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Potential

Chapter 11: Uninvited

 

Hey guys! What's happening? Me? Well, I'm just trying to get this chapter out so that I don't get my head bitten off Ozzy Osbourne style. This chapter has haunted me like the plague over the weekend. Thoughts kept whirling around my head of which direction I should take this. You see, my method of writing is to type now, ask later. I can literally write a chapter off the top of my head, spell check it and post it in a little over 2 hours on a good day.

 

I hope today is one of those days.

 

This chapter is another “Mini-chapter” as you guys would put it. I decided to break up the long chapter into 3 separate but connected parts for a few different reasons:

 

Each part gets more attention and plot thickness

You guys get the thrill of 3 or 4 chapters in a short period rather than 1 fattie.

Because I like to, okay?

 

Anyway, yes, this chapter is rated R, as usual. Standard disclaimers apply, and thanks for reading!

 

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Uninvited

 

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

 

Bulma looked into Vegeta's fathomless eyes and then immediately brought her eyes to the ground. She could not bear to look at him after lying for so long.

 

Bulma could feel the salty feeling in her throat that threatened to expose her tears. She could no longer live with herself. The deceiving had been easy at first, when she hated him. But now, Bulma knew that her feelings for Vegeta ran deeper than she was willing to admit.

 

Now everything that she had accomplished, every promise he had made to her would be deemed worthless when he found out that she had been lying to him for so long. Vegeta was a proud man, and a Saiyan. Most likely he would have her killed, or worse, he would give her to Frieza.

 

Bulma could feel her heart constrict at the thought of Vegeta doing such a horrible thing. Had he not proved to her in the weeks since he had married her that perhaps he was not as horrible a man as at first thought?

 

Bulma tightened her fists into little balls and felt her nails pierce her skin. She had been so stupid, and now she was going to pay.

 

The princess brought her eyes first to the beautiful blue flower still clutched tightly in her hand, now crushed from her anger, and then to her husband. Her enemy.

 

“Onna-” Vegeta cut himself off. The look in her eyes told every secret to him.

 

 

“No- no, it can't be! I refuse to believe it!” Vegeta spat venomously.

 

Bulma was unable to stop the flow of tears that continued to follow.

 

“You have been hiding this the entire time?!”

 

Bulma nodded her head in defeat.

 

Vegeta took a step back, flabbergasted by the entire scene.

 

“But WHY? Why would you not tell me the truth?! Have I not done everything in my power to ensure your safety? To maintain your well being? To keep my bastard uncle and his henchmen from laying a finger on you?!” Vegeta hissed.

 

Bulma turned away from him for a moment to regain her composure. She did not know what her fate would be now, but she did know that she would at least go down as Princess Bulma, and not some servant girl.

 

“Tell me why, woman?!” Vegeta roared.

 

It was at this moment that something snapped. Bulma could feel it inside of her, almost like a twig breaking in the forest of her mind. She knew that she cared deeply for this man who stood by her now; even going so far as to betray everything she thought that she stood for in giving him her purity. Now she had nothing to do but fight.

 

“BULMA!” she barked.

 

Vegeta stood his ground as the woman he married turned to him, her voice steady and menacing, her stance wide.

 

“What did you say?” he asked her flatly.

 

“My name is Bulma! Not `Onna' not `woman.' And the reason I deceived you, my lord, the reason I deceived all of you was to protect the Briefs name so that monster Frieza would not force me to be his wife in order to gain control of the lands!”

 

Vegeta took another step back. He could feel his head spinning, as though he had consumed more than too much ale, but that was not the case. His marriage had been a sham, and worst of all, he had put his hopes and trust into a woman who truly hated him.

 

“I did not do it merely to hurt you, Vegeta,” she told him in a pleading voice.

 

Vegeta flinched as he heard his name escape her lips. For a time now he had been waiting for the day that she would address him by his name, as married people do, eager to hear the word flow from her mouth. Now, he felt as though he had been stung by something, like a bee stings a bear seeking honey.

 

Bulma, feeling a little calmer now that the news was out, walked slowly over to her husband, taking his hand in hers.

 

“At first, I did think of you as my enemy, hated you even. But as time went on and I started to realize that you were nothing like your uncle, I began to understand. But by then, the lie had gone on for too long, and if Frieza found out-” she felt her legs shake beneath her.

 

“If he found out, then everything would be lost. I could not tell you because of this. I understand if you have me killed, but please do not give me to Frieza. It would shame my family for all of eternity,” Bulma lowered herself to her knees as she pleaded. Vegeta's hand was still in hers as she did so.

 

Vegeta, however, looked at her with a feeling of pure disgust.

 

Not only had she lied to him time and time again, she now thought of him as lowly as one of Frieza's murdering goons. Did she really think that he would lay a hand on her? Did she still not understand how highly Saiyan's place their honor?

 

Vegeta ripped his hand from hers and walked away from her.

 

`She honestly thinks that I would kill her? I would

“Nappa, please escort our princess to her chambers. Her words are venom and I will not allow myself to be affected by them,” Vegeta ordered with an eerie calm to his voice.

 

Bulma could do nothing but gape as her gorgeous prince turned his back to her and his men walked up to her to escort her back to the castle.

 

In a last powerful move, Bulma chucked the blue poppy at Vegeta as hard as she could, trying to make a statement, but was unsuccessful as Vegeta turned in a split second, giving an amazing display of his Saiyan reflexes by plucking the flower from mid-air before it could strike anything.

 

“Flowers should not be treated so roughly,” Vegeta whispered as he held the flower delicately in his hand.

 

Speechless, Bulma conceded to defeat and allowed Nappa and the others to escort her back.

 

Bulma did not speak to either of the soldiers as she was led to her room and locked in.

 

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“What?! You mean Vegeta found out?!” Radditz screeched, barely able to dress himself as he listened to Tamahome's amazing tale.

 

“Yes, and worse, Frieza is here with other lords, demanding Vegeta bring her out!” the young man exclaimed, barely able to stop his sentence.

 

“This is bad, Tamahome, very bad. Do you know how Frieza could have found out?” Radditz asked as he rushed out of his room, Tamahome trailing behind.

 

“Well,” Tamahome lamented, “I think I have an idea…”

 

Radditz listened to the man's tale of the woman, the bar, and the morning with dismay. This was getting worse by the minute.

 

“I need to get to Vegeta now before things get any worse!” Radditz exclaimed as he ran for the hall.

 

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Vegeta had just made his way back to the main hall of the castle to meet with his uncle when Radditz ran up to him half-dressed.

 

“Vegeta! You must not do this!” Radditz bellowed as he burst into the room.

 

The angry prince grabbed the hem of his cape and pulled it to him as though it would somehow make Radditz disappear.

 

“Vegeta, your highness, please listen.”

 

He sat down at the throne and ordered a servant bring him a drink of ale before bringing his attention to his companion.

 

“Very well, what,” Vegeta growled as he watched an attractive servant girl pour his drink.

 

“You must not go to your uncle, Vegeta. If he gets proof to the other lords that Bulma is here married to you-”

 

 

“DO NOT SPEAK OF HER!” Vegeta growled with the fury of a storm. He rose from his seat and drew his sword.

 

Radditz was dumbstruck. Never in his years of friendship with Vegeta had he ever been threatened such as this. Nevertheless, he stood his ground.

 

“You must not allow the lords to find out, not yet. Frieza will use them against you-”

 

Radditz paused as Vegeta gave him a disgusted look.

 

“And when he is though,” Radditz continued slowly for emphasis, “He will take her for his own.”

 

The change of emotion that briefly crossed over the prince's face was exactly was Radditz was waiting for. He knew that no matter how mad Vegeta was at Bulma, no matter how stubborn his pride, the prince was unable to deny his feelings for her.

 

After a long moment of silence, Vegeta spoke.

 

“I will take care of Frieza for now. We will come up with a plan and use this to our advantage. For now, do not let anyone else know of Bulma's secret,” Vegeta spoke calmly.

 

Radditz allowed a smile to cross his lips before thanking Vegeta and heading for the soldier's quarters.

 

`Thank God he is rational again,” he said to himself.

 

As Radditz did as he was told, Vegeta finished his drink and paced to the main hall. Frieza would not get his way on this day…

 

 

END OF CHAPTER 11

 

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Mwa-ha-ha…okay? I know, I know…you guys hate me, but it's cool because I love you all! Chapter 12 will be up ASAP, once again that is all I can promise because of all the flaming I keep getting over being late (sorry sorry, but school, work, and love are hard!)

 

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