Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Bulma's Misery ( Chapter 11 )

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`He is mine damnit!!!! How could that filthy disgusting human have taken his attention from me?' Grace fumed. Before two weeks ago, the throne was in her grasp and now the Prince no longer was hers. “I will not be upstaged by some putrid off-world whore. She will be sorry she ever thought of crossing me,” Grace vowed. She knew that bitch would be reporting to the Prince today, and Grace was determined to keep an eye out in case things got a bit too close for her liking.

 

Bulma stalked down the halls of the palace in a full on huff. She was hell-bent on defying the Prince to join her team in the lab. Unfortunately, two Elite guards stood in her way. They were told in no uncertain terms she was not allowed in until the Prince or King gave them a direct order to move. Bulma tried to find the King but he was in country attending to social gatherings and could not be reached. `It was a damned conspiracy' she railed.

Finally, the sulky scientist showed up at the Gravity Unit she had demonstrated the week prior.

Depressing the comm-link, she alerted the Prince of her presence.

“Enter,” he replied. Vegeta was wearing the smirk of a Cheshire cat. He knew that she was going to defy him and took great joy in proceeding with his precautions against the blue beauty.

“I am reporting as instructed, Prince Vegeta” she near whispered. Bulma fidgeted with her hands and looked everywhere but at the Prince. The longer they were alone, the more nervous she became.

“Easy, Onna,” said the Prince in a calm way that was meant to soothe her. She stopped and slowly looked into his direction. `Dear Kami, his body must have been chiseled by the gods themselves' Bulma thought. Wearing just a pair of black training shorts, he left very little to the imagination. Every muscle group was well defined and anointed with a thin sheen of sweat just for effect. She rolled her eyes over every inch of him as if in a trance. She even allowed herself to think of the Prince without the shorts, wondering if ALL his muscles were just as perfect. A blush crept across her face as she imagined his straining member. Bulma thought she was going to fall over from seeing such a perfect specimen of man.

Vegeta came closer until he was just at her ear and whispered, “See something you like, Woman?”

His voice was as smooth as velvet and drew her further into his web. Her breath began to come in just a bit faster. Vegeta could smell her arousal and was pleased that the ice princess finally began to show some interest. A bit of sweat broke over her brow due to the Prince being so close. Noticing this, he backed up a step. He did not want to scare her off or send her into hysterics.

Gathering herself, she was finally able to ask, “What do you wish of me, Prince?”

Vegeta chuckled his reply “Your mind.”

“I'm sorry my what?”

“Your mind, Onna. You cannot keep up this ridiculous schedule. If you do, you will die and that cannot happen until we no longer need your help with our planet. After that, you may run away from your thoughts as you please.”

Bulma gritted her teeth. “I'm not running!”

“Oh, no?” Vegeta said, as he began to circle around the heiress. “Was that not you that spent four days in our medical unit being treated for malnourishment and fatigue?”

Bulma swallowed. “I was just excited over the project. I won't let it happen again,” she promised.

Vegeta stopped in front of Bulma and looked her right into her eyes, knitting his brow “What about the incidents in your cleansing chamber and in the music room?” he pressed.

She was caught and she knew it. She began to look around and fidget but the Prince would have none of it. “Well!?!” he shouted.

Head down, eyes averted, she was beaten. She nodded, not admitting defeat but giving the Prince some signal that he could go forward.

“You have begun to train and even though your power level is still puny, it is good practice. However, you will not get far in training, inventing, or whatever else until your mind is under control.”

Vegeta gently guided Bulma to the training mats in the center of the room. He sat in the lotus position and motioned for her to do the same.

“You will join me in meditation daily until you are no longer a slave to this affliction,” the Prince commanded. “Now close your eyes, Woman, and take deep, cleansing breaths.

Bulma did as instructed and was all right for a few minutes. Then that terrible night began to come back full force. Tears began streaming down her face and she winced as she heard Yamcha's words over and over again.

Vegeta witnessed her appearance. It was tugging on his heart to view the Onna having such a reaction. He could not stop himself. He knelt before her and placed his hand on her cheek. Vegeta closed his eyes and began to view Bulma's thoughts.

He felt her willingness to compromise just to be with this weakling. He experienced her elation at being asked for an engagement and the absolute devastation the faux trinket had wrought upon her heart. He watched as her intended berated her and tried to fuck her in nearly the same breath. He heard the one called Yamcha's ridiculous ravings, trying to get the Onna to believe no one would want her. The weakling had smashed her self-esteem to pieces and in her mind; there was no way to put it back together.

Vegeta opened his eyes and lowered his hand. Anger like he had never felt before manifested itself within his soul. He could barely contain the power surging within while his onyx orbs flickered from deepest black to teal blue. `He broke her!! That mother fucking weakling broke her!!' Vegeta screamed through his mind.

Relying on his legendary control, Vegeta slowly reigned in his anger coupled with Bulma's hurt. He breathed and turned his attention to Bulma. She was still shivering and sobbing. Vegeta felt sympathy for the first time in his life. He took the lovely into his powerful arms and held her. “Enough for today, Onna,” he said as he placed a kiss atop her head. He rocked her until her breathing slowed and she fell asleep. He then rose and carried her to her rooms for rest.

 

Grace stayed out of sight as she viewed the disgusting performance. Obviously, the bitch was broken and needed to be put out of her misery. She was weak and an emotional wreck, absolutely no competition for a Saiyan like herself.

`Why is the Prince wasting his time with that emaciated woman when I am right here?' thought Grace. Determined, Grace let herself into the communications room.

“Get me Dr. Briefs from Earth NOW!” she ordered the second class soldier attending the command center.

“Lady Grace, I cannot…,” he sputtered. Grace grabbed him by the collar and shook him until his teeth rattled.

“You will if you want to live, am I making myself plain soldier?” He nodded as best he could.

Within a few minutes, Dr. Briefs was on the video comm.

“Hello there, young lady. I was not expecting such a pleasant surprise” smiled the doctor.

“I am Lady Grace, the betrothed of Prince Vegeta, and future Queen of Vegeta-sei, Dr. Briefs”

“Forgive me, my Lady. How can I help you?”

“I call on behalf of your daughter. Apparently she suffered some emotional upheaval before she came to us.”

“Yes, yes it's true,” the scientist said as he stroked his chin. “Her boyfriend proposed to her and suddenly she took this job and ran.”

“Proposed? What is `proposed'?” Grace questioned.

“It is quite close to your situation with Prince Vegeta, my Lady. On our planet, it is called a proposal of marriage. It is a life partnership between two people who love, respect, and are committed to each other.”

Grace had to stifle the bile that was trying to escape her throat. `Such emotional nonsense.'

“Doctor, do you think you could send this `boyfriend' here to comfort your daughter. Possibly to try to set things right? I for one know she is lonely for her old life and this could help her a great deal” she lied through her perfect teeth.

“That just may do the trick. I know Yamcha has been coming by or calling frequently wondering about Bulma. I believe this visit would be just what the doctor ordered. I will have him on the next ship out tomorrow.” Dr. Briefs was excited. If anything could cure his baby of her depression, it was a visit from the man she loved.

“Excellent, Dr. Briefs. Let us make this a surprise for your daughter. I am sure she would enjoy it so much more if she had no knowledge of this visit”

The scientist thought for a moment. Surely, there would be no harm in Yamcha popping in unannounced. He nodded and signed off.

Graced grinned. `Good, maybe this could keep her mind and her filthy hands off of my Prince' she thought. She then turned and almost skipped to her rooms to freshen up for her next engagement.

 

Vegeta nestled Bulma into her bed and pulled the comforter up over her body. `Such pain, how does she deal with it?' he marveled.

Bulma began to move and mumble. At first it was soft infrequent but from minute to minute she began to moan and thrash in her bed. “No, Yamcha! Please, love me! Love me! Don't leave me!” she cried. Broken sobs poured from the depths of her aching soul, shattering the resolve of the dark warrior who watched the display.

Vegeta crawled into bed with the vexed woman. He took her into his arms. “Hush, Woman. You are letting him win. You are strong,” he whispered. He pulled her close to his form and rubbed her back. Bulma let out a small moan but moved her body closer, draping an arm across his torso. Without knowing, she began to arouse the Prince with her small, innocuous movements. Vegeta prayed to the gods above that she would still so his cock would stop twitching.

Bulma inhaled a masculine scent but she was not scared, just surprised. She looked up, right into the piercing eyes of Prince Vegeta. Her eyes were still wet with tears but before she could wipe them, Vegeta brushed them away. Leaning into his hand, she continued to rub her cheek against his palm. Neither one cared about the world outside this room. Bulma just wanted to be whole and Vegeta just wanted to heal her.

Vegeta tipped Bulma's chin up and lowered his lips to hers. It was a soft and gentle kiss, merciful and sweet. Both unsure of why they were engaging in the activity but fine with continuing with the kiss. Bulma felt warmth spread through her body, awakening the woman in her for the first time. She ran her hand up to Vegeta's hair, gaining a moan from the Prince as she massaged his scalp. Emboldened, the Prince placed his hand upon her waist and introduced her groin to his growing arousal. At the same time, he deepened the kiss, swallowing Bulma's sighs into his throat.

Vegeta began grinding his pelvis into his partner. Bulma's eyes rolled as the powerful Prince pulled her beneath him and began attacking her neck. He left hot, wet kisses up and down her neck stoking her fire. “Oh yes…Oh, Vegeta, yes,” she panted.

And that's when her brain kicked in. She couldn't do this. This guy was promised to someone and she was no home wrecker. Did he just want to sleep with her and never talk to her again? What was she to him when he had a beautiful future queen as a bed warmer? Would he want her if he knew what she was truly like?

On and on her mind went, interrupting her ability to enjoy this handsome man.

The difference in her body was immediate. Vegeta looked at Bulma and wondered what could be the matter. She began disengaging and apologizing all over the place.

“I am so sorry, Prince Vegeta if I said anything or did anything to put you in this position.”

Vegeta wouldn't let go of her “Onna, stop. You could make me do nothing. I am here of my own free will.”

“Please Prince Vegeta, please let me up. Please I can't do this,” she begged.

Sighing, Vegeta let her go and she wasted no time scrambling out of the warm inviting bed. Vegeta knew he had pushed his luck. She was damaged and needed to heal. Nevertheless, he was patient, and he would have her.

“Onna, I expect you to meditate with me again tomorrow—no excuses. I will give the order for you to return to the lab until then.” Vegeta then rose from the bed and strode to the door. He gave Bulma one more longing, smoldering glance before leaving the room.