Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Links of Destiny ❯ Chapter 5

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"Are you alright Fhazha?"

Fhazha was standing outside of the cave with her arms folded around her chest, looking at the sky above, lost in whatever she was thinking. She was actually trying to collect her thoughts. She was trying to analyze the situation and see if she could come up with a possible solution, because she didn't know what to do. She had been standing there for hours without saying a word since she had gotten out of the regenerating tank. Goku had stayed at her side all the time without interrupting. He was familiar with that type of behavior. Many times he had seen Vegeta lost in the same stance. For hours he would stand atop the highest mountain looking at nothing in particular, making it clear to everyone that they weren't welcome and to interrupt his meditation could cause dire consequences. Goku had fallen asleep when he felt a nudge in his shoulder. He opened his eyes to find Fhazha leaning over him....

"Let's go Kakarrot, It is time to meet the chibis of our pride, but first I must speak with my prince..."

With that they both flew into the skies and headed toward Capsule Corporation. Vegeta was there; Goku could feel his powerful ki. He felt curious, because Fhazha looked calmed, unattached, so unlike the day they had all met, yet now it seemed as if she didn't have a care in the world.

If only he knew the true extent of her feelings, he would have realized how wrong he was.

After meditating all that time, she had reached the conclusion that self-pity was not the answer she was looking for. She would have to put her emotions aside to concentrate on what was her duty. It didn't matter any longer that her destiny with Vegeta was not meant to be, but she still had other duties to attend to. She was still their guardian and she had to ensure that the saiyan pride prevailed through centuries to come and to protect them. The children must learn their history, the mechanisms of their culture, their language. They must learn to accept and embrace their heritage, so when the time came, they would then teach their own children, and their children's children would do the same. She couldn't blame her prince any longer for choosing an earthling mate. She now understood his reasons. He couldn't possibly have known that there were any Saiyan survivors left, therefore he had taken matters into his own hands. He had needed to ensure the survival of his legacy and a half saiyan child was better than no child at all, this she now understood. In fact, it touched her deeply that he did care about his race so much as to sacrifice the purity of it by mixing it with an inferior race, otherwise, he would have never mated outside of it. It hurt deeply though, every time she thought about it, she felt knives stabbing her innards, but she had decided to ignore the pain and just concentrate in what she must do. It didn't help that she would always love him. She couldn't help it. She had loved him since that fateful day when they had met in the weaponry room on their planet. Her greatest desire had always been to some day find him to unite with him in body and soul; but it was not meant to be, not anymore. She forgave him, even if there was nothing to forgive, and she had accepted it.

Vegeta felt her the moment she headed toward him. He had been anticipating her arrival. His pulse had quickened by the thought of seeing her again and he felt nervous and excited at the same time. To the casual observer it would seem as if he was angry in his usual forbidding looking self, for vegeta was a master at hiding his emotions. He had also felt Kakarrot's ki, and for some reason that irritated him to no end. What the hell was that idiot doing with her anyway?
He needed to have a good talk with Kakarrot. To tell him what you fool? He asked himself, yet didn't have any answer...

Vegeta was waiting for them outside, and when she saw him she felt excitement surging through her body. It was hard to believe she had found him at last. No more was he the little arrogant saiyan prince. Now he was a full-grown Saiyan, but some things never changed as his arrogance was still intact and even stronger than before. Walking up to him she kneeled and bowed her head in deference.

"You may rise.... But to make things simpler from now on Guardian, I command you to cease practicing that Protocol. It only reminds me of things that are no more and I don't wish to be encumbered with it"

"As you Wish Sire" said Fhazha as she straightened to look him in the eyes.

" I wish to have a word with you if I may "

"Go On..." Vegeta was very much expectant....

" I have had the time to reconcile myself to the fact that you are mated and have a life already set up. I now understand that that's the best thing you could have done under the circumstances. If I had been in your place, I would have probably done the same. You couldn't have known of the survival of other Saiyans or mine. You were not even aware of the king's wishes to see us together, therefore, you owe me no loyalty. I understand that you needed to ensure the survival of your seed, your legacy... therefore, a half saiyan child is preferable than no child at all. I am here to teach your children Our Saiyan ways, to protect them...and nothing more."

"Why...thank you for your benevolence" Vegeta told her mockingly, and she stiffened at that...

" I assure you...Never again shall the past we shared be mentioned nor dwelled upon. I have come today to pledge my fealty to you, your son and..and your mate"

That took Vegeta completely by surprise. He frowned, his scowl back in place, for he was perplexed at her attitude. Why was she giving up so easily? He thought she would have insisted on fulfilling their destinies. He had even mentally prepared himself when the time came to dissuade her. Yet here she was giving up on him so readily. He felt betrayed and he didn't know why, he knew this was for the best, yet he couldn't dislodge the anger and the frustration her attitude was causing.
So she wanted to pledge her fealty to his mate? Very well...

"Woman! Woman come here now!" Vegeta barked....

He was looking Fhazha straight in the eyes, appreciating their vibrant golden hue. He didn't have to wait long before Bulma answered his call.

"What is it Vegeta? Can't you see I'm busy? What's all the ruckus for?"

Fhazha was stunned. She used all her powers to refrain from showing any reaction. The earthling woman was exquisite. She felt gangly and unattractive compared to her. The woman was petite, only reaching Vegeta's shoulders. She had white porcelain skin so unlike the bronze hue of hers, her mane was an aquamarine color Fhazha had never seen before and the color of her eyes rivaled the beauty of a summer sky..... She was simply gorgeous, and Fhazha felt a deep resentment. She was appalled at her feelings, but she couldn't help hating this woman. She should have expected something like that. Vegeta was the type of Saiyan to go for the best and when forced to choose an earthling mate, well, he chose the most precious jewel of all. Fhazha didn't notice Goku getting close to her, he wanted to give her his support, for he could imagine how she was feeling at that moment; Fhazha finally noticed him next to her and when she looked at his eyes she almost started crying. His beautiful ebony orbs were full of understanding and she knew that he was trying to tell her that she wasn't alone. Vegeta noticed the subtle exchange and his scowl became more prominent. What was going on there? Why did they look so...intimate?
He wanted to blast that smile off Kakarrot's face, How dare he be so near her! He angrly thought.

"Bulma, this is Fhazha....a Saiyan just like Vegeta and me"

"A saiyan!"

Bulma on the other hand was just as stunned as Fhazha was. Bulma couldn't believe someone so beautiful could actually exist. The amazon standing in front of her was stunning. From a unique and brazen mane that flowed all the way down her back, to two pair of golden eyes that shone like fire, a sensuous mouth that was slightly smiling, gorgeous and full breasts and a body Bulma would have given anything to have. She was dressed like a warrior; she even recognized it as a saiyan's combat uniform. She looked exotic, with a dark tinge in her soft skin. She would have never imagined that Saiyan women were so beautiful! It was a miracle that Vegeta had ever taken a second look at her after being used to such perfection! She felt like an insignificant mouse next to the beautiful Saiyan....

"How can this be?"
"It's a long story" answered Fhazha curtly...

Bulma extended her hand to Fhazha, but the Saiyan Woman ignored her gesture. Fhazha inclined her head in acknowledgement and that was all Bulma would get.

"Mom! I'm home!"

Everyone turned around to see a little boy of around ten years running up to them. Fhazha felt her heart do a million somersaults. Right before her was Vegeta's son. It must be! If it wouldn't have been for his purple hair and blue eyes, the chibi would have been an exact replica of his father. Fhazha couldn't take her eyes off of him. He fascinated her. Unchecked came the memories of Vegeta as a child and she realized his son wasn't anything like him in that respect. He was running with merriment in his eyes, and a radiant and mischievous smile adorned his beautiful face. Trunks wasn't plagued by rigidity like Vegeta had been as a child, instead he was carefree and happy.

Bulma was stunned to see the Saiyan's face soften as she looked at her son. At least her animosity didn't extend to Trunks.

"Hi!" said little Trunks, looking at Fhazha curiously...
"Hi Trunks" said Goku...

"Trunks..."

"Yes father?"

Fhazha felt touched by the little Saiyan's obvious devotion toward his father. He had looked at Vegeta with eyes full of expectancy and pride. Fhazha wasn't aware that until recently, Vegeta had rarely taken notice of his son and the little Saiyan was basking in whatever attention his father gave him now.

"Someone is here to meet you..." "And from now on, she is to be your Guardian. You must listen to her as you listen to me, got it? She is a pure Saiyan like Kakarrot and myself"

"Wow! Another Saiyan!" Trunks nodded at his father getting closer to Fhazha...

Fhazha kneeled down to be at eye level with him, she motioned him to get closer, and spoke in a language Trunks didn't understand...

"What was that?" he asked confused...

"It is our Saiyan language, and it means...I Am Honored to Meet You"
"Ooh" he smiled, fascination lighting his baby blues...

"How do you say, I am honored as well?"

And Fhazha smiled at that as she told him. Trunks repeated the words slowly, and with that innocent gesture, he won her heart.

Bulma didn't like what was happening. Turning to Vegeta she told him to go inside the house with her. Bulma's insolence didn't go amiss by Fhazha as she stiffened at the manner in which she treated Vegeta.

Inside the house Bulma bombarded her mate with questions...

"What do you mean Trunks's Guardian? Who is she? How can you give a complete stranger such authority!"

"She is not a Stranger Woman"

"Then who is she?"

" A friend "

"A friend? From where? Or when? Where does she come from?"

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear? She's a Saiyan" by now Vegeta was really upset at her impertinence

"I know she's a Saiyan, but I hope you remember that not all Saiyans are as sweet natured as you" at this she smirked...

"Sarcasm does not become you woman, and if I say she is trustworthy, then that is the end of it! Let me make something very clear, you are not to interfere do you hear? She is here to tutor MY son"

"Damn you Vegeta! He is MY son as well, and I will not let you order me around, if I don't want him near that woman, than THAT is the end of it!"

"And how do you plan to accomplish that? She could pulverize you with the flicker of her hand, and I wouldn't stop her"

Bulma gasped at that, she couldn't believe Vegeta was taking a stranger's side over her. Turning around covering her face she ran to her room drowning in tears. Vegeta felt guilt for what he had said, but he couldn't allow her to think she could dictate to him.
Running his hand through his hair in frustration, Vegeta wondered why his life had to be so fucking complicated. Turning around he went in direction of the gravity room. Training was always able to purge his frustrations.
Fhazha was no longer outside and neither was Goku, the realization irritated him to no end. The best thing he could do was avoid her, he didn't want to hurt Bulma any more than he already had.

Later that day...

After a strenuous training session Vegeta went to his room to take a much-needed shower. Droplets of sweat covered his body and his muscles were aching. To his surprise Bulma was already taking a bath. He could see her naked through the glass doors, and his body hardened with need. She was beautiful and sensuous, her body a delicacy that cried to be savored. Bulma gasped when she saw him standing there looking at her with his hardened cock straining against his shorts. She was still upset with him, but she couldn't ignore the tightening of her loins. She desired him very much; he always had that effect on her. To her, he was the most beautiful man on the universe. He was so hard and masculine, and her pulse quickened by just looking at him. Vegeta went up to her and delicately shoving his hands into the soft and wet hair at her nape he started kissing her, and she got lost in his embrace kissing him as passionately as he was kissing her, pressing her pelvis against his hardness. The need had become stronger, and she felt herself explode. He shoved his finger deep into her and opening her legs wide he cupped her pulsing and swollen pulp letting out a groan of pleasure as he found she was already wet. Vegeta thought his cock would explode, for the need was unbearable. He had to use all his strength to keep control, he always had to keep in check the power that could tear her apart. He stopped kissing her to turn his attention to her swollen breasts, sucking hard on her taut nipples, laving each tip with hot saliva. A moan of torturing pleasure escaped Bulma's lips. He pushed her against the tiled wall, bringing her legs around his flanks ready to plunge into her. Instinctively Bulma tightened her legs around him, a scream of pleasure escaped her as Vegeta impaled her pushing her against the wall, grabbing her ass to push deeper into her. He kept pumping himself into her in a frenzied waltz of pleasure, his muscles were tense with the strain of his control, he couldn't afford to lose it, he could kill her with the intensity of his passion. Bulma's sobs turned him on even more, and he took possession of her lips once more as he fucked her harder and faster. Bulma went up in flames, screaming as she climaxed, and her clenching muscles told him she was finding the release he also wished to attain, and he let go, his body jerking as he poured his seed into her.
He felt Bulma crumble in his arms, and he realized she had lost consciousness, she always did after a bout of lovemaking, and gently he brought her to their bed. Vegeta was about to lay next to her, when he felt it...
He went out in the balcony and his eyes widen in shock. The waves of painful feelings washed over him one after the other, and he knew...he knew she had felt his coupling with Bulma, and somehow that made him feel an unexplainable guilt, a terrible shame. Somehow, he felt as if he had betrayed her, which was completely absurd, yet the feeling was there, intense and it wouldn't go away, somehow, her pain was his pain. He gasped in sudden realization, at what that meant...

On the spaceship...

At first Fhazha hadn't understood what was happening. She had felt the moment his ki had skyrocketed. Thinking that he was battling someone, she had been ready to go to his rescue, but she soon realized that it wasn't so, that the surge of energy was somehow different, and at first she didn't understand, but not for long, for somehow she knew what it meant. Feelings just kept coming, torturing her and killing her unmercifully. For the first time in twenty-two years, Fhazha freed forbidden emotions as she cried, giving free reign to the pain in her soul. And she cried inconsolably until she didn't have any more tears to shed. She didn't think she could withstand that pain, she just couldn't take it, to know he was mating with her was too much to bear, and later, much later she promised herself that she would never shed another tear for him. She was resolved to shove aside the feelings he provoked, for never again would she let herself be this hurt. She had been wrong, when she had told her father that love did not make one weak, not only did it weaken her, it hurt her very much so...