Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Eternal Triangle ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: don't own anything just having fun!

 

Chapter Five

 

The rest of the evening remained uneventful for me, I remained in my corner, until I found that I could no longer take in the scene of Iona attempting to drape herself over Vegeta in a most unladylike manner.

 

I rose from my seat and made my way out of the room and slowly towards my chambers where I could wallow in my own self pity.

 

Upon reaching the corridor to the royal wings I heard the distinct padding of light feet upon the floor behind me, turning around I came face to face with Vegeta, his face was one of annoyance; I jumped as his hand grasped at my arm in a painful grip, causing me to wince.

 

“Woman, why did you leave, I did not give you permission” he growled, making me wince even more as his grip tightened with his words.

 

“I…I… was not feeling well sire” I breathed, trying to hold back the tears which were beginning to brim my eyes.

 

“Hummnn… you do look a little paler than usual, and you look like at any moment the tears you are trying to hold back are about to fall… look one has already escaped their confines” he whispered to me, releasing my arm and wiping away the tear that had betrayed me, his annoyance seeming to be momentarily appeased.

 

I looked at him willing no more tears to fall from my eyes, watching as he seemed to fight with his own warring emotions confusing me as to why.

 

“Tomorrow you will attend and the night after… no exceptions is that understood woman, now go be gone from my sight” Vegeta growled at me.

 

Nodding I turned and ran the rest of the way to my chambers confused over the hot and cold kings attitude towards me, did he get some kind of kick from playing with my emotions? Did it amuse him? Did it make him feel like a man belittling me the way he did? So many unanswered questions swam through my mind as I raced to the sanctuary of my room where I could hide.

 

Vegeta's Thoughts

 

`What the fuck is wrong with me; I have never wanted a woman more in my whole life, it's driving me mad. She enters my thoughts every waking hour; how can this be? She is nothing but a servant and a weak human at that, yet I yearn for her, long to take her, make her mine… why? I cannot let her know what she does to me, I need to show her my contempt, my distain, my anger, yet when I do I can see the hurt in her eyes yet it is something that I must do, I cannot allow her to see my weakness… fuck I am to be mated to that… that genetic ice maiden… I must overcome this no matter what'.

 

End Vegeta's thoughts

 

The next evening I attended the small gathering as per the request… no the demand of the king; as usual I took my seat in the corner and watched the people interact with each other as if watching a spectator sport.

 

Cyan as usual was talking with Bardock, Iona was draped across Vegeta hanging on his every word, Yamcha and my father were sneering at everyone else in the room I had been thankful to Kami that our interactions had been brief today; and then there was Kakkarot who was devouring every piece of food in the vicinity, with a scowling Chi Chi standing behind him with arms crossed.

 

Discretely I waved Chi Chi over in my direction hoping to pass some of the time by talking with one of my only friends.

 

Chi Chi made her way through the small crowd of people and took a seat next to me, her seemingly foul mood instantly diminishing.

 

“So how is life with Kakkarot going” I began, watching a large grin begin to grace her lovely features.

 

“The best, he is so gentle and loving, it's hard sometimes to believe he is a hardened warrior, the strongest next to Vegeta himself” she declared with great enthusiasm.

 

“Although I have only met him a few time I can see how kind natured he truly is, you are very lucky to have that kind of mate, he shall never disappoint or hurt you” I stated, watching Chi Chi dreamily look at her mate who was still inhaling large quantities of food.

 

“So Bulma how are you… you seem a little out of salts” Chi Chi enquired after me, her face suddenly becoming one of slight concern.

 

“Oh… I am well, I suppose its just that I am a little off with my father here” I replied, Chi Chi had no doubt heard that Professor Briefs was my father probably from Cyan or even Bardock.

 

“Yes, Cyan informed me several days ago, how are you coping with having to be his liaison, it must be trying for you, you know I am here for you right” Chi Chi spoke to me taking my hand in hers as if to comfort me.

 

“Thank you Chi Chi, but I am coping, he will be gone within a few days and I shall once again be able to forget that he even exists” I stated almost whispering the last part.

 

Chi Chi and I sat talking for the next hour; she even managed to get me to the banquet table for some food before her mate cleared the lot. Once leaving Chi Chi's company I spoke briefly to Bardock about my father and Yamcha, it appeared that I would be accompanying them to their ship in the morning to oversee the exchange of several pieces of technology; which I was not happy about but had no choice in.

 

Following my conversation with Bardock, I went back to my corner to resume my hiding where I could mull over having to be alone with my father outside the safety of the palace, and although Bardock had said there would be guards with me, I still felt vulnerable for I know what my father is like yet I had no choice; I had to attend after all it was what Vegeta wanted and I found in my heart that I would do anything for him, oh how I was falling into a pit of woe and despair.

 

I thanked Kami that the rest of the evening passed by relatively quickly the only highlight being when Chi Chi cuffed Kakkarot round the head when they were dancing and he dipped her whilst at the same time reaching for a piece of meat, and dropping both simultaneously; it was only once Vegeta left with Cyan that I was able to take comfort in being able to take my leave.

 

I entered my room and quickly changed out of my evening attire and into my night robes; as the evening was quite warm I decided to go out onto the balcony which connected to all of the chambers in the royal wing.

 

I began to walk along enjoying the night air not really paying attention to what direction I was heading; suddenly I came across a slightly open pair of doors; coming closer still I could hear the distinct noises of a couple from within.

 

Although I am no peeping tom, I found myself edging closer towards the echoing sounds of the rooms occupants. Peering through the slight gap in the large drapes my heart caught in my throat and then seemed to rip from my person as I gazed upon the cause.

 

Vegeta was completely naked upon his bed and Iona was beneath him on all fours; although at first glance it appeared that they were making love, as I watched it soon became obvious that it was just sex nothing more.

 

Every time Iona attempted to turn to kiss Vegeta or touch him, he pushed her away, growling at her menacingly, not once did he kiss her or allow her to kiss him, was it because it was such an intimate act which he did not want. He hardly touched her only to grasp her hips as he thrust into her sating his own needs and kept his tail tight around his waist, I knew from reading Saiyan history that they used their tails as an extra appendage especially during acts of mating where it would often be anchored around their partners waist, however hearing Iona's moans I could tell she was oblivious to this lack of intimacy and therefore was enjoying herself regardless.

 

As Vegeta continued in sating his need he suddenly looked towards the balcony where I was hiding; had he sensed me? Had he seen me? I do not know but I had to get away, run, run fast to the safety of my own chambers.

 

Quickly I scurried towards my room, quickly locking myself within its security and solace; praying to Kami that I had been wrong and that he had not known I had been watching; Kami how could I ever look at him again knowing that he knew I had spied on him with his future mate.

 

Quickly I dove into the warmth of my bed and settled into what would be a very restless sleep, one where I kept awaking in tears and despair over what I had truly seen and known I could never have.

 

………………………&# 8230;

 

The next morning when I awoke I quickly showered and dressed, I even decided to forgo my breakfast so that I could escape the royal wing for fear of running into Vegeta, however my luck was not to be with me for upon exiting my room I found him walking in my direction; from the looks of him he was returning from training for he wore nothing but black sneakers, black tight training pants and a film of sweat.

 

Feeling like an animal that was about to be skinned alive, I looked towards the floor and attempted to scurry past him without his notice `like that could happen' I thought to my self.

 

The moment that I was passing his side I found myself pushed roughly against the wall, Vegeta's heavy muscular body pressing into every curve of my own; I swallowed hard and remained looking away from him, my heart pounding so loud within my chest I could actually hear it in my ears.

 

“So, did you enjoy the show last night human?, I never pegged you for a voyeur” Vegeta purred in my ear as his hands began to slowly caress my arms, making me feel both scared and exited simultaneously, while my skin felt like it was taking on a whole new meaning with turning seven shades.

 

“I did not mean to watch, I was just out for a stroll and happened upon passing” I managed to squeak in the barest of a whisper, while feeling his lips upon my neck lightly teasing my skin.

 

“Just passing, yes I can see how you could accidentally pass by for ten or more minutes” he chuckled against my skin while continuing his light ministrations.

 

I was about to protest to his words when he suddenly grasped my face in his hands and pushed his lips against mine, making me gasp in shock, and giving him all the chance he needed as his tongue was in my mouth within moments tasting every inch of me.

 

The sensation of the kiss alone was enough to cause my eyes to roll into the back of my head, for this was something I had dreamed about almost from the first moment I saw him; my mind was screaming out to me, he was kissing me, he was performing something so intimate with ME; he was even touching me… ME, what this all mean.

 

As Vegeta deepened the kiss I felt his hands begin to wander from my face and down my body; with much trepidation I brought my hands up to his face and looped them behind his head, threading my fingers in his hair.

 

Vegeta's hands began to roam my body, stroking my arms, my waist my hips and then… and then moving towards my breasts where he gently squeezed them and began to run his thumbs over my nipples making me moan and shudder as they reacted to his touch by hardening into peaks.

 

His mouth left mine after what seemed like an eternity and we stared into each others eyes, all the while his hands remaining upon my breasts, pleasuring me in a way I had never experienced or even imagined in my whole life.

 

With my mind clouded with the feelings of desire, I only faintly heard a noise to my left and then suddenly I was sliding down the wall; Vegeta nowhere in sight. Coming out of my pleasured daze I found a very confused guard standing over me with his arms crossed and his brow furrowed.

 

“Do you need help Miss” he asked while holding out his hand for me in a helpful gesture.

 

“Thank you” I replied taking his hand and allowing him to pull me to my feet.

 

Quickly brushing myself down in an attempt to regain some of my composure I quickly headed in the direction of my fathers rooms where I knew all pleasant thoughts and feelings would be easily washed away from my mind.

 

I stood outside the door for a moment before knocking remembering the last time I had been here and the noises which had emanated from within, thanking Kami that all I could here was the sounds of voices as my father and Yamcha spoke, although I could not tell of what.

 

Knocking upon the door it was immediately opened to reveal a rather smug looking Yamcha with an even smugger looking father behind him. We made our way from the chambers towards the transport shuttle which would take up to the palace landing strip, where my fathers craft was situated. It took only twenty minutes by air and I was thankful that the time was spent in uninterrupted silence.

 

Upon landing at the strip I could already make out the guards and several scientific workers who were unloading the several pieces of technology that my father had traded with the Saiyans.

 

Making our way towards his ship, Yamcha led the guards and workers inside the cargo hold, showing them where they could deposit the merchandise before handing over the stuff they had promised Vegeta in return.

 

I followed my father into the hold, where he immediately began inspecting each and every container, making notes as he went. After finishing expecting the cargo my father turned and looked at me with hate filled eyes; this action alone made my skin crawl; I knew that look, it was the same one he gave me when I was about to feel the full wrath of his hatred for me.

 

Within seconds the cargo doors hissed shut, causing me to jump and turn in their direction where I saw Yamcha leaning against them arms folded over his chest and glaring at me with the promise of pain; yes it was pain that he was promising and I knew that my fate had once again been doomed.

 

As I slowly turned back around to my father a blinding pain flushed across my face and I hit the ground with a thud; putting my hand to my cheek I winced at the stinging I felt there. I looked up towards my father and gasped as I saw him removing the leather belt that he had always used for my punishments.

 

Without saying a word Yamcha grabbed my wrists and pulled me flush onto the floor and pinned me onto my stomach, exposing my back; I then felt the ripping of my clothing the coldness of the air whipping across the skin of my back.

 

It was then that I heard my father speak.

 

 

…………..

 

That's it for now, hope you enjoy, please R&R if you get the chance.