Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ!

A/N – This is the sequel to Seduced by the Devil, it’s very short and it about Vegeta - in fact, it’s going to be a Vegeta/Bulma. Basically I’ve screwed with the DBZ time line again – don’t worry you’ll love what I’ve done…I hope ^_^ If you haven’t read the Seduced by the Devil fic, don’t worry, you can probably still read this one and get the general gist of the story line, all you need to know is that Vegeta is a little more insane then usual and Bulma from his original timeline has taken up with Android 17.

Here is what last happened last time in Seduced by the Devil, which took place in an A/U in future Trunks timeline;

Bulma had tricked Vegeta into using her time machine to go back in time and save his planet from Frieza, she had however drained the battery of the time machine so that Vegeta would only have enough power to go back in time.

This is the story of what happened to Vegeta - don’t worry he ends up back in the original Seduced by the Devil time line; it just takes a while to get him there! - Enjoy!

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Vegeta scowled across the throne room at his younger self who was sitting insolently on the throne of Vegeta smirking as though he owned the world. Life wasn’t fair; Vegeta decided as he got up and quietly sauntered out of the throne room, trying not to attract any attention to himself.

He had arrived in the time machine just in time to destroy Frieza and save his planet, however he hadn’t reckoned however on his younger self being such a little bastard. Prince Vegeta, as he had called himself, hadn’t been grateful. He had been mocking of his older self to such an extent that Vegeta was finding it hard not to destroy the little punk and seize control of the throne of Vegeta himself; after all he was the legendary super saiyan, and this, according to his younger self, was his only redeeming quality.

Strange as it was, technically Vegeta hated himself.

The pissed off saiyan snarled at every low ranking saiyan he passed on his way to the science lab. He had ordered every available saiyan scientist to work on trying to find an alternate power source for Bulma’s time machine. He couldn’t stand to be on this planet for much longer – he’d kill himself, no pun intended, if he didn’t leave soon.

Vegeta opened the science lab door and stalked in ignoring all the lower class saiyans who scuttled about like cockroaches, keeping their noses in their business. Vegeta had only recently learnt that Kakarot had already been sent to Earth and despite warning his younger self to kill the low level, Prince Vegeta had merely laughed and told his older self that no low level would ever be stronger then him.

Personally Vegeta thought that he deserved the beating that he was going to get at hands of Kakarot years later.

“Prince Vegeta!” One of the scientists almost squealed in delight at seeing him. He dropped to a knee then stood and motioned Vegeta closer. “We believe we have found an alternate power source for this vehicle of yours!” The scientist was positively glowing with pride. He took a deep breath and then announced; “Warthian Crystals!”

Vegeta grunted and tried to school his facial features to show boredom instead of elation but something must have shown because the saiyan scientist grinned at him with excitement.

“We have already began integrating the power crystals into your time machines component board, you should be able to leave within the next few hours if you so desire.” The scientist beamed at him in a very un-saiyan like manner.

Vegeta nodded slowly, his mind whirling with the knowledge that he could finally return to his own timeline and make that bitch pay for trapping him in this time. “Thank you Bardock, I believe I shall.”

With an insane grin Vegeta turned and stalked back out of the science lab and back to his own quarters. It was almost too good to be true! Finally he would be able to return to his own time line and make them all sorry for what they’d done to him. He’d start with that android Seventeen; oh yeah, he’d take him apart piece by piece and then he’d go get his wife back…

Vegeta hesitated; did he even want her anymore? He shrugged and kept pacing, his mind working a mile a minute. The android Bulma from his own timeline was a real bitch and she seemed fixated on the android, he’d probably be better off killing her too. Then again, he had his own time machine now, he could go to any timeline he wanted and choose another Bulma, and it wouldn’t be hard at all.

“Yes…” Vegeta smirked and began to plot. This time no one would be able to stop him.

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The young Prince Vegeta smirked mockingly at his elder self as he spoke. Vegeta didn’t really pay attention to anything of the things his younger self said, he was too distracted by other matters which were on his mind…

Was my voice always so whiny? Do I still sound like that? Vegeta raised an eyebrow and shook his head, there was no way his voice could still sound so annoying and rough, it just wasn’t possible. He was prince Vegeta! He was strong and alluring. He didn’t have a voice that sounded like some sort of bizarre pervert. It’ wasn’t possible.

“And so, Vegeta, I would like to extend my gratitude to you for destroying Frieza, EVEN though I could have done it myself but simply chose not to.” The young Prince continued to babble on about saiyan pride and how the Saiyan Empire would only get larger thanks to Vegeta’s help.

He’s so full of himself! “Even though I could have done it myself but simply chose not too.” What a little conniving prick he is! I’m lucky I grew out of it. Vegeta abruptly stood up and glared at his younger self. “Shut up boy, I’m sick of hearing you brag, so from now on keep that whiny little mouth of your shut while I am in your presence. Not that that will be for long.” Vegeta snapped at his younger self, smirking at the look of righteous indignation that crossed Price Vegeta’s face.

Serves the little punk right! Vegeta let out an involuntary snort of laughter as he climbed into the time machine and turned it on, he dumped a small backpack on the seat next to him, in it were several replacement crystals which Bardock had told him would need to be replaced ever four trips, the old crystals could be recharged by a strong electric shock – he didn’t expect to have much trouble creating an electrical shock…but still it was handy to have spares along with him.

Prince Vegeta glared at him childishly, his tiny tail wrapped around his waist. For a moment Vegeta considered telling him about King Cold or Cooler, who would show up someday for revenge. After a moments contemplation Vegeta decided not too, he would let his younger self deal with that problem on his own. Vegeta turned his attention to his younger self’s tail and also considered warning him about Yajirobe and his sword but once again decided not too, it would serve him right if and when he lost his tail.

Vegeta raised a gloved hand and waved mockingly at his younger self who bared his teeth, a vein popped out in his forehead and Vegeta let out an insane laugh and pressed the launch button, with a flash and a sound like a soft ‘Pop’ he disappeared between the fabric of time. Vegeta relaxed as the time machine sped trough the dizzying vortex and with a brighter flash and louder pop he reappeared…

“What the…” Vegeta opened the hatch and jumped out, he looked at the green sky and the multiple islands that dotted the horizon and groaned deep in his throat as he realised with a certainty that left him feeling sick, that the time machine had somehow fucked up and brought him to planet Namek.

“I bet that little bastard had something to do with this…” Vegeta muttered under his breath as he surveyed the horizon with unhidden boredom and hatred. Of all the planets he had fought on he hated Namek the most, and it wasn’t just that he had been killed here all those long years ago, he just hated the place for another more simple reason; the planet pissed him off.

He hated the colour of the sky, all the stupid little islands, he hated the Namekian’s and their stupid Dragon, he hated the stupid little whiny villagers and their weak little power levels, he hated Namek for no good reason that he or anybody else could discern. He would have blown it up himself back in his old timeline but Frieza beat him to it.

Vegeta was about to climb back into his time machine when he sensed several power levels, he ticked them off on his hand as he counted; “Piccolo, Kakarot, Krillen, Gohan, Me and…” Vegeta narrowed his eyes. “Frieza! How could Frieza be here if I already killed him?” He looked from the direction of Frieza’s power level to his time machine and it dawned on him; somehow the stupid crystals had changed the function of the time machine. It no longer only took its passenger back and forward in time but also slipped sideways into other dimensions.

“Great.” Vegeta growled sarcastically as he looked about him. “Now I’m doomed to wander from dimension to dimensions and I’ll probably never get back to Bulma…” Vegeta paused mid-speech as he heard a familiarly annoying ditzy voice.

“And that cloud looks like a cheese burger and that one looks like Goku…Oh Goku…I wonder what you look like now…” Her voice was dreamy and wistful and incredibly innocent. Her voice made him want to go over there and…

Vegeta’s eyes widened and he clamped down on his thoughts as he headed towards her voice to find her sprawled on her back gazing up at the clouds. His face lit with a Grinch-like grin and Vegeta was suddenly seized by an idea; if he was doomed to wander form dimension to dimension he should at least have a little entertainment along for the ride – and who better then the woman who he was doomed to fall for time and again.

“Hello Bulma.” Vegeta stepped out of the shade of rocks and smirked.

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