Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. Part II ❯ All hail the Queen. ( Chapter 5 )
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By: lexylou 
Bulma's a Queen and Vegeta gets pissed, but not for the reason you think!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.24.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 186 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma's a Queen and Vegeta gets pissed, but not for the reason you think!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.24.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 186 | Status: Work In Progress
BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. PART II, CHAPTER 5 – ALL HAIL THE QUEEN.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, and Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought-"speech"(mental speech)
-The Royal Saiyan Flagship-
“Your majesty, what are your orders?” One of the saiyan guards before her asked as he remained bowed before her.
Bulma’s mouth still hung agape as the news was fresh in her mind. “I-I’m the… the…” She cleared her throat and steeled her resolve. “Get this filth out of my sight and get these bracelets off.” She ordered as she sneered at the former saiyan king’s blood soaked corpse.
“As you wish, my queen.” The men stood together and one moved forward to take the body away. The other stood at her side and unfastened the ki bracelets. He then followed her out of the royal chambers after she took off down the halls once freed. “Is there any way that I might assist you, my Queen?” The trailing man asked.
She stopped abruptly and faced the curious guard. She looked at him sternly before she decided to ask her question. “Why do you insist on calling me your Queen. I AM NOT THE KING’S MATE!!” She ranted.
“But, my lady, you are the queen since you have killed the king. You are the prince’s mate. Are you not? Since you have bonded with him that makes you a princess of Vegetasei. Saiyan law dictates that a prince or princess assumes the throne once the former monarch is slain by their hand.” The guard’s explanation was more than helpful for Bulma to understand.
“Won’t Vegeta be thrilled to know he is king?” Bulma mused as she thought how her mate’s already ego swollen head.
“But, your highness, he is not the king. You have not presented him before the saiyan people as you mate.” The guard acknowledged timidly.
“What? Vegeta’s still just a prince? Well I’ll be a monkey’s-“ Bulma began, but halted her words as she looked at the young guards questioning face.”-never mind.” She shook her head at her abandoned statement and pressed onward to the control room to access the comm.’s system.
Bulma entered the control room and all bowed and saluted. -Apparently word spreads fast around here.- She thought. “Contact the prince at this frequency.”
“Yes, milady.” The comm.’s sergeant acknowledged as he went to work. “There’s no answer only static.”
“Try tracing the Kuroi Naiya’s whereabouts.” Bulma ordered. Her words hinted minutely at her concern.
“Again, nothing, highness.” The sergeant’s face took on a fearfully pale shade and a light sweat beaded over his brow.
“Move!” She growled in frustration. She took the sergeant’s seat once he scurried out of the way. “Watch this.” She typed briskly across the keys. Ah-hah! There it is! What is that vessel that it I docked with?”
“I-I It’s the ‘Oni Yûrei’. It’s an Icejin ship!” The young sergeant stuttered with fear.
Bulma grit her teeth and her ki sparked around her as her anger intensified. “Set a course for the ‘Oni Yûrei’ now. Alert me when we are within hailing range.” Bulma’s jaw began to ache which the force she enacted upon it. “Send word to the armada. We are in for a battle gentleman and we move to end this war!”
-The Oni Yûrei-
Vegeta was on his one thousand seven hundred and forty third way in which he imagined her would kill his father. In between each handstand pushup he would come up with another brutally horrendous way for the bastard to die. Not one of them was a quick and painless death.
Dark ebony eyes watched as two soldiers approached his holding cell with a limp package in arms. –Kakarott!- They dumped the semiconscious man into the cell next to the prince’s.
Goku lay on the cold metallic floor with his back to Vegeta. The soldiers looked smug as they glanced over to the prince. “The King and Lord thought you could use some company while you await your end.” They laughed as if hearing a humorous antic dote. “Oh, I almost forgot. It seems you daddy is coming to pay you a visit as well. I wonder if he has fucked and killed your woman, yet. Maybe he killed her first and then-“
It was an eerie sight to behold as a broad toothy smile spread across the prince’s face rather than the rant of obscenities. “I’m going to enjoy pulling your entrails out through your mouth. Hell, while you’re still alive I might as well strangle you with them. Make sure not eat anything the night before, because I don’t want your shit on my gloves.” He spoke calmly as he was speaking to a dear friend.
The once mouthy soldier made a strangled noise in his throat and lost the ability to speak. His eyes had quadrupled in size due to his fear. A fear that was so pungent it was palpable from the air. The color left the man’s face and transformed into a thick sweat that poured through his skin.
Vegeta licked his canines and smacked his lips as he tasted the air. His grim smile returned and he winked one eye at the ghost of a soldier. “It’s a date then.” It came out as a near whisper that was soon drowned with maniacal laughter.
The soldier and his accomplice bolted from his sight in a mad rush.
“Prince Vegeta, you really shouldn’t scare them like that. Working for the Icejin’s has to put enough strain on them as it is.” Goku began weakly after he had rolled over to face the saiyan prince.
“So you’re not dead after all, Kakarott.” Vegeta allowed his grin to fade into a small arrogant smirk. "They've probably just gone to tattle on me to heir masters. They will tell them what a poor guest I'm being."
“They’ll probably kill themselves tonight rather than face the nightmares that you’ve just brought upon them.” Goku continued in his lighthearted way. “Don’t worry, Vegeta. Bulma’s a strong woman.”
“I’M NOT WORRIED!” The prince growled in anger. Then his tone softened as the thought of Bulma. “I hope you’re right.”
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, and Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought-"speech"(mental speech)
-The Royal Saiyan Flagship-
“Your majesty, what are your orders?” One of the saiyan guards before her asked as he remained bowed before her.
Bulma’s mouth still hung agape as the news was fresh in her mind. “I-I’m the… the…” She cleared her throat and steeled her resolve. “Get this filth out of my sight and get these bracelets off.” She ordered as she sneered at the former saiyan king’s blood soaked corpse.
“As you wish, my queen.” The men stood together and one moved forward to take the body away. The other stood at her side and unfastened the ki bracelets. He then followed her out of the royal chambers after she took off down the halls once freed. “Is there any way that I might assist you, my Queen?” The trailing man asked.
She stopped abruptly and faced the curious guard. She looked at him sternly before she decided to ask her question. “Why do you insist on calling me your Queen. I AM NOT THE KING’S MATE!!” She ranted.
“But, my lady, you are the queen since you have killed the king. You are the prince’s mate. Are you not? Since you have bonded with him that makes you a princess of Vegetasei. Saiyan law dictates that a prince or princess assumes the throne once the former monarch is slain by their hand.” The guard’s explanation was more than helpful for Bulma to understand.
“Won’t Vegeta be thrilled to know he is king?” Bulma mused as she thought how her mate’s already ego swollen head.
“But, your highness, he is not the king. You have not presented him before the saiyan people as you mate.” The guard acknowledged timidly.
“What? Vegeta’s still just a prince? Well I’ll be a monkey’s-“ Bulma began, but halted her words as she looked at the young guards questioning face.”-never mind.” She shook her head at her abandoned statement and pressed onward to the control room to access the comm.’s system.
Bulma entered the control room and all bowed and saluted. -Apparently word spreads fast around here.- She thought. “Contact the prince at this frequency.”
“Yes, milady.” The comm.’s sergeant acknowledged as he went to work. “There’s no answer only static.”
“Try tracing the Kuroi Naiya’s whereabouts.” Bulma ordered. Her words hinted minutely at her concern.
“Again, nothing, highness.” The sergeant’s face took on a fearfully pale shade and a light sweat beaded over his brow.
“Move!” She growled in frustration. She took the sergeant’s seat once he scurried out of the way. “Watch this.” She typed briskly across the keys. Ah-hah! There it is! What is that vessel that it I docked with?”
“I-I It’s the ‘Oni Yûrei’. It’s an Icejin ship!” The young sergeant stuttered with fear.
Bulma grit her teeth and her ki sparked around her as her anger intensified. “Set a course for the ‘Oni Yûrei’ now. Alert me when we are within hailing range.” Bulma’s jaw began to ache which the force she enacted upon it. “Send word to the armada. We are in for a battle gentleman and we move to end this war!”
-The Oni Yûrei-
Vegeta was on his one thousand seven hundred and forty third way in which he imagined her would kill his father. In between each handstand pushup he would come up with another brutally horrendous way for the bastard to die. Not one of them was a quick and painless death.
Dark ebony eyes watched as two soldiers approached his holding cell with a limp package in arms. –Kakarott!- They dumped the semiconscious man into the cell next to the prince’s.
Goku lay on the cold metallic floor with his back to Vegeta. The soldiers looked smug as they glanced over to the prince. “The King and Lord thought you could use some company while you await your end.” They laughed as if hearing a humorous antic dote. “Oh, I almost forgot. It seems you daddy is coming to pay you a visit as well. I wonder if he has fucked and killed your woman, yet. Maybe he killed her first and then-“
It was an eerie sight to behold as a broad toothy smile spread across the prince’s face rather than the rant of obscenities. “I’m going to enjoy pulling your entrails out through your mouth. Hell, while you’re still alive I might as well strangle you with them. Make sure not eat anything the night before, because I don’t want your shit on my gloves.” He spoke calmly as he was speaking to a dear friend.
The once mouthy soldier made a strangled noise in his throat and lost the ability to speak. His eyes had quadrupled in size due to his fear. A fear that was so pungent it was palpable from the air. The color left the man’s face and transformed into a thick sweat that poured through his skin.
Vegeta licked his canines and smacked his lips as he tasted the air. His grim smile returned and he winked one eye at the ghost of a soldier. “It’s a date then.” It came out as a near whisper that was soon drowned with maniacal laughter.
The soldier and his accomplice bolted from his sight in a mad rush.
“Prince Vegeta, you really shouldn’t scare them like that. Working for the Icejin’s has to put enough strain on them as it is.” Goku began weakly after he had rolled over to face the saiyan prince.
“So you’re not dead after all, Kakarott.” Vegeta allowed his grin to fade into a small arrogant smirk. "They've probably just gone to tattle on me to heir masters. They will tell them what a poor guest I'm being."
“They’ll probably kill themselves tonight rather than face the nightmares that you’ve just brought upon them.” Goku continued in his lighthearted way. “Don’t worry, Vegeta. Bulma’s a strong woman.”
“I’M NOT WORRIED!” The prince growled in anger. Then his tone softened as the thought of Bulma. “I hope you’re right.”
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