Prologue

Bulma sat in the room and looked at the young boy who had just left surgery. Her young age got the best of her as she couldn't help her growing curiosity. The boy had long flamed hair and the most peculiar thing was, he had a tale. Bulma pushed her chair up to his window and just looked at him. She was smart enough to know he was an alien that was found on an exploratory mission. Her father had mended his wounds and saved the young boys life, but not without a price. It was the first time she saw an alien. Of course, everyone was aware they existed. Her planet was the most technologically advanced planet in the entire galaxy. Bulma saw the tanned boy began to stir in his medically induced slumber. Bulma looked down each hallway of the vast hospital before she hoped down from her chair.

Her glittery shoes clamped down on the white tiled floors as she headed to his door. Bulma smiled to herself as she began to override the access panel with the master code. Her eight years on this earth had made her smarter than most adults. As the door popped open she slid petite self in. He seemed to be in better shape than when he arrived. Bulma remembered hearing a doctor say he would be dead if he was out in space another day. Bulma wondered what his story was, he couldn't have been much older than herself. Bulma pushed a chair up against his bed, carefully so she didn't wake him.

He was asleep, but he did not look calm. His face was plastered with worry. Bulma saw his eyes began to flicker open and stare at her. His eyes were so dark that they seemed endless to the young princess.

"I'm Bulma". She said with a sweet smile on her angelic face. He watched her and was familiar with her language even though it was different than his own. The boy flinched as he felt a sharp pain at the bottom of his neck. Then he felt a bandage over the new wound. His instincts were telling him that something was not right.

"I'm Prince Vegeta". He said with rasp in his voice. His throat felt so dry as if it wanted to crack under the pressure. Bulma looked at him and her eyes became bright. Vegeta watched the little girl with that had long blue hair pulled back with a red bow. Her young stature was regal to him. Vegeta could sense her gentle nature as she leaned over his bed. His confusion was high he had no idea where it was. The last thing he remembered was being on a mission for his father and go into in his hyperbolic sleeping chambers. His father was to wake him up and he never did. Vegeta didn't even know how long he'd be in a death like sleep. He was frozen in time.

"What lunar year is it"? Vegeta asked sitting up a little in the medical bed. Bulma looked at him and thought what an odd question it was.

"Ummm… it's lunar year 2015, why? How old are you anyways? I'm 8". The blue haired heiress said to him. He couldn't believe it, he words sent shivers down his spine. He was eight when he went on his mission and that was four years ago. What had happened that no one had awaken him in four years?

"I'm twelve, tell me where the Saiyans are? I must get back to my family". The young boy said in a panic as he began to pull out the IV's and other monitoring devices. Bulma jumped back onto her chair as she saw him trying to get up. Bulma didn't know what he was talking about. She had never heard about Saiyans before. She only deducted that those where his people. He was a Saiyan. Vegeta grabbed her by her shoulder and shook her slightly.

"I need to know Bulma". He said as he tried to soften his tone. He didn't want to frighten her and make her leave. He had a feeling he wasn't surrounded by people who had his best interest at heart. As she began to speak to him an again a team of men busted into the room. Bulma jumped at the sudden intrusion. Her father scurried into the room and pulled her back quickly.

"Bulma! What are you doing in here, this boy is dangerous"!? The older man said as he held a remote in his hand. Bulma became frightened for the boy. He didn't seem dangerous to her, she liked him. He was kind to her, but she knew what her father could do with his technology. The men stormed into the room with rifles pointed at the boy. Vegeta didn't seem fazed at all as he hoped down from the bed. He got into a fighting position. Bulma had no clue what going to happen.

"Listen to me child. My men have saved your life and I am fully aware of what you are…" The man said with his glasses perched on his nose. Bulma watched the boy as she knew he was going to fight the grown men. She didn't know how, but she wanted to watch.

"If you know who I am then you'd be wise to let me go, old man." Vegeta said as he looked at Bulma. Their eyes met and she just shook her head to him. He saw her whisper the words…."Please don't" Vegeta ignored her as he went to fight. The young boy fazed in front of the man that was closes to him. He breaks the man's gun in half and knocking the man unconscious. Vegeta continued his assault as Bulma watched in amazement. He was like a superhero. He was quicker than a flea and stronger than any frictional character she'd ever known. He whizzed past her and stopped in front of her and her father as all the other men had fallen to him.

"Boy, you've underestimated me for the first and last time". The Doctor said as he pressed a red button on his small silver remote.

"Daddy! No!" Bulma yelled as she ran over to Vegeta as he collapsed to the ground. Vegeta felt a complete stabbing sensation at the base of neck. His entire body seared with pain as he collapsed into the young girls' arms. He had no clue what was happening to him, but he knew that she did and so did the doctor. "Daddy please stop, don't hurt him. He's sorry…" Bulma said as she looked into Vegeta's eyes. A singular tear fell from his face as the unbearable pain continued. The King removed his finger from the device he was using to subdue to young Saiyan. The doctor looked at his daughter and the boy she held.

"Bulma, teach this boy our ways or I will have no choice but to punish him further." He said as he watched her caress the boys head and wipe away the pain induced sweat and tears. Bulma looked at her father fearfully as he retreated the room and nodded. His wounded soldiers helped each other along as they gave him an evil look. Bulma looked down to the boy who still showed no fear. Bulma gave him a sad smile.

"It's okay Vegeta. I will protect you I promise". Bulma said as she continued to caress his head as tried to regain his composure. He wasn't able to speak yet, but he still didn't understand her kindness. He closed his eyes as he drifted off into a slumber. She made him feel something he hadn't in a long time, safe.

10 years later

"Vegeta, wake up. I know you are in there…If you don't open the door. I'm breaking in". Bulma said as she leaned on his door. Her short blue hair was messy as she had just come back from a flight. She was still in her flight suit that consisted of a dark green jumpsuit and brown knee high boots. She smiled as she thought about seeing her most trusted friend. Bulma's flight suit held all her most prestigious awards. She was the most decorated pilot in her father's air force and galactic fleet as well. Bulma had taken a great pleasure in adventure and technology. It was said that anything she flew she could take apart and put back together with her eyes closed. It was true, she was a genius but she also stayed in trouble.

Bulma leaned against the door and didn't hear anything from his room. Bulma rolled her eyes and began to tamper with the key pad as she had always done when he ignored her. She knew why he was ignoring and she wasn't happy with it. Bulma saw him lying on the bed pretending to be sleeping. She knew his sensitive ears heard her coming a mile away. "Vegeta are you that upset"? Bulma said as she sat on the edge of his bed.

"Leave me alone woman. I'm done with your nonsense." Vegeta said from under the pillow. Bulma sighed as she looked at him and his back. His back was covered in scars and old wounds. He was a warrior before she knew him and some of them had come from her own father. His muscular back was riddled with stories entangled in pain.

"Vegeta, I didn't know Uri was going to tell on us. If I did would have shut his ass in the cryogenic and set the time for a million years. I'm sorry, my prince. ". Bulma said as she began to play with his sensitive tail. She always called him by his official title when they were alone. Bulma knew exactly what she was doing with to him. The abandoned prince would never admitted, but she knew him very well. Bulma smiled as she heard him gently purr at her sensual touching on tail. Vegeta clenched his cover as he fought to control himself. Bulma began to pet his tell again wrapping her petite hands around it and stroking it's furry length. He shot up and grabbed her by her wrist and forced her down on his bed.

Bulma giggled loudly as his flipped her over on his bed playfully. "Bulma what have I told you about do that"? He said with a sweetened smirk on his handsome features. Bulma smiled at him and wiggled underneath him.

"I know what you told me. I believe it was along the lines of "how much I turn you on and how much you want me yada yada". Bulma said quoting his words to him. He let go of her wrist as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he supported his weight above her. Vegeta shook his head at the beautiful girl that had grown up with him. It was undeniable that she was attractive, but he refused to ever have her the way she had practically beg him to.

"I do not sound like that woman." Vegeta said as leaned down closer to her. "Now, what do you want"? Vegeta said as he stayed in her embrace for a moment longer. Bulma smiled at his closeness as she felt his warm breath tickle her neck. Bulma let go of him allowing him to sit up on the bed. She missed his touch already. Bulma propped herself up on his full size bed and looked at him with a smile on her face. He was such a beautiful creature to her. He was her very own Saiyan Prince. His entire body was as if it was sculpted in the image of Adonis himself. His dark naturally tanned features brought out his nearly black eyes. She couldn't deny he was devilishly handsome.

"Well after Uri told my father that he saw us together on the roof, it might be difficult now, but I found something. I was flying over this desolated area. It's called , I found a spaceship Vegeta. I cross referenced it with some files from out metadata and found out it's a Saiyan spaceship…I just can't get to the sight alone." Vegeta was losing interest in her story until she said she found a Saiyan ship. He couldn't believe her words. Vegeta learned quickly that his world had been destroyed with no survivors. His planet collided with another and the mightiest race was eradicated a month after he departed.

"Bulma, I'm not sure if this news is good or not. Are you not aware of the trade my race was notorious for"? Vegeta said as he began to get dressed. Bulma nodded to him. It wasn't until she met Vegeta that she began to learn all she could about his race.

"I know, but I think it's now or never. I don't think you'd be able to live knowing that you didn't at least try to find out if even one more Saiyan was alive. Plus, I know you would never let anyone destroy Earth". Bulma said as she watched him get dress in his all black spandex training gear and grey armor. Vegeta arched his eyebrow to her.

"No, woman I wouldn't let anyone destroy you…now as for your father and his kingdom can all burn in hell". Vegeta spat to her as he spoke his true feelings. Bulma knew he was telling the truth and only rolled her eyes to him. He had endured a lot of torture from her father. The doctor king had made Vegeta his personal bogyman. Dr. Briefs sent Vegeta on mission to retrieve deadly intelligence, covert missions throughout the galaxy, and his personal slave at times. Bulma knew her father exploited Vegeta's immense strength, but Vegeta never told her all the horrors her father had done to him. Vegeta never want Bulma to hate her father. Although, he resented the man Vegeta wished he still had a family so he would not destroy hers.

Bulma stood and helped adjust his armor that she had created for him. Her technology had allowed her to use his original amour to engineer and replicate a stronger and more durable one for him. Vegeta looked over his shoulder to her. "What"? Bulma said as she finished adjusting him properly. He only shook his head at the blue haired vixen that had always gone out of her way for him. She always did whatever she could to make sure he was comfortable as possible. Vegeta was grateful to her, but his pride would never allow him to say those words.

"Nothing, we should go before you father comes looking for me". Vegeta said as he sensed to make sure no one was roaming his corridor. She couldn't been seen leaving his room even though she was in his more than her own. They had even shared his small bed on many occasions. Her room was much more luxurious, but under constant surveillance. Bulma nodded to him as she headed toward his door way as he signaled to her.

"Meet me at my hangar, in ten minutes." Bulma said as she winked to the Saiyan. Vegeta rolled his eyes as he went the opposite way of her.

Bulma loved to fly more than anything. Vegeta had always refused to fly in the cockpit with her, he always flew next time him. They would often race and it was always neck to neck. He truly never let her win anything. He was the most competitive person she'd ever met, besides herself. Vegeta wouldn't even let her win a board game. Bulma pointed downward as her face was covered with her oxygen mask and helmet. Vegeta began to descend as he followed her lead. Vegeta had to admit that the human's technology was impressive. It was easier to be a Saiyan in a human world, so he got by.

Vegeta watched her land as she removed her black helmet and oxygen mask. She ruffled her hair in her hands as tried to get rid of the helmet hair. Bulma pulled out her virtual map showing him where the ship was in the mountainous area. "You'll have to fly us the rest of the way there. I can't fly through the mountainous area". Bulma explained as she capsuled her plane. Vegeta nodded as he effortlessly lifted her in the area. He didn't say anything as they took off into the air. She found it exhilarating to fly with him, but he always tried to scare her. The only problem was that Bulma knew in her heart and soul that he would never hurt her. Vegeta zoomed in the air as he made sure not to high above the altitude so she could still breath. He was also careful not to break too many G forces because he knew it could collapsed her fragile organs. Bulma held onto his muscular neck and looked over his shoulder, as everything went by so fast she could barely decipher any of it. Vegeta began to slow down as he saw the ship in the deep valley.

Vegeta landed as his grip on her tightened ensuring that she was safe. They landed and Vegeta couldn't believe his eyes. It was a Saiyan ship and its familiarity was terrifying.

"It is a Saiyan ship isn't it"? Bulma said as she pulled out her tiny scanner that began to analyze the ship and get ships logs and encrypted data. Bulma froze as the information started to appear on her tablet. Vegeta wanted to shake her as the information came back. Bulma swallowed as she read the data in her head. "Vegeta run now, it's a trap. It's my father…"Bulma said as she was tackled to the ground by her father's agents. Vegeta went to defend her, until he felt a familiar pain subduing him. The pain now only brought him to his knees as he had learned to fight it over the years. Bulma looked at him with sorrowful eyes as her beautiful face was pushed into the dirt.

Vegeta felt his angry growing as she was placed in handcuffs and roughly handed by her father's guard. Vegeta was met by his least favorite guard Uri. Vegeta was placed in specialized cuffs and a boot on his face. Uri only smiled a wicked smile as he rubbed his boot over Vegeta's face. "Princess you should've known better than this. Your father hoped you were smarter than to fall for such a simple rouse." Uri said with his short blonde hair and in a military cut and blue eyes. Bulma was raised to the grown by the guards as she kicked and cussed at them.

"Fuck you Uri! I swear when I get my hands on you. You'll wish Vegeta got to you first you, slime". Bulma screamed at him as he walked over to her. He only shook his head as he wiped her now dirty and bruised face.

"Now, Princess that is no language for royalty to be using. I can think of many things that beautiful mouth could be used for instead." Uri said as he pushed her lips together with his hand. Vegeta felt his tempter rising as he touched her. It was hard not to lose his mind over the blonde general touching someone so precious to him. Bulma kicked Uri as hard as she could in his stomach and spit on him in utter disgust of his words to him. Uri reared his hand back and slapped Bulma hard across the face causing her to shudder in pain. It was not the first time that Vegeta had witnessed her father's cruelty on not only himself, but her as well.

The angrier he became the more intense his own pain was. The doctor knew that his angry could allow his strength to double in size. Vegeta once witnessed her father burning her hand with a sauntering gun when she was caught sneaking him food while he was being starved in the dungeons. Vegeta began to pass out as he felt himself being carried off and saw Bulma still fighting against Uri and the guards. He did his best to keep his conscience, but he couldn't any longer.

A/N: Yes, another B/V fiction. Please let me know what you think and review, review, review. I do scrap stories if I think people hated it. Thank you so much for reading and give me any and all feedback!