Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies our parents told us ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

The dark sky of Vegeta-sei looked down at her. For a sky so red hot and angry during the day, it was quiet and still during the night. As if the rampaging beast had finally been put to rest.

The cool breeze blew onto her face as Bulma looked up at the night sky. Ever night since she had arrived she had sat there and searched it. Searched it for the one planet that meant the most to her. The place were she had be capture and sold off. Sold like a slave to the biggest bastard in the entire universe and beyond.

As she sat there memories from her home came flooding back. Her friends her family, all those who she had loved and adored. A tear slowly ran down her face. She knew that no matter what happened she would never return to the place she had dreamed of every night for the last year.

She raised her had and wiped the tear away. No matter what she couldn't be weak. She had too be strong. It she died tomorrow, she would want to do it with the satisfaction that she had been courageous. That even after all she went through she'd never lost her spirit.

Bulma moved away from her tower window and went to sit in the chair on the other side the room. This had been her home for the last eight months. A high tower up in the corner of the palace of Vegeta-sei. A place were she would neither be seen nor heard. Where her existence was known only to a small number of people.

Bulma winced as she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. "shhhh," she placed her hand a pone her pregnant stomach and preyed the demon within would relax.

This had been her survival plan for the last eight months, this had been the only thing keeping her alive. She had wept for hours when she first found out. Begging the evil bastard that did it to her to end her life.

She cursed the fact the woman Vegeta was married to was unable to have children. That she wouldn't be able to have the son of a bitch's heir. God had damned her when he found out she, his little whore not his queen, was already a month pregnant.

That's all she had ever been to Vegeta over those three months before he got married. All she had ever been was his little whore, nothing more than a sex toy used only to satisfy him. He never loved or felt for her, he never gave a damn wether she lived or died. He was in fact planning to kill her before he found out she was caring the future ruler of Vegeta-sei.

It surprised her how he didn't care that his child would be inbreed, that part of it would be human. Bulma sighed. She guessed that it wouldn't be hard to cover up. As long as the kid had a tail they could call it a Saiyan.

Bulma closed her eyes and tried to hold back the tears that just wanted to flow. She could still remember the worst day of her life. It was impossible to forget when they enslaved the earth and took her away. It was only a year ago, yet it seemed like a life time. She could have had it all, she would have inherited her fathers corporation and made it better. She would have married her one and only love Yamcha, and started a family. A family were she would bare his children. Not the child of a heartless man like Vegeta.

His offspring would grow up to be just like the evil king. Her own child would be raised by him and follow in his footsteps. Killing and rapping just like their father. Would they even know she existed, that their mother was a pure hearted weak human. Bulma shook her head, no Vegeta would never tell them.

There was another sharp pain in her stomach, Bulma gritted her teeth. Vegeta's hell spawn was due any day now. Her life was slowly coming to an end, she didn't think she could take it any longer. She had tried three times already to commit suicide, but ever time she tried someone always stoped her. It was usually the midwives when they came to check on her progress. She hadn't seen Vegeta or anyone in the last eight months, her pregnancy was a deadly secret known only to a selected few.

She suddenly felt wet down below, and water began to drip down the side of her legs. There was another sharp pain in her stomach, only this one was stronger and more painful. She screamed out in pain. Her voice echoed down the hall.

Bulma swore, she knew what was happening, the question was why her. The child was coming, it had decided that it now wanted to be part of the world. A world that could be described as nothing but hell. Tears began to run down her face, this time she saw no point in trying to hold them back. She had pretended to hold her emotions inside, now it was at last time to let them out.

The midwives came rushing to the room to see her on the chair, face twisted in pain. They helped her up and walked her over to the bed. Laying her down gently "It's……happening…so fast," Bulma managed to say in between sobs. To be honest even though she had just gone into labor, she already felt as if the child was killing her. Saiyan infants were stronger than human ones, and were born a lot faster.

The midwife looked at Bulma with concern. "Get the king," she said to the other.

The other began to immediately rush out of the room and towards the throne room, where she knew the king was with his queen. She had noticed that even though Bulma was pregnant with his child, the king had not even visited her once during the eight months she was up here.

Bulma looked up at the midwife standing over her bed. She looked up at her desperately. "Kill…me."

The women looked down at Bulma with pity. The poor girl didn't deserve this, no woman did. As much as she just wanted to end it for her she knew she couldn't. She shook her head.

Bulma let another wave of tears flood her eyes. God, how she just wanted to die. To take this child with her so she could save it from it's father.

She looked up at the white ceiling above her. This would be the last room she would ever see. If only she could die on earth, the planet she had loved with all her heart. As her eyes turned to the door she say the one person who had caused all her pain. The king himself stood in the door way gazing a pone her. His face as cold and emotionless as it always had been. His queen, Tatoa, was standing behind him looking on at Bulma with her cold eyes. Bulma let out a string of curse words at the king, most which he didn't think she knew.

Bulma knew he didn't love his queen, he felt for her but he didn't love her. He only married her for the sake of producing an heir, which she was incapable of. To be honest Bulma felt sorry for the women, she was forever cursed into a marriage with the devil himself. Of course Tatoa probably didn't care, she was a Saiyan after all, they had different relationships to humans.

The king looked over at the midwife. "What's going on?" he asked.

The midwife walked over to him and spoke quietly so Bulma wouldn't hear. "Sir it's all happening so fast, the labor looks as if it would only last a few hours."

Vegeta glanced at Bulma screaming out in pain on the bed. To be honest she looked as if she was in utter agony, as if her insides were being ripped out.

The second midwife went to Bulma's side. "Listen here, you've got to be strong, for the sake of your child."

Bulma nodded. Hell, she could feel as if she was dieing. How was this possible, how could her child want to be born now? She knew she was ready to die, but she had never had a chance to find her planet in the sky and say one last goodbye. She let out another string of curse words, describing to Vegeta in great depth how she was going to kill him.

The queen looked on at Bulma. That could have been her, she could have been the one to give birth to Vegeta's children. But no, she had a problem that made her incapable of ever having a child. And how she had always dreamed of having them. Ever since she was young she had loved children and infants. She had alway dreamed of having her own and watching them grow. A tear ran down the side of her face. But the truth was that could never be possible.

She looked up at her husband. He didn't seem to have any emotion on his face at all, as if he didn't care that his whore was it great pain. What if the child was not to his liking, what if it were a girl? Would he simply just cast it aside and kill it. Tatoa looked away as the midwife began to tell Bulma something. Even if she could never have her own child at least she'd be able to raise this one as if it were her own.

She leaned up against the doorframe and watched Bulma screaming in pain. If the midwife was right the labour wouldn't last very long.

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After a few hours the sound of crying reached the queens ears. She entered the room and gazed her eyes a pone Bulma. The poor women looked absolutely exhausted, as if she had put her life into giving birth to her child.

The midwife cut the cord with a knife and left the blade sitting on the table next to Bulma's bed. She walked up and put the crying infant in the queens arms. It would please Vegeta that he was a boy, a son that could one day be king. He was in the exact image of his father, the same face, the same skin tone. And a small brown tail that proved he was a Saiyan. The only likeness he had to his mother were the eyes and hair. His eyes were the same beautiful deep blue that his mother had, and his hair a soft lavender.

A small moan left Bulma's lips, the queen walked to her side to show her her child. Bulma looked up at the child she was holding and smiled slightly. Even if he did look a great deal like his father he had her eyes and hair, at least something that proved he was part human. Bulma closed her eyes and whispered a single name. "Trunks"

The queen blinked, so she wanted to personally name her child herself. She doubted Vegeta would keep the name. She walked over to present Vegeta his son.

Vegeta growled as the name left her lips. She wished, as if he would let his son have a pathetic human name like that. The king of the Saiyans name Trunks, he would be a laughing stock. He examined the kid's eyes and hair. It wasn't so bad it would be easy to cover up and dye black. No one would ever know. He looked at Bulma lying on the bed, he would have to kill her soon, but not at the moment.

Bulma opened her eyes slightly to see Vegeta and Tatoa near the door with her son. God, how she just wanted them both dead. They would be the ones to raise her child, he would never know about his own mother who suffered so greatly. His entire life would be a lie, his whole existence without truth. Would Vegeta keep the name, or give him the name of his family so he would one day be king. Bulma gritted her teeth, her own son would become the king of a heartless race. If her friends saw her now they would spit a pone her for going against all she believed in.

She turned her head to see the knife the midwife had used to cut the cord. She would not give Vegeta the satisfaction of killing her. If she was going to die it would be by her own hands. That way she would die knowing she had ended her life because of her decision, not someone else's. She reached forward and griped the cold handle. Plunging the blade into her heart before anyone could even blink. The warm blood flowed through her clothes, and as the room blurred in front of her, she finally felt free.

The queen blinked as she noticed Bulma had shoved a knife through her heart. To be truthful she couldn't blame her, the poor women looked as if she always wanted to die, even from the very second she arrived. Bulma would now be in piece.

The child in her arms cooed gently. The queen smiled. In her arms lay the new prince Vegeta.

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I've decided to leave my authors notes till the end of the chapter.

This little story here has been my pet project while I was writing my previous one. It was some sort idea I got while I was reading one of those "earth gets invaded, Bulma is a slave to Vegeta fics" It's not actually meant to be really long, about 10 chapters. To sum it up it's a Trunks, Vegeta relationship fic.

I hope this chapter here made sense if not I'll clear a few things up.

*Earth was invaded by the Saiyans, and the humans stood no chance. Bulma was sold off as a whore to the Prince Vegeta.

*Three months later Vegeta father died and he was forced to marry a Saiyan and become king. Unfortunately the new queen was unable to have children, so she couldn't give birth to Vegeta's heir.

*Vegeta was going to kill Bulma but he discovered that she was pregnant. He then locked her up in a tower away from everyone for her entire pregnancy.

Tatoa is pronounced Ta-toe-ah.

Arrivederci

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Missq