Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ No Way Out ( Chapter 22 )
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By: Vegeta-Sugar-Sweet 
Yamcha receives some of what he deserves while Vegeta is presented with a cruel reality of his own.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.08.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 584 | Status: Work In Progress
Yamcha receives some of what he deserves while Vegeta is presented with a cruel reality of his own.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.08.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 584 | Status: Work In Progress
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No Way Out
Yamcha was jerked back into the recesses of the hallway from whence he had come. An unknown person had blindfolded and muffled him to capture his complete attention. He tried to scuffle and pull away but that only resulted in a tighter, more smothering grip so he gave up. After a while he was shoved into what he guessed was a room. The hands preventing him to see and speak disappeared quickly, followed almost simultaneously by a quick slamming of a door. He looked back but could see nothing but darkness.He decided to survey around this enclosed space. It was not well lit and he could almost taste the grime. Yamcha wouldn’t have been surprised if there had been a nest of very large, voracious rats in the corner.
“Ok,” he said shakily, “who are you and why have you brought me here?”
A large and obviously Saiyan figure approached from the darkness to his left, and turned Yamcha’s chair to be face-to-face with the the frail looking human.
“I am Bardock, lead scientist and former advisor to the King of Vegeta-sei.”
“What do mean? Did you lose your place or something?”
Bardock leaned towards Yamcha, invading his personal space, making him sweat. “Our King was murdered, you piece of filth. Murdered by your co-conspirators. I should kill you myself for your actions against the crown, but we have more pressing matters to address.”
Yamcha gulped as though he had swallowed a piece of dry rot. ‘He knows! He knows about our plan...oh Gods...Gods, he’ll kill me for sure if i don’t turn this around’ he thought frantically.
“I didn’t kill him, you know!” Yamcha said throwing up his hands. “I just wanted Bulma. I wanted her away from this place and back with her own kind where she belonged.”
Leaning ever closer to the nearly quaking Yamcha, noses almost touching, Bardock growled “A little short sighted, don’t you think? Did it even make it into your tiny mind that she was already happy with whom she felt she belonged?”
Shamefaced, Yamcha shifted his eyes away. He knew he was wrong. But he swore he’d make it right. He had to come clean, and now was the time.
“You’re right,” he whispered nearly inaudibly, “and because of my ignorance Bulma is now in terrible danger.”
“WHAT!” Bardock exploded. He grabbed Yamcha by the shirt and slammed him, chair and all, against the nearest wall. He shook him until his teeth rattled, shouting and questioning about Bulma’s whereabouts. He sounded like a man who had taken all the pain a body could handle. He had lost so much in such a short period of time, losing her would be enough to drive him insane.
Yamcha was thrown down harshly to the ground coughing and sputtering. He was trying to answer but he could barely get in a lung full of air.
“Please... please.” he begged, “I’m sorry--so very sorry, let me at least explain”
The hulking Saiyan’s chest was still heaving with fury but he pulled himself together and backed up as to give the illusion of safety to the human.
Yamcha then began to relate the entire story of his delusional spiral into madness along with the plans he agreed to with Grace and the man he never really saw. Bardock looked upon the speaker with disgust and anger. How he wished to dismember this absolute waste of skin. Not only did he know of the plan to assassinate the King, he further plotted with Frieza to gain possession of Bulma, and worked to make the Prince vulnerable to attack from within. The fool didn’t even know enough to keep Bulma’s capabilities to himself. Frieza must have been drooling to get his hands on the Master Tech who was working miracles for the King of Vegeta-sei and using the blinded, love sick Yamcha was --let’s face it-- as easy as breathing.
“Enough, do not say any more or I shall kill you where you stand.” declared Bardock. “You have caused more damage than you could ever realize in two lifetimes.” Turning to the table, he placed his hands on it and leaned over, absorbing this latest blow to his fractured spirit. His shoulders were shaking--he could take no more--he was crying.
“Because of your rampant disregard for any other than your sorry self, my son--my son was killed.”
Yamcha looked up quizzically “What? I didn’t even know your son. How can i be responsible for his death?”
Bardock pounded the stone table in front of him, cracking it down the center and shouted “When you, in your infinite wisdom, kidnapped Bulma, Kakkarot was tasked with finding her. He searched night and day, then disappeared. We thought nothing of it, maybe he was following up leads --however we were gifted with a surprise yesterday.”
Bardock turned to the human and knelt so that they were eye to eye. In his most menacing tone he spat “Frieza sent his head to me in a box with a card that said ‘Lost my head, Father. Missing you’.”
“I’m so sorr--”
“I don’t want your fucking sorry, I want my SON!” Bardock shouted as he shoved Yamcha hard into a corner. He slid down into a heap, head aching, blood streaming from his forehead.
“But you will make amends human. It will take time but you WILL make this right. You will do so, or you will die.”
Warm and comfortable, the Prince floated in a sea of calm and sleep. He wished he would never leave this place--here with the woman he loved by his side, nestled safely in his arms. He was the most powerful being his world had ever seen--the future was his to control. A stroke from his beloved on his smooth cheek began to rouse the drowsy prince. It was funny though, he couldn’t move his body.
Figuring he was just fatigued, he moaned and yawned, “Five more minutes, my love then I shall rise to meet with Father.” Pain lanced through his mind as his groggy memory began to surface through the fog of sleep. ‘Father--Father--Father---Father is dead.’ Remembering the King’s cold lifeless body lying haphazardly across the tiled floor was nearly enough to make him regurgitate.
His sense of warmth began to dissipate and was replaced with a feeling of emptiness. He needed comfort--relief--his Woman! But she too was gone. Spirited away to God knows where in the middle of the chaotic nightmare that was his father’s death.
Vegeta’s internal pain bubbled over like hot magma encouraging a mind-bending anger that drove his eyes to snap open. He scowled about the room looking for prey, still unable to move from his prone position. A sterile environment greeted him along with none other than Grace.
“Darling!” she sang to her former suitor. “How i have waited for you to awaken. I hope this morning finds you well. You had me rather worried, you know. Working yourself until you passed out during the evening meal -- shame on you.” She batted her eyelashes and set about tucking and straightening the sheets on his bed.
Confusion appeared upon Vegeta’s visage. Had he passed out? His memory was so jumbled. He could almost remember but not quite. “Whatever, Grace. You may tell the doctors I am ready to leave.” he commanded.
With a simpering smile Grace she turned her eyes upon the Prince. Looking down upon him she said “Oh I think not my dear. We must have a little conversation of our own first.”
“I must do nothing of the sort and if you expect to live beyond this day you will do as i have instructed.” the Prince thundered.
“Empty threats, my love, but do not worry I will take care of you.” Grace stroked his hair and lent down to whisper “Did you enjoy the Xelicide, Vegeta?”
Vegeta blanched and Grace chuckled loud enough for him to hear. “That is right, not only did you ingest but you enjoyed. I bet you experienced incredible happiness along with increased arousal. I know you did because you touched me, kissed me, wanted me...all night long as I recall.
“Lying bitch!” Vegeta snarled.
“Am I? Well we went at it for many hours Vegeta. I am hurt that you do not remember.” she pouted.
Looking into her face, he detected no lie. His tongue was so dry and he began to falter. This had to be a trick--it could never be true. He had Bulma and he knew he would find her. He would never defile himself with used goods.
“No! No--I would never want you under the influence of ANY drug. You disgust me.” Vegeta finished and he spat directly in Grace’s well made up face. Grace retaliated with a stinging slap. Vegeta’s eyes rolled as his head lit up with pain. ‘When did she get so strong?’ he wondered.
“Now Vegeta that is no way to treat your mate and mother of your unborn child.” Grace sighed.
“You were never my mate you slag. Even if you were the last female in the galaxy I would turn to males before i would EVER turn to you. As for a child--HA! There is no way on this planet that you are pregnant with my child. Check with the guard’s barracks, maybe one of them is the father.” Vegeta smirked at that comment. It was pretty witty considering the circumstances.
By now Grace would be crazed with anger, but she surprised her Prince by keeping her poise. Matching his smirk with one of her own she said “Vegeta, you were unconscious for six weeks, leaving the planet without established leadership. Since your Father had arranged our marriage in advance, the council agreed that we could skip the mating ceremony and proclaimed me your mate. It is a rarely used procedure, but it is legal and binding, I assure you. I am, therefore, your Princess.”
“An oversight that will be rectified as soon as I am able to rise from this accursed bed.” Vegeta proclaimed. “I will not live the rest of my life with a woman that has had more men than a public cleansing chamber! The council’s decision will be reversed because there is no way in HELL I would have you anywhere near my throne!” His chest was heaving with frustration, anger, and a bit of fear concerning this situation.
“Oh my dear, I will forever love the color in your cheeks when you are angry. However there is one thing you cannot defeat.” Grace produced a small bottle with a nozzle. “One drop of this and you will forget life before me. Bulma will be erased from your memory. You will be in absolute love with me, wanting only me night and day. I will be crowned as your Queen, Vegeta, and you will adore only me.”
He wanted to shake his head ‘no’ but his body refused to obey. He was way past scared now as hearing this demented plan had placed him smack dab in the middle of a full blown panic. “No! I will not allow..”
“You are not in a position to ‘allow’ a damn thing” Grace snapped. “You will remember only what i want you to and believe me when i say that any mention of Bulma will just be in passing, a minuscule blip in your memory. To you, she may have never existed at all” she said with a smile. Grace’s eyes were over-bright with near mania at the thought of finally obliterating the spector of that off-world slut who had nearly ruined her chances with the Prince.
In the quiet, uncomfortable chasm between the opposing parties, Vegeta frantically stretched for something to help his situation. Vegeta began to conjure up details of his missing mate. He closed his eyes and forced himself focus on Bulma’s voluptuous form. The way she smelled and tasted--so sweet and he could never get enough. How her laugh tinkled like delightful bells that made his heart dance. The way she gasped and moaned when under his talented touch. The way she said his name--well even shouted his name in lovemaking or fighting. Her absolute command of mechanics and all things scientific. The wide-eyed curiosity she displays when she finds something new and interesting.
All this and so much more was to be taken from him but not if he could help it--he was going to fight with all he had left. He only had one card left to play in order to save his precious memories. Reaching into the farthest part of his mind, he worked in silence to place these treasures and attributes in an area only reserved for mates. No drug could ever counteract the bond formed between himself and Bulma. Fate may have dealt him a cruel hand but he had to believe that she would be his again.
“I see you have resigned yourself to your fate. That is a good thing and will make the process easier” said Grace. She slid a syringe into the small bottle and began to pull back the plunger. Vegeta averted his eyes. He did not want to give Grace the satisfaction of seeing she had won this round.
Carefully, Grace slid the needle into the protruding vein in Vegeta’s neck and injected her mind poison. Slowly a blanket began to fall over Vegeta’s mind. He fought to keep everything clear but the medication was far too strong and eventually he began to succumb to its effects.
“There now,” Grace crooned, “let us begin, humm?” She sat beside Vegeta and began her version of their life together. “You will remember everything up to the day our marriage was arranged. Is that understood.”
Vegeta answered in near whisper “Y-y-yes.”
“Wonderful. Now, since then we have been very much in love. A love like you have never even dreamed …”
“No...Bulma--she --Iove her!” Vegeta struggled. It was like a week’s long workout just to think clear enough to fight this nonsense. His breathing was ragged and sweat began to roll down his face.
Frustration edged its way into Grace’s face. She took his chin in her hand and forced his head up so she could see his eyes. “No, Vegeta!” she said sharply. “She does not mean anything to you. In fact she only knows you through her father and has had no experience with you what so ever. There was never anything between you, not now, not ever! She resides on Earth and is engaged to another man.”
“No...” Vegeta gasped. A tear welled up in his eye as he imagined Bulma with another man. It was like driving a knife through his heart. “Please--no....” Vegeta begged brokenly. He was nearly sobbing as his memories of Bulma slipped from his grasp.
“Do not fear, my love. You have loved me since the moment we became betrothed. I am the one who fills your heart with warmth and makes you strong. Do you understand, Vegeta?”
“Yes.”
“And whom do you love.”
“You...love you” he said through gritted teeth.
Grace could have burst from the joy within her heart. She had waited for what seemed like eons to hear those words. All that she had been through was worth it. He was hers now.
She stroked his cheek and said “I love you too and together my darling this is nothing we cannot accomplish.” She laid a kiss upon his tear stained face.
“Now, since we have the time,. let us go through all this again --we have all night. Then you will rise in the morning, refreshed and ready to restore the faith of your people in the monarchy, alright?
Vegeta nodded as much as he could and then fell further into the web of lies Grace had woven passing them off as his memories.
No Way Out
Yamcha was jerked back into the recesses of the hallway from whence he had come. An unknown person had blindfolded and muffled him to capture his complete attention. He tried to scuffle and pull away but that only resulted in a tighter, more smothering grip so he gave up. After a while he was shoved into what he guessed was a room. The hands preventing him to see and speak disappeared quickly, followed almost simultaneously by a quick slamming of a door. He looked back but could see nothing but darkness.He decided to survey around this enclosed space. It was not well lit and he could almost taste the grime. Yamcha wouldn’t have been surprised if there had been a nest of very large, voracious rats in the corner.
“Ok,” he said shakily, “who are you and why have you brought me here?”
A large and obviously Saiyan figure approached from the darkness to his left, and turned Yamcha’s chair to be face-to-face with the the frail looking human.
“I am Bardock, lead scientist and former advisor to the King of Vegeta-sei.”
“What do mean? Did you lose your place or something?”
Bardock leaned towards Yamcha, invading his personal space, making him sweat. “Our King was murdered, you piece of filth. Murdered by your co-conspirators. I should kill you myself for your actions against the crown, but we have more pressing matters to address.”
Yamcha gulped as though he had swallowed a piece of dry rot. ‘He knows! He knows about our plan...oh Gods...Gods, he’ll kill me for sure if i don’t turn this around’ he thought frantically.
“I didn’t kill him, you know!” Yamcha said throwing up his hands. “I just wanted Bulma. I wanted her away from this place and back with her own kind where she belonged.”
Leaning ever closer to the nearly quaking Yamcha, noses almost touching, Bardock growled “A little short sighted, don’t you think? Did it even make it into your tiny mind that she was already happy with whom she felt she belonged?”
Shamefaced, Yamcha shifted his eyes away. He knew he was wrong. But he swore he’d make it right. He had to come clean, and now was the time.
“You’re right,” he whispered nearly inaudibly, “and because of my ignorance Bulma is now in terrible danger.”
“WHAT!” Bardock exploded. He grabbed Yamcha by the shirt and slammed him, chair and all, against the nearest wall. He shook him until his teeth rattled, shouting and questioning about Bulma’s whereabouts. He sounded like a man who had taken all the pain a body could handle. He had lost so much in such a short period of time, losing her would be enough to drive him insane.
Yamcha was thrown down harshly to the ground coughing and sputtering. He was trying to answer but he could barely get in a lung full of air.
“Please... please.” he begged, “I’m sorry--so very sorry, let me at least explain”
The hulking Saiyan’s chest was still heaving with fury but he pulled himself together and backed up as to give the illusion of safety to the human.
Yamcha then began to relate the entire story of his delusional spiral into madness along with the plans he agreed to with Grace and the man he never really saw. Bardock looked upon the speaker with disgust and anger. How he wished to dismember this absolute waste of skin. Not only did he know of the plan to assassinate the King, he further plotted with Frieza to gain possession of Bulma, and worked to make the Prince vulnerable to attack from within. The fool didn’t even know enough to keep Bulma’s capabilities to himself. Frieza must have been drooling to get his hands on the Master Tech who was working miracles for the King of Vegeta-sei and using the blinded, love sick Yamcha was --let’s face it-- as easy as breathing.
“Enough, do not say any more or I shall kill you where you stand.” declared Bardock. “You have caused more damage than you could ever realize in two lifetimes.” Turning to the table, he placed his hands on it and leaned over, absorbing this latest blow to his fractured spirit. His shoulders were shaking--he could take no more--he was crying.
“Because of your rampant disregard for any other than your sorry self, my son--my son was killed.”
Yamcha looked up quizzically “What? I didn’t even know your son. How can i be responsible for his death?”
Bardock pounded the stone table in front of him, cracking it down the center and shouted “When you, in your infinite wisdom, kidnapped Bulma, Kakkarot was tasked with finding her. He searched night and day, then disappeared. We thought nothing of it, maybe he was following up leads --however we were gifted with a surprise yesterday.”
Bardock turned to the human and knelt so that they were eye to eye. In his most menacing tone he spat “Frieza sent his head to me in a box with a card that said ‘Lost my head, Father. Missing you’.”
“I’m so sorr--”
“I don’t want your fucking sorry, I want my SON!” Bardock shouted as he shoved Yamcha hard into a corner. He slid down into a heap, head aching, blood streaming from his forehead.
“But you will make amends human. It will take time but you WILL make this right. You will do so, or you will die.”
Warm and comfortable, the Prince floated in a sea of calm and sleep. He wished he would never leave this place--here with the woman he loved by his side, nestled safely in his arms. He was the most powerful being his world had ever seen--the future was his to control. A stroke from his beloved on his smooth cheek began to rouse the drowsy prince. It was funny though, he couldn’t move his body.
Figuring he was just fatigued, he moaned and yawned, “Five more minutes, my love then I shall rise to meet with Father.” Pain lanced through his mind as his groggy memory began to surface through the fog of sleep. ‘Father--Father--Father---Father is dead.’ Remembering the King’s cold lifeless body lying haphazardly across the tiled floor was nearly enough to make him regurgitate.
His sense of warmth began to dissipate and was replaced with a feeling of emptiness. He needed comfort--relief--his Woman! But she too was gone. Spirited away to God knows where in the middle of the chaotic nightmare that was his father’s death.
Vegeta’s internal pain bubbled over like hot magma encouraging a mind-bending anger that drove his eyes to snap open. He scowled about the room looking for prey, still unable to move from his prone position. A sterile environment greeted him along with none other than Grace.
“Darling!” she sang to her former suitor. “How i have waited for you to awaken. I hope this morning finds you well. You had me rather worried, you know. Working yourself until you passed out during the evening meal -- shame on you.” She batted her eyelashes and set about tucking and straightening the sheets on his bed.
Confusion appeared upon Vegeta’s visage. Had he passed out? His memory was so jumbled. He could almost remember but not quite. “Whatever, Grace. You may tell the doctors I am ready to leave.” he commanded.
With a simpering smile Grace she turned her eyes upon the Prince. Looking down upon him she said “Oh I think not my dear. We must have a little conversation of our own first.”
“I must do nothing of the sort and if you expect to live beyond this day you will do as i have instructed.” the Prince thundered.
“Empty threats, my love, but do not worry I will take care of you.” Grace stroked his hair and lent down to whisper “Did you enjoy the Xelicide, Vegeta?”
Vegeta blanched and Grace chuckled loud enough for him to hear. “That is right, not only did you ingest but you enjoyed. I bet you experienced incredible happiness along with increased arousal. I know you did because you touched me, kissed me, wanted me...all night long as I recall.
“Lying bitch!” Vegeta snarled.
“Am I? Well we went at it for many hours Vegeta. I am hurt that you do not remember.” she pouted.
Looking into her face, he detected no lie. His tongue was so dry and he began to falter. This had to be a trick--it could never be true. He had Bulma and he knew he would find her. He would never defile himself with used goods.
“No! No--I would never want you under the influence of ANY drug. You disgust me.” Vegeta finished and he spat directly in Grace’s well made up face. Grace retaliated with a stinging slap. Vegeta’s eyes rolled as his head lit up with pain. ‘When did she get so strong?’ he wondered.
“Now Vegeta that is no way to treat your mate and mother of your unborn child.” Grace sighed.
“You were never my mate you slag. Even if you were the last female in the galaxy I would turn to males before i would EVER turn to you. As for a child--HA! There is no way on this planet that you are pregnant with my child. Check with the guard’s barracks, maybe one of them is the father.” Vegeta smirked at that comment. It was pretty witty considering the circumstances.
By now Grace would be crazed with anger, but she surprised her Prince by keeping her poise. Matching his smirk with one of her own she said “Vegeta, you were unconscious for six weeks, leaving the planet without established leadership. Since your Father had arranged our marriage in advance, the council agreed that we could skip the mating ceremony and proclaimed me your mate. It is a rarely used procedure, but it is legal and binding, I assure you. I am, therefore, your Princess.”
“An oversight that will be rectified as soon as I am able to rise from this accursed bed.” Vegeta proclaimed. “I will not live the rest of my life with a woman that has had more men than a public cleansing chamber! The council’s decision will be reversed because there is no way in HELL I would have you anywhere near my throne!” His chest was heaving with frustration, anger, and a bit of fear concerning this situation.
“Oh my dear, I will forever love the color in your cheeks when you are angry. However there is one thing you cannot defeat.” Grace produced a small bottle with a nozzle. “One drop of this and you will forget life before me. Bulma will be erased from your memory. You will be in absolute love with me, wanting only me night and day. I will be crowned as your Queen, Vegeta, and you will adore only me.”
He wanted to shake his head ‘no’ but his body refused to obey. He was way past scared now as hearing this demented plan had placed him smack dab in the middle of a full blown panic. “No! I will not allow..”
“You are not in a position to ‘allow’ a damn thing” Grace snapped. “You will remember only what i want you to and believe me when i say that any mention of Bulma will just be in passing, a minuscule blip in your memory. To you, she may have never existed at all” she said with a smile. Grace’s eyes were over-bright with near mania at the thought of finally obliterating the spector of that off-world slut who had nearly ruined her chances with the Prince.
In the quiet, uncomfortable chasm between the opposing parties, Vegeta frantically stretched for something to help his situation. Vegeta began to conjure up details of his missing mate. He closed his eyes and forced himself focus on Bulma’s voluptuous form. The way she smelled and tasted--so sweet and he could never get enough. How her laugh tinkled like delightful bells that made his heart dance. The way she gasped and moaned when under his talented touch. The way she said his name--well even shouted his name in lovemaking or fighting. Her absolute command of mechanics and all things scientific. The wide-eyed curiosity she displays when she finds something new and interesting.
All this and so much more was to be taken from him but not if he could help it--he was going to fight with all he had left. He only had one card left to play in order to save his precious memories. Reaching into the farthest part of his mind, he worked in silence to place these treasures and attributes in an area only reserved for mates. No drug could ever counteract the bond formed between himself and Bulma. Fate may have dealt him a cruel hand but he had to believe that she would be his again.
“I see you have resigned yourself to your fate. That is a good thing and will make the process easier” said Grace. She slid a syringe into the small bottle and began to pull back the plunger. Vegeta averted his eyes. He did not want to give Grace the satisfaction of seeing she had won this round.
Carefully, Grace slid the needle into the protruding vein in Vegeta’s neck and injected her mind poison. Slowly a blanket began to fall over Vegeta’s mind. He fought to keep everything clear but the medication was far too strong and eventually he began to succumb to its effects.
“There now,” Grace crooned, “let us begin, humm?” She sat beside Vegeta and began her version of their life together. “You will remember everything up to the day our marriage was arranged. Is that understood.”
Vegeta answered in near whisper “Y-y-yes.”
“Wonderful. Now, since then we have been very much in love. A love like you have never even dreamed …”
“No...Bulma--she --Iove her!” Vegeta struggled. It was like a week’s long workout just to think clear enough to fight this nonsense. His breathing was ragged and sweat began to roll down his face.
Frustration edged its way into Grace’s face. She took his chin in her hand and forced his head up so she could see his eyes. “No, Vegeta!” she said sharply. “She does not mean anything to you. In fact she only knows you through her father and has had no experience with you what so ever. There was never anything between you, not now, not ever! She resides on Earth and is engaged to another man.”
“No...” Vegeta gasped. A tear welled up in his eye as he imagined Bulma with another man. It was like driving a knife through his heart. “Please--no....” Vegeta begged brokenly. He was nearly sobbing as his memories of Bulma slipped from his grasp.
“Do not fear, my love. You have loved me since the moment we became betrothed. I am the one who fills your heart with warmth and makes you strong. Do you understand, Vegeta?”
“Yes.”
“And whom do you love.”
“You...love you” he said through gritted teeth.
Grace could have burst from the joy within her heart. She had waited for what seemed like eons to hear those words. All that she had been through was worth it. He was hers now.
She stroked his cheek and said “I love you too and together my darling this is nothing we cannot accomplish.” She laid a kiss upon his tear stained face.
“Now, since we have the time,. let us go through all this again --we have all night. Then you will rise in the morning, refreshed and ready to restore the faith of your people in the monarchy, alright?
Vegeta nodded as much as he could and then fell further into the web of lies Grace had woven passing them off as his memories.