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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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Chapter 9

Bulma woke up with a heavy sigh. She snuggled back into the strong pair of arms encircling her. She kept her eyes closed, willing herself to fall asleep again. Today was the day they would land on Vegeta-sei, Vegeta's home. Her new home. She had been both excited and nervous for this day to come, but now that it was hear, she wanted nothing more than to turn the clock back another week.

Everything was so perfect. Sure she was bored most of the time on the ship, but Vegeta kept her entertained for the most part. They talked nonstop about everything and anything. If they weren't in deep conversation about something, then they were arguing about something else. The fights and arguments never usually lasted very long. They both challenged and understood each other. He taught her things about his culture that she would need to know. She told him things about Earth culture that she missed.

Bulma sighed again. She would miss the simple life they had at the moment but knew that they had to get on with life. She was confident enough in the sort of relationship they had built in the last week together that she was sure they could face anything. It sounded so strange to think that they had built a relationship in a week, but they had.

For one, they didn't have much else to do on this ship but get to know each other.

Secondly, Vegeta had told her that Saiyans don't court long before choosing a mate. It was strange to her because he had also told her that once a mate is chosen, that's it. The only thing to separate a couple is death. She had agreed with his way of thinking; it was romantic to be able to find that one person to spend the rest of your life with but at the same time she found it odd that they didn't take more time in spending with someone to see if that person was the right fit. An average Saiyan courtship only lasted a few weeks from the impression she was under. How could you really get to know someone in a few weeks to build a relationship that would last? On Earth, she had explained to him that a couple could be together for years and then decide they weren't right for one another and break up. Vegeta just shook his head in response at that. It was ludicrous to him. He just told her that if someone was meant to be your mate, you just both knew it after a few days and then a mating ritual was performed. Yet what she didn't understand was how his father continued to push this Asia girl at him when clearly he had decided she wasn't the one for him. From what Bulma had gathered the only thing this girl had going for her was her physical strength. You needed more than that to make a relationship work. So why push his son into not only a relationship he didn't want but one that sounded like it wouldn't work for either of them?

When she had asked him about how his parent's relationship worked, trying to reason that if they have to mate forever, then he must be able to see the value in finding someone you can at least stand to be around, Vegeta just got angry and refused to continue the conversation any further. Bulma had gathered that something bad must have happened and took note to never ask him about his mother again.

Vegeta still hadn't come out and said that he cared for her, but she had come to realize that he didn't have to. He had kept true to his word a few nights ago and made his affections known to her in his own way. She didn't need to ask him; she knew. They still hadn't been intimate, much to Bulma's growing frustration. But in the privacy of his quarters he was always very physical in expressing his affection for her. His amount of self-control amazed her, in all honesty. Ever since that first night together where things had gotten very heated very quickly and she had asked him to stop he never pushed things any further with her. He never made her feel uncomfortable or obligated to let him take things further. It both frustrated her to no end and made her appreciate him even more. She had remembered many times back when she and Yamcha had been together she hadn't felt ready to take their relationship to that level even after 3 years of dating. He had always made her feel bad or had gotten angry with her. She had only just met Vegeta and he seemed fine with that, although she wasn't sure for how long that would last. Their make out sessions were becoming longer and more heated by the day. Not that she was complaining. No one had ever kissed her the way he did.

Bulma had decided it was better this way. If they were going to let things evolve into a real relationship at some point- if they were ever able for one thing, she didn't want it to be based solely on physical attraction. She had no doubt in her mind that part would never be a problem for either of them. There were moments where they could not keep their hands off each other. She hoped so bad that there would be some way that they could be together for real and not under the cover of her being his concubine. She knew she couldn't handle that if worst came to worst. The thought of being the "other woman" made her seethe. She didn't want to share him with anyone no matter what the reason. For now, she trusted him that he would somehow find a way. "Council and my father be damned." He had said bitterly. She nearly giggled at the memory.

Vegeta felt her sigh and instinctively pulled her closer into him. "You're awake," he purred into her ear.

"I am," she replied, still wanting to fall back asleep.

"We should be getting up soon," he replied breathing in her scent.

"I know," she sighed. "I just want to stay here with you though."

Vegeta chuckled. "I know. Me as well."

"We can't stay like this one more day?" she asked. Now that the day had arrived, she was feeling very nervous.

"No. We must return," he replied, burying his face in the back of her neck. "Everything will be alright."

"I know. I'm just not sure what to expect is all. I'm afraid of-"

Vegeta turned her face so she was looking at him and kissed her, ending her sentence.

Bulma turned herself around and wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him back. She was going to miss this. She knew that once they landed that he would have to be more guarded and less free with his affections towards her.

"Everything will be fine," he said, looking down at her, the intensity in his eyes nearly overwhelming. "I won't let anything happen to you."

"I know," she said with a small smile. "I'm just nervous is all."

"Don't be," he said kissing her deeply again trying to convey everything to her that he wanted to say but could not put into words. "They will be able to pick up on it. Just be yourself. Be that feisty woman I met at the tavern that tried to dismiss me and did not stand down when I threatened to blast you." he said, smirking at the memory. It had been that fire she had displayed that had initially piqued his interest.

"Well, you were being an ass," she replied, nipping his chin.

"That being as it may, you still managed to catch my interest; enough to actually want to spend an evening with you." he smirked.

"Where I come from, men would kill for me to even look in their direction. So excuse me for getting upset." she said, rolling her eyes.

Vegeta growled. "If anyone so much as looks at you in a manner in which I deem inappropriate, I will end them."

Bulma giggled at the thought, though at the same time wondered how serious he actually was. Something told her he was being one hundred percent serious and that both flattered her and concerned her at the same time. She kissed him back anyway. Savoring the moment. She loved it when he kissed her. It was like everything else stopped or didn't matter except each other. She hoped that once things settled down after they landed things might be able to go back to the way they were now, but she had a feeling it wouldn't. Vegeta was so adamant about not being able to show her any favor or affection in public that she was concerned that it may carry on into their private time. She would just have to wait and see.

"We should get up now," he mumbled into her ear breaking their kiss, but traveling back down her jaw line and her neck. He breathed in her scent again and resisted the urge to bite her. He had been fighting that urge now for the past few days. He wanted to claim her as his but he knew that he couldn't. Not yet anyway. Not until he was King. Then it would not matter. He would do as he pleased then and no one would be able to stand up to him or tell him he couldn't. He was convinced Bulma was the right woman for him. She was meant to be his mate. It just couldn't be right now.

"Alright," Bulma groaned. "How long until we land?"

"A few hours." Vegeta replied looking down at her. "We've spent enough time here. We should start getting ready." He said kissing her chastely on the lips and getting out of bed.

"What am I supposed to wear, Vegeta?" she asked. She had started stressing about that yesterday. She wished she had grabbed nicer clothes when she was throwing things together from home when the Ice-jin had shown up. She was in a panic rush and just threw a bunch of clothes down to capsulize. Most of them had been more flattering from fitting dresses and outfits that ended up being great for the tavern, but now that she was faced with meeting a king and council members, nothing came to mind. She had a few wicked suits in her wardrobe that she would wear for company presentations that would have been perfect but she couldn't remember if she had included any of them in her panic packing. Probably not.

"Did you bring that red dress you were in when I found you at the tavern that I asked you to bring?" he asked, looking at her from across the room.

"Yea, I grabbed it on the way out." Bulma nodded. "But I can't wear that!"

"Why not?" he asked, frowning. He had thought she looked stunning in it.

"Umm.. It's skin tight and has no back on it."

"So?"

"So, I can't meet everyone dressed like that!" she exclaimed. "Shouldn't I look more, you know, professional?"

"No," he shrugged. She was a beautiful woman and he didn't want her to have to hide. He was very proud of her looks. He didn't want her dressed too scandalous, of course. However, he didn't want her to look boring either. He felt he had found himself one of the most beautiful women in the galaxy to stand at his side. He wanted to showcase her. Not downplay her.

"Why not? I can't meet your father, the King and council members wearing that dress! No one will take me seriously!"

"Why not?" he asked. He didn't see what the problem was. "I like that dress. You look good in that dress. I would not be ashamed to present you to everyone in that dress."

"You sure it's not too racy?" she asked skeptically. She supposed it was one of the more modest dresses she had brought along.

Vegeta shook his head. "You will see how everyone dresses once you get there. It is a very practical dress to wear for the occasion. I will not be embarrassed. Just make yourself presentable and you will be fine."

"Alright." Bulma shrugged. She still thought a suit was the way to go if she had one, but she guessed she would just have to take Vegeta's word for it. "Well, I'll have to start getting ready then, I guess."

Bulma climbed out of bed and bounced to the door. "See you in a few hours?" she asked turning to look at him again.

"Hmmn," he replied walking up to her. "In a few hours." He trapped her against the closed door and kissed her again.

Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed herself deeper into him as his hands slid down her sides and to her waist pulling her against him.

"Everything will be fine," he whispered huskily into her ear before letting her go and walking away from her.

Bulma exhaled in frustration and left his room. He had to stop doing that to her! It was too much! She loved it, but it made her want so much more from him. It was like a constant tease. Although, she had to admit she was no better than he was in instigating things. He probably thought the same about her. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and hopped into the shower to start getting ready. She just hoped everything went well!

A few hours later, Bulma looked at herself in the mirror again and sighed. She knew she looked perfect. But was she perfect enough to be introduced to everyone on an alien planet? She felt completely out of her element. She had no idea what to expect.

She had her hair in a puffy, sloppy bun that hung at the nape of her neck. It looked elegant but not too put together. She had let a few tendrils strategically fall to the side of her face, framing it delicately. Her makeup was flawlessly done. She had kept her eye makeup light brown and neutral tones with black eyeliner on the top lids only. She wore minimal blush and finished the look with bright red lipstick. Overall, a very 1940's look; very delicate and sophisticated. She hoped her more reserved make up would balance off the dress.

It was stunning. It was a bright crimson red and flattered her in all the right places. The front of the dress itself was very plain. It had a high, boat-neck neckline, revealing no cleavage at all what so ever. It did up in the back around her neck and was sleeveless. It was still very tight in the front however, hugging and showing off her svelte figure and came down to just below her knee. It was the back, however that was scandalous. It was backless all the way down to the small of her back. It was also very tight around her bum, making it look amazing as well. There was a high slit up the back that ended just below her bum so that she could walk. She ended the look with a pair of Christian Louboutin black stiletto pumps and red nail polish.

She capsulated everything quickly and slipped her remaining capsules in her shoes; gave herself one more look over, took a deep breath and exited her room to find Vegeta and Kakarott. She hoped she was presentable enough to meet the King and whoever else. She also hoped that that Asia woman was there. She was very curious of her competition. Vegeta had reassured her repeatedly that he had no interest in this other girl, but she still thought of this girl as a potential threat. Why shouldn't she? Asia would not be happy seeing Vegeta arrive home with her, Bulma knew that. So she figured by looking her best, she would be letting this girl know that she wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon either.

Vegeta sat in the control room. They would be arriving on Vegeta-sei in about 30 minutes. It was then that Bulma walked in. He turned and looked at her and had to catch his breath. She looked absolutely breath taking!

"I told you to make yourself presentable, woman. Not ravishing," he said, looking her over.

Bulma blushed. "Sorry," she murmured. "I can change if you'd like." she said quickly.

Vegeta shook his head and walked up to her. "I wouldn't present you to everyone any other way." he smirked at her, kissing her chastely on the cheek and then going back to his seat at the controls.

Bulma smiled to herself, relieved. She then took a seat beside him in the co-pilot seat. She looked at the controls to try and calm her nerves. There was a different language written on everything that she didn't know how to read, but for the most part the instruments looked very similar to those on the airplanes on earth.

Vegeta watched her out of the corner of his eye as she examined everything closely. "Don't tell me you know how to fly too." He said with a smirk.

"Actually I do." She said proudly. "I was helping my father develop a space craft. Before that, I built and designed planes all on my own."

"Planes?" Vegeta asked, unfamiliar with the term.

"Yea. Airplanes." She nodded. "They were very similar to this spacecraft, actually. Only they couldn't travel in space, of course. Just around the planet. My father and I were designing one to go into space. But the aircrafts on Earth were like this. Some bigger, some smaller but generally the same idea. I designed and built them."

"Impressive." Vegeta nodded. She never ceased to amaze him with her intelligence. It was almost every day he learned something new about her and as the days went by he was even more sure he had made the right decision in bringing her back with him. "Do you know how this one works?"

"I think so," she said frowning and examining the controls. "It's very similar to a very fast jet that I designed. Or it looks similar."

"And it was a success?" he asked.

"I don't know." She replied, not taking her focus on the control panel. My planet was destroyed before it was fully tested. I only had a chance to fly the prototype once. It was to be my best design yet."

Vegeta nodded. Not knowing how to respond to that. He was intrigued though. She wasn't lying when she had told him that she and her father had dabbled in inventions for everything. "Do you want to land?" he asked with a smirk.

She looked at him in amazement. "You'd let me?"

"If you think you're confident enough."

"Oh yea. I should be able to land this thing. It looks pretty much the same as the one I built." She replied confidently. "I'd love to!"

"Alright, then." He replied, cancelling the auto pilot and getting up to switch her seats. "I will be over here in case you run into trouble."

"Thanks! I should be fine. I've flown larger planes than this." She smiled at him. She was glad to have something to keep her mind off her nerves.

Vegeta could visibly see her relax and calm down as she settled herself in the captains seat and started analyzing everything. He had seen her tension the second she had walked into the room. She needed to calm down. He also loved how she lit up when he had asked her if she had wanted to fly the ship. He smirked to himself over that. She was certainly easy to please.

Kakarott walked in. "Hey, guys!" he greeted. "Hey, Bulma! You know how to fly the ship?" He asked, confused.

"I do." She replied proudly. This'll be a piece of cake. She thought to herself. From what she could tell, this was almost exactly like what she had been designing.

"Neat! I didn't know you knew how to fly." Kakarott exclaimed. He was amazed Vegeta had found a girl who could both cook and fly a ship! It didn't get better than that in his opinion.

"Oh, you boys would be surprised at what I can do. I am a genius, after all!" She said cockily with a wink pointing her thumb at herself proudly. Vegeta rolled his eyes at her lack of modesty. Kakarott giggled.

"So, how long till we land?" Kakarott asked. They had already entered the planet's atmosphere.

"About ten minutes according to the information here with the coordinates that have been set." Bulma replied.

Kakarott raised his eyebrows and looked at Vegeta in surprise. Vegeta smirked. He hadn't had to help her once so far.

"It's beautiful here." Bulma exclaimed, briefly taking in the scenery as they flew closer to their destination. "Is that where we are going?" She asked, pointing to a large white structure.

"Yes. That is the landing dock that way." Vegeta pointed. "The palace is attached to it right there."

Bulma nodded and guided the ship skillfully towards their destination. It didn't take long to get there and Bulma was able to land the ship smoothly without incident and without any help from Vegeta to both Saiyans amazement.

"What did I tell ya?" She gloated.

"Very impressive, Bulma!" Kakarott exclaimed.

"Ready to go?" Vegeta asked looking at her and offering her his hand.

"No," she replied but took his hand anyway and allowed him to lead her to the door.

"It will be fine. Just follow my lead," he said, leaning in to kiss her trying to give her one last bit of encouragement and ignoring the fact that Kakarott was standing there witnessing his obvious display of affection. "Trust me," he whispered to her holding her face and looking into her eyes.

"I do." she said almost breathlessly.

"Hmmn. Good." he said walking from her and opening the door.

Bulma took a deep breath and followed the two Saiyans out of the ship and down the ramp. There was a small audience there. Bulma was able to spot the King right away. He looked exactly like his son, only was much taller and had a goatee. He looked very intimidating to her. She didn't think it was possible for someone to look more intimidating than Vegeta. She looked and saw about eight other Saiyans waiting there behind the king. All large men. This seemed to be a race of giants in comparison to the human race. She had never seen so many huge men in one place!

She continued to look at the small crowd and spotted a very beautiful tall woman standing close to the king. She was wearing a purple dress that looked to be made from chiffon. It was extremely low cut and extremely revealing. Bulma guessed that this must be Asia. She suddenly didn't think she was that scandalously dressed in comparison. She felt overdressed. She made eye contact with this girl and could almost feel her distaste radiating off of her. Yup. That must be her, Bulma thought to herself. She made sure she was standing tall with her shoulders back and head held high and stared back at her confidently refusing to be intimidated. She was Bulma Briefs. She wasn't intimidated by anyone.

"Father." Vegeta stated, bowing respectfully to his father. Bulma noticed how Kakarott kneeled and did the same. She then stood up when he stood up.

"Son. I trust you returned with what you were looking for?" The king said taking note of Bulma and looking her over in a manner that made her feel very uncomfortable.

"I did, father." Vegeta nodded. "I retrieved everything I was hoping to acquire."

"I see," the king nodded walking up to Bulma and looking closely at her as though he were assessing her. He took her chin and turned her face to the left and then to the right. "And what is your name, girl?"

"Bulma Briefs," she replied boldly refusing to show him any fear and looking him right in the eye.

"And where might you be from, Bulma Briefs?" he asked, not breaking eye contact with her.

"I am from the planet Earth, your Highness," she replied confidently as he looked her over.

"Hmmn," the king replied raising an eyebrow. "She is exceptionally beautiful, my son. And bold. Am I to be under the impression that you have selected her to be your first concubine?" he asked turning away from her and addressing his son.

"Your impression is correct, father." Vegeta replied indifferently. Bulma had to use every ounce of self-control she possessed no to frown and smack him upside the head. It didn't matter that he had already warned her and tried to prepare her for this, but hearing him say it to his father like he had just acquired a new toy still really hurt.

"Good!" The king replied smacking his son on the shoulder. "It's about time you took a concubine for yourself, I was beginning to worry."

Bulma happened to notice Asia seething in the background. She could tell she wasn't happy with the king's reaction.

"She will prove to be very valuable in many aspects," Vegeta replied. He would tell his father about Bulma's many talents eventually but not here in the open.

"I'm sure," the king replied looking her over again. "You certainly picked out a rare beauty for your first of many," he nodded in approval. "Be sure to break her in quickly. No slave should be so bold as to look their superiors in the eye." he replied looking at her, daring her to look away at which she did after a few seconds for fear of showing disrespect.

Bulma was starting to get annoyed with them talking about her like a piece of livestock like she wasn't there. She grit her teeth in any case. She would give Vegeta a piece of her mind later on when she got a chance. She happened to catch his eye briefly and saw him smirk slightly at her. She resisted the urge to frown at him and looked away instead.

Vegeta smirked to himself watching Bulma fume silently. He could tell she was pissed. He was proud of her though. She wasn't shrinking back or cowering. She looked right at his father directly and had replied to his quarries without looking to him for support. No, she could hold her own he was sure of it.

"We have much work to do, Son. Come with me. We must have a meeting at once." the king replied indicating for his son to follow him.

"Of course, father. May I see Bulma to my quarters so that she may begin to settle in?" Vegeta asked. He didn't want to leave her alone. He could see Asia shooting daggers at her already.

"Make it quick, son. Escort her to the wing where the other pleasure slaves reside. They will get her settled in," the king replied, looking at his son oddly.

"I prefer she stay in my quarters," Vegeta said firmly giving his father a look that clearly meant that it wasn't a topic up for discussion.

"Very well. I shall expect you in my personal study within a half hour though." the king said with a shrug.

"I will be there in a half hour, father, thank you." Vegeta replied walking towards the palace turning to Bulma and Kakarott to follow him. He walked right past Asia and everyone else without so much as acknowledging any of them.

Asia stood there absolutely furious. He didn't even so much as glance at her! She looked at the King and couldn't help but feel betrayed. He was actually allowing this? She could not believe it!

"Do not worry, the novelty will wear off soon and by month's end he will have all but forgotten her name if she happens to even last that long." the king reassured her.

"But-" she started to object.

"Do not badger him about it, leave it be." The king replied, turning to leave her on the shipping dock standing alone.

Asia wanted to scream at someone. Or kill someone. Either or. She couldn't believe how fast things were spinning out of her control! Vegeta was supposed to be Her Prince. She would not be sharing him with anyone. If that Blue-haired hussy thought otherwise, she was greatly mistaken. Asia hadn't missed their brief exchange on the dock either. He had never looked at her that way. It wasn't fair! She had to find some way to discredit this girl before she bewitched her Prince even further. It was obvious she was all alone in this. Even the King didn't see her point of view on this. What was wrong with him? He had simply dismissed her concerns as though they were of no consequence.

FLASHBACK
Talking to Raditz at the banquet a few nights ago had proved to be fruitless. Asia wasn't sure if he was protecting his prince or was actually that dumb.

All she had gotten out of him was that Vegeta seemed to be smitten with some tavern wench. They bought her for him as a joke and he had gone along with it. They spent a few hours in private doing who knows what and then headed home. That was it. That's all Raditz had divulged. He didn't seem to know anything about this girl being a brilliant scientist. Asia had decided that Vegeta and Kakarott had lied to her. There was no was no way.

In any case, she still decided that taking this bit of information to the King was the best thing to do, so that's just what she did. She dressed herself in her best and made sure her hair and makeup was flawless and came to the throne room.

"What is it, my dear?" The king asked when she entered the empty room. It was a rare occasion he was actually alone without anyone else bothering him.

"I have some disturbing news about the prince, your highness," she replied, bowing low in respect.

The king rolled his eyes. "Rise, my dear. What has he done now?" he asked.

"You are aware that he left on a mission a few days ago," she started.

"I am. He left to retrieve some valuable artifacts from the planet he just finished purging. I do believe you were present in the council meeting where he presented his discovery." The king replied.

"Yes, your highness. I remember," Asia nodded. "However, I have since discovered that this metal element he is going to retrieve isn't the only reason he left. He may also be stopping along the way to pick up some lowly tavern wench he met on his travels."

"Hmmn," the king replied stroking his mustache. "He never mentioned anything about that." he said smirking to himself. This was certainly interesting. He had been wondering for some time as to why his son hadn't shown any interest in any of the palace pleasure slaves. He refused to accompany him to any of the auctions when he would seek to acquire either a new concubine for himself or a courtesan for the harem. Vegeta-sei had some of the most accomplished and beautiful women in the galaxy. The King was very proud of the variety in women he had acquired over the years. Yet his son never showed anything but contempt whenever the subject was brought up. Maybe he finally had gained an appetite for such things? If anything, this was a good thing! The King had been starting to worry about his son's sexual preferences. This was wonderful news!

"He and Kakarott were discussing it at the banquet."

"And this has been brought to my attention why?" the king asked looking at her in curiosity.

"It is improper, your Highness!" she exclaimed. "How are we to be mates if he keeps other women around? This is an embarrassment!"

The king sat back and sighed heavily. "Asia, you know you have my favor and I do support you in your union with my Son when that finally happens. I will continue to take your side on most matters. Vegeta can be very indecisive and hot headed." The king started. "However, if he chooses to take a concubine that is not something I will criticize him for. That is his right. I am frankly surprised it has taken him this long to do so. I had had several by the time I was his age."

"Your highness, it is an outrage!" Asia seethed. She couldn't believe this! How could the King not see where she was coming with this? "I will not play second best to some wench!"

"It is the way of it, Asia. I cannot take your side on this matter." The king said shaking his head. "Any other matter, as you know, I will usually come down on him for but not this. This is something you must let go. I have many royal concubines at my service exclusive to myself only. I cannot tell my son he cannot do the same."

"And your queen was content with the idea of you keeping concubines?" Asia asked angrily.

"Asia, you forget your place." The king bellowed at her. "However, not that it is any of your business, but yes. I had many before her a few while she was with me and I have had many since her passing."

Asia felt like she was going to scream. "I do apologize, your highness for my outburst but I will not have it." she replied firmly.

"It is up to you, Asia but heed my advice. Fight him on this and you'll have an even more difficult time getting him to return your affections. Let it be." The king replied in finality.

"Thank you for your council, your highness. I will take it into consideration." Asia said bowing to the King and leaving the throne room before she belittled herself any more.

Asia stormed down the hallway and headed to her father's personal quarters. He would know what to do about this. He was the King's top advisor. Paragus was his name. He always knew how to fix any situation.

"What is it?" He had asked as she stormed into his personal study in a whirlwind fashion.

"Prince Vegeta has left to get a concubine for himself and his father sees no issue with this." she replied in a huff.

"That is a common practice," her father replied, putting down the book he was reading. "I, personally do not agree with it. However, the prince is much like his father, you had to see this coming at some point."

"He has never been interested before. Why now?" she asked.

"Who knows?" Paragus shrugged. "No one knows why Vegeta or his father do half of what they do. That is why I need you in there. You need to solidify your position. It is time this planet had a new ruler. Only you can help achieve that. The last two Kings have done nothing but bring this planet to ruin and I see Prince Vegeta as being no different."

"I am trying, father!" Asia exclaimed in frustration. "Now that he has some wench to occupy his time how will I be able to catch his attention now?"

"Try harder." he replied.

"What else can I do? I've done everything I can!"

"Wait. Sit back and do nothing. Observe this girl as closely as you can. No doubt, Prince Vegeta will be possessive of her. Things will go one of two ways; ether he will tire of her very quickly like his father tires of his many women or you can observe her and find a way to discredit her to him. That shouldn't be too difficult to do. These women are usually unintelligent and very easily swayed for the right price. If you can find a way to discredit her in front of him if he does not tire of her, he will cast her out himself."

"Alright, father. I will wait." Asia replied, calming down.

Present Day Asia had to admit, this girl Vegeta had brought was much more attractive than she had anticipated. But she was sure she was a lot smarter. And judging by her looks he was weak. This should be easy. Maybe she could arrange an accident to befall her as well. She was so delicate in stature. It would take nothing to break that little neck of hers.

Asia smirked to herself. She was going to have a lot of fun destroying this girl. She could tell the way she carried herself that she was very self-confidant. No matter. She would be no match for her. Let the games begin! She thought to herself as she headed into the palace.
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