I want to."

"I know you will," Kakarott said with a childish smile. "Vegeta's a pretty good judge of character. If he chose you, it's because he saw something. Just be patient with him."

"I will. Thank you." Bulma said, blushing. It was nice to know that someone was on her side and to have some insight on this mysterious Saiyan Prince. She still couldn't believe how much he'd been through!

"I'm going to shower too before we have to head out." Kakarott said. "Thanks for breakfast! It was great!"

"You're welcome!" She said, starting to clean everything up. She couldn't believe how much Prince Vegeta had been through. She thought she had been through the worst of the worst with being taken away and her planet being blown up in front of her and then being sold in an auction. Compared to what Kakarott just told her about what Vegeta had been through, that was nothing. And she had a feeling that what he had told her was only the tip of the ice berg.

She finished cleaning everything up and then headed to her room to free up a few capsules for them to use on this excursion they were going on. She wasn't sure how many they would need but she managed to free up four of them. If they needed more, she could free up one more. She only had six of them. And they mostly held clothes, make up and stuff for her ipod.

Vegeta landed the ship and got out, walking on to the dead planet. He took a deep breath and exhaled, relishing the silence and peacefulness. He wished he could spend an entire week here; nothing but peace and quiet. He could collect his thoughts. Train to his heart's content. No interruptions from his father or useless committee meetings. No Asia following him around like a lost dog; just him and his surroundings. Complete solitude.

His silence was soon broken by Kakarott tripping and stumbling clumsily out of the ship and falling next to him. Vegeta turned and looked at him and rolled his eyes. Why was he constantly surrounded by idiots?

Bulma, by comparison, gracefully exited the ship and leaped off the ramp. "So, where's this mysterious metal we are supposed to be looking for?" She asked, surveying the land in front of her. It was an absolute disaster! There were broken buildings and bodies everywhere. It looked like an earthquake or a tornado or a bomb had hit this place. Had Vegeta and Kakarott and the other two guys that she had seen with them done this? She felt very weak and insignificant. It was a very sobering thought that only four men had done this to an entire planet.

"It shouldn't be far from here. I found most of it over there." Vegeta said, pointing to the right. He entered some coordinates into his scouter and nodded. "Yes. A few miles that way." he confirmed, pointing to the right again and levitating.

Kakarott levitated as well next to his Prince and the two started to fly in the direction Vegeta had indicated.

"Umm. Guys?" Bulma asked, still on the ground. "Am I supposed to just wait here or what? I can't fly."

"Seriously?" Vegeta scoffed. He had never met a race that couldn't fly in at least some capacity.

"If I could fly, do you think I'd still be down here?" Bulma shot back, agitated. What was his problem since this morning? He was still clearly pissed about something. "I can't very well climb across all this mess. Unless, of course, you want it to take me a week to get to your destination."

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Alright, I'll carry you." He said, lowering himself back to the ground and approaching her. He put an arm around her waist and lifted her up bridal-style and looked at her quickly. He still wanted to be angry at her for her horrible accusations that morning, but upon looking at her, found that he just couldn't. He admitted and reasoned that she couldn't know anything of how bad the Ice-jin really were by comparison. To her, it probably did sound the same.

Bulma looked back at him, savoring the close proximity again. Her stomach was doing flip flops. She didn't know what it was about him, but she was completely infatuated and drawn to him. She couldn't bring herself to be angry with him either. And knowing what she did after her conversation with Kakarott only made her want to get to know him better.

He tightened his grip on her slightly. "Ready?" He asked.

"Yea." She replied, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck. "Just don't drop me." She joked.

"Oh, please." Vegeta scoffed. "You're not that heavy."

With that, he leaped up into the air and took off in the direction of their destination. Kakarott smirked and followed. He was glad they seemed to be getting along again. He just hoped Buma didn't let on what he had told her about his Prince. He really didn't feel like spending the rest of this trip in the regeneration tank.

Bulma looked down from her place in Vegeta's arms. He was moving so fast that the ground was a mere blur. She knew she could have been afraid, but he had such a tight grip on her that she felt very safe. She decided to just relax and enjoy the feeling if him holding her close and rested her head in the crook of his neck.

Vegeta looked down at her for a second. What was it about her that as soon as he was close to her he felt his self-control slipping? It really bothered him. He had never been that weak; especially where women were concerned. He quickly cleared his thoughts. They had a job to do. He would worry what to do or what not to do with the Woman when they got back to the ship. The thought made him smirk.

Within about a half hour, they made it to their destination and landed.

Vegeta put Bulma down gently, which surprised her. He still hadn't said too much to her, which was really bothering her. She wasn't sure what to do about it.

"There's a ton of it right down there in that fissure." He said, pointing it a large gaping hole in the ground. He pointed his finger and a laser-like beam fired from it, at the wall of grey. It took him a few minutes, but he was able to chisel out a huge chunk of it from the wall.

Bulma watched in amazement. She hadn't seen anything like that in her life.

Vegeta leaped into the fissure and brought up the large piece of metal. "Can you capsulate that?" He asked.

"Oh yea, that's easy. I could store more of it in one capsule than just that." Bulma nodded, reaching in her pocket for a capsule.

"Excellent." He replied. "Kakarott, go around and gather as much of this as you can and bring it back here." He said to his First Lieutenant.

"Alright!" Kakarott said and disappeared right before Bulma's eyes. She was shocked. Never before had she seen anyone with such unique talents!

"Wait here." Vegeta commanded and disappeared as well into the fissure in the ground.

Bulma was slightly nervous, being left alone. But figured since there was no one else there, what was there to worry about? She started to examine the piece of metal Vegeta had already brought up. It still had a ton of stone stuck to it that would have to be chiseled off. There was a corner where he had burnt it that didn't have rock on it and she noticed how malleable and flexible it was. Vegeta had mentioned maybe using it to improve their space crafts. She recalled the armor she saw him wearing. Sure this stuff he found was strong, but Vegea had just burned it with a laser and had been able to beak it that way. What if it could be used as a type of armor, being that it was extremely light weight and flexible? She smiled to herself. She might just have an idea. She was a genius after all!

After a few hours, Vegeta and Kakarott had returned with thousands of pounds worth of this metal. Bulma had delegated where they should put it in different piles. Once there were four piles, she advised them that her capsules most likely couldn't carry anymore. There was enough to make maybe four large ships out of this stuff, she reasoned if they didn't want to run with her idea of making armor out of it.

"Okay. You guys ready?" She asked, feeling cocky all of a sudden. It was her turn to show off to them. "Watch closely." She said, taking out four capsules. She tossed one down at each pile and the four huge piles of scrap metal all but disappeared, leaving only the four tiny capsules in their place.

The two Saiyans looked on with a look of confusion and disbelief on their faces. "See? What did I tell ya?" She said with a grin. "Beauty and brains all in one package!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "No modesty either." He grumbled back to her.

"Hey!" she objected. "I don't have to help you with this, you know!"

"You will if you know what's good for you," Vegeta replied, dryly, knowing she was only teasing him. "Alright. Let’s head back."

Bulma placed the four capsules into her pockets for safe keeping and walked up to Vegeta again. He lifted her up like he had before and they headed back to their ship.

Once they boarded and left the planet, Vegeta set the coordinates for home.

"Are we going to destroy it?" Kakarott asked, referring to the planet.

"Yes. I’m just waiting until we are a safe distance away." He replied.

"Please don't." Bulma said quietly behind him.

"Why not?" Vegeta asked, turning to look at her. "It's a sitting dead rock."

"Then why does it need to be destroyed? Just leave it." She replied. She knew it was dumb. He was right, it was of no use anymore.

"Because it was part of our job from the beginning." Vegeta replied.

"Well, just say you did. If it's dead and you say you destroyed it then why would anyone go looking for it to even know about its existence?" She asked.

Vegeta sighed heavily. "Alright, fine." He grumbled.

"Thank you." Bulma replied with a smile.

"Hmmn." Vegeta grumbled.

"I'm going to take a nap." She announced and left the two Saiyans in the pilot chairs.

Vegeta sighed and entered the last coordinates and set the ship on auto pilot. He turned to leave and noticed Kakarott smirking at him. "Not a word." He grumbled, leaving the younger Saiyan and heading to his private quarters.

"I wasn't going to say anything!" Kakarott objected, putting his hands up in a surrender position. He thought it was funny was all. He had been right all along. The Prince was smitten over Bulma. He just hoped things wouldn't be too stressful once they reached Vegeta-sei.

At least they had a week before reality hit them.
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