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Potential

Chapter 10: Hidden Royals

 

Hello-o-o-o-o-o kids! Okay, I'm trying to shorten the length between chapter postings, so bear with me. I really hope this damn chapter makes it up 4/14 because it seems fanfiction.net has a habit of not letting my chapters show for a FULL 24 hours…dammit!

 

Ug, anyways, in the last sort of `mini-chapter', we find that if you get Tamahome drunk enough, news is bound to slip out, and Bulma and Vegeta did not exactly wake up feeling the bliss of the previous evening…

 

*This chapter is more of a `calm before the storm.' It is a sweet one (sorry masochists) and gives a side of Vegeta that Bulma has never seen before…oh yeah, there's some scandal too, so be patient!*

 

Beware of dangerous content! R rating, remember?!

 

Standard disclaimers apply

 

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Hidden Royals

 

Frieza's schedule over the past month had not exactly been an especially smooth one.

 

Firstly, half the lords within the lands had called upon Frieza to step down from his position of Duke, mostly because his take over of the Briefs castle and surrounding lands had caused a great distress among the neighboring domains. To make matters worse, Archduke Leo of the small but powerful Tollan territory had been a very close ally to the Briefs. Leo called upon Frieza's immediate resignation upon threat of war, thus gaining the support of every lord for miles around.

 

Frieza scoffed to himself. War was something that those Saiyan monkeys did well and whether he liked it or not, he was going to have to ask that bastard nephew of his for help. Vegeta's attitude toward his uncle was not the best, considering that he blamed him for his father's death that would be a hard bargain to strike.

 

Vegeta no longer needed Frieza, and had everything to gain from his demise.

 

“If only there was a way to force him to join forces with me, I know we would crush those idiots into submission!” he barked angrily to himself.

 

Suddenly there was a loud pounding on the door, and a woman appeared.

 

Frieza's wicked grin became more wicked indeed, for it was Dasani, and one thing she was good at was bringing good news…

 

“Dasani, my sweet! Pray thee has brought me some valuable information that would help me to convince that idiot nephew of mine to do my bidding?” he hissed.

 

 

A deep, but deadly smile spread across the beautiful woman's face, giving away her badly hidden surprise. She wiped a red strand of hair away from her eye and slithered toward her lord, wrapping an arm seductively around Frieza's reptilian shoulder.

 

“My lord, I have some news that will certainly make your day…”

 

Frieza leaned toward her, eagerly awaiting this new information.

 

“It seems your nephew, Vegeta, is unaware that he is now married to royalty. Princess Bulma is not only alive, but she is wed to Vegeta!”

 

Frieza's jaw dropped for a moment before he closed it again. Yes, the tides were about to change in his favor…

 

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“Onna! Onna, dammit, where are you?!” Vegeta bellowed through the castle.

 

Bulma's `escape' from the bedroom that morning had left a bad taste in his mouth, and he wanted answers.

 

“My lord,” Launch bowed as she rushed up to Vegeta. “My lady is outside in the flower garden.”

 

“Then she will come inside and answer to me. If she wants to be a prisoner of this castle, then by god, she shall be one!” he hissed, his temper getting the best of him.

 

He had thought that he was finally getting through to her, finally showing her that he wasn't just a killer, that he was a protector, and then she runs off, without so much as a word!

“My lord, forgive me,” Launch interrupted as he started to walk away. “She has not spoken to anyone all morning, not even me.”

 

Vegeta nodded as he took in what she had told him and waved her off. Obviously his Onna was not pleased with the actions of the previous evening. For some reason, this hurt Vegeta's pride, and now, more than ever, he wanted to talk to her.

 

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Bulma wiped the dirt off of her light green summer dress as she bunched the flower she picked into her bouquet.

 

She loved the garden. It had been built for her by her father shortly after her mother had passed away, and now it was a sort of sanctuary for her from the events going on in her life.

 

The garden was a wide open space on top of a hill that lay little more than half a mile from the castle, but still considered to be safely close enough to the castle grounds. In her years of adolescence she had come there often, seeking the silent wisdom of the flowers and swaying breeze, and now it was the same.

 

Bulma sat on the ground with her legs bent to the side, knees touching. She had tried her best not to let any of the dirt from the flowers get on her precious dress, but was unsuccessful. Now she didn't care as the ham of the skirt wallowed in the dry grass on this beautiful day. The dress she was wearing was among her favorites on days such as this, warm days with the sun outside and no clouds in sight. The dress was long sleeved, but shoulderless, so it gave her easier access to bend to the flowers below, and it was a silvery green that gave a smooth tone to her pale skin.

 

Bulma's mind was clear as she stared at the most unique flower in sight, a rare one, one of which she had never seen before.

 

She delicately sat her bouquet down and brought her face down to the bright flower, inspecting it. It was a blinding color of blue, so bright that she nearly had to turn away from it. Its long lovely petals lay gracefully around the center, with a dash of white in the middle. As a keen observer of flowers, she was frustrated that she didn't know what this one was called.

 

Little did she know that she was being watched.

 

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Vegeta had once again, been ready to yell, argue, and threaten his wife.

 

This had occurred quite often in the weeks before, but never like this. His temper was overflowing, and he was sure that now she would see how angry he was, and she would understand that she had upset him.

 

As usual, this changed when he caught a glimpse of elongated figure of his wife sitting among the flowers on top of the hill.

 

Vegeta lost himself for a moment. Was it possible for her to have grown more beautiful in the passing morning?

 

His conscience came back to him, pleading with him to regain that fury that had been there not more than a moment ago, but to no avail. His heart was doing the thinking now, and it was thinking that the woman no more than 60 feet in front of him was more beautiful than any flower he had ever seen.

 

In what felt like a dream, he strode up to the beautiful woman, eagerly waiting for the moment where she saw him. As he grew closer he took in every single detail that his memory would allow, wanting to preserve this image of his wife in his mind forever. Her hair was down and blowing gently in the wind, her arms were outstretched as she gently leaned down to stare at an unpicked flower, her skin glowing under the afternoon sun.

 

His anger had lost the battle, all that was there was curiosity.

 

When Vegeta was not more than a few feet behind her, he spoke.

 

“That is a Himalayan Blue Poppy.”

 

Bulma turned toward the voice in shock. Who would know this flower that she did not?

 

Her question was answered when she saw the well tanned skin of her husband above her, his face wearing that scowl that it always did.

 

For a moment Bulma felt flushed. It was the first time she had seen him awake since the previous events of the night before. Now, looking at him, his black eyes taking in her every move, she became painfully aware of just how attractive her husband was.

 

“H-h-how would you know that?” she stammering in awe.

 

Vegeta kneeled down next to her letting out a light and unexpected chuckle.

 

“What? You think that as the Prince of Saiyans, and a warrior, that all I think of is killing enemies and overtaking nations?”

 

Bulma quickly wished she could take back her question. She did not mean for it to sound so offensive.

 

Vegeta could see the confusion on her face and saved her the trouble of acting upon it.

He gently pried the flower from the ground that it loved so much and brought it to him. A look of nostalgia washed over his face as he touched its delicate little blue petals.

 

“My mother was an avid gardener, like yourself,” he spoke wistfully. “She offered to marry any man who brought her the most rare and unusual flower that she could plant in her garden.” Vegeta sat down next to Bulma and looked into her eyes as he continued to tell the story.

 

“Men from miles and miles around would come to her, bringing the most extraordinary and remarkable flowers you can imagine to her, hoping that one of them would be lucky man to marry her,” he told her, relishing the look of excitement in Bulma's eyes.

 

 

“One day, a man on horseback came up to her, taking note of her exquisite beauty, and asked for her hand in marriage. My mother told him that the only way for her to honor his request was for him to bring her a rare flower. But upon seeing his face, she liked him immediately and gave him a hint that she had given no other man before.

 

She told him that all her life she had never seen a blue flower, and that she had heard of one that grew in a country far far away. It was called a Himalayan Blue Poppy, and that if he brought this flower to her, she would promise to be his wife!”

 

Bulma leaned in closer to her husband, thoroughly enjoying the fantastic story he was telling her.

 

“Did he find it?!” she asked eagerly.

 

Vegeta smiled brightly at his wife, very pleased by the unusual response he was receiving.

 

“Just wait, Onna. I will tell you in time,” he chided.

 

“The man went searching for over a year, and had no luck finding such a rare flower. The only reason he kept looking was because he knew the moment he saw the woman that he wanted her to be his wife more than anything.

 

One day, the suitor had to take a pause from his quest because his country was at war. The battle he fought was a long one, and many people died. When it was over, he was one of the few survivors, and he searched through the seas of the dead to find his way home. The battle had been fought in cold harsh mountains, and food was scarce. But eventually, through the snow he saw sticking up out of the ground was a brilliantly blue flower. The man picked it up and held it in his hand, praying that the flower was a sign of good fortune.

 

A few days later, he found his way down from the mountain, and came upon a town. There he was taken care of until he was well, but he never let the flower out of his sight. When he was well enough, he went on his way, but stopped in the town of the woman that he wanted to marry, to tell her that he could not find the flower she wanted so badly. The only thing he could offer was the flower that had brought him good luck after the battle.”

 

Bulma stood up and brought her hands to her face in excitement.

 

“Well, what was it? Was it the flower?”

 

“Yes, and immediately after, she married him and became Queen,” Vegeta paused.

 

Bulma could see the sad look on his face and brought her hand to his cheek, offering what little solace she could.

 

Vegeta immediately felt embarrassed at revealing such a personal story and made note of it.

 

“It is just a children's tale my mother used to tell me. She probably made it up anyway,” Vegeta stated flatly.

 

Bulma's smile cooled immediately at his words, and she looked down at the ground.

Vegeta instantly regretted being so cold about it and tried to change the mood.

 

“The main reason I knew what flower it was is because it was her favorite, and it grew wild in our lands. She always told me the names of flowers and over time I knew more about them than I should,” he said warmly.

 

Bulma leaned in close to him and kissed him on the cheek, surprising Vegeta.

 

“I think it was a wonderful story. From now on, it can be our flower!” she said cheerfully.

 

Vegeta smiled at his wife in awe of her ever changing moods.

 

“Fair enough. I will bring you many when I travel to my home next week. It is time I give Leona her flowers soon, anyway,” he said.

 

Immediately a bell went off in Bulma's head. “Who is this Leona, and why is he bringing her flowers?!” her mind shrieked.

 

Immediately she thought about the other woman that Vegeta spoke of in his fitful sleep. Was she the one who had his heart?

 

Vegeta noticed a change (again) in Bulma's behavior and was about to say something when he saw some of his riders coming in their direction.

 

“Lord Vegeta, my Lady,” Nappa bowed.

 

Vegeta was angry at being disturbed and said so.

 

“Cut with the formalities Nappa, what is it?”

 

“Lord Frieza is here to see you, and he has brought men from the other lands.”

 

Bulma could feel her stomach twitch in dread. The other lords would know who she was!

 

“I don't have time to deal with him today, send him off,” Vegeta said nonchalantly.

 

“No, my lord, I have already tried.”

 

“Well?” Vegeta asked impatiently.

 

“He said it is something important, and then he made a strange request. He said, “Bring Princess Bulma with you”.”

 

Vegeta looked at his wife with absolute bewilderment.

 

“Do you know what he could mean, Onna?”

 

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END OF CHAPTER 10

 

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