Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nobility ❯ Chapter three< ( Chapter 3 )
AN : Wow, I can't believe I finally updated this story. I mean, it has been ages since I updated! Well, good lecture and don't forget to review!
Nobility- Chapter three
"What the bloody hell is all this commotion about?"
In the doorway was standing the most handsome man Bulma ever saw. She slowly analyzed his complexion from feet to head unable to resist the temptation. He had the built of a God : a narrow waist with large shoulders and just the right amount of muscles as Bulma could perceive under his distinguished clothing. His face was well defined, his nose aquiline and his lips at the moment were set in a strait line. His hair was set in the shape of a flame thought seeming unbelievingly soft. He was not very tall, maybe 5 foot 9 inches but the whole world seemed to belong to him by the way he was walking and his strait posture.
But what shocked the most Bulma was his onyx eyes : so dark and unfeeling. She was brought back to reality by the man's voice,
" Are you finished gawking at me?" he sneered.
Bulma, regaining her senses, hinted a blush but quickly regained her fiery personality.
"Don't flatter yourself, MISTER ! I was simply awestruck to see another living person in this deserted castle. Now, who are and how did you manage to get pass Piccolo."
The man's face instantly showed fury and he pointed the door to Goku.
"Get out immediately. I want a word with this insufferable girl!"
Goku was about to protest when the man added,
"I am Lord Vegeta. You will do as I say since I am your new master. Now go!" he roared.
Goku hesitated slightly but Bulma nodded that it was ok so he simply went away, still a little bit worried.
' So he is my future husband. At least he is not ugly. He is even very handsome. But what an attitude that jerk has!'
Bulma used the diversion to replace her hair and shirt just realizing her form fitting combination was not fit to be seen before marriage by her fiancée's eyes.
" Now, I guess you are the woman I am to marry judging by the unusual coloring of your hair. I …", vegeta started to be interrupted by Bulma immediately,
" I'm sorry but my name is Bulma as you already know. USE it. And I will let you know that my aqua hair is one of my best features, you jerk!"
" Look, I'm a busy man and I have absolutely no time for your childish games," Vegeta said while cornering her in a corner. He pressed his two arms on each sides of her face blocking any ways of escape to Bulma.
'I will let him have his way this time. If things get too ugly, then I will surprise him with my fighting skills.' Bulma strategically planned.
" I think we need to set rules before things could, well let's say…, get out of hands, don't you think?" Vegeta added while brushing Bulma's ear with his mouth. Bulma, in reaction to his ministrations, shivered and scorned herself.
'Get a hold of yourself girl!' she reprimanded herself. Vegeta breathed in her hear ,
" As my wife, you will have to submit yourself completely to me. I expect you to be calm, submissive, polite and delicate as every lady should be. You will respect me and stop uttering words that are more fit to a sailor to say than to a lady. I will call you as I please, woman. Finally, you won't continue those ridiculous fighting classes since women are totally incapable of fighting." He finished.
Bulma deeply breathed not quite believing what she was hearing.
' What an asshole! If he thinks he can refrain me from being myself and doing the tings I like, he has another thing coming.' Bulma furiously thought.
" And if you don't obey me, woman," he added while seeing her rebellious gaze, "then you will have to suffer the consequences of your acts." Vegeta then squeezed her breast, pleased of hearing a soft gasp escaping from the lips of Bulma.
Bulma, not being able to support another second of his disrespectful attitude, and seeing he did not believe in her fighting skills, swiftly kicked one his legs and used his left arm to throw him on the ground.
Vegeta, not expecting such a move from such a fragile looking woman, was easily thrown on the floor and Bulma took the occasion to fly out of the room soon hearing his grunts meaning he got back to his senses.
Bulma, now knowing the castle by heart, after weeks of exploring, ran in all of the secret passages she knew of, thought always feeling the presence of the horrible man behind her.
She finally reached the door communicating with the kitchen and rapidly opened it to find it empty.
' Oh no, everyone must be at church!'
Bulma quickly reformulated another plan in her head and scurried towards the box containing her dear horse.
She was going to mount it without taking the time of installing a saddle when she was suddenly thrown in some hay. Her horse debated with the one who captured his reins and surprisingly calmed himself as he was shown a piece of sugar.
Bulma quickly regained her senses and was about to stand up when she was pushed back in the hay, a hand muffling her cries.
" Now, what will you do little lady!" two pitch black eyes looked at her sarcastically reminding her of the danger that always preceded a storm. A flash of lightning, at the same moment teared the sky.
Bulma shivered as a gust of cold wind past by her. She could feel the breath of Vegeta on her neck and his hand slowly caressing her tight. Bulma, panicking, clumsily tried to kick him in the groin but Vegeta, this time prepared to receive her attack, blocked her kick and smirked.
" Stop fighting girl. You may not believe it but I am a man of honor. I shall not touch you anymore until our marriage. I did not wish for our union but since you are not TOO ugly, I guess it won't be so bad. After the event, you will be completely mine. Now, get your sorry ass out of here before I do some things you might not like. You see, there are a lot of things I can do to you without talking your virginity" Vegeta said, all the while still smirking.
Bulma quickly got to her feet and was about to run when Vegeta gripped her arm.
"By the way, our marriage takes place tomorrow night. Sweet dreams, my love" he ironically added.
Bulma then ran to the castle and to her room, tears flowing from her eyes echoing to the torrential rain outside.
'How could my father put me through such a predicament. What a horrible man this Vegeta is. How will a survive! And I wanted a happy marriage! I should have married one of those young lords in England that I would have been able to control when I had the chance! What will I do now!'
A distinct click could be heared as Chi-Chi entered the room and stayed with Bulma all night long, the child pouring her whole heart to her comprehensive maid.
AN : I can't believe I wrote all of this. Sniff, poor Bulma. How will she get trough this? Well, there is only one way to find out-no? Well don't forget to review and I will probably be able to post the next chapter soon! ;)
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