Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Potential ❯ Marrying an Enemy ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Potential

Chapter 2: Marrying an Enemy

 

Hey guys, I won't be long, just a few quick notes:

 

First off, thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you to those of you who posted or emailed me. That is the whole reason I braved the nasty Ohio weather to come to the computer lab to post chapter 2!

 

Secondly…some bastard stole my disc that contained chapter 2 from the computer lab! DAMMIT! Sorry, but I was almost done…oh well; I'll just make this one better!

 

Thirdly…enjoy chapter 2 kids.

 

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Bulma could scarcely believe how perfect she looked in her mother's gown.

 

For the times, it was a little brave. A low v-shaped neck line did little to hide her overwhelming cleavage, while the rest of the dress consisted of white lace all the way down to below her navel, and a long flowing satin train. She had pulled her hair into a swept bun and left strands down in certain areas to give her a youthful look.

 

Still, Bulma was not feeling much like a bride.

 

As Launch, her best friend and favorite handmaiden handed Bulma her bouquet of fresh picked flowers, she could tell that Bulma had something on her mind.

 

“What is it Bulma? Are you all right?” she asked innocently.

 

Bulma stood up straight and looked down at her friend with contempt. She knew Launch was worried about her, but she knew better than to call her by her name, especially with Vegeta's goons at the door.

 

“Yes, I just want to get this horrid affair over with,” she huffed.

 

Launch just looked sadly at her old friend. She herself had lost her fiancé, Tien, in the castle onslaught. Holding back the tears, she managed to plaster a smile on her face.

 

“Don't worry milady. I'm sure Lord Vegeta will take good care of you and the castle,” she chirped.

 

Launch had accidentally bumped into Vegeta while carrying pitchers of wine for the reception earlier that morning, spilling wine all over the floor and Vegeta. Terrified, she closed her eyes, as though waiting to be disciplined, but was surprised to find Vegeta on the floor helping her pick up broken pieces of glass.

He had apologized and continued on, leaving Launch dumbstruck.

 

“Perhaps he will be much kinder than you think,” Launch added.

 

Bulma spun around and grabbed her friend by the shoulders.

 

“Launch, he is our enemy. His troops killed your fiancé and my father. Don't forget that,” Bulma pleaded to her.

 

Launch saw the pain in her friends eyes, and decided on a change of subject.

 

“You look beautiful! I cannot wait to see the look on everyone's faces when you come out in that dress!”

 

Bulma looked at herself in the mirror. She had always dreamed of wearing this dress at her wedding, being walked down the aisle with her father, her mother watching on. This should have been the happiest day of Bulma's life, but instead, it was turning out to be the worst.

 

There was a knock at the door, and Radditz, Vegeta's second-in-command came in.

 

“I'm sorry to bother you milady, but Lord Vegeta was inquiring as to when you would be ready?”

 

Bulma turned towards the man and gave him an irritated look. As much as she despised her captors, this Radditz man acting as Vegeta's mouth made her on the verge of eruption.

 

“Tell him I will be down shortly, so he can just wait!” she snapped.

 

Radditz left without another word.

 

Radditz, being used to his own master's foul moods, did not want to learn of his new mistress's. He smirked to himself as he thought about the two of them together. This woman would be a perfect match for his own master's temper.

 

After he left Launch looked at her mistress disapprovingly. As patient as Vegeta had been, she was sure he would not be as patient if Bulma continued to talk to his men like that.

 

“Don't look at me like that Launch, he deserved it!” Bulma laughed.

 

Launch ignored her as she continued to adjust Bulma's dress.

 

“Have you decided on a new name to go by?” Launch asked.

 

“Onna. In my father's native tongue it means `woman'. He used to call my mother that when he was angry. But Vegeta doesn't need to know any of that,” Bulma smirked.

Bulma nearly laughed out loud as she remembered her mother's arguments with her father. They were always friendly ones, and in the end they always ended up laughing about it. As much as Bulma missed her father, she missed her mother more. She had died of disease over two years before.

 

Bulma's anger nearly bubbled over as she thought about losing the two people who mattered most to her. Vegeta would pay for his people's atrocities.

 

She once again tucked her dagger into her bosom, and then turned to her dear friend.

 

“If I do not live past this night, Launch, make sure the other servants keep my identity a secret to the grave. I will not allow anyone else to die in vain.”

 

With that, she turned and marched out the door toward the reception hall.

 

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“If I didn't know any better, I would think that my bride-to-be is trying to upset me,” Vegeta grumbled upon hearing Bulma's message. He lifted a goblet of water to his lips, wishing it was wine.

 

“I know, my lord, but you must admit, she does have spirit,” Radditz interjected. He knew that despite his leader's brave persona, underneath was a vulnerable man who deserved peace.

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes at his captain. Radditz seemed a little too eager to see him wed.

 

“She is just a woman. Yes, she will be a fine wife and mother to my brats, but nothing more. A king does not have time to love.”

 

Radditz was appalled at the words coming from his master's mouth, but quickly shook them off. He could see right through Vegeta's charade.

 

“Very well, my lord. I will see to it that your bride is out shortly.”

 

Vegeta left Radditz's presence as he made his way down the hallway to his room. When inside, he crashed onto his bed, like a soldier who had fought in one too many wars.

 

He was getting married to a woman he barely knew.

 

Except that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

 

With a temper that seemed to match his.

 

And eyes that could burn a hole through the sun.

 

Yet she was only a woman.

 

But if she was only a woman, than why did his breathing change whenever he thought about her?

 

Vegeta sighed deeply. This woman had probably seen atrocities that no one should have to see, and probably lost a brother, uncle or even father in the battle.

 

She probably hated him.

 

No, he could not survive a loveless marriage, whether he wanted to admit it or not. This woman would love him, but it would take time.

 

He would have to earn her trust.

 

Vegeta placed his hands behind his head as he lay, thinking about coming home from battle to see the woman smiling at him, eagerly running toward him to hug him.

 

Maybe this `forced' marriage wouldn't be so bad.

 

“Lord Vegeta,” Radditz knocked, “she is ready. It is time.”

 

Vegeta rose up and adjusted his long, royal blue cape and ran a hand through his thick mane of blue-black hair.

 

As he walked to the reception hall, he was amazed at what his men had been able to accomplish in less than a day-or, rather, what his men had made the servants accomplish.

 

The chandeliers were hung low so that light refracted all around the room, the tables were adorned with candles, roses, and deep blue cloths.

 

Just like the woman's hair.

 

Vegeta had to admit, he was impressed. But not as impressed as he was when he saw her walk toward him.

 

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Bulma had to continually remind herself that the man dressed in royal blue was her enemy.

 

She had to ignore his lion-like mane of shiny black hair, his ebony eyes, his perfect physique, his broad chest, and strong arms. And that scowl that made him look so regal.

 

Bulma knew she definitely had to ignore that handsome scowl.

 

As the minister sped through the vows, Bulma's mind wandered. She was not skilled in the art of love, yet she knew what happened between a man and a woman on their wedding night. Bulma knew that this gorgeous villain next to her probably could not wait to take advantage of her innocence.

 

She had to remind herself that would be a bad thing.

 

She looked to the side and saw Vegeta's men, smiling and adoring from the rows. Not less than a few days before, these same men were slaughtering every man they came across.

 

But nothing they did would compare to what he did.

 

Out of the very corner of her eye, Bulma saw the root of evil, Frieza. He had a look of sheer boredom on his face, but underneath that cold exterior was a monster.

 

Bulma would surely have shouted out in anger had she not been distracted by the sensation of something sliding on her finger.

 

“I hope it fits, woman,” Vegeta whispered as he slid on the elegant gold band.

 

“You may now kiss the bride.”

 

Bulma heard the words and time stood still. She had never kissed anyone before, and she never thought about it. Now her cherished first kiss would be lost to her enemy…

 

But it wasn't.

 

Instead, Vegeta leaned gently forward and gave her a chaste kiss on her cheek.

 

As his lips left her skin, Bulma caught herself absently rubbing the affected area with her fingertips.

 

Vegeta's men stood and cheered, while Frieza and his men clapped mildly.

 

“Now, we feast!” Vegeta cried, which was met by wild cheers from all.

 

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Bulma had sat silently next to her new husband during the feast, not even touching her food. Vegeta noticed her lack of hunger and said so.

 

“Is the food not of good quality?”

Bulma shook herself out of her thoughts. She had been so deeply thinking about the evening to come that she didn't realize that she had been sitting there like a zombie.

 

“No, my lord. I fear that I am just a little tired from the day's events. May I retire for the night?” she asked emotionlessly.

 

“You do not need my approval to retire to your chambers. You are now my wife, and mistress of the manor. You may come and go as you please.”

 

Bulma stood and bowed graciously as she turned to head up the stairs.

 

“However,” Vegeta told her, “I am tired as well and will join you.”

 

Bulma's throat constricted tightly. She feared what would come next.

 

Vegeta stood up, finishing the last of his wine and followed his new bride up the stairs to their chambers. They both walked for what felt like hours in the deafening silence before coming upon their rooms.

 

Bulma saw that this was her chance.

 

“Well, goodnight my lord,” she said quickly as she nearly ran to her room. She was just about to reach the door when Bulma felt a strong but gentle arm snake its way around her waist.

 

“You are now my wife,” Vegeta informed her, “you shall retire in our chambers.”

 

Bulma felt as though she was going to be sick. Not that the idea of being in a room with Vegeta was nauseating, but that sharing a bed with her enemy was.

 

Before she could protest, she found herself standing in front of her parent's old room. No, now it was Vegeta's room.

 

Bulma took a deep breath before pushing her way through the doors, unsure of what to expect in the moments to come…

 

End of Chapter 2

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Oh, I know, I am so evil ending it there, aren't I? LOL. Don't worry; chapter 3 will be out MUCH quicker than chapter 2, now that things are calming down around my place.

 

Oh, and just so you know, I just got engaged yesterday! (Feb. 14) He's a great guy, and (not to bore you) he looks and acts JUST LIKE Darien/Mamoru off of Sailor Moon (my fav show when I was a little girl!) I am so excited!

 

Well, thanks for being patient, and in the meantime, for those of you who like my story.

 

I HIGHLY HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend reading the work of LavenderGoddessV. She is simply put: the most amazing fic writer (bulma and vegeta) I have ever come across.

 

Okay, that's it for now! Chapter 3 will be up by Friday, February 18. FOR SURE!

 

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Sophie Bloom