A Match Made In.. Heaven?
By Star-chan



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A Surprise... Reunion?

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“PRINCE VEJITA TO WED PRINCESS CHICHI OF CHIKYUU!” The thick, black lettering blared out from the paper.

“Feh.. I didn’t think the arrogant prick could get himself a woman. Either it’s an arranged marriage, or the poor girl’s delusional. Chikyuu certainly has more than enough men.” Bulma Briefs, the aquamarine haired beauty of the Royal Science Studies Department, snorted at the newspaper from her seat as she reached over for her tools. “I mean, who could ever want to marry him out of freewill?” She spoke to herself while continuing on her latest scientific breakthrough, the ‘Capsule’. This would certainly put her ahead of her fellow scientists.

The 20 year-old genius had come to Vejita-sei when she was only 15, to be used as a concubine. She had been taken from her home on Chikyuu and sent over when a Saiyjin, who had taken a mission on the green planet, found her wandering alone in the woods. Being the woman that she was, she didn’t go down without a fight. Once she arrived on Chikyuu and met the King, she demanded that she be taken out of the concubine status and returned to her home. The King, surprised at her outburst, asked her age. When she replied, he looked at her in confusion.

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“You cannot be admitted into the harems... you are but a girl. Who captured you and brought you here?” She pointed at the large, burly man saluting the King on her right. “Is this true?” The King asked, voice edged with annoyance.

“Y-yes sire. But I did not know that she was a girl! She certainly does not look like one!”

“No, she doesn’t. But that was your mistake.” Vejita lifted up his arm, and without a second thought, disintegrated the man into ashes.

Bulma was staring at the place where her captor once stood with wide eyes when the King’s voice invaded her senses.

“I am terribly sorry that you had to see that. We do not kill anyone unless they are enemy or have obstructed the laws of the planet. Now, what is your name?”

She tried to steady her voice as she answered him, her head held high. “Bulma Briefs, your majesty.”

“Ahh... beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I am sorry to have to tell you this but, I cannot allow you to return to Chikyuu. If you returned, my planet’s enemies may go after you and torture you for information. You must understand that I’m doing this for your well-being and my planet’s.”

' The blue-eyed girl stood in shock as she absorbed the words that were just spoken to her. ‘Never... go back home? I’ll never see my parents again, or my friends... Yamcha...’ Her thoughts continued along this stream until she realized that King Vejita was speaking to her.

“..afraid that you will have to be kept as one of the palace’s slaves. Unless there is anything that you would have to benefit Vejita-sei?”

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It was that instance that led to her becoming one of the co-heads of the scientific studies and breakthroughs. But she was currently annoyed with her latest project. Bulma threw down her tools in frustration. “Why won’t you just work, you stupid piece of crap?!” She stared down at the uncompleted capsule, as if willing it to respond to her. When no answer came, she grumbled something under her breath and stood up. “I need some coffee..” she muttered as she walked to the kitchen adjoining her lab.

Moments later, Bulma held a steaming cup of espresso in her hands. The steam rose up from the heavenly drink (A/N: Coffee... mmm.. what I would give for some right now..) and caressed her silky face. Just as she was about to take a sip, the gadget on her belt began beeping and vibrating furiously. She groaned. Placing her coffee on a nearby counter, she looked at it sadly and she retrieved her beeper, checking the message that had interrupted her from drinking her sacred beverage.. “CODE ORANGE 23. INTRUDER IN LAB,” it read. Resisting the urge to throw the appliance at the wall, she grabbed a stunning gun and headed to the intruder quietly.

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Kakkarot looked around at the many utensils and prototypes littered around the spacious laboratory. ‘Wow.. lots of things. What could be of some worth in here?’ Giving his face a quick scratch through the black mask, he began poking through Bulma’s items.

“Ahem.” The sound of a woman’s voice made him spin around, in a ready fighting stance. Suddenly, his vision sparkled with bright flashes of light. He instinctively grabbed his head, his eyes burning and his body immobilized. Kakkarot slumped down to the tiled floor as he tried to figure out just what had caused him such pain. Through his hurried train of thought, he didn’t notice a small pinprick in his arm or the fact that the world around him began blurring into black nothingness.

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“Uhhnnhhh..” Kakkarot let out a small groan as he came to. His eyes shut to block out the menacing light, he tried to move but found that he couldn’t. Finally opening one obsidian orb, he found that he had been strapped to a wall... and by some material that resisted even Saiyjin strength.

“So I see that you are finally awake, Kakkarot.” At the mention of his name, his face whipped towards a computer terminal in which a blue-haired woman was typing. Sensing that she had gotten his attention, Bulma stepped up from her chair and walked around, stopping right in front of the Saiyjin.

Kakkarot’s eyes went wide. “YOU! What the hell are you doing here Bulma?!”

The ends of Bulma’s mouth curled up into a small smile. “Glad that you recognized me. But what I would like to know is how the harmless teenager that I knew became one of the most wanted criminals on Vejita-sei.”

He smirked. “For the thrill. How did the loud-mouthed girl that I knew become one of the highest ranking scientists on Vejita-sei?” He responded, mimicking her tone of voice.

Bulma pinched Kakkarot’s cheek. “For the thrill, Karot.” Her grin became wider as she saw his grimace. “I thought I told you never to call me that again,” he said.

“You did. But when have I ever listened to you anyway?” she countered as she walked back to her desk.

Kakkarot remembered the situation that he was in. He began to struggle against the bonds as he called over to Bulma. “Are you going to tell me why I’m strapped to a wall?”

“Maybe. Are you going to tell me why you broke into my lab?” She thumbed through the newspaper, stopping at a Science article. She sipped her coffee while she read. Hearing no answer from her childhood friend, she said, “I guess I’ll just leave you there for a little while. That should teach you a thing or two about thinking of breaking into my lab again.”

Still trying to get out, he looked around for any means of escape. “Oh, and don’t even bother trying to get out of the straps. It a kind of metal that I developed that won’t break under any kind of pressure. I must say, I’m a genius.” Her taunting voice reached his ears and he gave up. He looked towards Bulma. “When will you let me out?”

“When I feel like it.” He sighed. ‘This is definitely Bulma.’

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Bulma began to jog through the palace hallways, realizing that she was lost. She was tempted to ask one of the guards, but decided against it. The last thing she needed was to deal with those brainless idiots. “Now.. I’m in the east wing, so I ta—OMPH!”

She fell to the ground after colliding with something hard. ‘When did they put a wall in here?’ She then realized that there was a hand in front of her face, there to help her up. Accepting the hand, she was about to mouth off the person that knocked her over, when she caught site of him.

He was simply huge. There was no other word for it. He towered over her, and she had to crane her neck up just to look him in the eye. No wonder it felt like hitting a wall when she ran into him. Bulma was still staring at him in awe when he began to speak.

“I’m really very sorry bout knocking you over. Are you all right Miss?”

She shook her head to clear her thoughts. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for helping me up. If you don’t mind me asking, just who are you?”

“Oh sorry. My name is Kakkarot. I’m one of the Prince’s guards.”

‘Yes...’ she thought. ‘Finally, someone kind that I can ask directions for.’ “I’m Bulma. Do you know which direction the Science dormitories are?”

Kakkarot kindly smiled down on her. “I’m headed in that way right now. Follow me.”

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From that day, the two had become instant friends. They spent every free moment together, walking the grounds or simply talking. That is, until Kakkarot’s family was transferred to another planet. That was 3 years ago, and this incident was the first that Bulma had seen of him since then. She still wondered why he left, and was about to ask him when she head a single word come out of his mouth.

“ChiChi..” The name came out in a soft, anguished tone as he stared at the front page of the newspaper. Bulma looked at him from the corner of her eye. “You know her?”

He hurriedly looked away from the paper and shook his head. “No, never heard of her. I didn’t know that the Prince was marrying anyone.”

Somehow, Bulma found his statement far from the truth, but she didn’t ask any questions. “Yup. His royal pain-in-the-ass is marrying some girl from Chikyuu as an alliance. I must say, I feel sorry for her.”

Kakkarot looked away and stared at the wall. “Yeah.. sorry.” ..._--_...

To Be Continued...

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Hmm... sounds like Kakkarot is hiding something about everyone’s favorite Princess. But what could it be? *suspenseful music plays in the background* All this and more in the next chapter of A Match Made In.. Heaven?