Taming the Saiyan Prince: Bulma and Vegeta

X: Hunting for the perfect wedding dress

Chapter 10

The life of the Prince of All Saiyans had always been a battle. While he was taking his first steps, his father was also teaching him the art of combat and war. He was the perfect definition of a Warrior Prince. Vegeta had always prided himself on his strength, heritage, and endurance. But it would take everything he had learned throughout his life to survive against this new foe. He had battled with the strongest fighters in the universe but nothing had prepared him for: A Pregnant Woman's Hunt for the Perfect Wedding Dress!

Nothing could satisfy the woman. She had been to every single major designer store- tried on more than 50 different gowns and still she was not satisfied. Day and night she flipped through bridal magazine after bridal magazine. It was maddening! And for some reason she felt the need to relay the troubles of her search onto him- as if it meant anything to the Saiyan Prince! She had even gone so far to drag him to some of the stores to wait for her to try on the gowns. He, the prince of Saiyans, waiting on some silly earth girl! "Unbelievable!" He had growled in disgust after waiting and watching the woman try on different- but extremely similar dresses only to walk out of the store empty handed. "You would think that that dress means as much to her as becoming Super Saiyan is to me! It's so bizarre!"

However, Vegeta took it much better than one might think. Sure he sat and growled menacingly, started huge arguments with the woman in front of everyone, and refused to give his opinion on any of the dresses- but at least he hadn't killed anyone! And he was being rewarded for his good behavior whenever he wanted or so he thought…

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Bulma stared down at a Vera Wang catalogue, pictures of the flowers the wedding planner had chosen, and different designs for the cake simultaneously. She sighed disliking everything she saw. Suddenly there was a loud boom, which had come from the back door. "What the hell?" the bride-to-be gasped, slamming her hands on the table upon seeing Vegeta charge into the room. "Vegeta! I'm trying to concentrate- stop slamming all those doors! It's bad enough to hear that stupid GR buzzing all day! I am really going to have to fix-"

She was interrupted by his lips upon her and pushing her onto the couch. Bulma was completely shocked by his brash actions, "This man never ceases to surprise me! But I won't be distracted today!" The little woman hit his chest "Vegeta! Vegeta, stop!" she hissed against his demanding lips.

"Woman this works a lot better when you don't talk!"

Bulma slapped him across the face angrily but Vegeta just laughed and continued his invasion into his woman's pants. "Get off of me you under gown Monkey! I'm busy! I'm trying to find the right dress-"

Vegeta growled loudly and turned away from her, "Will you shut up about the stupid dress! I'm just going to rip it off of you anyways- what difference does it make!"

Bulma gasped in offense, "What difference does it make? WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE? The dress is the most important part of the entire wedding, you lunkhead!"

"Oh excuse me! I thought the most important part was the eternal bond between two people or whatever your soap opera mother says!" Vegeta cut back.

Bulma rolled her eyes, "Oh Shut up! The dress makes all the difference! That is like asking you what is the difference between a regular Saiyan and a Super Saiyan!"

The Prince jumped up furiously, "DO NOT COMPARE THE LEGENDARY WARRIOR TRANSFORMATION TO A PIECE OF CLOTHE WOMAN!" He bellowed. "Forget it! Go back to your work!"

But his touch had already distracted Bulma and now did not want him to leave, "Wait! Vegeta, why were you so playful earlier?"

"It doesn't matter now- I'm not in the mood to deal with you!" The warrior snarled as he headed back towards the GR.

Bulma jumped up and ran after him, "Hey! Hey! Don't walk away when I'm talking to you-" The sudden movement had caused Bulma's fragile stomach to revolt. She fell to the ground, very sick.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, "You are always sick now! Why do you have to be so weak?"

Bulma shot him a cold glare, "This is your fault, asshole! If you hadn't have gotten me all riled up and walk off like that I wouldn't have gotten sick! And you are the one who got me pregnant, jerk!"

Vegeta walked over and threw her over his shoulder. "Yea, yea, blame it all on me! If you had just gone along with it then I wouldn't have walked off! And it's not my fault that human medicine can not handle the absolute power of the Saiyan seed!"

"PUT ME DOWN I AM NOT A PIECE OF BAGGAGE!" Bulma screeched.

Vegeta flew to her terrace and dropped her on the hard floor, "Oh yes you are woman!"

Tears began to well up in her eyes as she looked up at him. "Oh Kami, not again! That's the fifth time this week! I haven't even been trying to upset her!" The ways of pregnant women were an unsolvable mystery to the Saiyan. He had tried ignoring the tears but that had only resulted in the woman sabotaging the GR. Vegeta knew that he was just going to have to grit his teeth and bare with it. "What have I gotten myself into?" He crossed his arms and looked away from her, "I was 'playful' earlier because I had finally mastered 550 x gravity, which means that soon I will become what I was always meant to be! There I told you now stop sniveling!"

Bulma smiled widely, "And you wanted to share that with me?"

Vegeta was sickened by the hope and "lovey-dovey" sound in her voice. "Disgusting!"

"Oh Vegeta!" She threw her arms around him.

"Woman have you gone completely insane? One minute you are happy the next minute furious then sad and now you are happy again? You make Frieza's tantrums look like child's play!"

"I am just happy that you wanted to share your accomplishment with me, handsome!" she giggled.

"HANDSOME? Woman I am warning you-"

Bulma playfully hit him over the shoulder, "Oh please I know you love it!"

She left him balking and angry on the balcony to go back to the hunt for the perfect wedding gown.

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"How dare her! Making a fool out of me after I went through her antics! This can't be! I won't stand for it any longer! I am a warrior!" Vegeta screamed in his head as he blasted at the training bots. "Unbelievable!"

Vegeta decided that he would deal with the woman that very night, once he had finished his training of course. She needed to be reminded of her place! He was going through all of his usually sayings, 'I am the prince of all Saiyans,' 'you are nothing but a weak earthling,' 'I am a warrior prince!' etc. while he walked to the main compound. But as he entered the door he realized that the house was in a state of commotion. He could hear the ditz of a mother squealing and the woman's laughter. "Well that is all going to change! Soon she will be on her knees paying respect to the prince!" He smirked at the thought and made his way around the corner to the living room.

But there would be no arguments that night. Vegeta was not prepared for the site that had greeted him. Bulma (who had suddenly changed her hair back to a style similar to what she had had on Namek) stood smiling in a gorgeous, shimmering white gown. His mouth dropped just for a second before he could catch himself. He hoped the woman had not seen it, but of course she did and took it as his approval to the dress.

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Vegeta ran a towel through his untamed hair. He would not go to the woman tonight, for he was too angry with himself for not reprimanding her rude behavior. He dried off and slid into bed stark naked. Just as he was about to fall asleep he felt two luscious lips gently pressed against his ear. "Still angry?" Bulma asked seductively. He merely "hmphed" in reply and sunk lower into the covers.

Bulma rolled her eyes at his stubbornness. She was so happy after his reaction to the dress that she was going to let him have his way tonight- but just this once. She kissed his neck sensually and whispered softly in his ear, "I'm here for my punishment your highness…"

Vegeta smirked, "Once again, The Prince of All Saiyans conquers!"

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