Disclaimers: I do NOT own any of these characters so therefore I don't claim any of these, the story is the only thing i own. :Þ

:: Author's Notes - important ::

Oh, btw, Bulma in this chapter is already 17 yr.. old, so that leaves Vegeta being 18 yr.. old and still a prince.

[ 10 yrs after... ]

"Hey, what are you thinking?," a 17 yrs. old Cyan asked her best friend who's the same age as her, Bulma.

Bulma however being so consumed by looking through the window, hadn't heard anything Cyan told her, she just continued staring to the void of darkness and large droplets of rain sprinkling the window from the outside.

Cyan sighed in exasperation, "Bulma, we're already on our last year of studying and you're still as empty and hollow like before.., well, it doesn't seem like that when you're with the prince though, I smell something fishy~!," she teased, trying to distract Bulma in any ways she know.

Well.. she succeeded, though..

Bulma's clear blue eyes, shot up and looked towards Cyan, narrowing slightly, "Don't you dare think about that, the Prince and I are only friends~! as in friends,"

Whistling, Cyan neared her face to Bulma's and looked at her closely, "so.. that's why the Prince still keeps his distance to others except to you?..," she asked, quirking her eyebrows.

Flicking her long straight blue hair, Bulma crossed her arms, "Well.. I don't know why he's that.. but we're only f-r-i-e-n-d-s, how many times should i remind you about that?,"

Cyan poked her finger on Bulma's cheek, "So... that explains why you're blushing every time we talk about him?.. huh?..,"

Placing her hands on her cheeks, Bulma hissed, "I do NOT~!," she said, looking around, since having a saiyajin friend for almost 10 yrs. made her learn that not only saiyajins have keen eye sight they still have an ultra sensitive hearing..

Cyan searched something on her bag, as if looking for something.. then after sometime of rummaging through her bag, she finally found the thing she's been searching and handed the thing to Bulma.

Bulma accepted the thing, "A mirror?," then she turned towards Cyan looking at her incredulously, "Why in the world would you hand me a mirror?,"

Cyan hefted herself up on Bulma's table, "Well, look at it and see how much you're blushing," she stated simply.

Looking at the mirror, she found herself blushing like crazy, but if she was indeed blushing, she wouldn't admit anything, "I guess it's from the heat.. or something..," she lied.

Quirking one eyebrow, Cyan tapped the window, whispering softly, but loud enough for Bulma to hear, "My, my.. it's really rainy today, kinda chilly..,"

Then she turned to face Bulma, "Why wouldn't you just admit it?,"

"Admit what?,"

"Admit that you l-- mmmpphh," she stopped because Bulma clamped her hands on Cyan's face, gaining questioning looks from their other classmates.

"It's nothing," Bulma said to them as she sweat dropped, then she hissed to Cyan, "Don't say that again, or Vegeta might hear you,"

Cyan just nodded, and Bulma removed her hands on her mouth.

"Well, you don't have to do that you know...," she complained, rubbing her mouth, "No need to be so defensive, he's not here, he's not our classmate now, he has his own room.. he wouldn't hear us,"

:: That's what you thought, :: Bulma wanted to say but bit her tongue.

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After classes, Bulma rushed out of the room before Cyan could see her, she quickly ran towards *their* secret meeting place. She sped up, and she found him standing there already,

"Hey onna, what took you so long? I have something important to tell you," Vegeta asked, more like his arrogant self.

:: He still hasn't changed a bit, :: Bulma thought, smiling a bit, he was pretty much like her that's why they get along pretty roughly..

"What is it?," she asked as she finally caught up with him.

Vegeta turned to her and crossed his arms, "I will be crowned the new King next week, and there would be a celebration for it and I want you to come, here take this," he said as he shoved something towards her direction, Bulma pulled it out from his grasp and looked at it.

An envelope with Vegeta-sei's king stamp on the opening, :: This must be the celebration's invitation, whoa-? he's inviting me? what happened to the lowly no-class Chikyuu baka? :: she smiled as she observed the stamp.

Vegeta noticed that the onna has softened her face when she received the invitation, he smiled secretly, he was practically happy that his ever *first* friend would be there to witness him, the Prince of all Saiyajins, be crowned as the King. It would truly a joyful night.

A night to remember.

But then he remembered one tiny important fact: the new king must find a mate to produce the new heir. Where to find a mate, that was the question.

:: I certainly wouldn't go after some lowly servant saiyajin, and certainly not if I would be mated to someone I barely knew and came from another planet :: at that he looked at the ever busy Bulma that was presently reading the invitation and glanced up at him, she was *smiling* at him.

:: What if... :: his thought trailed off, :: Feh.. she's just a loud-mouthed baka.. that's all, but even with that I couldn't deny that she's not too ugly for a baka :: he thought.

"What were you thinking with your monkey-sized brain, huh Vegeta?," she teased as she caught him staring into nothingness, sort of like in a trance, which he really rarely does.

Vegeta snickered, "You wouldn't understand with your pea-sized brain onna~!,"

Bulma tried to punch him in the face, although she knew in her heart that even if she gave her all in that punch it still wouldn't hurt him, so she tried anyway, but the Prince blocked it.

She smiled at these, "You're getting better..," she said.

Vegeta snickered, "You're getting worse,"

Bulma just giggled and he glared at her, even after 10 years he still couldn't understand this plain weird chikyuu-jin onna. But maybe, just maybe, he would take her as his mate.. just maybe, like when she would be the last onna in the universe.

:: But in my universe, she is the only onna I know :: he thought, but he still refuses in his own mind to take this lowly no-class chikyuu-jin as his mate, she doesn't suit the title.

his subconscious mind interjected suddenly,